#the amount of times I have sobbed over this scene is concerning

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.29)

pairing: jungkook x oc

summary: the one where you react to jungkook’s new music video

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: ALSOO there is a little scene before oc actually reacts to his music video 🥹 sorry i just wanted to add a little scene in hehehe

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After a long day, you and Jungkook had ditched your initial plans to go out, both of you instead craving for a peaceful and calm ending to your long and hectic day.

The atmosphere was calming, jazz music sounding filling the silence of your apartment, Jungkook engrossed in his phone, his occasional soft hums harmonizing effortlessly with the music. He has your legs propped up on his lap, his calloused and warm hands brushing over your legs from time to time. You’re deeply concentrated on your newly found book that you had gotten at the bookstore with Jungkook recently, the illustration of a dog on the cover catching your eye.

As you continued to read, what had initially appeared as an endearing story depicting the life of a dog began to unravel before your eyes, gradually transforming into a saddening and heart-wrenching tale that struck at the very core of your emotions.

With another turn of a page, your heart begins to shatter in your chest, tears prick at your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. There was no way the dog’s ending could be this tragic. Soft sniffles escape your now trembling lips, your whole body becoming an emotional wreck to a made up story of a dog.

Jungkook immediately catches the sniffle that sounds through your apartment. Though it had been much softer than the music playing, along with the videos sounding on his phone, he immediately whips his head up, his previously calm expression now etched with concern.

His warm hand reaches out to brush away an incoming tear that threatens to roll down your cheek, Jungkook’s eyes searching your face frantically to read your emotions.

“What’s wrong?” His voice laced with concern, taking the book now scattered with your fallen tears and placing it face down on the coffee table so you won’t lose your page.

All you can muster up is a soft yet exasperated huff, lips turning into a pout as you think about the heart-wrenching plot of the book that left you momentarily speechless. You quickly raise your hands to your face, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe away the tears in your eyes.

“This book is so sad, Kook,” you murmur, your voice quivering with a mix of emotions. Your lips tremble slightly as you feel a sob welling up within, threatening to escape. Your gaze remains fixated on the cover of the book, where the cute illustration of the dog seems to mock your current state of distress, its joyful expression almost taunting you.

Jungkook pauses for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. His response is soft, giving you an understanding smile.

“Does it have a sad ending?” He asks, his fingers gently stroking your cheek.

With a sigh, you nod in confirmation, your heart still heavy. “Yeah, and I had no idea it would be so sad. If I had known, I wouldn't have started reading it,” you confess, your fingers seeking solace in the comforting feel of the hem of his shirt, seeking reassurance in this moment.

“It made me think of Bam,” You tell Jungkook, as the brown doberman whips his head up, ears perking at the mention of his name. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his reaction.

Jungkook fondly watches the heart-warming interaction between you and his dog, calling Bam over.

“Well, he’ll be here for a long time, and I’m pretty sure with the amount of things you spoil him with, he’ll have more than just a happy ending,” He reassures you with a playful grin, shoulder nudging you gently to coax a reaction out of you.

You weren’t going to lie, Jungkook’s efforts in making you feel better did work. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you pet Bam’s head, the dog’s tail smacking against the sofa as he happily receives all the attention and love.

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A few hours later, you’re already feeling much better, the previous events slowly escaping from your mind. As you stand next to Jungkook, peering as he gently places the uncooked noodles into the boiling water in the pot, it provides you a sense of warmth.

It’s these domestic yet comforting moments you shared with him that made your relationship so significant to you. For such normal and almost boring tasks to suddenly be a moment of happiness and warmth for you, simply because Jungkook was there.

The familiar smell of ramyeon fills the kitchen, coaxing an involuntary groan from your lips as your mouth waters at the thought of the good food you were about to eat. Jungkook turns to smile amusingly at you, watching as you begin to fiddle with the packets to add, reading the packaging and trying to decipher the words on there.

“Does this say cheese?” You question, pointing to the korean words illustrated on the packet. Jungkook immediately lights up, eyes widening in surprise as he quickly affirms to you, “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“You told me some of the Korean alphabet the other day, remember? I couldn’t remember everything so I just took a wild guess with some of the letters,” You laugh, placing the packet down as you peer up at him.

Jungkook nods, proudly smiling as he continues to stir the noodles that were now cooked. He lets you add the seasoning packets, occasionally stirring with his chopsticks to mix the powder with the noodles.

You shuffle around the apartment to set up the coffee table, placing down two placemats and an extra pair of chopsticks for yourself, as you wait patiently for your boyfriend to bring over the pot of ramyeon.

The evening slowly unfolds as you and Jungkook begin to eat the ramyeon, but an idea strikes your mind. “Can I watch your music video? I haven’t had the chance to see it yet,”

His face lights up with a mixture of excitement and pride, eagerly nodding in agreement as he quickly grabs the remote to turn the TV on. The wide screen flicks to life, illuminating the room as it casts a soft glow.

Jungkook seizes the opportunity to tease you a little, flashing a mischievous grin as he finds the music video. “Get ready,” He turns to you for a split second to watch your reaction, “because I’m reallyyyy sexy in this one,”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his sudden playfulness, shaking your head as he laughs at your reaction.

“1, 2, 3D,” You hear his whispered voice from the video, an immediate grin showing up on your face as your heart swells with pride.

As you continue to watch, Jungkook’s unwavering gaze remains locked on your face, his eyes flickering with anticipation as he scans your reactions. Your heart swells with pride as you watch, knowing that he had put in a ton of effort into the release of his second single.

As the lyrics flow, you nod your head softly to the beat. The phrase, “Champagne confetti~” catches your attention as you hear your boyfriend sing on screen. Your eyebrows raise at the words, a surprised smile on your face as you turn to him. “Do you even know what that means?” You tease him with affectionate banter, awaiting his reaction.

Jungkook appears caught off guard by your sudden question, a mischievous grin appears as he chuckles and retorts, “Of course I know,” His response broods with confidence as he playfully puffs out his chest, leaving you gleaming with amusement at his act.

As the music video progresses, the verse plays out Jungkook’s rhythmic tone, “Body to body to body to body,” The female back-up dancers pushing him onto a couch, you watch as your heart tingles a little.

You definitely weren’t the jealous type, but the sudden dance move caught you off guard, a surprised sound emitting from your mouth as you watched wide-eyed on the unfolding choreography.

Jungkook notices your reaction, and he can’t help but laugh at your response. His laughter fades in with the song playing watching you continue to admire your boyfriend dancing on screen. His eyes sparkle at your small yet endearing reactions, a fond smile displayed clearly on his face.

As the music video ends, the screen finally goes dark, as you turn to your boyfriend, a smile tugging at your lips as he awaits your response.

With a sigh of contentment, you grab his hand, “That was seriously amazing Kook, seriously, I’m so so proud of you,” Your words filled with admiration and affection tingles Jungkook’s heart, as he smiles fondly at you, leaning in to peck your lips.

Jungkook responds to your praise with a contented hum, his arms pulling you closer to wrap around your figure, allowing your head to rest on his chest.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he taunts you further, “But you know what baby?” He chuckles, laughter reverberating through his chest, “You haven’t seen the Tiktok I filmed during dance practice yet, that’s even crazier,”

You peer up at him, expression mixed with curiousity and amusement as you respond, “Oh really?” a teasing smile playing on your lips.

It’s safe to say you almost went feral after seeing his little act at the end of the Tiktok video.

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[poguestarkey]

not in the same way- t.n.

back after a quick 8 month hiatus my b

decided to write a little blurb about reader not being in love with theo since i feel like it's always the other way around.

yes i am eating up the tiktok ideas of him being italian don't start w me

warnings: just angst on angst, destruction of a friendship, theo being sad (that's a trigger in and of itself tbh), sickly sweet adorable girlhood moment btwn the GryffGirlies, like one potty word, i plucked that one scene right out of TSITP don't come for me, horrifyingly unedited cuz i just dont care

theo nott x gryffindor!reader

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Dread.

That's all that washes over you when you finally meet his eyes. It runs ice-cold through your veins and you can practically hear what he's going to say before it even leaves his mouth. You're sure he can see the way your head shakes slowly as you realize because he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly between his. Not out of comfort, but as a plead.

Please, please don't do what I think you're going to.

Theo... oh, sweet Theo. Theo, with his huge blue eyes and endlessly large heart. Theo, always the first to celebrate the small wins with you. Theo, who in theory, should be the perfect man for you.

But Theo, who no matter how hard you tried, never made your heart sing the way your friends giggled about.

You never thought twice about the way his hands would linger over yours as he explained Arithmancy problems or how he always pulled you close in by the shoulder while chatting with his Slytherin friends, his fingers mindlessly tracing patterns into your sweater. His sweater. You've been friends since third-year, best friends. So many years of being close to him desensitized you to the constant comments of "That's Nott's girl," and "Would you look at the lovebirds!" They never hit home and you always scoffed them off with ease.

With ease, until last weekend in your dorm after an open-mic night at the Three Broomsticks. You and Theo had performed the most atrocious duet rendition of the new Weird Sisters song, "Why Can't You See."

"Y/N, do you even see the way he looks at you?" Parvati asked. Your head shoots up this.

"What?"

"C'mon, Y/N/N. The man is absolutely smitten with you. It's almost painful to watch, really," Lavender piped in, causing Hermione and Padma to sit up and join the conversation. Eyes widening, you realize who they're talking about.

"Theo? No... No, Theo and I are just-" You're cut off.

"Just friends. We've heard. A million times," Hermione sighs. "I mean Merlin's beard Y/N, you have to have noticed by now. Nott can't keep his hands off of you."

"'Mione, that's not- no, that's different. He just likes physical touch and that's fine-" You're cut off yet again by a slurry of teenage girls throwing evidence at you.

"-ever touch Malfoy-"

"-actually lights up when you enter a room, I've never-"

"-bigger heart eyes for you if they were cartooned on him in the Prophet-"

Your hands grow shaky and your breath becomes heavy in your lungs as the weight of what this means washes over you. Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you fight the burn in the back of your sinuses with everything you have.

"Wait!" Hermione nearly shouts, and the cacophony of squeals and stories comes to a halt. "Y/N? Why are you crying? Are you alright?"

Her words make the first sob break out of your chest, and your hand shoots to your mouth to try and stifle the sound. Padma, ever the lover, is immediately at your side.

"I- I- I can't... I don't lo- if he really feels that way, it will destroy us," you cry, leaning further into her touch. Quickly, and with increasing amount of concern written on their features, the rest of the girls surround you.

"What do you mean, love?" you can't see her, but you know it's Lavender's breathy voice. "Isn't this a good thing?"

"No, no, no, no-" Your breath begins to hitch again, and 'Mione rubs gentle circles on your back. "Lav, him being in love with me is the worst thing that could happen."

"I don't mean to be insensitive, but the rest of us are quite out of the loop here and, er, well- why?" You let out a chuckle at Parvati's bluntness, but still felt the squeeze of the answer in your heart. You've known, deep down. You denied it as hard as you could manage but still, it creeped up on you, terrorizing your thoughts.

"He will never forgive me. I know he'll try so hard, but it'll never be the same, because he will never forgive me for not loving him the same way. Because he's done everything right. He is kind, and patient, and loving, and all of the wonderful things I've always said that I wanted but still, I just don't love him like that. And I want to- fuck, I want to so bad. It kills me that I can't. But he can never know that I know, because he will never, ever forgive me when I can't say it back." The last few words come out nearly inaudible as gasping sobs take over your body. "And I am so afraid to lose my best friend."

A squeeze from Hermione saves you from your thoughts. No one knows what to say, and Padma pulls your pillow and quilt from underneath you before grabbing her own, forming a pile on the floor. The corners of your lips perk up as you realize what she's doing, and soon the room is filled again with the sounds of girlish giggles and gossip and your four closest girlfriends do their best to keep your chin up for you.

The rest of the week, you can hardly look Theo in the eyes. You're not trying to avoid him, but every time you're in the same room you feel so overcome with guilt that it's hard to breathe.

On Sunday, you skip breakfast and hole away in the library under a stack of potions textbooks, shooing him away with a curt "Sorry, Teddy. Too busy."

Monday, you sit at Gryffindor's table for every meal and only speak in DADA to tell him it's his turn to practice defensive spells.

It's Tuesday night when you get the owl.

Y/N/N,

please talk to me. i need to see you, i'm worried. you're not alright.

i miss you.

-T

You write him back on the same piece of parchment, your shaking hands causing ink to splatter into tiny dots across his script.

I know. I'm sorry. Friday night.

Wednesday and Thursday are a blur of forced smiles to him and the burn of his stare from across the Charms classroom.

Friday comes, and you're damn near ready to pull Mrs. Norris' tail just to get a detention.

You know the exact bench in the courtyard he'll be sat at, and you count your paces as you walk. His eyes catch you and he swings his feet off the ledge, shutting his book.

"Y/N," He breathes, the sweetest smile on his face. "What's going on, cara mia?"

Every strategy you had for keeping him away from the elephant in the room goes flying out of your head faster than a Firebolt.

"It's nothing, really. Please don't worry. I know I've been distant but it's really nothing to be concerned about so-" your voice is getting louder and faster, a tell-tale sign that you're not telling the truth.

He cuts you off with your name.

"Y/N." You're eternally thankful that it's late enough that no one is outside with you. "Tell me what's happened. Please." His eyes grow even larger with pure concern and he moves his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You pull your lip between your teeth while thinking about how to respond.

"I just... Teddy, I can't tell you. I just can't. I promise it's alright, I just don't want to talk about it." You're lying through your teeth and you're sure he knows it too.

"Alright," he whispers, voice dropping. His hand hasn't moved from the side of your face since he fixed your hair, and his eyes move to scan the slope of your lips. You can feel the pit in your stomach start to form as you fear what's coming next. "You are the most beautiful thing on this planet, you know that?"

His thumb is tracing the plane of your cheek.

"Theodore..." He smiles at his full name, and his eyes start to close.

No.

No.

This is what you feared so much.

That you would lose everything over one moment, just like this.

He can't be more than a breath from your mouth when both of your palms find his firm chest and push him away.

"Wait- wait, Theo. No. I don't- I'm sorry, but I-" His eyes snap open, that beautiful blue full of confusion. "I'm sorry, Theo." You can already feel hot tears threatening to spill over, and your stomach is churning.

"I.... What?" He says it so quietly you aren't even sure he meant to say it aloud. His hands move from your face, now salty and wet, to run through his hair, tugging on the strands.

"That's what I've been off about. I've been scared that you're gonna..." You gesture wildly between the two of you, not sure what to call it.

"Kiss you?"

"Yes."

"Why would you be scared of me kissing you, Y/N?" He looks genuinely, honestly puzzled.

"Because... because I don't... I didn't know, and then this weekend the girls were all on about it and I had no idea what they were talking about, and they told me, and I just panicked, Theo. I had no idea." He's stood up now, and you're seconds behind him, standing still in the chilly air as he paces and presses his hands into his eyes. "If I'd known sooner, Teddy... I would've- I could've done something, I don't know, could've tried-"

He stops, now just in front of you. "If you knew?"

"If I knew that you felt that way-"

"I thought you knew!" The crack of his voice splits your chest in two, unaided by the tears beading in his eyes. You've never seen him cry. "I thought you knew! From the moment I crashed your cabin on the train, I thought you knew."

The two of you just stand there, staring at each other, as cold, biting raindrops start to fall from the sky. You fight to form words but absolutely comes to your brain and you can't do anything but stare at him as he continues.

He hasn't even opened his mouth to start the next sentence when you realize what you're going to hear. You can't tell if it's the rain or the pure dread coursing through your veins that's turning your fingers ice-cold as you shake your head "no" to something he hasn't even said yet.

"I've been in love with you since I was 13, Y/N/N." He's holding onto your hand with both of his like it's his only lifeline while he desperately spills words. "I am so in love with you. You turn my world. You are my absolute everything. It consumes me. I can't hold it anymore, Y/N," He cries. Your eyes are squeezed shut and it's a wonder you haven't broken his hand with how tightly you're holding it between you. "Please, please, please say something."

"I love you," He sucks in a breath and you open your eyes to meet his. "I love you so much, Teddy. More than anything." His hands are now on either side of your face, and your fingers are laced around his wrists. "But I'm not in love with you," You choke out, grip relaxing.

His forehead presses against yours and he does nothing to quiet to sobs racking his body as you pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his warm frame.

You whisper dozens of apologies and "I wish I dids" into his ear before he releases you and sits back on the bench, moving the thoroughly soaked book to the side so you can join him. His head is in his hands and his elbows rest on his knees, and you think that you've never seen him look so defeated.

Finally, you tear your eyes away from him and stare straight ahead at the ivy covered walls, praying that the silence swallows you whole.

It's practically deafening, actually, because the sound of his heart breaking is echoing across the stone.

Eventually, you speak up.

"I think... I think I should probably go, right?"

He picks his head up but doesn't look at you as he replies:

"Yeah, I think that's for the best."

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[steponmeinejghafa]

Beautiful Girl in a Broken World (TW)

Summary: All your life you have felt powerless against Aleksander. But when he takes things too far, you finally find your voice to stand up to him. Genya attempts to belittle herself, but you don't let her.

Genya Safin x fem!morozov!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: Crying, fighting, mentions of sexual abuse, toxic parent.

Note: You're adopted, so it doesn't get weird, I swear. And I don’t remember the catacombs scene word for word, so bear with me :’) also, y/n has a certain amount of selective mutism.

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Ever since you were a child, you had been a very quiet, gentle, and agreeable person. So quiet that you could slip out of a room of three people, unnoticed. So agreeable that you would commit a crime for anyone who you held close to your heart. So gentle that you couldn't bear to even think of raising your voice at anyone who made you feel bad.

Aleksander, your father, took these abilities for granted the very moment he realised how you could benefit him.

He kept you like a secret weapon, unleashing you carefully, using your abilities to his advantage. He gifted you to the Queen as her aide and deputy lady-in-waiting. He was twisted enough to use you as bait for the King, allowing him to do as he pleased with you as long as it meant Aleksander would remain General.

You couldn't say no as his rotten lips went over your skin, you couldn't push him away, because fear for yourself froze you in place, and fear of angering your father made all reason simply vanish from your mind.

Naturally, when the King tired of you, your convoluted father gave him Genya.

Sweet Genya who talked to you every day after you both helped the Queen prepare for her evenings. Kind Genya who always made sure you weren't left alone at mealtimes or during lessons. Beautiful Genya who had all the boys after her, because of her wavy auburn hair and unique amber eyes.

You were furious to find out what he had done. Till date you can remember the white-hot fury that had coursed through your veins as Genya arrived sobbing at your room the first night the King had forced himself on her. The way your skin prickled, your body threatening to unleash unforgiving darkness upon the land as you saw the blood on her thighs and clothes.

However, you still felt guilty about how you couldn't confront Aleksander about it. Still felt angry at yourself for being powerless under his heavy, dark-eyed gaze. Still felt so hopeless because the words died in your throat that day before they could escape your lips.

"What is it now, Y/n?" He had asked as you approached him timidly the next morning.

"Father, I heard that Genya had gone to the King's rooms last night," you had said, trying not to mumble.

"Yes," he had hummed, "She is my spy, Y/n. That doesn't concern you. Your time to serve as a spy for me has passed." With a wave of his hand, he had then dismissed you from the room.

You had wanted to tear out your father's eyes, wanted to scream how could you do this to her, to me? But you couldn't.

So here you were, outside your father's chambers while he punished Genya for deserting him on the other side of the door. Tears ran down your cheeks like rivers from your eyes, as you pounded on the door with your fists, your normally quiet voice raised to a shrill shout, calling out for your father to stop, calling out to Genya to see if she was okay.

He pulled the door open sharply and caught you around the collar, dragging you inside the room.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

Genya was weeping with her head buried in her hands, kneeling on the floor, quaking with fear. Black blood seeped from between her fingers as her shaky hands tried tailoring her wounds shut. You made a move to go to her, to put your arms around her and comfort her, but Aleksander held you back.

"Keep her in the cell," he said scathingly. "Tomorrow everyone will see her face. Everyone will be reminded of the consequences if they dare to try and double-cross me."

"No!" Genya screamed. It broke your heart.

You struggled against your father's iron grip weakly. "Father, no, please don't do this, I'm begging you!"

"Silence," he said sternly, as if you were just some otkazat'sya who he couldn't bother listening to, and you did just that.

Another win for him. Typical Y/n.

"Come," he said, beckoning you to where you knew he was keeping your grandmother.

Baghra. You adored her from the moment you had met her all those years ago. She didn't show it much, but you knew she adored you back. A rare phenomenon in her case. Aleksander had imprisoned her, just to work on another amplifier so he could defeat Alina.

"Sit down," your father ordered the moment you entered the room.

"Baghra," you whispered, trying to get her to look at you. "Grandmother."

She did look at you, finally, and gave a small nod of understanding towards you.

The guards had set up a second cage beside hers, and in that, they stuffed Genya. You made a noise of protest, but it was too soft for them to hear. You made eye contact with her and your e/c irises said it all.

I'm sorry.

You hoped she wouldn't look at you with loathing, hoped she didn't hate you now. Hoped that she knew how much you loved her, and that you would try your hardest to be heard, try to be a crack of thunder in a storm instead of just a gentle breeze on an autumn evening.

She looked at you like she always had, with warmth and adoration. Her blinded eye, too, somehow held that expression. It vanished, however, the moment the Darkling looked at her.

"Put out your foot, Y/n," your father ordered. You frowned and did just that, but you didn't see the mallet coming.

Aleksander nodded at the nearby guard, who took the mallet and swung it down onto your shin, shattering the bone with a sickening 'crunch'. You felt red-hot pain sear through your body, and cried out, clutching your leg gingerly.

"Why would you do that?" You screamed, shocking everyone in the room. No one had ever heard Y/n Morozova ever raise her voice. Hell, some of them thought you were mute. "I didn't do anything!"

Aleksander gestured at a Heartrender standing at the door, ordering him to extract some of the bone shards from underneath your skin.

"Hold her down," he ordered the guards. You thrashed about as much as your pain-riddled body would allow, sobbing uncontrollably. Both with pain and betrayal.

"Aleksander, stop this madness!" Baghra exclaimed as the Heatrender readied himself to remove the shards from your leg. "She's just a child!"

"A girl of nineteen is hardly a child," said the man with as much emotion as a teabag, speaking over your cries and screams of pain, as well as Genya's pleading voice. "Her bones are as valuable as yours, since she has some Morozova blood within her, and she is thus an amplifier."

"Do I repair the rest of her leg, General Kirigan?" Asked the second Grisha who had come in with the Heartrender.

Dismissively, Aleksander nodded, and the Healer set to work. However, with the missing chunks of bone, he said, "I'm afraid she will need a cane for the time being. If the cast doesn't work and she feels pain after the next one week, it means she'll have to use the cane for the rest of her life."

"No matter," shrugged your father.

How could he?

You waited till the Healer had fixed you up as best as he could, trying your best to ignore the pain which was still very sharp in your leg.

"What in the name of the Saints do you mean 'no matter', Father?" You scowled. "Does the fact that I'm a cripple now mean nothing to you?"

"Broken things are more fragile even if you fix them," said Baghra. "You know this, Aleksander."

"Y/n," Aleksander's voice was gentle and kind. He always did this. One moment he was the best father in the world, all kind words and sweet smiles, and the next, he was a monster in a man's body, watching as a stranger shattered his daughter's legs. "Think of how powerful we would be-"

"No," you said softly.

His gaze hardened. "No?"

You shook your head, "I'm done with your games, Father. This," you nodded at your leg, "This was the last straw. I cannot walk properly anymore. You mutilated the girl I love, and put my grandmother through things far too violent to recount. I loved you, she loved you, and Genya trusted you."

He rolled his eyes. "Where are you going with this?"

You knew you couldn't attack him. It would risk unleashing the nichevoya. So you used your words instead.

"Are you so oblivious?" You whispered. "All my life I have agreed with you, done as you asked. I let a man violate me in unspeakable ways, just because I did as you asked. You have used me, you have used my Genya, and you have used Baghra. You are a disgusting man, Aleksander Morozova. A disgusting man, son, father, and general.

Did you feel nothing when I came to you with blood on my nightgown, crying about the King? Did you feel nothing, when I said I didn't want Genya playing your spy?" Your eyes brimmed with tears. "Did you feel nothing when that guard smashed my leg and broke it like a stick?"

"Sacrifices for power," he sighed. "You are too young to understand."

"Age and eternity have made you emotionless," you shook your head. "They have stripped you of your ability to love, to cherish, to feel. You sacrifice to fill that void, you sacrifice because you know that alone, with your sins, you are not enough."

You felt fear seize your body when he caught you by the collar again and threw you nearly clean across the room.

"Learn your place, girl," he seethed. "I am your father. Never speak to me that way again."

You struggled to get to your feet, leaning against the nearby wall. Anger kept within for too long bubbled up within you, heating up into white-hot fury.

"My place, Father, isn't something you can dictate. This isn't Fjerda, this isn't the medieval times. I am a woman, a girl, a daughter. I have stayed silent for too long, letting you do with me, with others, as you please," you clenched your fists, darkness cloaking the room threateningly. "So, Father, do you ever want to say you're sorry? Will you try to make amends? Try to be a better person?"

"Quite the speech," he raised a brow. "But I am powerful, and no one will stop me from getting my Summoner. Especially not you."

He took you by the arm firmly and led you out, not caring that you were limping and hopping terribly. Genya cried out for you, begging him to be gentle, but with no avail.

"Stay in your room," he seethed, shoving you inside your room none too gently. "I have business to attend to."

You waited till he closed the door, and collapsed on your bed, screaming bloody murder into the pillow as you cried.

--Time Skip--

Night had fallen, and till then only one guard had knocked on your door to give you food.

"Cripple," he spat in Ravkan, making you nearly use the Cut on him in anger.

Your father hadn't returned yet from his twisted expedition, and you decided it was high time you broke your best friend and grandmother out of jail.

You knew that the guards deserted your corridor at exactly nine-thirty for patrol rounds. Quietly, or at least as quietly as you possibly could be, you snuck down the corridor to the room where you knew they were.

You slipped inside the room, and knelt in front of Genya's cage, breaking the lock with all your strength. It was rusty from lack of use, and came apart with the barest of snaps.

She avoided your gaze and covered her face with a hand, shrinking away from your touch. She didn't want you to see her this way. You found it odd, but shrugged it off. Naturally she wouldn't want to see you. You were the Darkling's daughter. She had no business looking at you the same.

"Please, get yourself to safety," you said quietly, moving away from her.

You felt hurt that she seemed to think you were like your father, that she seemed to fear you just as she feared him. You turned to Baghra's cage and broke the lock as well, feeling a little twinge of happiness on seeing her smile slightly.

You knelt in front of her like a knight would kneel before his King, ignoring the pain in your leg, and said, "I'm sorry for how my father has treated you. I'm willing to pay for his sins, I swear on it."

Baghra touched your shoulders gently, prompting you to rise. "Don't take accountability for Aleksander's sins, child. This was his choice, and he must pay for it. You are not defined by his actions, because you have proved time and again that you have tried your best to rebel against him."

You scoffed a laugh, helping her up. "I can hardly call cowering and giving unheard suggestions 'rebellion'."

"You'll understand what I mean with time, my dear," smiled the woman. She looked at Genya, who had laid waste to the table, save the bottle of amplifier which she now held in her hand.

You three escaped just barely, because your limp slowed them down. You apologised profusely along the way, and when they paused for a rest, you scoured for a branch which could double as a cane for you temporarily. When you did, walking became a thousand times easier. The entire journey, Genya didn't speak to you or look at you. Whenever you moved close to her, she'd scurry farther down the path, muttering to herself.

'I'm not like him,' you wanted to say. 'I'm in love with you, Genya, I'd never do anything to hurt you.'

But of course, the words didn't come.

Finally, you three came upon the hideout where everyone was. Genya was tackled in a hug by Alina, while you hung back, standing behind Baghra timidly. You knew you wouldn't be welcome there.

"Baghra," Alina said with relief, moving over to her. However, the second she did, the woman moved forwards to reveal your quietly standing figure.

Disgust painted everyone's faces and you saw people draw weapons, or, in the case of the Grisha, put their hands up defensively.

You didn't say anything.

Alina's piercing gaze was enough to make you want to shrink into the walls, and you nearly cowered with fright when she readied herself to attack.

"Alina," you were shocked as Genya spoke up. "She's harmless, don't worry."

"She's about as harmless as a viper," scowled the girl.

“Alina, trust me, she’s not like him,” said the redhead. “She’s the opposite.”

You put your hands up in surrender and shook your head, "I-I'm nothing like my father, I swear."

"I vouch for that," Baghra said with a nod.

"Fine," sighed Alina. She nodded at your leg, "How'd that happen?"

You cleared your throat and willed yourself to speak louder. "My father. He smashed my bone with a mallet to use as an amplifier."

"Saints," she scoffed, "That man is a psychopath. Tamar," she looked at the Heartrender, "Please see to it that she has a proper cane, and do help ease the pain a bit."

"T-thank you," you stammered, nervous of the girl who's eyes were no more scathingly trained on you. They were soft with concern, as she smiled slightly and nodded.

"Come on then," the Shu girl grinned, taking you by the arm gently. "Let's get you patched up better."

You nodded and followed her out, while Genya went to tend to Adrik.

Twenty minutes of excruciating pain later, your leg was mostly healed, but given the way it had been broken, they said there was close to no chance for your complete recovery.

A Fabrikator named Viktor fashioned a cane for you from the branch you were using. It was jet black, of course, with an intricate design of roses etched into the wood from the handle till the bottom which had a cap of silver on it.

You thanked him and Tamar smiled at you.

“Truly, you are unlike your father,” she said.

You blushed shyly and softly replied, “I’ve never found cruelty to be my area of expertise.”

Tamar patted your arm and helped you up, making sure you were putting your weight on the cane and not your leg.

You went to check on Genya, who, upon seeing you, fled from where she was sitting in front of Adrik, helping heal his hand.

“G-Genya?” You called out after her, your voice barely raised at all as you limped after her with as much speed as your leg would allow. “Please wait a moment, please.”

You both stopped dead in your tracks, when you ran into the Queen.

“You!” She gasped. “Guards! Guards!” She cried out, looking around frantically for them, her pale hair fluttering around her face.

She caught Genya by the wrist and seethed, “You both will pay for what you did! You monsters!”

“Please-please leave her be,” you pleaded, limping closer to the Queen, resisting the urge to beat her senseless with your new cane.

“Well,” she glared at Genya, “At least now you look like what you truly are,” she turned to you, “And you deserve to be crippled, you repulsive girl.”

“I-“ you faltered. You deserved it, didn’t you? You tried not to cry, as you gathered your thoughts, saying, “Please let her go,”

Genya yanked her arm out of the Queen’s grip, having had enough.

“Ask me how I did it,” she said, with venom in her voice. “How we did it.”

Your heart leapt. She mentioned you in passing, that was good. Perhaps she didn’t hate you after all.

“What?” The woman was baffled.

“Ask. Me.” Genya said forcefully. The queen made a nod as if to ask, and the redhead continued, “Y/n made the poison. She wanted her revenge anyway. So, I put it on my body, for weeks. So that every time he touched me, every time,” her voice lowered to a hesitant whisper, “he kissed me, he would take a little bit into himself.”

“All he had to do was stop coming to her bed,” you softly added in.

Seething, the woman replied, “He was your King,”

“He brought it on himself,” Genya spat.

“He took advantage of innocent girls, girls who couldn’t fight back, because he was our King,” you limped forward to stand beside Genya, mustering up courage to look the Queen in the eye. “It was because he was our King, we were terrified to speak. Because no one would’ve believed us. And even if they did, they couldn’t do anything about it. So do you blame us, your Highness, can you blame us, for taking matters into our own hands?”

“Oh? The Darkling’s mute little puppet girl speaks,” scoffed the queen, making you shrink back with shame. That tone stung you hard. Where they never took you seriously, where people only saw you as a pushover who had no voice. “You both are monsters, murderers.”

“Madraya,” Nikolai’s smooth voice was a saving grace in this fight.

“Nikolai! You heard them, arrest these murderers!” She said, looking at her son.

He looked horrified. “No,” he shook his head. “Not after what I heard.” He looked at her with disbelief on his features. “Both of them were under your protection.”

“They are servants,” she scoffed in disgust. “And the cripple is a puppet for the enemy!”

“And you, the Mother of Ravka,” he said. “Your subjects were to be like your children. All of them,” he placed a hand on your shoulder and brought you forward. Your eyes stayed riveted on the ground. “And Y/n? Just by being here, she has shown that she is no puppet for the Darkling.”

The Queen huffed and flounced off, skirts billowing around her as she did.

“Thank you,” you nodded and moved back, when Genya turned to leave.

“I’m sorry,” said Nikolai.

“It’s not your fault,” said Genya, as she walked away.

You limped after her, calling out her name in vain. However, you cornered her at last in her rooms.

“Saints,” you panted, your leg aching horribly. You leaned your cane against a wall and tried catching your breath. “Saints, that hurts.”

“Y/n, please leave,” she said, packing up a bag for herself.

“No!” You said, annoyed. She looked at you at last. “No, Genya, I won’t leave.”

"Why not?" She scoffed. "Look at me, Y/n."

"I always am," you said. "I am always looking at you, Genya."

"Are you, now?" She laughed drily. "Honestly, Y/n, you don't have to pity me, alright? We aren't on the same boat, if that's waht your thinking."

"I have always thought we were oceans apart, Genya. With you all confidence and kindness, while I shrank away from the slightest word spoken to me," you said, your e/c eyes shining in the dim light, making it look like they had stars in them. "But that didn't stop me from loving you."

She looked at you incredulously, "Loving me?"

"Yes," you smiled, limping over to her hesitantly. "Since the day we met, I never stopped loving you. And this day is no diffferent. Scars or no scars, you, Genya Safin, are stronger than Grisha steel, and more beautiful than anyone I have ever encountered. You are a beautiful girl in a broken world, and-and if anything, your scars make you more beautiful in my eyes. It would be my honour to say that I am yours, Genya."

She stepped closer to you, taking your hands in hers. "Can you bear waking up to a scarred old face beside yours every morning?"

"It isn't something to bear, because burdens and problems are what we bear. This is no problem. It is a trophy, a symbol of your victory and strength, my Genya," you smiled. "I understand if you wouldn't want me, though."

"Why wouldn't I want you?" She asked. You were too oblivious, in her opinion. Had you forgotten the nights you both slept together, wrapped up in each other's embrace? The times she'd kiss your forehead to make you feel better? The times she hadn't denied it when people asked her if you and her were a thing?

"I am a cripple now, Genya," you accepted it with a shake of your head. "You protect and care enough for people. I don't need you doing that for me, because it would just add on to your own personal burdens.”

Genya came closer to you, taking your hands in hers. Her seeing eye was a deep gold in the dim light—a shard of the setting sun sparkling with love.

“Have you never noticed that I am in love with you?” she asked, making your heart leap. “Do you know how many times I’ve kissed your forehead, wishing it was your lips? Wishing that we could embrace with just the sheets between our bodies?”

“Um…” you felt yourself lean on her palms slightly. “Sorry,” you nodded at her hands clasping yours a little tighter now, with the weight on them. “But why did you run from me?”

“Don’t be sorry,” she smiled sadly. “I ran because I thought that you would find me ruined now, with this.” She touched her fingers gingerly to her scars.

“Never,” you shook your head, shifting your weight to put more on your good leg, so you could hold her face in your hands. “My Genya, you should never think you aren’t the most gorgeous woman on the face of this planet, because Saints alive, I have never seen a woman so kind, loving, and caring as you. It shows on your face, and it only makes you more breathtaking.”

In the dim light, you saw her blush, just the barest dust of pink under her skin.

“That’s probably the most you’ve spoken in your whole life,” chuckled the redhead, leaning into your touch. It startled you, and in turn, made you blush a rather unsubtle red.

“I-um,” you tried pushing out the words which wanted to leave your lips so desperately, but all you could do as she stepped closer to you was exhale softly, “Genya…”

“That’s the first time you’ve said my name that way,” she smiled, looking up at you slightly as her hands rested on your waist. Her gaze skirted down to your lips and to your eyes as she asked, “May I?”

Your heart leapt, the words struggled again. You nodded wordlessly and she tilted her head up, pressing her slightly dry yet soft lips on yours. The words came again as you both stood there in the dingy underground room, just kissing.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your thumbs stroking her cheeks as you prayed to all the Saints that your palms weren’t sweating. You wanted this moment to last, this first kiss to extend into forever. The world faded around you, the panic of your father’s attack, the fear you felt in front of the Queen, all forgotten as you focused on Genya.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

The words didn’t come, they failed you again. But you didn’t mind this time.

You smiled against her lips, and kept your e/c eyes riveted on her as she pulled away, her face finally cracking into a large, bubbly grin.

You let your hands fall from her face and held her hands in yours, trying not to giggle.

“Did we just do that?” She asked.

Wordlessly, you nodded, folding your lips into your mouth as a loud, childlike giggle threatened to escape your lips.

She leaned up to kiss your cheek and whispered in your ear, “Perhaps we could work on your voice sometime?”

“Um,” you nodded your head and asked, “Would-would you help me?”

“Of course, Y/n,” she smiled.

“I-I’ll speak a hundred words a minute for-for you,” you said, out of breath suddenly. “It will just take some time…”

“We have all the time in the world, my love,” she brushed her thumb gently over your bottom lip, causing a shudder to go down your spine.

You took her hand and kissed it gently, before pressing another kiss to her cheek where her longer scar was.

“All the time in the world,” you repeated with a smile.

She nodded and took your hand, holding it while you grabbed your cane and the both of you walked out of the room, back to where the others were.

As the torchlight cast long shadows on the wall, and you sat beside her silently while the others gave strategies on their next move.

Ever so often you would glance at Genya, who wore a thoughtful look on her face. The dim torchlight fell from behind her, highlighting her profile in gold.

‘Why have you condemned her to suffer such hardships?’ You silently asked the Saints. ‘Why do you make every effort to make her suffer?’

The answer was a simple one, which you could practically hear those damned Saints reply.

Because fate isn’t kind to those who have beauty like hers.

Because she is a beautiful girl in a broken world.

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This one was so sad to write- but I hope you enjoyed it! I am accepting requests, so feel free to send over an anonymous idea or send me a dm <3

#shadow and bone #genya safin #genya safin x reader #wlw #female y/n #aleksander morozov #alina starkov #baghra morozova #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar #nadia zhabin #adrik zhabin #sad #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #selective mutism #toxic parents

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May we have prompt 13 and 28 for sexy doctor Ratchet FMOD pretty please?🥺

Here it is!

You can read it there on AO3, or read it below...

Pairing: Ratchet/Reader Word count: 5.3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Body Worship, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Lap Sex, Painful Sex, Older Man/Younger Woman, A/B/O Dynamics A/n: This is based on Chapter 24 of FMOD, after the scene with Optimus in the church.

“You are going to be well-mannered and obedient. You are going to behave yourself. Do I make myself clear?” Optimus said. We were in the bathrooms of the church, my ass burning hot red and bleeding from the broken scabs. I was bent over the sink countertop, my hands bound behind me with the thick leather from his belt. I was mumbling out small nothings, my words far past the lands of making even the slightest bit of sense. My face was a snotty, teary, and spit-covered mess. He had just tortured me for a little under 40 minutes, I was in excruciating pain. I didn’t care about the stings and prickling of numbness on my back end, my stomach was my main focus. I could feel my organs constricting then expanding in my abdomen, the perfect anguish from being teased with denial after denial of my orgasm, I was in unbearable discomfort. I could feel my lower region dripping in blood, along with the wetness in my insides from his fingers being inside me so many times. If he just let me reach over the edge once, if he just slipped up and let me have one, just one release, my sorrow would go away. But even mumbled plead after plead didn’t convince him enough to help me. He wanted me to feel this torture. He warned me, and I blatantly ignored him. I had thought that if I managed to piss him off enough, he’d fuck me till next Tuesday, but the God-forsaken male had other ideas, it seemed. I was a stammering, stuttering mess as my feet just touched the tiled flooring below me, my boots squeaked with each movement I made, each fight I gave to stay atop the counter surface. He gave me a small amount of leeway when he grabbed my wrists, making me whimper and hide my face into the cold marble, but thankfully he was only undoing my bounds, releasing me from the tight shackles and my hands twitched with tension. I heard him start to put his belt back on, and I wasn’t sure if it was safe to move yet. I brought my hands to my face, wiped my eyes, and fought with myself to catch a grip. He took hold of my underarms, pulled me off the counter, and made me face him, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and my nose burrowed into his chest, still sobbing like a baby. He took us out of the bathroom, the door closing with a sudden slam and I flinched into my shoulders, my fingers gripped onto his shirt. My eyes hid in his chest, shunning the horrifically bright light across the hallway. Coming into range was a smell of something different from the hormonal male holding me, and I dared to peek out from his shirt, seeing Ratchet standing with his hands tucked into the form-fitting trench coat’s pockets. My bottom lip fought to stay steady, but something came over me and I pulled myself away from the giant, reaching shaking hands out to him. He didn’t skip a beat to rush to my rescue, bridal carrying me and eyeing me down. His brushed-back white, grey, and red hair struggled to stay put as he searched my expression, nothing but concern on his lips. “Where is Jazz?” Optimus asked. Ratchet shot his sight up to his, taking a second to register what exactly he was questioning him about. “Waiting outside.” He replied calmly, his expression turning back to his natural relaxed, yet somehow annoyed. “You are in charge of her. If she misbehaves then I expect you to punish her as needed. Though seeing how she is being obedient now, I am sure she will act accordingly... Am I correct?” He demanded me to answer. My fingers gripped the doctor’s shirt as if I could pull myself closer to him. Without looking at the Knight, I nodded, my eyes lingering on my trembling hands. “Take her home.” Ratchet didn’t waste much time turning on his heel and started to exit out the church. He kept me as close to him as he could manage, my head rested on his bicep, hearing his slightly elevated heart beat into my ear. He was my comfort, and I was just happy to have him.

The sun outside was warm as we went out, the small breeze in the air made me shiver slightly. With only a baby-doll dress and boots, it was no surprise that I was cold. The redhead’s body was heating me, but behind all his clothes made it difficult to fully experience his warmth.

“Takin’ her home?” Jazz asked as we came to the front of his Porsche. Ratchet grumbled in reply, not giving him proper words when he took me to the passenger side. He sat down with me in his lap, the small amount of room in the luxury car was a tight fit, but we made do.

Jazz didn’t take long to get in as well, peering over at me for a moment, and I pressed my legs together more, feeling exposed.

By now, half of the Autobot squad had seen me naked, so why it was such a bother to me flew over my head, but I was still uncomfortable being seen as something so sexual, even if I was heating and wanting to be mauled by every alpha in the general vicinity.

The drive back to the house was easy, quiet and quick. Jazz wasn’t the type to go under the speed limit, so getting there took no time at all.

Ratchet pushed the door open and we went out, him not saying a word as he took me to the porch, then inside, then quickly followed by the stairs. I didn’t say a word the whole time, knowing he knew what to do. He was going to make me comfortable, that’s what he does best.

We came into his room, a cozy bedroom with cream colored sheets on the bed, freshly made and the corners tucked in. There was a table on the other side, a big tower computer along with three different monitors with a separate screen savers of beaches. There was some luggage still not unpacked beside the bed, a Lazy-Boy recliner sat in front of a laptop on a coffee table… Everything was so clean, perfectly placed and well put together. It fit him rather well.

He sat me on the edge of the queen mattress, the sheets having a small throw-blanket that seemed like sheep’s wool. My hands were gentle to grasp to it, my nails sunk into the fur and for some reason it helped aid my mind.

With my legs over the edge, he bent over, being soft to take hold of my ankle, which I didn’t resist to. He guided my boot onto his knee, starting to untie them. He pulled the first one off, sitting it neatly to the side, then put my foot down to start on the next. He untied it then took it off, being as sweet and gentle as could be.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands, watching him slowly start to undress me.

When he was satisfied with the shape and health my ankles and calves looked to be in, he rose up and came to the edge of my dress. I was slightly surprised when he didn’t ask me to lift it up, I was patient enough to let him do whatever he wanted, I wouldn’t know how to fight back anyway, I was still crying slightly from earlier.

He lifted my dress up to my waist, then breast and shoulders, taking it off of my body and letting me sit on the bed with only my socks on. He went around to the other side of the bed where his luggage was and unzipped it, being quick to pull out one of his white t-shirts. Even though it was tight and form fitting on him, when he pulled it over my head, it was rather big on me.

He stopped when he was happy with how I looked. He stood to his full height, is hand slowly coming towards my chin where he would raise my head to look at him. My teary, wet eyes struggled to focus on his, but the vibrant glow in his hues helped comfort me.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that…” He said, his voice rough but understanding. “Optimus isn’t one to take punishments lightly, and I knew it must have been torture for you.”

I brought a hand up to his. His fingers came to the side of my face, brushing against my cheek and lower eye. I held his hand in mine, wanting to say something but not knowing what words I should use.

“Thank you for not fighting him. I know it can be hard not to, but it would have only made the situation worse.” He seemed to compliment, but I didn’t know how to take it.

I wanted to fight Optimus, I wanted to yell and throw a bitch fit till his damn ears bled from my screaming… But looking back, I guess I made the right decision on staying quiet.

There was some noise coming from the other side of the room, a strange ding! That made both of us look up.

The screen savors were gone, and I got a small glance of what looked like notes and articles on either side screens, with the middle having a messaging system, a text notification on the far right corner saying things I couldn’t read right in my state of mind.

He let out a small sigh, then looked back to me. “I got home at a good time. If you want, you can try and sleep some of the pain away, I’ll come back over to help when I’m done with some work.” He said, brushing my cheek with his thumb.

“I have a lot of pillows, and some extra blankets in the closet if you need them. Just tell me and I’ll get them for you.” With that, he took his hand away from me, making his way over to the office chair at the desk and pulled himself close to the table.

I watched him for a moment, studying what he was doing, which seemed to be answering messages to someone online. I was curious who someone like him could be talking to on a Sunday afternoon on the internet, last time I checked, messenger apps and that kind of thing were for teenagers…

I turned my attention away from him, moving towards the bedding around me. I pulled my legs atop the mattress, the softness of the sheets felt nice on my bare legs, the feeling soothing my aching mind and providing what little comfort it could.

The furry throw blanket was of interest to me. I pulled it to my lap, being gentle to start to pick at the edges with my nails. It was warm, and as I looked it over again, I saw that it had a wire attached to it… Christ, a heated blanket was everything I needed right then.

I covered my knees with it, beginning to lean back into the pillows and my head pressed against the highly fluffed up cushions. I sunk into the mattress the best I could, the ceiling suddenly becoming of great interest to my scattered skull.

Everything felt so distant. The weird markings on the roof struggled to properly form in my head. I wasn’t sure what to think. I was still in so much pain, and thinking about it only made things worse.

I doubted I would be able to sleep, let alone rest my eyes or even get my mind off the aching in my stomach for more than ten seconds at a time. I was constricted by these uncomfortable spikes and prods at my organs. Tossing back and forth, wrapping my arms around my abdomen, or hell, sitting back up again didn’t help. I knew what I needed, but asking for it from someone like Ratchet hurt my ego a little bit.

I liked him… Probably more than I should, but I felt weird admitting it out loud.

He was suppose to be my protector. With Derek lord knows where, Mirage no longer a safe zone for me, my only result was BumbleBee, and even he abused his dominance over me.

Ratchet was good. He treated me like an actual fucking human being… So why did I feel so weird asking him to touch me?

He was someone I found comfort in, dare I say romantic attraction to as well. I wanted to say that it was right to wish to seek his skin, but everything told me to just stay on the bed and be by myself. He told me he would join me once he’s done with work, but I wanted his touch now. I wanted it more than I wanted anything… And as I sat there, that damn angel and demon in my head came back.

They were debating the likelihood of getting away with it. Optimus sure as hell would smell him on me, lord only knows what Mirage would do if he found out, but Mirage had disappeared as well.

Who was I kidding…

I’ve gotten away with so much, I realistically shouldn’t push my luck… But Optimus made me in this pain, it should be more than fitting for the doctor to fix it.

My wondering eyes landed on him from on the bed. He was leaned back in the chair, his leg thumping on the wooden flooring in impatience. He was clicking with the mouse, dragging and dropping files into the messages with the unknown person on the other side of the screen. I wanted to know what he was doing.

I don’t have to fuck him to feel better. I know this. I just need to be physically around him. If I can just feel his hands touch my skin, my hips, my stomach, legs, thighs, I don’t care!

I decided I was going to let the demon win. I had to get up and be next to him. If it bothered him or not, I need it more than he needs to work.

My legs inched out of position from sitting crisscross, the heated blanket coming off of them, and the cool afternoon air hit my naked calves and thighs. My feet swept off the edge of the mattress, with how high the bed was, I had to stand up for them to touch. My posture was wobbly, I had to put a hand on the frame to steady myself, but I made my way to the end of the bed anyway.

He didn’t notice me just yet, either that or he didn’t seem to mind my sudden lack of being able to sit still.

I came to the side of his chair, his eyes still locked on the screen before him, but his hand that wasn’t occupied by clicking away absentmindedly came to my hamstrings. His fingers touched the back of my exposed knee, and I could feel my legs get even more weak than they already were.

His hand danced up and down on one spot, barely touching the middle of my thigh, and I knew he wasn’t doing it consciously.

“What are…” I fought with myself to swallow a lump in my throat, my mind having more than just a hard time trying to focus. “What-What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cracking, embarrassing me.

He hummed something from the back of his thoughts, but when he realized it wasn’t actual English, he took in a breath and leaned forward, straightening himself. His hand came up with his torso, skipping past my backside and coming to my lower back, where his fingers crept inside my shirt, starting to rub back and forth innocently on the indent of my spine.

He mumbled multiple things that I struggled to understand, his mind too focused on reading. With his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he studied the screen greatly. Whatever he was doing had his full attention, and I had to admit, it pissed me off a little. Pay attention to me Goddamn it…

I managed to catch a few words. Ranging from, “Medical supplies” To, “Emergency rooms” I understood that he was discussing… Getting drugs? I think?

“Do you… Do you have to pay for them?” I asked, my tone shy, slightly scared to say it. I didn’t want to offend him, I was getting what I wanted, my stomach was easing up a little, but I still needed more.

“He pays me, deary…” He said, confusing me.

“Are you um… Not getting medical, uh… Stuff?” I said, so innocently I felt stupid for not knowing.

“No…” He muttered, his hand traveling more up my back. I took in needed air to my lungs, my head tilting up then to the side slightly… Christ, he was going to make me a puddle… “He needs to go to the emergency room, he’s being an idiot…” He cursed, squinting his orange eyes at the screen in disapproval.

I could feel my legs shaking, the tension from standing for only a minute made me realize how weak I really was. I needed to sit down or else they were going to collapse.

His hand reached towards the side of my hip, and as if he had heard my prayer, he was gentle to start to pull me down to his lap. I allowed him to sit me on his knee, his attention still on the computer, but at least giving me enough attention to notice when I needed to rest.

His fingers were still underneath my shirt, going from my back to my stomach as he wrapped an arm around to my waist to keep me steady on top of him.

“I told you to try and sleep…” He muttered, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“I know… I… Just…” I was trying to form a sentence, but as the words came out in small bits, his hand crawled lower down my hip, trickling to my stomach and caressing my ovary bump. My heart pounded so hard I was more than certain he could feel it, even down there.

He hummed again, fixating his fingers on my hip bone. “Are you trying to distract me?” He asked, seeming to understand my painful position I was in from the start of the day till now. Was he taunting me?

I was so lost in the touch of his hands on my skin that I could barely make out the words he was saying, everything coming out of my mouth was just desperate small breaths of air, along with the occasional small whine of discomfort from my vocal cords.

If he just went a little lower… Just a tiny bit…

“This is important work, you know…” He grumbled, still not turning his head to even look over my shoulder at me, he stayed focused on the screen. Whatever it took to get his undivided attention, I’ll do it for God’s sake…

My quaking hand met his roughed up knuckles, the feeling of the scars and toughness of his flesh made me feel woozy.

I dared to place my palm atop his, my senses were already at top speed, I could feel his calm, rhythmic heart through his skin, opposed to the racing, off-beat pounding through my chest. I couldn’t keep my sanity, even with my greatest efforts.

He stayed quiet as I was gentle to take the back of his hand into mine, putting the slightest bit of pressure to it and he gave me free leeway. I tried my best to not seem too subtle, my grip tightened around his knuckles, starting to guide him downward. He paid me no mind, allowing me to move his hand down to my front, slowly coming in contact with my lower lips.

My breathing was in my ears, my eyes steadying on the floor, not really seeing it. I used his middle finger to touch the edge of my mound, and my stomach fluttered anxiously with butterflies. I could smell the rut on him, the hormones he gave off was intense, I felt like I wanted to drown in it.

I was sly to open my legs more, straddling his knee. I pressed his middle digit down, pushing onto my clit and I closed my eyes, my mouth locking shut and I swallowed a thick lump down my throat.

He wasn’t giving me any reaction and I didn’t know what else to do but slightly start to rock my hips against his hand. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted him to give a response to my abrupt usage of him. Of course I wanted him to fuck me till next week, but I was too embarrassed to outright say it. I wanted my body to speak for me, silently egging him on to take over. He was feeling some sort of way from me doing this, I could smell it on him.

He smelled nothing like Optimus, or hell, even Jazz or Mirage… He was unique in his scent, like he had a faintness that drew me closer to him. His musk was almost soft in my senses, while Optimus was harsh, like the smell of something spicy yet delicious… Ratchet had a kind of sweetness to him, and as I thought about it more, it came to me.

Ratchet was a gentle rutter, while Optimus was an aggressive rutter… I knew I was correct about their scents, which made sense why Jazz and BumbleBee were so different compared to both of them.

My mind wandered off the subject of their smells, going back to the feeling in my lower region when he started to use his finger by himself. His middle digit was slow to press onto my clit, beginning to move up and down ever so softly.

My mouth shot open to beg for air, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My head tilted down, my eyes barely able to flutter open to look down at his hand. He was giving me what I wanted, but I needed it faster. He only just started, can’t I be patient?

“It’s polite to ask first, deary…” He said in my ear, and an automatic whine left my mouth. Christ, just his deep, rough voice alone could make me moan…

“I’m…” I was totally out of breath, doing anything to try and catch a grip of my mind, but he was making it impossible.

He hummed in a question, telling me to continue talking, but I don’t think I could. I was already wetter than a nun’s cucumber, let alone fighting for my life to stay still.

His motions quickened only by a bit, and I eagerly panted in pure delight.

“If you insist on distracting me,” His hand left my front, instead both came to my hips, picking me up and he pushed us away from the desk, positioning me properly on his lap. He took hold of my knees, spreading my thighs open and locked his ankles around them, keeping them open. “Then I can help you...” His hand came back to my front, except he wasted no time to run his finger down to my entrance, dipping into me.

My back straightened against his chest, peeking over my shoulder to see him watching me, his orange hues brighter than I’ve ever seen them. I let my fingers rest on his, telling him I accepted his touch. I would never say no to him, he was amazing.

I leaned more into him, my exposed bottom pressed against his lower stomach, and the bump I felt told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

“But don’t expect this whenever you want it.” His tone said he was annoyed, but the feeling of his fingers starting to curl told me otherwise. I tried my best to be nonchalant to reach behind me towards his front, the bulge that formed was more than just noticeable, I needed to feel it.

His eyes danced around my expression, searching me for something I couldn’t pinpoint. I didn’t like the thought of him seeing me as pesky, but dammit if he wasn’t the hottest man alive right then.

His dress pants from church were easy to find the top to, my hand having no problem to sneak into them and quickly come in connection with his erection. I was scared to touch it, my shy fingers were nervous to press against it, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re rather handsy…” He grumbled, a mockingness to his words. I wasn’t sure how to reply, only nodding my head in the slightest of ways, scared to say anything out of fear of angering him. I knew he wouldn’t get mad at me, but the many times of being touched by Mirage, BumbleBee, and Optimus, it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t traumatized.

I was gentle to touch my index to the tip of his shaft, my inner monolog was going haywire, some thoughts laughing at me for being so desperate, some saying I was doing the right thing. He was turned on, equally, if not more than I was. I don’t know why I felt ashamed of myself… Maybe it was the days spent with Mirage, being belittled into thinking that the only person that will love me would be him, but this was happening now.

Ratchet was here, he was touching me, helping me. He knew I was in pain, he was doing everything he could to help ease my aching and hurt, so maybe I should stop thinking so harshly on myself and just allow it to happen.

The curling of his fingers met the perfect spot inside me, and my back arched outward, only adding to the deepness his digits went. It hurt to have him feel the spot where Optimus had abused me. My organs were screaming in worry of the terrifying denial they thought the redhead was going to do to me, but I did my best mentally to try and calm them down, knowing he wasn’t going to torment me further.

I tried to move my hips back towards him without taking his fingers out of me, my back straightened in the process, and he knew what I wanted.

He pulled out of me, a whimper left my throat but he answered me rather quickly. He took hold of my hips, lifted my body but didn’t allow my legs to close. He moved me back towards him, and I felt his other hand position himself, having no trouble as he guided me back down, the pressure in my stomach was consumed with his member.

My eyes went wide, my mouth taking in breath after breath, I stared off at the screen in front of us, the messages from the supposed wounded man on the other side saying things I couldn’t even begin to read.

He let me adjust to his length, and my mind was doing celebration songs and dances. I could feel him throb against me, and that’s all it took for me to start to rock my hips back and forth. He was the perfect size inside me, I could actually feel good for once. He wasn’t this gigantic, beast of a man, he was just right, and it made it feel all the more better.

His hands crept up to my stomach, one traveled down to my hips, the other underneath my shirt, dancing on my skin. “You’re beautiful…” His voice was low and in my ear, praising my body and I couldn’t hold down a high pitched gasp,

“You’re so new to this yet you know exactly what you’re doing.” He praised more, and my head was running in circles, doves and question marks erupting from my skull. I hadn’t been complimented like this before, how was I suppose to react?

His face came to my shoulder, his lips placing a soft kiss on the nook of my naked neck. I fully expected him to bite me, to maul me like all the others have. He was gentle, caring. I was in pure heaven.

His hand went more up my shirt, coming to the bottoms of my breast and he ran his fingers across my ribs, feeling in between my tits. “There’s no wonder why everyone’s so attracted to you.” He was worshiping me, making me feel like a god that he’s known for years.

His other fingers met my lower stomach, brushing just above the top of my thighs. His careful touch was precious on my flesh, caressing my sensitive markings from the weeks prior, I wanted nothing but him.

“If God made humans in his image, it makes me curious who made you…” He said, confusing me. I peered over my shoulder slowly at him, my half lidded eyes asking him what he meant. “You’re more than human, you’re a deity.” He really was worshiping me. I swear his voice was like hearing the angels singing at the golden gates.

He finally touched my thighs, a spot I didn’t realize was as sensual as it was until he felt it. My brows narrowed at the feeling, my body was so sensitive, I could feel everything he was doing times ten.

“Whenever you’re ready, you can speed up. You’re doing amazing.” He gave me permission to quicken my pace, and I did it as if it was an order, wanting nothing more than to make him happy. My hips circled him, hitting just the right spot with each rebound. I was losing my mind.

He understood that I needed a little extra help with figuring out my body, so his hand exploring my thighs found my clit again, rubbing fond, moderate unknown letters against it. My face turned pained, the building in my gut was harsh and sharp, uncomfortable to feel it again. I needed the release, but my ovaries had it out for me, telling me I needed to stop or else I would be hurt again.

He could tell I was in an immense amount of pain, the overwhelming pressure and constriction consuming my innards was like being punched in the stomach over and over. “You’re okay, give it time.” He comforted, egging me on to just continue.

I knew that if I stopped now because of the pain, then I would regret it almost instantly. I knew I wanted to continue, the reward would be worth the pain, but everything was begging me to just stop. It didn’t feel wrong, it wasn’t uncomfortable emotionally… I was more than happy to stay here and try my damnedest to enjoy it…

I could feel the constriction in my insides building more, it was unbearable. His hand on my front was at the perfect pace, I was right on the edge, totally out of breath, I felt weak and full of sorrow… But only a few more moments of the anguish that seemed to last years, the overflow of bliss engulfed my stomach, morphing up to my chest and arms.

I burst out in a gasp of air, instant tears flooded my sight, my face heated up, I tried not to choke on my sudden groan, feeling pushed over a cliff with emotion.

He came to the rescue right away. He removed his hand from my cunt, moving it to my stomach, the other reached towards my neck, making me ram my mouth shut and hold my breath. He dipped his nose into my shoulder, shushing me under his breath in my ear.

“You did amazing deary. See? That wasn’t that bad, you feel so much better now, don’t you…”

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[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part Ten

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Angst, drinking, smoking, minor assault (arm being grabbed roughly at a bar!! nothing more!) mentions of blood, violence 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Thanks to everyone and their patience with this update!! As we're heading into the last two or three chapters, we may go bi-weekly, just so I can make sure I give you all the best I can (and also stretch out saying goodbye to Harlow and Sam)! Love you all so much!!

WC: 2943

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Harlow was lucky Jake Kiszka thrived on small amounts of sleep. She kept him up all night, working through the songs that were flowing through her. Cigarettes burned themselves down between her fingers as she paced their home, voicing out lyrics and melodies, harmonies. She would then drop the butt in the ashtray on their coffee table, leaning in to Josh for him to place another between her lips, lighting it for her before she moved away, taking one, single drag and ignoring it the rest of the time she paced. 

In her other hand, when there wasn’t a pen, was a whiskey laden highball, courtesy of Jake’s bar, which she helped herself to multiple times. Messy sips and slurps between bars of the songs they were writing. More than once, Josh noticed Harlow wiping a trickle of her drink from her chin as she started to sing before she fully swallowed. Her mind was frantic, more than he had seen her before in her writing process. She was starting to slur her words and trip over the rug. 

“Harlow,” Josh rested a hand on her arm, pausing her pacing. “I think you need to get some rest.” Tracing his hand down her elbow, he reached her wrist, feeling her pulse under his fingers, noting it was fast. “Come sit for a few minutes, you’ve been non-stop for hours.”

“I’m fine,” Harlow tried to pull away from him, but Josh kept his hand on her wrist, gazing up at her with a concerned, stern look. Jake stopped his strumming on the guitar in his lap. He’d given up hours ago on following Harlow’s stream of consciousness, merely plucking out melodies softly as she went on. “Josh-“

“Please.” she couldn’t refuse his plea, and sat on the couch, her body finally leaving it’s flight mode. She sank into the cushions, resting her head back. Josh gently took the drink from her hand, setting it away from her on the coffee table. “You should go up to bed.”

“I don’t know that I can fall asleep.” Harlow spoke softly, though her words betrayed how exhausted she was. 

“You will,” Josh reached out, brushing her bangs from her eyes. “I think it’s best if you stay here today.” Harlow nodded as Josh continued. “You both need more time away from each other.”

“I never wanna see Sam again.” Harlow’s voice was hard now, but wobbly, as if she was holding back a sob in her throat.

“I’m afraid that’s near-impossible.” Jake gave her sad smile. “At least for a few more weeks. If it makes you feel any better, I plan on kicking his ass so hard he won’t have a face for you to look at.”

“Now that I’d love to see.” Harlow shared a smirk with the younger twin.

“Come on,” Josh stood up, holding his hand out to Harlow. She took it, letting him pull her up from her sunken position on the couch. “Let’s get you tucked in.” Though there were hints of the sun beginning to rise, the pitch black night turning to a blue-gray hue out the windows. Josh brought her back to his bedroom, shutting the curtains to block out as much pale light as he could while Harlow crawled back between his sheets.

“Josh?” the young man hummed, picking up some papers she had written on before she had moved downstairs. “Thank you for everything.” setting the papers down on the nightstand, Josh smiled down at Harlow.

“Don’t sweat it, kid.” he ruffled her hair with a smirk, watching her roll away from him with a laugh and hunker down into bed, the liquor in her blood helping lull her off into a somewhat restful sleep. Josh continued to pick up his bedroom a bit, before going back downstairs and see Jake leaning against the kitchen counter, percolator dutifully making coffee next to him.

“Say what you want about Sam,” Jake murmured, flipping over one of the sheets of paper that littered their house now. “but he inspires one hell of a song.” Josh stood next to him, leaning over to see what was scrawled onto the paper. This was one Harlow hadn’t sang out loud, that he could tell, the words were unfamiliar, no melody playing in his head as he read them. “She’s mad as hell, man.”

“She has every right to be.” Josh took the paper from Jake’s hand, setting it on the counter. “Let’s just hope he’s ready to face her wrath.”

“You think it’s going to be bad?” Jake quirked an eyebrow.

“I don’t think Sam is ever going to live this down.” Josh answered, nodding solemnly.

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Harlow had slept through most of the day, waking up in the late afternoon, and calling a cab to take her back to her hotel. Josh and Jake had gathered up her writings, and she carried them carefully with her. When she was back in her own room, she took the time to shower, letting the past twenty-four hours wash away from her skin, her hair, everything but her mind. She had woken, set on satisfaction, and knew what she had to do.  

“Billy, it’s Harlow.” she spoke into the phone, sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was still dripping as she twirled the phone cord around her finger. “How fast can you and the guys get to Nashville?”

“Why?” Billy answered, sounding curious. “We’re not supposed to meet up until next week when we resume tour.”

“Inspiration struck, and I need you here.” was all the explanation Harlow gave. Billy waited for more, the there was nothing else for her to say.

“Okay, yeah. Give me a day to get everyone together.” Billy sighed into the phone, thinking about how much work it was going to be to wrangle up the rest of the band early. “Where are we meeting?” Harlow gave him the address to her hotel, saying goodbye shortly after. Sauntering back to the bathroom, she opened her makeup caddy, preparing for the night ahead.

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The bar was loud and crowded, just like Harlow was hoping. She sat at the sticky bar, drinking her second whiskey sour of the night. Every so often, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the bar, smiling at the light, iridescent blue shimmer adorning her eyelids. Small lines of black liner flicking out into small points at the outer corners of her eyes gave her a sultry expression. 

Her light brown hair was darker in the dim lighting of the bar, adding to the look. She was considering going to a salon in the morning and darkening her locks permanently when an arm slung over her shoulders, catching her off guard.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing at a shithole like this?” glancing up, Harlow was met with bright green eyes and a charming smirk. 

“Don’t you know?” she sent back a smirk of her own. “Shitholes serve the best whiskey.” She took her drink and knocked it back, setting the empty glass back on the bar.

“A whiskey woman, huh?” the man leaned against the bar, an impressed smirk on his face. Harlow resisted rolling her eyes. “I like that.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Harlow turned slightly on her stool, giving the man a playful yet quizzical look.

“Means they don’t mind a little pain with their pleasure.” Harlow almost laughed out loud, but kept her composure, hoping her biting her tongue came across as trying not to smile. 

“How about you buy me another drink and we can talk about that a little more?” 

“Can I get your name?”

“Harlow.” was all she offered, waiting for him to respond.

“Richard.” 

Time spent flirting with a stranger was time well spent in Harlow’s book. Richard was good-looking enough, a few times she wondered if she should bother taking him back to her hotel room. He was funny enough to make her genuinely laugh a few times, and she didn’t hate the way his hand would rest on her knee. 

It wasn’t until her name was called that she tore her eyes away from him, spotting Josh and Jake across the bar. Harlow smiled at them, giving them a nod that she saw them before starting to turn towards Richard again. As her eyes scanned the bar, her smile fell. She had spotted Danny while her smile was still in place, but quickly her eyes found Sam next to him. They were talking and looking around, presumably for Jake and Josh who were already starting to sit at a table. 

As the crowd parted around Sam and Danny, letting them through, Harlow’s eyes spotted movement behind Sam. She caught a glimpse of Cindy, almost straight out of a movie as she shook her hair from her face, smiling happily as she followed Sam.

“Wait, that’s-“ Richard looked from Jake and Josh to Harlow. “You know Greta Van Fleet?”

“It would seem that way.” Harlow’s interest was long gone now. All she wanted to do was finish her drink and leave, before Sam could spot her too. It was only a matter of time before Josh invited her to the table.

“Hey, can you like, get me into a show?” Harlow looked up to Richard, who looked at her expectantly. “I think they have a show coming up in a few weeks, right?”

“Yup,” Harlow took a long sip of her drink, hoping the one word answer would give him the hint. He didn’t, instead he leaned in, lowering his voice with a smirk on his face.

“I’ve never slept with a groupie before.” Harlow froze, knowing that when he said ‘groupie’ he absolutely meant her. 

“And you never will.” she said, taking the rest of her drink and splashing it into his face. “Thanks for the drinks, Dick. For the record, I’m not a groupie, I’m their fucking opening act.”

“You frigid bitch!” Richard grabbed Harlow’s upper arm, squeezing tightly, causing her stumble off her barstool as he tried to pull her up to his eye level. The way he glowered at her made her face burn with embarrassment, like when your mother would scold you in front of your friends. 

“Everything okay here?” Sam’s voice was hard, his mouth pressed into a stern line. He had been watching Harlow interacting with the young man since he stepped foot in the bar and spotted her. When the man leaned in, Sam made the excuse of checking on the table’s drink order to get closer, maybe hear what they were saying. 

“We’re fine.” Richard turned back to Harlow. “You can have your slut back.” he let go of Harlow, tossing her back from him as if she burned him. Catching herself on the stool, she saw everything in slow motion.

“The fuck did you just call her?” before anyone could stop it, Sam had reared his arm back, thrusting his fist into Richard’s face. Blood began pouring from Richard’s face, pooling in his palm as he grasped his nose, shouting in pain. “Don’t you ever let me hear you talk about her that way, do you understand me?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Richard backed away, glaring at Harlow and Sam before finally turning and retreating towards the front door of the bar. Straightening herself, Harlow cleared her throat, avoiding eyes as the bar went back to their own business.

“Are you okay?” Sam was next to her now, eyes raking over her body. 

“I’m fine.” she replied shortly. “I could’ve handled it.”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “Harlow-“

“Hey, what the hell happened?!” Josh was wide-eyed, looking at Harlow. His eyes fell to her bicep, where an angry red handprint was fading. 

“A guy just got a little handsy, that’s all.” Harlow gave Josh a smile, one he saw right through. “I’m fine, Josh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go home.”

“No, hey, come have a drink with us.” Josh pleaded. “That guy could be outside waiting,  come sit with us for a little bit.” Harlow fought a glance towards Sam. As much as she wished, she couldn’t stay petty forever.

“Fine. One drink.” 

Harlow was true to her word. One drink. Jake, Josh and Danny, however, had plenty, and were making it known. Jake, having recently learned Harlow’s government name, was overjoyed to find ‘Brandy’ by The Looking Glass on the bars jukebox. He held Harlow’s hand to his chest, a drunken, sloppy grin on his face as he sang to her, Danny’s arm wrapped around his shoulder and singing one of the most off-key harmonies she’d ever heard.

“The sailors say Brandy-that’s YOU!- you’re a fine girl!” Jake pointed to Harlow as he sang. “What a good wife you would be! Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!” Danny dutifully coming in with the bridge harmonies. Once the song was over, Jake left, mumbling about it not being long enough and getting change from the bartender. Harlow was left alone at the table for a few moments of peace.

Or so she thought.

“They really like you.” Harlow turned in her seat, seeing Cindy now sitting next to her where Josh had been. 

“You think?” Harlow laughed a bit, glancing back at Jake who was in a heated argument about replaying the song with the bartender, pointing back to her. 

“I’ve known these boys since grade school.” Cindy smiled softly, her green eyes shimmering in the light. Harlow took in her face as Cindy explained their childhoods. Her face was bare, her summer tan being the only makeup she wore. Of course, she was naturally beautiful. She didn’t need the shimmers and shadows and lipsticks. Harlow felt suddenly overdone, no longer sultry, but instead like a clown, caked with makeup. “They’ve always been careful about who they let in. Not because they’re mean or a clique, but…when these boys care for someone, love someone? They love hard.”

“I can see that.” Harlow nodded, slowly turning her glass on it’s napkin, watching the melting ice dance inside.

“I thought for a minute when we met you were with Josh.” Cindy smiled sheepishly. 

“No, no.” Harlow shook her head. “We have a connection, but it’s…it’s more of platonic soulmates, I think.” Cindy nodded, tucking her silky hair behind her ear. “They’ve all been wonderful to us, me and my band.”

“That’s good. When they see talent, they support it.” Cindy nodded. A small silence fell between the two women before Cindy began idol chit-chat again. Harlow was waiting, waiting for the shoe to drop, for Cindy to ask if she was sleeping with her fiancé. But if she knew what was going on, Cindy made no mention. No hint that she knew what Sam and Harlow had been up to over the past few months. And Harlow found her so sweet and kind, she wouldn’t be the one to tell her. 

Harlow bit the tip of her tongue as the question bubbled up her throat during a small lull, the liquor in her system having began to wane, but she would blame it nonetheless.

“How long have you and Sam been engaged?” Cindy’s smile burst open, her bright, pearly teeth nearly blinding Harlow in the dim bar. 

“Technically since our senior year.” she explained, looking dreamily across the bar, where Sam was in a conversation with someone, laughing at a joke. Harlow’s heart panged sharply in her chest. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to go up and wrap her arms around his waist, sidling into his side and giggle with him at the joke, enjoying his warmth. But as she glanced to Cindy, she saw the same expression, full of love and admiration. Another crack in Harlow’s heart.

“Wow, that’s a long time to be engaged.”

“Oh yeah, well we were going to get married that July.” Cindy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “But then the band took off, so we postponed it. And then one tour after another as they built up their success. There just hasn’t been time.”

“I get that.”

“How about you, anyone special?” Harlow snorted. What an ironic question for her to ask.

“Did you see what happened at the bar earlier?” she asked. Cindy took a moment, then nodded and laughed, realizing how silly her question was. “No, not at the moment.”

“Well, there’s someone for everyone.” Cindy said. “A lid for every pot, as my granny used to say.”

“Your granny sounds wise.” Harlow mused, a small laugh. She hated this. Every second of it. Cindy was a good person, trying to get to know the woman who had been sleeping with her fiancé. 

“She was. Listen, I’m so glad there’s another girl here. Sometimes being with all of them, it drives me nuts!” Cindy laughed, pulling a face, and doing it beautifully. “I really hope we can become great friends.” Harlow swallowed down the bile rising in her throat now.

“I do too.” she softly agreed. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” Cindy nodded, and Harlow quickly got up, heading towards the bathroom. Gripping the dingy sink, she tried to calm herself. Guilt wracked her body, tears stinging her eyes, surprising her that she had any left after the past twenty-four hours. 

Looking in the mirror, Harlow took in her appearance. Sweaty, mascara running, she turned on the faucet splashing her cheeks to wipe away the black streaks. When she was done, she re-examined herself. This Harlow was different. This Harlow was not the Harlow from days gone by.

This Harlow was going to get her revenge on Samuel Kiszka. 

For her, and for Cindy.

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[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky x Prapai (Episode 9)

I’m going to start off by saying - this episode HURT. They really aren’t holding back on the pain in Sky’s arc, and I wasn’t anticipating so much of it so soon. I found some of the scenes in this episode incredibly upsetting to watch, and I’m sure a lot of you will too - because we all adore our boy so much.

I feel like it’s going to take me longer than usual to digest this episode, because there were parts in this that were really heavy and dark, and I don’t know why but I didn’t expect them to go there. I already have a few things I want to do deeper dives on, but I’ll mention some of the key takeaways from this episode.

Prapai has already registered that something’s seriously wrong with Sky. And he deserves more credit than a lot of people gave him. He may not know what to do with that information yet, but you can tell he’s serious about finding out.

The other moments I really appreciated were the scenes of Rain firstly finding out about Prapai pursuing Sky, and then handing over care of Sky to Prapai when Sky gets sick. That was definitely protective best friend behaviour there. You could tell it was probably the first time Rain had seen Sky so vulnerable, and he wasn’t about to leave his friend with someone who couldn’t be trusted. The sad part of this is that the episode confirmed that Rain essentially knows nothing about Sky’s ex. Didn’t know he was a guy for starters, has definitely no idea the level of trauma that Sky now suffers regularly because of it.

And finally Sky getting sick. Yes, I’m a self-confessed sucker for whump, and characters comforting each other. I was however NOT expecting this scene to come up so soon and for it to be so darn painful. My poor baby was under an incredible amount of mental turmoil and pressure that it finally took its toll.

I think we are starting to get the first glimpses of Prapai’s love language, which is taking care of his loved ones by making sure their needs are met. He was constantly asking if Sky had eaten and whether he was taking care of himself. It made my already fragile heart ache every time Sky denied himself Prapai’s concern.

JESUS CHRIST, I don’t know how I’m going to live through this. This was so incredibly heart-breaking. I’m going to go sob into my pillow now.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #love in the air episode 9 #prapaisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #they said PAIN TRAIN for the 2nd episode of sky's arc #IM RUINED #i was NOT prepared #i've said it before but i'll scream it until the end of time #PROTECT SKY #this is not a drill #HE NEEDS PROTECTION #goddamn poor sky does not deserve so much pain #this is probably much more incoherent than my previous posts because i'm a wreck

[trashytoastboi]

Hi! I loved the headcanons with the quite and calm s/o getting angry because someone said something triggering to them, so can I please request a similar idea where the s/o breaks someone’s arm or worse, as if they’ve become feral after getting triggered but with Sir Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro and Kid this time? Thank uuu

Heyya! 🍞 thank you so much and sure thing! I'm so so sorry it's taken this long 🥺 hope you enjoy~🍀

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Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

Warning: Mentions of violence

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Sir Crocodile

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🐊 Crocodile rarely ever saw {Name's} temper go beyond annoyance or irritation. There had never been a precedent where he could say that he saw {Name} genuinely angry. Crocodile enjoyed that little dynamic between the two of them. Seeing that he would be the one to get angry or worked up over situations and {Name} was able to still see the situation from a level headed perspective. Even more than that, {Name} is an individual who teeters more towards being quiet. Crocodile had come to appreciate their moments of talking beyond their usual amount and found it quite precious. In fact, many knew {Name}to be so quiet. That when they did speak, everyone would listen.

🐊 It only took a moment. A moment from when Crocodile had left the room to address a small issue and had left {Name} to their own devices. To when he opened the door to be greeted by the most unexpected scene of {Name} radiating an air of fury and sporting a never seen before expression that correlated to the rage that made the atmosphere of the room heavy. The person before them snickered, acted with indignation and arrogance. Every word, action and second of their annoyance wound {Name's} temper tighter before the silent snap.

🐊 {Name} had attempted to diffuse the situation, the manner of their speech and soft spoken nature came across as timid. The person ignored {Name's} words. Countless times and mocked their "weak" demeanour. {Name} sighed, and within the blink of an eye, their hand was over the rude individuals mouth. The vice like grip did not even let a single breath in nor out. A hand rose to hit {Name}, stopped in its tracks by their right hand. "I have asked politely. Only now that I have silenced that vulgar mouth, can you listen to my words." {Name} spoke in their usual tone, without raising a single decibal. Struggling in {Name's} grip, and finally being dropped to the ground. The individual in question felt humiliation and tried to incite violence before having his arm broken by {Name}.

🐊 Crocodile dropped his newly lit cigar at the sight before him. Violence, fights, incidents and arguments were nothing new... but seeing {Name} driven to a degree of rage where they had chosen violence as their end all for the issue was an unbelievable sight. While unusual, it was not unwelcome. If anything Crocodile felt a hint of admiration, and relief seeing that his partner could get that angry. He often worried about them being caught in unfortunate situations and not being one to anger would experience people trying to walk over them.

🐊 Crocodile quickly cleaned up the mess and dragged away the screaming person who sobbed about his arm. Crocodile held a look of concern on his face, wondering what could have been done or said to enrage them so much. "My dear..." Crocodile lowered his voice, as if to approach the question cautiously. {Name} smiled with an apologetic look "I'm sorry you had to see that" their voice returned to the gentle manner that Crocodile is accustomed to. "Hearing insults, upon ignorance, misconstrued ideals and just otherwise open hatred for others really irked me" {Name} stated with a frown, showing the displeasure they felt even when simply recalling the matter.

🐊 Crocodile listened intently, gently placing his hand on {Name's} back and few awkward, well meant pats. The action is awkward and restrained but {Name} understands what Crocodile is trying to convey by doing so. While still being worked up by the previous situation they slowly started to wind down and relax. After a short moment, {Name} offered a reassuring smile "I'm all good." The incident would stay ingrained in Crocodiles memory for a long time. Both from being impressed but also a slight anxiety if should he ever be caught on the receiving end of that anger.

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Monkey D. Luffy

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🍖 Between {Name} and Luffy, existed the stark contrast of Luffy's outward, loud and hyperactive nature. While {Name} always appeared much more quiet, calm and reserved. When placing two polar opposite individuals side by side; it only felt as if these differences were greatly emphasized. In another comparison of their temperaments, the crew had rarely ever observed {Name} getting angry. Luffy usually is the one who reached breaking point. Though truthfully, no one had even seen {Name} get annoyed.

🍖 The Straw-Hats themselves could be considered rowdy but even so they were not unpleasant to be around and did not create an uncomfortable atmosphere. Compared to a similarly rowdy table that sat not too far off from them. Swearing, being rude to the people who came to serve them, grabbing strangers inappropriately and making jokes out of people. This already peeved many of the patrons. Its tolerable until their sole attention turns towards the Straw-Hat crew. They leer at Robin and Nami, and begins making mocking and less than pleasant comments towards the crew. Luffy's jovial attitude steadily died down and the crew grew nervous when Luffy had stopped eating. Luffy was a single push away, and yet {Name} had been the one to stand up.

🍖 Taking a calm walk over to the table, perhaps the atmosphere that surrounded {Name} in contrast to how calm their actions were was already unsettling. "Please apologise for your rude remarks..." they politely asked, however the one who had instigated the issue in the first place had no apology. Instead he laughed at {Name} and showing no remorse for his disrespectful actions and continued the ruckus. Their hand made its way into the man's greasy hair, and using their strength to drive his head into the table. The force of which broke the table. The noisy man lay unconscious and everything happened so quickly it took a moment for everyone to process what they just witnessed. Luffy was surprised to see his partner get so angry as was the rest of the crew.

🍖 The mood of the restaurant shifted after the incident. Some people were relieved that the blabbering fool had finally been silenced, others were still amazed by the scene of {Name} breaking the table with his face. An uneasy feeling settled in the restaurant; the awe and shock alike kept people silent with no more than a few stray whispers. Suddenly Luffy bursts out laughing. Walking over to check up on {Name} and make sure they weren't hurt anywhere. He smiles, relieved there is no injury. In his words he further compliments them saying just how strong they are and that it is very impressive.

🍖 Up until this point Luffy had listened to all the crude remarks. Thus knew exactly why {Name} had gotten so worked up and even reacted the way they did. No one on the crew had ever seen them angry, let alone violent to that extent. Luffy's nonchalant attitude made the situation more light hearted than the grim environment around them. Without warning, Luffy had riled up the crew who all sprung up from their silence into cheer. The joy seemed infectious and their immediate surroundings turned a little more merry.

🍖 Luffy's attempt at alleviating the tension and helping {Name} settle a little more proved successful. {Name} had space to take a deep breath and calm down. Seeing that it took so much to wind {Name} up and finally reaching their breaking point made it hard to settle. The rage that rises and permeated their whole body makes it easy to see why {Name} is usually reluctant to get angry. Luffy easily took the edge off and helped to cheer them up. A little bit of laughter helped the anger to fade relatively quickly.

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Roronoa Zoro

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⚔ If there was any fact that Zoro could attest to, it would be the fact that [Name's} usual demeanour is the most welcome form of reprieve. It was an interesting balance and contrast they brought to the crew. Considering {Name} is on the quiet side and with a comparably shy nature. From the otherwise rambunctious crew it is a welcome change. Sometimes Zoro wondered how such a quiet person still managed to be heard above the noise, but thankfully the crew always took time to listen.

⚔ Wherever there is alcohol there is a good chance to encounter someone who may have had a little too much to drink. Even amongst the drunks there are the merry few, and the not so pleasant ones as well. It started with {Name} just trying to fetch a drink and make their way back to Zoro. The man drunkenly stumbled and hit into {Name} who managed to save their drink and apologise to avoid any issue. In spite of their attempts to keep things amicable, the man did not see it that way and began prodding {Name} with a callous finger and crude words. Zoro sat across the way, enjoying his drink and wondering what had been keeping {Name}. From what he could see, he found his question answered.

⚔ {Name's} expression darkened with every passing second. Their expression may have appeared normal to everyone else, but to Zoro, who knew them well... He read the room faster than anyone else when he saw the look in {Name's} eyes. {Name} heaved out a disappointed sigh, and smashed their tankard against the drunk's head. Stumbling and falling to the ground, covered in alcohol. {Name} offered a chilling smile that made the man tremble. “Sometimes its best to leave well enough alone, don't you agree?” They stated softly. The man scurried away, leaving {Name} to dry their hands off.

⚔ Zoro takes his hand away from his katana, smiling at the way his partner had taken care of the situation. He felt a twinge of regret that he was not quick enough to help, but felt equally reassured that {Name} took care of themselves so well. He walked over to {Name}, handing a new drink to them. They thanked him but the slight shake in their voice indicated they were still holding themselves back.

⚔ Zoro didn't rehash the same issue or inquire for the finer details of the issue. He smiled and offered a hand to {Name}, trying to help them relax and get back into the festive swing of the party to forget the earlier irksome situation. In truth, Zoro sometimes viewed himself as petty, considering he put a target on the drunkards back which he would be sure to take care of before the night is up.

⚔ {Name} settled into the seat, enjoying Zoro's company who just spoke of some of the various things he had seen happening in the party. Including Luffy accidentally swallowing some of the plates and bowls while eating. Zoro slowed his drinking paced, trying to match {Name} who leisurely sipped their drink. The atmosphere was that of a typical shindig, energetic and a little chaotic. The atmosphere became pleasant after the situation, enough for {Name} to completely calm down and enjoy the party.

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Eustass Kid

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🛠 Everyone who saw Kid and {Name} at first glance, thought them to be quite a mismatched pair. Just on the surface for those who did not know the couple that well. Especially seeing how frequently they would lock horns over various problems. {Name} is quiet albeit very headstrong and easily stands their ground. Considering their nature, the first impression of one another was not favourable. Kid easily spoke over {Name} until he got to know them. When that happened, Kid steadily grew more considerate towards them. Gravitating towards an attraction he could not explain.

🛠 {Name} awaited the return of their crew after running some errands, restocking and such. They finished earlier than everyone else it seemed. Every island seemed to have pirates whether from famous crews or relatively small ones. The result of which brought marines. {Name} decided to avoid the hassle that would come with getting involved and turned to find elsewhere to wait for their crew. One of the younger marines, possibly a new recruit must have spotted {Name} and began causing a scene. Having the reputation of a pirate meant that most would look upon the marine as the justified one.

🛠 {Name} decided that it would be best if they just avoided the trouble interacting with the marine would bring. In doing so, they slipped away from the crowd and headed into a nearby pub. Chances are the crew would have gone there anyway to grab a drink before embarking on the next long stretch of sailing. {Name's} guess was correct, even down to the place they would be. The moment the crew walked in there was a sudden need to dodge the marine that had just been tossed across the pub like a ragdoll. {Name} broke a chair over the head of the other and finally grabbed one uncomfortably hard. Their head began making unnatural creaking sounds under the death like grip. The marine had no choice but to flail about and spout as many apologies they could muster for {Name} to calm down.

🛠 Kid's first impression of the situation thought that a rowdy bar brawl would ensue, and feels ready for a little fighting. He finally takes in the entire situation, the central figure of the situation being his partner... Killer spots all the bloody and battered marines. Killer only mustered a sigh when he thought about the repercussions, no doubt it was the Marines fault for working {Name} up that much. Kid on the other hand, burst out laughing. A large grin spread across his lips “I knew you had it in you baby!” He heartedly laughed, the unfamiliarity and somewhat brutal act of it all proved more amusing than anything to Kid.

🛠 Now although Kid is truly amused and impressed, he also had a nagging curiosity he felt a need to satisfy. The simple question of why. Why had his quiet partner gotten that angry? Even with a hounding provocation he had never seen {Name} pushed to such lengths. Kid's eyes fixated on the marines, glaring towards them with disdain. He wanted to call them pathetic and disregard them after seeing how pitifully they begged for mercy from {Name}.

🛠 Kid didn't think that the ones grovelling deserved any mercy to begin with. It was completely self inflicted and a situation of their own making. Kid in the rare times of seeing {Name} get angry knew that they were not a person who facilitated things like rage well. And so for their sake, the situation was dealt with quickly and then Kid dragged them along with the rest of the crew. Finding somewhere to grab a drink, eat a bunch and deal with the aftermath of the situation. Kid truly wanted to give the marines another taste of being crushed ruthlessly but decided against it, since the way {Name} left them is perfect.

#one piece #sir crocodile #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #eustass kid #trashytoastboi #one piece headcanon #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece crocodile #mugiwara no luffy #straw hat crew #one piece zoro #zoro #pirate hunter zoro #eustass captain kidd #eustass captain kid #one piece kid #sfw

[tieronecrush]

bestie!!!

for the ask game:

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

HI BB :)))

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

The light bounces off the surface of the water, reflecting in his eyes as you hold his gaze and silence falls over the two of you for a handful of heartbeats. He speaks in a hushed voice as if any louder would shatter the moment, “M’gonna marry you. Gonna give you whatever kind of life you want — a house, babies, I’d move across the world with you if you wanted. Middle of nowhere. Whatever you want, Mari.” A smile grows on your face, droplets littering your face as you match his volume, “The only life I want is one with yours.”

this is from my most recent chapter of h&h and idk i feel so attached to lil moments like this cause they feel genuine to me like such simple expressions of love <3

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

ABSOLUTELY there are so many but some highlights would be tumblr wise: YOU EL @swiftispunk @cupofjoel @darkroastjoel @atinylittlepain and so so many more

non-tumblr wise, i would aspire to write something like elif batuman's the idiot, v.e. schwab's the invisible life of addie larue, lily king's writers & lovers, sally rooney's normal people, and of course, i love the classics from jane austen & charlotte bronte & love sylvia plath

a big influence is stories that feel like incredible representations of real life and i can feel what the characters are feeling

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

oh god..........idk there's not a lot that i won't give a shot but i am not a fan of the inexperienced reader who has NO CLUE about anything cause that is just a sure fire way to take me out of the story cause in today's day and age, even if you're sheltered, you're still gonna learn or be exposed to sex

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

you are included in this list and i have told you all the time but i am always in awe of how you build your fics and include such poetic language and also make me go insane cause i fall in love with your characters so quickly. let my barbies marcie and jo kith <3

@swiftispunk -- han is such an incredible writer and makes me want to be better and was my first friend on here and encouraged me to write and i love her so much!!! always and forever a favorite of mine, i would eat up anything han wrote, fic or not!

@atinylittlepain -- GIN my cousin they are seriously so skilled and so creative in their story ideas and character development is just chef's kiss. again, a writer who inspires me! i am putting my gin cap on for a WIP i have attempting to write something with as much depth and beauty as they put into their writing every time.

@ladamedusoif -- the thoughtfulness in rose's stories is so immaculate, i am always transported into the worlds that she builds. it's careful creation but not fragile in the slightest, i can really dig into her stories and characters.

@whatsnewalycat -- hands down writes fics that should be novels. the amount of times i have sobbed or laughed or yelled out loud while reading aly's stories is concerning. i devour everything they post as soon as it's posted and i have had weeks at a time when i have found myself continually thinking about their stories and characters and certain small choices that have left an impact on me.

ask me a question about my fics!

#asks #ask games #el tag

[sensivs]

Sad time :D !!

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How I think cod boys would react if you died :(

(Ft: Ghost, König, Alejandro, Soap) (if wanted, request some more ppl:) !!)

Ghost-

• You and ghost were paired up to do a mission, although it seemed tough, you and ghost knew you’d work through it like a power couple.

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• The second he saw your dead body his entire body just froze, he was absolutely shattered inside but he had bottled up his emotions for so long that nothing came out

• Not a tear, no sobbing, nothing. He just fell to his knees, defeated and destroyed.

• His love, his spouse, his everything. Ripped away from him. He shook you, “(y/n)..?” Nothing “(y/n) this isn’t funny…” still nothing.

• so.. it was true. You were actually gone, he held your body in his arms, embracing the smell of iron and and your cold body.

• The day of your funeral was when he really felt like he’d lost everything. Looking at your casket. He knew that he’d never be able to wake up beside you, hug you, kiss you, or make sweet love anymore.

• At work, he seemed more distant, he’d barely talked and did everything independently, no matter the cost.

• But no matter what, he still stayed, no matter how close he was to being poisoned by the amount of alcohol he’d drink in a day. He still stayed, all for you <3

König-

• While König was away getting groceries for a nice dinner you and him were going to have, a burglar had gotten into your house and killed you in cold blood.

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• “Liebe(love) !!! I’m back-“ before the tall male could even finish his sentence, he noticed how utterly disgusting the house had suddenly gotten.

• He knew he couldn’t have been you…

• His blood went cold.. he suddenly dropped everything in his hands, not caring that he dropped red wine onto the white kitchen floor.

• He ran into the living room to find you.. laying on your stomach on the floor, he had seen this exact scene so many times but it still somehow still surprised him.

• He ran to your aid, repeating “no” as he then flipped you over, his fears had finally come to life. You, were dead.

• He held you in his arms, he was in complete despair but still denied the fact you were gone. You couldn’t be gone.. right?

• After countless nights of the two of you spent together, this is how you’d leave him..?

• He was in uncontrollable sobs and was not able to let you go.

• But he grabbed his phone and made the call to the police..

• At your funeral, he was still in uncontrollable sobs, the pain he felt was like no other. No one could ever replace you in his life ever again.

• He’d lay in bed with a pillow beside him, pretending it was you, he just couldn’t accept the fact you were actually gone..

• He expected that you and him would live on and live prosperous lives together in each other’s embrace.

• Loving was a mistake for him.. and he’d never be able to love anyone or anything like he’d love you.

Soap-

• You and Johnny were having a walk together, looking around in the downtown until a shootout occurred. Unfortunately for you. You were one of the victims that died that day

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• Soap was in complete shock in what happened, everything just happened so fast he didn’t have any time to respond.

• He knelt by your side with his left hand dialing the police’s number.

• You sadly didn’t make it to the hospital.

• At your funeral. Soap was no longer him, he was so much more quieter and kept to himself.

• Ghost expressed his concern to his friend but he knew he couldn’t help him. No one could.

• But, like ghost. He stayed, no matter how tuff things got. He stayed. He wanted to make you proud even if you weren’t there with him to celebrate.

• He was happy you came into his life, and he’d never replace you no matter what.

Alejandro-

• While Alejandro was away, you were making a meal for when he came back. Until the cartel raided your house and killed you in the act. Alejandro came back home to a trashed house and a dead you in the kitchen.

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• He was in absolute pain, he cried holding your body in his arms. His beloved partner.. dead..

• He couldn’t believe this, he didn’t want to believe it.

• He prayed to god that this wasn’t true and that this was all just a terrible nightmare..

• Rodolfo had to pull him away from you, but Alejandro beat the shit out of him out of anger and sadness.

• After your funeral, Alejandro was completely different

• He was an alcoholic, he was angry every second of the day and couldn’t stand looking at himself in the mirror

• His condition was so bad, but no one could help him bc he didn’t want any help

• He just wanted you to come back to him, he wanted to feel your touch just one more time..

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This is was my actual first post I ever made on here tee hee:)

Also plot twist

It was all a dream ;O

#ghostmw2 #mw2 #gn reader #alejandro vargas #soap mactavish #könig mw2

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 109

Chapter 109: “Keep Going”

Once again loving the Oliver & Paula team up even if they’re simply keeping watch together while everyone else is trying to get some rest.

This is such a good moment for Emma. Yeah it hurts seeing how much she’s doubting herself and her choices along with all the fear and anxiety she’s feeling, but it makes her feel more real and human, ya know? She may have plot armor and a boundless amount of optimism like a majority of shonen protags typically have, but this is a great reminder of how she’s still just a thirteen year old kid trying to keep everything together and act like the leader her family needs her to be without falling apart due to all the stress and hardships of recent events. I know I compared this moment to Emma hating herself in s2ep5 once or twice before but that’s only because that moment was the closest thing we would ever get to seeing her doubts like this. Goes without saying but this moment is superior than that randomly added scene by far though. No doubt about it.

It is so ridiculously unfair to get her hopes (& ours) up like this.

I get how Emma’s quick thinking to step in is what managed to have the bullet graze Chris’ head rather than it deal a lethal head shot, but I still don’t understand how said graze was enough to put this child in a coma.. like by definition a simple graze shouldn’t cause that much damage or bleeding, much like Yuugo’s bullet that grazed Emma’s cheek when the escapees first arrived at the shelter, sooo what?

This is all a handful of my favorite Yuugo quotes honestly. He just seems so profound and inspiring. The part about “unfavorable results” and “continuing to strive anyway” makes me wanna believe Emma held onto these words specifically when she eventually creates the new promise and hears about the reward the demon god asks of her.

Ahh my heart is gonna break all over again, especially with that last head pat. Makes me wish we had a moment like this between Lucas and Oliver, or at least more detailed look of the flashback between them that we’re shown next chapter.

Don’t feel bad Emma, both bunker dads feel like a dream to us too with how the second season left us feeling.

I wish had more to say about Yuugo’s last flashback other than it being straight up depressing and making me somehow wonder now of all times if these WM pens have an endless battery life to function properly for so many years, but I’m so thankful the escapees showed up just moments before this man pulled the trigger on himself.

Honestly a bit relieved all this didn’t get animated because if simply reading his internal dialogue is enough to make my heart ache, then hearing him speak with such a soft, upsetting and regretful tone while some sad as hell soundtrack played over all his memories would’ve definitely made me sob.

Sseeing/hearing the aftermath of an explosion that took the lives of both your father figures is certainly not the best way to start your morning.

We’re not gonna talk about it took me a good year or so after first reading this chapter to realize that this dream of Yuugo’s actually gave Lucas both his arms and removed the scar off his face.

I need to join in on this hug too. This chapter makes me feel many emotions and none of them are good.

Favorite panel/moment:

Well, okay, of course there’s one good thing about the chapter I guess, but sorry to both Emma and Yuugo and all their precious moments, but this spot belongs to Ray. I love how Ray knows Emma’s not in the right state of mind to give orders or calm everyone down while she’s so concerned over Chris, so my boy steps into the leader role for the time being and everyone follows him without question. Honestly wish we got to see him in such a position more often.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[gralunaisland]

Gruvians saying juvia has had a "tremendous amount of growth since joining Fairy Tail" never fail to make me laugh. Happy had more character development than her. Also, they really should look up the definition of 'obsessive', because she literally embodies that word. Honestly there isn't much to her character, aside from lusting for Gray. I guess the main reason she's popular is because she's 'attractive'? I really don't see any other reason this kind of character would have such a massive fanbase.

Examples of juvia Lacking Character Growth, and Why People Might Like her

This is the oldest ask I have at the moment, so thank you very much for your patience, Anon, and I apologize that I haven't been able to answer this in a while!

I agree with you on all points! You made some great ones. I'll respond to each!

It's pretty hilarious that some Pro gr///vians truly believe that juvia is a much, if at all, better person now than who she was before. she seriously hasn't gotten any less obsessive over the years. If anything, I believe the more we see of her, the more she gets worse. Anyway, I could probably pick apart any instance of "character development" that a Pro might try to use as proof. Here's a couple:

juvia killing herself for Gray? Look no further than this post of mine where I explain this in more detail. she lacks utter agency and will to live outside of Gray, so her life is quite literally worthless to her if she doesn't have Gray, and therefore it's not her being selfless in taking her self-made-meaningless life when she didn't have a self in the first place.

juvia apologizing to Gray for killing the necromancer who controlled Gray's already dead dad? I've already picked apart how that was utter manipulation and disingenuousness on her part in many of my posts, so I'll summarize here:

First, juvia never actually apologizes (literally, go back and read the panels, she never ONCE said even something as simple as SORRY).

Second, juvia makes everything about herself by saying essentially "I don't deserve to love you anymore", as if this had ANYTHING to do with her "love" of Gray when in reality all it had to do with was her doing her FRICKING DUTY by KILLING THE ENEMY. What's more, she's sobbing in that scene not because of any sympathy for Gray losing his father again. she's literally only doing that because she feels she's somehow lost Gray's good graces, that by doing this she doesn't get to give her abusive love to Gray anymore, that she's somehow lost her nonexistent chance to be with him. This scene should not have been about her at all, and yet of course, she's only focusing on the one thing that is in her life, her obsession with Gray against his wishes.

Third, she also stalked him to Silver's grave. Gray didn't tell anyone about it, and yet of course she follows him without his permission or knowledge as per usual. To her, Gray has no right to privacy.

Fourth, her pseudo-apology (which again wasn't one) went right out the window (she literally starts blushing and stops crying and hugs him and says he's warm. Uh. Crocodile tears anyone? Clearly all she cares about is skin-ship with her Gray-sama. she didn't look the least bit concerned that he was crying) once Gray clasped her, breaking down into tears and apologizing to her. What did he do??? she's really broken him so badly that she manages to make her "uwu I'm so sad I don't get to uwu love you anymore" into the most heartbreaking heartfelt apology Gray's ever heard. That amount of emotional and psychological manipulation, even if not on purpose, is absolutely despicable. she's making him feel EVEN WORSE. Remember, Gray is at his father's grave, and she doesn't care. she invades his private time for grieving and centers everything on her abusive passion for him. And Gray is too screwed up to realize how awful of a human being she is for doing so. she's literally making her self-imposed guilt more important than his trauma and making it his problem. I cannot overstate how horrible that is. she doesn't feel bad for Gray grieving his dad or even crying right now in front of her whatsoever, because now that Gray's made it clear that he doesn't hold her accountable for killing the evil necromancer, she has no reason to feel sad anymore. she never once felt real guilt, she just mourned what she was losing. This is the same thing as a kid only apologizing to their mom for breaking a vase just so they can go to that birthday party they wanted to attend. her "apology" was a means to an end, and she absolutely obtained that end.

Fifth, and one of the most damning things against her in this scene, and that's saying a lot, juvia doesn't change her behavior at all after this pathetic excuse of an apology. Throughout the rest of the story, she continues her unwanted, extreme, intrusive behavior towards Gray. she doesn't change one darn thing about how she treats him. (And it continues all the way even through 100YQ [which of course I don't include in the FT canon, but Pros do, so I shall include it here], only from what I've seen, which thankfully isn't much, it may somehow be even worse). If she were really sorry, she would've decided to stop loving Gray regardless of if he forgave her. she didn't take any convincing that what she did was guiltless. I can't believe (but I can because it's juvia we're talking about here) that she wouldn't take any of the meager amount of time that she felt bad to self-reflect on how her actions have negatively affected Gray. Whom am I kidding, that would require character growth, and we all who aren't blind can tell that she's had absolutely none beyond leaving Phantom Lord, and even that was just because she had a crush on Gray, not because she wanted to apologize to FT or Lucy for all the egregious things she did to them.

If anyone has other instances they want me to break down, feel free to comment them or send me an ask! I don't want to make this impossibly long haha.

Anyway, onto your next point, Anon, as I sort of mentioned when linking my other post, I totally agree with you that "there isn't much to her character, aside from lusting for Gray". I would even go as far as to argue that there isn't anything to her character beyond her perverted tendencies towards him. Literally, if you strip Gray away from her theoretically, what is she? she has no hobbies, she basically has no friends whom she's gone out of her way to make and hang out with (because yes, Mashima made the stupid move of making all the girls in FT like her for literally zero reason because she's been hostile to most of them on the basis of Gray), she has no motivations or hopes and dreams. she is nothing without Gray. she is the definition of a "satellite character", a character written to only revolve around another one with no agency of their own. Don’t forget, she even began to adopt Gray’s habit (and perhaps trauma coping mechanism) of stripping. she lacks THAT much self that she begins to turn into the guy she likes. Wow. Disgusting.

Onto your last point, I think I'd agree with you, that a big reason why juvia is popular is just because people like how she looks. But she's the very typical slim-curvy woman with a huge chest and butt and giant eyes that Mashima loves to draw. There's nothing wrong with that body type, but it's not like she looks that different from anyone else in the show because of that, especially since she kept changing her looks to try to get Gray to like her and literally grew her hair out and stopped curling it to look more like Lucy, someone who is Gray's type canonically. she even starts to show more skin like the others, a far cry from the completely covered up Rain Woman. Perhaps they like her color scheme or her dead-fish eyes as well. I couldn't understand it myself, but to each their own really.

I personally thought that the biggest reason why people liked her was because they projected themselves onto her. juvia does what juvia wants, completely self-centered in every way, ignoring Gray's consent, and yet she still comes out on top, having secured poor Gray's affections by the time of 100YQ thanks to Mashima's poor writing. juvia acts however she wants towards other people, snarling and glaring and insulting other women in Gray's life to their faces just because of her inane jealousy, and yet she somehow ends up every single girl’s friend. juvia acts insane and delusional and has only eyes for one man, and yet she gets other people to hit on her all the time, most notably Lyon.

Who wouldn't want to act completely selfishly like juvia does and still gain everything you desire? Who wouldn't want to ignore everyone else's needs and wants and only care about yourself and still get all the attention and all the power and all the love and all the friends and all your dreams come true?

Sounds like such an easy, fun life, huh? But it's a totally self-absorbed and awful way to live, and it's exactly how juvia lives.

My guess is that people use her as a self-insert character and root for her in their own stead, but I think that's very subconscious, and most wouldn't admit to that. Otherwise, I would really love to see how people justify her behavior as laudable, but then again, I have seen those attempts, and none of them have made any real logical sense to me.

All in all, thank you so much for your patience and for sending this ask! I hope I answered it properly, and I appreciate you waiting so long!

#i reiterate a lot of things ive said in my blog before here #but i think it was good to consolidate some of these opinions and observations of mine #askgraluna #anti gruvia #anti juvia #ask #anti juvia lockser #anti juvia loxar #fairy tail #defend gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster #anti gray x juvia #pro gray fullbuster #satellite character #anime #anti mashima #anti hiro mashima #fairy tail discourse #fairy tail discussion #fairytail #anti gray fullbuster x juvia lockser #gralunaessay

[jeronicascene-finder]

Jeronica Season Six Scenes (Real)

6x01

("Exhausting, aren't they?")

Time-Stamps; 2:03 - 2:09

(Whatcha' Looking at Jughead?)

Time-Stamps; 9:50 - 9:56

(I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before)

Time-Stamps; 32:11 - 32:55

(Look at the Height Difference! I'm Screaming!)

Time-Stamps; 34:16 - 34:29

(I'm Sobbing into My Roach Infested Marshmallow Rainbows)

Time-Stamps; 35:44 - 35:47

6x03

(Jughead, Your Crush is Showing)

Time-Stamps; 41:06 - 41:46

6x05

(The Man Was Too Stunned to Speak)

Time-Stamps; 2:37 - 2:55

(Veronica Forgets She Has a Boyfriend pt. 1)

Time-Stamps; 4:41 - 4:58

(The Eye-Contact That Was So Intense that Veronica had to Hook Up with Two Reggies to Deal With It)

Time-Stamps; 11:11 - 11:54

(I Just Think They're Neat)

Time-Stamps; 22:04 - 23:02

(My Boy Didn't Even Have to Think)

Time-Stamps; 27:56 - 27:59

(A Jeronica Conversation? In This Economy??)

Time-Stamps; 28:13 - 29:23

(...Is That...What I Think It Is?????)

Time-Stamps; 29:33 - 29:37

("...and the luckiest red-headed boy in the universe.")

Time-Stamps; 34:18 - 34:35

(Jughead Forgets His Girlfriend pt. 13)

Time-Stamps; 39:19 - 39:56

6x08

(I'm Frankly a Little Ashamed of This One Guys)

Time-Stamps; 16:23 - 16:24

(Ummm, That's Not Percival You're Staring at Jughead)

Time-Stamps; 36:18 - 36:27

(Percival Is a Jeronica Shipper Confirmed)

Time-Stamps; 41:20 - 41:27

6x09

(The Other Two Might as Well Not Be There)

Time-Stamps; 9:31 - 10:27

6x13

(One Can't Help Put Wonder What Thoughts Jughead Might Be Hearing From Veronica's Head)

Time-Stamps; 9:43 - 11:12

(It's the Yearning Gazes for Me)

Time-Stamps; 24:47 - 26:28

(The Costume Department Strikes Again)

Time-Stamps; 37:21 - 38:01

(His Girlfriend Isn't Even In the Scene and Yet; Jughead Forgets His Girlfriend pt. 14)

Time-Stamps; 38:04 - 38:46

(Something Something...Darkness to Archie and Betty's Light...Something Something...Silhouettes...Something Something...Neither One Burning Their Totems...)

Time-Stamps; 39:22 - 40:07

(Height Difference Makes a Nostalgic Appearance)

Time-Stamps; 40:26 - 40:31

6x15

(The...With A...I Just...They...)

Time-Stamps; 5:48 - 6:40

(I Think Jughead Should Be Blessing His Lucky Stars that Veronica Can't Read Minds)

Time-Stamps; 14:48 - 15:46

(There Is No Platonic Explanation For Any of This)

Time-Stamps; 21:59 - 22:55

(My Morally-Grey Babies Off To Destroy People!)

Time-Stamps; 32:20 - 33:56

6x16

(I Live Here Now)

Time-Stamps; 14:35 - 15:09

(I'm Not Saying Veronica Wants to Jump His Bones, but I'm Not Not Saying It Either)

Time-Stamps; 26:43 - 26:59

(The Unbearable Terror of Being Truly Seen)

Time-Stamps; 27:36 - 28:15

(A Completely Platonic Amount of Concern)

Time-Stamps; 28:23 - 28:55

6x19

(Even With Someone Else In His Body He Can't Keep Away)

Time-Stamps; 14:43 - 16:12

(In My Head and Heart Veronica Goes To  Jughead)

Time-Stamps; 16:50 - 17:56

(I Spy Wasted Potential)

Time-Stamps; 18:51 - 20:26

6x20

(Jughead Forgets His Girlfriend pt. 15)

Time-Stamps; 00:09 - 01:39

(Even on Paper Jughead Can't Stop Staring)

Time-Stamps; 18:01 - 18:50

(He Was Not, In Fact, Watching Mr. Cypher)

Time-Stamps; 31:46 - 32:17

(Veronica Almost Snapping Her Neck Because Jughead Came In Is a Reason For Me to Live)

Time-Stamps; 38:52 -  39:17

(WHAT WAS THE REASON?!)

Time-Stamp's; 40:25 - 41:51

6x21

(Smol Wife, Angsty Husband)

Time-Stamps; 4:48 - 5:56

(They Just...I...)

Time-Stamps; 9:58 - 11:15

(Whatcha Lookin' at Jug?)

Time-Stamps; 28:13 - 29:12

(Doesn't Percy Know that You Don't Mess With Jughead's Girl and Get Away With It?)

Time-Stamps; 31:50 - 32:15

(Veronica Being In the Most Eye-Catching Color - I See You Costume Department, I See You)

Time-Stamps; 35:21 - 36:22

(Perhaps I Cried Over This Look)

Time-Stamps; 37:33 - 38:03

(Something, Something, Background Characters)

Time-Stamps; 41:34 - 41:36

6x22

(The Director Said Cut but Cole Heard Eye-Contact or Bust)

Time-Stamps; 00:00 - 1:36

(So Close, Yet So Far)

Time-Stamps; 7:47 - 8:58

(She Could've Just Asked to Hold Jughead's Hand But...This Works Too I Guess)

Time-Stamps; 30:25 - 32:36

(We Love A Worried Stare)

Time-Stamps; 32:36 - 33:04

(Scared and Horny for the Forth Time)

Time-Stamps; 33:37 - 34:44

#jeronica #riverdale #jeronicascene-finder #vughead #jeronica scenefinder

[space-kitten-606]

About Cakes And Mains

Holding his bag close to his side, Yoosung ran across the road. Stupid bus being late again, just because the driver valued his break over being on time for the people who relied on him getting to where they need to be in time. Yoosung would never be this selfish…unless…what if something happened just before? Maybe he hit a squirrel or someone’s pet? 

As his mind kept circling around this, he finally reached the coffeeshop he agreed to meet Seven at. It was fairly new around here, but their cakes already had a great reputation, so the two really wanted to try them for themselves.

A little jingle announced the student’s arrival to the employees and other patrons, the first of which immediately flashed him welcoming smiles. 

From a table a bit further in the back, he saw a familiar jacket, the owner of which was waving him over with a wide grin.

“You really kept my waiting Yoosungie ~”, Seven cooed, as the blonde sat down across from him.

“I sent you a message. The bus was late- “

Seven scoffed. “Right. All excuses….you asked me to come here to break up with me….didn’t you?”

A fake sob shook him as he buried his face in his hands, skewing his glasses in the process. 

Nervous, Yoosung looked around, hoping no one was consciously witnessing this scene and secretely condemning him for being so cruel in public.

“Stop that!”, he hissed, “We’re not dating! If you keep this up, people will be looking….”

His concerns were interrupted by Seven’s loud laughter. Now the attention of the people around was most definetely on them.

“I really wish I could put HD cameras in my eyes! That look on your face is priceless!!”

A defeated sigh fell over the student’s lips. “You’re so mean.”

Upon seeing him pout, the other gave him a halfhearted apology, waving his concerns off and prepared to order. 

The menu was incredibly huge, with detailed descriptions and perfectly calculated pictures, making every drink and food look equally delicious. Yoosung’s mouth watered at the entries. Everytime he thought he had found one that he definetely wanted to choose, another one piqued his interest, leading him to ramble about how impossible it was to decide what to pick. 

Seven glanced at his friend over the edge of the menu he was holding in his hands.

“What if we order all of them?”

For a split second, Yoosung pulled a blank. It could easily be one of Seven’s silly jokes, but he had delivered the question with such earnesty, it was hard to tell. He glanced at the prices on the menu. 

“We can’t afford that.”

Seven shrugged. “We could just make them send the bill to Jumin ~”

To their, or at least Yoosung’s relief, as he really didn’t want to anger Jumin with such a bill being delivered into his office, they found a plate that would be filled with small bites for them to test most of the cakes that were offered. 

Soon, a good amount of cakes had disappeared into their respective bellies. While they were delicious indeed, confirming the rumors that were floating around all over the city, they were also feeling quite heavy in their stomachs and making them lean back deeply into their seats. Still, Yoosung thought this heavy feeling was worth it, as it was the most delicious cake he had ever tasted in his life. 

With the prices of them being so high however, he started contemplating if he could replicate those cakes somehow. Maybe if he asked Jaehee-

“So…Genshin Impact, huh?” 

The sudden breaking of the silence by the hacker had interrupted his train of thought, catching him off guard. As he was trying to find out what Seven wanted to achieve with his conversation starter, a look of pure confusion settled on his features.

“I saw you were playing it on discord. You have been playing for quite some time actually. And not once have you asked for my UID….”

“Maybe I just don’t want to play with you”, Yoosung deadpanned. 

Seven let out a dramatic whimper at that, making the people around them look over to their table once again. 

Ashamed of his friend’s antics, Yoosung hid his face in his hands. 

“Anyway!”, he switched his tune eerily quickly, only resulting in making his antics feel all the more jarring “Who’s your favourite - the best character in the game to you?”

Yoosung immediately noticed the mischievous twinkle in his friend’s eye, but decided to try and ignore it. If only for his own sanity.

Still, he tried to think closely about what he was going to say. One wrong word and Seven would tease him about it forever. 

“My strongest unit is Ayaka…”

He was immediately silenced by a suppressed giggle.

“What’s so funny about that?! She’s one of the most popular and best five stars in the entire roster! …..plus I didn’t get very lucky with five stars in the first place, so it’s not like I have many strong and versatile characters to choose from….”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just think that it suits you that you would prefer the person out of all the characters introduced so far that is the biggest simp for the traveler….I bet you named Aether after yourself too, didn’t you, Yoosungie  ~”

Feeling the blood rushing to his face - he didn’t know if it was due to anger or sheer embarrassment - Yoosung puffed up his cheeks. 

Yes, he really wanted a girlfriend and Ayaka was so pretty and cute that sometimes he would think about being with her, but that was not why he mained her! It was because she was so strong and could be used in many teams! Well. She was very pretty too though…..

“You’re only making fun of me because you’re a Hu Tao main for sure.”

“No.”

Yoosung was stumped for a moment. “No, that’s not why you’re making fun of me or No, you’re not a Hu Tao main?”

“Both.”

“Hmm….Childe then.”

“I do have him…but he is…well…nah.”

Seven’s answer made him squint. It was oddly avoidant for his usually so cocky friend, which made it feel incredibly off to him. Still, it seemed genuine enough and he didn’t want to pry.

“Raiden Shogun! No- Yae! Yes, you just have to be a Yae Miko main!”

The hacker pursed his lips and a feeling of triumph washed over Yoosung. Bingo!

“She’s in my team quite often, yeah. But I wouldn’t say she’s my main.”

Damn! Who would someone like Seven main….? Yoosung sighed. There was no one like Seven, so that train of thought wouldn’t go anywhere anyway. Except….

“DIONA!!”

“Good guess. But no.”

“...I don’t believe you, but fine. If it’s not Diona, it’s gotta be Rosaria.”

Grinning, Seven shook his head. “Nope. Though Rosaria is a part of my main team, so not too far off I guess.” 

He raised a brow, challenging Yoosung to continue guessing. To his obvious dismay however, the student was tired of this game. 

“I can’t believe you couldn’t guess it. It’s so obvious.” 

Along with and exasperated sigh, Yoosung rolled his eyes. “ Just tell me…”

All traces of playful mockery left his friend’s face in an instant, scaring him a little. He hated it when Seven did that. Something the other was surely aware of in his own mind. 

“Critkomi.”

“What.”

“I. Main. Critkomi.” 

Yoosung stared at him for a bit, before letting out an annoyed sigh and a small laugh.

“Very funny. Do you think I don’t know that it’s just a meme build? If you gotta mess with me, you could at least give it a little bit more effort.”

As he unloaded his thoughts on the implausibleness onto his friend, his features did not change for a second. Not a grin, not a small twitch from the corner of his lips or a twinkle in his eye. Nothing. 

But he had experience with that, right? He was just acting, right? He had to be. 

“I don’t blame you for being so simple minded…”, he ended his silence, making the student roll his eyes once more. His dramatics were really something Yoosung would never get used to. “But have you seen my Critkomi? I believe not, since you simply didn’t ask to play with me. Otherwise, you would be blown away by what I can do.”

“You hacked the game, didn’t you? I could report you to the developer for that, you know.”

“Nope. All hard work, intense farming for the perfect artifacts and weapon. Just like in LoLoL, I am just too advanced of a player for you to get on my level”, he announced proudly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“You know….you’re really annoying when you’re boasting about your gaming achievements like that. If you didn’t hack, you pumped a shitload of money into the game.”

“Just earlier you implied that I didn’t have enough money to buy all the cakes here and now I suddenly have enough to put into top ups? Almost sounds like you’re changing your opinion on whatever serves you better.”

Yoosung’s eyes widened in terror. “N-no! That’s not true. At least that’s not what I meant it’s just-”

His panicked apology was cut short as he noticed the cheeky grin on his friend’s face growing wider the longer he stumbled over his words. Almost as quickly as it hit him, the anxiety left his body again.

“I hate it when you do that, you know.”

“Oh yeah. I do know. It’s just too funny for me to stop”, he laughed, holding his stomach as he did so. 

“Alright. Fine. Tonight we play together, and you show me your Critkomi. But if she does not work the way you claim she does, you will stop bullying me all the time, deal?”

“No promises, but okay, I’m in.”

“You mean Critkomi working…right?”

Seven smiled at him, his golden eyes keeping unsettling contact with his lavender ones.

“.....right?” 

This was a fic commissioned by frizzkitty! Thank you so much for your support and endless patience ~

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger yoosung kim #my writing #commission

[drowninginthoughts27]

Heyyy!!! Okay so I kinda took a bit of a turn in the opposite direction (same ending just different major plot point) with ttwns cause I like what I have now a lot better. It left me with this deleted scene and I didn’t want to put it to waste so here it is. :)

I’m gonna put it below the cut cause it’s 644 words.

CW: alcohol

Its not even half past three in the morning when James’ phone starts violently dinging. Notifications going off like crazy. 

He’s in the middle of tying his shoes, the music thats blaring through his AirPods getting interrupted by the constant flow of alerts. It’s odd to have his phone be this active this time in the morning. If he’s being honest its a bit concerning. Nobody else he knows is typically up at this hour. The only reason he is even awake is due to of his inability to sleep.

Reaching at for his phone thats been placed haphazardly on his kitchen counter as it starts to ring. He immediately recognizes the ringtone, one that he had set just for this specific person. The sound of it forcing memories up that he told himself he would suppress. It no use though. Its not like he wants to forget, even if its better for him. 

His finger hovers over the answer button, hand trembling slightly. Nervous with the anticipation of what could come next.

Regulus’ loud surroundings are immediately audible. Sounds of heavy bass and screaming people flood through the phone speaker.

“JaAmiEe,” Regulus slurs. “You answered!”  

The sound of the voice immediately goes to his head, filling him with warmth. The warmth immediately being dampened by concern. “Regulus?” He starts to answer but the other man cuts him off.

“I-I didn’t think you would answer. Why’d you answer? Did you miss me?” The other boy shouts in the phone, almost whispering thee last part though. “Come and get me?” He asks, his voice dripping sweet with the unknown amount of liquor he’s consumed. 

“Regulus where even are you?” James asks, struggling to keep his voice calm. Its threatening to waver, let out a sob even. 

“So does that mean you come and get me?” Regulus shouts again.

The way James it looking at it he doesn’t see another option, he could call Sirius or even Peter or Remus, or maybe one of Regulus’ friends if their not already with him. But if he’s being honest he doesn’t really want to do that. 

Sighing James responds, “Yes Regulus, I’ll come get you, send your location.” 

Regulus lets out a sound that can only be described as a high pitched squeal as he presumably sends James his location. 

When James receives the text he lets out an exasperated sigh. Just great he as a club they used to frequent together; The Leaky Cauldron. 

James does end up running that night, only to a random club instead of around his neighborhood.

Arriving at the entrance he looks around, finding Regulus sitting at against the wall phone in hand. 

Sucking a breath in James takes a step towards him. 

“Regulus?” He says. 

“Jaaames!” The other boy beams back, immediately craning his neck upwards to look at him. 

Helping the boy to his feet they start the grueling journey to Regulus’ apartment. 

Regulus leans a majority of his body weight onto James, resting his head on James’ shoulder. 

“This isn’t the way home,” Regulus speaks up after a they round the corner away from the club entrance. “That is,” he says pointing in the general direction of the way to James’ apartment. 

“Regulus, unless you moved yes it is.” 

“No I want to go home, to your home!” He wines, nestling deeper into James’ shoulder, hair now directly under James’ nose.

And as much as it pains James to say these words he does, “Regulus thats not your home.” Voice cracking a bit as he speaks. 

“Oh,” Regulus whispers. “I wish it still was,” he mumbles, muffled my James’ shoulder. 

The rest of the walk to Regulus’ apartment is relatively silent. It isn’t a long walk, not even a mile but about two thirds of the way there James ends up carrying Regulus the rest of the way. 

#it’s unedited #and kinda boring ngl #but it’s a sorry for how long I take in between updates #fic: the things we never said #em’s fics

[maddies-chronicles]

I love your mcs! Next question: do you have anything written for their stories you want to share like a sneak peak,,, if not then wanna spoil a big emotional moment they have? I like spoilers

(i got a little excited answering this ask i'm so sorry in advance)

also sorry in advance for the many, many tws and cws i did NOT realise how dark my writing was???

YES what if i just start posting random scenes for you guys. what if i did that. okay i would love to post the entire first chapter but it turns out i didn't finish that sooooo have spoily spoiler instead... unfortunately it does not hit as hard without the context of the rest of the story, so i'll give a bit of contextualization first

morgan (they/them) has spent almost their entire life with only like... two friends, and one of then had been their sister, jill (she/her). jill is in the same year, so morgan, jill, and their mutual best friend mateo (he/him) have pretty much grown up together. during grades 1-5 (ages 5ish to 11ish for all my non-north american friends) morgan makes a friend named joel (he/him). they're close for a bit, but then in fifth grade some stuff changes and eventually they're not even on speaking terms anymore. coincidentally, jayden moved to the school and befriended joel around the same time. consequently, morgan blames him for "stealing" joel.

around 9th grade morgan realises that mateo is lowkey abusing/grooming and isolating them from all of their peers, so they cut ties with him. their sister does not, which they are understandably resentful over.

(also side tangents but i'm gonna put tws in the foreword of my books... i think everyone should do that tbh. it would make consuming content a lot more accesible imo. this has nothing to do with the ask i just thought of that while i was tagging)

anyway, up until this scene, morgan was under the impression that jayden had gang-raped someone with his entire friend group. this turns out to be something mateo made up about jayden to get morgan to stay away from him.

don't lie about rape kids. i absolutely should not have to be the one to tell you that. but i will. because apparently some people just fuck around and do it anyway (not to get personally upset online but like i said... an unfortunate amount of these events were real things that happened to or around me as a child.)

okay here's the actual scene 💀:

“I don’t understand what I did to you!” I shouted. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes and the only thought it my head was God, this is so fucking embarrassing. “And- and I keep trying to make it better, but you won’t let me! And that would be fine if I at least knew what I was being fucking shunned for-”

“How could you possibly not know?” they demanded angrily. “Everyone knew! Mateo told me-!”

And then they stopped. Their eyes glazed over. Tears gathered at the corners of their eyes, and they started laughing.

Laughing.

“Ha. Haha. Hahaha.”

It started slow at first, but then they just kept laughing until they were in full-out hysterics, laughing and crying. Their knees buckled, and suddenly they were sitting on the ground, right in the goddamn snowbank. I hated them for a minute, because I was supposed to be angry, but all I could feel in that moment was concern.

“What?” I demanded, legitimately scared. “What did Mateo tell you I did?”

They had both hands over their mouth, either to keep from sobbing or to stop laughing. I think they were scaring themself as much as they were scaring me. Then, they said something I’ll never forget.

“It doesn’t matter. Not a word he ever said was true.”

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[callofthxvoid]

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

TW: death, blood, gore

Dahlia was going into the last hours of her night shift, the early morning light pouring through the station windows, when the phone rang. It wasn’t the first time that she had answered a call from someone reporting that a door had been found wide open. It probably wouldn’t be the last. But as she talked to the concerned neighbour on the other end, jotting down the pertinent details and waving her co-captain over to get the ambulance ready, she felt a cold chill run through her entire body when she was told which house it was.

No. No, it couldn’t be. She had literally talked to Evora last night, a few casual messages exchanged as she was clocking in for her shift, and her friend was leaving the Huntsville Daily. They were meant to be having drinks later. And besides, Evora would never, ever forget to lock the door behind them.

She simply wouldn’t.

Hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath before turning toward Phoenix. “I should be fine,” she reassured him, drawing from the years of experience she had learning how to compartmentalise her feelings in order to do her job. Dahlia, for all of her rational levelheadedness, did not actually enjoy being cool and collected and detached from her emotions, but being a paramedic meant that she had to be. Her job meant frequently sitting with people in the last moments of their life. It meant meeting their loved ones on the worst day of theirs.

Today, she was both a paramedic and a loved one. Today, more than ever, she had to keep it together.

“I should be fine,” the paramedic captain repeated as she climbed into the passager seat of the ambulance, letting Phoenix drive so that she could spend the journey mentally and emotionally steeling herself. She took another deep breath as they pulled out of the station and began driving toward Evora’s house. “But I appreciate the backup. And the moral support.”

It was never easy stepping into the scene of a potential massacre. But as she braced herself for what was to come, Dahlia discovered that it was much harder to bring herself to walk inside when she knew that what she might be walking in on was the gruesome death of one of her friends. Or rather, she tried to brace herself for what was to come, but no amount of experience dealing with death could have prepared her for what this would feel like.

She had never actually lost someone close to her before.

As soon as Dahlia stepped into the living room, seeing the bodies of Evora and her roommate on the floor with both of their ribcages ripped open and several organs missing, she immediately gasped and turned around. Covering her mouth, she took a moment to choke down a sob before rapidly blinking away the tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes. After a few deep breaths, she pulled herself together as best as she could before turning back around, reaching for her radio as she stepped closer. “Sheriff Browne, Deputy Sheriff Alson, this is Paramedic Captain Cruz-Dutton,” she started, staring at Evora’s lifeless face as she spoke. “We’ve got two bodies here. Door was wide open when we arrived. At first glance, it looks like the monsters got them, but…”

When she was finally able to tear her gaze from her friend, Dahlia turned her head to carefully study the scene around them, her eyebrows furrowing when she discovered the discrepancies between what she had experienced in the past and what she was seeing now. “Something feels off. I don’t know what it is, but it's too… Clean. There isn’t nearly enough blood splatter. Or blood in general. The bodies...” She paused to collect herself. “The bodies are too... Too neat. It almost looks staged to me. But I'll wait to confer with the officers when they arrive on the scene.”

After she called it in, the rest of the morning passed by in a blur. It was as if Dahlia was operating on autopilot. She could remember helping Phoenix brief in the people from the Sheriff’s Office when they arrived, she could remember supervising the bodies as they were moved into the ambulance for transportation; she could even remember hearing Phoenix speaking to Jay, asking her to pick up the twins, and then to DJ, asking him to come over. But it didn’t quite feel like it was her. She was already watching the ambulance drive away toward the funeral home when she realised that she had escalated from compartmentalisation into full disassociation.

Excusing herself from the scene, she found herself taking deeper and deeper breaths as she walked down the street, steadily picking up the pace until she was practically sprinting. Rounding the corner, Dahlia leaned against the wall and let out a painful, strangled sob before covering her face. Sinking down into a pile on the sidewalk, she finally allowed herself to cry as the grief that she had been keeping at bay all morning came pouring out of her.

I’m sorry, Evora. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.

#sp: dahlia #dahlia: phoenix #dahlia: evora #[ YEAH I'M GONNA TAG THE DEAD MUSE ACTUALLY ]