#and suddenly all my thoughts revolve around them for like . a week

[runningthroughthegarden]

dumb young love

1.9k words, summary: when art leaves you in the dust for tashi, a part of you breaks. after an argument art realizes how desperately in love he is with you.

request from @fangirlinc :)

you had gone and done the one thing everyone had warned you not to do. you had fallen in love with your best friend. i mean how could you not? he was handsome, charming, talented, funny, everything you could want in a man and more. you both had such bright futures ahead of you and just loved being in each others company. which is why you never felt the need to profess your love to him. but lately you've been rethinking this choice. 

you obviously knew how close art and patrick were, i mean you guys all practically grew up with each other. this dynamic never really bothered you, why would it? that all changed once tashi came into the picture. 

you had been there, at the match where it all started. you had come to support them like you always had, but within those few days something had shifted and you had no idea why. suddenly the boys were ditching you to go to a party you didn't even know they cared about. 

they had come back to you the next day, raving about how amazing tashi was and the night they spent together. you noticed a glint in art’s eye that wasn't there before, and you tried your hardest to suppress the jealousy you were feeling. 

that day, when patrick won the match, you couldn't help but feel relieved that art would remain yours just for a little longer. what you didn't realize is that art didnt care if patrick was with tashi, because he was still head over heels for her.

 

“hey are we gonna have dinner tonight?” you ask, throwing another tennis ball over the net.

“yeah, just gotta get back to my room and shower” art replies, hitting back the ball with a distraught look on his face. 

“is it tashi?” you sigh.

“what? no-no. i'm just stressed about my next match” he replies, walking over to the bench. 

“you're art donaldson. you’re never stressed about a match. c'mon just tell me” you say as you walk over to him. 

“its just. patrick called and all he can fucking talk about is how amazing tashi is. and then i walk around campus and all i hear is how amazing tashi is. no matter what i do i can’t escape her.” he confesses, putting his head in his hands.

“i can’t imagine you ever wanting to escape her” you reply, letting out a forced laugh. 

“what?” 

“cmon art, from the day you lost that match it’s like your entire world changed or something. i mean all of a sudden your whole life revolves around this girl” you scoff. 

“y/n i really don’t need this shit from you, i’ll see you later” he scoffs, picking up his bag and leaving the court. 

“art!” you call out, only for him to leave you there alone.

standing there you think back to when everything was fine. how art would link his pinky with yours as you walked. the way he would call you everyday when he had to travel for matches. the nights you spent in his dorm trying to cram week's worth of studying into one night. the way he would so effortlessly plant kisses to your forehead. the moments you thought he might actually be in love with you. but now all you had were those memories. 

 

before you knew it, all art was doing was hanging out and helping tashi train. he had been your training partner first, so it hurt like hell to be left in the dust. you decided to try and let it go and focus on winning your matches. your most important match was coming up and you couldn't let your silly love life get in the way. the one person you had always dreamed of being coached by was going to be at your match. so you knew you had to train like crazy to get to work with them. 

a part of you was hoping maybe art would see how amazing your match would be, and finally start paying attention to you again. but you knew you were holding onto false hope. 

 

the day of your match had finally come, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. this was such an important moment for your career and you couldn't shake those nerves. but you knew seeing art up in the stands would give you the boost of confidence you needed. 

the first set was about to start and you still didn’t see art in the stands. you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought that he might not show up. he would never do that to you. right? 

the first set had started and for a moment, the world around you started to fade. you may have hated tashi, but man was she right about tennis. you were performing flawlessly and you knew all the hard work was finally going to pay off. 

after winning your first set, you go back to your seat, taking a breather and still scanning the crowd for art. he was still nowhere to be found and you could feel your sadness turning into anger. deciding to use that as fuel, you prepare yourself for your next set. the rest of the game goes flawlessly and you know this is the best you have ever played. 

hitting the winning point, you stand in shock as cheers come from the stands. thanking your opponent you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. that is until you spot art in the stands. you could feel all the anger and resentment you suppressed fighting to be released. this had been your best game yet, and there art was, to ruin it.

packing up your bag, you felt a presence behind you. all spectators and coaches were long gone so you knew exactly who was behind you. turning around to face art, you push past him not wanting to hear a word he has to say. 

“y/n please i-” art calls out, quickly catching up with you.

“you what art?!” you yell, turning around to face him.

“you forgot? you had homework? you lost track of time? oh better yet, maybe you were with tashi?” you continue, looking up at him. you could feel hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

he stays silent and thats all the answer you need. 

“oh my god you were” you whisper, stepping back from him. 

“please just let me explain” art pleads, a look of desperation you’d never seen before. 

“today was the most important day to me. and i really thought that as my best friend you would at least care a little more. but i know where your priorities lay. and i'm done fighting for a spot i’ll never get” you say as tears quickly spill onto your cheeks. 

art’s hand reaches up to brush away your tears, but you step back. 

“stay the fuck away from me art” you choke out, quickly walking back to your room. 

 

the next few days were hell. spending each day crying in your bed, you had lost not only the love of your life but your best friend. you had gotten a call offering to be coached by someone you could only ever dream of working with. you should’ve felt happy, ecstatic even, but the last conversation you had with art was still ringing through your head. he had called you far too many times and texted you even more. but you had ignored every single one. the first day he came knocking on your door, but gave up after an hour of waiting. the apology flowers he had sent you sat on your desk. you had no idea what you were going to do. until, you got a text from patrick. 

patrick 

hi love, art told me about what happened im sorry. 

y/n

hi, you don’t have to apologize for him being stupid

patrick

do you want to hang out today? try to get your mind off of him

y/n 

actually i would love to

patrick 

meet me outside at 2

getting ready to see patrick was a highlight from these past few days. while you were enjoying your sulking you knew you had to get out at some point. going out to the courtyard, you see patrick sitting on a picnic blanket. your favorite foods and snacks were neatly laid next to him. you felt yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in a really long time. you spent the next hour eating your favorite meal and laughing at stupid shit with patrick. although your heart still hurt, you could feel your spirits rising. 

“thank you for this patrick, it’s all so lovely” you smile. 

“of course i’ll always be here for you” he gleams, pushing away the hair around your face and leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“what the fuck?!” 

you would recognize that voice anywhere. 

“art what are you doing here?” patrick stands up to face him. 

“oh i dont know maybe i go to school here? what the fuck are you doing here patrick?!” he replies, getting closer to patrick. 

“seriously y/n? you run off to patrick?” he questions, obviously distraught but you can't seem to place why. 

“hey you don’t get to blame her for this” patrick replies. 

“oh fuck off patrick would you let her speak” 

grabbing arts hand, you quickly lead him away from the public spectacle this was all becoming. 

“what the hell is wrong with you art?” you yell, shutting your room door. 

“i mean, you completely forgot about me for some other girl and now you're mad at me? none of this makes sense, you broke my heart. you don't get to be angry.” you continue, feeling tears brim your eyes. 

he paces for a second, running his hands through the curls you missed so much. 

“im in love with you” he stops, looking down at you. 

it felt like you were dreaming, like you were imagining the words that just came out of his mouth. 

“i always have been. i've just been so stupid about it. when tashi came around i threw myself at her because i thought there was no way you would ever feel that way towards me. and i know i fucked up by doing that, i really really fucked up. but when i picture my life i see you, i've only ever seen you. and seeing you with patrick, i was scared i lost you. i'm sorry y/n, i really am. i would do anything to take it back.” he confesses. 

“you’re so stupid!” you yell, pushing his shoulders. 

“ive been in love with you for like, forever!” you look up at him, confused as to how he never realized. 

“really?” he asks, pure shock all over his face. 

“yes! i thought it was obvious” you frown. 

before you knew it he was holding your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips. in that moment everything felt right, like the stars had aligned. 

“y’know i'm still mad at you” you look up at him, placing your hands over his. 

“trust me, i will do everything to make it up to you. i'm just glad you're finally mine” he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he kissed you again. 

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson #challengers

[madwickedawesome]

im bitchless FOR A CAUSE ok 😤

#going on a tangent below #i think i would not work well in a romantic relationship #i think i come on too strong tee bee aich #like if i meet someone i rlly like i immediately feel like i fall in love w them #and suddenly all my thoughts revolve around them for like . a week #but im still super mood swingy so it goes away periodically and its Weird #i think thats too much unreliability for someone #i know like ‘but u can find someone who accepts u for that’ but like . id feel too bad #i fall in love at the drop of a hat then i grow too clingy and attached and its WEIRD LMFAO #im always all like ‘haha confess ur love to me😂’ bc it is nice to pretend someone wants me like that #like i would love to be loved and to receive as much as i give . does that make sense #this whole thing is weird i just wanna like say it somewhere #i am also just a Strange Fella so that probably adds an element to it #i guarantee there r very few people on this earth who would be like ‘i wanna kiss that guy’ after i get distracted n go on a rant abt like #flowers LMFAO or like some breed of cow or smth #im charming but not in the ‘oh id like to kiss him’ way i think #i am just too clingy and weird and strange to be in a relationship but honestly im ok w that #i love to give to the world either way yk #SORRY i just wanted to say this somewhere #u can ignore all of that its just me ranting

[thefunkfactory]

The Valedictorian

Bruno had been focused on school his entire life. Ever since he could remember his whole world had revolved around his education, he spent all of highschool taking Honors classes, volunteering whenever he could, and joining any clubs he could think of to help him get into a good college. It was no surprise to anyone that he had gotten into the college of his dreams and had been invited to a meeting with a few other of the top students at his high school. The principal, Mr. Davis, invited the top 5 students out of all of the seniors to his office to discuss the chance for one of them to be the valedictorian. Alongside Bruno was Korbin, Hamza, Riley, and Gino all of which were truly nerd stereotypes except for Gino. Gino was still incredibly nerdy but he was also a total loner, for the entirety of high school not a single person had really gotten that close to him. After the short meeting, in which the boys learned that they had two months to craft a speech to be judged by Mr. Davis, Bruno headed home and got started on his speech.

(Top Left to Bottom Right: Bruno, Korbin, Hamza, Riley)

Over the next few weeks as all the boys toiled away at their speeches they all would be periodically called in to have meetings with Mr. Davis. The week after they all learned about the speech they all got invited to a meeting the day before it was about to happen. As Bruno was leaving his last class of the day he was talking with Korbin about how their speeches are going. Korbin seemed really proud of what he had done so far, he had admitted to Bruno that he hadn’t written a ton but that he had definitely been working on it whenever he could. The next day as Bruno was walking to go join the other boys in the meeting he ran into Korbin again, but he immediately felt something was off about Korbin. As he was talking to Korbin he realized that Korbin reeked of B.O., noticing that Bruno asked “Korbin, you smell absolutely malodorous today!”. Korbin looked at Bruno with this empty look that seemed to have the slightest hint of confusion hidden within it, he lifted up his arm and took a long deep sniff of his own armpit, “Huh…I guess I am sorta funky broooo…”. It was so odd to Bruno that Korbin was talking sorta like the dumb jocks that they go to school with but he thought that Korbin was just doing a bit or something. Bruno asked Korbin, “Did you put deodorant on today?” and Korbin responded “Uhhhh nah bruh huhuhuh. Why would i wanna cover my broscent?”. It was off putting to Bruno that Korbin was still talking like this but he just wanted to get away from the cloud of Korbin’s teenage funk.

The next day Bruno saw Korbin talking to a group of the baseball jocks in the hallways and headed over, “Hey Korbin!” Bruno cheerfully said, “Do you know this dweeb Korbin?” one of the jocks asked, “Uhhhhh huhuhuh nah I don’t think so!” responded Korbin. Feeling hurt that someone who was always pretty nice to him suddenly acted like he never knew him Bruno began to try and protest to remind Korbin that they know each other. As soon as Bruno opened his mouth and tried to say “But Korbin we do know each other” one of the baseball jocks lifted up his arm revealing a forest of sweaty hair and said “Get out of here before i shove you into my pit prision huhuhuhuhuh”. Quickly retreating from the stench that was pouring out of the jock’s armpits Bruno was so confused about what happened to Korbin, two days ago he was his normal self and now all of a sudden he is transformed into a stupid, smelly 18 year old hanging out with a posse of other brainless teens who never shower enough. Korbin didn’t show up to the next meeting with the other valedictorian candidates, but Bruno began chatting with Hamza about how he was concerned about Korbin. Hamza confided in Bruno that he shared the same sentiment, apparently Hamza went over to Korbin’s house one night to talk to him about their Valedictorian speeches and he completely didn’t recognize Korbin when he opened the door. Hamza told Bruno that Korbin had an absolute 180 and is a total jock now, when Korbin opened the door he was wearing a graphic tank top with pit stains and he had a cloud of body odor that hung around him constantly. Shocked at this, Bruno and Hamza kept talking on the way back to their cars.

The next time there was a meeting Bruno saw Hamza sitting at the table next to Gino and Riley. Riley had a look of disgust covering his face and as Bruno walked into the room he realized why, the entire room smelled like a dutch oven, the room absolutely stank to high heaven. Bruno looked at the boys sitting at the table and watched as Hamza lifted his ass off of the seat and just let a loud ass fart rip out of his ass, “WOOOO HUHUHUH…THAT ONE WAS FOUUULLLL” said Hamza in a voice that was now naturally just a step or two below yelling. As Bruno reluctantly took his seat at the table he looked at the boys again and saw that as Hamza let out another cloud of potent fumes, Riley scooted away and covered his nose with his shirt and Gino just sat there and smirked.

A few days after the meeting most of the boys were coming up on finishing their speeches to submit to Mr. Davis, after the last meeting the boys decided to peer review each others papers. To make it easier they would just split into two pairs, Hamza with Bruno and Riley with Gino. Two days before the next meeting Bruno went over to Hamza’s house to work with him on their speeches. Bruno was let in by Hamza’s little brother who told him that “Hamza should be waiting for you in his room, he has barely left all week! I hope this speech thing is over soon so he can have somewhat of a life again.”. Bruno went upstairs to Hamza’s room and knocked on the door, “COME ON IN BROSKI!” Bruno heard from inside the room. Upon opening the door Bruno was hit with a wave of Hamza’s repugnant ass stench. After recovering from what essentially felt like receiving a fart right in your face, Bruno entered the room and noticed that it looked nothing like a nerd’s room. The room was covered in posters of hunky men, the floor was covered in used clothes, there was trash everywhere, and Hamza was laying in his bed just in underwear and socks. “YOOOO BRUNOOO WELCOME TO MY MAN CAVE!” Hamza bellowed out. “Umm hey Hamza” Bruno said timidly, this was not the Hamza he was talking to a week ago. After trying to read Hamza’s speech, Bruno couldn’t help but notice that about halfway through the quality of the writing went from the writing of a senior in college to the writing of an 8th grader. Turning to face Hamza Bruno was met with Hamza pawing his crotch through his undies. “DUDE?! Can you maybe not do that while I'm here?!” snapped Bruno “WOAH SORRY BRO DIDN’T KNOW THAT WOULD TICK YOU OFF SO MUCH” it seemed that Hamza was stuck always talking in a loud cadence for some reason. “Can you also put something on…like something more than just a jockstrap?”. “OH LEMME PUT ON MY NEW SINGLET COACH JUST GOT IT FOR ME!” Suddenly Hamza reached into a gym bag that had been sitting on the floor and took out a wrestling singlet. As Hamza began to put it on he bent over and Bruno heard Hamza let a fart slip out between his cheeks almost as if he couldn’t control when it happened. Sitting back down after getting the singlet on, Hamza looked at Bruno and flexed for him saying “IM SO GLAD MY BRO GINO INTRODUCED ME TO THE WRESTLING COACH! HE SAYS IM A NATURAL AT IT!”

Bruno hadn’t seen Hamza since he left his house two days before but he was sort of expecting to see him at the meeting. As Bruno got out of his car in the parking lot he saw what looked like Riley walking past his car,”Hey! Riley wait up!” Bruno called out. Riley turned around and Bruno realized that this isn’t the same Riley that he had seen the past few weeks. He was much more disheveled and looked like he was a bonafide skater bro, he opened his mouth and what came out disgusted Bruno. “What’s BEEEELLLCCCHHHH uhhhh up bro?” without missing a beat Riley blew his belch right into Bruno’s face. This was nothing like the quiet nerd who had been silently and politely attending the meetings over the past few weeks. “Woah Riley! What happened to you?!”, “Oh huhuhuh, what are you talking about brochacho? I've always been like this.”, Bruno was so confused, does he not remember that he was a smart preppy guy just a few days ago? “No, you haven't always been like this! Just a few days ago you were like me and Gino!” Bruno watched as Riley tried to think but it was obvious it wasn’t working, Riley scratched his ass and looked into Bruno’s eyes as he let out another loud belch that reeked of his stinking morning breath.

Bruno finally put two and two together, Gino must somehow have something to do with this! Storming into the meeting room Bruno saw Gino sitting alone in the room. Walking right up to Gino, Bruno began integrating him like a mad man asking him question after question about what happened to Korbin, Hamza, and now most recently Riley. Gino played dumb but eventually he realized that Bruno should know what happened to the other nerds. “I can’t believe you figured it out. It took you long enough though.”, “Aha I knew you did something to them! You gotta make them normal again! They aren’t meant to be dumb stinking idiots!”, “Oh don’t worry about them, they are happier now trust me, annnd it gives us more of a chance at being valedictorian”, “I don’t want to be valedictorian if it means making my competition into complete nitwits! What did you even do to them?!”, “ You really want to know?”, “YES! I want to know what you did to make them so…disgusting”, “Well Korbin was easy, I just simply texted him and asked if he wanted to come over and work on our speeches together. He was so naive, he didn’t even think about it before he was at my door. Once I got him to my room I just held him under my armpit until he stopped struggling and from there it was easy enough to influence his foggy brain into hating deodorant and make him realize that his true passion has been baseball not competing to be some nerd. Then Hamza was a little harder, he put up such a fight as I held him down and let my ass stink infect his brain. Oh you should have seen his face as he succumbed to the stench, he looked so cute as he farted out his smarts. I think he realized after the struggle he put up to get me off of him that wrestling was his calling. And poor, sweet Riley, he was the easiest, I mean all I had to do was flirt with him a little the other night and when I leaned in for a kiss he jumped at the opportunity. Then it was all down hill from their for that scrawny dweeb, I burped in his mouth, I thought he would have been disgusted but no he got hard when I did. From there it was just a matter of a few more rancid belches and he was burping out the alphabet, i'm surprised he still knows it heheheh!” “What the fuck how, thats not how anything works!” “Awww is big brained Bruno dumbstruck? Don’t worry I will help you understand.” Bruno sees as Gino gets up from his chair and Bruno begins backing away towards the door. Turning around to open the door, Bruno bumps into Mr. Davis, “Mr. Davis you gotta get me out of here! Gino is crazy!” Bruno cried out, “Hey it’s not nice to talk about a fellow student that way!” Mr. Davis responded “Now why don’t you sit down so that we can get this meeting over with”. “No no no I have to leave!” Mr. Davis grabbed Bruno and calmly said, “But that would ruin my son’s plan”. Shocked, Bruno asked “Your…son…?”, “Yes Bruno, my son, Gino. He has been wanting to be valedictorian for so long that I knew I had to help him.” “What do you mean?! You helped Gino transform the rest of the candidates?!” “Well, sort of…” Mr. Davis remarked. Gino chimed in with “It is our family’s secret, all the Davis men produce such a potent stink that if inhaled directly from the source it will turn the victim into essentially nothing more than a bumbling neanderthal whose new sole purpose is to produce more of the stench that transformed them. And I think it is your turn to join the rest of the boys”.

Struggling to break free from Mr. Davis, Bruno didn’t even notice that Gino had removed his sneaker and was walking towards him. As Gino got up close, Bruno began thrashing his head as to not have Gino’s brain-draining foot funk infiltrate his head. “Daaaad, make him stop that!” Mr. Davis suddenly let out a blundering fart that began to quickly fill the room with the stench of rotten eggs. Breathing in the rank fart filling the room Bruno’s struggle began to cease and he heard Gino say “Nice one Dad, that was nasty! This is gonna be so much easier for me!” Feeling Gino place the foul smelling shoe over his nose and mouth, Bruno tried to the best of his abilities to hold his breath, and as he was trying to think of a way out he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and took a massive whiff of the malodorous prison his face was trapped in. Immediately he felt like his brain was turned into mush, Bruno tried to push the shoe away but with Mr. Davis holding him it was practically impossible. Slowly the stench began to envelop more and more of his brain and at the same time he felt a pressure in his feet. His feet began to stretch and ache as he could hear the fabric of his shoes ripping. As his shoes bursted off of the growing giants that keep him standing, the foot funk he developed to match Gino’s stench poured out and began to fill the room. Gino took a deep breath in and sighed “You stink almost worse than I do heheheh”. Feeling as everything he knew beginning to drift away due to the stupefying odor that Gino was forcing him to breathe and due to his own newly minted teenage foot funk, Bruno desperately tried to hold onto as much of his intelligence as he could, he was doing math equations in his head but with every sniff they got harder and harder, his impeccable knowledge of history was ruined as Gino’s foot funk rendered Bruno almost incapable of remembering yesterday let alone something that happened hundreds of years ago, and the only science fact that he would ever retain is that his dominant pheromones are able to attract the cute little twinks he mindlessly tries to impregnate. Feeling a weird sensation in his head akin to pouring out a can of soda, Bruno began to hump the air as a new pressure grew in his crotch. As he kept feeling the effects of the stink induced brain drain his humping grew more and more intense until he completely lost control of his body and mind and felt as the final bit of his intellect was turned into nothing more than a wet spot in his shorts.

Without any competition Gino easily became valedictorian, while Korbin, Hamza, Riley and Bruno were left as 4 B.O. huffing, fart smelling, belching, and shoe sniffing morons.

#farts #dumber #armpits #musk #stink #jock tf #TTF

[chatsukimi]

STREETRACER!TOJI x WEALTHY!READER ('my mother's blind in one eye and she can drift better than that') ⤷ genre: sfw, fluff ⤷ tropes: reader's bf is a btch, passengerprincess!reader, trustfund!toji, caring!toji, highschool!toji, jealous!toji ⤷ series (jjk men as athletes)

STREETRACER!TOJI who skips school to street-race. you've had an eye on him ever since testing reaction times in Physical Education class, introducing him to drift back in sophomore year. he was a natural.

STREETRACER!TOJI whose life revolves around the illegal sport, catching on so swiftly soon you buy him his first car. you tell him he gets to keep it if he can win in the races.

you're half convinced he'll call you one day to tell you your baby's on fire... literal fire. but he never does- it seems he respects the trust you put in him. and he wins on your bets, so you don't question it.

STREETRACER!TOJI who's always pawing for your colourful gambling tickets (his name purchased first) and you're always removing them from his sight: beggars can't be choosers.

whatever. he never wanted to befriend the rich kid anyways.

STREETRACER!TOJI who tells you to go away right before the competition when you come to check up on him. 'you're distracting me. where's your prissy prince?' when you look at your boyfriend in the stands, he scoffs.

STREETRACER!TOJI who narrows his eyes as your boyfriend slides into the driver's seat of the car you gave him, the car with which he won the race, and begins to drive around like a little kid. no technique whatsoever. he is suddenly reminded of a scene from the movie Tokyo Drift you once forced him to watch at the beginning of showing him cars: 'my mother's blind in one eye and she can drift better than that.'

well isn’t that the perfect descriptor for your boyfriend.

STREETRACER!TOJI who doesn't speak to you for a week after he notices a scratch on the car. he's in cold disbelief. one, that you would ever let an idiot close to a fine car like that. two, that you would trust that idiot to lead you around in a relationship.

i mean, seriously, how can a guy who parks for fifteen minutes and still crosses the line pick out what you want as a gift? how can a loser ever make you happy? he'll drive you carsick. toji's not sure how you haven't gotten so already.

STREETRACER!TOJI whose heart definitely does not flutter when he sees the dinner you’ve eft beside the vehicle after a race. you've left a note too: i know you're mad about the scratch, but congrats on the win. you drove really well. i've left a share of the cash in the centre console.

when he shows up in class the next day, he doesn't return your smile. instead, he stalks all the way up to your desk, silencing the rest of the class as he drags a chair to sit down next to you.

'i thought you didn't wanna associate with me at school?'

he shrugs. 'changed my mind.'

STREETRACER!TOJI who, when your boyfriend ditches last minute from taking you back to your countryside townhouse, shows up within ten minutes of you calling him up. he arrives. running.

you start to wonder if you should've introduced him to track and field and made a new Olympic gold medallist instead.

STREETRACER!TOJI who observes the v12 aston martin, cocking his head to the side.

you admit quietly, 'i... don't know how to drive' and he sighs, pushes you to the side, enters the driver's seat, then looks at you with an impatient stare.

'what are you waiting for? get in.'

you hastily enter the passenger seat, trying to unglue your gaze from the thickness of his arm around your steering wheel, the ease of his large stature adjusting the seat to fit, exhaling slightly when it works.

'trust fund baby,' you hear him mutter.

'hey!' you speak before you realise it. 'you're also my trust fund baby.'

his eyebrows shoot up, dark stare piercing the side of your face. what did you say? you bite your lip and prays for the seat to swallow you up. why did you say that? you feel him shift in his seat, inching closer until both his hands cage your smaller frame.

'say that again..'

STREETRACER!TOJI who drives you home all night, no breaks. you listen to music and watch the stars above the dark countryside trundling past. as the scene becomes monotonous, your eyelids slowly droops close.

toji notices, immediately speeding down by the side of the highway. he walks around the side of the car, opens the door, removes his leather jacket and gently places it over your sleeping figure. his breath almost hitches when you stir.

a tiny voice in his head yelps, whipped.

it's not even his own jacket. you bought him it as celebration for his first victory and he hasn't gone a week without it since.

STREETRACER!TOJI who carefully withdraws your phone from your pocket at the end of the trip, pressing a couple digits, raising it to his ear to leave a voicemail.

'hey,' he says, 'you're the guy who can't drive, right?' any sane person knows to never insult a guy's driving skills. toji pats the hood of the car as he speaks. guess he’s not so sane then. 'now i gotta say, i'm just looking out for you, yeah? stay away from my girl. she too expensive for you.'

STREETRACER!TOJI who dreams of a day he spoils you. a day when your bets on him come to fruition, when he can say with full certainty, 'bet on me, baby. put all your trust on me'

(extra: 'did you compare me to a car??' you listen to the voicemail toji sent to your ex. toji winces. 'had to get the point across. he can't be crashing and burning shit he didn't pay insurance for.' you cross your arms. 'and how are you sure you won't drive this thing off a cliff?' 'oh baby, cause i tokyo drift')

#toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[moonlight-prose]

✧ STILL OF YOUR HAND ✧

a/n: i think this is the only fic i've struggled to title all kinktober. it took me thirty minutes to figure it out, but i can always count on hozier to help me out. so this is messy. honestly it was written in a 4am haze of simply wanting to finish, and i never read it back. so i have no idea if it's okay. but either way enjoy my loves.

day twenty-three - restraints | kinktober 2023

summary: "din was always scared he would hurt you. always tentative to give into your desires of being taken apart roughly, because he was a gentle person when it came to you. his life revolved around violence, yet when it came to this—you—he was anything but that."

word count: 1.9k+

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, restraints, rough sex, p in v sex, din fucks, dirty talk, yet another man who runs his mouth but we love him, dom!din, yearning, no editing cause it was 4am and i lost part of my sanity.

Two weeks ago you’d proposed the offer to him in the middle of sharing a meal. He was in the middle of hunting a bounty; a way to pick up some extra credits while you traveled. The question wasn’t scandalous. At least to your standards it wasn’t. Yet there still lay some apprehension between the two of you about where you boundaries lay. How far you could truly go with one another when it came to sex.

Din was always scared he would hurt you. Always tentative to give into your desires of being taken apart roughly, because he was a gentle person when it came to you. His life revolved around violence, yet when it came to this—you—he was anything but that. And you thrived off it. You loved him and everything he gave you, but the prospect still remained, still continued to flicker in the back of both your minds.

“I want you to cuff me later tonight in bed,” you had said while drinking your caf. While the words came out simple, matter of fact and as if you were discussing the latest news of the galaxy. That’s not how he took them.

Din choked on his spit.

“Cyar'ika?”

You glanced at him over your mug, lips twisting up into a soft smile. “Yes?”

He was silent for a moment, body shifting where he stood and you wondered if he was hard beneath his suit. The question lingered in the air, waiting for a response, but Din was never one to outright tell you things. He was ever the silent man you met on Corellia a year ago. That didn’t seem to change as time went on. You simply learned to read him better.

“Din…”

“You know where the binders are,” he replied at last. His voice was rough through the modulator, body stiff and waiting. It seemed that your request had affected him more than you expected.

With a sharp intake of breath you nodded, slowly walking away from him and towards where he kept his weapons. The doors swung open with a loud creak, echoing in the ship like a fucking blaster bolt being shot off. Or perhaps that’s how you heard it in your head. You didn’t have much time to ponder over it, because there they were. Hanging neatly on the wall. An unassuming thing used on his hunts.

The same binders he had used on fugitives and criminals.

Suddenly the air felt thick with heat in the ship, your mouth dry and eyes dark with lust at the thought of him using them on you. There was always an understanding between you and Din. He liked control. Or at least most of it. Yet you always remained a part of the equation—always there to tell him what you wanted, what worked for you.

With these…you were officially out of the equation.

You felt your heart rate rise, excitement fluttering through your body. Grasping onto the cold metal, you ran your thumb over the slight design on the side. Merely bolts holding pieces of metal together, but the sight alone made your head spin. Digging your teeth into your bottom lip, you turned to head back towards the small cargo area.

Only to ram right into a very broad, very hard Mandalorian. With a soft yelp, you stumbled back, nearly landing into his weapon’s hold if it wasn’t for his hand shooting out to grasp your waist. Dragging him back to his body with a quiet grunt. The binders hung loosely in your hand as he cupped your face, tilting your head up to face his helmet. For a moment you swore you could feel the burn of his eyes on your skin.

“I found them,” you said softly, body humming beneath his touch.

His hand clasped around your wrist, removing the metal from your hold. “Turn around.”

“Am I your bounty Din?” you teased, sliding a hand up his beskar clad chest.

Only for him to whirl you around so quickly you barely had time to gasp in a sharp breath. His hand slammed against the button that shut the weapon’s hold, your body being pressed to the doors within moments. Your eyes fluttered shut, cheek rubbing against the cold metal as he reached for your wrists. The audible sound of the binders locking shut echoing in the small area.

His helmet pressed to the back of your head, a sigh leaving his modulator. “Cyar'ika. Is this…Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathed, pushing yourself back against him—the outline of his cock pressing against your ass. “Maker, yes.”

He groaned, his hips pressing forward and grinding up into your body. “You want to be my bounty?”

“Fuck,” you breathed. The throbbing between your legs was growing by the second. Yet no matter how much you pressed your thighs together, you couldn’t appease it.

“Is that what this is?” His hands grasped at your pants, popping open the button before he tugged them down to your thighs. Dragging your already soaked through panties with them. “Maker you’re fucking soaked.”

His gloved fingers spread you from behind, taking in the sight of you dripping down your inner thighs. You shifted, whining softly as he took his time sliding his fingers through your slick. Coating the leather of his gloves thoroughly. He’d fuck himself with them later. Tasting what remained of you off the fabric, but for now he watched as his fingers found your clit. The sound you made was loud enough to echo off the walls.

“You wanted me to treat you like my bounty?”

You cried out softly, canting back onto his hand. “Yes. Fuck Din I do.”

His other hand reached up, gripping onto your hair and dragging your head back. The cold metal of his helmet pressed against your cheek, your breath no doubt fogging up the sides of it. But all you could focus on was the two fingers sinking into you, dragging along your walls. He growled when you grinded down onto his palm, a weak moan drifting to his ears, causing his cock to twitch.

“Dirty girl,” he groaned. “You need more don’t you?”

You nodded, teeth digging harshly into your lip until you tasted copper. You wanted to kiss him. To taste him, but this was all you would get for now. Later in the darkness of his cabin, he’d indulge in taking his helmet off. He’d kiss you as many times as you wanted.

For now you’d take this with open arms.

“Need me to fuck you.”

“Yes,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as he dragged his fingers out of you quickly. “Oh fuck. Din please—”

The sound of him fumbling with his pants silenced you, dragging a moan from your throat. You nearly crumpled against the wall when his cock slid through your folds, the head of it nudging at your clit. A high pitched whine came from you, hips dragging along the length of him and soaking him in your slick. But Din knew that this couldn’t end so quickly.

He grasped onto your hip, stilling your movements until you were pressed fully against the wall. The cold seeping through your clothes.

“You wanted this cyar'ika.” Lining himself up, he nearly lost it at the way your pussy fluttered around his tip. “Wanted me to fuck you like you’ve been running from me. Needed me to hunt you down.”

The words continued to spill free, unable to be reigned in and it nearly sent you over the edge from that alone. Din filling you in one smooth thrust brought you right there. A sob tore from your throat, knees giving out and if it wasn’t for his hold on your body, you would have hit the floor. He moaned brokenly, hips right against your ass and arm latching around your waist.

“Fucking perfect,” he spit, helmet digging into your shoulder blade. “Always feels so fucking good. Fucking made for me.”

“Din!” you mewled, hips canting back to get him to move and with a deep breath he finally gave in to your request.

The pace was ruthless. Quick and deep, each thrust shoving sounds you’d never made before from your chest. It was the opposite of every soft touch he’d given you. The bruising grip on your hip sent pain flickering through you, igniting the pleasure like a match to a flame. You felt your chest swell, head going hazy with the bliss that quickly filled you. And it just kept going.

He fucked you hard. Grinding his hips up with each forceful thrust, until he heard it. The squelch of your slick echoing in the space. The audible slap of his balls against your clit mixing with it. He felt his body fry—the strings that usually kept his sanity together now fraying to their breaking point.

“Can you feel me?” he asked, sliding a hand around to your pelvis, pressing down right above your mound and as if you were electrified, pleasure rocketed up your spine. “I’m so fucking deep inside of you.”

“Oh—fuck—”

Tugging your head back to his shoulder, he placed his slick covered fingers at your lips. “Suck.”

And you did without question. You took his fingers with a happy hum, sucking them into your mouth as if they were his cock. Your taste burst across your tongue, heady and tangy. He groaned deep and guttural as his body began to grow taut, balls drawing up painfully, but if there’s one thing you understood about Din…you always came first.

In everything.

Ripping his fingers from your mouth and gasping at the string of saliva that connected him to you, he dropped them down your body. Sliding them along your clit with ease. A sob was wrenched from you, fingers digging down on his arm as he rammed into you with quick stunted thrusts. Shoving you towards the very edge.

One pinch of your clit between his fingers and a deep grind of his hips sent you flying. A cry of his name hitting his ears as you clamped down around his cock, soaking him as your body writhed in his hold.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed.

Grinding up into you, he felt the white hot burn of his release rush through his body. He cried out against your shoulder, pressing his body against you completely. You were shoved up against the wall with nowhere to go, but you had never felt so safe. So content to remain right where you were. He came down with a sharp gasp, the last of his cum spilling into you, sending a warmth through your body that elicited a soft moan from your lips.

“You never answered me,” you slurred, body lax against the wall.

He huffed, hands sliding along your hips—soothing the places he’d held you too hard. “No.”

“No?”

“Don’t pout,” he replied, pulling from you with a rough breath.

You grinned, letting him collect you in his arms. “‘M not pouting. Just thought you wanted me to be your bounty.”

“You’re more than that,” he murmured, hand pressing against your stomach gently. “You always have been.”

Giggling, you felt the high of your orgasm begin to fade slightly, bringing you back to reality. “You say that as if I wasn’t your bounty once.”

“Cyar'ika.” The warning was clear in his voice, tingeing with something you never touched on, but the box had been opened.

You simply turned slowly in his hold and placed a kiss on his chest. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that you never took me in?”

He muttered under his breath, but still held you close. You’d have to ask him about it later, but for now you let it go. Accepting his soft response of me too as a final answer to something bigger.

#din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin smut #din djarin #the mandalorian fic #my writing #kinktober 2023 #pedrostories

[achaotichuman]

Okay you guys know what time it is.

Acotar Rant Time.

Okay, I know, I know, the idea that Tamlin will step down or otherwise hand the Spring Court over to Lucien and Elain and go to live his life as a travelling musician is one of the most popular theories (it most of the time involves Tam dying but I don't like that at all so we're going with him stepping down)

And whilst I see it as a possibility for canon, I cannot get on board with it, specifically because of the way the High lord's power chooses the next High lord.

Tamlin knew he was most likely the next heir since he was young, he was experiencing the power when he was a child and knew his brothers would kill him if they ever found out. He hoped that one of them could take the throne and he would serve in their armies and simply keep his head down low.

But what he wanted didn't change the fact that he was in fact the Heir.

The magic had already chosen him as its next High lord, despite him being the youngest and on the surface, the least worthy of the role.

This happens again within the books. Tarquin was chosen as the High lord of Summer, despite being Norstrus' cousin, and Varian technically being the next viable Heir. Tarquin would have hardly been trained for the position but would have been trained to be some kind of advisor or courtier for whoever the next High lord may be, assuming it would be Varian.

He even admits to Feyre that is young and considered inexperienced yet he tries his best and look, he ends up doing the same sort of thing Tamlin wanted to achieve. Which was taking in refugees, fighting for people's freedom, and trying to establish equality. I love Varian but he fell in love with a monster that wants Rhysand to take over Prythian, so I do not believe he would have tried to implement these changes. Possibly would not have even thought of them.

I say this to show that the magic chooses who will benefit the Court best, even skipping to other bloodlines if need be.

I believe this is the same for Tamlin.

When you read book 1, he is incredibly similar to Tarquin. He was not trained for the position but was trained to act as a kind of second, in assuming the form of a General. Same kind of thing as Tarquin.

He admits he is considered inexperienced but is trying his best. He fought for people's freedom, he took in refugees and post acomaf had a pretty equal Court.

My personal theory with what happened during Acomaf was a combination of many factors.

1- Amarantha most likely raped Tamlin under the mountain. Considering how she was lusting after him, she finally got him for weeks and he could do nothing but let her do what she wanted.

2- Being under the mountain brought up suppressed trauma from his childhood, most of which would have revolved around Amarantha, but also not being able to protect Feyre would have brought up not being able to protect his mother. Being tormented by his brothers. Being abused by his father. Then when they came out from Under the mountain, he wasn't able to suppress his trauma so well anymore, and become erratic and unpredictable.

3- Having the High lord's powers shoved back into him so suddenly caused him to lose control, and because he, unlike literally everyone else. Had no one to help him manage his magic, or help him control it properly. As Rhysand and Morrigan have stated multiple times throughout the series, especially in Silver Flames, uncontrolled magic will lead to madness. It can drive a person to literal insanity, which is what I think happened in the case of Tamlin (It was retconning but I am looking at the ways of which to bring back book-1 Tam within canon rules)

All of this to say, these are all outside factors things that could not be predicted. By looking at the factors of who would be best fit for Spring, Tamlin is the obvious choice.

He is empathetic. Connects well with the people. Fights for what is right and for freedom. He is kind and caring.

Post-Under the Mountain, and presumably post-curse Tamlin was one of the best High lords, his Court was thriving, his people were happy and even gladly went to their deaths for him and his Court.

The magic didn't chose wrong. It chose Tamlin for a reason. He was the best choice to bring about good change within the Spring Court.

I believe all of the outside factors are what led to Tamlin relying on his father's way of ruling, because he was unable to dig out a whole new path in the state he was in. Tamlin was living in fight or flight mode from Acomaf and onward and it shows.

I think Lucien would be a great High lord, but we also underestimate how the power is connected to the land itself and like it or not Lucien is not of Spring.

He is of Day and Autumn. It shows in his mannerisms, his personality, his way of thinking. And it will show in his power.

He will not be able to connect to the people the way Tamlin will, because Tamlin's magic comes the heart of Spring itself. He was literally forged for it. The Spring magic will be alien to Lucien, and Lucien will be alien to it.

We see how uncontrolled magic can affect the person it was built for. Now imagine that magic also not being built for the person using it. Lucien has no reason to even be able to control it, it would drive him insane as well.

If Tamlin was given someone to help train his magic, like Rhysand had Amren, Tarquin had Varian and Cressedia, Eris will have his mother and brothers, and Lucien will have Helion. He would be in full control.

Like a quote from an SJM interview stated, the characters find who they need, not what they want. Tamlin may have started out not wanting the throne, but he may very well find what he needs to control his magic and bring back his Court.

Tamlin was forged for Spring. Like Lucien was forged for Day.

Unless Sjm kills Tamlin, I highly doubt he will cease being High lord any day.

And if she does kill him, I am disappearing from this fandom because Tamlin is the only one keeping me here.

#pro tamlin #acotar #tamlin #acotar headcanons #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acotar headcannons #acotar rant

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for defending my friend lying about his dog dying?

Cw for animal abuse and Is ableist language (using sociopath as synonym for bad person)

I was in a friend group of three. Me (24f) my best friend since age 7 (24m) and we have a mutual friend he met in college when he moved away and has known for a little over a year (23f). Callin' them Liam and Rory for ease. Liam had an Esa (not a service dog, an esa). His whole life has revolved around this dog since we were 16 and he moved away. He keeps a very strict schedule with this dog. We are all aware of it because he will leave group chats mid conversation to make sure "Buddy" gets walked or fed or whatever time it is. He takes really good care of this dog and hand-makes its meals and takes it to the vet every 2 months.

Few weeks ago he was acting weird but trying to cover it up. I had been meaning to ask what was going on more privately but I kinda dropped the ball because my aunt died suddenly.

Flash to a week ago Rory sent a huge wall of text to our group chat calling Liam a barrage of names like "sociopath". It turns out that his dog died but he'd been acting like everything was the same which is why he seemed off. She found out when she came onto his property to check on him and he had to "confess."

Shes upset at him for lying but I knew there was more going on. So I talked to him about it privately over the phone and he just shattered. He had no idea what to do or say because he thinks his dad killed Buddy but he doesn't have direct proof. I had never heard him cry before this, because he was raised to really keep that stuff close to his chest. He's tried to open up to me over the years but it's visibly difficult for him especially with how his father still treats him. I believe him because if he truly wanted to manipulate me I still do not think he would have let me see that. He kept apologizing and sounding really lost and ashamed so I really don't think it was an act, you can't fake that kind of helpless abused kid feeling.

I forgave him for keeping it from me because it was obvious he was going to tell us once he processed the situation because that's a lot to say the least. I explained what happened to Rory and said sure maybe it wasn't 100% in the right but he was obviously expiercing trauma and him acting like everything was fine wasn't about hurting us, and we knew something was wrong but didn't ask, she thinks he's trolling for sympathy and that if I forgive him it tells her everything she needs to know about what kind of person I am. And says if he really thinks he dad killed his dog he would have called the police.

There are several reasons he shouldn't call the police one being that his dad has always treated Laim really badly but we never thought he would kill a dog and my friend has to live with him because he's a broke college student. She said he should have figured that out on his own but instead he manipulated us and is now trying to make us feel bad that he got caught.

I also feel like he was in danger from his dad and if he told us Buddy was gone he'd have to say why and then he'd be lying to us anyway until he figured out what the hell happened or if it was safe to tell us. We don't have enough information so I just don't think it's fair to totally write him off as a bad person over what is obviously and extremely traumatic situation? Without even talking to him? She found out Buddy was dead, left and refused to speak to him before announcing her departure from the group and blocked him on everything and basically made me choose between her or him.

I told her that was a really heartless take and that she's over reacting and she told me if I wanted to be best friends with a sociopath that was none of her buisness but she wanted nothing to do with either us because I'm just as bad as him if I don't agree with her so she doesnt loose anything by cutting me off.

She really made me feel like I was helping Liam hide a body. So I'm wondering if she's right. I don't think I'll change my mind, I won't abandon him but I am willing to admit I was wrong if I am.

Am I the assshole for sticking by him?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[oneirictheater]

little lost love. (ft. Jang Wonyoung)

A/N: I debuted! Thank you again to @maemisnippets and @gangplanksorenji for inspiring me :>

At first, you were selfish. You admitted that now. You were too harsh on her because you only thought of yourself. The world only revolved around you, and as she orbited your cruel flame, she began to seek things worth dedicating her shine to.

It was your fault. All those times you told her that she was being selfish when it was the other way around scarred her. You were both young and sheltered - it was only normal that she would find ways to climb out of the box her life kept her in - the life that you took part of holding her back.

All of that happened, all by the book, yet Jang Wonyoung was still so beautiful.

As you looked at the pictures she posted on her Instagram, scanning the ones of her standing in Paris before the Eiffel Tower, with her new boyfriend. She wore a big smile on her face, and it was bigger than the one she sported when you were together. In fact, you barely remembered a smile from Wonyoung in the last few months she was with you. But you could recall more than plenty of brash moments, when the two of your lonely hearts collided and her tearful eyes struggled to meet your own:

"What is it, Wonyoung?" you said. She had been standing in front of you nervously for about a minute, and it was beginning to annoy you.

She was dressed in her best clothes and held a suitcase. As her lips quivered, she said, "I'm going to Paris. And you can't stop me."

It barely registered in your mind. But when you looked at her and saw that she even had the boots she used exclusively for travel, and her fist curled around the suitcase handle was tighter than your chest, you realized she wasn't joking.

"What?"

Wonyoung took in a deep breath. "I said I'm going to Paris. And you can't stop me."

"What for?" you asked. Surely she was just playing a prank with you. Your fights always resolved somehow. You always made amends in the aftermath. She couldn't be serious.

Wonyoung gave a tiny little scoff. "It's not like you care," she said. "You've been playing games all week, so you probably didn't see me packing."

"Wonyo." You stood up and approached her. Your heart pinched when she stepped backwards. "What's wrong, baby? Let's sit down and talk. We can fix this."

"We can." She turned up her chin as her cheeks became blotted with tears and, through gritted teeth that tried to hold back her tears, continued. "But we won't."

That was the day she left. It coincidentally was the same day you spent crying your heart out. Through those miserable hours you asked yourself about when Wonyoung became this self-centered. Why she was leaving you so suddenly. If she really loved you.

As it turned out, she did - but she also loved her dreams, too.

She achieved them. She sought higher and was brought higher. Everything was going well for her - she became famous, rich, happy.

"What would you say to everyone who has their own dreams to chase?" asked the interviewer in the video you were watching of her right now.

Wonyoung turned to the camera and smiled. "Hey, everyone," she said in English at the video you watched of her, in her adorably posh accent. "Don't be afraid to do what it takes to achieve them. Leave what hinders you behind and only go forward."

There were several photos too of her with her boyfriend, in the city of love you'd never been with her. She was smiling, laughing charmingly in a blurred glitch in the camera. And then she was kissing him - he was grinning into it, holding her close as if he'd never let go.

You never did either.

But today, you looked at her Instagram page, looked at her beautiful polaroids, and said, through a throat stuck with tears:

"I'm letting you go. I'm letting you go, my little lost love. I'm sorry."

#kpop scenarios #ive wonyoung #izone wonyoung #jang wonyoung #wonyoung #ive scenarios #kpop angst #kpop imagines #ive imagines

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : heavily revolving around Hyunjins death ; angst ; NO SMUT ; will it be a happy ending? read to find out!! ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : @eastleighsblog : Omg please make a part two to Someday we'll both be happy I need them to talk it out and be there for each other even if that is just as friends A/N : it's not my most famous fic, but I loved writing it and I'm glad you asked for a part two!! Thank you so much!! Gif is from this blog!!

It had been a week since that had happened, and while he hated himself for thinking about it, it’s like his mind couldn’t stop reliving the moment. It felt wrong, it’ll never stop feeling wrong. You were his best friend's girlfriend, and even though Hyunjin was gone, that didn’t change the fact that you were still Hyunjins. It’s not like the two of you had broken up before he passed away, it was quite the opposite actually. 

Hyunjin had been planning on marrying you, the ring had already been bought, and he had told Felix multiple times that after their next comeback, he was planning on proposing. Felix had been excited for his friend, he was excited for you. No one knew that it would be cut short, that Hyunjin would be gone in the blink of an eye. 

Is that what Hyunjin would have wanted Felix to do though? It was to help you heal, but nothing could rid Felix of the awful selfish feeling that was eating away at him. There was no way to get an answer, and while most people would tell him to go with his gut, whenever he thought about it, his gut was telling him to throw up. The guilt was atrocious, it weighed him down, it was destroying him. He couldn’t even go to any of the other guys about it either, they weren’t aware of the promise that Felix had made to Hyunjin. 

Even still, he was worried, he was worried about you. He had left you alone after that, when you were still feeling the way you were, and he was sure that running out right after didn’t help in making you feel any better. He didn’t even just run out of the room, he had completely vacated the dorm in general, going right back to his own to hide in his room and let the regret wash over him. 

A week was a long time, at least the way he looked at it. He hadn’t even checked up on you, and he wondered if Hyunjin was pissed about that, wherever he was. He was breaking the promise, and he needed to get himself together, he needed to just put that one instance in the past and check up on you, take care of you the way that Hyunjin wanted him to. 

“Hey…” Felix grumbled as he walked out of his room, not realizing just how long he had been in the dark until he was met with the bright fluorescent lights of the living room. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to adjust to the sudden brightness, but he could still see that everyone was in his dorm, not just the usual guys, but Bangchan, Changbin, and Jisung too. His eyes scanned over everyone again, and he realized that you weren’t there. Were you alone in the other dorm? “Where’s Y/N at?” He asked, looking around the room as if you’d suddenly appear there if he looked enough. 

“She left like… five days ago?” Bangchan said, looking up at Felix from the couch. You’ve been on your own for five days… And none of the guys seemed to be even slightly concerned. Of course, they weren’t close to you, not the way that Felix was, but he thought that maybe they’d be even the slightest bit concerned. “It’s probably better for her, it couldn’t have possibly been healthy mentally for her to lock herself in… In his room. She needed to get out of there.”

Of course… You shouldn’t have locked yourself in there, it surely wasn’t healthy for you… But they shouldn’t have let you go on your own like that. “Did she tell you where she was going?” Felix prodded for answers, but all three of the guys shrugged their shoulders before turning back to the tv. They were all going through their own period of mourning, and for some of them, it meant watching Hyunjin fancams all day. Felix didn’t understand it, but he knew that he emotionally and mentally wouldn’t have been able to handle it. “I have to go.” He mumbled, not even bothering to change out of the pajama pants and hoodie that he was wearing, simply slipping on his shoes and going out the front door.

Now, obviously the first place he was going to look was at your apartment that you had shared with Hyunjin, it seemed like the most logical place to start. Maybe you were tired of being at Hyunjins room in the dorms, surrounded by the guys who were a constant living reminder of what you had lost. Maybe you wanted to mourn in silence, in the solitude of your own home. It seemed plausible, until he got to the apartment and realized that it was empty. The front door hadn’t been locked, so he had, in a panicked state, let himself in only to find everything dark and building a thin layer of dust.

The second place wasn’t as obvious as the first, but he tried to remember all the places that Hyunjin had told Felix about. It was one of the things that Hyunjin loved to talk about whenever they were on tour. All the places that you loved to go, the date spots, the spontaneous trips to somewhere that was in the middle of nowhere. They were your spots, just far enough off the grid that no one would ever bother the two of you there.

He went to the school, he went to the restaurant where the two of you had your first date, he went to the park where Felix clearly remembers Hyunjin saying he had asked you out. He feels like he had gone everywhere, like he had been everywhere that he could possibly remember Hyunjin talking about. Those secluded places were harder to find, but he had even managed to find them and search there. It’s like you had gone missing, and he was on the verge of breaking and just calling the police to help find you.

It was an awful feeling, to be completely clueless and helpless, to feel like he completely failed Hyunjin in his last wish. There was one last place, a place that he wasn’t going to look for you particularly, but a place to try to find some answers, some guidance. The roof of the company building, where Hyunjin would spend some evenings watching the sunset, trying to get new ideas for paintings or songs, where he’d go to clear his mind if things were getting too hectic. It had been Hyunjins safe place, and maybe it could be that for Felix too.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the building would have been exhausting on any other day, but he let his mind wander as he did. What would Hyunjin do if he were put in this situation? Would Hyunjin have done exactly what Felix did if the roles were reversed? Would Felix have even wanted that if it was the other way around? At the end of every single day, the only thing that Hyunjin had ever wanted was for you to be happy, for you to feel loved… And Felix knew that he would have wanted the same exact thing… Maybe the small push that Felix had felt on the bed that day was Hyunjin… He was letting him know that it was okay…

He got to the top, breathless after the seemingly endless climb, and pushed open the door. His eyes were met with a figure, perfectly silhouetted by the setting sun that seemed to set the sky ablaze around the person. The hoodie that they were wearing draped around them, almost like a cloak, their hair whipped around them from the wind that was a little stronger when so high up on the roof. They leaned over the ledge, focused on the way the sky changed color the lower the sun sank, and if Felix didn’t know any better, he’d think he was staring at his best friends back, that Hyunjin would turn around and give him that crescent eyed smile before running over to him and telling him what was on his mind.

What would Hyunjin do? He’d call you, Hyunjin always called you, even if just to hear you go about your daily life. Hyunjin loved to just listen to you. Felix would call you too, he could do that, he should have thought about that before. He quickly reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for you to answer. How ironic that the person in front of him just so happened to get a call at the same exact time, and even more ironic, that they seemed to ignore the call just as he got sent to voicemail.

He wasn’t going to give up easily, he’d just have to find another way, but his eyes couldn’t seem to pull away from the person as they set their phone down on the ledge, and then his heart started racing as he watched them begin to climb up onto it.

Felix had never claimed to be a hero, he had never thought of himself as one either, but there was so much loss in the world, he couldn’t just let someone else do something so foolish, not right in front of him, not when he was right there to stop it. There wasn’t a single thought in his mind other than making sure this person would be okay as he ran over, grabbing the person's hand and pulling them down, causing them to crash down onto the ground beside him as he panted for air. 

They didn’t say anything, but he could hear them crying, and when he finally caught enough of his breath to open his eyes and look, he was expecting literally anyone else… But not you. “What were you doing…? You weren’t… No… No, you weren’t… Right?” Neither of you had even gotten up off the ground, but he was stammering out the words in a panic, his mind already running rampant with thoughts of what could have happened if he wouldn’t have been there, if he had been too late.

“I… was just looking…” You whimpered, and he could see the reflection of the burning sky in the streaks that coated your cheeks. “I know… I’ll never get him back… But I saw this view in so many of his paintings…” You swallowed thickly and turned to look at him, and he could finally see you, how broken you were, how empty and lonely you felt. Your eyes, although puffy and raw underneath, they looked so shallow, like you hadn’t slept for days. “I thought maybe it would… Feel like he was with me… If I came here…”

And Felix understood, that’s the same exact reason he came up too. “I’m sorry I ran out on you…” He blurted out, and he watched your head drop, you refused to look at him now. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up, but he didn’t want you to think that it was anything you had done either. “I was scared… Scared that you’d end up regretting it… That you’d feel guilty like I did, and that you’d end up hating me anyway. I didn’t know if Hyunjin would have wanted that…”

You nodded your head, sniffling shakily as you took a deep breath, the action causing you to cough, and Felix hesitantly reached out to rub your back, wanting nothing more than to comfort you right now, but not knowing what might be too much for you. “I don’t… regret it… I…” The pauses and hesitations in between your words had him holding his breath, not knowing what to expect, not knowing what would come next. “I needed that… and I know that it was wrong to use you for that… And I regret ruining our friendship because of my selfishness. You’re all I have… And I ruined it… Because I needed closure… And I didn’t even get that.” He watched the tears slowly begin to trickle down your face as you blinked them out of your eyes. “I know that the only reason you’re here… the only reason you’re trying is because he was your best friend…” 

Felixs head shook as it stayed hung low, his hands clasped tightly in the pockets of his hoodie to keep them warm as the evening brought with it a sudden chill. “That’s not… I care about you, Y/N… And I’m sure that you don’t want to hear it now… You probably don’t want to hear it at all… But I feel like you need the honesty right now so you understand that I’m not doing this for any other reason than caring about you and wanting you to be okay.” He lifted his head, his own cheeks becoming dampened with his tears as one of his shaky hands worked to wipe yours away. “I like you… I love you, and not because I feel obligated to, not because you were with Hyunjin and I feel like it’s my job as his best friend to continue loving you the way he did… although I wouldn’t mind doing that for you and him…” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he shook his head. “I know that things are hard for you right now… But maybe one day, when we’re as close to okay as we can possibly be… Maybe one day we can have each other, and someday we’ll both be happy…”

You nodded your head slowly before letting it drop down against his shoulder, all hesitation gone as he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him. “Someday… I’d like that a lot, Felix… One day…”

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Way Down We Go (Part 1)

Daryl x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Daryl follow a dead end that leads them to wash up on the shores of France. While their daughter takes an impromptu trip to the big city, in hopes of saving her childhood friend.

Word comes in the evening, Maggie was raided. They took all the grain, supplies and Hershel.

“What do you mean they took him?” Carol says, keeping her voice down, so that her granddaughter doesn’t catch wind.

“Exactly what I said, Carol. They scaled our walls and took my son.” Maggie hisses, through gritted teeth. She hasn’t slept in days, hardly in the mood for small talk. Dog comes trotting down the stairs to say hello. “Where’s Y/N?” That’s why she’s here.

“She and Daryl had a lead, wasn’t supposed to be this long of a run but…”

“How long’ve they been gone?”

“Two weeks,” Carol admits, “going on three.”

Maggie nods, “you’re here with Sophie?”

“Sophie’s here with Sophie.” The girl in question, waltzes into the room. Scaring the living shit out of both the older women. “I’m eighteen now, no more babysitters.”

“What about Dog?” Carol arches a brow. “If we’re going on a recon mission, we need a dog sitter.”

“What kind of recon mission?” Sophie wonders. Is it my parents?

“Hershel was taken,” Maggie informs her. “I have a map, I’m gonna follow it. Stop for backup along the way.”

“I’m in.” Sophie waves a hand. “Let me run Dog over to Judith and grab my guns.”

Carol presses her lips together to conceal her grin. Her granddaughter is a piece of work, but she couldn’t be more proud.

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“I’m pregnant.”

Two little words changed Daryl’s life forever.

“Ya sure?” That’s all he can think to say at a time like this.

“Yeah.”

“We keepin’ it?”

“Would that be ok?” Y/N asks, wringing her hands.

“I’ll be here.” Daryl nods.

He wasn’t the type of person to fantasize about meeting someone, getting married or having kids; white picket fence didn’t seem like the life for him. He never believed in love, not really. The only kind he’d seen was violent, loud; a screaming match, a lash from a belt. Then suddenly love was real, and he was in it. With a girl who might’ve been more afraid to admit it than he was.

Y/N grew up watching her father beat the ever loving shit out of her mom, for the smallest of things. Sometimes, the things he was angry about had nothing to do with her. But Ed always found a way to justify it. Carol had Y/N fresh out of high school, she didn’t really have a choice but to stay with him. At least that’s what she thought back then. One daughter turned into two and she was stuck.

In a lot of ways, the whole apocalypse thing saved Carol. Saved her from who she was and who she was going to be if she didn’t get out.

“They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house.” Y/N tells Daryl one night, out of the blue.

Daryl grunts, around a mouthful of food. “Let me know when ya find ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em.”

And that was it. Y/N let him in. Let him close. Daryl let her know him in a way no one else did, or ever would. She traced his scars, with careful fingertips. But her scars were harder to navigate, no telling when Daryl might skid across one he couldn’t see, buried deep beneath the surface of her heart.

Eventually he learned what was safe and what was off limits. The subjects she would broach with gritted teeth and tears in her eyes. Love scared her, terrified her even; but it was real and she was in it.

The second that little girl was in their arms, the world shifted. Anything and everything revolved around her.

“Daryl?” Y/N whispers, as not to wake him if he’s sleeping. It’s her watch and technically nothing has happened.

“Hmm?” His chest rumbles beneath her head.

“I think we need to keep moving.” She leans up slightly to stare down at him, on his back with one arm tucked under his head, in their makeshift bed.

“Sum’ happen?” He blinks at her.

“No, but something feels off.”

“Ya mean how they never got a straight answer ta nothin’, an’ more interested in where we came from than where we’re goin’?” He says, tapping restless fingers against her lower back.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes, keeping their conversation private.

Daryl nods his agreement, “a’ight. We’ll head out in the mornin’.”

There’s rustling outside their sleeping quarters. A tarp strung up between two trees with a tore up sleeping bag underneath. The crunching of leaves, snap of a twig beneath the sole of a shoe. They’re not alone.

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Now this ‘backup’ they’re stopping for, is on a wanted poster. He looks the same as he did seven years ago, when he left. Negan.

“This is the backup?” Sophie scoffs, grabbing at the paper. “Wanted by the New Babylon Marshals, for murder… Must be a change of pace for him.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, her eyes still trained on the road, as she presses down harder on the gas.

“Being wanted,” Sophie quips.

Carol lets out an involuntary chuckle.

Maggie does not seem as amused.

“What makes you think he can help anyway?”

“The men who took Hershel…they whistled. Just like he used to. Scaled our walls, stole from our rations, just like Negan. They know ‘em.” Maggie is sure of it.

Finding Negan is easier said than done. But eventually they track him down in some shady motel, behind a dive bar. Money isn’t worth much these days, but still, there are things that people want.

Negan runs, that’s what he’s good at. He’s got a girl with him, probably around Hershel’s age. They run them down on the side of the road. Maggie jumps out, holding a knife to his throat.

“Thought you were better on your feet.” Maggie remarks.

Negan only smiles, “good to see you too.”

“We need your help.” Sophie jumps out of the cab, wasting no time on whatever this is.

“Well I’ll be damned. Is that little Sophie?” Negan squints in her direction.

“Don’t call her that.” Carol brushes off her pants, “she’ll bite your head off.”

“Where’s the folks?” Negan asks.

“Out.” Sophie snaps.

“When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Huh?”

Part 2

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[TF Mercy] No Longer Helpless

Kindred in their history, Fortress Maximus and Rung meet up to check in on each other's well being; but what was planned to be a simple conversation suddenly goes south, and the Autobot general suddenly finds himself in the midst of the hunter's abrupt and trauma-fueled panic attack.

[AN: So uhhh I ship Rung and Fortress Maximus in TF: Mercy >>;; it started out as a joke about them getting together because they went through some very similar stuff but then the joke turned out to have actual substance, one thing leads to another and here is my first fic for the game with them! It takes place after Reformed Predator, and hence has spoilers from the story. Just to be safe there are also spoilers for Space Adventure as well! If you haven't read Mercy's RP or SA Storylines then I encourage you to so you have better context of what's going on--but you can still enjoy it without nonetheless! Anyway without further ado!]

TF Mercy belongs to @emperor-kumquat​

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    Fortress Maximus had arrived on time like he always did, knocking on Rung’s apartment door with a book in his servo. They had agreed to check in on each other, discussing their feelings, thoughts, and anything that had happened to them within the past two weeks. It had become an unofficial two-way therapy session, with a little amiable conversation about life thrown in, and the occasional book talk. As a librarian, Rung had given Maximus plenty of book recommendations, most revolving around the general’s flowering interest in nature and animals. Today, Maximus had finished his book on early cybertronian botanical practices, and was interested in returning it to Rung ahead of time. When Rung opened the door, the two greeted each other with friendly smiles, exchanging pleasantries as he let him in. A pair of energon glasses were already prepared for them, Maximus’s favorite blend, which carried a strong aroma. They sat on the coffee table, and the Autobot had helped himself to a sip as he managed to fit his massive frame on the couch.     He hadn’t said anything, but Maximus had noticed that Rung sounded gloomier, whenever they called each other. He insisted he was okay when he asked, blaming work or recent hunts for his troubles; but as much as Maximus wanted to leave it at that, he knew that Rung wouldn’t feel this way over work. He hoped to discuss it with him today, during their official unofficial session, when they were meant to divulge everything. He certainly hoped he wouldn’t come across as too nosy, especially if the reason was truly such a simple thing.     “Oh, I almost forgot our notes,” Rung had realized as he was about to take a seat next to the other. “I’ll be right back.”     “Take your time,” Maximus implored, setting his glass back down on the coffee table. Rung disappeared past the door to his habsuite, leaving both of them to their own thoughts.

    Thoughts that Maximus was unaware of, that had been in the back of Rung’s head for weeks. Every time he stepped into his room, he would pass Funeral, mounted on the wall. He hadn’t stopped to gaze at it lest he was pulling it off, but recently, he found himself staring at each intricate cut and scratch riddling its sleek gray metal, from the history of monster hunting that he would embark on. There were times when a sparkeater would round on him, claws and tendrils ready to scratch and stab relentlessly, and Gravemaker would use his gun to push them back, letting the weapon take the hits for him. He could fight back against the monsters he faced, capitulating not once even when all odds were stacked against him.     On any other day, Funeral’s battle scars would imbue within Rung a sense of pride.     Today was different. Today was when he interpreted those scars in a different way, when he saw something beyond all of the wear and tear. Yes, he could fight back now, but there was a time when he couldn’t.     Not when it mattered the most.     Not when he saw his old friend that day, or what was left of him.     As he neared his desk where his notes laid, he grit his dentae, attempting to shake the looming trepidation away. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. He was with Maximus, he had to stay calm for him! All of that could come later, when he had the right words to tell him. If he even wanted to, when he already had time and time before. Was it even worth it? No, no, but that was why they had sessions like these. Anything and everything could be said, no matter what it was or if it had been heard before. He knew, Max knew, so why was it so hard?     Then the thoughts, the memories, came back as fast as Rung had attempted to push them out. The helplessness that he once had, so long ago. He froze in place, inches away from his notes, head throbbing and optics agape. He pleaded for this to not happen to him, not now, not when the time was supposed to be lighthearted and sentimental; but he had pushed these emotions away for so long now, that his attempts to push even further were no longer possible. These memories, this new perspective of Funeral’s marks, were not new; he had harbored them for longer than Maximus had become aware of his sullen mood.     They were hungry, now; ready to tear at his mind and feast.     Like he’d been.

    Outside, Maximus had been playing with his digits, studying the simplistic living room around him as he patiently waited for Rung to return. He shifted a little in place, attempting to sit more comfortably on the couch, but he felt the legs scrape beneath him ever so slightly as his weight dragged them along with his frame. He pursed his lips and stopped immediately, resorting to pushing the coffee table a little further away from the couch so he could position himself closer to its edge. He was unaware of Rung’s condition in the other room until he suddenly heard the door slam open, and out with it scurried the smaller cybertronian. His quick and panicked breaths filled the room, telltale signs for the Autobot that something was terribly wrong.    “Rung!? Rung!” Maximus gasped, whipping his helm behind him. “What’s going on!?”    Confusion and shock grew exponentially as he watched Rung grip his chassis and helm, optics squeezing shut and blowing open at irregular paces. They gaped at nothing and everything all at once, seeming to lose sight of his own apartment, and Maximus along with it.

   Fog rolled into his mind, thick and humid like ghastly breath passing his face. Wherever he dared to turn to, he saw nothing but encroaching shadows and bitter isolation, with no one around to help--no one who cared enough, anyway. He swore he could hear Froid’s condemning voice just beyond the mist, but any desperate call fell short of his lips. He found that he couldn’t talk, or scream, or run, no matter how hard he tried. Not when the other voice told him to stop, to quiet, the familiar and horrendous form it belonged to stalking towards him, his giant servos outstretched and his glare piercing through the haze.

   “Rung!”

   Maximus planted one pede down as he stood half out of his seat, balling his fists as he watched--he didn’t want to think helplessly, no--he was only stunned. He’d seen Rung sad, he’d seen him cry too, when they had their moments; but he’d never seen him break down into a hyperventilating mess. The Autobot couldn’t figure out what to do, how to calm him down. He had to think, think of something!

   “H-h--”     Rung gripped his head, stumbling across the living room floor unevenly. In the midst of his hyperventilation, he accidentally bumped into the coffee table, causing the glasses to topple over and fall to the floor, shattering on impact.

    CRACK!

    Rung yelped at the noise, whirling around so violently that he lost his footing and crashed painfully onto the couch. The smell of freshly spilt energon nauseated him, mixing with the awful stench that doused him and the monstrosity in front of him. He could hear it now, feel it now, the snarling, the acidic drool dripping onto his orange plating, the hypnotic rays racking his processor over and over. Nothing stopped the ghoul from closing the space between them, malice and hunger in his eyes.    No! No!    “Rung!” Maximus cried. “Rung, please- you’re fine!”    Rung could only gasp and flinch helplessly as he felt the skeletal claws on him, the furious growling of the towering ghoul overhead growing louder and louder. Any desperate thought and attempt to flee was ripped from him, the power too great for him to resist. It was too much, the feeling of futility—all too familiar, dreadful all the same.    The ghoul’s optics bore into his own, drowning the front of his form in a sick purple light as the shadows behind him nipped and bit at his rattling frame, threatening to engulf him entirely. All Rung could see was his face, he could feel his breath on him, gnashed teeth parting for his long and dangerous tongue to flick out and drag along his tearful face…    He couldn’t be back.    He couldn’t be back!    He couldn’t—

   “Rung!“

   Instinctively, Maximus reached his massive servos out toward him in an attempt to still him, pacify him, but the sudden motion did nothing but cause the three-wheeler to sink backward, optics bulging wide as their pupils shrunk to mere pinpricks.    Suddenly, the ghoul was on him with an inescapable grip, teeth parting as far as they could as they lunged forward and-

   He gasped, “no-“

   Realizing what he’d done wrong a second too late, Maximus pulled back quickly, spark racing. He stood up and distanced himself from the other, hands raised in front of his chest. Red optics gaped woundedly down on Rung.    “I’m sorry,” Maximus uttered, shaken voice pleading for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”    Rung remained hunched, curled in on himself as his optics continued to struggle to read what was real in that moment. The ghoul’s hulking frame had slinked away so suddenly, peering at him through the thick fog that enshrouded him. The lone purple optic remained fixated on him, finials outstretched, ready to move at a second’s notice—then, another voice broke through into his ears, a stark contrast from the ugly noise grating at him.

   A voice, soft and deep, hurt…    Max?

   Rung blinked as the new voice began to lift the fog and shadows away, the hisses and breaths retreating with them. His optics struggled to register, the silhouette of the ghoul shifting and changing, before the light drowned it out. Optics once purple were now red, brown plating now blue. Gradually, the smaller bot returned to his senses, his quick and heavy breaths slowing down. However, the aftershock of the episode kept his frame trembling.    Maximus found his own breaths slowing down, recognizing that the distance had helped. With softened optics, he inhaled deeply before whispering, “I’m here.”

   Tears streaked down Rung’s cheeks, the gravity of the situation now aware to him. His horror turned to sorrow, and his grip on the armrest loosened.    “Max,” he whimpered, “I…”    Maximus took one step closer, and after gauging his response, slowly approached his side once more. His servos fell to his sides. Rung thankfully didn’t flinch or curl further into the corner of the couch, instead sitting back upright. With his optics on his pedes, he slouched and hid his servos between his legs. His lips quivered and his breath continued to tremble. Maximus finally sat back down next to him, eyeing him with deep concern. He extended a digit to him, which the other took and squeezed on.    “I didn’t mean to,” Rung moaned. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”    “Ssh, it’s alright. It’s alright,” uttered Maximus. “Let’s calm down. Let’s calm down, okay?”    Rung echoed his words, nodding quickly and wiping the tears from his optics, but still they continued to fall. He began to breathe slowly and audibly, as deep as he could, and kept the pressure on Maximus’s digit the whole time. He could gauge how badly he shook through his servo, and over time, it slowed in pace. Minutes would pass until the gray bot was finally still. When he was, he opened his optics once more, tears now dripping lightly down his cheeks. He stared at the thin air in front of him, riddled with the same thoughts nonetheless.    Maximus spoke first.    “It was them, wasn’t it?”    After a moment, Rung nodded.    “Yes.”

   He didn’t see Maximus’s gaze darken with the recollection of what he had heard from him of his oldest friends. Rung had trusted him enough to divulge everything that had happened, from their softest moments to the moments where he believed he would die. The betrayal hit too close to home for Maximus, even if the connotations were different; Rung’s sparkbreak was closer than his. Rung saw them as friends, potentially even more than that, for one or both of them. And for them to turn against him… Rung always discouraged his brasher ideas, but even so, they were still there.    But now wasn’t the time to dwell upon his pointed anger; he had something more important to concern himself with.    Maximus’s expression relaxed, and he angled his frame to face Rung, so he could better look at him. He found that Rung did the same, turning from the emptiness of the room to him, though he still didn’t look up. He let go of Maximus’s digit, which fell back to his side, and took a long, tired breath. The other frowned, squeezing his palm lightly before one of his servos rose.

   With servos so huge, capable of crushing the smaller cybertronian’s helm within their grasp, Maximus paid extra attention to the way he reached up to hold it with the utmost care. The sides of his fingers met Rung’s jaw as his thumb reached up to wipe the tears away from his cheek, Rung’s optics closing and frame relaxing at his touch. A shaky sigh left him, and before Maximus’s servo lowered, his own servo lifted to rest atop it, stopping it in place as it cupped the side of his helm.    “It’s been… so long,” uttered Rung, helm leaning into the other’s servo, “since all of that happened. I know it was a traumatic experience for me, but I feel as if I should be past it by now.”    His optics opened to gaze into Maximus’s, the red optics of one who knew what he meant more than most. When he vented to the general of his woes, all the rigidity he was notorious for would disappear, replaced with the understanding features only one who suffered similarly could have. This was no different. Even stronger, perhaps, as Rung had never broken down in front of him like this. Maximus understood him, he could see it in his face; yet he could also see the sorrow and concern behind it.    The giant shook his head.    “It changed your life,” he breathed. “He did. They did, after you trusted them and cared for them for so long. That kind of betrayal wouldn’t leave anyone easily.”    “It’s not just that it was… betrayal,” Rung winced, as if the word was difficult to fathom. “Max, I tried to run. I tried to do the right thing for everyone. And they dragged me back… he kept me there, and- Max, it was torture. I was trapped in there, struggling to survive all because- because-”    Maximus heard Rung’s voice tensing up once more, and he hushed him gently. “You don’t have to talk about it anymore. You’ve had enough for now.”    Rung’s silence agreed, the slow nods brushing up and down Maximus’s palm. His optics closed once more, and he squeezed down on his giant servo.    “To have someone you care about, who cares for you just as much…” Maximus thought with a low voice. “...I know. And I know you know that, Rung. And things like that won’t leave overnight, as I was saying… but the least we can do is find any and every way to speed the whole thing up, I think.”    Rung continued to nod. The general’s words, complimented by his deep and soft voice, helped put him at ease. In his current state, he could simply listen to him go on and on, until the reverberating tone lulled him to a calming sleep… but to admit it now, he wasn’t sure if it was ideal.    “You’re right,” he murmured. “I just hope it’s sooner than later.”    “It will be,” promised Maximus.

   The three wheeler’s lips pulled back into a small smile. To Maximus, it was all he needed to know that his words had reached his spark, clearing the last of the dread that had choked him to tears.    Rung couldn’t see the ghoul anymore. No more shadows gripped him, the hisses had been silenced, and the biting cold that racked his frame had been replaced with the warmth of his gratitude for Maximus’s company.    Gratitude, among things he was still struggling to wrap his helm around.    He truly did care about Maximus, and he knew that Maximus cared about him the same… yet that thought carried such caution, pressure, and history, that it made him hesitant to truly accept it even though he wanted to. Maybe--no, definitely--because of what had happened to him; and even though Maximus understood, a part of Rung nagged on and on that he couldn’t say everything he wanted to.    He hoped that would change someday    Maximus’s words echoed, it will.    He held them close to his spark.

   “Thank you,” Rung hummed, and the two finally lowered their servos. “I am truly sorry you had to see that. I suppose I’ve had some bottled up feelings over the past few days…”    “I’ll always help you out,” Maximus assured. “Please, tell me next time. Bottling things up isn’t good for you, you hear?”    Rung’s optics fell to the side, and he smiled. “Yes, you’d know that, wouldn’t you? Always exuding your emotions like so…”    He looked back up right as the telltale blush met Maximus’s cheeks, and just as fast, the other averted his gaze. “‘Exuding my emotions’ helps. For me at least,” he smiled sheepishly. “You should try it sometime.”    The two fell silent after their exchange of warm smiles. As Maximus sat next to Rung, the other began to observe the state of the room with renewed clarity. Noticing the two energon glasses spilling their contents across the floor, his smile wavered, a silent “oh” falling shamefully under his breath. He knew he didn’t mean to, but he’d prepared them for them to enjoy together as they talked about all of the-    “Rung, it’s okay,” Maximus said suddenly, reading his thoughts from his frown alone. “We can prepare more later.”    “But shouldn’t we do that before we talk?” Rung blinked back at him, bewildered. “I don’t mean to get up so suddenly, but I should clean that up and prepare us more- ah--”

   Strong servos enveloped his thin gray frame, pulling him delicately forward as he let out a soft gasp. Maximus adjusted himself and leaned backward on the couch, kicking one leg up onto the as the other slid over the edge to plant itself on the ground and balance his massive frame. Rung was hoisted up to sprawl atop Maximus’s chassis, and his awestruck expression, he didn’t resist at all. Heat quickly built up in his frame as the giant finally relaxed his servos, keeping them in a blanket across his torso. They eyed each other, and Rung could see the blush across Maximus’s face. He wasn’t used to doing this, picking him up and laying him against him. It was very… forward? Intimate? Words that made his blush deepen, but his gaze remained focused on Rung despite his swirling bashfulness. Part of him hoped Rung wouldn’t take it so intensely.    “We’re already talking,” he spoke, their closeness bringing his voice to a hum.    “Max…” Rung released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.    “The drinks aren’t as important,” replied the other.    Rung wanted to protest, insisting that complimentary drinks were courteous and deserving for both of them, but he was aware of how his entire frame relaxed in Maximus’s embrace. Maximus didn’t want him to get up, and something told Rung that his tiny frame didn’t want to either.

   Oh.

   His head flicked left, then right, searching for any spot to obscure the blush building up in his cheeks. He ultimately folded his arms in front of him and hid part of his face in them, covering all but his glimmering optics, and to his misfortune, the blue hue that surrounded them. His optics remained glued below him--which didn’t help as much as he wanted to, considering he was now staring into Maximus’s chassis. He emitted a short unintelligible mumble, shifting in place. Even though Maximus hadn’t said anything, Rung was predicting what words would come next: “This isn’t about them, it’s about you.” “You and I matter more than that.” “Let’s just have this moment between us.”    But Maximus didn’t feel the need to say any of those, as he read Rung’s body language. As the three-wheeler shyly tucked himself into his chest, he knew what he meant.    “You don’t have to see them ever again,” Maximus said instead, alluding to the subject of Rung’s distress. He squeezed down on him, as tightly as he could with his restrained strength for the other’s comfort. “You’re in a better place now. It’s what you deserve.”    Rung bit his lip, legs curling into himself. Those two were his… no, Maximus was right. He never doubted that. If his new perspective meant that his memories of the past would be interlaid with bitterness and pain, then so be it. It was the past. He could make new memories today and tomorrow.    And Maximus, he could help. They could make them together.    “Thank you,” Rung’s stiffness eased, helm rising from his arms to smile gratefully up at him. Hope glimmered in his optics, which Maximus noticed. He wouldn’t admit it then, but he loved to see that gleam of his, every time…    “Of course,” Maximus’s optics lidded. “And I’m here for you. You’re here for me, after all.”    We have each other, he almost said, but those words were too much for him and his already blue face.    Rung hummed, “yes…”

   Perhaps they didn’t need to talk through anything today anymore. The company of the other was enough, the consoling words and equally soft and sympathetic voices the cures for the dread that plagued them.    Rung uncurled his limbs, slowly splaying them into a more comfortable position to relax atop Maximus’s broad frame. He rested the side of his helm into his chassis, hearing the faint hum of his spark underneath his tough plating. It was funny, how it was usually him who’d lay against him to his surprise. Maximus was the one to surprise him this time, picking him up and holding him here… he’d be too shy for that. Though maybe he still was, if his facial expression said anything. He was too familiar with it, the cute flush on one so infamous for his scowls…    “Could we stay like this for a little longer?” Rung wished to ask, but he listened to Maximus’s slow and deep breaths, and noticed his optics were closed to allow himself to savor the moment.    He did the same.    It seemed like he didn’t have to ask, when the answer was already yes…    The drinks could wait.

#tf mercy #my writing #tfp #transformers prime #this was originally a drabble that got too long #rung #fortress maximus #rungmax #maxrung #or whatever the ship is called i call it rungmax #sunder and froid mention #hurt/comfort #my beloved #this isnt idw in case i didnt make it clear lmao #anyway trust me rung and max deserve each other esp after what happened to them #they can help each other out :] #also fluffy size difference ships my beloved #maccadam #transformers #cjj arts #if this ficwriting keeps up i might need to make an ao3

[tinkersclankandbobble]

I have a beef with Fairy Gary.

This topic came up at work last week when my coworker was watching Pirate Fairy at their desk, so I’m going to include many of their thoughts in this post.

We think that Zarina’s desire to study and understand Pixie Dust is a perfectly normal thing for a Dust Keeper to want to do. I mean, if your whole Talent revolves around the very lifeblood of Fairy life, wouldn’t you want to understand anything and everything about it? It’s honestly crazy that Zarina is the ONLY fairy that thinks this way. But any time she brings up the topic of “Why does Pixie Dust do the things it does?” She’s always shut down… by whom? Fairy Gary. Well, ok, other Dust Keepers also think she’s weird for her fascination, but they likely learned that from their leader, Gary.

So why does Gary think Pixie Dust shouldn’t be tampered with? We don’t know! The films never tell us. All we know about before Zarina is successful with her alchemy is that we’ve got the gold flying dust and the blue dust that makes more dust… or whatever it does in Lost Treasure… sustains the Tree? I’m admittedly a little confused about Blue Dust’s purpose outside what it does in The Pirate Fairy.

So Zarina does her little alchemy stuff. Makes the Light Talent, Fast Flying Talent and Garden Talent dusts, and really, it’s INCREDIBLE!!! Tink of course is concerned with what Zarina is doing, but that’s understandable. She’s a Tinker, not a Dust Keeper. In all likelihood, she’d be on the side of “dust shouldn’t be messed with” because she doesn’t understand it. But Zarina has been shown to be studying Dust for a while, and she clearly had a handle on her alchemy from the moment it started working. The only reason why there was a problem was because she tripped! Sure she was doing a lot at once, but who wouldn’t be excited about their life work suddenly bearing fruit?

So this is where our beef with Gary starts. When Zarina’s plants destroy the dust depot ON ACCIDENT Gary sees the pink dust, and is fearful, not astonished, and what does he do? He fires Zarina. He doesn’t even ask her how she did this, or question if she may have just found Pink Pixie Dust. Nope, just fires her and says she’s too dangerous, doesn’t hear her side of the story at all.

Cut to the end of the movie to explain why I have such a problem with this sparrowman. He fires Zarina, and yeah he may look a little sad in the moment, maybe a bit fearful, but between that moment and the ending where he welcomes Zarina back with open arms and no questions asked, we see NOTHING suggesting that he regrets his decision to fire her. We see him in the crowd at the all season celebration sitting beside Terence and looking happy as ever. So we’re just supposed to accept that he went from “You’re too dangerous, you’re no longer a Dust Keeper” to “Welcome back! Does your talent have a name?” With no context of what he’s been thinking for a year? Heck, to me it feels more appropriate for him to be upset that she was still Tampering with Pixie Dust rather than having learned to not mess with it!

Ok, so how do we make this better? Honestly, one little tiny scene in the all season celebration would have fixed this for me. So, there’s a couple points where the camera is on the crowd and focuses on Clank and Bobble (Yay!!!!) if they had taken just ten seconds to pan the camera off of them and down to where Gary is sitting with Terence, they could have had a somewhat sullen looking Fairy Gary. Terence could ask him “Something wrong Fairy Gary?” He could sigh and say “Zarina would have loved this.” And Terence could nod, understanding. We could see in that moment that Gary regrets sending her away. He misses her. He wants her back. But we never got that. And I think it made Gary’s character suffer.

Here’s another idea that my coworker suggested. Could the movie have taken a moment to show us WHY Gary thinks tampering with Pixie Dust is dangerous? Lets think, Gary has clearly been around for a while. What if he in fact had tampered with Pixie Dust when he was young? What if he was just like Zarina? No, what if he was WORSE than Zarina? What if his experiments caused a real disaster, not just overgrown vines? That could give us a reason behind why he’s so afraid of Zarina’s experiments… her successful experiments. Perhaps if this was Gary’s past, somewhere in that time skip he could have realized that Zarina’s work wasn’t dangerous, that she had actually created something beautiful and extraordinary that could be beneficial to Fairies for years to come. Perhaps this could be why he is so accepting of her when she returns.

Whatever the case may be, I really feel like Fairy Gary was not well written in the Pirate Fairy. Also if there are any deleted scenes that show his remorse or anything like that, PLEASE let me know. I’d love to see them. I want to like Fairy Gary again.

#disney fairies #the pirate fairy #Fairy Gary #Zarina #Terence #Tinker Bell

[highwaywhump]

Febuwhump day 2

soo... probably (definitely) not going to finish this event on time (if at all). my workload suddenly doubled this semester but here's something at least. for febuwhump day 2 i have tried to get to know my nameless guard dog. here's his origin story, starting about 20 years prior to joey's story

CW/TW: captivity, collars/chains, forced drugging, controlled food intake, pet whump/bbu in general

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“He’s not breaking.” 

“He will.” 

“60 says he won’t.” 

“90 says he will.” 

“Shut up, both of you.” 

The two junior handlers snap their mouths shut, turning away from the monitor and towards senior handler Kerry. He’s leaning back in his office chair, unbothered, flipping through a quarterly report on customer success rates. His numbers are good, as usual. In fact, there’s an upwards trend. If it continues like this over the summer, there will undoubtedly be another raise beginning to rear its head from the deep, deep waters of this facility. 

Kerry glances at the monitor. Nothing’s changed since he glanced at it last, 20 minutes ago. Nearly nothing’s changed since the feed started rolling, six days ago. He returns to his paperwork again, after sparing a pointed look at his two supposed protegees. They both hurriedly look down at their own paperwork, studying training manuals, only sneaking glances at the monitor when they don’t think Kerry’s looking. But he sees them every time. He absentmindedly clicks his pen and longingly recalls the days when corporal punishment in the workplace - in this workplace, at least - was still allowed. 

They sit for another hour or so before Kerry announces that they’ll break for lunch with a grunt, and the junior handlers scurry off to the cafeteria while he unpacks his own meticulously made sandwich. The little domestic taking up space in his laundry room sure knows her stuff, he thinks as he angles the monitor a little, finally allowing himself a closer look now that the twin idiots are gone. 

The idea of pets taking on the role as personal security isn’t new, at least not in practice. Rich assholes who think the world revolves around them have always wanted dedicated security. The Guard Dog type, however, is quite new. The specimen on the monitor is only the third generation, and a young generation at that. He was brought in only two weeks ago, a mean fucker just dishonorably discharged, with a glint in his eye and blood on his knuckles. 

Well. A tether slightly too high up on the wall and a high-powered cold water hose took care of at least one of those problems. As for his unpleasant disposition … Kerry was doing something about that right now. Had been, for the last six days. And the project was just beginning to bear the flowers which eventually would become fruits. 

The previous two generations had been too volatile, too easy to make lash out, and not only at potential threats. WRU could only pay out so much hush money before the media had started to notice. The third generation had to be perfect, and Kerry was one of a small group of handlers who had been served the task. A delicate mission to snuff out every little spark and flame inside the beasts and then create new, tailor-made gas flames in their wake, perfectly controllable and able to be extinguished by the flick of a verbal switch. A killer robot of flesh and blood. 

The monitor showed 603-014 sitting against the wall, arms around his bowed head, very slightly shifting his weight back and forth. Kerry almost thought he could see a crescent shape in the floor surrounding him, as if his pacing (of which there was less and less, these days) had created a track in the floor. The nine feet of chain extending from his collar to a ring in the wall contained him like a mean junkyard dog at the end of a rope. 

He hadn’t been outside the crescent in a week, much less outside his cell. 

In the same period, he hadn’t seen a single other human. Nothing but the same four white walls and his own tethered body. After two days of screaming and crying and cursing and begging he’d lost his voice, and it was still only a hoarse and gravelly whimpering that would come through the speakers if Kerry decided to turn on the sound. 

He glanced at his watch. It was soon time for 014’s daily prescribed five hour nap and his allotted 1300 calories - served in a dog bowl, of course. The two goons could do it, he figured, as he considered his own reuben sandwich, which seemed too good to leave right now. As if summoned by his thoughts, the two of them shuffled into his office, each holding a steaming hot styrofoam container. 

“Great timing,” Kerry announced, not even allowing them time to set their food down. “Time for some practical training. 014 needs his daily rest and nourishment.” 

“Handler Kerry-!”

“I trust you remember where the respiratory gear is,” he broke them off merrily as he reached for the control board mounted on his desk, which controlled every environmental condition in every cell he was responsible for. As they begrudgingly set their food down and removed themselves from his office, he found the right switch and pushed it down. The big lug would be sleeping blissfully in a few minutes, and Kerry would get to watch his mentees undoubtedly fuck up even the simple task of correctly fitting a gas mask on themselves before entering a room filled with anesthetic gas. 

It would be lunch and a show.

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@simplygrimly @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @briars7 @hackles-up @doveotions @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @kixngiggles @firewheeesky @maracujatangerine @nicolepascaline @whumpthisway @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @whumping-snail @pumpkin-spice-whump @pigeonwhumps @whumplr-reader @considerablecolors @dustypinetree @snakebites-and-ink

#again with the verb tenses........ #cw captivity #cw collar #cw forced drugging #cw controlled food intake #pet whump #bbu #boxboy universe #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday2 #my nameless guard dog

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 9

a calum hood songfic

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Michael has been watching Tillie’s location for a week. 

He’d checked up with Calum after the Halloween party, given that he figured he’d feel like absolute shit. Calum was fuming when he’d picked up the call, saying he had nothing nice to say about Tillie right then and that’s all he had on his mind, so he hung up after a brief rant. That’s how Michael knew something had gone down at Tillie’s place the next morning.

Michael knew his best friends very well. He knew Calum would need to talk about it, but he wouldn’t talk about it with him, and he couldn’t talk about it when he was angry. Tillie was somewhat unpredictable in that there were two options. One would be to go out and get wasted, hook up with someone new every night, and do everything possible to not have to think about things. The other option? Hole up in her bedroom and avoid living life at all. 

Tillie’s blue dot hasn’t left her condo once. 

He’s well aware that she won’t pick up if he calls, so he does what he know Tillie would do if roles were reversed. He lets himself into her place.

Tillie can hear her door open from inside her bedroom.

“I’m not home!” She yells.

He laughs quietly, popping his head into the doorway of her bedroom. The first thing he notices? She dyed her hair purple. She’s propped up on a mountain of pillows and a throw blanket is awkwardly strewn around her. There’s an empty pizza box on the edge of the bed and a few things of cup noodles on the nightstand.

“Permission to enter?” Michael asks. 

“If you clear the shit from my bed and come cuddle, yes.”

He rolls his eyes and enters the room. He tosses the pizza box onto the floor and kicks off his shoes before he climbs into Tillie’s messy bed.

She won’t say it, but she’s glad he’s there. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Tillie sighs. “I broke up with Nick.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” she mutters. 

Tillie liked Nick. He was nice. He was attractive and fun to be around. Deep down though, she knew it wasn’t more than a few months, maybe a year or two at best, of just coasting by and having a relatively good time. It would’ve been settling for something that works, rather than something that she actually enjoys.

After the fight with Cal, she decided it was wrong to be in any sort of “relationship,” regardless of how casual, with anyone who wasn’t Calum. She decided she’d go back to being emotionally unavailable and just live her life, find one night stands when she wanted one, and… mourn. Both her sister, and whatever she thought she could have had with Calum.

“He was nice!” Michael says. He might know Tillie better than anyone else does, but he still couldn’t ever fully read her. That’s part of why people are so drawn to her: she’s a mystery.

She sighs. She has no doubt now that Michael knows how she feels about Calum. He may not have admitted it to anyone, but surely he knows that she loves him. Surely he saw what she saw in Nick. He’s great, but he’s not perfect for her.

Not that anyone is perfect for her. 

“Tillie, to be fair, you’re kind of unpredictable.”

Tillie rolls her eyes and runs her fingers through her purple locks. “Not really.”

“You pick people and drop them. You end up going after Cal for fuck’s sake, and everyone thought that was going well, then you drop that suddenly and disappear. Then there’s another revolving door of people, and then there’s Nick, and, I guess, now there’s not.”

When Michael looks over at her after he speaks, his heart sinks. Tillie is crying. She doesn’t cry. Tillie never cries.

“Woah, Tills, what’s wrong?”

He knows the answer to the question. It’s Calum. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispers.

“Clearly it does. You’re upset, and you aren’t exactly known for getting upset.”

Tillie doesn’t know what to say, and she debates dropping everything altogether. She’d offer to order another pizza for delivery and they could play video games for hours. She knows she can’t. The truth of everything that happened is clawing at her insides.

“Will you ever tell me what happened, T? I know it’s something big. You loved him and then just left.”

“What?” Tillie asks, her head snapping to look at him. He didn’t think he’d say it out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“You said I loved him.”

Michae shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, I think that we all know that you did.”

Tillie is floored. Was it that obvious? Apparently it was.

“I do.”

“What?”

“I do love him,” she admits. She’s never said it. It feels like somewhat of a relief to say it. 

“So, what happened?”

How can she explain it all? The blood on her hands, the running away, her fear of doing something awful to Calum… how does she put it in words and tell Michael why she broke his best friend’s heart?

“You don’t have to tell me, you know?” Mike adds, sensing that she’s possibly incapable of putting words to her thoughts. “I’m sure Calum would like to hear whatever you have to say, though.”

“He’s mad at me.”

“Tillie, if what you have to say to him is that you love him, he’ll suck it up and listen to your explanation.”

read next part (last chapter)

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5sos #calum imagine #songfic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #know it all #the band camino

[aerysa-targaryen]

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

Plot: Something bad happened to you, and the one who dared to hurt you will pay (sequel to "Who to choose")

Type: angst/fluff

Warning: mention of rape/ cursed words

Characters:The Targaryen Family, Ser Criston, Ser Harwin and some secondary characters.

Numbers of words: 3.4K

The first few weeks after this great event, everything went well, no one suspected your relationship with the three men, that’s what you thought, but Otto Hightower’s spies are discreet and it is impossible for you to notice them. This is what brought us to this fateful event, it will forever be engraved in your mind, like a shadow that will follow you all your life. Otto Hightower felt it was up to him to punish you, and he will, in the worst way. When the king’s hand asked to see you, at the beginning of this afternoon, you accepted the light heart, you had always understood well enough with the older man, only, you soon regretted it, hardly had you set foot in the man’s office that you took a slap. " You whore! If your father knew what you were doing, he’d send you back right now!" Otto Hightower’s angry voice sounded in your ears. what was going on? you didn’t understand. Otto gave you a cold look as he got closer to you, you backed away until you were locked against the door.

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The man got closer to you and you could smell his foul smell, which caused you to wrinkle your nose." You’re just a whore" he spoke in a freezing voice, "and do you know what we do with people like you? We fuck them." You trembled with fear when you understood what he was saying. The rest must not be told, everything was in pain for you don’t know how long, but finally, you went out of his clutches when he unleashed you, your spirit was off, the bottom of your dress was a blood-red color as you staggered in the corridors. Several times, you had to stop against the walls, to catch your breath but you didn’t realize what had just happened to you, everything was only pain before you collapsed on the ground, the pain was too strong, but for once, this darkness was reassuring. She protected you from the outside world, you didn’t move, waiting for something to happen. Why you? Was it a crime to love? You didn’t know about it, but the events that had just happened revolved around your head, everything around you was just blurry. You don’t know how long you stayed there, but it was footsteps that brought you back.

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"By the Seven! Princess y/n what happened to you?" The panicked voice of a handmaiden sounded near your ears, you quickly felt the handmaiden’s arms around you as she supported you so that you could stand, you walked for a few meters before you winced in pain. "I- I- stop." You leaned against the wall, before raising your eyes to your servant "Go get my father, go get my uncle" you said in a supplicant voice but your servant seemed uncomfortable "I can’t leave you alone while you are hurt, my lady." You shook your head and looked at her with a dark look "that’s an order. Go ahead" The poor Servant could not refuse to obey when she was leaving as quickly as she could, running through the corridors, calling your father "King Viserys! King Viserys!" Even if she was away from you, you could still hear her voice and you rested your head against the wall, a little smile on your lips, help was coming.

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The servant entered the council room, calling your father in a broken voice "My king! You must come!" King Viserys frowned, why would a servant interrupt such an important meeting to ask him to come? " Why do I have to come? What is it?" Although he did not like being interrupted, he knew that the servant would not have interrupted the meeting without a good reason to do so. It is your daughter, the princess y/n, something happens to her, she suffers too much to come here" the face of the king became white, something had happened to her nightingale, her daughter. He suddenly rose "This council is over! We will resume the meeting later," he spoke quickly as he followed the servant, practically running behind her as she led him to you. When your father saw you, his heart broke, you were pale, you had too much blood on your dress, you were in no way 'the light of the seven kingdoms' as the royal court affectionately called you. When you heard them coming, you opened your eyes "Father…" you called him in a soft voice as he leaned towards you to hug you. " Go get a maester, and be quick," he spoke as he laid his head on yours, rocking you against him.

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It wasn’t long before the servant returned with a maester, your father helped you get up to guide you to your room. Once there, you took a bath while your father was chatting with the maester outside your room. Despite all the soap you applied to your skin, rubbed on your skin, you felt dirty. You come out of your bath to dry out and change your dress before allowing the maester to come inside your room, in the company of your servant so that he can examine you. He quickly decreed that you were not ill, and that he knew why you were so pale and why your dress was in such a state. "I’m sorry princess." The master spoke by taking your hands in his. You could see he had pity for you "Do you want me to tell your father?" you shook your head, you had now understood what had happened to you and that made you want to cry, but you will not cry, not in front of him. I would tell him." He nodded his head as he came out of the room. You then turned to your servant "May I ask you a favor?" you spoke in a weak voice. " Of course my lady, whatever you desire, I would do anything to get it." She spoke to you in a soft voice, gently shaking your hand in hers. Get Ser Criston, Ser Harwin and my uncle here as quickly as possible and don’t tell my father anything" she nodded "Well, my lady"She quickly came out of your room, pretending that you said you wanted to rest.

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So three servants were sent to warn the three men that you were asking for them by your side, without telling them why. Daemon was flying over his dragon when the servant arrived, and, as soon as he had a foot on the ground, the servant rushed to him, warning him that you were demanding his presence as soon as possible. It did not take more for your uncle to understand the urgency of the situation and he hurried to ride to join you. Ser Harwin was training with the others, and he was told the same news and panic that Daemon had felt took hold of him and he stopped his training to join you as quickly as possible, what happened to you? Finally, Ser Criston was in the company of your sister, coming back from a horse ride he had made with your sister, and the look of panic of the servant worried not only the knight but also your sister. In months of time not to say it, the three were at your door, worried that they had all three been asking. It almost never happened, and when you did, it was never a good sign.

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When they decided to enter your room, they found you shaking down your bed, eyes filled with tears. They knew right away that something was wrong while slowly Ser Harwin approached you and knelt at your level. he came to put his hand on your shoulder, which caused you to raise your head towards him, you hardly realized that you came to hug him forcefully, which surprised Ser Harwin, he hugged you in return throwing a panicked look at the other two men who had sat down to each side of him, In the hope of helping him comfort you. They had never seen you in such a panic since you told them how you felt about them. Ser Criston came to rub your back gently "Princess, it’s passing, why are you so freaked out?" He spoke to you softly, paying attention to his words. You whispered something against Ser Harwin’s chest that the other two men did not understand. Daemon finally spoke in a soft voice "We didn’t understand, little light" he explained gently as he approached you.

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"Am I a whore?" you spoke louder even if your voice remained calm. The three men frowned, but the jaw of Daemon tightened as Ser Criston looked at you with sad eyes. Why do you ask that?" you gently asked Ser Harwin by raising your head with his hand, your eyes were again filled with tears as you spoke with a trembling voice "He told me that I was one, that people like me only deserved to be fucked" Finally, the tears started to flow again as you snuggled up against Ser Harwin. Daemon, Ser Harwin and Ser Criston hated seeing you like that, seeing you cry like that, you were so sweet that you didn’t deserve the words that had been spoken against you. And who told you that?" Daemon spoke once again, his voice dangerously low, you did not answer while you were huddling more against Ser Harwin, it was clear that they would not get more answers that evening. In view of your state of distress, it was obvious that the three remained by your side for the night and that’s what they did. Ser Criston took you in his arms to lie down in your bed where the three men came to lie down against you, except Ser Criston who had to continue to watch over your sister because it was his duty.

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The six months that followed were dark for you, because of the events that had happened to you, you had locked yourself in silence, to the greatest distress of your family and your lovers. You also had many nightmares during these long months and often your lovers had to comfort you, but one day, which was similar to others, you decided that you had had enough, you were tired of living with this constant fear. So you came to your father one evening, as night was falling, you finally had the courage to tell him everything, to tell him what had happened, six months earlier. When you knocked on the door of your father’s chambers, he came to open you quickly and offered you a sweet smile as he invited you in. To what do I owe the pleasure of this nocturnal visit," my dear daughter, he spoke nicely to you as you sat on his bed. I need to talk to you, I think you remember the afternoon you found me hurt? " He shook his head, he understood immediately why you had come to see him.

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you sighed, nervously playing with your hands. " I think it’s time you knew what happened to me this afternoon" you explained while your father was silent, so you continued "Otto Hightower, he called me in his chambers, pretending he wanted to see me. That’s what I did, I went to his chambers with a light heart, but, once I entered the room, he slapped me. he insulted me, telling me I was a whore. Then…he…he raped me." You had trouble saying the end of your sentence, and you looked up at your father who seemed shocked, sad and horrified. He seemed to have understood the actions of his close friend, his advisor, the person who was supporting him. Your father’s jaw was tightening as he thought of everything he could put this monster through. He tried however to calm down so as not to frighten you more "You are very brave to have told me, my daughter. I promise you this bat will pay." He said gently, taking your hands in his. "Did you tell your uncle?" He asked you gently, even if you didn’t tell him about your romantic relationship, he had noticed that you and your uncle were very close, but he didn’t mind, he knew that his brother was able to protect you.

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"Daemon knows nothing of all this" you admitted in a calm voice. "Tell him, tell him what Otto Hightower did to you, also warn him that he will be able to handle it as he wants" you shake your head, for once for six months, your heart was at peace and it did you good." Go now my daughter. Daemon must wait for you", he said with a smile, you got up before leaving your father’s room. You practically ran through the corridors to your room, you knew Daemon would be waiting for you and he gave you a big smile when he saw you. When you got to him, you took him by the hand before you let him into your room, the door was just closing when you made him sit on your bed. I have to tell you something Daemon" you said to him in a soft voice, then you repeated to him everything you said to your father and the look of Daemon caught on fire, Otto had chosen to hurt one of the little ones of the dragon and he was going to get hurt, that’s for sure. But not until he reassure you, not until he show you that you’re all but a whore

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"This man is wrong, you’re not a whore, you’re an angel." He whispered to you as he approached you and came to kiss you gently, pressing his lips against yours, his wools coming to hold your hips to get closer to him. Her lips left your mouth to come and kiss your neck "You are an angel, y/n, a beauty that fell from the sky" you let slip a sigh as the man continued to lay kisses on your neck. You suddenly felt a gentle warmth that you hadn’t felt for some time, but it was welcome. I don’t think I need to go any further than that and let the night have its secrets. The only thing you need to know is that he gave you back your confidence, and drove out of your mind the words that Otto had told you.

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The next day, while you were still sleeping, Daemon came out of your room and was surprised to see Ser Criston and Ser Harwin in the hallway. "you wanted to see us?" asked Ser Criston in a calm voice, it was rare for Daemon to want to speak for himself to the other two men that he considered to be inferior. However, he never showed it to you and tried to be friendly with the other two men, even if Ser Criston and Ser Harwin were not fooled although they did not complain. "Yes, however, I think it’s best that we go somewhere else so I can tell you what happened y/n" Daemon explained in a calm voice as the two men frowned, nodding their heads before following the prince as he led them into an empty room. Daemon closed the door behind him, before turning to the two men, inviting them to sit on the ground and he did the same. "What happened to y/n, told us" Ser Harwin spoke in an impatient voice, even though the three men were very protective of you, he must have been the one who was most worried about you.

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"I think you know who Otto Hightower is, but you don’t know what he did to y/n, he raped her." As soon as Daemon had said these words, the two men were standing, rushing to the door, certainly to go and see Otto Hightower and to pay him a visit that would be the last of his life. Tsss, you two are acting like idiots!" Whistling Daemon in a desperate voice as he went to join the other two men and stood between them and the door. "You can’t just show up at his room and cut off his head!" he said in an angry voice." Moreover our head will end on a spike if the king learns that we wanted to attack his advisor" added Ser Criston in a desperate voice. "You’ve got it all wrong, the king has agreed to this, well, that’s what he told his daughter, our y/n" explained Daemon. "So what are we waiting for?" said Ser Harwin with a angry voice, "he must pay!" Ser Criston added quickly. "I promise you that tonight he will not survive," Daemon said in a firm voice.

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As night fell, Otto Hightower returned to his room after leaving the king for the night. But the man had no idea what he was going to find in his room that night, nor did he know that it would be the last time he would see the moon rise in the starry sky. As he lit the candles in his room, he realized that he was no longer alone, three men were present and he palmed. He knew his men, they were lovers of the woman to whom he had harmed, his eyes rounded with fear but he tried to keep an indifferent voice. "Do you have the king’s permission to enter my chambers this way?" he said calmly as he continued to light the different candles. The king allowed us to do what we wanted with you, after you hurt y/n" Daemon spoke in a freezing voice. From that moment on, Otto knew that he would not survive, but he did not fear death, at least that is what he showed men before him before he breathed his last breath. It was Daemon who carried the final blow, it was he who put an end to the terrors you had known.

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Despite the fact thatthey taked the life of a man, Daemon, Ser Criston and Ser Harwin hurried to join you, they returned to your room slowly. You were already asleep for a few hours when the three men climbed into your new bed, a gift from your father so that you could sleep all four together. Quite often, you found yourself trapped between the three bodies of your lovers but it amused you, you felt protected. So when you felt hands on your hips, you opened your eyes, it was so late, what were they doing? You growled and tried to turn to the other side, but you found yourself facing Ser Criston’s chest. You end up sitting half-awake "it’s too late for hugs, sorry, can I sleep now?" You whined, you wanted your pillow and no one else for now. Ser Criston let out a little laugh "I promise you you can go back to sleep but we have to tell you something before" you nodded quickly "tell me". This time, this was Harwin who came behind you, raising your head with his hand "He’s dead" he whispered you gently before coming to kiss you.

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After the death of Otto Hightower, only his daughter mourned him. All the other inhabitants of the Red Keep had learned what he had done and were happy to know he was dead. A few months later, you married Daemon, Ser Harwin and Ser Criston, and all of you moved to Dragonstone where you were the most devoted wife the three men could have had. In the first years after the marriage, you gave life to a little boy, who was called Viserys, and the following year Jacarys was born. You gave them two more children, Aegon and Joeffrey before you fell seriously ill, and despite the care of the maesters, you died on a beautiful summer night, surrounded by your husbands and your children, all promised to help your sister if she claimed the trone. When you died suddenly, many came to greet their princess one last time. The light of the kingdom did not shine and would never shine again, however, you continued to watch over your children and you were very sad when your nephew, your sister’s son joined you after being dead because of Vhagar. After what seemed like centuries, your husbands finally joined you and your reunion was the happiest.

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I thought about this last night and I just can't get it out of my head so I thought I would share. We know that Joel is 36 when the whole thing starts and Sarah is about 12 (which means Joel became a dad when he was about 24). We also know that Sarah's mother is nowhere to be seen. Now, a few months ago I watched a movie (the lost daughter) and it was basically about 'unnatural mothers' anyway, what if Sarah's mother just...couldn't deal with motherhood? What if she didn't feel that special bond with her child and really, just started hating her life from the moment she became a mom? One day, Joel wakes up, baby Sarah is screaming bloody murder because she's hungry and when he turns around, his wife is gone. He thinks she's downstairs making a bottle but nope, not in the kitchen. He goes to see Sarah, calms her down and feeds her thinking 'maybe she left for a run'. One hour passes, nothing. He gets worried. He calls her cellphone. Nothing. He goes back to their room and that's when he notices the half empty closet. He checks the bathroom. All her stuff. Gone. He has no idea what is going on. They didn't fight, she didn't mention anything. A week later, he gets served divorce papers. He tries to talk to her, get answers but she only talks through her lawyer. Joel is completely lost. He's not even 25 and he has a baby to care for and has no fucking clue how to do it by himself. But he has to because his little girl needs him. So he works as much as he can to give them a comfortable life. He leaves Sarah with the nice old lady in the neighborhood even if it kills him to let her go every morning. He learns how to braid hair. He gets up when she's teething and sick and scared because of a nightmare. He puts his entire life on hold because now, everything revolves around his Sarah. She's all he has (apart from his brother) and the fact that her mom left because she didn't care is hard enough for a child, he would do more than his best so she wouldn't feel the absence too much, so she'd grow up and know she's loved nonetheless. Anyway, made my heart ache to think about a young Joel Miller, suddenly having to raise a baby all by himself, the support he was supposed to have completely vanishing with no explanation. I mean can you imagine? Your partner just leaving because they realize they don't love you or the child you share? Pls give this man a hug :'(

THIS!

Well, motherhood is a scary thing but I just know, I KNOW, that if she would have voiced her worries to Joel he would have gotten her to stay and at least give it a try. He would have been there doing absolutely everything and anything to make sure that she was constantly reminded that she was an amazing mother. That she was never alone. That no matter the thought in her head were saying Joel would always find a way to chase away the demons. Because he is so capable of love. He would have never left her alone.

And you just know that he was the most amazing dad ever to Sarah. Like bet my ass even after the longest shifts he was there having tea parties with her. She wants him to put bows in his hair? You bet he's doing that. She wants to have a little princess dance party? Joel is there spinning around with Sarah in his arms, both in matching tutu skirts. We didn't get to see much of their relationship but I know it was the most beautiful thing ever. I doubted she was worried about telling him anything. Joel might get all flustered at first if she was like to seek him out and ask something about periods or something. But then he would be up late at night, reading about it so he could be there for her.

Joel did an amazing job as a father. Sarah was one special girl. They both deserve nothing but love. Now I'll go cry....

#got this hit me right in the heart first thing in the morning #but keep it coming #joel miller x reader