#sorry if i made mistakes in my sentences i hope it's still understandable!!!!!

[whatsverstappeningnow]

how f1 drivers react

to you breaking up with them because you think you are distracting them from their career (requested) -> part two: getting back together

drivers mentioned: MV33, LN4, OP81, AA23, CS55, CL16, LH44, GR63

max verstappen

Weeks of contemplation hadn’t made this any easier. You still didn’t really know what to say, how to say it. But you knew what needed to be done. Every second you’re together is time taken away from his work. Hours wasted.

You don’t even get the words out all the way, just the beginning of a sentence, something about how maybe this isn’t fair to him, he’s distracted. He’s making mistakes he never used to make.

Max stills like you’ve poured ice cold water over him. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, eerie still.

“What are you saying?”

You keep your eyes on the floor. Meeting his gaze would hurt too much. You don’t have the strength to do it. “We need to break up.”

It’s quiet. So deathly quiet you think you can hear every thought whirl through his head at a million miles an hour. Your heart pounds heavy in your chest.

“You don’t mean it. Stop.” His voice is small, restrained.

“I do. We’re done. This is for you Max… you’re better off with me gone. I’m in the way.” You voice cracks and wavers as you speak, but you refuse to back down. You know you’re right.

Max lets out a sharp breath through his nose, like he’s trying not to raise his voice.

“You think I’d be better off?” His voice cracks on the last two words, his arms crossing like he can’t figure out what to do with us hands. “You think my life gets easier if you disappear? What the fuck?”

You start to explain, something about pressure, the pressure on him, his career, about not wanting to be the thing that takes his focus. About not being able to stand yourself if you were the reason he failed.

“Jesus, you think I don’t know pressure? You think I give a fuck about all this shit if the choice is it or you? You can’t decide for me that I can’t take it. You can’t decide that for us! For fucks sake!”

You flinch. His words hurt like a knife to the heart. His hands are in his hair, rubbing his face and then settling back into crossed arms, his chest rising and falling too fast. Then he stops.

He’s still so suddenly it makes your heart drop. He just looks… tired. The kind of tired that goes bone deep and settles in your soul. He looks up at you and you see the look in his eyes, he knows he’s already lost you.

If he won’t do this for himself, you will. You love him too much to let him fail.

“If you leave… don’t pretend it’s for me. Don’t. Just go.”

Leaving feels like giving up, but you don’t let yourself turn back. A flurry of texts erupt from your phone as you drive away from his house, a call rings. You let it go to voicemail and delete it without listening.

This is for the best.

lando norris

“No, nope, not happening.”

He’s pacing the room, a nervous energy filling his body and seemingly preventing him from sitting still for ever a second. His hands fidget, fighting for something to do. Ever since you told him you needed to break up, he has simply stopped listening. Nothing you were saying was getting through to him.

He refused to understand.

“Lando, please just listen—”

“I am listening. And you’re talking bullshit.”

You sigh slightly and look down, you’ve been fighting of tears all morning just thinking about having to have this discussion, but you can’t let yourself cry now. But still, they well in your eyes and threaten to fail your resolve. He softens instantly, moving toward you.

“I’m sorry, I just—” He looks desperate, eyes wide and searching your expression for any sign of hope. A sign that he can turn this around. Save what you have. “You can’t drop something like that out of no where and expect me to be okay with it. I don’t want you to leave. You don’t distract me.”

“You say that now—”

“I say that because it’s true. You ground me. You make me feel normal. You give me someone to come home to no matter if I’m P20 or P1. You make me feel like more than my fucking result. And if you walk away, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing any of this for. Cause I’m not sure who I am without you around!”

His hands reach out and grip yours, his hold tight and firm but not painful. Just constant pressure. Like he’s afraid if he lets go you will disappear. You might.

“You’re not leaving. You wanna talk about this? Fine. But you don’t get to pick up and leave me out of no where. You owe me more than that.”

“You need this. Trust me.”

“I need you!”

Finally, a tear falls down your cheek. You don’t brush it away. As it plummets to the ground, Lando knows something has shifted that can’t be undone. He’s lost you.

oscar piastri

Oscar doesn’t say anything at first. His face is straight, mouth in a tight line, but his eyes hold within them all that he feels. He just stares at you like he’s trying to figure out if this is a test. Or, maybe, an elaborate prank. He hopes it is.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just… I don’t want to be the reason you lose focus. You’re so close to everything you’ve worked for.”

He finally exhales and looks away. “You think I made it this far alone?” he asks quietly, voice slow and careful.

You blink. “Oscar—”

“I didn’t. You were there. Every night I was doubting myself, worrying, thinking I wasn’t going to make it, you reminded me who I was.”

He pauses. Swallows hard. You take the chance to interrupt, to justify yourself.

“Things change. You needed that then. You need me gone now. You just can’t see it.” You plead with him, desperate for him to understand; this wasn’t because of any loss of love or heartbreak. You were doing this because you loved him too much to stand in his way.

“You think taking yourself out of the picture is going to help me? You keep me going.”

You say nothing, because anything you say will only make it worse.

So he nods, just once. Hurting. Resigned. He turns his head and stares out the window, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

“I don’t want this,” he says, unable to look you in the eye.

“I know.”

“You don’t either.”

“I know.”

“So don’t leave,” he pleads, but it’s too late. You had made your mind up days ago. If this is what it takes for him to reach his dreams, you’d glad to clap from the sidelines. Even if in your heart you would always be applauding in the front row.

carlos sainz

Carlos is quiet for a long time after you say it, the five fatal words. Long enough that the pit, already deep in your stomach, starts to feel like it’s going to cave in on itself. The silence is more painful than any screaming would be.

“I don’t understand. You think I’d give up what we have… because I had a couple of bad races?”

Your eyes sting, you try to hold your ground. But the sheer confusion in his voice makes you want to turn and run.

“It’s not just that. I can feel it, Carlos. You’re distracted. You need to be focused. And I… I can’t be in the way. I won’t let myself do that to you.”

He steps toward you, voice calm but firm and hands reaching out to grasp yours. You shouldn’t, but you let him. The warmth of his hands in yours grounds you.

“Hey, don’t say that. You’ve never been in the way.” He says it with such certainty, such conviction, you almost believe him. Almost.

“I don’t love you because it’s convenient. I don’t just love you when times are easy, mi vida. I love you because when the world’s spinning, you’re the only constant. You ground me.” He exhales shakily. “Don’t take that away from me. Don’t take you away from me.”

You press your lips together to keep them from trembling, and Carlos finally lets the emotion crack through his voice.

“If I crash and burn, I want you in the pit watching. If I win, I want you there too. But I want you. That’s never changed.”

“Then maybe I’ve changed. It’s me, Carlos. Not you.”

“No, no. Cariño, no.”

“We can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry.”

“Doing what? Loving either? You want to give this all up because, what, I am not performing well?”

“No, Carlos, it’s not that…”

He’s quiet then. He can’t understand , and you can barely explain. You know what you have to do. Even if it hurts.

“Please, I have to go.”

You don’t think you’ll ever forget ever forget the look of pure desperation in his eyes as you walked out of his house for the last time, carrying with you the weight of all the could have been, that now never will again.

alex albon

The colour drains from Alex’s face the second you tell him. The spark in his eye, the pure joy he radiates that you’d learnt to associate with him, and him alone, suddenly disappears. His whole body just stops.

“No—no, no, come on,” Alex says, voice panicked. “You don’t mean this.”

“I do,” you whisper. “You’re distracted, Alex. Every time you chose me over work, I know what you’re giving up. You’re so close to proving yourself again, and I don’t want to be the reason you miss this opportunity. I won’t be.

His mouth opens like he wants to argue, but he closes it again. His eyebrows furrow and his head dips. For a moment his hands twitches forward, but, like he suddenly thinks better of it, it stays in his lap.

“You’re not the reason for any of that. But you are the reason I get out of bed some days.”

You look away. It’s too much. “Alex…”

“No, c’mon. You want to know what you’re really responsible for? It’s not my failures. It’s not my losses. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re not enough. I’ve lived that for years. And then you showed up and made me believe I was more than all of that.”

His hands wave in the air as he speaks, but you can only stare at his eyes. The beautiful eyes that look so heartbroken, so afraid. He swallows hard

“You really think you could make me believe all that, and be standing in the way of my success?”

He doesn’t stop you if you walk away. Just stands there like he’s still waiting for you to come back, hoping you’ll wake up from the sleep of insecurity you’re deep in and turn back around to him. You don’t.

Walking away takes a kind of strength you didn’t know you had.

charles leclerc

“No.”

It’s immediate, institutional. He says it the second the word breakup leaves your lips. Whatever he was going before is immediately forgotten, he’s turned to you dead on like a challenge.

You try to keep your voice calm. “Charles, I just… I’m not good for you right now. I’m distracting you. You need something that I’m not.”

He laughs bitterly, eyes glossy with disbelief. One hand rest on his hip, the other rubs his eyes. He’s the picture of confusion and shock. It hurts to have caught him so unaware, just yesterday he was talking about holidays and date nights. In one sentence you’ve sent it all crashing to the ground.

“So, what? You think you’re the reason I haven’t won a championship yet?”

“Of course not—”

“Then stop trying to erase yourself like you’re some burden I didn’t ask for. If I didn’t want to be here, if I didn’t think what we had was special, I wouldn’t be.”

He steps closer, but doesn’t touch you. You fight the urge to reach for him, you know you have to stand your ground.

“I don’t care about perfect focus. I care about coming home to you. About having someone who understands me. Someone who stays.”

You whisper his name, but he shakes his head.

“If you do not want to stay, then leave, cheri.” His voice is low, and there’s a breathily disbelieving laugh that clouds the end of his sentence. He doesn’t think you’ll actually leave. That is his last mistake. He doesn’t realise how much you are will to do to help him reach his goals.

You love him so much. But you can’t keep holding him back, you won’t let yourself. Endless phone calls pile in throughout that night, but by morning they have stopped. A single text shines bright among the string of apologies.

“I love you. Please come home.” But home isn’t with him anymore.

lewis hamilton

It’s the hardest sentence you’ve ever had to say. Your heart beats heavy in your chest. Doing the right thing is never easy.

“I think we should break up,” you murmur, barely loud enough to rise above the hum of the hotel room’s air conditioning. “You’re better off without the distraction. Better off with me gone.”

The silence that follows is unbearable. Lewis doesn’t speak right away, he doesn’t even look at you at first. He just stares down at the floor, hands clasped tightly to the crisp white bedsheets.

When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You think you are a distraction? Baby, what?”

His head shoots up and his eyes meet yours with a tearful gaze. He’s stuck in place, so in shock that he can barely move.

You nod, swallowing hard. “I see the pressure you’re under. The expectations. The media. I don’t want to be one more thing pulling at you. You need to focus. And I— I can’t always be okay. You shouldn’t have to carry that too—carry me too.”

His jaw clenches like he’s trying not to fall apart from your words. Each thing you say, each self deprecating phrase, cuts into him like a knife.

“No. No! It’s not like that. Yes it’s hard, it’s always been hard. But no,” he says with a sudden firmness. But not anger. Somehow, that hurts more than rage.

“You’re not something I carry, you’re the reason I keep going.” He finally turns to face you, eyes glassy with something unspoken. “Do you really think I’d be better off alone in all this? You really think an empty house and an empty bed is going to fix me?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Because it’s already too much.

“I’ve given up a lot for this career,” he says, voice shaking. “So many things. And I’ve told myself over and over it was worth it. I’ve made a million mistake and I’ll make a million more before I retire. I’m sure of it. But you’re the first thing in a long time that feels right. You’re the first person who has made me feel like there is more to life than winning.”

His voice cracks on that last word, and he curses under his breath, turning away like he can’t bear to let you see. Like the very sight of you hurts him. It’s hard to admit that it hurts you too.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And you want to walk away because you think I’d be better without you?”

You’re crying now, silent tears slipping down your cheeks, and it’s killing him. He crosses the room… then stops. Like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. He doesn’t want to over step in already shaky grounds.

“I won’t beg you,” he says, finally. “If you really believe I’ll be happier without you… then go.”

And so you do.

You feel his absence deep in your bones. It’s hard, figuring out what to do when the thing that made him feel most human leaves. But no one ever talks about how hard it’s to be the one who must walk away.

george russell

You’re standing at the edge of the room, arms crossed tight over your chest, like you're trying to physically hold yourself together. George is sitting on the edge of the bed, running a towel through his hair, fresh from the shower and smiling up at you with practiced fondness. Then you say it.

“I think we should break up.”

And it’s like a switch flips.

His hands still, towel frozen mid-motion. The silence stretches long and cold. Neither of you move, each waiting for the others next choice.

Finally, breaking the dome of silence over the two of you, he speaks, slow and careful. “You… what?”

“I just think maybe I’m a distraction,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes. “You’ve been under so much pressure and I— I don’t want to be something that takes your focus away.”

George stands, slowly, eyes narrowed just slightly. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not,” you insist, your voice already cracking. “You’re fighting for a championship. You don’t need me in your head before every quali or after every crash, you need to think of yourself. You need to be selfish for once!”

His expression doesn’t soften. If anything, it sharpens, like he’s trying to understand how this could possibly be happening. He drops the towel onto the bed, his hands resting beside him with a practiced kind of care.

“So you’ve already decided,” he says, voice quiet and tight. “Without talking to me.”

You look away. “It’s better this way.”

“For who?” The question is sharp, angry in a way George rarely lets himself be. “Because it sure as hell isn’t for me.”

The fight drains from him almost instantly. He hates getting mad, especially at you. He runs a hand down his face and leans back, sitting back down in the bed and letting the distance between you grow.

“I thought we were a team,” he says, softer now, but broken. “I thought when things got hard, we worked through it. We talked. Together.”

You can barely breathe. “I didn’t want to make you choose.”

“But there was never a choice,” he says, shaking his head. “It was always you. Everytime.”

“And that’s why I couldn’t let you decide… I’m sorry.”

You move towards the door. He doesn’t stop you. Not because he wants you to go, but because he’s not the kind of man who’ll beg someone to stay who’s already halfway gone. Your decision your his own, he won’t tell you what you can or can’t do.

But after you leave, he sits on the edge of the bed, the one that used to be yours, staring at the door like he expects you to come back. You don’t. And George doesn’t sleep that night, or the one after. He’s not sure when he will ever sleep well again knowing what he let slip through his fingers.

part two here!

[certaimromance]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Tall Child II.

Father figure!Hotch x BAU!reader

part one | series mastelist | main masterlist

Summary: Returning to work after such a long absence is never easy, but trying to understand your boss without failing is even worse.

Words: 3,3k.

Warnings & Tags: mentions of crime and the reader's old shoulder injury. angst WITH open ending. hotch being a father figure. the reader having bad thoughts and the team not being a good team with her. father and rebellious daughter type relationship. temporarily located in the first season. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: Helloo Tall Child lovers, I hope you like this and that it will be a sequel according to your expectations. I'm sorry for the delay, but the complexity of this relationship made my job difficult, as I never thought of writing more with this reader in the first place, and I was very surprised that you liked it so much.

So I'm pleased to tell you that I've made an exclusive list with this reader because I'd love to explore more of this through other seasons and situations not necessarily canon, feel free to send your request if you have specific ideas with this reader!

Six weeks later.

The air in the BAU was colder than you remembered, not just in temperature but in feeling; it was a sterile, impersonal chill that clung to your skin like mist. Every echoing footstep in the polished corridors seemed louder, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. It wasn’t just the recycled air hissing through the vents or the fluorescent lighting that buzzed too harshly overhead. No, this cold ran deeper. It had taken root inside you during those long, suffocating weeks locked away in your apartment, when the silence had pressed in on all sides and the world had narrowed to four walls and the weight of your own thoughts. This was the cold of absence. Of isolation. Of walking back into a life that had kept moving without you.

You stood at the entrance, your badge clipped to your belt, your go-bag slung over one shoulder. From the outside, it looked like you were fine. Recovered. Rested. As focused and willing to work as ever. But on the inside, you were still picking up pieces.

The place hadn’t changed, but you hadn’t expected it to. Reid’s desk was just as you remembered: clean, almost painfully so, every file color-coded and aligned with obsessive precision. The chessboard still sat in its usual spot off to the side, pieces mid-game, like he was still chasing the perfect strategy that might finally let him beat Gideon. Across the bullpen, the computer screens all flickered in perfect rhythm, except for Morgan’s, which pulsed in shades of bright pink. You didn’t need to see her to know Garcia was up to something again, probably testing out some new system or just trying to annoy him in that way only she could pull off. The coffee pot sputtered and hissed in the background, steady and familiar, its bitter scent weaving through the air like it never left.

And then, your gaze landed on the far wall: Hotch’s office. The door was closed. Blinds drawn. The same as always, and yet now it felt heavier somehow. Imposing. Like, just the sight of it pulled your shoulders tighter. You found yourself wishing he wasn’t there. Wishing you could walk in without that cold knot twisting in your stomach.

Damn, you weren’t supposed to be afraid of him now.

A few heads turned when you stepped in. The room didn’t go silent, but it shifted. You felt it, eyes lingering just a second too long, hushed words dying mid-sentence. And then JJ was there, walking toward you with that soft, careful smile people wore around broken things like you.

“Hey,” she said gently, arms opening without hesitation.

You let her pull you into a hug. Her perfume was the same as always. So floral and grounding. You closed your eyes for a second, just enough to feel the safety in it. But it passed quickly.

“You look better,” she added softly. You didn’t say thank you.

She said better, not good.

Morgan and Elle came next, their footsteps steady, familiar, grounding in a way that almost made your throat tighten. “There’s the prodigal agent,” one of them said with a crooked smile—maybe him, maybe her—you weren’t paying close enough attention to tell. Your focus was locked on their faces, not their voices. Their smiles were genuine, warm even, but just behind them, something else flickered. Worry. Maybe guilt. Maybe both. It was there in the brief glance they exchanged when they thought you wouldn’t notice, in the way Elle’s arms crossed just a little too tightly over her chest, in how Morgan’s usual swagger was tempered by something quieter.

But Reid was the hardest to face. He hovered, hesitating, unsure if he should say something or just let it go. In the end, he gave you a small, tentative smile and an awkward “Hi,” as if six weeks hadn’t passed. As if he hadn’t been the reason your stomach still twisted with guilt every time you closed your eyes.

You nodded and whispered, “Hey.” That was all you could manage.

But then came the moment you had been both dreading and aching for so long it had carved itself into the rhythm of your days. The soft creak of the door swinging open sliced through the low hum of conversation like a knife. You didn’t need to look to know it was him. The measured, deliberate sound of his polished shoes crossing the bullpen floor was unmistakable, as familiar as it was unsettling. Each step seemed to echo louder than it should have, like the room itself tensed in his presence.

And there he was. Aaron Hotchner. As composed and unreadable as ever, every inch of him radiated quiet authority. His presence hit like a pressure drop in the atmosphere, pressing down on your chest and making the space around you feel impossibly large and impossibly small all at once. Like suddenly, you didn’t know where to stand. Like suddenly, you weren’t sure if you even belonged in that space anymore. Like suddenly, you were a child who had been punished for bad behavior.

You had imagined this moment a hundred times.

None of them felt like this.

He didn’t say anything at first. He stood there, just a few feet away, arms folded, that familiar, unreadable expression settling over his face like a mask. The same one that used to make your pulse quicken, that used to leave you guessing, second-guessing yourself.

But not this time.

This time, you didn’t flinch. You met his stare head-on, feeling the weight of his gaze like a hand around your throat—but you refused to shrink. Not again. You’d spent too long folding yourself into smaller and smaller shapes, twisting and bleeding just to fit into the narrow mold of what he expected, of what he trusted. And for what? For this? For distance and doubt? No more. That part of you—the desperate part—was dead and buried. Or if it wasn’t yet, you were damn sure going to kill it. You lifted your chin, defiance burning in your chest like a second heartbeat, daring him to look at you and still pretend you were invisible.

“I’m back,” you said, voice low but steady. “Just like the paperwork says.”

Your boss studied you for a moment longer than necessary, his gaze flicking to your shoulder—the one that still bore the memory of your injury, the phantom weight of everything you’d lost—before settling back into that cold, distant mask of his. That unreadable expression he wore so well, the one that used to make you feel safe because it meant he was in control. Now, it just made you feel small. Disposable.

And for a moment—just one cruel, flickering moment—you almost believed that he’d step forward. That he’d close the distance. That he’d reach out and gently touch your shoulder, like he used to when things were too heavy, too hard. You almost believed he would look you in the eye, say your name like it meant something, and tell you he was sorry. Sorry for the silence. Sorry for the coldness. Sorry for the suspension. Sorry for treating you like a child.

You almost believed he would say he trusted you. That he still saw you, still believed in you, even if it was a little. That he understood why you did what you did. That you weren’t broken. That he didn’t think of you as a liability or a ticking clock counting down to another failure.

You almost believed he would tell you it was going to be okay.

But it didn’t happen.

He just looked away. Not with malice. Not with cruelty. But with distance. Like someone turning from a photograph that had faded in time. And you felt the sting of it—quiet, precise, brutal. Not just the rejection of your role, but the absence of something far deeper.

It wasn’t the pain of being forgotten.

It was the pain of never being seen.

“We’re glad to have you back,” he said, his voice the same steady, measured cadence it had always been.

But it wasn’t the words that stung; it was the way they landed. Clinical. Safe. Like a statement recited for formality’s sake rather than spoken from any real feeling.

Not I’m glad.

We’re glad.

That single word change twisted like a knife in your chest.

“Right,” you said, the word escaping before you could hold it back. Your eyes burned with something you refused to let spill over. “Glad to be back, I guess.”

Hotch didn’t flinch. Of course he didn’t.

There was a long silence between you two. He studied you, just like before, but this time it felt colder. Like he was looking for something you didn’t have anymore.

You couldn’t stand it. You turned away quickly, your body betraying you as your chest tightened and your breath quickened. You were better than this. You were stronger than this.

The case came in shortly after: a triple homicide in Maryland. The kind of case that had all the hallmarks of a nightmare: brutal, violent, unsolved. You didn’t think you were ready for fieldwork. In fact, you didn’t think you could even look at another case without feeling like an imposter, like a stranger in your own skin. The idea of diving back into it, back into the chaos, felt overwhelming. But you didn’t have a choice. There were no other options. And Aaron was too careful now to give you the responsibility of leading your partner again. Not after everything that had happened.

“Morgan leads. JJ, handle media. Reid, consult with the coroner. Elle, talk to the families.”

And then, without a single glance in your direction, he turned to you and said, “You’ll assist.”

No lead. No profile. No responsibility. Just…observe.

Support.

The word echoed in your head, bruising you in places you hadn’t even realized were tender. Support. As if that was all you were good for now. The sharp ache of betrayal twisted inside your chest, but you couldn’t—wouldn’t—let it show. You didn’t argue. Not out loud. But it burned. Every cell in your body screamed in protest, but you held it in, forced it back down where no one could see.

On the jet, the silence between you and Hotch was like a thick fog, heavy and suffocating. You sat across from him, your hands folded in your lap, your eyes glued to the window as the world outside blurred by. But you could feel him. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you, though he didn’t meet your gaze directly. He kept glancing at your shoulder, the one that still bore the ugly scar of your injury. His eyes flicked there so many times, and each time they quickly darted away, as if caught between something you couldn’t tell.

And it wasn't just him. The whole team had noticed it, the little looks they gave you when they thought you weren't looking, the way their conversations were interrupted when you walked into a room, and they automatically faked their best smile at you. You could feel the tension in the air, like they were all waiting for you to sink or swim, to show you still had something to give.

In the field, you did your job. You fell into the motions like muscle memory: keeping your voice calm, your observations sharp, and your hands steady. You kept your face neutral, even when the case began to grind you down, piece by piece. But every decision Hotch or Gideon made went through Morgan. Every suggestion you made was quietly nodded at but never acted upon. You could almost hear the quiet hum of judgment in the air every time you tried to assert yourself. You were invisible.

It was like walking through fog. You were there, but no one could see you. No one really saw you.

You were present but unseen. You were nothing more than a shadow, drifting through the motions.

And, of course, back at the hotel it was the same. You kept to yourself, retreated into the quiet of your room, away from their pitying stares. The team trickled in, chatting amongst themselves, but you didn’t join them. They didn’t expect you to. Instead, you made a lie about being tired and about having a headache, and you hid behind it.

So you sat on your bed instead, the room dimly lit by the glow of a muted TV. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the electronics and the occasional shuffle of your own restless thoughts. The takeout boxes sat untouched on the desk, still sealed in their flimsy plastic containers. Your service weapon rested next to your badge on the nightstand, a weightless echo of a dream that no longer seemed to matter.

The knock came at 10:43 p.m.

You hesitated, fingers frozen over the blanket, eyes flicking to the door. Part of you considered ignoring it, pretending you didn’t hear, pretending the world outside wasn’t so close. But something in your gut told you who it was.

With a sigh that felt too heavy for such a small sound, you stood up and moved toward the door, your movements stiff and reluctant. You opened it, and there he was: your lovely boss. Standing there, holding a white takeout bag with the same purposeful, composed demeanor he always had.

“I figured you didn’t eat,” he said, his voice soft, as if offering something much bigger than just food. His hand extended toward you, the scent of it wafting up with the slight steam still rising from the dish. “Chicken teriyaki. No onions.”

Your heart clenched, hard and sudden. Of course he remembered.

He always remembered.

It was the smallest things, the details he’d tucked away in his mind, that made your chest tighten like this, like a dam about to crack. You took the food from his outstretched hand, your fingers brushing his briefly, and stepped aside to let him in, but he didn’t move.

He just stood there, his posture stiff, his eyes avoiding yours in that way that felt both respectful and…uncomfortably distant.

It felt less like your boss checking in and more like a parent standing awkwardly outside a teenager’s door, unsure if they were about to be let in or shut out.

“You didn’t have to,” you muttered, voice almost a whisper, as if you were apologizing for the inconvenience. You weren’t sure why it came out that way, it wasn’t him you were apologizing to. Not really.

“I know,” he replied, his voice calm, careful, as though he were trying to measure every word. He stood there for a long moment, looking at you but not really seeing you, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the ground.

Then he shifted slightly, glancing at the takeout bag in his hand. “There’s also a dessert, but you should eat the real food first.”

His words felt like they were layered with more than just concern for your well-being. It was the way he said it, like he was directing you, guiding you—not as a colleague, not as a boss, but as someone who felt responsible for making sure you didn’t fall apart.

And then, you knew it.

You weren’t a grown adult in his eyes right now. You were someone he had to take care of, like a child who didn’t know how to care for themselves anymore.

“You still don’t trust me,” you said finally, voice low but steady. It wasn’t a sharp edge, not a challenge.

Hotch’s eyes flicked to yours, then dropped again—quick, involuntary. Like the words hurt to hear, even if he’d been expecting them.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. “That’s not true.”

“Then why am I stuck on the sidelines?” you asked, and this time the question came harsher, more bitter than you intended. You didn’t mean to sound wounded, but the words carried it anyway. “Why am I the one just…watching? Observing, while everyone else is doing the job I’ve trained my whole damn life to do?”

His silence came fast and thick, and it stretched too long, long enough to confirm what you already suspected. The answer, when it came, landed like a blow.

“Because I need to know you’re okay,” he said, quiet but firm. “Before I put someone else’s life in your hands again.”

Ouch.

You flinched. Not dramatically, just enough for him to see it. Just enough for you to feel it ripple through your spine like heat. The air in the room shifted, charged and sharp, like an old scab torn open.

“I thought you said this wasn’t personal,” you said, hating the way your voice cracked around the edges.

“It’s not,” Hotch said, voice tight.

You stared at him. Really stared. The lines around his eyes are deeper now. The tension in his jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders, was like this conversation was another weight he didn’t know how to carry.

“Sure feels personal.”

There was a flicker of something behind his eyes—guilt, maybe, or regret—but it passed too fast to name. He didn’t deny it. Didn’t try to spin it.

Instead, he said quietly, “You scared me that day.”

You froze.

He wasn’t looking at you now. He was looking past you, somewhere far away. Like he was remembering it. The day it all went sideways. The weight of the call he had to make to the ambulance. The fallout. The blood and your tears.

“You scared all of us,” he added, softer now. “But me the most.”

The confession hit harder than you expected. Not because he was admitting fear, but because he still couldn’t look at you when he said it. Because even after all this time, all this effort, it still felt like he hadn’t let go of that fear.

“I know I made mistakes,” you said, your voice quieter now. Controlled. Trying to be steady, even as your throat tightened. “I know I lost control. I know I…crossed lines.”

You stopped. Breathed. Tried to gather the rest of it.

“But I’m not—” You hesitated. The word was right there. Lodged between your teeth.

Not broken.

You weren’t even sure you believed it anymore.

Hotch finally looked at you, really looked, and when he spoke, it was softer than before. “I know. That’s why I approved your return.”

You searched his face, looking for judgment or disappointment. But what you saw instead surprised you.

Tiredness. Not just the kind that came from stress or long nights of cases but the kind that came from caring too much and not knowing how to show it without screwing everything up.

It disarmed you.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” you murmured, almost ashamed. “About Reid. About your kid. Or you.”

He nodded, just once. Small. Measured.

“I know,” he said. “But it still touched a nerve.”

That landed harder than any reprimand. No raised voice. No lecture. Just the simple truth of it, that what you said had stuck to him like shrapnel.

The silence that followed was quieter now, less tense, less heavy. Something between you was shifting. Mending, maybe.

“I’m not broken,” you said suddenly, with more force than you expected. The words tumbled out before you could second-guess them. “I’ve been hurt. I’ve been…off. But I’m not broken.”

Hotch looked at you for a long moment, then nodded slowly.

“I never said you were.”

“You acted like it.”

He sighed, eyes dropping again. “Maybe I was afraid.”

Your brow furrowed. “Of what?”

He hesitated. Then, quietly: “That if I pushed you harder, I’d be the one who broke you.”

The breath caught in your throat.

“I didn’t think you were weak,” he added. “I just didn’t want to watch you fall apart.”

Your chest ached.

“I already did,” you said.

“I know.”

He turned to leave, then paused at the threshold.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he said finally, without looking at you. “Even if it doesn’t feel like it yet.”

And then he was gone, leaving the door open just a crack behind him.

Just in case you needed to follow.

[gwens-love]

The space he left behind

Summary: After Nicky’s passing, Agatha doesn’t know how to handel being a good mother to her daughter, and a partner to Rio. She navigates her grief while struggling to reconnect. As Rio hopes to recover the love that binds their family.

Warnings: Angst, grief and loss.

Word count: 1.7k

~Agathario x daughter!reader~

A/N: I used google translate for this sorry if there are mistakes.

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks.

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As you wandered through the library with a book in hand, you looked up at Agatha, or better said your Mama. She was busy, but you missed the comfort of her voice, the warmth she used to give so freely.

“Mama?” you asked softly, hoping you weren’t interrupting her too much.

Her eyes flicked to you, and a small, sad smile appeared on her face. She had been distant since Nicky was gone, but there was still a part of her that wanted to be here for you, to love you the way he would’ve wanted.

“What is it, little one?” she replied, her voice softer than you’d heard it in days.

You held up the book, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Can you read this to me, Mama?”

Agatha looked down at you, her expression conflicted. She reached for the book, fingers trembling slightly, and let out a deep sigh. “Maybe… maybe later, my love. I’m… I’m not quite ready today.”

Your heart ached a little, but you nodded. “Can… Mami read it to me, then?”

Agatha’s expression softened, and she glanced down the hallway where Rio was bustling around. Rio heard your voice and peeked in, her face lighting up with a gentle smile as she approached, kneeling down beside you.

“Of course, mi corazón,” Rio said, taking the book from you and winking at Agatha. “Mama and I both have time for our little reader tonight.”

Agatha gave Rio a grateful smile, her hand resting briefly on Rio’s shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay together, they would find their way forward, for you.

You nestled into Rio’s side as she settled down with the book, her aura carrying a mix of nature’s calm and something far more powerful… the kind of energy you could feel in your bones. To you, she was Mami, warm and loving, but everyone else knew her as the green witch or Death with a capital D. Her touch felt like spring’s renewal and autumn’s quiet decay, life and death balanced in her very presence.

Rio opened the book, her fingers gliding delicately over the pages. “Are you ready for an adventure, mi amor?” she asked, her voice rich and velvety, holding that magical spark that always made your heart race a little faster.

You nodded eagerly, glancing over at Agatha, who sat nearby. She was watching the two of you with a softness in her eyes, though you could sense a shadow in her heart. Rio noticed too, her gaze meeting Agatha’s, a look passing between them a silent understanding of grief, love, and the weight of the responsibilities they shared.

As Rio began to read, her voice wove the story into something almost real. Her words seemed to hang in the air, each sentence wrapping around you like an invisible charm. You leaned in closer, comforted by her presence, while Agatha, though still distant, stayed close enough to remind you she wasn’t going anywhere.

With both Mama and Mami by your side, you knew you were safe, held between life and death, love and sorrow, warmth and magic. And for now, that was enough.

As Rio’s voice wrapped you in the story, the words began to blur. You found yourself glancing over at Mama, who was watching the two of you with that faraway look in her eyes the one she had whenever anyone mentioned him.

You shifted, looking down at the edge of your blanket, and softly asked, “Mama? Where… where did Nicholas go?”

The question hung in the air, pulling both of them from the gentle quiet of the story. Agatha’s face froze for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing her features. She opened her mouth, then closed it, clearly unsure how to answer. Rio’s hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but even she looked at Agatha, letting her decide what to say.

“Well, my darling…” Agatha began softly, her voice a blend of love and grief. “Nicky… he had to go somewhere very far away. Somewhere we can’t visit him.”

“But he’s coming back, right?” you asked, looking between them, the innocence in your eyes making it clear you hadn’t grasped the weight of what had happened.

Agatha’s shoulders dropped slightly, and she reached out to brush a stray hair from your face. Her fingers were gentle, yet you could feel the heaviness of her sadness. “Sometimes, people go to places they can’t come back from, little one.”

You blinked, processing her words, your heart sinking. “Like… like the stories? Like when someone goes into the spirit world?”

“Yes,” Rio murmured, her voice a whisper, her thumb tracing soothing circles on your hand. “Nicky went to a place like that. But he loved you very, very much, and he’s always watching over you, mi amor.”

You looked down, frowning, the ache of missing him suddenly sharper, more real. “Will I ever see him again?”

Agatha swallowed hard, her voice catching slightly. “Maybe… one day, in a different way. But for now, he’d want us to take care of each other. To remember him with love, even though he’s gone.”

You held their words close, even as you struggled to understand fully. In that moment, you could feel both their hands grounding you, reminding you that even though Nicholas was gone, Mama and Mami would always be here. And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

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But for Mama, that wasn’t enough. Agatha missed Nicky deeply, in a way words could never capture. She carried the loss in her eyes, in the way her shoulders sagged when she thought no one was looking, and in the quiet moments when she seemed miles away, lost in memories of him.

After she tucked you into bed that night, Agatha lingered by your side, brushing a gentle hand across your hair as you began to drift off. She stayed until your breathing slowed, your small hand still curled around hers.

When she finally pulled away, she found Rio waiting at the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms folded, watching her with a look that held both understanding and sorrow. The green witch, Death herself, could face any darkness with courage, but this grief the emptiness left by Nicky’s absence was something even she couldn’t fully shield them from.

Agatha closed the door softly behind her and let out a sigh. “I don’t know if I’m doing any of this right,” she admitted in a whisper, her voice breaking. “I wasn’t meant to do this alone, Rio.”

Rio stepped closer, resting a gentle hand on Agatha’s arm. “You’re not alone, mi amor,” she replied, her voice low and steady. “We’re in this together. Nicky’s gone, yes, but his love he left that with us. With you.”

Agatha looked down, her fingers brushing the sleeve of her own robe as if tracing the fabric might help her remember his touch, his laugh, the quiet way he’d reassure her during nights like this. She wanted to believe Rio, to find comfort in her words, but the ache of Nicky’s absence was too raw, too present. “It’s just… sometimes, it feels like there’s a part of me that went with him.”

Rio tilted Agatha’s chin up gently, her gaze fierce yet filled with empathy. “You still carry him, Agatha. He’s in every act of love, every time you comfort mi cielo, every time you give of yourself even when it hurts. Nicky would be so proud of you for everything you are, and everything you’re becoming.”

Agatha’s eyes filled with tears, and she let them fall, silent yet heavy with the grief she’d been holding back. Rio pulled her into an embrace, grounding her, her arms strong and steady, as if she could anchor Agatha to the world again.

For a long while, they stood like that in the dim light, surrounded by quiet and loss, yet also by the bond they shared a bond born of love, even through the pain. Agatha knew she had to carry on, not just for you, but for Nicky’s memory and for the family they were still trying to build.

And maybe, with Rio by her side, she would find the strength to face each day anew.

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“I can’t forgive you. Not yet, anyway,” Agatha murmured, her voice laced with sorrow, her words hanging heavily between them. There was a deep sadness in her eyes, a glint of hurt that hadn’t yet softened, no matter how much time had passed.

Rio’s face softened, her usual confidence faltering as she held Agatha’s gaze. She nodded, understanding the weight of the pain she had caused, the way it still lingered, the wound not fully healed.

“But I will love you until the end of my days here on this earth,” Agatha continued, her voice breaking slightly as she brought her hands up to Rio’s face, her thumbs tracing the curve of Rio’s cheekbones with a gentleness that spoke of both love and longing.

Rio closed her eyes at the touch, feeling the warmth of Agatha’s palms against her skin. For a moment, it was as if the world fell away, leaving only the two of them, bound by love, loss, and the complicated history that lay between them. She knew Agatha’s forgiveness was not something that could be given lightly, nor something that could be hurried. Rio had hurt her, betrayed the trust they’d built, and she understood that forgiveness might never fully come.

“I don’t deserve you,” Rio whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with the weight of her own guilt. “But I’ll spend every moment of this life making it right, even if it takes until the end of time.”

Agatha leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Rio’s, their breaths mingling in the silence. It was a closeness that spoke of all the words they couldn’t bring themselves to say, of all the love that still pulsed between them despite everything.

They stayed like that, bound together, in a promise unspoken yet deeply understood: to hold each other, even when forgiveness felt far away, even when their hearts were heavy with grief. Because love, even in its most fractured form, was a lifeline neither of them could bear to sever.

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Fin <3

[croquis-el]

I have a question: Is Blackquill still a chuuni without the localization? Because in it. You know. He's basically Just Some Guy™️ [British] [weeaboo] cosplaying a Samurai. But I know in the original, he's actually a ronin, and. I mean. Is it still campy? How much? More or less? Is he still cold hammin' it up over there? "Mortal coil" and all that.

Jin Yugami - a samurai or a dramatic actor?

First of all, I apologize very much for such a long answer! At first I wanted to write a kilometer-long answer, but then I decided to collect the main points and make something like a short "review". There is a lot to say about him in detail, there are sooo many idioms and archaisms in his speech that you can analyze every sentence, and one day I will finish writing about him and there will be a long post.

But for now I will answer like this: prosecutor Yugami (Simon Blackquill), in addition to being an amazing actor (those who have completed the plot know), is also a fan of his (Japanese) and samurai culture. He does not cosplay a ronin, he is a ronin.

Let's go through the examples.

すまねェな、姉貴。俺のために、そんなことまでさせちまった。

sumane~ena, aneki. Ore no tame ni, son'na koto made sa se chimatta.

I'm sorry, sis. I made you go through all that for me.

姉貴 (aneki) is a rather informal and old-fashioned way of addressing an older woman.

師匠を殺したのはこの俺だ。

今さら････くつがえせると思うなよ。

I'm the one who killed my master.

Don't think you can change your mind now.

He refers to Kokone's mother as 師匠 (shishō)

This is a master in traditional arts, crafts, martial arts, or fields that require deep practice and the transmission of knowledge from one generation to the next.

The student (弟子 - deshi) often spends a lot of time with the master, learning not only the technique but also the way of life, philosophy. It is often a hand-to-hand, "heart-to-heart" transfer. The role of the shisho can be almost paternal/maternal.

ずいぶんな三文芝居じゃァねェか。

ヘソで風呂が沸いちまわァ。

That's a pretty cheap peace of theatre. I'm shocked.

三文芝居 (sanmon shibai) literally "three-coin performance", which means "cheap performance", "pathetic production", "farce".

ヘソで風炉が沸いちまわァ。

This is an idiom that literally means "the furnace will boil from my belly button", which is an exaggeration expressing extreme surprise, absurdity, or ridicule. It is equivalent to "That's absurd" or "I'm shocked (in a sarcastic way)". This idiom is rarely used in everyday speech.

そして、犯行に及んだのさァ。

ムネの空く思いだったよ。

soshite, hankō ni oyonda no sa ~a. Mune no aku omoidatta yo.

And then me committed the crime. It was heartbreaking.

ムネの空く思いだったよ

If you translate it literally, it means:

"It was a devastating feeling in my chest."

A very dramatic phrase.

････早いとこ、地獄で

羽根を伸ばさせちゃァくれねェかい。

Hayamero, jigoku de hane o nobasasechaa kurenee kai

Can't you just let me spread my wings in hell as soon as possible?

It sounds very ominous and, at the same time, very sarcastic. Like, hurry up, I'm guilty, there's no need to look for anything else, everyone believes in it!

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In addition, Yugami's design was inspired by the 47 Ronin (also known as the Akō incident (赤穂事件) or Akō vendetta), who wore black and white. But, to fit it into modern Japan, the Meiji era fashion was used as a basis.

Also, we remember that he is fond of rakugo (he even tested Nayuta's competence in this matter), and traditional cuisine, which he treats with great reverence.

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Let's sum it up: prosecutor Yugami literally represents traditional Japanese culture and understands it very well. This is not a farce (even Naruhodo, who is well versed in traditional art and picks on incorrect pronunciation, does not use so many idioms in his speech, and his speechis very polite), but one of the foundations of his life.

I hope I have satisfied your request. If I have made a mistake somewhere - feel free to correct me.

[inkmemes]

x-men  (  2000  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  the first x-man film.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“won't it kinda be cold?”

“well, that's the point, stupid.”

“and when are you gonna do this?”

“i don't know what happened.”

“i don't know... i just touched him.”

“call an ambulance!”

“just get away from me!”

“don't touch me!”

“thank you, [name]. it was quite educational.”

“the wrong person driving a car can be dangerous.”

“i didn't say they were hiding.”

“what are you doing here?”

“why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?”

“don't give up on them, [name].”

“what would you have me do, [name]?”

i've heard these arguments before.”

“it was a long time ago.”

“are you sneaking around in here, [name]? whatever are you looking for?”

“i'm looking for hope.”

“don't get in my way.”

where are we?”

“are you gonna let this man walk away with your money?”

“i'll fight him!”

“don't hit him in the balls.”

“you said anything goes.”

“you idiot!”

“you want something new, honey?”

“i'll have a beer.”

“you owe me some money.”

“[name], let's not do this.”

“no man takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it.”

“come on, this isn't worth it.”

“i know what you are.”

“you lost your money. you keep this up, you lose something else.”

“what the hell are you doin'?”

“i'm sorry. i needed a ride.”

“i thought you might help me.”

“get out!”

“where am i supposed to go?”

“i saved your life!”

“you don't have anything to eat, do you?”

“suddenly my life isn't bad.”

“it looks cosy.”

“put your hands on the heater.”

“it's nothing personal.”

“so what kind of a name is [name]?”

“you should wear your seat belt.”

“you all right?”

“weren't you supposed to bring someone back with you?”

“what happened?”

“i have made the first move.”

“where are you going?”

“what's your hurry?”

“good morning, [name].”

“would you like some breakfast?”

“i don't need medical attention.”

“what's a magneto?”

“this is the stupidest thing i've ever heard.”

“you wanna get outta my way?”

“give me a chance.”

“i may be able to help you find some answers.”

“how do you know?”

“you're not the only one with gifts.”

“what is this place?”

“i'll make a deal with you.”

“no, i don't see a difference.”

“it's gonna be close.”

“the world will be watching.”

“where the hell are we?”

“i'm sorry.”

“so... couldn't wait to get my shirt off again, huh?”

“he could very well be older than you, [name].”

“i've never seen anything like this before.”

“it's such a strange phrase.”

“i think what you really are afraid of is me.”

“i think you'll be comfortable here.”

“where's your room?”

“so read my mind.”

“come on. you afraid you might like it?”

“what do you see?”

“you oughta be careful. i might not be there next time.”

“it was an accident.”

“what the hell have you done to me?”

“i had no choice.”

“i think it'll be easier on your own.”

“you don't like him.”

“how could you tell?”

“where is it?”

“we had a deal.”

“she's all right. she's just upset.”

“i'm sorry about last night.”

“you running again?”

“who told you that?”

“she was supposed to meet me for lunch.”

“you look around, i'll check with the ticket agent.”

“i think you should follow your instincts.”

“i can still feel him inside my head.”

“he seems to genuinely wanna help you.”

“what do you say?”

“come on, i'll take care of you.”

“you promise?”

“scream for me.”

“what the hell do you want with me?”

“whoever said i wanted you?”

“you'll have to kill me, [name].”

“care to press your luck, [name]?”

“goodbye, [name].”

“i made a terrible mistake.”

“i couldn't see what he was after ‘til it was too late.”

“[name], you can't do this alone.”

“who the hell do you think you are?”

“i want you to try and relax. i'm not going to hurt you.”

“please don't leave me! i don't want to be alone.”

“wait a minute. he's not coming with us, is he?”

“answer me. please.”

“are you going to kill me?”

“i'll understand if that comes as small consolation.”

“you actually go outside in these things?”

“sounds like a storm's comin'.”

“there's someone here.”

“there's someone here. i just can't see 'em.”

“do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning?”

“[name], is that you?”

“you're not part of the group.”

“i can't move.”

“i thought you lived at a school.”

“he's become even more powerful than i imagined.”

“are you sure you saw what you saw?”

“why do none of you understand what i'm trying to do?”

“you're so full of shit.”

“if you're really so righteous, it'd be you in that thing.”

“please! somebody please help me!”

“this is mine.”

“you owe me a scream.”

“you drop something?”

“i can't control it like that.”

“i'm taking it.”

“welcome back. i knew you'd find your way.”

“how did we do?”

“oh, that tickles.”

“how are you feeling?”

“that was a brave thing you did.”

“i think she's a little taken with you.”

“well, you can tell her my heart belongs to someone else.”

“are you going to say goodbye to them?”

“i was wrong in this particular issue and i hope, in time, i may be forgiven.”

“i kinda like it.”

“i don't want you to go.”

“what do you do when you wake up to that?”

“and i will always be there.”

[wonryllis]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒

𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

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CHOI YN 20 ( fashion ), well what do i say? hello everyone i'm choi yn! im sure everyone knows me already ^^ .. what else do i say? hmm i love my life a lot! i love my brothers and heeseung and wonie so much, they are the closest people in my life! oh shit sorry riki too hehe oops. college has been fun since im doing exactly what i wanted and it's fun to hangout with won all the time. seungie brings me snacks all the time and binnie lets me eat cakes everyday even though junnie has scolded them not to cause i easily get dental problems and then he has to convince be to go to the dentist, eww.

LEE HEESEUNG 23 ( film ), if you ever stop hearing from me, please know that my day has come and i have chosen to be exposed. as much as jun and soobs love me, and as much as they love tiny(my yn, she's just real cute) if i ever dare speak of that kind of love with tiny in the same sentence it's my last moment on earth. jay and taehyun help a lot and i'd give everything to thank them for it but man they still haven't been able to actually help me get with yn?

CHOI SOOBIN 24 ( law school ), yes my sister is my everything, each one of her wishes no matter how stupid and idiotic they are, must be fulfilled. i think i was like ten when ynie said being a lawyer would be so cool, and it's been my life's motto now. law school kicks my ass yeah but whenever i think of how happy she'd be to see me as a badass lawyer it feels like nothing. i could easily help her win the divorce that's a plus point, i think i should start looking into divorce attorney things.

CHOI YEONJUN 25 ( model ), i swear scaring away my baby sister's admirers is one of my full time jobs besides runaway modelling but alas she is my sister of course she's a beauty. i know she will date and marry a motherfucking guy one day, and i won't be able to stop it but i hope that day takes the longest time to come. she was one of the first ones to say how good my dressing style was, if it wasnt for her i would not be one of the rising faces in the fashion scene today.

PARK JAY 22 ( music production ), being lee heeseung's childhood friend has been my life's greatest downfall. and being his emergency contact number one is probably the biggest mistake of my life. it's so so so infuriating to see him do nothing and panic over the fact that some might sweep her off her feet right before his eyes like fucker you gotta sweep her off her feet rather than worrying over how someone else might sweep her off her feet. taehyun probably understands me.

SIM JAKE 22 ( physics ), it's fun, so so fun i can not express it verbally man, 'm having a blast! there's so many new things to learn i am so happy with my major and my astronomy club thing is going so well too, it's been amazing so far. the only thing i dont like is my mates ignoring me, like i tell them about all these quantum mechanics things and how it's works like it's legit the coolest thing ever and they don't wanna listen me and then come to me for help with assignments like dude? there's no give and take here and it's not high school anymore? but i do it cause im nice :)

PARK SUNGHOON 22 ( communications ), first of all i gotta thank my man taehyun for letting me copy off of him to pass my semesters so far. as a full time commercial and photoshoot model, college is just a side quest for me at this point, just need an arm candy degree to show that i am infact educated contrary to what people think. oh and i'd like to tell this, don't tell anyone, i actually know all the drama going on and it's so funny but i gotta stay low if i wanna be safe. sometimes i do think of stirring things up but yeonjun man he scares me, i better be on his good side.

KIM SUNOO 21 ( journalism ), for real god am i the only one working my ass off here cause why the hell all these dicks be fucking up their lives and copying off people to survive like? look at me, every little gossip on campus and you know who to go to get the full info! exactly how it should be for a journalism major. i swear i am doing all the shit ass work here. i admit i slip sometimes especially with heeseung's secret in front of god forbidden yn but 'm just a human, and humans make mistakes yk? and please tell kai to fuck off please, thank you.

YANG JUNGWON 20 ( fashion ), it's a different feeling when three guys trust you with their precious sister. and it's a different feeling when that precious real spoiled girl treats you like the best buddy she could ever have. but it's not so fortunate when you gotta dash to protect anytime the brothers ping you, it's like a national secret agency part time job and it's the hardest thing when the target is someone like yn. i treasure her a lot, as a friend! yes, yet the times when her brothers get jealous of me are some of the most nerve wrecking times.

NISHIMURA RIKI 20 ( photography ), are we surprised here? no wtf have y'all not seen the pics i post on my twt like i got talent you have to accept it. especially a lot of talent in gaming and luck, my luck be through the roofff. just started lol a year ago and my YouTube Chanel six months ago and im already almost a diamond and about to hit a million subscribers.. talk about god's favorite! ha that's me. but the thing is more than that i wanna be yn's favorite like i know she says won and i are same but i know that kitty is closer. for now i like being glued to yn, but after figuring out things so easily it's hard to keep quiet.

CHOI BEOMGYU 23 ( film ), with the amount of hate train behind me it's a miracle i am still breathing and in one piece. praying all this ends quickly and my life is returned back to me or i'll go crazy it has been like what two? three? years already! i need my freedom. i can count and name with my fingers the people who hate me. actually no it's everyone. anyways, i share all classes with heeseung and lord is it the scariest part of my life. at least yeonjun and soobin would need time to hunt me down but lee heeseung? he's right behind me two rows, staring down my every movement. look it's not my fault okay?

KANG TAEHYUN 22 ( communications ), it wasn't consensual. it is very important to clear this up. i did not give my papers to park sunghoon by choice. he had to pay me hefty for that so there's no thank you man, dude is pretending. and i am fucking sick of covering for heeseung all the time like dude grow balls, real balls dig up some manly guts and fucking do it before i lose patience and fuck shit up. every moment of listening to him lamenting over his feelings is the most frustrating shit ever. make him hear this one for god's fucking sake.

HUENING KAI 22 ( journalism ), no matter how much everyone denies it, i know they won't survive a day without me like? i provide sunoo with all the gossip of our side? how else do you think heeseung sneaks around yeonbin with his feelings? god it's me i do the passing the parcel of info. i mean taehyun is also involved with them but then i am more useful than that reality check of a guy, i mean who needs reality when you can live in a fantasy! hehe i just outdid everyone with that! or not anyway moving on yn's cr— SUNOO: shut the fuck up bitch!

𝐈𝐈𝐈 learn about THE GROUPCHATS.

01. HEEYN TRUTHERS heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, taehyun and sunoo: the group that has been supporting heeseung in pursuing his feelings since he first revealed it to them. for whenever he fucks up and they have to discuss how to save his ass. normal chats happen too.

02. BOSS BABIES yn, jungwon, riki: the trio that has been friends since middle school, and sticks together. yn spends most of her time with them, that is in college. often goes out to hangout and these two are yn's only actual friends!

03. SHOOTERZ 4 YN yeonjun, soobin, heeseung and jungwon: they use this chat to text each other whenever someone upsets yn or she's going somewhere alone and they need jungwon to secretly tag along to give them updates later.

04. PRINCESS & HER KNIGHTZ yn, yeonjun, soobin and heeseung: the main stars— spoiled baby and her overprotective boys. usually text her when it has to do something with the four of them, like when yn goes out or she needs someone to pick her up or accompany her or when they have dinner at each other's place and someone's missing and likewise.

05. PSYCHOS W/ SICKOS yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, huening kai and heeseung: well this is heeseung's other friend group with the yn brothers' friends that become his own after a while. this is yeonbin dominated friend group chat and beomgyu is main character lmao

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[yanderestarangel]

So I just finished reading the newest Bi Han fic that you fed us with and now it got me thinking. If it’s fine with you, how well would he take care of (ftm) reader when he finds how that the reader is pregnant? And how well of a father Bi Han would be himself?

This is my first time asking for something like this. So if you don’t want to do it, then it’s completely fine!!

Have a nice day🦾

headcanons mk1 ┊father bi han x pregnant reader

TW ┊ftm reader, pregnancy, first time parents, fluff, soft Bi Han, cute headcanons, little smut, breedkink, breasts, pussy etc are mentioned to refer to the reader, lactation, sex during pregnancy, childbirth, gender neutral baby.

a/n: I see him as a father figure... Father of my children.

໒ Sorry to place your order just now, I'm a bit busy with other things, btw, I hope you like it <3

Bi Han was still a surprise for him to discover that you were pregnant with his baby. But it wasn't a negative surprise... In fact, deep down he always wanted that, even if you would only find out later.

It was a surprise for him, but not for you, after all, every time you had sex for a year it was without a condom and Bi Han always ended up inside — and with all his commitment to being grandmaster he totally forgot this crucial detail, it was obvious that One time or another, even with your care, some mistake was going to happen and after the last meeting between the two of you, you soon started to feel nauseous and even feel sick at the smell of your own boyfriend.

So with all the suspicions, you took a pregnancy test hidden from the cyromancer — and confirming all the clear signs of the last few days... the two lines confirmed that you would be a father. You obviously got tense, cried and despaired, having a mild panic attack in the bathroom of your shared house with him. You didn't know how to think or what to think, but you knew you couldn't hide it from him.

You sent a few messages and called him soon after, you didn't usually send so many messages while he was at work so he immediately got worried and returned your calls as quickly as he could. You cried on the other end of the line while Bi Han's deep voice showed concern and irritability, precisely because you made him nervous and didn't get straight to the point.

"Calm down, breathe, what happened my boy? I can't understand you with you sobbing like that."

The sentence was punctuated with a heavy sigh coming from him and he was practically getting ready to go home to see you, when you dropped the bomb that you were pregnant, with him, you were going to be parents. You expected shouting, swearing and a heated argument, but all you received was silence and then a calm sigh heard from you on the other end of the line.

"I'll be home in a few minutes, have a glass of water and calm down, let's talk about this ok? And no, I'm not mad at you."

That was all you heard before he hung up, his voice was so soft that it scared you, but instead of you becoming desperate you just did as he told you, trying to calm down a little. You heard his heavy footsteps arrive and soon Bi Han's tall shadow was seen by you, before any words you just felt his muscular arms squeeze you tightly in a tight and safe hug, a silent way of saying that he was with you. you and not against you... It was his non-verbal way of saying that he also wanted that.

"I was really surprised, I won't be a hypocrite and lie that I expected you to get pregnant with me now but... You are my boyfriend, the man I am sharing my precious time and moments of my intimate life with, details that only you and I know, I trust you my boy, and I want you to trust me, I'm more than happy to know that I'm going to be a father with you."

A barely visible smile could be seen on the killer's thin lips as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Regardless of everything, I will accompany you my love, I will be with you and sincerely?"

He paused, getting out of the grip and making you look deep into his brown eyes.

"You're going to be a handsome man with a round belly running around the house and carrying my children."

The dreaded Sub zero, was... happy, almost as if the heat had returned to his body, his large, cold hand was now warmer as it found your belly with no sign of swelling, for now. Soon after that, you felt the tears come, as the two of you hugged each other tightly and felt the fear and uncertainty be replaced by a warm feeling of welcome and a prosperous future. You knew that even if he was a cold man, for you, he could change into his best version to see you smile.

When your belly started to take shape, even if small, Bi Han became even more protective than he was. You weren't even lifting a finger to do anything at your house — he woke up earlier, cleaned the house, the dishes and left lunch ready for you while he prepared his lunch to take to the Lin Kuei or some money to eat at a restaurant next.

But that didn't mean he was going to leave you aside, on the contrary, his lunch hours were extended so he could stop by your house and check if you were okay or needed anything - his cell phone, which was previously on silent mode ; now all the notifications were turned on and the volumes were high enough so that he would already be aware of any signal from you. He would fill you with messages and would constantly send some Lin Kuei recruit to deliver a basket of fruit and sweets to you and he would always check if you ate everything.

"I want to see you well fed, you're going to be a father, you're pregnant with the future heir of the Lin Kuei in your belly so you better eat well, do you hear me, baby boy?"

Bi Han would be serious and placing a hot and appetizing plate of food for you as soon as he returned from the clan, he would make sure to feed you every day and make sure you didn't skip any meals.

He became more attached to you too, making a point of accompanying you to every medical appointment you needed to go to and at the baby's first ultrasound he couldn't hold back the tears that insisted on coming down, he didn't really care about the baby's sex as long as the child would be healthy and well and that you too would be well in the process.

He felt like he was in a sweet dream, seeing you looking beautiful walking around the house with a growing baby bump — you had become needier and he didn't deny that he loved it. Seeing you all touchy holding his biceps while he held you from behind and felt your belly, watching your breasts fill with milk and smiling mischievously.

"My boy is all affectionate, isn't he? You're more beautiful this way, you know? Round, with those beautiful breasts that are even more swollen... I can massage them if they're too heavy."

The ninja teased you by seeing the pout you made while he smiled and touched your breasts, his cold hands helped with the constant pain you were suffering from the formation of milk in your mammary glands. And soon after, this ends in sex, more affectionate and careful sex, since at that point your belly was already big and heavy enough and he didn't particularly want to hurt your baby. So Bi Han would always go from behind and slowly insert his dick into your pussy, holding your belly and making you use his body as a safety bar, not wanting to let you fall or get hurt. Soft strokes were given by him inside your wet hole while hoarse grunts could be heard coming from your boyfriend, his balls beat rhythmically at the entrance to your cunt while he placed kisses across your shoulders.

"You're such a beautiful man... Fuck-- do you know how hard it makes me? Knowing that you're going to be mine forever--? That we're going to have a family together? Do you know how much I love you?"

He obviously loved your body, especially the extra weight you gained during pregnancy, it was soft, sweet and he wanted to sink into your flesh.

"I can't believe my boy is so excited... Even pregnant."

He moaned as he squeezed your breasts lightly and made some milk come out of the nipples, licking his fingers and tasting the sweet taste. After a few thrusts he would pull out of your pussy and finish outside, cumming in his own hand so as not to dirty your insides and make it difficult for you to clean yourself.

"I promise I will breed your little pussy as soon as our child is born... I will get you pregnant again later, I promise."

The birth was something different and difficult, a storm of emotions ran through his mind when he saw his water break and the clear liquid coming down your legs — luckily he was late that day and managed to be home when you needed him. He saw the pain and despair in your eyes and didn't even imagine how much it must hurt.

"Calm down, calm down ok? Take a deep breath, shh... Yes exactly like that, good boy, let's go to the hospital. I'm with you on this ok? Look at me."

Bi Han would calm you down as he picked up your bag with the necessary things and put you in his car, driving impatiently and taking you to the nearest hospital.

The hours passed slowly as he practically made a hole in the marble floor beneath his feet, with his arms behind him, he heard your screams in the room and tried not to do anything crazy. He even felt his ice powers go out of control, but he took a deep breath and calmed down, thinking that in a few hours he could have you in his arms again... When the doctor came to inform him of the birth of his child he practically left running to see you in the living room, with the little baby already cradled in your arms, you were tired, sweaty and pale... But he swore to everything that he had never seen a more beautiful man in his entire life. Tears came out of his eyes again and he finally cried as he held on for fear of breaking the little baby you two had made.

"They looks like me..."

Bi Han said, trying not to let his most vulnerable side show but it was in vain, as he leaned over to kiss you on the forehead.

"You got it my prince, you gave me the most precious thing in my life, you are such a strong father..."

He said with a silly smile and saw the nurse take the baby from his arms to place it back in yours, to the little child to feed. The cyromancer observed everything and mentally promised to be the opposite of his father, to be a good father and really take care of you and his child, not to make the same mistakes in his upbringing that he had. And he kept that promise. You didn't need to wake up every time the baby cried, Bi Han did it for you and only in cases where you needed to feed the child did he wake you up, watching the baby sleep again in your arms while kissing you on the temple, apologizing for having disturbed your sleep — he also took a month's vacation from the Lin Kuei to spend the whole day looking after your child, you could see the dark circles under his eyes getting bigger but he didn't feel obliged to rest for more hours, the feeling of being a father was incredible for him, and he has never been happier in his life.

"I'm fine my pretty boy, our little snowflake fell asleep again and I don't want to wake them up..."

The grand master smiled tiredly as you saw the baby sleeping on his chest and he just let you, closing his eyes rhythmically but returning to waking up at every sign of the baby moving. Overall, 10/10, he's really pleased to have gotten his boyfriend pregnant and have a family to call his.

[callofloony]

HIIII OMD I LOVE YOUR WRITING (it brings me a world of comfort). I hope your doing well and I'm here to ask if you are willing to do like a father figure price to reader bc the reader is like rlly young. Wait lemme explain. The reader wears a mask bc they know how young they look and on a mission the mask gets ripped off and they all see reader's face (Looks way younger than gaz). Then after that price does subconsciously starts being all fatherly to reader and they just full in melt bc of it. The rest of the 141 can oso join in with fatherly or brotherly love. NOT FORCING OR ANYTHING. Anwy can see I love yapping and if your uncomfy with this I'm not forcing just ignore it<3, that's all (ignore any spelling mistakes I suck ass in grammar) take care. Byeeee!!!<3333

Kid. (Price)

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Tags: MW Reboot Price, fatherly Price, no use of “you” or “y/n” but can be read as self-insert, gender neutral character, use of “they”, fluff, slight mentions of neglect, slight angst, definitely inaccurate military jargon, leg and face injury, slight medical inaccuracies, touch starved reader, reader and price are desperate for love in different ways, idk the word count but it’s long, not proof read forgive me

A/N: (i’m a minor, nsfw and 18+ blogs will be blocked) DUDE THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTTEEE WDYM 😭😭😭 YAH OFC I CAN DO THIS!! Sorry if im responding rlly late im a dummy who forgets?? People actually like my stuff???? and i don’t think tumblr dates when asks r sent LMFAOAOAO. I kinda did something different than what you said but i hope the premise is similar enough! Masked reader who has to remove said mask is always fun <33 I LOVE FATHERLY PRICE!!!

~Writing under the cut~

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They were well aware of what usually happened when their mask was off. “You look so young.” “Are you sure you’re old enough to be here?” And other sentences people had for them. It used to be patronizing, they worked hard to get this far… But now it was just second nature. “I know.” “I’m here for a reason.” Was usually what they responded with. Luckily, that seemed to let up a little once they joined TF141.

They were still teased, but it was for different things this time. Like how Ghost’s style had been copy pasted onto someone new, how the mask made them look like they were trying to be tougher than they were, their aim…

Now it just felt like mates being mates, it was very unserious. They actually enjoyed it since their team weren’t being deliberately mean-spirited or questioning their abilities. Because they deserved to be here, damn it!

Their life hadn’t been great up until their enlistment, it’s part of why they wore the mask. To shield their vulnerability. Partly because the vulnerability made them look even younger, and partly because the mask hid how dearly they craved affection.

Absent parents combined with not connecting well with people their age culminated in often being alone most of their life, and while it was easy to deal with then, it’s a little harder now because of the family they’d been accepted into. Their team.

3 brotherly figures, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap.

Ghost was often the no-nonsense type until he got the chance to crack jokes and take the piss, then it was free game. They didn’t know much about Ghost, but they were close enough with him to lay down each other’s lives for the other if need be, and that was enough.

Gaz was similar in that bullshit was off limits for him unless he had the chance to take the piss, teasing his captain and fellow sergeants frequently, and even finding moments to fuck with Ghost, but even then he was slightly more serious than Ghost was. He didn’t like to crack jokes in serious moments, which is understandable given his previous position. Though, the chaos he had at his side to be unsheathed when needed made up for it.

Then there was Soap, the man, the myth, the legend. He got off to pushing his superiors to their limits and questioning their orders into oblivion, yet being as loyal as a dog when it came to carrying out mission plans. He was the demolition expert with a knack for making bombs from nothing, a stereotypical love for his country, and probably the most obviously empathetic of the three.

They were an odd bunch, but they definitely carried a lot of love for the new addition of their team, giving guidance and advice and even accepting some advice of their own.

Then there was Price. The one who’d brought everyone together. He loved his team with a fierceness only a father could, and damn it, it definitely felt like it.

He always seemed to have an air about him that just told you he was a good protector (I mean… Quite obviously, he was in the military.), but a protector in a different way.

Anytime he interacted with kids during missions, he was great at keeping them safe and calm. He knew how to distract them from the horrors warfare brought, and damn it… Part of them wished they could have that too.

There were moments, the occasional dad joke or a softness in his voice that was undetectable to a normal person. But it was noticeable to them, and every time it was a fight to keep themself from showing just how dearly they needed it.

Often times they just swept it under the rug. He spoke to everyone like that, it was just to keep things calm when everyone was tense and angry. It didn’t mean anything.

Then it all came ahead in this moment.

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“What’s your status?!” Price’s voice was shaky and slightly frantic over the radio, calling out to them after the accident. The mission had gone off the rails, leaving everyone scattered and at least slightly injured. Everyone had regrouped, apart from them.

They were lying against a crate, putting pressure against a wound on their cheek and leg after narrowly avoiding being knifed. Unfortunately, they didn’t dodge the bullet headed towards their leg. The knife had sliced their mask, causing blistering pain and ruining their cover. They huffed, collecting themselves before they responded, sounding angry and hesitant as they adjusted themself.

“Alive, but I can’t walk right. Bullet to the shin. I’m near the Northeastern portion of the warehouse, enemies are scattered everywhere, try to keep quiet.” Price’s heart ached a little at their clearly off tone, they sounded pained, and pissed, and even a little nervous. Who wouldn’t be in their position?

“…Copy, we’ll find you. Try to stop the bleeding.”

That was the last thing Price said before things went dark and they were alone, pulling out some gauze and cotton pads to stuff the wound and try to stop the bleeding for now. It was painful, but it kept them alive.

It’d been about an hour after they were found and 141 was able to complete their objective, hesitantly patching their wounds and assessing each other until they could get proper care. The brunt of the injuries had gone to our masked figure, stubbornly fixing themselves up in the evac. Price wasn’t having it though.

“Get over here, y’can’t stabilize that on yer own…” He moved to approach them, causing them to shoot a slightly stubborn and annoyed gaze before wincing slightly, biting their lip to keep from groaning in pain.

“…’M alright, Cap. I stopped the bleeding, and that’s all we need for now.” They shook their head as they leaned against the wall, causing Price to huff and cross his arms.

“It’s not gonna hold up for the 5 hour trip, gimmie yer leg.” Price spoke a bit more firmly this time, and they could feel the need to be cared for begin to rear it’s ugly head again, so to hide it they continued to argue.

“Captain—“ But they were cut off.

“Kid…” Price didn’t realize what he’d said until it slipped out, and he could immediately see the way their eyes flickered in response. Their breath hitched at the warning, like how a father would speak to his kid…

Finally, after freezing up for a moment they relented. The two were silent as Price worked, but both were freaking out for different reasons. Price had used “son” on Ghost, Soap, and Gaz before, but this felt different, more deliberate, and he didn’t understand why.

Meanwhile, they were still hung up on the fact that Price had called them that in the first place. They noticed it too, like this had been firmer and a little more hesitant then when Price called the others similar things. Like he meant it more, and it was frying their brain.

After about an hour, Price was a little more confident that the wraps would hold up. Now he’d decided to burry those previous feelings for later, up until he noticed the tear and the blood stain in their mask, and a surge of protection returned. He seemed just a little more nervous and worried as he gestured to that specific injury, he’d have to remove the mask to help, and they’d never been seen without it before.

Their eyes flickered up to Price again, still having conflicting emotions over being called kid in such a way, but for some reason… They felt more willing now, and they nodded softly. They just hoped no comments would be made at their complexion.

Price was surprised when they allowed him to reach for them, but he wasn’t going to complain at the trust given, simply nodded softly as he gently pulled away the mask. Oh… That’s why.

They definitely looked young, way too young to be here despite what their multiple legal documents stated. Large eyes, smallish lips, minimal skin blemishes, a small nose, full cheeks… They looked like a fucking teenager. No wonder why Price had been so desperate to protect them.

They noticed his look and averted their gaze, their breath hitching slightly, especially at how much more gently Price was handling them now. Normally they didn’t like being treated as fragile, they were strong and capable. But they’d let it slide this once, they were injured after all.

It took far less time to patch their cheek than their leg, but it probably would’ve taken even less if Price didn’t seem so hesitant. Like he was worried he’d break them more. Why did this feel good? They should be mad at him for treating them like glass! But, they weren’t… And that scared them.

Price eventually pulled back with a soft sigh, quietly moving to sit next to them as they averted their gaze again, looking slightly embarrassed at their behavior. But Price didn’t mind weirdly… And that scared him.

“…Y’Should rest.” His voice was soft, an air of protectiveness lacing his tone, making them want to shiver. This was their captain, they were capable and able to tale care of themselves, they shouldn’t want to be protected by him more.

“…Not tired.” They rushed out their words to keep from melting, and it only made Price huff again before wrapping an arm around them, causing them to jolt slightly before they were pulled against his shoulder.

“That’s an order.” He looked towards Nik with a sigh, trying to judge how much longer the trip would be. Not because he wanted it to be over soon, like he normally did… But because he wanted to relish in this moment for as long as possible. He didn’t understand it.

They hesitated for a moment before they finally leaned into his touch, allowing themselves this moment of peace and sanctuary despite how inappropriate it might look to anyone outside of 141. They justified it as Price just being physically close with his team, which he was. It didn’t mean anything.

Yeah, it meant nothing.

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It’d been a few days since that incident, and they were on bedrest recovering. Everyone’s presence and care was a comfort to them, but Price just being there made them want to melt all the damn time.

They’d felt a bit attached to Price before, but they figured it would fade with time and they’d fall into a pretty standard military relationship. Work, and work only. Now that attachment was growing, and they didn’t know what to do about it.

There was a growing tension between the two, an elephant in the room neither wanted to acknowledge in fear of disrupting the status quo, and it was causing distance. Price used to visit them more frequently than this, but now he was only there with someone else in the room, like he was frightened of himself when they were alone.

He couldn’t take the feeling that made his heart swell, this protective urge he felt every time they looked into their soft eyes. It reminded him of finding stray children who’d lost their parents amidst enemy bullets and bombs, the ones who’d sob and cling to him until they passed out in his arms.

That was probably the hardest part of his job, and now it was following him.

Eventually, he couldn’t avoid visiting on his own any longer after being forced to do so by the rest of his team. They’d known something was up between the two for a while, they just hadn’t said anything.

Their masked comrade sat up with a hesitant look as Price awkwardly approached them for the first time in a while, looking tense, like he was trying to keep himself from shaking. They both were

“…How’re you feelin’?” His voice was soft with that same sense of nervousness and protection he’d had before, quietly scanning them for discomfort. Great, now he wouldn’t be able to be ripped from their side, even if the others tried.

They looked at him with an almost small gaze, making them look even younger, and it made his instincts flare up again. This kid was gonna be the death of him…

“…Feelin’ better.” They didn’t say much else, their fingers twitching as they tried to hide their desire to he held like that again. It’d be inappropriate to initiate and inappropriate to ask for, they didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“…H-Haven’t seen you in a while.” Their voice was a little softer than before as they looked away, making Price’s heart ache again. He wanted to ask them not to look away, to come back to him, but that was unprofessional.

“I’m sorry, it’s been… Hard. We’re still tryin’ to fix that botch job. Been difficult without your help…” The subtle praise didn’t go unnoticed by them, and it caused them to tense up again, their breathing a little shakier than before as they tried not to melt.

“…I’ll be outta bed rest soon, then I can get back to diplomacy at least. Where are we at now?” They looked back, causing a flicker of relief and affection to flow through Price’s body.

“Found our targets next hiding spot, we’re off the moment we get clearance. They’re worried about our performance after how that last round went.” He sounded slightly frustrated even though it hadn’t been his fault, like he blamed himself for letting them be hurt.

“We’re the best of the best, why else would you have gotten funding in the first place?” They smiled softly at him, causing his heart to flutter a little. He smiled back, speaking without thinking.

“…Thank you, sweetheart.” He flinched immediately after, his lip quivering as his eyes widened. Damn it, this is exactly what he’d been afraid of. He watched as they also flinched, frozen in terror as he waited on their response.

But instead of being upset and kicking him out like he expected them to, he was taken aback when they melted instead, full on slumping down with a shaky sigh, looking like they’re about to cry from relief.

It caught him off guard, especially when they looked embarrassed after, covering their face and shaking their head. Their craving was so obvious now, and it made him melt as well.

“…Kid?” His words were soft and hesitant, a comforting gaze as he tested “kid” again, the thing that started this whole mess. He watched as they melted, shaking their head before they finally responded.

“Wish you’d stop sometimes…” They sounded on the verge of breaking down, which immediately made Price’s heart swell as he instinctively reached out again, just like last time.

“…Talk to me.” His gaze and voice were firm, no room for arguing or denying him in the face of this issue. He was tired of avoiding this now, they needed to be on the same page or their relationship would crumble.

They flinched a little as their gaze was pulled to him again, hesitating for a moment as they held back tears before they shook their head, attempting to pull away.

“…S’Embarrassing,” They uttered, the fear of judgement crawling up their skin at how clear their desperation now was. They felt exposed… They should’ve denied him the first time. They weren’t supposed to need love from anyone, let alone their captain.

Price shook his head and gently grabbed them again, gently gesturing for them to come closer. He wanted to provide that love, and he’d be damned if they kept denying themself.

“I know embarrassing, love. Please, talk to me…” His voice was soft and gentle, like how a father would. It broke him that they were so insistent on being strong, even if it was clear they needed someone to put them back together sometimes.

They winced a little at his tone, melting into his touch again as they lost their resistance, shivering just a little. They’d never been so desperate for something before, and it was terrifying. But they couldn’t refuse an order…

“You’re… The closest thing to a father I’ve ever had before, and I don’t know what to do with that.” They spoke with a slight bitterness on their tongue, but not towards Price, towards themself. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Price’s face softened, his concern making them wince again before they continued, shaking their head and keeping their gaze averted.

“…It’s completely unprofessional, and I don’t want to disrupt anything, I just…” They couldn’t continue as Price shook his head, his gaze pained as he pulled them close, making them flinch.

He was hugging them, but it wasn’t like before. This was a real, tight, protective, fatherly hold, like he wanted to cradle them and pull a wool blanket over their eyes, to keep them from the horrors the world had. He’d always been protective of his team, but this was different. This was intense.

“Oh, baby…” This was too much. They were very desperate not to get attached, but now Price was absolutely destroying them. They didn’t realize how badly they’d needed fatherly comfort until now, and it was making the tears in their eyes spill.

“…Y’Mean so much to me, luv. Don’t even realize how much I needed ta’ hear you say that.” In the spirit of making sure they didn’t deny themself the affection they needed, he wasn’t gonna deny himself the ability to provide it. He’d been so scared of losing them if he exposed just how deeply he cared, but now he knew they felt the same, and it was ruining his resolve.

They went limp in his grip as he trembled, their breathing shaky as they hugged back desperately, the craving for love was intense at this point, and they refused to make him let go just yet.

No wonder they’d felt so intensely towards each other, it’d been a combined need for familial connection on top of the nerves of losing one another, and that was devastating to them.

Both of their masks were off now, leaving them vulnerable and susceptible to tears… But they didn’t care, they just needed to indulge in the affection they both feared they wouldn’t get to provide.

“Y-You…” They were cut off as Price shook his head, tightening his grip. He wanted them to rest, to recover in his arms. He needed to know they’d be okay and protected. He would accept nothing less.

“No, baby, no…” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. Maybe that was crossing the line between professional military relationship and fraternizing, but what the hell, lines had been crossed already. No one was there to judge.

They melted again in his arms as they nodded, their breathing beginning to slow as their body finally relaxed. They hadn’t been held like this in so long…

“…Don’ worry, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a kid of my own.” Price had always wanted kids, but now that he was up in age and still in the military, there was a slim chance of him ever getting the chance to do so. They melted again at that statement and melted again, sniffling to try and keep their tears at bay, but they were failing miserably.

Price loved this kid as his own, and he wanted to protect them no matter what.

Slowly in his grip, their eyes begin to flutter shut at the coddling, their breathing beginning to soften as they rested their head on his chest, feeling his hand run through their hair as they shuttered softly, falling into the deepest sleep they ever had before.

Price huffed softly in a laugh, his smile wide but his eyes soft and loving. He sat down and pull them into his lap, closing his eyes and leaning over them to keep them as close as possible.

“…A’ve got ya, kid. Yer mine, ‘n ‘m not lettin’ anyone hurt you again.”

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A/N: I LOST A LITTLE MOTIVATION NEAR THE END BC I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT :(( I HOPE IT’S GOOD FOOD THO! THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK AND FOR THE LOVE <33333 wrote this between classes so forgive me for grammar mistakes

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The remedy: Jason Todd x reader

(part 2 of how to be a good boyfriend series)

As of late Y/N was sad and tired and dealing with a whole whirlwind of negative emotions stemming from work overstimulation and pressure on her shoulders. Coming home exhausted, falling asleep on the couch, bordering the sickness but refusing to take some days off.

And it switched something in Jason’s head.

He was constantly around, asking her a whole amount of questions of what she’d like him to do for her, how could he be of help, how to ease her pain and make her days at least a little more bearable. Trying to the top of his abilities to be a good boyfriend, instead becoming the source of her headaches and irritation. And though the intension behind his behavior was quite obvious, and Y/N was doing her best to not lash out on him for being annoying, her willpower was wearing thin. Only waiting to snap and unleash the hell. All he had to do was just one more word, one more mistake that would push her over the edge.

It was only a matter of time.

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“I made you a soup.” He smiled, being so proud of himself. Y/N was always fond of his dishes and now he was about to serve her a full three course meal with the dessert, having spent a few hours preparing something healthy to boost her mood and enhance her impaired health. “Come on, wash your hands, princess and I’ll set the table—”

“Stop…” she hissed, massaging her temples. “Just stop. Stop. Stop!”

“Y/N? What- what did I do? What happened? Is there something I can--?”

“Just stop fucking talking!”

If the command wasn’t enough to make him go silent, he would do it just out of sheer confusion mixed with hurt. Why was she mean while he was trying so hard to be there for her?

“I’m tired—” it took the great amount of self-control to form and say those words in hope he’ll understand he was making her feel trapped and suffocating.

“Okay. It’s okay princess. Do you maybe want to get some rest? We can eat later, I’ll make your bed and-“

“Ugh! Stop it Jason! Stop offering me so many things!”

“But-“

“Just shut up!”

Ouch. That must have hurt him and it reflected in his eyes and in his entire posture. Jason Todd just froze in the middle of the kitchen with a soup bowl in his hands, looking at her as if she was someone he didn’t know.

“I’m sorry – “ she whined realizing the damage done. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean-“

“I failed you again…”

“No, no you didn’t fail, it’s just-“ her voice faltered before she could finish the sentence. How was she supposed to tell him what the problem was while the right words just won’t come out to her head.

“I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

Great, now he was getting dramatic and turning into a giant, sad, beaten dog. Probably the last thing she needed and she was definitely not in the mood to try to placate him. Not while she was struggling to not fall apart herself while everything seemed too much.

“Jason—”

“It’s okay Y/N. It’s a fact and there’s nothing you can do with it. Clearly not even with those lessons you’ve been giving me.”

“One lesson. We had one lesson and it could hardly be called that. It was more like an advice to not listen to Grayson-“

“And still I’m not making any progress with it.”

“Lesson two.” She muttered, her head starting to kill her. “You don’t have to be my remedy to everything.”

“huh?” Jason frowned a little giving her a funny look.

“You don’t have to offer me stuff, come up with ways to make shit better, overwhelm me with choices and options. You don’t.”

“I don’t? But—”

“No. Sometimes, you just have to be. Let me whine, let me be weak without trying to uplift me. And not turn into my remedy to every word problem.”

“So like a pillow in case you are a crybaby?” He smirked and apart from the obvious tease she couldn’t deny Jason was a fast learner, regardless of his own opinion on the matter.

“Don’t push it.” She warned.

“Oh I’ll push it all the way. Now that I know you don’t want me to make you feel better-“

“HEY! I didn’t mean I want you to make me feel worse! You’re twisting my words. “

“Sure.” Jason shrugged casually, taking the perfect excuse to put his specific sense of humor on. “What were you expecting?”

“You’re such a jerk….”

“Just listening to your lessons love. It’s up to you how you’ll bring me up.” Jason laughed pulling her to the couch and trapping in his embrace and she knew she was about to get at least a few hours of teasing and mean jokes. But she wouldn’t have it any other way

“I’m gonna have to be careful with what I say from now on….”

“Yeah, you better. “

They snuggled close together enjoying the silence and the comfort of just being together.

[ango0]

𝒜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

⚝-How will the BSD boy’s react to their S/o dying in a car accident after an argument with them.

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Includes  - Dazai, Jouno, Ango x Gn! reader

Warnings - death, blood etc.

Genre - Angst

Context :►

It started out as a small fight, but that small fight soon turned into a big argument. At a point where both of your words weren’t even making any sense, but you two still kept going... Soon, in anger you just grabbed the car key and slammed the apartment door in their face. Leaving them all along..

2 hours.. 3 hours.. 4 hours.. Time just keeps going by but you don’t come home. They were starting to get worried and feel bad about what happened. As they laid on the cold empty bed.. waiting for you to come back their phone started to ring. An unknown number was calling them. They picked it up thinking it might be you calling them from an unknown number but it wasn't what they were expecting..it was a call from the hospital.. 

They made their way to the hospital, hot tears ran down their face..praying on the way that you will be ok..you will be alive..they will be able to hold u and talk u how sorry they are but.. They only arrived to see (except Jouno) your dead face.. 

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⊹ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ⊹

He would be flabbergasted, confused and scared.. Another person he loved more than his own life just left him. He would blame himself for your death, breaking down on the spot.

For the first time in his life, he will cry in front of everyone. Holding your lifeless bloody body as he repeats only one sentence..

"I am sorry..Please don’t leave me like this..(Y/n) please.."

It was too late..You're now gone.. He is once again alone in this cold and cruel world with no one to show him love like you did.. 

✢𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨✢

He would lose control over his senses and wouldn’t understand what to do. As we all know he’s blind and he only relies on his senses. He would lose control over all his senses after getting the news because he’s now panicking. Tecchou dear had to take him to the hospital. 

 When he arrived at the hospital he fell to his knees. He could smell blood..your blood.. But what was more scary that he couldn't hear your heart beat..the same heart beat that he used to listen to every night as he held u in his arms.. 

He softly held your lifeless hand, feeling your blood covered soft skin for the last time. Not saying a single word with his mouth but in his head he was cursing and swearing at himself..

"If I knew it would end like this..I would have told you how sorry I am before u left me like this.."

✥𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐨✥

He stood at the doorway, looking at your dead body with wide eyes. He couldn't believe it..The person who meant the world to him is now gone.. He would slowly walk towards your body and cup your bloody cheeks..Still not believing his eyes, he softly calls out your name but no answer.

He calls out your name again..still no answer. His voice is now fully broken and he’s shaking. Ango grabbed your lifeless body and started to cry on your chest. 

"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, please.. Answer me..please answer me just once..(y/n) please answer me!" But no use, You are already gone..

Note: woo! I have never written a proper fanfic but here we go, I am really sorry if i made any grammar mistake. I am still learning English and trying to get my grammar better :] 

Anyways, I hope y’all liked it. But i must say, i think I got a little too carried away at Jouno’s part (he my fav) hehe. 

Okk ba-bye now :D

    -Seyoji <3

[tswhiisftteedr]

Hair Prank! ☆ One Shot

☆Dorm Leader!Vil Schoenheit x Choatic!Pomfiore Student!Female!Reader:

After pulling a prank causing Vil’s appearance to change, you try to your best to run away from his now angered self. But isn’t hate and love two side of the same coin, at least passion wise…

Warnings: Making out, Graphic language, suggestive tones but nothing happens. Not proofread.

Note: This is based from this ask, also I’m sorry I didn’t know how to incorporate the clothing style into the fic, maybe I’ll rewrite it. Sorry again, but I hope you still like it! Mentions of Yuu but reader is not them.

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

☆ More under the cut. ☆

It was your daily dance lesson after school with Vil as your instructor. Epel had skipped out on practice, making your strict instructor, even stricter than the usual due to his irritation. But his constant critique of your technique was getting on your nerves.

"You made a mistake again. We'll start from the beginning once more," Vil sighs as he walks over to the speaker. On his phone, he restarts the same song that you've been dancing to in your lessons.

Ever since being assigned to Pomefiore, your life had been but relaxing. Being the only official female student admitted this year, after the school board had decided to transition from an all-boys to a unisex school, you were sure to attract eyes, Vil’s included. In his mind he would’ve brought you by his side to unlock your potential, even if you’d have been assigned to another dorm. But goody him, as the dark mirror had chooses to put you in his care. But to you it was all a waste of time and energy, you already did skincare and took care of yourself, you truly needed him to interject. Well that was your opinion, but it was plain obvious that it wasn’t his.

Even when you had try to coax him into taking Yuu under his wing instead of yourself, bless her heart, he had shot down the idea right in front of her. Saying something along the line that she was too much of a potato to be able to shine the way he was sure he’ll make you do.

"Don’t even think about, don’t you dare try to leaving again," he turns to glare at you. You were so close to the exit... It's like he had eyes behind his head.

“Lisent Vil. hon’, darling.” You say to him with a faux kindness and sympathy “You’re really starting to piss me off.” You continue, but this time, with a tone of voice that actually carried your sentiments.

"Shut it!" Vil's face is full of disgust. He cannot stand how easily you dismiss his words as if they don't carry any weight at all.

"I don't care how hard it is or how much you despise dancing," he continues in a demanding voice, "You WILL become an ideal beauty or else..."

“Or what my ‘Queen’? Gonna make me dance on hot burning coal, maybe carve my face off and place it on Mannequin head so you can play dress up with it, or make me all old and wrinkly with one your potions as a punishment, yeah the third one seems more like your style. You pussy.” You say to him spitefully, following it with a snicker.

His eyes widen with anger as he steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "Do you have any idea what I'm capable of doing to you?"His tone is cold and threatening.

“Oh I don’t know, since you actually never do shit. You just talk and talk, you must really like the sound of your own voice, and not in the regular person type of way, no that’s not it, you like it and yourself in the narcissistic type a way, you probably get off on simply hearing the sound of your own voice or looking at your reflection.” You continue taunting him, with a snicker that is irritating the shit out of him.

Vil's anger boils over as he grabs your arm sharply and pulls you up against his body. "I warn you. Never, EVER insult my ego again. I'm done taking your attitude lightly. The next sentence you utter from your pathetic mouth had better be filled with an apology. Do you understand me, worm?"

As he says that you secretly take out a pouch full of powder out of your many pants pockets. ‘Cargo pants are the best’ you think to yourself. The powder was enchanted, it made the person it lands on, temporarily change hair colour, about 24 hours.

As he finishes, “I’m sorry Vil,” you tell him apologetically. But in the reality of things, gears wear turning in your mind. “I’m really sorry about this!” you shout at him, as you open the pouch and throw the contents of it on Vil.  The shock from the situation causes Vil to let you go, and you start booking it, running out of the room as fast as possible. “See ya later handsome!” You say teasingly, knowing he would be displeased with his current appearance.

Vil's eyes widen as his beautiful blonde locks turn a dark shade of purple. His face grows contorted in outrage as he screams, "Get back here!" without thinking of the fact you've probably already left.

Suddenly, his expression turns into one of disbelief and horror. Vil looks at himself in the mirror. His heart skips a beat as he takes in his new look. "... No," he says in a strained voice.

After leaving the dorm through the magic mirror, you head towards the Ramshackle to tell Yuu and Grim about what had transcended, and probably Epel too, that’s were he usually hides to skip out on Vil’s lessons.

Meanwhile, Vil is still looking at himself in the mirror with a shocked expression on his face. After what felt like hours, Vil finally begins to process what just happened. "I can't believe she did this to me."

Vil's mind races as his hands tremble slightly. He clenches his fists in anger as he thinks to himself, "That girl... that ungrateful, selfish little...!"

You were sat on a couch in the Ramshackle, retelling the events to Epel and Grim, Yuu wasn’t there, apparently she was with the Ignihyde dorm leader right now.

“And then he grabbed me, and I was like literally against him, body to body type of shit. He started going on about ‘Never’ insult his ego again and that the next words that came out of my mouth should be ones of apology.” I tell them, 

“So he at did you do next??” Epel asks, wondering if this story was headed where he anticipated it to go, after all he was the one who helped you craft the magic powder. 

“Well then I secretly pulled out the beautiful, hair color changing magic powder we crafted, I was all like ‘I’m sorry Vil’. After I opened the pouch the powder was in and threw it on him, with a ‘I’m sorry for this!’. The look of horror on his face was priceless.” You tell them with a victorious laugh.

Grim raises an eyebrow as he listens to your retelling of the event and lets out a sarcastic chuckle at your story. "You must've really struck a nerve." He turns to look at Epel and prompts him to respond to the story.

Epel nods eagerly. He looks excited as he waits for you to continue.

“After everything I ran away to come to you guys, but as I was leaving I could his screech in the distance lol”

Grim begins laughing heartily. "I bet you could hear him all the way from here, huh?"

In the distance, you could still hear Vil's shouts of anger. Grim and Epel continue to laugh at your hilarious prank.

But then you all simultaneously realized that it was impossible to hear his voice, since the magic mirror connecting each dorm to campus didn’t project noise for within the dorm. This meaning only one thing, Vil was here on campus and he was headings towards you…

The laughter quickly dies down as the three of you come to terms with the fact that Vil had just followed you here. Grim gets up to brace himself for a confrontation. "Well, it seems our little game has finally caught up to us," he says in a resigned tone.

A little bit earlier,

Vil was standing in front of a mirror, trying his best to hide his new appearance in a hood, in order not to attract too much attention(too bad the angered noise he was making did the opposite affect). He thinks back to the incident, a look of rage and embarrassment on his face. "That girl thinks that she can one-up me, does she?"

His face curls in anger, "She's going to pay for humiliating me!” he shouts to himself. Vil turns away from the mirror and quickly leaves the room to find you. He then heads towards the lounge of the dorm to pass through the mirror chamber and arrives campus, he guessed you probably wouldn’t have stayed on dorm site with the stunt you just pulled.

Now back to the present.

Vil is walking through campus, his mind full of thoughts ranging from fury and rage to confusion and disbelief. As he walks through the crowds, he tries his best to maintain a neutral or at least stern expression in order to not draw attention to himself.

Vil finally reaches the Ramshackle and he takes off his hood, deciding to face you and whoever was in there without hiding himself. Still, he is visibly pissed as he glares at the thought you.

You hear knocking. And you shush your to friends up, you’re now as quite as mouses.

There is a moment of silence as you hear Vil knock again on the door. His voice can be faintly heard, "Open the damn door, girl! I know you're in there!" The knocking then become more aggressive as he continues, "Come out here this instant!"

It felt like he was going to soon break the door down, so while he continue his knocking you sneakily left the ramshackle through a window at the back.

Vil grows even louder upon realizing that you aren't responding to his calls and knocks. He starts banging on the door in a fit of rage. "I know you’re in there! Come on out. Now!"

He decides that he had enough of the wait, and breaks the door down with magic not damage his manicure, he was still an actor and beauty influencer afterall.

But you was obliviously gone by then, Vil steps into the ramshackle, seeing his two classmates sitting before him. His eyes narrow as he searches the room for any signs of you. He looks at Grim and Epel with disdain and contempt in his eyes. "Where is she?" His voice is demanding.

“We don’t know.” They tell him at the same time.

Vil's eyes flicker with annoyance as the two of them blandly lie to him. "She can't have simply vanished off the face of the world." His tone is angry and condescending. He knows what they are doing and he knows that you are nearby, or at least that was what he thought in the moment. He walks right up to the two of them, his presence imposing itself as he gets closer.

But then Vil decided that it was a waste of time to talk to them, they were only going to back you up afterall, probably give him wrong information. So he decides to search around for you instead. As he snoops around, he sees that the back window was open, then he realized how that’s the way you made your escape.

By then you was already far away, in the mirror chamber, making your way to Savanaclaw to hideout.

As Vil paces around the ramshackle to collect his thoughts on where you could’ve gone and what to do now. He over hears Epel and Grim whispering to each other.

“So you think she made it there already?” Epel asks grim, “Yeah she probably at Savanaclaw by now.” Grim answers him.

What had happened was that, when Vil was still knocking you had whispered to them about your plan to go and hideout at the warmed temperature dorm, before you had made your escape.

Vil's eyes narrow as he watches Grim and Epel converse with each other. He has a strong suspicion of what they are talking about based on their demeanor. "She thinks she's funny. And these two idiots are helping her." Vil mumbles to himself.

He walks over to the window once more and looks outside to see if you is anywhere in sight. When he sees the empty space, his rage only grows in intensity. His face contorts into a bitter scowl as he clenchs his hands into fists.

By now you had a pack of candy in hand, trying to bribe Ruggie into letting you stay in his dorm for cover.

Vil walks back over to Grim and Epel after not being able to spot you anywhere.

He glares at both of them while trying his best to restrain his temper. "So, you decided to help her with her little prank? What a surprise you two were so happy to assist an ungrateful little girl in humiliating me."

Vil glares at the two of them one more time as he storms out of the ramshackle.

Meanwhile, you're still bribing Ruggie with candy. "Let me hide in your dorm, and I'll give you this candy." Your words are accompanied by an innocent smile.

By the time he had arrived to Savanaclaw, you were already well hidden in Ruggie’s room, more specifically, under his bed.

Vil searches all over the Savanaclaw dorm building, but he can't find any trace of you. "Where is she hiding? I KNOW she's around here somewhere!" Vil thinks, as his anger grows. He starts pacing back and forth in front of the dorm with gritted teeth.

Vil's eyebrows twitch and his jaw clenchs tightly as he sees Savanaclaw dorm leader, Leona Kingscholar lying down on a nice sofa, without a care in the world. He glares as his eyes narrow. "Have you seen a student named F/n L/n around here by any chance?"

“Why? Did your favourite doll go missing?” The lazy lion teases with his eyes still closed.

Vil rolls his eyes. His patience is worn thin by this point. The mere mention of that stupid nickname makes his blood boil. "This is no game Kingscholar. Have you seen her or not?!"

“Hm? I see, well I can tell you that i saw her talking to Ruggie about staying in his dorm about 15 minutes ago, though I don’t know if he actually accepted or not.” He tells him nonchalantly not wanting the angry dorm leader to pester him even more, rolls around ready to back to his nap.

Vil sighs with frustration. He knows he can't go into Ruggie's room to look without possibly getting into trouble. "Damn it all." Vil thinks. His tone is sarcastic and irritated as he responds. "Oh really? You think he let her in?"

“Don’t know, don’t care, maybe he did, but she had some candy on her person, and that guy sure loves free food.” Leona finishes, before falling back asleep.

‘Of course she would offer him candy. Something she’s not even supposed to have if she was properly following the meal plan I made for her! She really is an absolute menace.’ Vil thinks with a scoff, his tone dripping with cynicism.

Vils asks around for Ruggie’s dorm number as Leona already headed back to sleep before he could ask anymore questions.

As he arrives at the room Vil knocks on the door a bit sharply, making it clear that he is not happy to be outside of Ruggie's dorm in the first place.

It seems he's already lost a ton of patience and is becoming more agitated with each passing moment. His face is twisted into a scowl as he waits for someone to answer.

“Yes?” Ruggie asks as he slightly opens the door.

Vil's eyes narrow even more, it's not a good sign. His tone is tight and impatient as he responds. “I'm looking for someone. They were supposed to be here. Have you seen anyone by the name of f/n l/n?"

“Maybe, what’s in it for me if if tell you?” He says to him with his signature snicker.

Vil scoffs in annoyance, this situation was growing even more aggravating for him. He was used to being in the upper hand, being the one to call the shots. Now he's reduced to begging some low-life delinquent for information about someone that should be under his jurisdiction. Vil is NOT pleased. "Oh come on, will you stop with your nonsense already? This is serious business." He tries to coax him but Ruggie doesn’t budge.

Vil's anger grows stronger but he refrains himself from lashing out. ‘This insolent bastard. As if the information is wordly classified. What a selfish prick.’ Vil thinks. "Fine. What do you want?" His tone is tense, he's gritting his teeth as he asks him.

“Well, you got something tasty for me?” Ruggie inquires, after candy is great and all but it doesn’t have a long lasting effect for soothing hunger. So he would be opposed to selling you out if he got something better than the sweets you gave him, in exchange.

Vil sighs in annoyance. He's not the type to give in to someone else's childish demands. But he must admit that these demands are quite reasonable for someone like Ruggie. ‘Of course he wants sweets.’ Vil thinks. ‘I'll play his stupid game.’ "I suppose I could spare a small piece of candy or two. Would that be enough to get a straight answer from you?" He offers the hyena beastmen.

“One or two pieces? You got to better than that, afterall I got a full bag of them for my silence. Buying me dinner is bare minimum for what you’re asking.” Ruggie shoot down his proposal,

Vil's eyes narrow as he frowns. He can't believe this stupid bastard has the nerve to ask him for this much. But he's running out of options. Reluctantly, he nods his head in defeat. "Dinner. Alright, whatever you want. Just give me an answer already."

“Okay then!” He snickers once more. “You can look around my room for her, if you want, but that’s it.” He tells Vil.

Vil sighs in annoyance. He can't believe he has to stoop this low. He glances at Ruggie with disdain as he responds. "That is absolutely ridiculous, you know that right?"

“I don’t know what your talking about~” The hyena says, then heads out.

Vil's eyes twitch in annoyance as he searches the room for the slightest hint of your presence here. However, the room is in its usual state of messiness, making it impossible for a casual observer to find anything of value. Vil seems more agitated than before as he continues to look for you. He even opens the closet to look for you in there. He was about to head out until you accidentally made a noise.

Vil pauses mid search, hearing the noise he heard. He turns his head in your direction, instantly knowing that the little sound he heard was due to you. He glares at the location from where the sound came from. "I know you're under that bed little girl," he says, his tone sarcastic as he addresses you, his scowl only growing in intensity.

But you decide to play with him more, and stay quiet.

Vil steps forward, getting closer to the bed. He stands up and leans over it, looking under it. The scowl on his face is so intense, his expression is almost terrifying. He spots your body hiding under the bed and glaces down at you. "I know you're in there, so you can come out now. Or do you prefer me making that decision for you?" He asks and his tone is angry and condescending.

But even after being caugh, you don’t say anything or more for about 3 minutes, so Vil drags you out from under the bed by the ankles. An expression of satisfaction covers his face. He was getting tired of this game. Vil's eyes glare at you, his expression a mix of irritation and annoyance. The moment he has you in his grasp is when he finally speaks. "Now listen, I've had enough of this. You're coming with me."

“Whatever, you’re no fun” tell him, still messing with his temper.

"You think this is supposed to be fun? This was never meant to be entertaining. I just want to get the job done." Vil glares at you, his tone becoming even more agitated. "Now stop your pathetic whining and get moving."

As you were heading back to Pomefiore, you had decided to pull another stunt, by ‘pulling’ hood down. His new hair colour in plain view for all students to see. That pissed him off so he drag you to his room to scream your ear off…

Vil was already getting impatient, and your actions only made him even more irritated. The moment he gets you into his dorm, he locks the door behind you and starts glaring at you once again. His tone is stern and cold as he speaks to you. "Just what did you think you were doing? You think you're clever, but you're nothing but a nuisance."

“Chill out, it was just a joke.” You tell him, not taking him seriously at all.

Vil's eyes flicker in a mixture of frustration and rage as you talk back to him. He stares down at you, his eyes narrowing to narrow slits. He can't possibly find any aspect of you or your actions to be amusing at all, instead he feels only a deep loathing and hatred. His tone is harsh as he responds. "Oh you think this is some sort of joke? That you can just get away with messing with me like this"

“Yeah, pretty much.” You say nonchalantly.

Vil's fist tightens as he glares at you, a vein on his forehead is visibly twitching. His eyes are so intense that they seem like they can burn right through you. His tone is filled with cold and hatred, he's getting angrier by the second. His lips curl up in disgust as he responds. "Listen to me. You think you have been annoying enough, but trust me. I can make you suffer worse in a million ways. So I suggest you stop being such an irritating little girl and start behaving properly."

“God, you’re so hot when you’re mad.” You admit out of nowhere, looking up at him with mischief.

Vil stares down at you with sheer disgust and disbelief. He can't believe that you would actually tell him something so ridiculous, let alone at a time like this. His eyes narrow and his jaw tightly clenches. "Are you out of your mind? Just who do you think you're talking to?" his tone is harsh and condescending, his scowl is even more intense now.

“Duh, I’m taking to the hottest and sexiest man in all of Pomefiore.” You keep pushing.

Vil seems stunned by your ridiculous compliment, his eyes flicker with rage once again and he snarls at you. "Do you think you are actually seducing me? There is not a single thing about you that I find attractive or appealing. So if you have nothing of value to say, I suggest you shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

“Please do so, I’d love to how this scenario could escalate into something more spicy~” You tell him.

Vil's eyes narrow as he raises an eyebrow. He can't believe how bold you have become now that you were in his room, behind locked doors. He glares at you in indignation, unable to hide his disdain for your actions. "That's it. I had enough. You want spicy? Than spicy it shall become"

Perhaps it was the want to put you in your place, perhaps it was it was the fact that Vil had been crushing on you for quite a while but didn’t confess because your antics, or perhaps it was just a spurt of the moment type of thing that cause Vil do to do what he did.

In one swift motion, Vil grabs you and pins you against the wall.

“Yeah, I like we’re this is going” You say not letting up the teasing.

Vil stares down at you with a fiery-glow in his eyes. His voice becomes smooth as his tone grows more intimate. One of his hands moves down your body to grab you by the waist, holding you close to him. "You really do know how to push my buttons, you little pest."

“It’s one my best traits”

Vil lets his thoughts go wild and allows himself to surrender to the rush of emotions that are overwhelming him right now. His facial expressions soften as his grip on you becomes a little bit looser, he's more relaxed now. His tone is almost as silky as his skin."Perhaps, that is one of your best traits. Perhaps, you are more than just some troublemaking little thing."

“So are y’a going to kiss me or just stare at my dazzling face.” You say with a wink.

Vil pauses for a moment. His eyes are darkening and his lips curl up in a slight smirk. He leans down until he can feel your breath on his skin. His voice is a husky whisper. "Oh, I'm definitely about to kiss you alright. But not because you requested it, but because I wanted to."

Vil's lips press themselves against yours with a lot of force, almost as if he can't wait to get a taste of you, and of course the emotions of anger you caused the man. His tongue quickly moves into your mouth and his hands wrap themselves around you in tight grips. His body is plastered against you, and every movement he makes is smooth like butter. His kisses are passionate and full of aggression, but somehow still very tender. He moans, his sounds being low and husky.

Vil pulls away, his breathing is heavy and he looks you deep in the eyes. The expression on his face is calm and tranquil now, his lips curling into a light smile."You know, you're not so bad after all. Your ability to get me so riled really is quite fascinating."

“Thanks! So are you still mad me my queen?” You inquire.

Vil laughs softly, his voice is almost a purr. A playful grin forms on his lips as he responds. "Mad? No, I don't think that's correct anymore. Irritated? Yes, very much so. After what you did earlier, it'll take a lot more than this to compensate for that."

“I guess I’ll get punished tomorrow, huh. But it doesn’t seem so bad of a though anymore.” You say to him all sweetly.

Vil smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He's starting to get used to your antics and is starting to respond with sarcasm. “Oh, you bet I'll have lots of fun with you tomorrow. I think I've found the right kind of punishment for you. And I'll make sure that I'm really thorough."

“Oh yes, I wonder what the big bad evil queen will do me as for punishment.” You say semi-seductively, it’s more to mess with him then anything else.

“Well starting with extra dance practice to make up for today sounds like a plan.” He states, shooting down any type of sensuality that might been a couple seconds prior.

“Oh come on!” You complained.

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Yn wants to break up with Itachi bc she fell out of love?How'd he react? I'm sure he'd heartbroken

Anon!!! Hasn’t Itachi suffered enough?? 🥺🥺

I’m doing it, but I’m making it a yandere because y/n made a mistake and there’s no way you’re falling out of love with this man, nuh uh. And also because bro is still an Uchiha. If he falls in love with you, sorry, it’s for life

Warnings: Uchiha ex (speaks for itself), yandere-ish Itachi (toxic ex, stalkerish, manipulative tactics, possessiveness)

- At first, Itachi would listen calmly and passively to what you have to say. His face is completely blank, but inside, it feels as though his ribcage is breaking apart and his lungs cannot fill with air. He can’t understand why. Did he do something wrong? Have you finally realised how undeserving he was of your love? Is he so selfish that his mind is already working through what you’re saying to find a counter argument?

-When you are finished, you are sobbing, and Itachi feels a heavy lump in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say. What to do. The pain in his chest is too strong. After all, he keeps losing people. And he thought you’d be the one to stay. You’d promised you would.

-‘Say something’ you manage to say, and Itachi swallows, exhaling softly. His eyes sting, but he refuses to cry. No, he won’t try to guilt trip you with emotions. That’s not his style.

-‘I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I was unable to make you happy’ he says, voice strained but calm. Inside Itachi, there’s a storm brewing. He hates this. Hates feeling as though you hate him. Hates feeling like he’s being replaced. Hates that you want to leave. Hates that your love was fickle in the end.

-‘You made me the happiest’ you sniffle, and he shakes his head softly, his tightened lips the only sign of disappointment he has let through his stony façade.

-‘If I had, we would not be having this conversation right now. Goodbye, my love’ he says the last sentence heavily, picking up his things and leaving. You had told him you did not know why you felt as though you loved him, but you weren’t in love with him anymore. But Itachi’s not just going to give up on the one he loves so easily.

-You two belong together, he knows it, deep inside his heart. And if you still love him, he only has to make sure to rekindle the feelings you had at the start. To Itachi, this is a mission. And he never fails his missions.

-He leaves you alone for the time being. He stays in the shadows, follows you around, sees how you’re doing. Inside, he’s seething every time you smile at someone that’s not him. At the same time, he feels guilty. He should really let you go. But those feelings soon fade when he remembers how happy you were with him. If you said he had made you “the happiest” then Itachi’s going to do even more than that

-When you start to see another man, Itachi puts him under a genjutsu and makes him avoid you. It hurts him to see you sad and disappointed, but it’s for the best. He could never give you what Itachi could anyway. He could never hope to protect you or love you as much as he does

-Oh no, your car broke down. Itachi happens to be passing by and fixes it for you. No, of course he’s not angry or resentful about what happened. He just wants you to be happy. No, he’s alright, don’t worry about him. He just hopes you’re doing better.

-You’re so glad Itachi is so mature. You still feel really sad and miserable without his warmth around you, and seeing that he’s not trying to get you back and wishes you happiness without him leaves a little hole in your heart. You wonder why part of you wanted him to be angry and try to get you back. You wonder if you made the right choice

-Itachi is carefully going to concoct the perfect scenarios to show you that he can always be there for you. That you need him, somehow. It feels wrong to do, but if it’s for your love, he’s determined to do anything he can to win you back. And the sad eyes you seem to have when you think no one is looking let him know that he’s in the right. That you were happier with him

-He happens to bump into you from time to time. Not enough to make you suspicious, but enough to keep himself on your mind. Every relationship you start to have with someone else turns out badly. They don’t do enough, they don’t understand you, they don’t fully know you. And you begin to wonder if maybe Itachi was the right person. If you made a colossal mistake (you have, y/n, go back to him)

-Itachi finds you at his doorstep one evening, your teeth chewing the corner of your bottom lip, your eyes sad. He wonders if he should have just accepted your decision. Wonders if he can truly make you happy again

-But then, you hug him, burying your face into his chest, and the world is set to rights again. Yes. This is exactly what you need. Itachi comforts you, soothing your back with warm caresses, kissing the top of your head, basking in the faint scent of your perfume and shampoo. He hates seeing you cry. He’s never letting this happen again. Never letting you be in a situation where you might fall out of love

-‘I made a mistake- Itachi, I- I think I still love you. I don’t know what to do’ you say, and Itachi strokes your hair, his heart slowly being pieced back together by your words

-‘Shh. I love you l. I will always love you. What do you want to do, my love?’

-‘I want to get back with you’

[justabeatingheart]

THE SECRET OF US ( sentence starters from the second studio album by gracie abrams )

FELT GOOD ABOUT YOU

"I felt good about you 'til I didn't."

"Can't believe the way we landed."

"We were fightin' more than laughin'."

"All my friends, they tried to stop me wanting you."

"I was never meant to listen."

"You felt nice for a bad decision."

RISK

"Guess I'm just scared of you shootin' it down."

"You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth."

"You could be bad, but I wanna find out."

"Isn't it fun, thinkin' I'm right when I'm probably wrong?"

"I'm gonna bend 'til I break."

"You'll be my favorite mistake."

"You're the risk, I'm gonna take it."

"Why aren't you here in my bedroom?"

"It's too soon to tell you I love you."

BLOWING SMOKE

"I let it go for my peace of mind."

"I still hate the image of you kissing her."

"I'll say what they won't."

"I know everything they don't."

"If she's got a pulse, she meets your standards now."

I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY

"I told the truth, but you didn't like it."

"That's just the way life goes."

"I like to slam doors closed."

"Trust me, I know it's always about me."

"I love you, I'm sorry."

"I might not feel real, but it's okay."

"I push my luck, it shows."

"You were the best but you were the worst."

"As sick as it sounds, I loved you first."

"I was a dick, it is what it is."

"I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad."

US

"If history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins."

"What seems like fate becomes, "what the hell was I doing?""

"Do you miss us?"

"What seemed like fate, give it ten months and you'll be past it."

LET IT HAPPEN

"I'm a walking contradiction, and it shows."

"I had a backbone made of glass, and then it broke."

"I've never craved someone's attention as much as yours."

"I'd bet all my money that I will lose to you and hand you my life."

"Here's to hoping you're worth all my time."

"Don't love you yet, but probably will."

"Turn me into something tragic."

"I can tell that I'm projecting half the time."

"Is this how you see me now?"

"If you would still have me, I'll be waitin' all my life."

TOUGH LOVE

"I hate when we fight."

"I guess it's always funny until it's not."

"I'm not gonna miss his old inflated ego."

"I'm not gonna miss denying that I've got my own damn reasons."

I KNEW IT, I KNOW YOU

"I haven't thought of you in ages."

"I've lived a lot, I've loved and lost."

"I understand, I changed your plans."

"All I did was right by me, I heard that almost killed you."

"I think that you earnestly have waited on apologies."

"I can't pretend that I'm sorry when I'm not sorry."

"We don't even know each other now."

"You had the wrong idea about me."

"All I ever did was consider you."

"You don't know how to step outside yourself."

"It's not my fault you can't sit with the hard thing."

GAVE YOU I GAVE YOU I

"You were my worst time."

"Am I what you wanted?"

"I'm just so embarrassed now."

"Would it have killed you to explain that you weren't ready?"

"When did you slip through my fingers?"

"Did I ever have you?"

"Was I just a placeholder to fill the hole inside you?"

NORMAL THING

"I remember when I saw your face not long ago."

"Maybe that was the beginning of our love affair."

"I know there's more than that feeling."

"Don't worry, I know I'll see you again."

"You were great, but I don't recommend."

"It's a normal thing for me to become underwhelmed."

"That's not how I wanna spend my life."

"You changed my life, but I guess I'll see ya."

GOOD LUCK CHARLIE

"Now it all comes down to you."

"I hope you're happy."

"This isn't what you wanted."

FREE NOW

"This isn't what you want, it's only how you feel."

"I finally know better than to wait for you back here."

"Almost loved you, but I didn't."

"You start to let me in, but then you shut it off."

"I swear that I'm not mad at you, but I can't share your bed now."

"It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time."

"We're collateral here."

"Hope you find somewhere safe for your baggage."

"If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down."

CLOSE TO YOU

"I don't got a single problem with provocative."

"If you asked me to, I'd give up everything."

"I wanna be close to you."

"You should be mine for life."

"You could be mine tonight."

COOL

"I'm not offended and I never was."

"It's not the same as it was between you and I."

"I'll be cool for the hell of it."

"You promised me that you'd call, but you never did."

"I'm not pretending in the way you are."

"I wish that I didn't, but I know too much."

"I'll just look for the silver lining."

"You promised me this was real, but it wasn't."

THAT'S SO TRUE

"You're an idiot, now I'm sure."

"I think I've been there too."

"I know, I know I'll fuck off."

"Made it out alive, but I think I lost it."

"Remember how I died?"

"That's my life."

"Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling?"

I TOLD YOU THINGS

"I told you things that I never said."

"You're the golden boy and my worst regret."

"I've lost a year, it's strange."

"You were in my hands, but you're good at leaving."

PACKING IT UP

"I hope that you get everything you could ask for."

"I swear that I wasn't looking for much, but that's just when you happened."

"I hope that you get my dark sense of humor."

"Don't stop talking to me."

"Maybe stay here forever."

"We could die here together, I'd do it happily."

[itsbroz0neglitters]

Brozone Little reunion....

After trolls band together as the brozone brother had a little reunion just to catch up clay still had some mix feelings about john dory and john dory is trying his best to get clay to like him again and forgive him for the past mistake that John made....

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"Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want my brothers to be afraid of how much they love me." John dory said As he looked over at clay and smile at clay awkwardly as if john was trying so hard to get on good terms with clay again because during most of their band days john and clay were the one mostly fighting beside bruce...

"I consider myself a good person...but I'm gonna try to make him cry." Clay told both floyd and branch "woah don't make an old man cry just yet clay wait for a fews days then you can make him cry." branch said

As floyd wasn't listening at all he was just minding his own business as he stumble across a article "uhh guys who is Justice Trimblelake?" He asked showing a Mug shot picture.... As the room was dead slient

"Uhh don't you mean Justin Timberlake? little bro." Bruce told floyd "Sounds better the way I said it." floyd said flipping through pages

As john kept trying so hard to be friends with clay "Why are you the way that you are?” Clay asked John "what, you mean little bro I'm always the same old john dory." he said getting closer as clay back away slowly from john "I mean why are you trying so hard to be my friend again after what you did to us?" clay replied

"Clay I told you so many fucking time I did came back but no one was there I assume you were dead but I luckily knew bitty b was alive because he save everyone from the rock apocalypse." John said

As he turn to look at clay "Sorry I annoyed you with my friendship!" John said punching the wall as he left there was tears in his eyes and his face was super red aswell Plus he left a pretty big hole on the wall

"wow, I've never seen john dory this angry before." floyd said "congrast clay for making an old man cry." bruce said "should we check on him?" branch asked "he's fine he's a old man he'll figure it out." clay said

"Whenever I'm about to do something, I think, 'Would an idiot do that?' and if they would, I do not do that thing." Bruce said glaring at clay who was just doing a crossword puzzle "what bitty B said to make him cry." clay said "okay blame it on the baby who you left behind and never came back." branch said crossing his arms

"Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way. Like an improv conversation." Branch also added in "then why the fuck you told me not to make an old man cry just yet?" clay told branch

As John was outside with Rhonda who was comforting him "Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it’s not like, this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised." John told Rhonda Poor John dory just wants to make things right with his brother clay

"Also, I was being super sarcastic." branch said "Boy, have you done lost your mind? Cause I’ll help you find it!" Clay said about to throw something at branch but floyd stood in between them "guys we're all family here please don't fight we're all grown mens now." floyd said

"That's what she said." Bruce said "who said?" floyd asked "his wife brandy remember he's married and had 13 kids so we're uncles." branch told floyd "I understand nothing." Floyd said

Poor floyd was trapped in a diamond prison for two months straight which cause him to have some memory lost well his brothers and queen poppy and also viva is helping him regain that memory back =D

"is okay floyd you'll get there eventually." branch said

As Poppy and viva came to check on the brothers things weren't going good as poppy had hoped "branch, I see this isn't going well." poppy said "yeah, clay made john dory cry and angry he punch a whole on the wall." branch said

"well, we still have cake I'll find John." viva said hopping off to find john dory

As poppy grab branch hands "come on branch; If I don't have some cake soon, I might die" Poppy said dragging branch to get cake

"That's what she said." Bruce said laughing while looking at floyd “I wonder what people like about me. Probably my singing voice” Floyd said clapping his hands together like a happy child "yep, that's why velvet and veneer kidnap you and lock you up." clay said

as bruce rolled his eyes at clay "I just want to lie on the beach and eat hot dogs." He said walking away "FLOYD ON HOTDOGS!" Floyd shouted across the room happily following behind bruce

As Viva saw John sitting with rhonda "hey, John I heard you were upset." viva said sitting with him "Clay hates me." john said "No he do not, I'll tell ya this he misses you alot so much he acts like you and even talks about you." viva said....

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If you watch The Office than you know the references; anyways part 2 will be on my 2nd blog account @broz0neglitters very soon

xoxo,

@itsbroz0neglitters <3

[veal-exe]

I’ve decided that I will no longer actively engage with discourse or social justice conversations on this website.

This decision comes down to a simple but frustrating realization: this platform seems to prioritize syntax and performative correctness over actual, tangible change. The energy I’d need to expend being Perfect for the people who (wrongly, in my opinion) claim to be my allies is better spent continuing the work I already do in real life: outreach, mutual aid, and community care. That’s where I can make a difference ngl, where my efforts are about action and impact, not linguistic perfection.

Recently, I made a post abt the oppression I face and how people like me are treated. To be honest, I expected pushback from people who disagree with me or the existence of trans-androphobia as a concept. But that’s not what happened. Instead, I was condescended to by people who call themselves my allies—because I made the apparent mistake of not using one word in a sentence. A single, ultimately irrelevant word.

Let me be clear: I wasn’t raised in the U.S. English is my third language. I don’t think in English, and I’m not going to pour endless time and energy into perfectly tailoring my words in a language that’s not even my own, just to appease people who are ostensibly on my side. This experience has taught me that this platform and many of the people on it, cares more about sounding right than about being right, about effect or praxis; thats not a value I share. I’d rather hear someone use imperfect language to say something important than see someone tear another person down because their linguistics weren’t pristine enough to pass an arbitrary standard.

In the real-world spaces where I do mutual aid, outreach, and harm reduction, this isn’t an issue. We’re too busy helping people to nitpick language. No one there questions whether someone deserves solidarity based on how “correctly” they phrase their sentences. That’s why I’ve decided that while I’d love to discuss the oppression and casual dismissal people like me face, I will not be doing it heree. This space rly just isn’t built for it. If you care more about the performance of words than about the reality of harm reduction, then you’re not my ally, and I don’t want to try to talk in spaces where that’s the standard.

I’m likely going to turn reblogs off on my one post about trans-androphobia and edit it to direct people here. I understand that some of the people who ‘corrected’ me probably thought they were helping, but their impact speaks louder than the intent. And the impact is this: it’s taught me that I cannot trust even my supposed allies in these spaces to care about the Movement as much as they care about the Words.

It was my wife, in fact, who had to sit me down and explain that what was happening wasn’t just frustrating and that it was punitive. I was being punished over semantics. That realization was rly eye-opening.

For those of you who are here because you want to see more of my thoughts about oppression, trans-androphobia, or other issues, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I won’t be using my own words to talk about these things on this website moving forward. I’ll still reblog pieces that resonate with me, and of course, @/velvetvexations is welcome to continue sharing thoughts I’ve expressed in private conversations. But as far as direct engagement goes, this is where it ends for me on Tumblr.

I’m genuinely glad that some people here have the comfort to focus so heavily on language. But I live on the brink of homelessness every month. I struggle to feed my family. I simply can’t afford to use the little energy I have navigating the minefield of linguistic perfection to avoid being torn down by “my own side.” If that’s something you can understand, I hope you’ll respect my decision. If not, I wish you well anyway.

srry.

[rheareadsss]

Mistake 14

Sorry it’s taken some time to update, life just got in the way. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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Mistake 14

Azriel stood frozen, he couldn’t bring his eyes away from her. His shadows stood still too, he could feel them assessing the situation.

Gwyn hadn’t seen him, she only looked up to her companion, Kelvan. She had met Kelvan during one of her outings with Vassa, it has been fun pretending to be siblings and going out together. Lucien always played at being the older brother and Vassa the middle child and Jurien, Jurien was the cousin on occasions.

She has been officially dating Kelvan for a month now, she wasn’t in love but she was content with him. He made her heart feel less empty and forgetful.

Azriel was standing up to leave when their eyes met in the distance, she wasn’t wearing her leathers how she used to do. Instead she wore a beige colored dress, casual enough for an outing in the sun.

Her eyes widen and instead of him taking that as his cue to leave, he sat back down. His focus solemnly on her. His shadows were frantic and her usual one darted out to reunite with her.

She couldn’t look away from him, she should have known something was up when her bond started fluttering. She immediately went to check her bond when she felt a small tug, her hand going to her chest where she felt that tug.

His eyes soften and he tugged again. Gwyn shakes her head, she then turns to Kelvan. “Will you excuse me?” She says and begins standing up

Gwyn stood up and walked towards the bathroom of the small cafe, she walked in a bit of a haste. She knew that he was following her, the shadow that always followed her was now wrapped around her finger again. She smiled down at it before she finally felt his presence behind her.

“Gwyn”

Before he could say anything else she reached her hand out and stopped him “stop”

“It snapped-“

“Yeah it did but-“ she didn’t finish her sentence as she took him in, he didn’t quite looked like himself. He looked worned out, eyebags for days and he looked much thinner. “What happened Az?”

His eyes got this glimmer “I- Gwyn-“

Her eyes widen “No- leave”

“I- I cant- it’s the bond”

“Winnow out” Gwyn argued now wanting to leave quickly, she said with her hand out to stop him

His shadows started wrapping around him and getting darker “please hear me out”

“Leave, I will reach out once I’m ready” she said leaving him but struggling to walk away from him, she knew it would be this hard.

She knew that whenever she saw him again and he paid true attention to detail he would know that her side snapped. What she didn’t expect was the bond to glow and sing in a lovely melody whenever they met, it was as if the bond wanted them to be closer.

She looked back at him, he looked like he was struggling with himself. He looked pained and not in a good state. She only shook her head and Azriel only looked down as the shadows fully submerged him and he disappeared.

She walked back quickly back to Kelvan “um- I’m not feeling well, do you mind if we leave?” She didn’t really gave him much option as she started walking away and then he followed her after leaving some money.

“What’s wrong Gwyn?”

“I- uh I’ll reach out later alright?” She said a bit hasty and left.

•

“Luc!” She yelled as soon as she entered their apartment

He came out of the kitchen way too quickly followed by Jurien “what’s going on?”

“We have to leave” she says a bit panicked “he’s here”

His eyes widen “what?”

“If you have to stay I understand, I can leave on my own” she adds

“You’re not leaving on your own” he says “we all go” he assures her.

‘Are you okay?’ She heard the faint voice of Rhysand in her head

‘I’m okay, I need more time’ she answers

‘I will keep him away, he isn’t well’

She only sighs her response and Rhys doesn’t push further.

Lucien winnowed her out first and then went back for everyone else. She said her goodbye and retreated to a room they had commissioned for the night, she tucked herself in the bed.

She had written a letter to Kelvan and explained why she had to leave, she had been very opened with him when she first started their friendship. She wasn’t looking for anything serious and he wasn’t either.

Gwyn initially wanted to built a friendship before sleeping with him, she wanted to feel sure and she accomplished that. She felt like doing gave her more control of her intimate life. She didn’t want her first time after her assault to be with a complete stranger yet she didn’t wanted it to be with Azriel either or someone too close.

After her physical relationship with Kelvan she felt more in control, she felt empowered almost. She wanted to feel that control that Vassa told her about, that control that she read about in books.

Vassa could walk in to a pleasure hall and leave with a different man every time, she didn’t want to sleep around but she wanted to feel like she could. She wanted to feel like she wouldn’t be afraid if the opportunity would present itself and Kelvan helped with that.

She felt bad for the way she left but she was first, solstice was around the corner and she felt like she could go back and face Azriel and Elain. She didn’t expect to see him today and her guard was down. She knows he’s now aware that their bond snapped for the two of them and it’s very active.

She could feel all his emotions, he’s in pain and reaching out to her. Trying to reach her side of the bond, she lowered her shields and sent her reassurance that she’s okay.

His side approached slowly, as if he was afraid of reaching too far and her shying away. When he noticed that she didn’t shut the connection, his side curled up to her side of the bridge. It was like if a shadow was curled up tucking itself in to her side of the bridged that connected the two.

She was exhausted and fell aside with that connection opened, she felt like he was finally resting too. He felt at peace and she could feel his gratitude down the bond.

•

Azriel closed his eyes finally feeling some sort of peace after a while, he had been relentlessly looking for her. All he wanted was to see her, if only from afar but when their eyes locked he couldn’t walk away from her.

He couldn’t bring himself to just turn around and leave her, he knew he was being selfish and when she asked him to leave he comply even thought it hurt him to do so.

It physically hurt him to winnow out and leave her there with the man that was accompanying her. As soon as she had placed her hand on his chest to stop him, a claiming urge began creep inside his chest.

He laid on his bed eyes closed, he had winnow to the river house. He was having a hard time standing up when Rhys found him.

“What happened?” Rhys asks as he helped Azriel up and walk towards the house

“I found her” he whispers

“Azriel I told you to leave her alone-“

“She’s in a relationship” Azriel said his voice breaking at the end “she doesn’t w-want me” he adds

“Can you blame her?” Rhys asks his brother now sitting him on a couch in his office

“She- she’s happy” Azriel adds in the same tone, he couldn’t bring himself to look at Rhysand

“Az, I told you to let her reach out, she needs time”

“You don’t get it, I don’t want to hurt her but when I saw her I realized-“

“I do get it but you have to understand that she’s been through a lot, you can’t expect her to jump in to a relationship with you just because your side snapped” Rhys says wanting to get through to him

“The bond, it’s accepted Rhys, I- it was hard leaving her as the bond only wanted me to claim, we unknowingly accepted when my side hadn’t snapped” Azriel confessed pained

“Wait what?”

“Can we confirm with Madja if that’s possible?” Azriel asks

Rhys could see his brothers pain in his eyes, yes his demeanor has changed since Gwyn left. He was a shell of the man he once was but the pain in his eyes went deep.

“I don’t want to hurt her, I just want to confirm to know how I should act when I see her again” he says “if I see her again” he adds

Now he laid in bed waiting for Madja to came the next morning and confirm or deny his suspicions. He was grateful that she allowed him to reach out through the bond, it only enforced his suspicions that their bond was accepted but for his sake he needs verbal confirmation from Madja.

•

Gwyn walked towards Lucien’s bedroom and without knocking she entered the room. They were in that stage of their friendship where they don’t knock, they know they won’t find anything scandalous.

“Luc-“ Gwyn stood frozen at the sight in front of her, she never in a billion years expected to see the person that was right in front of her.

“Elain?”