#I'm tired and kind of angry and just so over this attitude everyone has

[d3wdropz]

Headcanons: Being the Fourth First Year at Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech

a/n: coming back strong with a fun little post- i'm a manga reader so i need some joy in this media!

Synopsis: what it's like being one of the first years in Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech

Content Warning: none, really! some swearing and canon typical violence- nothing descriptive

gender neutral! reader

Thank you @saradika for this great divider!

Meeting Them:

✿𝅼 - You had a later start to the year, arriving just a few days after Nobara

✿𝅼 - Whether you had previous knowledge of the Jujutsu world or not didn't matter- you were definitely not prepared for the chaos you stepped into

✿𝅼 - A tall guy in a blind fold- who you later found out was your teacher and the strongest sorcerer, Satoru Gojo- was happily waving you over

✿𝅼 - That alone wouldn't bother you, if it wasn't for the black-haired boy he was holding by the collar. The kid looked tired and about ready to go home

✿𝅼 - Gojo welcomed you and introduced you to the boy he was holding as Megumi, telling you to not mind his "gloomy attitude"

✿𝅼 - It was going great, Gojo was recommending all kinds of cafes and bakeries near by. Megumi was checking his phone, offering quick responses when needed

✿𝅼 - The calm was broken by loud bickering. When you looked over Gojo's shoulder (which was kind of hard with his height) you watched an angry girl stomp her way over. The closer she got the better you could see that she was knocking her fist against a pink-haired guy's head- something about letting her shopping bags drag on the ground

✿𝅼 - The guy was yelling back at a lower volume, trying to stop her from hitting him more. It was a strange site, but what really stuck out to you was the tell-tale buttons on their uniforms

✿𝅼 - These maniacs were going to be your new classmates

✿𝅼 - After the initial meetings and getting settled into your new room, you were sent out on your first mission. It was just going to be you, so it was nothing more than a few grade fours- maybe grade three at worst

✿𝅼 - The location was an abandoned lake on the country side, and to make sure all went well the other first years tagged along

✿𝅼 - Nobara wasn't happy to be stuck in some swamp and made sure everyone was aware; Yuji had wondered off a few times when he saw cool looking bugs and frogs; Megumi, thankfully, was a big help and guided you on what to expect

✿𝅼 - At some point you broke off from the group, following the trail of cursed energy to the other side of the lake. It was a good distance, and with a sudden fog that rolled in you were basically on your own

✿𝅼 - Unsurprisingly, things didn't go as planned and somehow a semi-grade 2 curse had snuck its way into the area

✿𝅼 - Of course, you're a boss and handled yourself. When you made your way back over, exhausted and beat-up, Yuji and Megumi ran to help you- Nobara called in Ijichi to come pick you all up as she pulled bandages from her bag

✿𝅼 - While the bruises and cuts stung, it was a very good bonding experience! Nobara's bandages were really cute (she let you pick which color and design to make you feel better), and Yuji carried you everywhere for the rest of the day

✿𝅼 - Thank god for Megumi, he was the one talking to Shoko, getting you water, and checking in on you

✿𝅼 - They were all still chaotic, sharing one brain cell when they were together- but they were your idiots who made you feel like family

General HC:

✿𝅼 - If you identify as female/ use she/her/they pronouns, expect Nobara to kind of kidnap you a lot. She's a girl's girl and will back you up constantly, taking you shopping with her and building up your confidence.

✿𝅼 - Continuing the previous head canon, she will drag you away from Megumi and Yuji if they're annoying her while saying something like "y/n and I are leaving before you infect us with your stupid"

✿𝅼 - If you identify as male/ use he/him/they, Yuji is going to constantly be in your space- this boy has no sense of personal bubbles and you can tell. He's definitely the type to joke around- like he for sure jokingly flirts with you

✿𝅼 - Yuji has said the lines: is it gay to kiss my bro morning, noon, and night? no- it's called being a supportive friend!

✿𝅼 - Doesn't matter what gender you are to Megumi- he just hopes you'll help him wrangle the others in (he is so tired)

✿𝅼 - I don't care if you have the biggest brain in the world, it's useless when you're all together

✿𝅼 - It's so much worse when Gojo's there too- like he feeds into the bullshit

✿𝅼 - like you all would be cleaning out the dorm fridge and Yuji would see a jar that's THREE FULL YEARS EXPIRED and go "bet you guys ten bucks I could eat this and keep it down"

✿𝅼 - You're already pulling out a ten, "I know you're a pit, Yuji, but even this is too much- I'm betting against you"

✿𝅼 - Nobara is slamming down a ten before you can even finish, "Y/N'S RIGHT! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN HANDLE THAT"

✿𝅼 - Megumi isn't putting any money down, just grumbling and readying a trash can for if Yuji up-chucks

✿𝅼 - Just as Yuji grabs a spoon and is scooping up some of the nasty smelling gunk, Gojo's hand grabs his wrist. None of you are too shocked, your teacher pops in and out whenever he pleases

✿𝅼 - "Now Yuji," Gojo's got a serious expression on as he continues, "I can't let you do this... without giving you some advice!" and he goes right back to being a child "You should eat it in one go so you don't have the chance to regret it!"

✿𝅼 - After letting Yuji go Gojo slides a twenty onto the table, "Double on him keeping it down"

✿𝅼 - Yuji was, in fact, able to keep it down- too bad for you, losing a ten

✿𝅼 - During missions, you all tag along together even if there's only one person assigned. It's great support! Also none of you have gotten horribly injured because of this new system!

✿𝅼 - I feel like at some point you will interact with Sukuna in some way- and that curse does NOT like you

✿𝅼 - To Sukuna, you're not Megumi so that makes you boring. If you happen to have an interesting technique, he'll mess with you a bit if he ever takes control then beat the shit out of you

✿𝅼 - Also, movie nights are a must! Yuji usually doesn't host them after Nobara whacked him over his posters. So you, Megumi, and Nobara switch up who's room is used

✿𝅼 - Yuji always picks the movies and they're always good, somehow they appeal to all of you. Also the amount of snacks is shocking, but they never go to waste!

✿𝅼 - Every movie night you guys fall asleep on each other. Yuji is a literal furnace so all of you end up piling on him when it's cold- or trying to get out of his koala grip during hot nights

wasn't sure how to end this so...

either way i might do this more, writing these were fun!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

ive been vegan for about 3.5 years, but not everyone in my community is. I'm also a talented cook. i was asked to cook dinner for 8 people, which I was happy to do, I like cooking, I'm good at it. I clarified that if I was cooking the dinner, it would be a vegan meal, I don't cook with animal products, and asked if they were fine with that; everyone in the conversation said that was fine.

So I made a big ol' 12-inch shepherd's pie; it took me like 2-3 hours because i did the whole shebang, i made homemade gravy, boiled and mashed the taters by hand, and seasoned and slow cooked the tvp filling in a cast iron pan to try and give it a really authentic vibe despite not having animal meat in it.

one of the people i was feeding found out late in the process that there wouldn't be animal products in the food and got kind of fussy with me about it, started walking back into the kitchen to start arguments about veganism, which i kept just shutting down out of hand with statements like "i'm busy cooking, please stay out of the kitchen if you're not helping" and "i don't want to argue about this right now," I just didn't engage with them. I don't like arguing. They were pretty persistent and at one point i had to set a hard boundary with "I do not like arguing. if you keep coming back here to pick fights with me I'm just going to leave." fortunately they didn't live at that house, so we were both guests, and the hosts (who invited me over to cook dinner for them) asked them to stop bothering me.

so the pie is done and cooling, people think it smells good, they're asking how long it has to cool before we can eat it. the person in question then starts rifling through the fridge looking for something, can't find it, and then asks one of the hosts if they can borrow a car to go to the store and get some "real food" to add to the pie, I asked what they meant and they said they wanted to put some sliced ham and shredded cheese on it. It was at this point that I got pretty angry with them, i don't remember everything i said but the main thing i said were "i didn't cook you a gourmet meal for 3 fucking hours for you to put a slimy piece of grocery store ham on it, if you don't want to eat it like i made it then I won't give you any!"

So, they objected to my tone, and to the way i was policing how they ate food, and that i was forcing them to eat vegan. i objected to their general vibe and aggressiveness toward me, and I was offended as a chef that they wanted to add sliced grocery store ham and shitty shredded cheese to my fully homemade gourmet food, but I was also definitely annoyed as a vegan that they wouldn't even try it without adding meat to it. I didn't really feel like their objections to my tone and attitude were justified because this person had spent a good chunk of the evening going out of their way to start shit with me, and I had clearly lost my patience by the end of it, they didn't feel like I was justified in threatening to withhold dinner from them under any circumstances, as I had not paid for the ingredients (the hosts did) and it was not my home (it wasn't theirs either).

ok so, i feel like up until now i pretty clearly wasn't acting thaaaaat out of pocket, i think i could have been nicer but i mean... i was pretty angry and tired at this point. The reason im asking if i was the asshole is because, this person also cited withholding dinner as an abuse tactic that bad parents use and tried to paint me like an abuser, saying this was the same shit their parents would do to them growing up that gave them an eating disorder. I didn't know any of that, hadn't really considered that i could be triggering someone in this way. But also, I'm not this person's parents, and they were being pretty rude to me all night. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[crownmemes]

Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 9

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Stop staring at me like I'm a dog biscuit!"

"It rather sounds as though you're asking me to leave."

"You two bring out the worst in each other."

"Are you accusing me of something?"

"I am a tolerant man, but my patience has its limits."

"Is this going to happen every damn time?"

"I don't appreciate your attitude."

"I'm sorry, but your agitation tires me greatly."

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever seen!"

"If you know what's good for you, you will go home."

"Don't turn your back on me!"

"Would you be doing all this if I was a man?"

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Are you going to let me in on whatever the hell is going on here?"

"Are you being facetious?"

"I've had just about enough of your insults!"

"Oh, stop your incessant moping!"

"I'm not sure that was the best way to handle that situation."

"Don't you dare try to deny it. Not to me."

"Do you always have to have the last word?"

"It's time for you to learn how to mind your own business."

"I do not like to be looked at."

"Are you trying to get me killed?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I've had it with your drama, so do me a favour and get the fuck out of my sight!"

"I doubt you're ever sorry for anything."

"Am I going to have to stand here all afternoon?"

"What happened? Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"Do what you want. It's nothing to do with me."

"One day, you'll get a sense of humour."

"Do not play games with me."

"I cannot tolerate people who do not play by the rules."

"I think we're at the point where it would be healthier for everyone if you got whatever was bothering you out in the open."

"Where does this attitude of general unpleasantness come from?"

"Sometimes making up for things only makes it worse."

"You seem to be under the impression that I am a particular kind of woman, and I assure you that I am not."

"Do you have a judgement about that you'd like to express?"

"Can't you ever say anything nice?"

"As usual, you're overreacting."

"You may fool others, but you can't pull the wool over these eyes."

[cicaklah]

star trek picard episodes 1-3 thots

THE THOTS ARE BACK

So this post directly follows on from the angry freakout I had earlier this week where I live incepted myself into watching picard season 3 ride or die, because sometimes you've just got to go down to the highway and watch the car crash in person.

also, I reminded myself that I dont care about other people's star trek opinions, only my own. therefore, I needed to have star trek opinions.

here are my thots, here be spoilers

first off: gates mcfadden's face lift is fucking spectacular, the woman looks amazing. Her eye sockets are so sculpted, her cheeks are so taut, her jawline is so sharp, and yet she still looks her age. this is what growing old in the socialist utopia promises: you too can look like a woman who has not actually had to work since the early 90s. also credit to everyone looking great in their 60s, 70s and 80s.

second: jack crusher (the second??!?! how does that work anyway), is so fucking hot.

third: I went into this knowing broadly what happened in episode 1 and 2, and that episode 3 the twist is changelings, because I saw a spoiler yesterday on una mccormack's tumblr. changelings is interesting, because to do a ds9 plot in tng is bold, especially when you can't bring odo back since ya man rene audeboujournois died a few years ago. worf doesnt even mention him by name: ffs worf raffi was alive during the dominion war, she'll know who fucking odo is. he's odo.

fourth: the moment I was like, I am here for the long run was Worf's whole introduction and his everything. I think its always hard to give credit to michael dorn for being so great because he has to act stoic through SO much makeup and he just is worf, but honestly, it felt like if they'd just put the black hair on him he would have looked exactly the same as he did thirty years ago. Like they had to make his hair white just to make time have passed. The man is so well preserved, maybe he also has a very good surgeon, but I am down to believe that he just Is Like That. Damn.

five: worf is the best thing that happened to raffi, I love them together, they are the best team.

six: all of this is going to fall apart when brent spiner comes to Lore it all up, as that is obviously what was stolen from the daystrom institute alongside the portal gun.

seven: so episode 3 won me over because I had kind of forgotten how good an actor patstew is when he really gives it?? because fuck me the scene between beverly and picard where they talk about how the whole baby thing happened was so good, so subtle, so emotive. It also crucially made sense: they had tried to be together. they had failed to be together. crusher was tired of his shit, he's always been a terrible partner and it just didn't work, but then she was pregnant and ready to leave anyway, ready to move on, so just went, fine, breakup over, beverly out. Also, reminded picard that the universe keeps trying to kill him, that he'd basically killed her husband and her son, and she had no other family....thanks for the sperm donation, I'm gonna go retire and have a redo. I was already 100% team bev but now I am 200% team bev, also fuck off picard with your 'oh yeah actually I wouldn't have been my horrible abusive father fuck you for taking me at my word, my whole /r/childfree carefree bachelor attitude, how could I have known anything about myself in my early 60s, I was but a boy, we could have had it all, rolling in the deep' etc. Father and husband fuck the fuck off you traditionalist old bastard you just told us you had broken up for the FIFTH TIME.

eight: should have reserved point seven for seven herself but: SEVEN!!!! I am fucking going to do it, I'm going to write the seven of nineifesto. She is so fucking deep waters, shes been so betrayed by authority figures none of who actually give a shit about whats best for her, just for what is best for the story, she is not meant to be in starfleet ffs, she got the worst possibly mentors in janeway and picard. also seven and raffi just need to hang out with worf and tell the rest of them to fuck off.

nine: captain shaw was right and he should say it. He was having a nice time, just running his ship, doing his duty, when he gets fucking hijacked by two guys who literally are mavericks and crash ships all the time, who are manipulating seven, who MUTINIES, and they literally destroy his ship and ruin his life in the space of about 12 hours and he saw through their bullshit within 30 seconds of the 'surprise inspection' gig. justice for captain liam shaw, only sane man on the titan.

ten: look, the show is never going to stick the landing, but like all star trek, it is a journey. there are changelings, there is worf, there is raffi, there is my forthcoming 200k seven of nine fix it fic, there is so much to enjoy, and also there was the absolutely awful deaging makeup, please stop doing it, it made me feel seasick.

anyway these are my thots on yaoi kthxbye

[ifindus]

What’s your opinion on Kongen på havet? Just re-watched the first episode after 13 years (å jesus), and ehhh… I don’t know? It kinda irked me in some way? I can’t really pin-point it. Really want to hear your thoughts since you’re our trusty kaptein sabeltann expert

I have many thoughts on it, but I do agree with you that it's not my favourite version of the Kaptein Sabeltann universe 😅 Maybe some of the issues I have with it, is what's bothering you too?

🏴‍☠️ My main issue lies with how it focuses mostly on Pinky. Pinky is an important character in the shows, but partof the appeal with him as a character is that he is one child surrounded by adults who are all pirates. In the series they introduce more child-characters and shift the focus onto the relationship between them and Pinky, and the result of that is that the series just becomes another children's show and it doesn't feel very unique. My love and interest in the shows as a child was definitively Kaptein Sabeltann, and here he almost becomes a minor character. And for me, Pinky is just an annoying, whiny kid in this series.

🏴‍☠️ Another issue I have with the series is how Kaptein Sabeltann is portrayed. In the shows he is always scary and explosive and you get that mixed sense of fear and respect for him. He is not scary at all in the series and whenever he is angry you don't get the sense that there will be consequences. It's all just empty threats and he does not appear as intimidating. I also wish his coat and wig were bigger so that he would seems more dramatic, because next to Langemann he looks very small and that's not right.

🏴‍☠️ Next, and probably the main reason I'm not a huge fan of the series, is the issue of Langemann. I do not care for how he is portrayed in this series at all - everything I love about his character has been removed. The way he acts around Pinky is weird and it feels like they changed his personality to fit better in with Pinky's struggles. He acts like a typical parent in a children's show; ignoring important problems when it fits the plot, telling him off over stupid things, and excessively worrying about him when that fits the plot. It also bothers me how he walks in front of Kaptein Sabeltann, when he's always shown following him (because he is supposed to be his shadow) in the shows. And his entire attitude towards Kaptein Sabeltann is annoying? Langemann just seems to be fed up and tired of listening to him?? Which is supposed to be his entire character? It doesn't help that they added Rosa as his love interest either. It's just another thing to create unnecessary drama and subplots that does not make sense. She, as a character, is not bad even though she kind of falls victim to the "strong female character without a real personality" and the way she acts sometimes is just to create drama. I think her character is made to humanize Langemann a bit, but personally I think she fits better a sister to him?? That would make a lot more sense to me, and would also provide us with some fun sibling rivalry opportunities without butchering either of their characters. It would also give more of a back-story to Langemann and a better way to explore his character if that's what they really wanted.

🏴‍☠️ Pelle and Pysa is also done dirty in the series I think. They become more of a comic relief, but it's not done with that same taste as in the shows, instead putting more emphasis on that they are gross and stupid - just lazy comedy. In the shows they have more of a personality and are just funnier without being complete morons and everyone being mean to them.

🏴‍☠️ In regards to the story and plot itself, it does feel a bit unnecessary as it is a prequel to the main shows and we do know the final outcome going in. To have made it better, they should have focused on something different than Pinky's main goal of becoming a part of Kaptein Sabeltann's crew. Especially when we know how that ends and where he ends up. It would have been more interesting to focus on Kaptein Sabeltann and his relation to the town of Abra and how he came to rule over it for example - maybe even some of the crew's raids and adventures and the relations between them. They also could have gone darker. And I do wish the songs were more prominent in the episodes because they are so iconic and part of what makes up the Kaptein Sabeltann universe.

🏴‍☠️ What I did like about the show was Kaptein Sabeltann's make-up and the new characters we were introduced to. Ravn and her parents are a great addition to Abra Havn, as well as the merchant and the new villains we see.

[babyrdie]

I'll never stop finding it laughable when someone talks about how easy it is for me to talk to people or how they wanted to be "shameless" in a vibe that makes it seem like I'm good with people lol

I think that in everyday life I get along well with strangers, it's not like I'm shy and have problems because I can't talk to strangers if necessary. But making friends? Forget it! Doesn't matter if it is real life or vitual, I'm horrible.

In real life, these relationships always end, I just can't maintain them. For me, this just shows how I can have cool acquaintances to talk to, but not friends. Every long-lasting relationship becomes weak and eventually disappears, because it seems that over time we do our own things and suddenly we no longer fit together. The pandemic didn't help anything either.

In digital, I think I do well with other Brazilians. Better than in real life because it's easy to find someone with the same tastes on the internet. Still, in the last few months it's gotten weird because I have less and less anything in common with my online friends from years ago.

When it comes to gringos, however? Well, it's chaos in my mind. It always seems like I'm being invasive and unnecessary. My personality is already more exaggerated than I'd like to admit, but I also know how Brazilians are known for being "too much" and I wonder if that's the image I portray sometimes. And then there are also all these pejorative things that I've seen people say and I can't understand why people are like that.

It's kind of funny because before this whole thing, I'd never been insecure about being Brazilian. It's not like it's perfect here, it's a country that I've honestly complained more about than praised. Still, I already knew from when I was a teenager that I would never leave here, so eventually I just dealt with the idea of trying to make the best of it in Brazil. But, you know, it was always more about fear of how unsafe it is to live here or how unfair it might be, it was never about the identity itself. I know there are Brazilians who despise Brazilians, but I'm not like that and I find this attitude ridiculous. My problem has always been more about being in Brazil than about being Brazilian.

And yet, among other Brazilians (in real life) I feel as if they are noticing all the time how inexperienced and uninteresting I am. Everyone seems to have stories to tell, favorite places, moments of excitement, and I'm simply boring. It's as if I lacked "seasoning".

Online with gringos… well, there are types and types of interactions.

There is, of course, the first and most detestable of them. The one where they call me a monkey, uneducated, uncivilized and similar things at the first opportunity. Even if they don't call me that directly, I occasionally find a xenophobic post about us.

And then there's the other people that isn't offensive, it's more of a barrier or something like that. Either they misunderstand my tone, as if I'm always angry at times when I'm not, or I feel as if I'm more invasive than intended. It seems more and more pointless to try.

Anyway, it's getting more and more tiring how much of a failure I am at relationships, so I think my strategy for now will simply be to avoid interacting even more than I was already avoiding lol

[the-firebird69]

I'm giving the highest sign in to try and put people in the hospital so we're going to start taking over hospitals by removing them and completely over and over we know how to do it he has a technique that's kind of rough that we do at silently and we're going to take over ownership of every hospital on Earth Right now we're moving into territory because we took over so much territory All we didn't need to do is leave a security force that is armed to the teeth and train people and we have a lot real a lot of more room now and we're taking over businesses by force people have to sell stock because they're going out of business and they're going broke and the companies will be working if they don't and if they offended them we're going to take them over. But now we have several businesses that are starting and they're starting because we're a methods and it's working in their hours and the attitude is massively sour and very stupid and will not work for them we're going to pull them out of them pretty soon One of them is s&s motors and it's our company we use the s on purpose and it worked they became pretty big because of it and we're going to take it over because it's our company it's our motor design it's powerful but it's kind of heavy it's not massive we have heavy it's supposed to be fairly decent motor but we're using the new Harley Davidson and the 737 to take it over as a matter of fact they're getting beat up consistently at the plants and pretty soon they're going to be out and we're going to be in and will defend them and take them down as they approach and we'll sell the motors and we'll trace them down and it's going to be a nice little business huge numbers of engines were made recently by them and they're getting completely beat up everybody wants the company everyone needs some motors for all sorts of dumb reasons and they don't really have any way out of it and we are going to make it stitch pretty soon they will be ours. Another company we're doing this with is the dagger originally Dave Carroll harrah and Zeus worked on the vehicle and it's their vehicle and we are going to take that over as well and yeah this is that idiot Garth and he's been screwing around with John remillard consistently and he's small he's going to get pummeled for what he's doing and he's a huge a****** to our son He's a massive prick and he's going to pay for it but we can't stand him and don't want him near our son and he's not going to be soon enough it's going to be removed from social security and others posts as they get beaten to hell and both sides will be and they will be checking out and the phones too fairly soon all of them will be out and we will use that but this company dagger is going to turn into something else and we're going to make sure that it works we're going to make sure that it's hours and we're going to be there pretty soon and we're going to make sure that people don't mess with our son like he is constantly we're sick and tired of these people and they're asking games and their little kids and our son says it if I catch you I'm going to need you to death cuz I'm so angry and just waiting for the opportunity pretty soon it'll present itself and someone's going to go missing and we'll have to get rid of that and tire group and keep pushing it and it will happen and hate you you're stupid right now the idiots county and being a menace and those people sitting right there watching the piece of crap I'll tell you what people don't like him whoever minorities don't like him we're going to go ahead and put with training orders on him because of his attitude and talk right now and he seems surprised he always is and he's a loser cuz he doesn't get it and skipping told you not to and he still is

[slashedthroughtheheart]

Ok so, this has been bugging me for a while

Now, I know a lot of the fandom sees Bubba and Thomas as big plus size guys. And don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being plus size. I myself have been plus size and fat since I was about 14.

However, a lot of people, the way they talk about these two makes them sound obese.

And that really... rubs me the wrong way?

I’ll put it under a read more since this is getting long.

So, lets look at it the way I see it. I look at Bubba both in movie and in DBD model, and I see an average body typed man. Maybe just a bit thicker around the middle than average but by no means Fat. He has some fat to him, most at his middle. But for the most part? Bubba is basically all meaty muscley heft. He’s thick like a strongman is thick. Which is why he is so strong. Why he can run with a chainsaw. Why he can haul people up onto his shoulders easily.

He’s not capital F fat. And the reason it upsets me to see him be called fat isn’t because being fat is bad(it’s not, fat is good for your body), it’s that he’s very obviously Not Fat in the way most people talk about him as. And I can’t help but think ‘So... that’s what you consider Fat? What am I then? Oh My God Obese?’ because if someone who has the shape and outline of Bubba being considered Chunky Fat, it’s... disheartening? Like, he’s not overweight by any means even?

Look, this is the original Leatherface. This is the original Bubba. He has a bit of a tummy, but I would not call him fat. As someone who is fat, I look at him and I see average male body.

This is Bubba in DBD and here, yes, he has a bit of fat right at the lower part of his abdomen, but he still isn’t fat. He has big beefy arms, wide shoulders, some hips, and that bit of tummy. But he just isn’t Fat. I’d venture that this version of Bubba is the chubbiest, but even then he isn’t particularly chubby. And he’s also pretty tall here. His weight is distributed rather evenly. He is proportionate.

And the same thing is done to Thomas who is even LESS fat than Bubba. He carries his ‘weight’ very well and it’s basically all muscle. The person who played Thomas was a wrestler, like? He was physically fit. He wasn’t chunky. He wasn’t fat.

And yet people talk about how Thomas would be insecure about his ‘pudge’ and the only thing I can think of is ‘what pudge?’

Thomas is Thicc but with muscle, not fat.

Look at him, that isn’t fat. He has a thick waist, which so many wrongly conflate with being fat. But no, he’s muscle. He’s strong. He isn’t fat. He’s got a barrel chest. He’s Big in a way that isn’t fat. He’s Big in a way that is spooky because it speaks strength, and we all know what he’s capable of.

And all of this just smacks of fatphobia. Because if someone like Thomas or Bubba is considered chunky fat, anyone who is Actually Fat is going to get alienated. Because the people who are doing this are doing it in an ‘uwu soft fat boi, protect him’ and like, if they were fat, that’s still gross?

Do not get me wrong, if you wanna headcanon them as being bigger, and you draw them bigger, that’s okay! But the stuff I’m talking about is these skinny people looking at someone who’s just physically bigger than them and just auto assuming that they’re fat just because they are physically bigger. And it’s gross. And damaging.

This has bugged me for so long, from the moment I stepped into this fandom.

It happens mid game too when I play Dead by Daylight and there’s a Bubba as the killer and people I either watch or am playing with will say ‘Oh, there’s the fat bastard’. Like, this is a problem. Bubba isn’t fat, none of the killers in DBD are fat. I’ve heard people call Trapper fat and he’s not? He’s built like a fucking tree. But it isn’t fat.

Just because a person physically takes up more space than you doesn’t make them fat.

Fat isn’t bad! I have a feeling a lot of this stems from people wanting to seem ~inclusive~ or woke or w/e, but they don’t actually want to respect fat people. They want to find the max size of a person they’re comfortable with existing and then label that fat, because to them, that is as fat as someone can be and still be tolerable.

I look at myself in the mirror and then look at how Bubba looks like even with all his clothes on, and I’m fatter. By a lot. I’m also afab so my fat sits differently, but still. I have a marked difference in body fat than Bubba. I’m Fat. And I can still lift people. I used to be a firefighter. I used to be captain of my volleyball team. I used to swim miles every day when I still lived close to the ocean. And even then, I was still fat.

I look at that, and think about those things, and I can only wonder and fear what the people who go ‘uwu soft chubby Bubba’ would say about me.

Words that have been thrown at me before come to mind, and I can only guess that they’d be similar.

It’s upsetting to think that people look at the actual model for Bubba in game and point and call him fat(derogatory). Because... he isn’t. And some of these people used to be my friends, until I just quietly shunted them from my life, because I don’t want that toxicity in my life. I don’t need them to find out I’m even bigger and turn around and call me the fat bastard.

I’ve had enough of that in my life already. I’ve been anywhere from just a little chubby to full on fat ever since I was a teen. I know how it feels to have your weight be the point of criticism/bullying/butt of jokes. It’s not good.

And all of this makes me really hesitant to even think about writing and posting stuff for Thomas and Bubba and really any of the other slashers who the fandom have deemed to be fat. Because I don’t see any of the slashers as fat in the slightest.

Because I won’t write them fat. I won’t write them having love handles to pinch like so many writers like to give Bubba. I won’t write them having a double chin. Because they don’t. And for me, the art I do, it’s all written. I can’t draw them, I can’t do them justice like that and be like ‘Here’s a comforting headcanon of them being actually chubby that makes me feel closer to them.’

I don’t trust the fandom to know I mean Actual Fat if I wrote those things. I don’t trust fandom to just read those things and think I believe Source Material is that.

And the whole thing that makes this worse? A lot of slashers were bullied when they were young, something a good majority of fat people understand and went through themselves. Something I went through. And I felt a kinship with slashers and fell in love with so many of them because I Get It. I have empathy for what they went through. While the things we faced weren’t the same, we still face ridicule for something we couldn’t change.

And before anyone goes and says ‘it’s not that deep’, I want everyone to think about why most people gravitate towards the slasher fandom. It’s usually out of that idea of ‘Society has cast you aside, it’s also cast me aside for whatever reason, so lets stick together’.

When you’re othered, you tend to lean more towards people that were othered as well.

When your own society has made you feel like you don’t belong, seeing someone else being cast out as well makes you more likely to bond to them. My very first slasher I fell for was Jason Voorhees. And it was real obvious why for me. I was a young little kid who had the nerdiest interests, and wore glasses, and was a bit chubby in the face even if I was thin everywhere else, and I was also the only not white kid in my area. And I had asthma? I was easy game. I got made fun of relentlessly, just like Jason did.

Kids physically hurt me as well. And when I first watched Friday the 13th, the connection I felt to him? That feeling? It was instant. I understood him, and my heart ached for him, because I KNOW how bad it hurts.

And I fell for Thomas, and Bubba, and Michael. And so many others. All because there was that connection. That moment of seeing just a sliver of my own pain in them.

And I’d venture a guess that that’s on par for why a lot of the people in the slasher fandom are even in the slasher fandom.

So why is there so much of this fatphobia? Why is there so many people who act like their original bodies are fat when they’re not? Why are we being othered in the one place we really shouldn’t be?

If you see this happening, say something. Point it out and say ‘that isn’t fat, why do you think that’s fat?’ This whole ‘body positivity’ movement is garbage and the roots of it are just so gross. ‘Don’t worry, you’re still sexy even if you’re fat’ like no. We don’t want body positivity, we want to stop being ridiculed for our bodies. It’s as simple as that. It’s literally just about wanting to be treated as humans with respect.

So please, be mindful of what you say. Hold yourself accountable for the impact you have with your words.

[artbyrivaille]

Hair ☕

Okay, so at the outset, I would like to emphasize that English is not my mother tongue and I am still learning. But writing is my hobby and I decided that I will try my skills here too, in English, I invite you to write requests, I hope you will like it!

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She was strong. She was a good soldier, commander, companion.

But she was also a beautiful woman with an amazing figure who was envied by many. Despite being quite short, because she was only five feet three, she had long slender legs. Overall, she was considered a beautiful woman. However, she had short hair.

Her hairstyle was practically identical to Levi's, but no one accused her of trying to look like him, as she was cutting her hair that way long before Ackerman joined the survey corps.

Oh, she and Levi. It was quite a sneaky topic, let alone the rumors around the body. They were often seen in each other's company, people interpreted it differently.

Some said it was just a friendship and a bond they established when Ackermann was part of her branch at the beginning of his career. And the others insinuated the supposed romance of the two. Well the versions were really different, but the truth was that y/n and good captain Levi were just two great friends. The woman was one of the few people who knew the man's past, and shared with him some facts about her. Because they both came from the Underground, however, and managed to get out of there on their own, and not with the help of scouts, as was the case with Levi.

At first they were not very sympathetic, quite the opposite. They had very similar characters, which theoretically should indicate that they will get along well, but that was only theoretically. In practice, they got on their nerves terribly.

But despite this aversion to a man, it was precisely this that helped him the most after the death of Farlan and Izabel. She provided him with comfort, help and warmth.  Something no one else could give him. It was thanks to her that he recovered so quickly, and he was in the place where he was at the moment.

At some point their relationship began to take a less formal path. More and more often they stayed at each other's offices, helped each other with Erwin's sentences, that is, documentation. They drank tea together, despite the fact that the brunette was a coffee advocate, she made an exception for Levi and almost completely gave it up. They had similar problems, especially those with sleep, may both of them suffer from insomnia, so when the entire corps was asleep, they sat in the two of them over documents, or simply spent their free time together.

Y/n did not even know the exact moment when she began to care in this other, more intimate way on the short captain. It came overnight. Of course, she was behaving the same as before, after all, she was not some horny teen, but a mature woman, but at the moment when she was going to the black-haired's office, or she just knew that he would see him, her body was flooded with heat. And maybe she wouldn't care so much if it wasn't for the fact that she had short hair.

She loved the short haircut, the long hair simply irritated her and disturbed the soldier's everyday life, but she was afraid that they might be an obstacle to any closer relationship with Ackerman.

***

She sat quietly in her office filling out paperwork for Erwin. She nervously tweaked her hair, which was longer than usual, because every time she tried to cut it, something was getting in the way and that was how it was already quite long.

The silence in the office was broken by the sudden opening of the door through which entered a black-haired man with pliers and a towel in his hand. He closed the door with a bang and set the items on the coffee table, then looked at the woman poring over reports and other documents.

"You have long hair." He said suddenly and walked closer to her chair, and when he was next to him, he entangled his hand in her dark strands. She breathed a breath and leaned against the back of the armchair, massaging her temples at the same time giving herself to the caress.

"I didn't have time to cut them off because of the last expedition, and with all the crap Erwin did, I have more work to do than ever. And Hanji keeps following me all the time and asks if I managed to convince Bushbread to do experiments on titans." She explained in frustration then exhaled her mouth with a whistle.

"Tch, fucking shitty glasses. Come on, rest a little, cut off your hair, and you will give me a haircut." He replied then pulled the woman's chair back and, grabbing her hand, led her to the bathroom. She was so tired of it all that she didn't care, and the presence of a cobalt-eyed woman was calming, so she didn't resist. "Get your hair wet." He gave the order, which she followed by putting her head in the shower and then she wet her hair with a stream of water. Ackermann handed her a towel, which she grabbed and dried her hair.

Let the two go back to the brunette's office, meanwhile she took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, which Ackermann only huffed, but said nothing. She sat down without a word on the low stool that the man had prepared at that time. He ran a hand through her hair a few times and began carefully trimming it.

"Can I ask you a question?" She finally gave up y/n, unable to withstand the silence in the room

"You ask them anyway, so why do you ask me for permission." The bored man replied by which l/n raised the corner of her mouth in a small smile.

"What do you think about women with short hair?" She asked, and black hair stopped breathing for a moment. What the hell was that about? Is this some kind of provocation?

"What am I supposed to think. They are no less feminine because they do not have long hair, their appearance does not define a person." He replied quite neutral, not realizing that he had just kindled a little ray of hope in his friend's heart. "And why do you ask?"

"Because I care about someone, and all in all, I wanted to know your opinion." Ah yes. His heart leapt into his throat, and his stomach seemed to have a 3D maneuvering device.  Someone did she like? But who the hell. After all, the only men with whom she spent time was himself, Erwin, sometimes he encountered Moblit in the company of Hanji and Mike. Who could steal her heart enough to make her care about her hairstyle? Probably Erwin. That fucking perfect general.

Maybe Levi didn't have complexes as such, but he was always a little jealous of Smith. He had a perfect body, he was tall, intelligent, had a high position in the military, and he came from a non-poor family. He was nothing compared to the blonde, he had nothing to offer. And he would like so much to have her with him.

"I'm done." He muttered softly brushing single hairs from the woman's clothes. She got up from the stool and unintentionally combed her dark hair. She looked beautiful, but he wouldn't tell her that.

"Your turn." She said and took the pliers from his hand. This time it was he who sat on the stool. He involuntarily smiled under his breath and closed his eyes at the woman's gentle touch. He was literally like a docile kitten. Why couldn't she be his?

***

He had been avoiding her like plague for about two weeks. He was irritated by the lack of a black-haired woman around him, but he knew that if it was like before, he would take the blow even worse.

A blow that would never come.

Y/n really didn't know what she could do wrong. After all, everything was fine, and then overnight Ackerman began to avoid her. Maybe he just got bored?

At first she explained his ignorance with overwork, in the end everyone in the command had their heads off. But when one day in a row she saw him sitting quietly with Petra, she knew it was not it. By the way, seeing a redhead in his company, something broke in her. What did this teenager have that she did not have? Did their relationship really mean nothing to him? So many questions, so few answers.

And this way almost every evening she landed in Erwin's office with Hanji with a bottle of whiskey or vodka, depending on what Smith had in the bar. Erwin and Hange really couldn't comprehend the change in brunet's behavior, and the sight of a really hurt l/n was so pathetic as to be nasty.

And so the next evening the three gathered in Smith's office where they once again debated about the captain's behavior.

"I do not feel it completely, so change the attitude towards people overnight. 

I know that our curly pedantic has its own rules, but without exaggeration." Hanji announced, finishing the rest of the whiskey from her glass.

"Maybe something made him do it?" Smith replied, then grabbed his chin.

"Tch, and this thing is called Petra Ral, really fascinating." Black-haired girl summed up pouring herself and Zoe whiskey.

Their conversations were so loud that they interested Ackerman who was just about to make himself a cup of tea. But when he heard three familiar voices, he stood at the door of Smith's office, listening to what was being said.

"Don't take it for granted." Erwin said and frowned by the high concentration of alcohol in his glass.

"So what could be the reason Levi is ignoring me then? Just like logic Erwin, there are two options, or he has something to me and he distorts what is unfortunately but impossible because he always treated me only as a friend. Or he just shoots with Petra, and that's what I believe more. "Did they talk about him? What romance with Petra? And y/n cared for him the way he wanted it, but he's just an idiot and he broke it? He held his breath for a moment and tried to enter the room, but stopped himself and continued to stand still.

"Like it or not, I have to agree with the above.  Although I keep my fingers crossed for the first version." Squeaked at the end of the woman, which caused a loud sigh of disapproval from y/n.

"Shut up Hanji, I don't want to hope again for something that will never happen." She growled angry and hurt. She really cared about him. Not on any Erwin, Moblit or Mike, but on him. On a goddamn Underground thief with a hard character and misophobic aspirations. Damn it, don't let this be a dream.

He walked away from the door and headed for his office. He has even forgotten why he left it at all. He sat down at the desk and stared blankly at the sky until the very morning, trying to put everything in his head. He must try to fix what he broke.

***

Like a day like every other day. There was no expedition, no surprises, just an ordinary day in the recon. Well, maybe almost. Because Ackerman had been nervous and a little stressed since the morning. And it wasn't just because he wanted to talk to y/n seriously, but largely because he couldn't find her anywhere. As to spite that day, she sank underground, his only salvation could be Erwin. Which office was on his way to. The evening and dinner time was approaching, so he wanted to come to him before her, to look for the presence of a woman at the last meal, if necessary.

He entered the office without knocking, Smith merely looked up from the mountain of documents he had probably been studying since this morning, then turned him back to the sheets of paper.

"What you want Levi?" He asked breaking the silence prevailing in the room. He was pretty sure why this one had come to him, but preferred not to reveal all the cards at once.

"Where is y/n"?  Erwin sighed and then put down his quill and straightened up in his chair. He was afraid of Levi's reaction, but what could he do if the milk had already spilled?

"She went on a mission. She should be back in two or three days at the most." He replied with a straight face in the middle being a bit irritated by the reaction of the black-haired man.

"What mission? And why the hell didn't I know anything about this." Ackerman asked, very angry with the news once again.

"Maybe because you've been avoiding her for a long time? Maybe because it's a secret mission, I'm not obligated to tell you everything, Levi. I respect you and treat you as a friend, so I will give you some friendly advice. Think about what you really want and don't screw it up. I don't think I need to tell you what I'll do to you if you hurt her, not to mention Hanji." A faint smile affected his lips at the end of his speech.

"It's none of your business anymore. Thank you for the information." He replied coolly and, not worried about the threat of his friend, left his office.

So he was supposed to wait? He hated waiting. Uncertainty burst him from the inside, these few days will probably be a real nightmare for him.

***

It was well past nine o'clock, so most of the Corps' soldiers were resting in their quarters. Only a few officers were still in the courtyard. And Levi was watching them from his office.

Week. She has been gone since fucking week.

And he was consumed not only by uncertainty, but also by fear. Because they didn't know anything, not even Erwin, who entrusted the woman with this mission. Through it all, the captain was irritated and angry from day to night. Everyone wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Even Petra must have found out about his bad mood when some two days after y/n's departure, she felt bad for the fact that she smiled at him instead of focusing on cleaning. The last time he was afraid was when he first left for exeption.

Suddenly, a horse ran into the courtyard, on the back of which was a scout, but he was clearly unconscious, barely clinging to his mount. At first, Ackerman did not move from his place, but when he heard the screams about the return of squad leader l/n and summoning the medics, he sprinted out of the office.

When he was already leaving, he saw only a brunette, which two cadets were carrying on a stretcher to the infirmary. There was blood everywhere, and the worst case scenario flashed through his mind. She might have died.

He knew that they would not let him into the infirmary anyway, and the cadets didn't know anything, the only option was once again Erwin. What a mission it was to make her come back like this.

He hurried to Smith's office and threw open the door. He did not care about the surprised face of Hanji, who was sitting on the blonde's couch, but he walked over to the man and grabbed him tightly by the collar of a white shirt.

"What was that mission? And why did you send her over there alone, don't you care that she's just fighting for her life?" He was screaming at the top of his throat, he didn't care what everyone thought of him right now, he didn't care about the consequences, he only cared that he could lose her before he actually possessed her.

"In Stohess there is a man who leads the gang. It interfered with various shipments and the like. They are also active in the Underground. The task was to diversify into their ranks, apparently she did not quite succeed." He replied with stoic calm which made the black-haired man even more angry.

"Have you been really fucked up? Such a mission is not a job for one person, it is for the rest. Such matters should be handled by the MP's, not us!" He shouted and pushed the blonde back so that he almost fell from his chair.

"Only that they interfered mainly with transports to our corps. Mostly those not entirely legal. You know very well that a large amount of drugs and medical equipment we have is not entirely legal, but it is needed. I wanted to send the two of you on this mission, because both of you know the Underground, but she did not agree to you taking part in this mission. Probably because you were not getting along at that point." The man explained succinctly, and Ackerman said nothing. It was his fault, his goddamn fault. If only he wasn't such an asshole, nothing bad would have happened.

Until now, a silent Hanji came up to the shorter man and put her hand on his shoulder, the latter turned towards her, close to crying. Holy shit what she did with him.

"You'll finish later, for now, go to her." She ordered, and he nodded and without a word headed for the infirmary.

***

"When will she wake up?" He asked one of the medics, who was just finishing treating single wounds on the body of an unconscious woman.

"She should wake up in the morning. But probably not for long, he has to rest a lot now. She lost a lot of blood, it is surprising that she was even going here alive." She replied and got up from the small stool, putting the remnants of bandages and other medicaments on a silver tray. "But take it easy, she will get out of this, squad leader l/n is a damn tough woman, not just character.  She will lick it." She added after a moment with a slight smile on her face trying to cheer the man up.

"I know she's strong." He replied quietly, his head bowed and his hands folded.

"So just be patient. I think she survived because she had someone to return to." She laughed softly and just left the room, leaving the slightly confused captain with the unconscious woman.

He slowly walked over to her bed and sat down next to it on the wooden chair. He grabbed her chilled hand and pressed it to his lips, giving it a tender kiss. He had to wait.

And so the hours went by, and Levi spent them thinking about his feelings for the woman and simply gazing at her adoringly.

She was so beautiful, he loved everything about her. From a smile that could not be seen too often, ending with short hair. He was lazily combing them almost all the time, not being surprised how pleasant they are.  He did not even notice that it was starting to dawn, and the soldiers of the corps were slowly waking up to start another day of service. He also did not notice that Erwin accompanied by Hanji arrived in the room in the meantime, but when they saw the man sitting next to the y/n, they only smiled at each other and left, leaving them alone, of course they gave each other high five for fruitful cooperation.

"Wake up now, because these feelings will blow me up soon." The words were coming out of his mouth involuntarily. His eyes were closed, he tried to focus, to be patient. "I overheard your, Hanji and Erwin conversation about me. I really was an idiot. I shouldn't be away from you, that's why you're here at all. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be lying here, I wouldn't have allowed it. I have plans to blame Erwin for letting you go on this mission alone. But you don't know how much I was bursting from the inside by the thought that you care about someone, and that someone is not me. I was so fucking jealous. Ugh, feelings are a pain in the ass. You don't even know what you're doing with me. I just love you, and I love everything about you." There was a silence in the room, and the man breathed a sigh of relief, finally blurted out into the crowd of thoughts.

"Even my short hair?" Silence, a hoarse voice broke the silence in the room. The man immediately opened his eyes and straightened in his chair, a smile spread across his face at the sight of the woman's open eyes.

"Even short hair." He replied and once again ran his hand through it, and placed the other on her cheek.

"I heard everything, you idiot. Love you too." She said and smiled broadly as he reciprocated.

"I love you too." He replied and pressed their lips together in a kiss.

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Counting the days: day 2

Series summary. You go to a friends bachelorette party in Italy and meet the man of your dreams, NOT, you didn’t see the part where you get kidnapped by a gangster on your friends itinerary. How will you handle being thrown into a life of guns and mafias.

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Run, that was the only word repeating in your head, run. So that’s what you did, while his back was turned you took off your now bare feet not making a sound. But as he said he would, he caught you before you even made it to the hallway. His large body pressing you into the column his hand gripping your throat.

“What did I just say? Maybe you do want me to chain you to bed.”

With him as close as he was you could feel a gun he had in his waistband digging painfully into your back. Oh how you wanted to grab it.

It would only take one shot and you could get away from him. But you knew how many men he had outside, they would be a bit harder to get through, so you kept still.

He kept you there as two people walked in. The older of the two speaking to your captor in Italian, you’ll keep the fact that you speak it hidden, could come in handy. So his name is Massimo, or at least that’s what the man called him.

“I have to go, Domenico will help you with anything you need.”

Massimo informs, pushing off you while you stayed against the bricks until the younger of the three men that you assume is Domenico, tells you to follow him back to your room.

For someone that didn’t want you escaping he gave you plenty of opportunities. You could definitely take Domenico, plus boss man was busy handling whatever he was doing. Or you could easily climb out the window. Just as you were about to do just that a gunshot made you freeze. It wasn’t aimed at you but you know what it meant when you deal with these kind of people.

Just play along is what you kept reminding yourself. He a tricked your family, your friends. He was obviously smart, but you hold his one weakness, you.

Everyone thinks the man is the one with the power, but the man answers to a woman.

We could rule the world once we realized that.

Making use of the gigantic shower, you’re sure your old bedroom would fit in here alone. When you turned off the shower head, and wrapped a towel around yourself stopping in your tracks when your eyes land on the fresh clothes set out. You can only hope it was a maid or something whoever it was got a very clear view of you.

Rubbing the soft fabric between your fingers, obviously it was one of Massimos dress shirts that probably cost more than your rent. Choosing that over your dress that was still dripping wet from your swim earlier you slide on the shirt. You’ll admit the man has good taste, it felt like silk flowing against your skin as you button it up, the bright white looking amazing with your new tan. You don’t even try to look for your phone, you know it’s not here. And you’d say you have been through enough today that you’ve earned a few hours sleep.

Waking up, forgetting where you were for a moment until you rolled over and saw the large shirtless italian shaped figure blocking the sunlight streaming through the window. slowly sitting up, holding the blankets closer to your body to act as a barrier betwen you both, not that a blanket would stop him.

''Would it kill you to put a shirt on?"

Your head is saying 'stop sassing him and play along' but your personality is saying 'make him so crazy he lets you go' so you'll do both. sass him when possible, go along when he gets to close to the edge. Should work perfectly.

Raising a thick eyebrow that you're almost jealous of at your words, if he thought you were going to wish him good morning and jump into his arms. his muscular, tan, tattooed dream worthy, No, stop thinking like that. No. but he was wrong if that's how he planned this going.

"Would it kill you to be polite to me for once?"

"It might."

Huffing out what almost sounded like a laugh he stood, easily towering over you. his dark eyes focused only on you. its easy to see why he could be intimidating, if you didn't have the cocky attitude going on you're sure you would be one of those people.

"Get dressed we need to buy some things before we depart."

pretty mafia boy say what? Quickly standing in a poor atempt to match his height only coming up mid chest, not exactly what you were going for and judging by the amused look in his eyes he knew that fact to.

"I'm not going anywhere unless its back to the hotel."

"It wasn't a request. It was an order."

Litterly staring death in the face you think back to last night, when you acted out before he sent you back to the room, maybe this time will be the same. putting both hands on his chest and pushing as strongly as you could. only moving him back an inch, he grabs your wrist tightly, throwing you onto the bed following after you, wrestling your hand free landing a solid punch to his cheek. freezing as his head snaps to the side with the force of the hit. slowly meeting your eyes once again his lip pulled up in a snarl, showing his disaproval at the action. roughly pinning your hands to the bed, hovering above you.

"Just as i think you wont do anything stupid you prove me wrong."

"I'll prove you wrong again if you think i'm going anywhere with you!"

Staring hard he abruptly pushes off you and a few feet away, taking a deep breath as to calm himself.

"We are leaving in an hour, ready or not you're coming"

When he left is when you noticed your luggage stacked against the wall. Looking through your clothes, if you didn’t go shopping you would be very underdressed next to him who dresses to the nines all the time. So you throw on the most appealing outfit glad that you decided to bring something fancy if for no other reason just for a photoshoot at the resort.

Walking the steet of Italy again felt amazing, if only you weren’t shadowed by a mafia boss and two huge bodyguards. But not having to pay for the ridiculously priced clothes or carry your bags was nice. Part of you was happy he wasn’t watching you, just tapping away on his phone, but on the other hand, you looked amazing and was hoping to flaunt what he was so desperate to have.

But of course the second you went to the lingerie store the phone was in his pocket. You knew it was him the second the changing room door opened.

“Oh that’s why there’s a lock.”

You sarcastically drawl, which he ignored choosing to scan your body clad in red.

“Get out!”

“Or what?”

Oh, so he’s playing cocky now. Licking his lips with his arms crossed looking way to relaxed while you were almost naked.

Strutting up to him, playing with his shirt collar.

“Or I’ll walk out like this where your back up out there can see.”

You might not have seen Massimo looking at you before, but you definitely saw the guards eyes on you a few times. And that was the right thing to say to piss him off because the next thing you know you’re backed against a mirror with an angry mobster holding your throat.

“This body is mine, I’m the only one to see it!”

Snarling in your face before leaving without letting you bark back at him. Oh if he though you were going to leave it at that then he wasn’t as smart as you thought.

Storming after him, throwing your clothes at his chest, he definitely wasn’t expecting that given his wide eyes which give you enough of a distraction that you can make it outside still wearing the red lingerie. Gaining mixed reactions, girls are shocked while men drool.

A large hand around your arm pulls you to a stop. Ruining your runway strut along the brick road like you were a Victoria secret model.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s my body I choose who sees it.”

Flashing an innocent smile while stepping back waving at your body. Successfully getting the twitch in his eye to go off, wrapping a large blazer around you pulling you behind him mumbling while you struggle to keep up in your heels. Bumping into his back when he suddenly stops.

“This will go a lot easier if you stop fighting me every chance you get.”

“I didn’t want this! Why would I make it easy for you?”

Sighing deep from his chest looking genuinely in pain and tired so you’ll give him a break and a chance.

“I want something normal to eat tonight make it French, we’ll start there.”

Hope you guys like this and the series! Me requested are still open.

Series tag list: @calirindo

[marshmallowprotection]

so...I'm someone who kins Saeran very heavily- each different Saeran included, though I tend to lean most into SE Saeran. and for me, Rika is a pretty severe trigger to the point I have to mute her voice in the game & max speed through most her dialogue because I'll end up shaking and getting so angry because she's so similar to who was my main abuser. like. I hate her so much I go into a blind rage just seeing her name and especially when she justifies abusing, drugging, gaslighting, etc. Ray & Saeran in his route.

anyways, because of how angry she makes me, as an mc, I know I'd be outwardly very hostile and aggressive towards her. so I was wondering...if Rika came around in the SE timeline at some point to "apologize" to Saeran (in quotations bc I know she very much plays the victim which is disgusting and don't believe she could be genuine here), how would SE Saeran react to an mc s/o who's normally very timid and quiet being, for her, surprisingly hateful towards Rika?

Ik GE Saeran wouldn't want this bc he has a different way of processing his trauma and how he wants to heal from it. He wants to forgive Rika so he can move forward with mc...but I'm not so sure where I land with how SE Saeran would feel seeing something like that...even as a kinnie lol

SE Saeran isn’t like GE Saeran. He isn’t kind and he isn’t forgiving, per se. He just cannot imagine ever letting go of his frustration and anger because it’s the only thing that he has. He won’t lash out anymore... at least, at Saeyoung or the RFA, nor you. His anger is muted but it exists within him and he knows that it’s okay for him to hold onto it because it’s a reminder that he was hurt and that he needed to know that none of this was a dream or sick joke. 

It’s why he hasn’t got his tattoo covered. It’s a reminder to not fall back into the way that he used to be and the way that he doesn’t want to be anymore. He’s not forgiving people and letting go of his anger, he’s not had the same chance in his life that the Saeran in AS has. He wasn’t given a chance to get help before he hit rock bottom and lost himself, and he’s just lucky that he’s able to be here now after Saeyoung yanked him away. Sometimes he feels like he’s trapped in the bunker, and in some ways, it does feel like that. 

There’s no agency but their dad is still out there and Saeyoung is rightfully worried. Sometimes he can be smothering about it, but deep down, Saeran gets why he’s like that, but it doesn’t mean he is kind to him all the time. He’s not going out of his way to scream at him and be angry, he’s realized that there is no point in that. It’s not Saeyoung’s fault, no matter what his mind tells him, but it’s not going to be rewritten in a day. He just let everything happened when he was robbed of his choice over and over again. 

Everyone always forced him to do what they wanted. Even now, even though Saeyoung has good intentions, he dragged Saeran from the hospital and took him away to protect him, but Saeran would have liked a chance to decide for himself what he wanted. He gets why Saeyoung did it, but that doesn’t mean he’s let go of what it feels like to be forced into something. Saeyoung decided, V decided, and Rika decided. When does he get to decide? 

Never? 

This plays into his attitude and how he feels about things, and there are points when he can be generally standoffish and overwhelmed with everything as his tired eyes rest on the ground. It’s not worth the energy anymore to lash out at other people, and he’s trying, but it’s so fucking hard. 

You were the first person he had ever met that told him it was okay to be angry and that it was okay to be hurt. You were the first person to let him decide what he wanted, you let him pick how you spoke and interacted. You were the first person to let him decide what to do. 

From the smallest things to the biggest things, it was always, “Saeran, what do you want to do? Is it okay to ask?” You’re always kind to him. Always so caring for someone that seems to be untainted by the hatred of the world. He likes that about you. He feels a sense of peace when he’s with you. He knows that he can be close to you and feel alright. When he’s with you, it’s like the stormy sea has calmed its flooding waters of his mind. 

That being said, he avoids almost everyone in the RFA. Jumin Han reminds him of Jihyun Kim. Yoosung Kim reminds him of Rika Kim. The other two are okay to him but he... feels dread and sick when he’s close to the aforementioned two on this list. It’s not their fault, but their proximity to his triggers is a lot for him to go and deal with. It’s better not be near them in the long run.

He’s admitted to you some of the things that have happened to him over time, but not everything... just enough that you could know how suffocated he feels in this place. You listen to every word and you respect him. You know what’s going on in his head and you always listen and validate his pain. That’s why he likes being close to you. He just never thought that...

Well, let’s just say that he never thought that he would have to deal with Rika again except for his nightmares. There’s not a lot of chances for her to find him and really, if Saeyoung knew, he would never let her get close to his brother, so it would have to happen when he was away from the bunker and away from his twin for this to occur. He feels like he can’t breathe when she finds him, and it feels like he’s slipping into hell. 

That’s when you stand up and you quite literally in no uncertain terms tell her to fuck off. He’s ripped from the dread in his gut to stare at you with wide eyes, it’s not every day you see someone so kind become so serious. He can’t find the use of his voice because of what this has triggered, but he can see so-very-clearly how you stand up for him when he doesn’t have the power to do that for himself. Normally, it would upset him to lose that control, but it’s you, and he knows that you don’t pity him. 

You respect him. 

Because you respect him, you tear into her verbally and let her know that she’s not welcome around Saeran ever again. He doesn’t want to see her and he’s made that clear with you, and you make sure that she knows that. He has no idea how you’ve managed to keep yourself afloat with your anger, every word, every trace, every second, he can hear you tell her what she did was wrong, and how she should be facing punishment for it instead of walking the streets like this. It’s so... brutally honest. 

You’re gripping your fist, and for some reason, he’s never respected anyone more in his life. 

You’re... using your anger... as a shield. 

You’re standing there to protect him using that anger. He never knew that anger could be used like this. Anger was always... a weapon, which Rika made him so he could use it to destroy things and he is still so wrapped within his anger now that it’s hard to untangle himself from it. He felt like his anger was a horrible thing because everyone always wrenched away from him when he lashed out or was honest about his pain. 

You’ve shown him that anger isn’t something to be ashamed of. You turn away from that woman, and look at him, asking for his consent to take his hand to get away from that area. Your anger is a virtue. You use it for good. He never knew that it could be used like this. 

He never thought he’d see Rika again, and he’d never knew how he would react, but his body is uncomfortable and screaming but you’ve managed to ground him in a storm. 

He takes your hand. 

And, leaves. 

A choice he was never able to make for himself in the past. He is free, he is free and he can make his own choices now, no matter what anyone makes him feel like. You’ve proven that to him. It felt like he was trapped in a haze until that time but... seeing anger used as protection instead of a weapon makes him feel like he has a lot to learn about the world. Even if he breaks down and cries later when he’s alone with you, he knows that you will always respect him and never once judge him. 

Because your heart is a sweet place, even with the hum of anger, and he wants to feel safe within it. 

[meat-husband]

Heyo! This is my first ask! I'm just really curious how different type of writers interpret our favorite slashers! My ask! How would Michael Myers (other slashers) be with a cute and innocent S/O IF IT'S OKAY can we get a REAL SERIOUS and scary Verizon of our babies!! Again no rush, do what you loveeeeee

Sometimes you just need a big murder man to sling you over their shoulder and drag you into the woods :/

Brahms

Absolutely going to abuse your goodwill for his own needs. You’re kind, helpful and almost naive, and all of these things will make it that much easier for him to worm his way into your affections, through whatever means necessary. He is not concerned with you actually loving him and staying to care for him out of that love - he’s perfectly happy to play pretend, keeping you in line with a combination of threats and petulant whining.

He wants affection. He’ll crawl into your bed at night, quietly insisting that you pet his hair and hold him until he falls asleep. Over time you start to do these things without him asking, knowing just from the way he approaches you that he’s come looking for your gentle touch. 

He knows how easy it is for you to befriend someone, which is why he limits your time away from home as much as he can. Whatever needs to be done can be accomplished with phone calls and home deliveries, where he can pull the cord if he thinks you’re enjoying yourself too much. Any unfortunate visitors that so much as say hello in too friendly of a tone run the risk of not making it off the property.

Because he’s very much aware that you’re staying there against your will, attempts at escape are almost expected. He’s still going to be furious, but he will have plans ready ahead of time to make sure that you don’t make it too far.

The most effective thing he can use against you is any hope you might have of helping him. He’ll push you to the end of your rope, when you’re ready to give up and make a break for it, then lure you back in with a not so heartfelt plea for you to stay. 

Michael

He keeps an eye on you for a long time before making a move. Maybe he’s just tired of waiting or maybe you’re getting too close to someone else, but he goes pretty quickly from ‘peeking through your windows’ to ‘in your house, waiting at the end of your bed for you to wake up and scream’.

But just because he has some sort of twisted interest in you doesn’t mean you can get out of it unscathed. He treats you like any other hunt at first, which means you have a good few hours of being chased down before you realize that his intentions aren’t to murder you.

You can scream and kick all you like, but once he’s decided that he owns you, that’s pretty much the end of it. He expects you to fall in line quickly though, and he’ll be as mean as he needs to for you to realize that you’re not getting away. 

Even once he’s got you firmly under his control, he doesn’t stop reminding you of it. He watches you from a distance when you leave the house, a looming reminder that one small misstep will have everyone around you killed in retaliation.

He can show some affection, though it’s usually more than a little brutal. Things taken from the homes, or bodies, of his victims, are common gifts presented to you after a kill. 

Bubba

You start out as a sort of pet, something he’s allowed to keep only because no one thinks he’ll manage to keep you alive for more than a few weeks. He’s a sucker for the timid way you look at him, interpreting your fear as a cute, but shy, demeanor. 

He isn’t allowed to care for you until the rest of his chores are completed, but sometimes when the house is empty, he’ll sneak into your room. It’s more of a treat for him to feed and dress you than a task. 

You aren’t allowed out of your room, but that’s another rule that he’ll break if given the opportunity. He’ll sneak you downstairs to eat in the kitchen or outside to sit in the sun, always happy to see how grateful you are to be allowed these small freedoms. He loves having you rely on him to provide the things that make you happy. 

If you use these excursions as an escape route, though, they’ll end immediately. He’s more worried than anything when he discovers that you’re gone, but once you’re back where you belong, he’ll be angry. Tighter restraints and a closer watch kept on you during the day will prevent you from trying it again. 

He likes to spoil you, giving you extra food when no ones around to notice, and dressing you up in the pretty clothes he finds on victims. A lot of time is spent being dressed up, hair brushed out and face smudged with sloppy makeup, and you always get a little treat for behaving well. 

Thomas

Thomas craves kindness from others, but he isn’t used to actually receiving it, which will instantly upgrade you from dinner to potential family member. He doesn’t trust it at first, but so long as you continue to provide soft, kind words and shaky smiles, he’ll keep you separated from the less fortunate catches as long he can.

When it comes down to it, he’ll make an effort to keep you off the dinner table, and to your surprise the family is very happy about his sudden interest in you. You find yourself being made to choose between being killed or becoming Tommy’s responsibility, and it’s not as easy a choice as it seems.

He doesn’t like it when you’re obviously frightened, trembling and crying even after the saw has cut off, and he’ll do his best to comfort you. He treats you almost like a skittish animal at first, approaching you slowly and sliding a dirty hand through your hair. He never seems to catch on to the fact that he is the thing that frightens you, not the noise.

He spends most of his time downstairs, so that’s where you end up as well. Occasionally you stay upstairs, helping with other housework, but most often you get carried downstairs right after meals, set up on a little makeshift bed where he can keep an eye on you. He sits with you between his chores, pulling you up against his side with one big arm and keeping you in place against him.

You might not warm up to the cooking right away, but he isn’t going to let you skip meals. If you don’t eat on your own, he’ll insist, forcing small bites of meat into your mouth until you successfully keep them down. He brings you food as often as he can, usually letting you eat whatever you want from his plate before he eats himself and he’s careful to make sure that you actually swallow all the food you take.

Jason

He has a big protective instinct anyways and with someone who plays up to the urge to care for and protect them, he’ll be unstoppable. But what might start out as a desire to keep you safe will quickly become an overwhelming need to just keep you. He sees how soft you are, how gentle, and he wants it all for himself.

He isn’t mean on purpose, but he isn’t used to caring for anyone else, let alone a normal human who is more delicate than he is. His hands are rough when they touch you and leave bruises even when he tries to be gentle. You flinch away from him sometimes and even though he understands why, he can’t help but be angry when it happens.

Right from the beginning, it’s established that you have to ask for what you want. He does his best to allow you as much freedom as he can, letting you out onto the porch to sit in the sun or following behind as you walk a short path around the cabin. But he can’t always let you do as you please, often denying you access to anything out of a certain distance from the cabin, and never when he isn’t with you.

Any attempt to leave is met with a frightening amount of rage. He doesn’t hurt you, but you can’t help but be afraid that he might when you get caught sliding open an unlocked window. He’ll lock the bedroom door if he has to and you don’t get another chance to sneak out of a window after he nails them all shut.

He’s very affectionate, pulling you into his lap and just sitting with you, on the couch or outside in the grass. He’s content to do all the work, petting your hair and pressing the mask against your cheek in a half kiss, but he’ll be overjoyed if you so much as settle against his chest or sigh while he strokes your hair.

Vincent

Someone who’s too polite/nervous/naive to tell him he’s being creepy? Perfect match. He’s a romantic, or what he thinks is romantic, which really just comes across as passive aggressive and unsettling. Any sort of rejection will make him cold and angry, so you’ve got to play along if you want to keep him happy.

He sort of just skips over the whole beginning portion of the relationship and jumps straight to ‘we’re a couple and you’re mine’, even though it’s only been a week. He likes to stay close to you as much as he can, keeping you in the room while he works and curling up in the same bed when he sleeps.

Very jealous of anything that manages to catch your attention for any amount of time. You rely on him to bring you things, mainly books, to keep yourself entertained in the house, but he’ll refuse to if he’d rather you spent the time with him. He’ll whittle down your options until you have to pay attention to him - ideally, you’ll sit around all day waiting for him to show up and keep you company.

He might give up eventually if you were loud and angry, fighting him every step of the way, but your quiet, resigned attitude keeps him hoping that you’re not as disinterested as it sometimes seems. He does his best to keep you happy, to show you how well he can care for you, and he knows that one day his efforts will be rewarded. 

He takes any attempt to leave very personally. It’s one of the only times you’ll see him truly angry, a firm grip on your arm as he drags you back into the house. The anger only lasts as long as it takes for him to wear himself out, breaking things in the basement and throwing supplies around the room, but afterwards he’s very depressed. He’ll crawl over to you, forcing his head into your lap and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong.

[g-lbertblythe]

Television Heaven // Rafe Cameron

Summary: As the each day passes, you fall for Rafe Cameron solemnly and irretrievably.

A/N: This song made me think of Rafe. Actually, I was thinking of Rafe then I started to listen to this one. Anyway, I was planning on something different but it got out of control. So it has really nothing to do with the song. Hope you enjoy anyway.

It might contain grammar and spelling mistakes cuz it's not my native language.

Every move you made, you made after long considerations, with caution. You questioned every little detail, calculating every probable outcome so strictly, sometimes you end up missing the chance to carry it into action. Just because you didn't want to find yourself in a situation that would make you embarrass and hurt yourself or just would make you feel something, you always choose the right and short way to do things. The logical one but the one no flowers grow. You held yourself back when you encountered with something so beautiful that may change your life, you just refused it, ignored it because you wouldn't know what to do with it. You ran away from anything in sight that may make you an idiot for doing it or make you weak, helpless; therefore you stayed away from anything unsolvable, complicated even. You didn't know everytime you ran away, you come closer the edge of falling apart. You've lived your life so guardedly, you've actually never lived. You come to understand that you never made any effect on your life, never pushed the buttons of the controlling panel of your life although you always tried to keep everything on your control. You didn't make things happened, things only happened to you. The day you became aware of this ugly truth, you also discovered a hole inside you. A hole which you use to suffocate any heavy, intense sensation you might feel. Now, it was the one taking control of you.

Lately, everyone around you was able to notice that something's wrong with you. Changed, you looked like you were fading away. You were disappearing more and more, the each day you realize the things you didn't do or things you wanted to say but never said. Because any time you don't say what you wanna say, you die a little. And you died very. Reminiscing the moments you stole from yourself pushed you an edge and you were standing the very edge, unsteady. One day you lose your balance, you start falling and you've been falling since.

The strong liquor on your lips never dried, you kept sipping one after another. You were never drunk on life before, you might actually get drunk at least. You were tired of filling your glass constantly, you left the glass on Camerons' table and head for the bottle.

"Are you okay?" Kiara asks hesitantly. She noticed something was off recently but she didn't think it will last this long. Normally nothing would affect you so long. But now, something in your eyes was missing and she didn't know what was it. She wanted to help you but didn't know how because you never needed any help before.

"Yeah, " you smiled to her slightly so she could see you can still do it and it was okay. The problem was your lips and your eyes didn't match. "You?"

She just nodded as an answer but the suspicions she had was still there. She didn't want you to be alone so when you refused to hang out at the beach with the rest of the gang, she came with you to the kitchen. But you knew, she wanted to be out there so you should gett her off the hook.

"Hey, " you said to draw her attention. "Let's head outside. I am bored here sitting."

"You sure?" She asked. "You wanted to come inside?"

You smiled, forcibly, lately every smile you gave was like that. "Yes. It turned out to be a bad idea. "

"Okay, " she said when she got up, you had to also. She was ready to walk away before you stopped her. "I'm going to hit the bathroom first. You go. "

She looked at you unsurely. "I'll wait."

You laughed, you were a little lightheaded from standing up swiftly but you didn't drink enough to get drunk yet. But she thought you were. You wished you were too. "I can pee just okay without you waiting, Kie. Tell them I'm coming and determined to drink whatever out there."

Eventually, she ended up leaving you and as soon as she was gone, you let yourself fall on the sofa again. You just needed few minutes before you head outside.

The Pogues have started becoming the huge part of your life not so long ago. You think the awareness hit you just after you met them because they were the most animated people you've met. They were full of spirit although some of their lives weren't always bed of roses, still they managed the find attraction and beauty in other things. You admired them before, now you envied.

The cold hit you as soon as you stepped outside but you liked feeling the breeze on your bare arms. The cold was all you feel anyway. You knew exactly where your friends at, before worrying Kiara any longer, you made your way to them before you saw of a guy that one beer bottle in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. Watching your friend from afar. You pushed the urge of considering if you should go near him or not. You were going because you didn't go so many times before.

"Hey, " you let him know of your arrival. His upper body moves to face you only to see you looking at him with your unfinished bottle on your hand. He turned back to keep watching his sister and the junk she brought along with her. He never ever liked them and he never will but he had to behave because his father told him to. Rafe could only behave himself to a certain extent. He tried to stop himself making their life like hell but failed so many times that you forgot how many times you had to stop himself from hurting your new friends. He was mad at Sarah bringing them into your lives and he was mad at you for joining in this quest and defying him about this matter. You knew Rafe felt like the Pogues were the ones blame for everything that goes wrong in his life and almost anything he does and and he has goes wrong. Yet he was almost sure they were guilty of everything that happened. He had a temper and an addiction that makes it worse. He was confused and lost in so many ways, he was all over the place. Regarding the fact he wants do right by his family, friends and by you, he always and always ends up doing the worst of there is. Rafe's choices was never right and until that moment, you couldn't picture yourself being jealous of him because still, he had a say in what he had done with his life. The kind of life you regret having maybe, however with the pills mostly, he thinks nobody has it right but him.

Rafe was angry at his father, at himself and at you. He was angry at everything. He no longer knew what has left for him anymore. He has never received anything from his father but the disappointment he caused him. The things used to be his now was taken over by others. His part of the island, his so called values, his friends even and you too. Rafe knew you for so long although you were almost distant with everybody, you shared a huge deal of time together. Mostly because you had close family relationships and Kooks hanged out together all the time until his little sister violates that rule.

"Your new friends turned you into an alcoholic, huh?"

He said coldly as possible, still bitter about you stood between him and JJ Maybank and chose him over him. Well, he didn't expect you to be on his side because you would never. You had principles or some kind of shit he lacks, however he didn't expect you to be on his side too.

"My oldest friends couldn't turn me into an crackhead, I thought I might as well try this one." You said, trying to sound as cold as him but you couldn't make it last so long. "You look like you hadn't drown yourself in snow."

He faced you. "Yet."

You smiled looking at the ground and it was a real one. Rafe was frustrated to so many and sometimes to you but you like to talk to him sometimes. All the time, probably. You didn't know exact amount because you started avoiding being around him for too long after sometime in your life. Because you felt your heart pounding in your chest in a way that so weird as he talks to you and looks at you a little too long. You couldn't take the risk of acknowledging that feeling and letting it grow.

"No lectures about how I shouldn't do it?" Rafe asked you surprisedly. Because he wouldn't hear the end of it generally.

"Would you take them seriously?" You said. Somehow, you felt like grinning like a idiot and you didn't stop yourself from doing it. You asked him, one brow lifted up, playfully. Not like the times you fake being playfull. For real.

As you talk to him, he was about to forget he was mad at you. He grinned at your way. "Nah."

And the way he smiled it was so deadly, but he felt so heavenly just like that.

"You see, I've learned my lessons." You say to him and he just shrugges.

Rafe wasn't the type to approach people with an passive aggressive attitude. He would go with full active. But tonight, what he felt the most was so sickening feeling like sorrow but not, destructive one like hatred which he usually feels most. Therefore he looked calmer outside but the war was going inside his mind and his chest. Yeah sometimes even he had one of those melancholic days.

You felt uneasy as he wasn't even looking at your way to answer. It was like you didn't get what you came here for. He just stood there, making you wondering what he was thinking of at the moment.

Your eyes caught JJ, looking worried as his eyes searched for you in the crowd then they found you. He paced towards to you, seeing Rafe, he thought you might need to be saved from him. "Hey, where've you been?" He asked you after he sent brief glares to Rafe and he recieved the same ones in return. "We were waiting for you."

Rafe felt so regarded before by everyone else, he knew you would have gone. Again.

"You coming?" JJ had to ask as you didn't say anything.

"I think I'll stay here for now. " You sounded so clear that although Rafe was surprised that you wanted to stay, he didn't think he heard you wrong.

"Are you sure?" He said and couldn't stop himself from looking at Rafe. Rafe hated that look and the way he was being protective of you like he would hurt you.

"She said she'll stay, didn't she? Beat it."

JJ turned to Rafe, his jaw clenching in anger. "I don't remember talking to you man. " He sounded hostile as possible.

As Rafe took a step towards to him, JJ was also ready to pick up another fight so he didn't hold himself back.

"Hey, hey!" You had to step in and pushed them away from each other but it was hard because they were always so willing to beat each other up.

"I'm tired of doing this again and again. " You left your hand on Rafe's chest but didn't move the one on JJ's, the one also holding the bottle. He didn't have much common sense either but still was better than Rafe. "I'm sorry to ditch you guys but I need to talk to Rafe."

JJ had seconds thoughts but he left you eventually. Rafe went back to being silent and didn't even ask you what was you wanted to talk him although he wondered.

"You had to be the alpha, didn't you?" You asked just to hear him answering.

"This is my house, I am the fucking alpha here." He spits nearly. He tried his everything to not make a scene but it was a hard battle he had fought inside. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, the way he's so annoyingly silent and the way he looks so mad but hurt at the same time was confusing you. You couldn't know you either hate him or hug him so tightly that he should never feel broken again. You knew all he did, he did it to make everyone around you to love him.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Is this what you wanted talk about?" He stares at you, answering your question bothers him so he doesn't.

"No." You said. No use of him confirming his anger, it was obvious.

"Just cut the to chase then. Your boyfriend waits for you."

You reached for the cup in his hands and it took him by surprise. "He's not my boyfriend." You said as his eyes widened by the sudden move from you, trailed your hand until you threw the cup to the ground. Then they turned to see your expression to figure out what you up to. You were a little too close.

"What are you doing?" He asked slightly angrily, slightly astonishedly. His pink, soft lips moved so beautifully, you had hard times focusing on his eyes.

"I want you to be sober for this."

You smiled as you grabbed his hand that held the cup the seconds ago. He was baffled by your soft touch, something was different about you tonight.

You pulled him with you and he didn't move at first as he tried to make sense of what you are doing. This was as strange to him as it was to you because your remember how many times you avoided being close to him. When you were talking to him casually or you were fighting with him, you felt so uncomfortable when you get too close to him. He was like this stunning and mesmerizing thing you felt his energy all over you but if you touched him or stay too close, you would get burned. How many times you wanted to hug him, hold his hand, pat his shoulders but you just didn't...

"What are you doing?" He asked, you had a loose grip on his hand and as you two moved swiftly, he was scared that it might break off. "Where are we going Y/N?"

"Be patient just for once."

And he had to be, however he never liked not knowing what's coming for him.

"Are you drunk?" Rafe said as soon as you stopped in front of him, making it to your destination. His eyes wandered around the balcony to see If there's something he sould notice but he's missing. But there were only you and him.

You rolled at your eyes the fact everyone's assuming you're drunk when you never felt so sober and wide awake before until now.

"No, Rafe. I am not." You even left your bottle at the beach.

"Why did you bring me here?"

You had to let go of his hands but your eyes never left his face. There was something with him that you could never understand before. You look at him and never want to see anything else. You could watch him for hours and days and still wouldn't want to look away. How foolish you would sound if you said these out loud.

Rafe waited for an answer but all you did was stare at him blankly.

"Why are you being weird Y/N? You high?"

You walked towards to the edge and left him behind you but turned away to see him, leaning back on the parapets. You had this idiotic smile on your face that just can't go away when you see him. You kept it hidden all this time but no longer fight the feeling.

"No. I am not drunk. I am not high. How many times I have to repeat myself?" You didn't sound sarcastic or angry, on the contrary Rafe found your tone extremely cheerful and it left more confused with the the situation.

"But you don't seem that way. " He admitted. The girl he knows was earnest, restrained and would do what what expected from her. It was annoying to him time to time because you were perfect example people-his father- gives when how he should be like. You were decent and kind, type of person who knows what to say to the people older than you. You were more relaxed and fun when you were with close friends. He liked that you could do it many ways but he always found you hard to get to. You would only let people in -or only him to the some point and would just go ice after that point. You were sharp with your words too If you wanted to and would know where to hurt when you want to hurt somebody but you only did to him once or twice. Probably they were the only times you actually went so cruel with anybody and Rafe was the only person could enrage anyone despite of how calm this person is. Rafe thought you had a side that you kept in secret and he was aware and impressed by that.

Now, you stood there, your hands on the parapets and your head tilted to your side with a small smile on the corner of your lips. You didn't look that weird but the energy you radiate was most peculiar.

He looked up and down. "You seem different."

The way he sound was like a melody. "How come?"

He only shrugged his shoulders and watched you giggle, breaking the silent night with it. You didn't know why you did it, it just got out of you.

Rafe took a step towards you, his eyes squinted with worry. "Are you okay?"

"Oh my God, could you just stop it? I am fine Rafe. "

"Then speak. Why did you bring me here? You're acting insane as fuck." He was impatient now and you were a little upset he thinks you are insane. So being out of your character just for a night and even he thinks you're insane. Your mood was spoiled.

"You can leave If you want. I didn't bring you here to fight. "

You sounded hurt and he couldn't comprehend how did you get too sensitive. You would scream at each other and you wouldn't even fling.

"Okay," he said to ease the tension. "Just tell me why are we here."

His words didn't bring your cheerful attitude back but you still continued. "Do you remember the summer two years ago? You and Sarah stayed here when Rose and your dad went to Caribbean's along with Wheezie?"

Rafe nodded slowly, wondering about why the hell you were bringing this up. "Yeah, we threw the biggest party this island has ever seen." He said little proud with himself.

He hoped the way he chuckles would make you all giggly again but you kept a straight face.

"It had started as fancy party at first. Sarah and I really wanted it to be like Midsummers because we wanted to feel like grownups in our fancy clothes." You smiled softly with remembering all of this. "And Topper was down with the idea because he wanted attention from Sarah. We even convinced you to it."

"And I remember we end up trashing the house at the end of the night though. "

"It was a mess." you said with a small smile that was gone so quickly. You approached to him slowly, with a serious look on your face that finally resembles to your normal self. "Do you remember you put on your dad's tuxedo and it was short for you because you became a giant that year?"

Rafe nodded firmly he was nervous of your serious expression. Now, you were only a step ahead of him and you were searching for something in him that he had no idea what. "I do." He brows squinted. "I had to take it off."

" You put on your ball cap when everyone wore a bow-tie." You smiled sadly, when you remember it hurt how good he looked that night. You'd remember him like that way forever.

"You were too drunk that night. I don't think you remember and it probably didn't matter to you," you cleaned your lips with your tongue. "We were here, alone, and you told me I looked beautiful in my sundress that night."

You felt a warn sensation on your cheek and your vision got blurred before you realize you are crying. You didn't know why because you finally felt so relieved you got this out of your chest. "And I couldn't forget that moment how much I tried to. "

Tears kept falling from your eyes, not matter how hard you tried to keep them in. You were tired from deceiving yourself about Rafe and pretending like you don't feel the way you do. Keeping this hidden from him and yourself. And you hated that you're crying and being so emotional and vulnerable now.

You wiped the tears and able to stop yourself although when you finally managed to look at Rafe, your vision wasn't all clear.

He looked at you as If you are not real. When you didn't get any reaction from Rafe, you were ready to drown yourself in bottles. You couldn't believe how stupid and naive you became in a week. This was the reason you never told him. This was the situation you didn't want to put yourself in. Just like that, a tear warmed your cheek again.

Rafe reached for your cheek, cupped it in his hand hesitantly. His heart shattered when you cried. And it was because of him. His hands left you naked, staring at him and wishing you were dead.

"How can you like me?" He asked, the words didn't almost make it out of his mouth and you weren't able to see his blurry blue eyes because of your own.

You cried a little more to his words. It hurt you how he thought he was unlovable. Yes he was mean, confused and a total mess but he was so much more. Maybe he didn't knew what to say or what to do all the time, maybe everything he did was wrong but he had good intentions. He was damaged and wounded by so many places. He was chaotic, problematic and it was probably wrong to mant to like him. Yes it was hard to love him but you did love him with every inch of your body and soul. You put your hand on his cheek and his skin underneath your palm was the smoothest things you ever touched before.

"You're beautiful, Rafe." You said and you just didn't know how to explain the way you feel. It was too much, too powerful.

"No." He stepped back, shaking his head side to side. He just couldn't believe you. You... of all people, knew how bitter he is and liked him? You were amazing and breathtaking in so many ways, you could do so much more and deserve so much better. And he was wretched soul, not even his father loved him. How could you possibly do?

"Don't fuck with me, okay?" He was angry at you playing with his mind like this. You were being cruel again, hitting where it hurts. "You don't." He said it like it is impossible for someone to love him because somehow, it was for everybody around him.

"I do."

He looked at you like you committed an unspeakable crime. Like you were trying to deceive him into that he has what he always seeked for. "Don't fucking lie to me. You don't." He said and a tear fell from his eyes. "You.." he had to take a deep breath to continue. You... A creation that is above him. "You can't."

If he only knew how he made you feel. If he knew how many times you pushed back the thoughts of him when they suddenly came to you and made your days unbearable. How you convinced yourself that he doesn't mean anything to you and felt sick in your stomach when you saw him with another girl and wished it was you instead. He had a possession in your heart without his knowledge and today was the day that part declared its freedom.

"But I do, Rafe. I spent so much thinking that it's nothing, thinking it is wrong, but I just do. I don't care if it is anymore, Rafe. I always tried to do what's right, it got me nowhere. If this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right."

You brushed his hair back and he was breathing heavily in your face. "Don't push me away." You whispered. "Please."

"I might never be this brave again." You kissed him, slowly made your lips as one. His skin burned you when his lips felt like heaven. When he gently kissed you back, you felt like nothing in this world could make you feel better than this.

Although you needed him more than the air your lungs lacked, you had to pull away. Your breaths melded with each other and now you got a taste of it, you didn't want to stop. Your lips once more was intertwined with his and they danced softly on yours. As your movements became more passionate, he followed you replacing his hands on both of your cheeks and pushing himself closer to you as if that was even an option, If it were, you'd do it sooner.

You wanted more and more. The scary truth that's been invading thoughts had no chance of fighting with the desire you were burning with. Him not loving you back as you do love him would kill you tomorrow but tonight you were born again.

[yanderecandystore]

TW/Tags: ai x reader // slight mentions of violence // missing/kidnapped // low-key I was so tired when I wrote this 😳- // manipulative h o e

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Reverse

 A lovely girl was sitting on a bench on the train station, all by herself. She seemed  distracted by her portable little game, and although she was alone and seemed to be lost in her own little world, people that walked past her would instantly get lost on her appearance.

 She looked like the definition of a dream itself. Long pale pink hair, caramel skin tone and shiny, lilac colored eyes. Hell, most people past through her thinking she was cosplaying or wearing a costume of some kind, so they didn't pay mind to the odd details.

 But those that were close to the girl were intrigued. Her eye color and hair color and length weren't anywhere near common, yet somehow, it looked natural on her. As if she was born with them. Her appearance was indeed, out of this world.

 Like a pastel, sugar coated dream.

 Her looks were enchanting, and it was easy to see why everyone would give her so much attention without her ever noticing or paying attention to them. She was eye-catching.

 She was wearing long, baggy clothes, in multiple colors, all in pastel. Some people were so in awe by her looks that they asked her to take a picture with them.

 "- Oh! I'm afraid I'm too busy for that." She would tell them, her voice was pure and sweet, but she wouldn't look at those people while talking to them. She would easily dismiss them and go back to her little game.

 Smiling all the time, clearly enjoying her time.

 Some of the people around thought that it was okay for her to deny strangers to take pictures of her, but some thought she was being extremely narcissistic.

' She came here looking like that and she can't even take a picture?'

 ' How rude!'

 ' She came here looking for attention, and now that she gets it, she acts like a saint.'

 They would think. Until someone came into the picture and decided to speak up what was on their mind.

 "- Unh, hey! You. What are you doing sitting here?" Asked a girl taller than the pink haired one. This tall girl had brown hair, white skin, and brown eyes.

 The lovely lonely girl, however, didn't answer.

 "- Hey! I'm talking with you!" The brunette said, getting angry at how dismissive this girl was being.

 "- Oh, hi, I'm kinda busy right now-" She would give her usual response, waving an arm around to shoo off the frustrated girl, when the brunette grabbed her arm to take her attention away from the console.

 "- You're just playing a stupid game, that is my seat! My stuff was right on top of this bench, have you seen it or not?" Said the brunette, giving the pastel girl one last glare as a warning and freeing her arm.

 When she let go of the girl's arm, the brunette noticed a sudden, sinister change on the girl's cheerful attitude.

 "- Stupid game? Camille, you're the one trying to pick up a fight over a seat. Besides, if you can't find your backpack it's probably your own fault, not mine." The pastel girl said, sounding a lot more serious and smugly while mentioning the other girl's name and items.

 Camille was shocked.

 "- How…. How did you-" Camille tried asking. Where could this strange girl have ever learned her name before? But before she could ask, she was interrupted.

 "- Come on, there are plenty of seats for you to take, and maybe someone else has seen your tras- Stuff! you should be going now." The girl was loosing her patience. She knew Camille was terrible as a girlfriend and as a person, but she didn't think you would fall for such a bully.

 "- … Maybe this is what you really like…" Whispered the pastel girl, presumably to herself. She was focused completely on her own game, and smirking at the various ideas going on her head.

 While she was having fun, Camille was a furious. This girl not only disrespecting her, but she didn't answer where did she heard her name from! Also did she just hide Camille's backpack somewhere?? How else would she know that it was a backpack if she didn't see it!

 Camille was supposed to meet up with a certain idiot right now, that dude hasn't even called yet to cancel their date, but since they didn't show up, and this chick is making her angrier and more scared by the second, she thought of a plan.

 "- Wait, what-"

 Camille took away the mysterious pastel girl's game. She wouldn't really steal it, she just needed the girls attention for a second.

 "- Now tell me where have you learned my name, and where is my stuff you little-" Camille was interrupted by a sudden noise made by the game. The character that was on the screen had spoken, and the sound had put her off guard.

 The character in the game looked oddly familiar although being really cartoon-ish, and their expression was of pure distress. Their message was clear, even if it was glitchy and disturbing.

...

...

…

"- What the- Argh!" Camille was about to try and take a better look, when the other girl punched her stomach with all the force she could and took her game away from her.

" > [Y/n L/n]:

Ḥ̴̇e̴̱͗ ̷̤͗L̸̨̈́p̸̲̄ ̵͓͒m̸̉͜E̴͈̚ ̷͈̈C̴̻͠a̶̟̿ ̴̻̔m̷͕̿Ị̸̄l̵͈̓ ̴̭̆L̴̥̂e̸̢̐!!!. , . "

"- Help! Help! This girl tried to rob me!" The girl cried wolf as she started running away. Was she acting, or was she genuinely concerned about her property? Who knows.

Camille was left all by herself to deal with the officers at the train station, as the girl with pink hair entered the train without hesitation. In the cameras it seemed clear that Camille was being aggressive, and that the pink girl only tried to defend herself.

The pain in her stomach and the headache from hearing her parents yell at her on the phone, weren't enough to make the feeling of dread go away. What she saw on that psycho's game was a image that would haunt her for the rest of the night, maybe her whole life if she didn't find answers quickly.

She needed to call you immediately and see if you were okay. She can't believe she blamed you for ditching her when- When...

On the other side of town, inside a train filled with tired people going back to their homes after a long day of work, there was a lovely pastel girl, playing on her portable console.

"- That was close, wasn't it?"

She asked the screen, or more accurately, the adorable character on the screen. She would poke their little cheeks and they would squirm to the player's touch.

They couldn't yet talk with her, as communicating from inside the game with text messages was pretty difficult to them.

Not that they wanted to talk with her. She took their live away from them, and trapped them here. In this pastel, virtual dream world.

"- I don't know what I would do without you, [Y/N]. How about we play a minigame to distract ourselves from what happened?"

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I'm sorry if I haven't answered any asks and that I've been so slow with content. I feel like there is a lot in my mind. I'm going to start having online classes Monday, and I think I'm freaking out about it.

I was planning on showing this after I answered everyone's asks, but I feel like this is a better time to show this concept.

So, here it is a Yandere A.I.

You, my dear reader, found an cartridge containing an game about making friends and possibly even dating cute cartoon characters on a dollhouse-themed "life simulation".

You started to interact with a character with pastel aesthetic, that although being really sweet at first, they had a darker side to their motivations.

In this fanfiction, they're represented as a girl, but I made two appearances so you could choose each gender you like more.

They fall in deep love with you, and decide they can't let you keep interacting with anyone else, even your friends.

Camille is a girl who you started dating with, and although you love her, her tsundere tendencies and bully persona made you distance yourself from her. So you vent your problems to your favorite character, even if you thought deep down that they weren't listening.

Oh, but they heard. Loud and clear.

Your girlfriend needs to go.

This is them. Kinda. I don't have names yet.

I'm sorry, I'm just tired. :p

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[jaehyunsuh]

nct 127 reaction to: s/o being jealous and petty

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

summary: you are both at your friends birthday party and your boyfriend (nct member) approaches excited to a girl you have never seen before, he is talking to her enthusiastic and she begins to be a little touchy and flirty what makes you jealous since he isn't doing anything to avoid it.     

taeil

i feel like Taeil wouldn't enjoy your childish at all, he seems pretty mature and also chill so he doesn't wants you to come and interrupt his inner peace.

"What's up? You have been acting weird all night?" He enters the leaving room, taking off his jacket and placing in on the living room.

"Oh my god, don't all innocent." You say with an annoyed face.

"That girl was all over you and you didn't thought about telling her you have a girlfriend or just to leave you alone."

Taeil sighs frustrated. "Y/n, are you serious? She used to go to the same class as me and we were surprised to be at the same place. That's it." He tries to put on a calm voice since he doesn't want to start a fight.

"And that gives you both the right to flirt in front of me and act like I'm not there? Please go lie to someone else." You stand up grabbing your purse continuing to walk to your bedroom.

"Y/n is always like this. You want to have everyone's attention, make things about you and fight about stuff that doesn't even makes sense.

"If you did the same i probably would have to swallows my words because you would come at me and play the victim. I'm sorry but i can't take this anymore." He grabs his jacket making his way to the door and slamming it while leaving.

you are hurt because of Taeil words. Are you really always acting childish and playing the  victim? You start feeling upset and proceed to go to bed thinking about how can you fix this whole thing. Taeil is a wonderful man, he doesn't like to fight or discuss, he never makes you mad and is always so thoughtful. You start realizing how the things he said were all truth and probably has been feeling like that for some time. The last thing you need right now is having conflicts in your relationship so you better find a way to solve things with him.

it's 3am already and Taeil hasn't arrived, suddenly you hear the door close and immediately stand up and make your way to the living so can solve things with Taeil.

"Hi." You say in a low voice staring at the floor. Taeil looks at you disappointed and then turns his head to the fridge pretending he didn't hear you. 

"Look, i know this isn't the first time I've acted like this and i know i look like an idiot everytime i do it. Taeil you know I'm not good with words but i love you, and you are the best person i have. I've realized that my actions and attitudes through situations like this aren't the best but i act like that because I'm scared of losing you."

he turns his head and approaches to you, he grabs your cheek with his right hand and proceeds to connect your lips. The kiss is slow and soft, you can feel all the love that he is trying to transmit to you.

"I'm glad that we clarified things now, i hope this causes a positive change in you. I love you and i hate seeing you like that. I love you and i always will." He leaves a sweet kiss on you cheek and after gives you a sweet smile.

johnny

johnny seems like he would be kind of jealous about his s/o and kinda enjoys when she gets like that as well, it makes his ego feel good. Perhaps he doesn't like when she overreacts about it and start making up things. He can joke about it at the beginning but the he will be annoyed.

"Hi babe." He whispers in your ear leaving  kiss in your cheek.

you don't answer, give him dead eyes and continue to take off your makeup.

"Oooh i see, someone's jealous for the girl at the party." He jokes

"I wanted to take here somewhere but since she rejected me i came here with you." He laughs making fun of you. You keep ignoring while he is just making you become angrier.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you." He gives a innocent smile. "Come on, let's watch a movie." He hugs your from behind and you move trying to escape his arms.

"Johnny, you always take everything as a freaking joke." You say staring at him.

"You left me alone and went to spend the whole night with this girl. You were flirting with her the whole party and you didn't give a damn that your girlfriend was there."

"Y/n, she is just a friend. You know i only want you." He tries to caress your hair but you stop his hand."

"Don't touch me."

"Oh my god y/n, don't even start with this sh*t." He claims annoyed.

"Oh my Johnny don't make me laugh. Whenever a guy is near me you become extremely possessive and i always try not to confront you so we don't fight." 

"If you are just going to compare I'm gonna leave, you don't even see how much you are overreacting. You are always making things bigger than they are, stop being so dramatic." He leaves the room leaving you standing by the bathroom door.

you sight in frustration since you don't want to be right but you have to accept he is. A few hours past and you hear Johnny watching tv while you take turns staring at your phone and the bedroom's ceiling. You decide to make your way to the living room so you can talk to your boyfriend.

"Johnny." You say in a sweet voice, sitting next to him and placing you head on the couch.

"Uhm". He hums

"Baby, I'm sorry. I know sometimes i overreact and make scenes but is just because i love you so much and i unconsciously want to protect you from falling in love with someone else and me." You stare at his eyes being honest at him.

"You are so adorable when you pout." He smiles.

he leans onto you and grabs your low back pulling you closer to him. The kiss is heated, needy and intense. Whenever Johnny or you are jealous both of your egos increase and lowkey becomes satisfied because of how much you care about each other. You feel his smile through the kiss and start smiling too. You are just so thankful and happy to have each other.

"Please let's kiss like this more often." He smiles sweetly.

"But without making a whole scene before, please." He makes a funny expression and the laughs leaving a kiss on your forehead.

taeyong

for me taeyong is completely agaisnt his s/o acting all childish and jealous. He thinks he has made clear he is really picky when it comes to to relationships and even if he is really into someone they will realize how hard it its for him to like someone. So that's why he wouldn't find it with no sense if his s/o even has the slightly thought of him being attracted to another person.

"Y/n, do you want something to eat?" He smiles. You turn back at him and give him dead eyes and stare to the tv again."

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did something happen?" He approaches to the couch you are sitting caressing your arm.

"I don't want to talk about it." You grab his hand separating it from where it was placing.

"Y/n, we said that whenever we felt something we were going to talk about it." He has calm tone.

"So you want me to talk about it? I'll talk about it, you were with this girl the whole night and didn't even pay attention to me." You say in a loud voice.

"Sweetie, you know she is just a friend, don't overreact."

"Overreacting? I'm not overreacting. How would you feel if i ignored you with someone else the whole night. You don't even care about what i say, you need to be brave and at least tell me the truth."

"You know what's the truth? Maybe i enjoyed spending time with a girl who wasn't screaming right at my face and not even trying to solve problems, just focussing in her, her! And no one else." He says angry, grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment.

you are shocked by his words and you have never seen Taeyong like this, he is always so sweet and calm, that's your favorite thing about him. You realized how much of an idiot you are hurting the best person you know, you need to stop acting like this when you are annoyed. You are the one who needs to be brave and mature and actually talk about things instead of hurting the one you love.

a couple of hours has passed and you decide to go to the studio, you know that's Taeyong-@ favorite place, you were always to find him there after he was sad, upset, tired, angry or stressed. You open the door slowly seeing at you cute boyfriend who is sitting in the couch in front on the cabin. He turns at you but ignores you a looks at front again.

"Tae, I'm sorry, i know you probably don't want to talk to me but i need to tell you that i love so much and i hate being like this with you. I'm sorry for acting like that, i know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." You sit on the couch and grab his hand.    

"You are always so nice to me and i always mess up with my sh*tty personality." 

he doesn't let's you finish and gets close to your face proceeding to kiss you. His lips feels like are healing how stupid you have felt for the last two hours, making you feel safe. He caresses your palm softly and grabs it even tighter.

"Hey, don't ever say you mess up and that you have a shitty personality, okay? I love you and i forgive." He is really close to your face and stares right into your eyes and touches your hair.

"Okay." You give him a shy smile.

"Do you want to listen to what i made while i was upset." He smiles standing up in his way to play the song he just finished.

yuta

i feel like this guy would be most likely to be jealous over his s/o. Even though of that he would be really annoyed and would lose his patience fast if his s/o starts to act childish and overreact while being jealous. 

"So are you gonna tell me what happens or you are just gonna avoid me for the rest of the night?" He already has an annoyed voice tone.

"Look, i wasn't going to tell you anything because i wanted to calm down but since you are talking like that i guess i would have to tell you." You are so angry and annoyed and the fact that Yuta is talking to you in this tone isn't making it any better.

"You always act so innocent, pretending you are the best thing ever and showing how great of a person you are, but tonight you couldn't even pay attention to me, flirting with you little friend and leaving me on the side." You roll your eyes and sit on the couch placed on the living room.

"Since I'm the best thing ever i think i can find someone as great at me, bye." He says firm with a clear angry expression on his face.

you start crying of frustration seeing how your childish actions make your boyfriend act completely different. Yuta has a strong personality and always express his feelings without holding back but even though of that he was always the sweetest person with you. He always listens to you carefully and gives the best advices. You can lose you man just like this.

you go to the Han River and walk until you find a beautiful yuta sitting on the floor, drinking beer and staring at the night view. Even though it's 2am Seoul is pretty active at this hour, you can see some other couples hugging and laughing sitting around the grass as well. You walk slowly to were Yuta is and sit beside him.

"Oh so you came." He takes a sip of his beer and doesn't take his eyes out of the river.

"Yuta, look, I'm so sorry that i say so many stupid stuff. I wasn't thinking clearly and just started saying things without even thinking about. You don't believe you are the greatest all the time and even if you do i'll give you the credit for that. You are the best boyfriend ever, you always listen to me and let me cuddle when i get sad. You are the best for me and i hope you can forgive me." 

Yuta looks at you and smiles, proceeding to grab your face with the opposite hand where he is holding his beer. He starts kissing you slowly, pulling his body closer to you and making you band against the grass, the kiss is getting more heated so you decide to push him slowly trying not to kill the vibe. You both smile at each other fluttered.

"Okay, i know I'm the best. He says playfully making you smile.

"I'll will forgive you only if you drink of these with me." He hands you a beer while showing a bright smile. You grab it and smile back him and the kissing his cheek.

"Cheers." You say clashing your drink with his.  

doyoung

doyoung would be a quiet jealous boyfriend, by this i mean that if he is bothered by something he wouldn't show it at the moment but would definitely talk about it later when you are home or smth. And if his s/o is the one being jealous and petty he would be so annoyed since he has made clear to his s/o that she is the only one for him so it would make no sense to him at all.

"Y/n, I'm your boyfriend, we have been together for two years no, i think you can talk to me if you are going through something." He says caressing your hair and giving a sweet smile.

"Doyoung, don't play the sweet and caring boyfriend role on me, I'm not in the mood." You say sitting on the couch placed on the opposite side of the room were he is seated.

"Today you didn't even care about me and now you act all kind and friendly, please stop." 

"Ha! You are funny." He uses a sarcastic tone and stands up crossing his arm with an annoyed expression forming on his face.

"Y/n, you are never in the freaking mode. You are always avoiding talking about you feelings and turning your and our problems into ways with no exit."

"You know what? I think i need to breathe a different air to see if i can get way from your toxicity." He makes his way to the front door grabbing the car keys.

Doyoung has been the best boyfriend you could ask for, he always buys you food and sweets whenever you're feeling sad, upset or angry. He has never gave you any problems. You start realizing how all the fights you've had have been because of you, he's always so calm and paying attention to you when you are complaining hysterically, giving you support and advices. 

You already know he is at a coffee Shop Where you met, since it us his favorite place in the world, so you call a taxi and make your way to the coffee shop wishing you can have a proper conversation and fix the mess you've made. You see him sitting right by the door so you rush to enter the coffee shop.

"Doyoung, i want to talk to you." You sit in front of him with nervous look.

"Go ahead." He says staring right at your eyes and taking a sip of his coffee.

"You have always been so caring and nice to me and all I do is to act childish and like a stupid. Whenever we have problems I'm the one who always starts the arguments and discussions between us and it's making me sick." You feel how your eyes star watering.

"I'm really sorry always ruining your vibe and causing trouble. I know I always avoid talking about everything but it's just because I don't know how to express well. Either way I want to thank you for always supporting me knowing the huge mess that i am, but I love you and I hope that you know that I will always be here for you just as how you are for me." You smile at him hoping that he can forgive you.

"Y/n, you never ruined my vibe." He laughs

"The most important thing to me it's that you feel good, that's why I'm always trying to support you and be there for you. Believe me, I love you more than anything else and I will always be with you. I forgive you and I appreciate that you are finally talking about your feelings and being calm that's all I wanted and I'm proud of you for that." He caress your cheek

He leans closer to you and gives you a gentle kiss. He keeps caressing your cheek while kissing you and it makes you tear up. Doyoung has been the best person you've had in your life and you appreciate every moment with him. He stops an then kisses your nose and the gives a sweet smile.

"Come on, let's go home." He grabs your hand and you leave the coffee shop. 

jaehyun

even tho jaehyun gives a fierce and strong vibe he looks like isn't into arguments and discussions with his s/o, he feels like is a waste of time and it stresses him. Also i feel that when he has been in a relationship for a long time he has already make it clear how deep are his feelings for his s/o he would be annoyed when she doubts of him.  

"Babygirl, what are you doing? You have been quiet since we left the party." He kisses your shoulder and caresses your arms softly.

"Isn't it obvious that I'm checking my phone or are you blind?" You are annoyed that Jaehyun pretends not to know what's up.

"Wow wow, you are mad, okay."

"Can i ask why?" He tries to kiss your shoulder again but fails since you move and sit on the couch."

"Oh my god Jung Jaehyun, don't try to seduce me trying to calm me down." You look at him with dead eyes and them rolling them.

"You were with that girl all night talking and flirting and you didn't even care that i was there, that's what's up." You cross your arms while staring to him.

"Babe, don't be so dramatic, she is just a friend that i haven't seen in a long time and that's it." He says in a calm tone trying to sit next you.

"Jaehyun I'm not being dramatic. This just shows that you haven't changed even a bit since we have been together, you acted all sensitive and stuff telling me how i was the first girl to ever make you feel good but you proceed to flirt with another girl in front of my eyes." You are now almost screaming and kinda attacking him.

"You are the first person I've ever opened to and now you use agaisnt me in order to make feel bad. Congratulations, you made it." He gives you and upset look and proceeds to leave. You try to stop him realizing the weight of your words.

"Jae." You whisper but he has already left.

you think about at the beginning of your relationship it took you so long for him to trust you, you always had to insist him to talk to you about his personal life and feelings. Two years has passed since you are together and everything is wonderful, you now how hard it is for him to show his real self and how new it was for him to let someone see all the sides of him, and that person was you. Now you know that you disappointed him and now he is probably somewhere upset overthinking about your relationship.

you think about were he could have gone at 3am, he isn't going to the Han River since is the easiest place were you could find him. Maybe the rooftop at his dorm? Nct lives in a small building that has a nice rooftop, you kniw how much Jae likes to go there and have talks. You take your car keys and go to the dorm. You run in the stairs to the rooftop in a rush to find your beautiful, and now angry, boyfriend.

he is sitting with his hand down and arms resting on his knees, you are hurt to see him like this and the worst part, it's your fault. You sit next to him and past his shoulder softly, he turns his head to you.

"Why are you here? Do you have something else to say?" He goes back to his original position hiding his head.

"I-i want to talk to you." You are nervous and trying no to cry.

"Y/n, is not that easy, right now i feel kind of betrayed. You are the most important person for me. I've been honest with you, i told how insecure i was about relationships and love and how you are the first girl I've ever fallen for. And you come and use that as a weapon, i can't even think cleary." He looks completely heartbroken and shaking his head on denial, not believing how you made him feel.

"Jae,  believe me I know how hard it is for you to express with someone else and share your feelings. I'm sorry for being such a terrible person and using your weakness as a way to defend myself." You olay with your hands nervously  

"I wasn't thinking clearly and just thinking about the fact that that girl was so beautiful and the way you are always surrounded by beautiful women and I'm not like that. The reason why I'm always so overprotective and react in a bad way it's because I'm afraid of losing you. I wouldn't know what to do without you and I don't want that to happen." You stare at him with tears in your face feeling embarrassed for crying and seeming so vulnerable.

he grabs your face, leans into your face and starts kissing you slowly. He begins to slide his tongue inside you connecting it with yours, he holds you low back pulling you closer to his body and intensifying the kiss. You place your arms around your neck borrowing your hand in his hair and following the kiss. The whole thing is heated, full of passion, love and relieve.

"Hey, easy, we are on a freaking rooftop." You laugh.

"I wouldn't mind showing my love right here." He places one more kiss on your lips and you both laugh at his words.

"I love you, more than anything the world. Let's not fight like this ever again, okay?." He holds your hands and give a warm showing his beautiful dimples. (I'm melting while writing this, oh my god😭)

"Okay, i love you too." You give him another small peck and smile back.

winwin

i feel like he wouldn't like to be discussing or having any type of arguments with anyone at all but he would put on an annoyed expression that his s/o would notice immediately. He would give some type of silent treatment and then talk about it while being serious. If his s/o overreacts he would be kinda confused and slightly offended because he feels like she isn't trusting him.

"I'm not even gonna hold back." You say throwing your purse on the table.

"You don't even love me anymore, you didn't spend a minute of the time with me tonight." He looks at you shocked.

"Babe, calm down, let's talk." He says calm.

"You are always trying to be the nice and friendly boyfriend, please stop playing that role and start acting like an adult. You are always so quiet and never confront the truth." You are angry and rolling your eyes. He makes a sad expression and stays in silence for a few seconds. 

"Uhm, okay, if that's how you feel, bye." He proceeds to leave by the front door.

how can you be such an idiot? Winwin has been the best boyfriend ever and even since you've meet he has always been so honest and caring with you, he has never gave you any trouble and just showers you with love and support. You're sick to see how problematic you have become on the left this months of your relationship, but you think is just because you want to stay with him forever and that's the type of protection you use unconsciously.

you make your way to Ten'a house where he was must be staying. He is th friend who helps you solve your problems and intermediates when you need help. You knock the door and Ten opens it telling you that Winwin is in his room. You enter and see a sad Winwin laying on bed looking at the ceiling.

"Hey." You say almost whispering.

"Hey." He uses a serious tone not even turning his head to look at you.

"Winwin, I know for a fact that I'm the reason why we why we always fight. I'm so sorry for being such an idiot and causing you problems." You gasp.

"I'm tired to being the one that makes you upset. And if you wonder why I have been acting like this on the last this month it's because you have been so busy and full of schedule, meeting so many pretty girls and fans and need just makes me worried that you're going to leave me and I will have to continue to find my problems by myself. I'm sorry i just want us to be together forever i guess." You at the floor disappointed at yourself wishing he can understands you feelings.

"Y/n, I'm never gonna leave you alone, I'm never going to abandon you. Trust me, okay.? He gets close to your face giving a sweet smirk.

he caresses your cheek slowly and softly, giving you the sweetest kiss ever. He holds you wrapping you in his arm, making you feel safe and calm. You continue the kiss and then he is at the top of you while you are laying on the bed. He stops the kiss and sits again.

"I'm sorry, i forgot this is Ten's bed." You both laugh

"I love you." He kisses your forehead and grabs your hand guiding you to the door so you both can leave to home.   

jungwoo

oh my god my baby jungwoo, he is the cutest person ever!! He would definitely hate to fight with his s/o if he feels jealous he would probably become upset and pout🥺 and then his s/o would find out and talk about it. If his s/o starts acting childish and jealous he would be upset and sliiiiiighty annoyed since he always is so kind and calm so he would be quiet and try to give you the reason unless you attack him, in that case he would give you some type of silence treatment.  

"Y/n can we please talk?" He says worried. 

"You look upset." He pouts and looks at you trying to read your feelings.

"Jungwoo, the thing is that i can't believe how you have played the innocent the role this whole time just to ignore me with a girl today. You are unbelievable." You sight annoyed.

"W-what do you mean? I didn't do anything." He looks even more upset now.

"I don't want to see you right now."

"Okay." He gives a fake smile. You enter your room frustrated and minutes after you hear the front door closing.       

how could you even fight with Jungwoo? he is the sweetest human being on Earth. At the beginning of your relationship he was so shy and quiet and you always have to insist him to go on dates with you and even watch movies with you. Even thought of all, he overcame his shyness and start to being the most caring and wonderful boyfriend in the world. You never did anything that could hurt him since he's just so pure and kind-hearted. This is the first time a discussion happens between you two.  

You need to fix this and you needed to fix it now. You go to playground nearby your house and search for him, he always goes there when he is feeling sad or stressed. He says it's a special place because it reminds me of it reminds him of good times. He's sitting looking at the families that are hanging out there and you proceed to sit next to him.

"Baby, I'm sorry for yelling at you. You have always been the best boyfriend ever and I'm paying you like this. It's just that you are so nice and sweet and i thought that girl wanted to take advantage of you. I trust you, i really do, please forgive me." You say completely disappointed at your actions.

he gives a sweet smile and proceeds to connect your lips together. You feel a whole zoo in your stomach, relieved at the reaction you got from him. He stops kissing your lips and gives you a little kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you for appreciating me and wanting to solve things so fast, i couldn't have pick someone better, i love you." He hugs you tightly making your heart feel calm and warm.

mark

mark seems like a friendly and nice guy, i see him talking about his problems with his s/o but in a reality mature way expecting her not to overreact since he likes to talk in a chill manner.   

"Y/n, come sit, let's talk." He says patting the couch indicating you to sit next to him.

"You and your useless talk sessions, I'm tired, i want to sleep." You roll your eyes and go to the kitchen.

"Wow, so that's how you feel everytime i tell you to solve our problems?" He sounds disappointed and surprised.

"Yes, Mark. You always want to pretend to be so mature and have everything under control but sometimes it's not like that. All of the things you say are useless!." You claim firm in an angry tone.

"Whatever, talk to me when you reflection what you just said." He walks out the door looking as relaxed as always which irritates you even more. 

one of the things you like the most about Mark was his honesty, but today you are really regretting following his footsteps. Mark always expresses his worries and feelings with you but he has never been even a bit rude about it, even if I guy it's hitting on you right in front of him he will just keep calm and talk to you really chill. You've always admire his personality and how much chill he is. You wish you were just as mature as him, now you realize that's not exactly how you are behaving right now.

you make your way to his apartment. You open the door with keys he gave you, feeling like you are invading his space but it's necessary right now. You hear him playing guitar and it males you smile thinking how much you love it when he plays to you. You go to to his room and open the door slowly, he turns his head but looks at his guitar again ignoring your presence.

"Mark, i want to talk to you." You say sitting on the bed carefully 

"Okay, talk." He says fixing the strings of the guitar. 

"I know i overreacted about the whole situation and I'm really sorry. I know you always talk thing and tell me to solve misunderstandings together and i didn't even let you talk, I'm sorry if i disappointed but but i didn't even thought about what i was doing. I love you and I'm sorry." You say staring at the bed, waiting for Mark to tell you that everything was going to be okay and to keep calm like he always does.

he turns around and stares right into your eyes, he proceeds to grab your chin in between his fingers and give you a gentle kiss. His lips start moving in the most caring and soft way possible,  you slowly start to to feel how all of your worries are going away and finally feeling safe and lucky for having him.

"I appreciate that you are following my advices and paying attention to what i say to you, that's the most important thing to me." Gives you a gentle smile.

"Now listen to this song so you can see how much i love you." He kisses your lips one more time and grabs his guitar in order to start playing.   

haechan

to be honest i see him as the most likely to immediately come with and sarcastic or ironic answer to his s/o when she starts acting childish. If you can be annoying he can be like that 5 times more, he would eventually regret it and try to solce thing trying to take the lead. 

"Hey, you haven't talked to me in the whole trip home." Haechan tries to look at your face but you are watching the tv. You roll your eyes and continue to watch your show.

"Oh my god, i really hate when get like this. Act your age and talk to me!" He is clearly done right now. He hates when you give the silent treatment and act childish.

"I freaking at my age, you are the one who should stop acting like teenager flirting around with girls and acting like nothing happen." You turned to him and acted firm. He imitates your talking making fun of you while moving his hand mimicking your mouth. 

"Oh my god, so dramatic. When you stop putting a show talk to me, i'll be playing." He says unbothered and makes his way to the bedroom.

Haechan is always so hype and happy about everything and when something that invades his happiness comes he totally blocks it. Whenever you have arguments is always the same, he leaves you standing and avoiding the topic. This might be a good chance to make up and organize your goals as a couple.

you go to the bedroom where Haechan is sitting in front  of the computer playing one of the games he is addicted to, you seat on the bed that is placed slightly behind his gaming chair. Since he has headphones on you tap his shoulder.

"Don't." He says in a neutral tone.

"You are interrupting my game."

you roll your eyes and take a deep breath trying not to explode.

"LOOK KID, LISTEN TO ME!" you scream and take off his headphones. He turns his chair at you and looks at you while crossing his arms.

"Go ahead." He says looking at the ceiling sassy.

"We always avoid talking about how we feel, we end up ignoring each other and acting normal in the next hour. I'm sorry for acting childish and also avoiding talking like a mature person. I hope we can solve our problems better on the future. Hyuck, i love you so much, i just want us to be okay." You say grabbing his handand caressing it softly.

"Y/n, I'm also sorry for being the one who doesn't his age and making fun of our problems. I'll work harder for our relationship to be better, i promise." 

he leans closer to you and kisses your lips softly. He is so sweet and caring, you really want things to work out even better between you too. He finishes the kiss and hugs you tight.

"We can play together now." He makes a funny expression walking to the tv and handing you the controller, you smile in agreement and take it. 

[lareinenoir]

∆ The Unwanted Marriage ∆

Loki × Reader

Request:Hey dear! I loved your fic Monster. Could you please do some Loki x reader where they are in arranged marriage and Loki doesn't like her. But one day she got hurt by someone and he got in his super protective mode. And then some fluff. Please!!!!

Authors Note; HAD A BLAST writing this!!! Hope you all enjoy this Loki fluff! 💛

*****

"You don't have to kiss me when he says, 'you may now kiss the bride'. I don't want you to think you have to do that." Said Y/N

"Your attempting to make it sound like it was a requirement to begin with." He scoffs looking up from his pedistol. "I never planned on kissing you..."

Y/N continued to look straight ahead as the servants continued to hem and fix her dress. Her eyes watered a bit and her heart beat a little faster. He was angry with Y/N. Always had been. She never knew why, though. Their were rumors around the palace that he was broken. Still broken after the loss of his first love, two years ago.

Then his mother to the dark elves.

Loki made it clear that her (his former lover) name was to never be spoken. He was left to father their son, alone. The fact that she was forced to marry Loki, but now forced to be a mother as well. She hoped that for however long the marriage lasted, which was forever, that they could overcome their differences and practice raising his son together.

So, the day came to where Y/N and Loki, arm in arm walked down the isle. Y/N looked ahead because if she dare looked back she'd run. And when they stood hands held, she gave him a gentle smile. Maybe hoping he'd return it and give her a reason to look forward to this marriage. He did smile, but it was a forced one. His lips parted as he said, "I do." and Y/N did the same. "I do."

"You may now kiss the bride."

Everyone was cheering and Loki looked to Odin with a sly grin. "I think we'll save that for the consumation."

"Now introducing Lady, Y/N and Prince Loki of Asgard!" Shouted Odin.

And so it was. Or, so to speak. Loki and Y/N were walked to the room, maids, servants, ladies in waiting, lined up at their door with flowers and gifts for "after."

Y/N and Loki separated to opposite sides of the room. She sat at the vanity and he stood near the bay window staring outside with his hand behind his back. Y/N began to take down her hair, all the hair pins and needles.

"So, what do they expect us to do." She asked quietly, finger combing her hair.

"Wrong question." He stated "You," he habe her a sideways glance with emphasis on 'you' "want to know what were going to do. Because outside those doors they want to hear lavish moaning and witness me take your virginity. Usually their are people in the room to see it for themselves, but I convinced my father to give us our 'alone' time." He said bitterly

"What does the consumation symbolize? I've heard of it and I was promised my virginity to be taken when I was to be wed. My sister went on and on"

"Get to the point." He said coldy as he continued to stare outside down below.

"I mean...if it means nothing to you then...what does it mean, Loki?" Y/N asked

"To them, we are married. Under the Gods name we are married. The consumation means, that to us, we are one. When we consumate a marriage it means we are truly in love and in it for the long run..." He said. The his eye snap towarda her and a little smirk appeara on his face as he scoffs. "I will not be sleeping with you, sharing a bed with you, because I do not love you. I have no love for you and I will never have love for you."

"You don't have to be so cruel. I see how you are with your son and I know how much he means to you. I see the way you look at him, you love him-"

"And because of him I chose to marry you! I agreed to this ridiculous marriage because of him! Because every boy...every boy deserves a mother. Every boy needs a mother. So that is your job. Be a mother to him." He said with a glare, his fingers pointed directly at her and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Nothing." She nodded "That's what we do, nothing? And what do we tell those people outside our doors?"

"Our marriage is none of their business." Loki said "If you find any opportunity to take on a lover then I may remind you to help discreet. Whispers around the palace about how my wife decided to be an idiot and-"

"I know the rules, Loki." Y/N spoke up rolling her eyes. She was getting a bit fed up with his attitude. "If the sides were swapped and you took on a lover...a mistress, you'd be commemorated. In the last thousand years Asgard has been a place where men can do as they please in regards to marriage." Y/N made clear standing to her feet and pushing her hair to the otherside of her shoulder. "You'd think they'd change that law for the many of women who were forced to give everything they have into a relationship that clearly wasn't wanted."

"You think I wanted this?" Loki scoffed walking closer to her and she sfiffed her neck and stood taller as he peered down at her with a scoff.

"We both don't want this!" She exclaimed her jaw tightening. "You...you clearly didn't have any hopes or dreams of the day you were to be wed. I was promised a life of love and happiness with someone who respects me-"

"You know nothing of what I dreamed!" Loki says between his teeth. "You don't know me at all." His finger now at her chest as she backed into the vanity with her hands on the counter.

"Don't hate me. That's all I ask." Y/N protested softly. Her lip began to quiver and her voice getting tighter as she held in her tears.

And so, that night they did nothing. They went to their respective corners and didn't speak for the rest of the night. Y/N and Loki didn't have a relationship really. At least in her opinion. Three months into their marriage, Loki would bid her a "good morning" followed by a "How did you sleep."

In which Y/N would reply, "Well. And you?"

"Same as it is every night."

Occasionally Loki would ask, "What brought you joy, today" And that was every once and a while when he was feeling friendly. Y/N didn't mind it. She sort of liked it. Loki was beginning to feel it too a bit.

They slept in separate rooms and sometimes on occasion Y/N would fall asleep in her new son's bed with a book on her chest and him in her arms. Loki would walk in to bid his son a goodnight and catch her asleep. He would smile to himself and then tuck them both in. Gently placing the covers over them and walking out the room.

****

"I won't be here for bed time." Y/N explains as she sipped her tea.

"And why do you feel the need to express that in my direction?" He asked sarcastically as they continued to eat breakfast.

"For once Loki, at least attempt to listen before opening your mouth to speak." Y/N challenged making Loki clear his throat and set his fork down, giving her his full attention.

"Pardon me...I'm all ears." He grinned with a roll of his eyes.

"I won't be here because a few of the ladies and I are going out." She says appearing from behind the little divider. Loki gulped and stared at her. His wife was wearing a very revealing outfit.

"You look like one of the women at the Brothel." He commented taking his eyes off Y/N and looking to the side.

"For one night I am going to enjoy myself. You aren't going to take my joy, Loki." Y/N stated taking off the little crown and grabbing her cloak. "Read a story to him tonight and warm Goats milk. He likes it better than the cow." She giggled

He rolled his eyes and sighed as she walked out. "Just...just be careful. The dance festivals can get out of hand. I wouldn't...um- well- I just want you to safe." He warned.

As if he cared and Y/N sort of loved that. In his bitter way, Loki had been issuing sweet and concerned little comments here and there. The kind that would make a girl blush and her eyes dart to the deck so she didn't have to look him in the eye. And sometimes she'd catch a little smile on the corner of his mouth, so Y/N didn't hate him as much. There was still a warm spot in his heart no matter how much he tried to push it down.

Last week, Y/N put her hair in a different style. A nice half up half down with gold beads and it grabbed his attention. "The hair jewelry suits you, Y/N."

Then a couple more times later on in the week, Loki told Y/N "Thank you for telling my son stories. He has sweet dreams when he sleeps."

Loki laid his son to sleep and decided since he wasn't tired, he'd stay awake with a book of his own. It was only reading...reading the history of Asgard. The thickest book in the library, besides his mothers spell books. He knew the history. Page to page, but maybe just once more. At least that's what he told himself. Loki was waiting for Y/N to return home. He sat in her bedroom on the chair near the fire place waiting to hear those lovely footsteps enter the door.

"What are you doing in my room?" Y/N asked, stumbling across Loki's head resting in his hand as he blinked his eyes open.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. The book is shut and he rushed to his feet. "You're back."

"I am." She said with the hood of her cloak on her head. She spoke in a low voice and faced somewhat in the opposite direction. "Could you leave? I'd really like to get some rest. It's rather late...or early in the morning." She said walking to the door as if to lead him out.

He narrowed his brow at Y/N and reached out to touch her face. "Y/N...your face..." He was referring to the bit of red near her lip and cheek as it began to turn purple.

Y/N grabbed onto his hand to stop him, revealing scratches and burns on her knuckles and palms. "Stop!" She said still attempting to kick him out.

"Y/N, what the hell-"

"Please...get out." She says walking away from him hiding her hands a bit. "I'm fine, please just go."

"Who hurt you?" He asked, jaw clenching tight as she continued to ignore him. "I said, who. Hurt. You."

Y/N was too tired to explain. She really did just want to rest. The constant nagging about what happened during the festival, by Loki, was driving her crazy. "It was an accident." She almost shouts spinning on her heel to give him an aggravated glare.

He rushed at her, his hand, yet again, reaching to touch her bruises. "What kind of accident!" He roars, looking at her injuries with dismay. Y/N saw the fire in his eyes and he began to shutter.

"It was my fault. OK? I wasn't watching where I was going and I ran into his cart. I fell and that's it"

"Name! I want his name!" Loki said pacing back and forth. "What's his name"

"I don't know." She said with a little giggle. Y/N was more amused at how upset he was than anything. "Calm down"

"No! If you don't know his name, then I'll find him myself. I'll search-"

"Don't you think you're being a wee bit dramatic?" Asks Y/N with a sarcastic smile, still in disbelief. "I said it was an accident. Why all if a sudden-"

"Because!" He shouted and she tensed up a bit as her eyes widens. Loki finally took in a few breaths and closed his eyes to try and find the right words. "Because, I need you."

It echoed through her ears rapidly. Why? She wanted to ask, but she sort of knew. Y/N just wanted to hear him say it. Her legs shifted position and Loki bit his lip.

"I need you because I have no one." He shook his head. "I have no one left, Y/N. Besides my brother...you are all I have left."

She waltzed toward him with a bit of a gentle smile on her lips. She felt his pain and reached out to touch him as if to take some of it away. Y/N felt his arms creep around her waist, pulling her close and Loki bit his lip. He knew she understood.

"I'm not going anywhere." She whispers as their noses touch and her eyes close as she put her hands on either side of his face. Loki felt his grin radiating off him and nodded.

"I'll be forgiving this time." he said to her, eyes staring at her bruises and he brought Y/N hand to his lips, kissing her palm gently with his eyes still fixated on her. She got goosebumps and looked down. "Don't let anyone else hurt you, for as next time, I won't be so forgiving."

The End

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