#they said they wouldn't 'coddle women'

[purpleisnotacolor]

oh boy my second death threat!

I really am growing on here.

#my potst #blocked and reported #oh wat I know... #they said they wouldn't 'coddle women' #but I think not telling people to die is pretty basic respect #what kind of wack community are you in where NOT telling people to kill themselves is a special privilege #oh wait... #if christian women are brainwashed and need to be rescued why do you think they should die?

[maddy-ferguson]

women will literally accuse women and esp lesbian circles of "not unpacking ""man-hating""" alleged ""misandry" sweetie xo" getting offended ppl aren't appropriately uplifting how "men are amazing and awesome and attractive and i won't be shamed for thinking so" as if appreciating men is a real counter opinion than blame whatever gave women of every sexuality instance to be jaded weary cautious and tired and who'll complain every now and then and continue on with her life until she dies putting up with patriarchy. just welcome to the "woke" internet where misogyny's over and "man-hate" "shamed for not hating men" is worth springing to defences for

yeah i've only seen people talk like men's rights activists and think they're being unbelievably progressive on tumblr it's kind of fascinating. like i can see how seeing people hate on men could mess with people and stuff but you can't demand men appreciation posts that's literally the whole world outside of idk your tumblr dash (or even on your tumblr dash because fandom misogyny from people who think they're not misogynistic at all is really something). men get praised for "babysitting" their own kids like be serious? it's very let men be masculine

i don't think being like men are soooo gross and we hate them is actually constructive and it can definitely veer into transphobia (you'll always be a man/"a male" and thus a danger to women/why would you ever want to become a man they're the enemy and the bane of society etc) and homophobia relatively quickly?

but the way people ON TUMBLR ""combat that"" is often so off to me like if the most basic feminist principles offend you then i'm not really sure where to go from here. i remember seeing a post that was like "men aren't your enemy. they're your friend/brother/father/colleague/neighbor" with a lot of notes and like i don't know how to tell you this but that's literally who's most likely to harm a woman, the men she knows?😭 and obviously not every system of oppression is exactly the same but would you say the same thing to someone criticizing white people like...just very weird

i think women who are attracted to men and dating them making jokes about how they only tolerate being attracted to men because they have no choice and especially the whole i'm bi so i love every woman and only find 1 in a 1000 men attractive (very often said while in a relationship with a man) thing is obnoxious and annoying for like everyone who has to hear it lmao but also when women who date men make jokes about it (not about them being ugly or unattractive or whatever but about them being bad partners in general) it's like. what else are they going to do like you said they're gonna endure patriarchy for the rest of their lives and as girlfriends/wives/mothers they go through the most it's very bleak? idk. it's not like you can date a better man yourself out of patriarchy

of course men aren't a all as bad as the worst guy you can imagine and they're not all out to get you or whatever but saying things like "men don't all benefit from the patriarchy rich men benefit from the patriarchy but jake, 23, is not oppressing you" is like. kind of insane. jake, 14, was oppressing me like have you never interacted with boys in school😭 and it's not like it was entirely their fault we all have to outgrow misogyny it's just you know society etc but some of them never outgrow it lmao and just...the takes you see on feminism on tumblr are astounding i hate it here

#and like i do think that young guys who feel bad about themselves only having people who make them feel worse and who actively make them #worse like incels and idk youtube algorithms to turn to is a problem but like. again it's the same thing as white people who feel bad about #being white to me in a way like are women and GIRLS supposed to coddle them and say it's gonna be okay you're great even when they're #like actually harming them by being misogynistic to them? that's already what they're taught to do always #the notes on that male loneliness epidemic post i reblogged a few weeks ago still haunt me like OH MY GOD #and if you think misogyny isn't as prevalent anymore you're very naive. and probably misogynistic yourself #i'm not even sure young men being more feminist is true (well it's probably true when you compare it to like the 50s) but even #when men ARE like yeah women shouldn't have to do everything i can help with chores (the use of the word help is already a red flag lmao) #when you look at what they actually do they still do way less like i don't have links because these are tags on a tumblr ask but i read #somewhere that men think chores are 50/50 when they're only doing like 30% of the work? like it just seems hopeless #sometimes i'm happy and then i think about the mental load #sorry for not uplifting men 24/7 you can just hang out on the steve harrington tag or something there's actually a lot of people doing that #when someone said um does the ronance fandom not seem terfy to you...because of a post that was like can the lesbian ship ronance #be about the lesbian ship ronance not about steve A MAN #like you can't make this up #i meant it when i said the average tumblr user would benefit from being exposed to more misogyny like i swear they forget it's even a thing #like obviously they wouldn't BENEFIT from it lmao but their posts wouldn't be as dumb and that would benefit me🙏 #ask

[edenesth]

TWTHH Spinoff: Love to Hate You [1]

Pairing: royal secretary!San x female scholar!reader

AU: historical au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 5k

Summary: San prided himself on his knack for building easy connections with women, viewing himself as a trusted ally for the opposite gender. Thanks to his deep bonds with his mother and sister, he possessed keen insights into the female mindset. Never did he imagine facing the ire of a woman, until he encountered a resolute female scholar with a strong dislike towards men.

A/N: As stated in the title, this is a spinoff. If you have yet to check out the main story, it's probably better to read that before starting this.

Main Story | Spinoff Masterlist | Part 2

"Moon Siwoo, you get over here this instant!" you commanded, hands planted firmly on your hips as you glared at your twelve-year-old brother, who grumbled and rubbed his eyes sleepily while trudging reluctantly toward you.

"But noona, it's too early!" he protested, his pout aimed at evoking your sympathy, but you merely shook your head in disapproval.

Your mother sighed beside you. "Please go easy on him," she implored, but you met her plea with a stern gaze. "And who went easy on me, mother? If you keep coddling him like this, he'll grow up to be just another one of those entitled brats who call themselves a man. Is that what you want?"

Defeated, she fell silent and retreated to prepare lunchboxes for you and your brother. The silence spoke volumes, conveying the weight of the elderly woman's guilt as she grappled with your palpable disdain for men. Ever since little Siwoo came into the world, you had made it your mission to ensure he wouldn't become one of those disappointing individuals who claim to be men.

Of course, your dislike wasn't unfounded.

Your late father, already lacking as a parent, succumbed to his drinking problem not long after your brother's birth, leaving you, the eldest, to shoulder the family's responsibilities. But that wasn't the worst of it; his demise was overshadowed by the circumstances of his death—a result of excessive drinking in a brothel, of all places. It was a fact that brought you little sorrow.

Throughout your childhood, he imposed expectations meant for a son onto you, driven by his own unfulfilled aspirations of becoming a respected scholar in Joseon society. However, his misguided attempts at moulding you into his image of success involved subjecting you to gruelling and excessive lessons from a young age. At that time, your mother held little sway and dared not challenge him. Consequently, there was no one to shield you from his demands.

The irony lay in his expectations for you to excel, despite setting a horrible example. He often cited stress as justification for indulging in alcohol, initially venturing out for brief outings with "friends" before progressively extending his absences. Eventually, his nights away grew longer until he would vanish entirely, only returning the following morning reeking of different women's perfumes each time.

Therefore, you would be lying if you said you didn't harbour resentment toward your father. Discovering his passing brought a sense of relief, even if it meant assuming a heavier burden on your young shoulders. Life had never been easy for you in the first place, and you gladly accepted the added responsibility of supporting your mother and younger brother without the presence of a tyrant dictating your actions at home.

Yet, just when you thought the worst was over, you bore witness to the struggles faced by women around you as you juggled odd jobs while pursuing your studies independently, preparing for the state examination—the initial step toward achieving the status of a scholar-official. During this period, you witnessed firsthand how women were often relegated to the roles of mere child-bearers and servants to men who offered little in return. It was almost funny how they depended on women for everything while simultaneously treating the female gender as inferior.

This realisation fueled your determination to become the first female scholar, not to uphold your useless father's legacy, but to advocate for the marginalised women who lacked influential advocates to champion their cause and facilitate change.

Over a decade has passed since those tumultuous times. Now that Siwoo had reached an appropriate age, you resolved to enrol him in school after years of personally tutoring him to impart basic knowledge and skills, aiming to cut costs. You had taught him enough to grasp reading and writing. With him now eligible to enter the foundational levels of education mandated for embarking on the path to becoming a scholar-official, you were resolute in instilling him with your aspirations.

"Too early, you say? Would you rather rise with the sun for school or face punishments then?" you challenged, lifting an eyebrow.

Amusement danced in your eyes as the child's gaze widened in fear, vigorously shaking his head. "No, please! I'll behave and go to school! Spare me from standing in the corner for hours again, noona!"

"Now, that's my good boy," you gentled your tone, tousling his hair affectionately and straightening his slightly dishevelled hanbok. "How many times have I reminded you to tie the ribbons neatly like this? The teachers will scold you if they're not done properly, and you wouldn't want to make a poor impression on your first day. You'll make mother and me proud, won't you?"

He grinned brightly, "Yes, noona!"

Watching from the sidelines, your mother's heart swelled with warmth. Despite your stern demeanour at times, she was aware you loved him more than anything, knowing you could never be overly harsh. You had a knack for striking the right balance, teaching valuable lessons while showing him care and affection. Even as her daughter, she sometimes felt there was much she could learn from you.

"Alright, here are your lunchboxes, kids. Make sure to finish them, okay?" she instructed, passing the bags to you, receiving a smile in return.

"Got it! Don't worry, mother!" he chirped, saluting playfully.

"Thank you, mother. You should rest well while this little monkey heads off to school. How's your back feeling? I can swing by the apothecary for more herbs if you need any," you offered.

She shook her head, gently patting your cheek. "I'm fine, dear. Don't spend money unnecessarily. Some rest will do. Now hurry along before you both end up late."

With an arm around Siwoo, you guided him alongside you after bidding farewell to your mother. Your next stop was dropping him off at the nearest school before heading to the palace yourself to borrow some books not readily available in the public library. Having already passed the first two preliminary examinations with flying colours, only the final one stood between you and the coveted title of scholar-official. You were determined to complete it all swiftly, eager to finally begin making tangible contributions for the women of Joseon.

As you reached the entrance of your alma mater, you handed your brother his bag. "Alright, the teachers are expecting you. Please remember to behave and keep in mind what I've taught you—always be respectful and avoid causing trouble for anyone. Stay attentive and don't hesitate to ask questions if you're unsure. You won't learn anything by staying silent," you reminded, smoothing down his hair.

He nodded earnestly. "I won't forget, noona."

You grinned, pinching his cheek gently. "Good, I'll be here to pick you up after school. Wait right here if I haven't arrived yet. And don't wander off with anyone, understood?"

He swatted your hand away, rubbing his cheek. "Yeah, yeah. How could I forget? You've been drilling that into me for a week now. Bye, noona."

"Goodbye, Siwoo," you murmured, watching him enter the school gates and noticing the familiar figure of one of your teachers, Master Lee, waiting to greet him. Meeting the kind elderly man's gaze, you bowed deeply in gratitude. He was one of the few genuinely good men you had encountered in your life. Back then, understanding the difficulties you faced with your father's strictness, he had always strived to ease your burdens at school. Being the lone girl in a predominantly male institution also made you susceptible to bullying, but in this teacher's presence, you found solace.

He had also played a crucial role in securing your brother's enrollment. While your own admission might have been facilitated by your father's connections, the same couldn't be said for Siwoo, lacking influential or affluent backing. It was your close relationship with Master Lee that ensured his placement in the school.

As the man gave you a reassuring nod before guiding your brother into the school, you lingered for a moment, watching them until they disappeared from sight. You couldn't shake off the constant worry for the kid. The fear of him being bullied once his classmates discovered he didn't have a father plagued your thoughts. Yet, deep down, you understood this was necessary for his growth. After all, you faced similar challenges alone during your own schooling years.

You pushed aside those concerns, reminding yourself that Master Lee would be there to look out for him. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly turned away, knowing that as his elder sister, there was only so much you could do. The rest was up to him.

He'll survive; stop worrying.

Walking away from the school, you reminded yourself of your own priorities for now. Your focus needed to be on studying and acing the final examination. With that thought in mind, you set off towards the palace, your mind already forming a mental list of all the books you would need from the royal library.

Each step brought a sense of determination, the weight of responsibility settling firmly on your shoulders. You couldn't afford to let yourself be consumed by worry for Siwoo, not when your own future depended on your success in the upcoming examination.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will deliver the latest batch of minutes and reports to General Park to ensure he is kept informed by today," San stated in his customary professional manner before bowing deeply.

The King nodded, gesturing with his hand to dismiss the secretary. "Very well. Proceed. And do not detain him unnecessarily; I am sure he is eager to spend every moment with his wife," he remarked, chuckling softly into his fists, pleased by the transformation of his once stoic general into a loving and affectionate husband.

"Understood, Your Majesty," the younger man replied, stepping back to excuse himself from the throne room.

As he made his way to his office to retrieve the documents before heading to the general's estate, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. With a furrowed brow, his steps faltered and he scanned the surroundings, searching for the source. Finally, his gaze settled on what appeared to be the fourth prince, observing him intently from a nearby pavilion. Despite the surprise, San maintained a neutral expression, not wanting to appear impolite.

Meeting Prince Yeosang's eyes, he offered a deep bow in greeting. His Highness reciprocated the gesture with a nod but continued to watch as the royal secretary attempted to move away.

Does he... want something from me?

San let out a deep sigh, internally debating whether to approach the prince. He knew Yeosang wasn't particularly sociable and might find it difficult to initiate conversations, despite any desire he had to do so. Finally, he made up his mind and veered towards the pavilion where the fourth prince was seated.

With a respectful bow, the royal secretary pretended not to notice the small breath of relief that escaped Yeosang upon his arrival. "Good day, Your Highness. It's unusual to see you out. How have you been faring?" he asked politely, mindful of the prince's ongoing punishment, which restricted his access to most areas even within the palace.

Yeosang gestured towards the seat across from him. "As well as one can be, considering my limited movements. Please, Secretary Choi, take a seat, and let us have a chat."

Giving in to the prince's invitation, San settled down and accepted the offered cup of tea. "Thank you, Your Highness. What would you like to discuss?" he asked patiently, allowing Yeosang time to collect his thoughts. As the prince struggled to articulate himself, the royal secretary calmly finished his tea, maintaining an expectant gaze upon His Highness.

After what felt like an eternity, Yeosang cleared his throat before speaking, "H-how is she...?" San immediately understood whom he was referring to but chose to feign ignorance. "I don't think it would be right for me to make any assumptions. Whom do you mean by 'she,' my prince?" he inquired.

Flustered, the prince sighed, avoiding San's gaze as he replied, "Lady Park, the general's wife... I noticed General Park hasn't been attending assemblies for a while now, and I was just... you know, wondering if everything is alright with her or... them."

The royal secretary's demeanour softened at Yeosang's inquiry. Offering a warm smile, he reassured, "Your Highness, please do not worry. Things are more than fine over at the general's estate. I didn't think it'd be right for you to hear this from me, but it seems there's no avoiding it, especially given your current restriction from leaving the palace."

Yeosang's curiosity sparked further. "What news do you speak of? Please, tell me."

San hesitated briefly before disclosing the truth. "Lady Park is, um... well, she's expecting, my prince. That's why the general has taken time off from work to care for her."

The prince fell silent for a moment, processing the news, while the royal secretary observed the myriad of emotions crossing His Highness' face. Finally, Yeosang croaked out, "I suppose that means he's treating her well then, yes?"

San nodded reassuringly. "Yes, he is. Perhaps when His Majesty pardons your punishment, you could pay them a visit. I'm sure Lady Park would appreciate seeing you."

The prince nodded slowly. "That's good... and yes, I think I will."

After a brief pause, the secretary spoke again. "Well, if that's all, I should probably return to work, Your Highness."

Yeosang nodded in understanding. "O-oh yes, of course. Don't let me keep you any longer. Thank you, Secretary Choi."

With a polite nod, San took his leave, continuing on his way to his office. His mind couldn't help but wander, pondering whether the prince still held any feelings for the general's wife. Even if he did, the secretary reasoned, at least His Highness was gracious enough to accept and acknowledge that he didn't stand a chance.

As he walked, his steps faltered, and he did a double take when he noticed a figure he had long wanted to meet—the first of your kind. He had heard much about your impressive performance in the preliminary exams. You must be here to prepare for your final examination. Eager to make your acquaintance, he rushed over, only to be met with the last thing he had expected.

"I'm just trying to help, Scholar Moon," the royal secretary insisted, his arms emptying as the stack of books he was previously carrying was abruptly snatched away by the newly acquainted female scholar.

You scoffed in response, "I don't remember asking for your help, sir. I understand it must be quite intriguing to meet a female scholar for the first time. However, there's a reason I'm the first. I'm not your typical damsel in distress. I don't need saving. While you may be used to women swooning at your feet, rest assured, I won't be one of them."

San stood in stunned silence as he watched you storming off in a fit of anger, completely taken aback by your hostile response to his well-intentioned gesture.

He had stumbled upon you as you exited the royal library burdened with a stack of borrowed books, his innate helpfulness and gentlemanly nature immediately prompted him to offer assistance without hesitation. But rather than the customary grateful smile and expression of thanks he anticipated, he couldn't believe he was met with such an unexpected and vehement reaction.

Did I... do something wrong?

A court lady standing nearby widened her eyes in disbelief. "Did you seriously just say that? Do you even know who he is?"

You rolled your eyes dismissively. "Probably just a eunuch, why?" you retorted, waving off her concern. "I doubt any high-ranking officials would pay me any mind."

"Well, you're correct about that. He's not a high-ranking official, but he is someone close to the King. He's the royal secretary," she disclosed, causing your heart to nearly stop as you gaped at her.

He's the what?!

After taking a moment to compose yourself, you blinked rapidly before turning around, only to find him already gone. With a sigh, you faced the court lady again, wearing an expression as if you had done nothing wrong. "Okay, well, as you said, he isn't a high-ranking official. Just a mere secretary. What's he going to do about it? Run to the king like a spoiled little brat? It will be fine," you said, though it sounded more like you were convincing yourself than her.

Suppressing a chuckle behind her hand, she nodded in agreement. "Well, you're not wrong about being fine. Royal Secretary Choi is known to be one of the nicest people. I'm sure he will let it slide," she reassured you with a gentle smile.

Your brows furrowed sceptically. "One of the nicest people, huh? I know men like that; wolves in sheep's clothing. They'll treat you well, make you feel indebted, and then exploit you eventually."

She sighed in resignation, shaking her head in disbelief. "I know nothing I say now will change your mind, but with time, you'll see he isn't anything like that at all."

You replied with a wry smile, "With time? No, I hope I never run into him again. I have no interest in his character. Nevertheless, thank you for the insight. I'll remember to steer clear if I ever see him again. Good day, madam." With a polite bow, you bid her farewell and continued with your day.

As you made your way back to your educational institution to resume your studies, you couldn't help but scoff as you reflected on the encounter with that man and the favourable reputation he tried to cultivate in the palace. Being no stranger to such types, you recognised his type: those who exploited their charm and false kindness to manipulate others. They always seemed to get what they wanted, with people readily bending to their will. It was a trait you detested. This royal secretary appeared to be cut from the same cloth.

But if he thought you would succumb to his charm like the other court ladies and comply with his wishes, he was sorely mistaken. You hoped you wouldn't have to see him again.

Despite feeling a twinge of embarrassment for being less than polite to someone of his stature, you didn't regret your words. They were spoken with genuine conviction.

"Thank you, San. If that's all..." Seonghwa's voice trailed off as he caught sight of the troubled expression on the royal secretary's face. "Oh god, what is it?"

Shaking his head, the younger man replied, "It's nothing serious. I just had a really odd encounter earlier today, and I'm wondering if I did something wrong..."

"Really? You? Doing something wrong? That doesn't sound like Choi San to me. You can do no wrong," the general teased, finally managing to coax a smile out of the royal secretary.

San chuckled. "Well, you know how easily I usually connect with girls and women."

Seonghwa raised an amused brow. "Ah, girl problems? It must be the season of love. Yunho's confiding in my wife about his own love troubles as we speak."

The secretary's eyes widened, and he waved his hands to dismiss the suggestion. "What? L-love? It has nothing to do with that."

"Yeah, that's what they all say..." the general grinned knowingly.

"No, seriously. Have you heard of the famous Scholar Moon?" San asked, to which the older man nodded. "If you're referring to the first female scholar in Joseon, then yes. So, she's the protagonist of your love story, huh?"

Secretary Choi rolled his eyes. "I swear, sometimes I miss when you're all cold and brooding. Anyway, I met her for the first time earlier, just before coming here. I saw her emerging from the royal library, arms filled with books, and out of kindness, I offered to help. But instead of thanking me, she... snatched the books back and launched into a whole monologue about not being a damsel in distress and not needing my help. She seemed... quite angry with me."

The general pondered for a moment, "Hmm, interesting..." San anxiously waited to hear Seonghwa's thoughts on the situation, nervously biting his lip.

Finally, the older man spoke up, "Well, she is the first female scholar after all. Perhaps she's different from most women you know. And besides, if she didn't request your help and you intervened, it might come off as presumptuous. Or maybe she's just having a bad day, and you happened to be there. Or... well, I'm probably the last person you should be consulting on this. You're the expert when it comes to women, so if you can't understand her, how can I...?"

Observing the continued concern on the secretary's face, the general added, "You care too much, San. Remember, no matter how well you think you understand women, not everyone is the same. Don't be surprised if you can't get along with every woman on earth. If, as you said, it's not about love, then let it go. Why should one Scholar Moon upset the great Royal Secretary Choi?"

San took a moment to absorb General Park's words before nodding slowly. "You're right. Maybe I just have to accept it," he conceded. "I guess I'm so affected because this has never happened before."

Pushing himself up from his seat across from Seonghwa, the secretary bowed respectfully. "I've taken more of your time than I planned. I should probably get going." The older man nodded, rising to see his friend off.

As San reached the exit of the general's study, he paused. "Oh, wait, one last thing... I spoke with the fourth prince earlier," he mentioned, sensing a slight shift in Seonghwa's demeanour. "He mentioned not seeing you around the palace and was concerned about Lady Park. I... told him about her pregnancy. I hope you don't mind. He seemed relieved to hear she's doing well."

Seonghwa's expression softened. "Thank you, San. That's good to know. I appreciate it. He's... her friend, I'm sure she'd want His Highness to know." Giving San a pat on the shoulder, he said, "Off you go then. Have a safe trip back. I'll see you next week."

As the secretary made his way back to his family estate, he opted to forgo the carriage ride for the day, choosing instead to take a leisurely walk. He figured it would help clear his mind of the unnecessary thoughts that had been bothering him. Perhaps it was the people pleaser in him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that the earlier incident had affected him more than he cared to admit. Even though he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, he couldn't help but replay the encounter in his mind, wondering what he could have done differently to elicit a more favourable reaction from you.

However, he reminded himself of General Park's words – not everyone was meant to get along, and that was okay. With that in mind, he tried to focus on the scenery around him, letting the gentle breeze and chirping birds distract him from his thoughts.

Just as he was about to walk past a school, he heard the unmistakable sound of a child crying. Curious, he turned toward the source of the sound and saw a young boy sobbing alone by the entrance of the school.

San looked around to see if anyone was responsible for the boy's distress or if the source of his tears could be identified, but there was no one nearby. Passersby continued on with their day, seemingly oblivious to the child's plight. Unable to ignore the situation, San slowly approached him before kneeling down beside him.

"Hi there, kid. Are you okay? What happened?" he asked gently.

The child sniffled, wiping his tears. "My sister told me not to talk to strangers. If you think I'll follow you, then forget it. I'm not like those other dumb kids," he replied with a pout.

Taken aback by the boy's response, the royal secretary blinked rapidly before reassuring him, "I... no, I'm not a bad person."

The boy snorted sceptically. "Yeah, that's what they all say. If you try anything, I'll scream for my teacher."

Huh, that attitude feels oddly familiar.

Raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, San shook his head. "I promise, I just wanted to check up on you and find out why you're crying. If you don't want me to bother you, I'll leave right now."

Just as he was about to walk away, the boy sighed and tugged on his sleeve. "W-wait... fine, just listen to me then," he relented.

San chuckled softly. "Go on, tell me what or who made you cry. Even if I might not be able to help you, you'll feel better after talking about it."

The child nodded, fiddling with his fingers nervously. "It's my first day of school and... it's stupid. My sister already warned me that it might happen, but still..." Fat tears rolled down his little cheeks as San wiped them away gently. "It's okay, you can tell me," he encouraged.

The boy continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "They bullied me because I don't have a father. He died not long after I was born, so it's just me, my mother, and my sister. But I don't get it! Why should I get bullied for something I can't control?"

Just as San lifted his hand to comfort the child, he was startled by the unexpected appearance of the last person he anticipated seeing so soon. "Hey! Don't you dare lay a hand on him!" you shouted, hurrying over.

Your protective instincts kicked in as you arrived to collect Siwoo from school, only to find him in tears with this unfamiliar man poised to touch him. At the sound of your voice, the royal secretary swiftly turned his head, and your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you. Just when you hoped never to encounter him again, fate had other plans. The world had never been kind to you, so perhaps you shouldn't have been surprised.

Are you freaking kidding me?

"S-scholar Moon! I swear, I was just trying to help..." San's words stumbled out, but you took a deep breath to steady yourself before responding, "It's fine, we're fine. I'm not even going to ask what you're doing here. I just... I apologise for my earlier behaviour in the palace if I offended you in any way. Thank you, Royal Secretary Choi, for your kindness, but we really don't need your help."

Your brother protested, "But, noona—"

You shot him a stern look. "We'll discuss this at home, Moon Siwoo."

As San stood there, his mind racing, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Not only were you the first female scholar, to achieve such a feat without the backing of a powerful father, but you also carried the burden of supporting your family on your shoulders. Could it be that your disdain for help stemmed from a distaste for pity? He couldn't fathom how difficult things must have been for a young lady like yourself.

It occurred to him that your independence might have forged a toughness within you, causing you to recoil at the mere thought of accepting assistance. But these were mere speculations. He knew his mind would not find peace until he uncovered the truth.

As you turned to leave with your brother, the royal secretary's voice halted your steps. "Wait, Scholar Moon! I swear, I came across your brother by chance; I didn't realise he was related to you. And I... I, too, apologise if I've offended you in any way. There must be a reason for your reaction, and if there's anything I could have handled better, please let me know. I understand that being a female scholar must not be easy."

You briefly closed your eyes, acknowledging his smooth words. Had it been someone else, they might have melted. But maintaining your resolve, you turned back to face him. "I appreciate the apology, Royal Secretary Choi. But please, don't overthink it. My reaction wasn't aimed solely at you; it would have been the same with any man. Now, if you'll excuse us, we must be on our way."

Wait, what does that mean?

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"Sometimes I wonder what His Majesty sees in you. You can be so dense, it's astonishing," Haneul remarked, shaking her head in playful disbelief as she nudged San's head.

He whined, swatting her hand away. "What are you even doing here, noona? Is your husband okay with you always running away from home like this, huh?"

She smacked him lightly. "Is that any way to talk to your older sister? Besides, this is my home too. What's wrong with visiting once in a while? And let's not change the subject! She's already dealing with a tough life, and now she has to contend with self-absorbed men like you. It's clear she doesn't trust men. She grew up without a father, and even when he was around, who knows what he was like? And being a female scholar, imagine the prejudice she faces. Do you honestly think she's had positive experiences with men?"

"What? I'm not self-absorbed!" he protested, shooting her a glare.

Haneul nodded sarcastically. "Oh yeah, not at all. All you've been busy thinking about is what you did, what you could have done because everything revolves around you and your magical ability to charm all the women on this land. Finally, you meet someone immune to it, and of course, it couldn't possibly be because you're just a man, but rather, it has to be about you."

"W-well, if you put it that way..."

She rolled her eyes. "Just admit that I'm right and move on, you fool. Now that you know it's not about your actions; it's just her general distrust in men, you can sleep in peace tonight knowing you did nothing wrong. It's not you, it's her."

But the royal secretary found himself unable to sleep well that night. Understanding that it was men you hated only ignited a newfound determination in him.

I'll show her that not all men are the same.

Y'all, I'm sorry this took so long! I'm afraid updates will be slow after this because guess who is starting her full-time job tomorrow :) back to that Mon-Fri 8-5 corporate life, so I won't be able to write as frequently anymore💔 but I'll do my best to write whenever I can!

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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[oneforthemunny]

can't hurry love |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a little blurb about older!dilf!eddie and reader adjusting to life as parents, which includes learning to have quickies where they can.

contains: domestic fluff. age gap relationship. reader is thirty-three, eddie is forty-nine. dad!eddie x mom!reader. fluff and smut. minors DNI 18+. quickie p in v sex.

Eddie was sure if he heard 'Let It Go' one more time he was going to scream, rip his hair out and shove it into his ears so he didn't have to hear the song ever again. He thought Strawberry Shortcake was bad, but it was nothing compared to this- a new level of hell that Delilah insisted on playing on a loop over and over and over. He figured it was probably because of her new Elsa dress, a costume blue replica of the character's that came with all the accessories- including a very tangled and tattered wig that you were "fixing". He had Wayne to thank for that, the old man could never say no to either of his grand babies.

Eddie was going to make sure he put the idea in Lilah's head to make Poppa watch the sing-along version the next time he dropped her off, give him a taste of his own medicine; but he knew deep down Wayne wouldn't mind.

"Delilah," You called carefully, padding into the living room with a basket full of her clothes on your hip, ready to be washed from the week before. "I think it's time for us to go lay down."

Eddie cringed, the soft whimper of shock, rounding eyes and a pout that made his heart lurch in his chest, followed by the expectant whine, loud and shrill. "Noooo..." Delilah stomped her foot. "No, Mama, we're not done with the movie!"

You looked at Eddie, lips pursed. You knew he'd cave if she begged too much, and you wanted to stop it before it started. "Delilah," You warned lifting a brow. "You gotta have a nap, baby. You'll be so mean and cranky if you don't."

"Daddy, tell her no." Delilah whined, climbing into Eddie's lap, curling into his chest. Your lips twitched, biting back a smile. You wanted to be irritated, but you couldn't. Three years old and already knew exactly how to play Eddie so he'd bend to her every whim. You wished you were surprised, but between you and Brielle, she was bound to learn the ways of the women around her.

Eddie's eyes softened, cradling her head into his chest, stroking her soft curls. He looked up at you pleadingly. "Just a few more minutes," He said, face melting. He looked down, Delilah's tiny fist rubbing her eyes as she fought back a yawn, easing into his chest and relaxing under his touch.

You tsked, lifting a brow at him. "Eddie, we talked about this." You warned quietly. You had been trying for weeks to get Delilah to go to sleep on her own, starting to ween her out of long snuggles and holding her until she fell asleep. She would start school in only a few years, and didn't need to be coddled like that and make it worse on herself.

Eddie had been less than thrilled. He loved nothing more than cuddling with his baby before she went to bed, reading her a story, his readers perched on his nose doing animated voices that riled her up more than soothed her. Often, especially if he was working at the shop late, it was the only time he got with her. He was so pouty when you talked to him about it the first time, petulant with huffy grumbles and protest, but he knew you were right.

"Just give us a few minutes, please?" Eddie's face contorted into a small smile. "The troll songs about to come on, then we'll go nap after that. Right, Pickles?"

Delilah giggled, half her face still resting on her dad's chest, her eyes still trained on the movie. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Fine, I'll go start this load and then you're going to take a nap, missy." You pointed at Delilah, who huffed and whined. Eddie's gruff, soothing voice peppering words and kisses into her hairline.

You dumped the clothes in, bending over to see a pair of your panties had dropped between the washer and dryer. You shimmied your hand down to snatch the clothing piece, blushing and rolling your lip between your teeth when you held it in front of you. It was a lacy black pair, part of a set you bought for Eddie's birthday, that you must've dropped, seeing as it was still covered in your release and his, dried and crusted on the black fabric.

Your legs squeezed together at the memory. You'd taken Eddie to the bar, meeting all his friends for his birthday, even bringing a cake to share at the small booth you rented out, everyone drunkenly serenading the birthday boy. The real surprise was when you got home. Madeline had offered to watch Delilah for the night, ecstatic to see her niece and spend time with her, so you had the house to just the two of you. As soon as you'd shown Eddie the lingerie set, he'd bent you over the arm of the couch, pounding into you relentlessly, not even bothering to take the panties off.

That had been over two weeks ago.

The shift from fucking each other anytime you wanted to with no worries, to having to sneak and worry about being interrupted by the baby monitor or tiny feet padding to your room was a hard adjustment for both of you. Even for Eddie, who had done it once before, it was still hard.

You poured the detergent in, tossing your panties in the wash, before starting the machine. You placed the basket on top, lips twisting in thought before walking back into the living room.

Delilah was heavy lidded, curled into Eddie's chest nearly half asleep when you stepped in front of the TV, hands on your hips. "Nap time, sweet girl." You cooed, turning off the television.

Delilah cried, angry and irritated, burying her face in Eddie's chest. "No, Mama, no!" She wailed, clinging to Eddie tightly. "Tell her no, Daddy!"

"I don't think that will matter, baby cakes." Eddie snorted lightly, running a hand down her back. "You know Mama's the boss lady around here. You better listen to her."

You bit back a grin, shaking your head at him. "Lilah, let's go. C'mon, Mama will go tuck you in."

Delilah cried, fat, crocodile tears streamed down her little red face. You knew it was probably from exhaustion more than anything else. She always got so cranky after lunch. "I not tired!" Delilah lisped, her 'r' sounding more like a 'w', and it made Eddie's heart swell, holding her closer to his chest, pressing his cheek against her head sweetly.

"Here, baby, I'll come lay with you ok? Just until you go to sleep, and then when you wake up we can play with your toys some more, ok?" Eddie cooed sweetly, avoiding your hard gaze.

"No," You said, shaking your head. "I'll go put her down, and I need your help in the bedroom, please." You eyed him carefully.

Eddie's brows knitted in confusion, twisting with a questioning look. You blinked, eyes flickering to your room down the hall. "Just go wait for me, please." You grit though your teeth. "I've got a really bad itch and I need you to scratch it, please."

Eddie's eyes flashed in confusion before widening, bulging in realization. The euphemism wasn't great by a long shot, you were trying to talk in code in front of your toddler, who was more interested in crying and screaming than whatever you two were discussing. Eddie blushed, mouth running dry. He pressed a quick kiss to Delilah's cheek, muttering a small promise that soothed her a bit before her nap, then handing her off to you.

You looked at him over the top of Delilah's curls, nodding down the hall before going into her room.

Delilah went down fairly easy, too exhausted from the constant running and excitement of the day to whine and protest too long. You'd tucked her in before sitting outside her door to make sure she stayed in her bed, listening until her little cries turned into sniffles then silence, the noise machine drowning out her little snores. You peeked in the room, illuminated by the soft glow of the night light and the sun peeking through the drawn curtains, before tip toeing down the hall to yours and Eddie's room.

Eddie perked up when you walked in, eyes lighting up when you shut the door behind you. "Did you get her down?" Eddie asked eagerly, standing up.

You nodded, shimmying out of your sweatpants and pulling your shirt over your head. "Yes," You muttered, feeling his eyes gawk at your bare body. You didn't wait for whatever lewd and suggestive comment was on his tongue, pressing yourself against him, your lips catching his, tugging him in deeper and deeper into you.

Eddie's hands found the small of your back, calloused skin skating down towards your ass, cupping and squeezing the fat of it until you moaned into his mouth. He dropped lower, hands tucking between your legs, swiping through your wet folds. You could feel him smirk into your mouth.

"Dirty girl," He tsked, pulling his shining fingers out with a dimpled grin. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, huffing and reaching for the band of his sweatpants. You could see his growing erection already tenting the soft fabric, rolling your hand over his cock, squeezing it lightly before shoving his pants roughly to the ground.

"Shut up." You muttered with an eye roll, feeling his arrogant grin on you, mouth watering at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, practically touching your nose. You wanted to bury your face in his groin, smother his dick with wet kisses, that's how much you missed it.

You pumped him a few times, silken skin soft in your hands. Eddie groaned, tipping his head back and you huffed. "Be quiet, you'll wake her up." You pouted, swiping your tongue over his tip.

"Then don't do that-fuck." Eddie groaned, hands finding your hair, gripping it lightly. You swallowed him easily down your throat, hands gripping his hair thighs to steady yourself, bobbing up and down on his shaft. "Shit, bunny, that-that's so good, but I need to be inside you."

You pulled off him with a small pop, eyes lifting to his in amusement. You wiped the back of your mouth with your wrist, his hands guiding you to stand up. "Never thought I'd here you say that." You smirked.

Eddie snorted with an eye roll. He smacked your ass playfully, hard enough to have you yelp and squeal, thighs rubbing together for friction. "Just get on the bed." He muttered. "Let me scratch that itch." He grinned.

You blushed, turning and climbing onto the bed, crawling into a table top position. "What? I didn't know what to say." You laughed with a small shrug, bending your front half to sink onto the mattress.

Craning your head to look over your shoulder, Eddie smirked, eyes rolling over your body, your presented ass and glistening pussy, ready and needy for him. You wiggled your hips, ass jiggling in front of him.

"C'mon, hurry up, before she wakes up and interrupts us, again." You groaned, watching him pump his length before situating himself behind you. "Gotta be quick."

Eddie exhaled slowly out his nose, smirking and rolling his tongue over his bottom lip. "I gotcha, bunny, I know." He grinned. "I'll get ya there, just slow down." He swiped his fingered over your folds, pushing his pointer finger into your sopping hole. You shoved your face into the mattress, muffling your loud, desperate moan that tore from your chest.

Eddie moved, positioning himself behind you. "Ready?" He asked, and you nodded. Eddie pushed in slowly, cock splitting you open, the burn from the stretch of his length against your walls made you whine, simmering out with the familiar mind numbing pleasure that always left you complacent and dizzy.

Eddie groaned lowly when he bottomed out, hunching over so his bare chest was pressed to your back. "Holy fucking shit, bunny." He ground his hips against the meat of your ass. "Been too fuckin' long, baby. Way too fuckin' long."

You moaned when he pulled out, hips snapping against yours, a rhythm building and pleasure pooling deep in your belly. You knew you'd be cumming in no time, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the fact that you hadn't had him in so long, your legs were already beginning to shake, abdomen clenching and fists grappling at the sheets.

Eddie huffed, hot breath on your bare shoulder blades, pressing sloppy, wet, open mouthed kisses to your hot skin, nuzzling the scruff of his beard into you. "God, fuck, 'm not gonna last long." He warned, hand snaking between you, fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you crying out.

"Should be a fuckin' crime to not fuck you for as long as I did, shit." Eddie hissed. "A pussy this sweet? And I've gone too long without it, haven't I?" Eddie cooed into your ear, a little taunting and mean. Your legs clenched around his hand. "You've just been a little pent up, haven't you, bunny? So needy for me, and I didn't even know, huh?"

"Fuck," You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. His hand on your clit pressed down harder, cock jabbing your g-spot so hard you were sure you'd be spilling over him in no time. "Too long, 's too long." You babbled.

Eddie felt his stomach clench, cock twitching deep inside your velvety walls. His hands gripped harder on your hips, thrusting deeper and harder, sloppy and sharp thrusts that took your breath away. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna-" Eddie's fingers worked faster on your clit, jaw clenching when he rocked harder into you, bed squeaking, mattress springs creaking with every harsh snap of his hips.

You whimpered, the pleasure building so closely you could feel yourself tipping closer and closer towards the edge of ecstasy. Eddie could feel you clenching, his hand still working on your puffy, sensitive clit, thrusting harder, while his other cracked down on the side of your ass, a resounding smack that left you crying out- a bit too loudly- a final thrust sending you reeling falling into the mattress with a fucked out cry.

"Thank fuck-ugh!" Eddie groaned, his own cock spilling deep inside you. He moved slow, pushing farther and farther into you until you'd collected every drop of him. His head fell forward, curly tendrils tickling your back, his hot breath ghosting over your skin.

You could feel him, warm inside of you, filled with every drop of his rather large load. Eddie rested his cheek, stubble skin pressed to the skin of your back, eyes closed and breathing in your scent, calming and grounding while he caught his breath.

You grinned, eyes fluttering at the feeling of him, his weight on top of you, still buried deep inside of you. The house filled with an odd moment of silence, the ceiling fan above you spinning was the only sound other than the labored breaths of you and Eddie. If you listened closely, you could hear the very faint sound of Delilah's sound machine, muffled to a small buzz down the hall.

Eddie moved his hand, tucking it so it cupped your cheek sweetly, tilting to bring you closer to him. He didn't say anything, slotting his lips over yours in a tender, sweet kiss, full of love and passion, like after a date night and a few glasses of wine. You smiled, his forehead against yours as you moved closer to him, content and basking in his embrace. He left you warm from the inside out, bubbly and happy, full of joy that he was yours; that this was your life together, a life you created that was far sweeter than anything you could've ever imagined- even if it started out a little unconventional.

The chirping sound of the washer singing and ringing rang through the house, signaling the the wash cycle was done. You sighed slowly, eyes meeting Eddie's through a glassy gaze. "I think I better go switch them over." You muttered, your lips brushing his, nose touching. "And you better go smoke now if you want to, before she wakes up."

Eddie sighed heavily, lips brushing against yours in a gentle peck, before he pushed himself up, groaning and the creaks and clicks of his joints and bones. "Agh," He hissed, pulling out of you slowly, his release falling in a puddle underneath you.

"Ed," You huffed, lifting your ass up farther to try and keep anymore from spilling. "Now I have to wash that too."

Eddie smirked, grabbing a wash cloth out of the bathroom and wetting it before coming back. "Sorry, baby." He muttered, wiping you slowly. You shifted, rolling over onto your back while he finished cleaning you, sucking in a breath at the sensitivity between your legs.

Eddie settled himself back between your legs, rubbing against your ass suggestively. "Think she'd stay down for another round?" He asked, scanning your naked chest.

You scoffed, pushing him back lightly by his sternum. "Please, we better not test our luck." You rolled your eyes, sitting up, legs hanging over the side of the bed.

You stood, bending down to shimmy back on your discarded sweatpants. You could feel Eddie's blistering gaze on your ass. "Besides," You smirked, biting back a smirk. "You couldn't get it up for a second round, geezer." You teased.

Eddie's jaw ticked, scoffing challengingly, arms crossing over his inked chest. You laughed, putting on your shirt with a small blush. "Alright," Eddie's tongue rolled on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing lightly at you. "I'll remember that, baby."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, lifting on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. "'M just kidding." You giggled, batting your eyes lovingly at him.

Eddie's hands snaked down, cracking against your sweatpants clad ass before gripping your waist tightly. "You wait until tonight, bunny. We'll see how many rounds I can go." He growled threateningly, but his eyes twinkled playfully, lustfully and alluring.

You broke apart, gathering the blanket from the bed in your arms while Eddie got dressed. He caught your waist when you passed him, arms full of the blanket, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, your head tipping back and reeling under his touch.

"Love you," Eddie muttered, kissing the tip of your nose. He fumbled in his top drawer for a cigarette and his lighter, winking at you when you dreamily repeated the phrase back to him, feeling airy and gooey, like a school girl with a second period crush. He still made you feel so important, so loved and adored.

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[car1no-xx]

Pedri fluff where the reader is a player for Real Madrid womens team? 😈

Amor Fati (Pedri x RM fem!reader)

On a weekend trip to Madrid, Pedri runs into someone he rather wouldn't. Little did you two know fate had other plans.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi beautiful anon, thank you for the request! I made this into a little enemies-to-lovers thing, hope you don't mind. Just a reminder my requests are open, and to submit any requests you'd like before I start studying for final exams for the next 3-ish weeks yuck

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The morning was gloomy and foggy, much to your dismay. You loathed training in this weather, preferring the sun to keep your energy up and keep you motivated during the long hours of practice. It was a Friday, and to lighten your mood given the abysmal weather, you decided to treat yourself to a cappuccino before practice, hoping it would get you through the next few hours before the weekend officially commenced. You didn't mind showing up to the coffee shop in your training uniform - the baristas knew who you were, and so did the regular customers. You were grateful to them for never asking for your signature or pictures, especially in the mornings when you were still groggy, the bags under your eyes much too dark for your liking.

You grabbed a seat by the window, looking outside at the lush trees that decorated the Madrid streets. You mindlessly touched the embroidered badge on your jacket; you couldn't believe this was your life. A fan of Los Blancos since you were ten, you jumped through hoops and hurdles to get to the women's team. Being a woman in football was already hard enough - to play for Madrid, even harder. Then, a rough voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Sí, con leche, porfa." Yes, with milk, please. What was that accent? Definitely not from Madrid, you thought to yourself.

"Didn't expect to find you here," the voice said to you. You turned your head, your eyes going dark with the realization of who was standing in front of you. La madre que me parió, you quietly cursed to yourself. The mother who bore me.

Pedri. Barca's gifted, almost coddled midfielder. If your eyes could roll any farther back in your head, they'd likely fall out. Couldn't you just drink your coffee in peace? The thought of speaking to anyone, not to mention Madrid's rival, soured your mood even more.

"I literally live here. The question is what you are doing here," you spat.

You couldn't deny he was objectively attractive - his neatly trimmed eyebrows complimenting his almost raven-colored dark hair. His dark brown eyes that had a little sparkle in them when he spoke. One problem: you knew he hated you. Found you arrogant, too smart-mouthed for your own good. The feeling was mutual.

"Oh, you live here, in the coffee shop?" He was mocking you. "I'm here for the weekend, for no reason in particular but wanted to see how this precious city of yours is faring after all those losses," he said nonchalantly, shrugging.

That cappuccino you held in your hand was about three seconds away from landing on the hair he probably spent hours carefully combing this morning. Incorrigible prick, you thought to yourself. "If you expect me to fall over my chair laughing, you're sorely mistaken," you said, waving a dismissive hand towards him, hoping he'd get the message. Instead, he pulled up a wooden chair and sat across from you.

Would it really be a waste of my four euros if this coffee ended up on his head right now?

"I don't expect anything from you. Well, actually, maybe just a bit more pep in your voice. Thought you'd be happy to see me, bonita," he smirked. "We had fun at that party, didn't we?" That party. The one where you drunkenly ended up making out with Pedri for a total of twenty seconds a year and a half ago, only to quickly leave without saying anything else to him. It meant nothing. Less than nothing.

"That was fun for you? That was just me drunkenly making stupid decisions."

"Nevertheless," he winked.

"Don't flatter yourself. I don't doubt you took another lady friend home that night."

"Jealous?" That smirk, you thought. Slapping him would definitely take that smirk off his face, but you weren't keen on being charged with battery today.

"Enjoy Madrid," you said, rolling your eyes. And with that, you got up and left the coffee shop.

~~

"What do you mean I'm still out for the next game?" You quietly raged at your coach the next day. Friday sucked, running into Pedri and all. Today was apparently even suckier.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but the physiotherapist still thinks you need time to recuperate."

One month you were out with a knee injury. One month too long. You understood it was normal for athletes to succumb to injuries now and then, especially with the demanding pressure put on your bodies, yet you couldn't help but feel terrible and utterly useless. More than anything, you wanted to play - even being benched was borderline an insult to you, your competitive nature always coming through and wanting to deliver your best with every match, every practice.

"I'm ready to play. I've been finishing the full practices, doing my exercises regularly. I'm ready," you said through gritted teeth, trying to keep your tears from seeping out. Don't let them see you cry. Don't show them any signs of weakness. No one wants a weepy player on their team with no bite, you thought to yourself. Perhaps a not-too-healthy way of thinking, but you knew the cutthroat nature of this sport, the constant comparing of female football players to the male ones. Miraculously, you managed to keep your forming tears at bay.

"I'm almost certain you will be ready to play the next game," your coach explained. Slowly nodding, you walked off the training pitch. If you were a cartoon character, you were sure steam would be coming out of your ears.

That night, you wanted to let loose, to drink away your anger and sadness. You told yourself a trip to the local bar with your girlfriends wasn't a bad idea, and so off you went. Despite your foul mood, you put on a navy blue high neck silk dress and strappy heels. The cut-outs on the side of the dress made your toned abs peek through. You felt confident, felt unstoppable.

Strutting up to the bar, you ordered tequila for yourself and your friends, looking forward to letting the alcohol take your mind someplace else other than the fact that you still couldn't play. Then, a light tap on your shoulder.

"Didn't think someone so cold could look so...inviting," the voice said close to the shell of your ear. Pedri. It was almost alarming how you managed to recognize his voice so quickly. You tried to ignore the tiny little butterflies his voice so close to you made you feel, how your stomach felt the same a year and a half ago when he kissed you in a drunken state. Feeling butterflies towards a Barcelona player? And such a cocky, smug one at that? Blasphemy.

"Pedri, por favor. Are you resorting to stalking me now?" You snarled.

"Bold of you to think you'd even be worth my time," he retorted. "Just funny how we keep bumping into each other, no? Fate trying to tell us something? Although fate doesn't know I'd never be with someone with that much arrogance."

"I'm the arrogant one? Please - you make some goals here and there and suddenly you're Barcelona's shining star and now you think you're God's greatest gift to mankind. Do me a favor, Pedri, eh? Go hit on someone else," you said as you turned around, pushing him away from you and wandering off back to your friends.

A shot of tequila in one hand, your friend's hand in the other, you stormed to the dance floor to try and salvage the night and your mood. Yet, you couldn't help but feel that Pedri's eyes were glued on you as you started moving on the dance floor, the alcohol overtaking your body. Although instead of dulling your emotions, the alcohol and music only heightened them. You started thinking - no, overthinking - about your work, your health, everything, on the dance floor. "I need some air," you called out to your friend.

Sitting on the sidewalk outside of the bar, your emotions started to overtake you. You couldn't hold back your tears, and yet you didn't fully understand why.

"Pasa algo?" Did something happen?

You didn't need a second glance to know who was speaking. You only shook your head. Pedri sat down next to you on the sidewalk, silent, and handed you a napkin he had in his pocket. Then, "Ordinarily, I'd say something to rile you up. But I don't like seeing anyone like this."

You were a bit shocked at his cordiality. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

He paused, then slowly moved his right hand to lightly rest on yours. His touch was soft, gentle. You hardly expected it from him, given your constant bickering and slight animosity anytime you saw each other, save for the one takeout session. You turned your face to look at him, and instead of the usual mockery in his brown eyes, you saw...was it understanding? Yearning? Empathy? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"It's obviously something if you're on the sidewalk crying. Dime." Tell me.

"I just...sometimes I don't know why I play. What I do this for. This goddamned injury, it just makes me feel so useless, so helpless," you sighed, your fingers running through your hair. He nodded.

He chose his words carefully before proceeding. "I know the feeling. The uselessness, the anger, the eagerness to get back on the pitch. But maybe these things happen for a reason. To make us...stronger? Although I know it doesn't feel like it now." He paused, then said, "If you need someone to talk to-"

"I'm surprised at your offer, given that you've made it clear that you hate me."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He gently rested his hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. It felt like a lifetime before he said, "Maybe I don't hate you, after all. Maybe I've enjoyed our banter, but really all I've wanted to do was kiss you again. And I haven't admitted it to myself until now." His hand carefully moved from your knee, gently cupping your face, seeking your approval. For the first time, you didn't want to swat his hand away. Carefully, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips softly meeting each other before deepening the kiss just a bit.

As you slowly pulled away, you said, "You know, instead of sassy remarks, you could just ask me out."

"You've got yourself a deal," he smiled as he put his arm around you and pulled you in, your head resting on his shoulder.

You weren't sure how long the two of you stayed like that. You thought to yourself that maybe coincidentally running into each other wasn't too bad. And that maybe, just maybe, fate wasn't such a bad thing, either, after all.

#pedri x reader #pedri fluff #pedri fanfic #football fanfic #pedri #pedri imagine #pedri x y/n #enemies to lovers #pedri x you #pedro gonzalez #footballer fanfiction

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Mean

Title: Mean

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, strap on, blow job R WC: 894

Rhea was a vision in white leather. Y/n couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched the way Rhea handled Zelina's body. They still had a bit of time left in Puerto Rico to enjoy themselves after the show, and Y/n was determined to enjoy every bit of that time with Rhea. Y/n had lost her match earlier in the night, but knew not to expect any coddling from Rhea. Rhea never coddled Y/n, not even when Y/n thought that she needed it. Coddling was a girlfriend's job, and Y/n wasn't sure what Rhea was to her, but she knew that they were not girlfriends. Far from it actually.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you coming to my dressing room?" Rhea asked as she stomped her way through backstage. Rhea was a commanding presence, one that Y/n couldn't have ignored even if she wanted to. Everybody's eyes were on Rhea as they watched her walk away with her championship. There had been some doubters, but Y/n had never thought for one second Zelina had it in her to take Rhea's belt. This was little more than a nice showcase of Zelina's talents. Rhea's power was unmatched, especially since she had just beaten Charlotte to win the championship. Rhea was the new alpha dog of the women's division.

"Sorry," Y/n mumbled her apology as she practically sprinted to catch up with Rhea. They were all alone in the dressing room, which Y/n knew to expect. Everybody else had most likely been given instructions to leave. Rhea liked to have her way after big matches, and Y/n was just the latest toy that Rhea was trying to break in. Y/n knew her place in regards to Rhea, who had never once let her come close to forgetting it.

"Just come here," Rhea told her. Y/n took a couple of steps towards Rhea, who forced her down onto her knees once she was close enough. Y/n glanced up at Rhea through her eyelashes as she waited for Rhea to tell her what was going to happen. Y/n's body was sore from her match, and she assumed that Rhea's was as well, so maybe Rhea would have been a bit more gentle with her than normal. "I told you tonight if you won that I'd reward you, but you didn't win. You can't win on your own, and that's why you need me."

"I know," Y/n said as she looked down in shame. Rhea roughly grabbed her chin and forced Y/n to look up at her. "I'm sorry that I rely so much on you."

"There are things you can do for me to make it up to me. I could use a good show before my shower, something to help distract me from all those treacherous bitches backstage who just want a shot at my title. I can't trust any of them, not even you, but I know you could never take it from me. Sometimes you're my good girl, but you're just not good enough to be champion," Rhea told Y/n. Y/n grit her teeth, knowing that it was best to keep her mouth shut while Rhea was disappointed in her. It wouldn't take much for Rhea to cast Y/n aside in favor of calling Dominick into her dressing room instead while she made Y/n sit back and watch. Y/n hated watching Rhea and Dominick together, which was why it was Rhea's go-to punishment for her.

"What can I do for you Mami?" Y/n asked. It sounded almost robotic, but Rhea didn't care about sincerity. She just wanted to hear Y/n bending to her will.

"Let's see if you can stop yourself from choking back here. I know how hard it is for you when people are watching," Rhea teased. She grabbed a fistful of Y/n's hair and yanked her head back. Y/n's mouth fell open on instinct to allow for Rhea to slip whatever it was that Rhea wanted to inside. Rhea started with her fingers, just barely moving them back and forth slowly as she watched. Rhea pulled her fingers back and looked at the way that Y/n's saliva made them glisten in the light. Y/n knew exactly where this was going, and she could only hope that she didn't disappoint Rhea.

Rhea kept Y/n on her knees as Rhea stripped down to near nothingness. Y/n's eyes widened a little at the strap-on that Rhea had chosen. It wasn't one that Rhea had used for this sort of thing before, but obviously Rhea believed that Y/n could handle it. Rhea could be a bit careless with her words, but there were lines that Rhea wouldn't dare to cross with Y/n. Y/n let Rhea pry open her mouth and make a show of shoving the first couple inches of her cock into Y/n's mouth. Rhea just barely waited for Y/n to give some sort of signal that she could handle more before beginning a steady rhythm with her hips.

"That's it, fucking take it." Rhea's eyes were intense as she stared down at Y/n, all pride and lust.

#rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing

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Aarampam - Part 1

Been planning this collab with @whippersnappersbookworm for a long time..do read and review guys

It has been three months since Vanathi has left Kodumbalur . Three months have passed since she left her childhood home and moved to Pazhayari. Back in Kodumbalur, Vanathi was always the apple of everyone's eyes, since her mother had passed away, her father dedicated all his time in her upbringing. He took care of her all by himself, coddling her , and spoiling her with everything she wanted.But happiness was a temporary guest in Vanathi's life , her father died when she was just nine years old in the battle of Eezham , leaving his young daughter to deal with the cruel world on her own. That day changed everything for Vanathi, she transformed from a happy- go- lucky child to a quiet introvert girl who lacked confidence. Her uncle and aunt tried their best to make her comfortable and loved , but Vanathi refused to open up to anyone, she spent most of her time all alone in the gardens of Kodumbalur dreaming about the son she will have one day. She wholeheartedly believed that her father will come back to her in the form of her son, her son will solve every problem in her life, he will make her the happiest person in this world. 

Few months back her uncle finally put his foot down and decided to send her to Pazhayari so she can become friends with the Ilayi Priratti , who can groom her to become a better princess. Vanathi tried her best to convince her uncle , she tried everything from crying to giving up food but his uncle didn't budge from his decision . He had many big ambitions for her , and he believed that getting acquainted with ilavarasi is the very first step towards that path. So unfortunately teary-eyed Vanathi had to board the palanquin which took her to the Pazhayari palace , a place that later became the home she always craved for. 

She had heard of Ilaiya Piratti Kundavai Devi - the formidable, intelligent and gracious only daughter of the Emperor, the woman that the citizens claim is the real brain behind royal politics. What would she think of her? When she first came to Pazhaayari, she saw Sembiyan Madevi welcome her with an aarti while Kundavai watched from the side. 

"Welcome to Pazhaayari Kanne. I hope you will find your happiness here" Madevi said while placing a hand over her head. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some other women, who she guessed must be the companions of Ilaiya Piratti sneering at her and whispering among themselves and her heart sank. Happiness? She might as well drown in Ponni now than suffer all the teasing from them. Why did her uncle choose such a fate for her? What did he mean that this stay is going to change her life? As she watched Periya Piratti Madevi go inside, she also noticed Kundavai was still standing at her spot, scrutinising her with her dark eyes. 

"Kodumbalur Ilavarasi" she addressed her in a majestic tone "Would you like to join me in the gardens for a while?" 

Vanathi could only nod and silently followed the former into the spacious gardens accompanied by some of the other women.

As they reached the gardens, Kundavai suddenly turned around and asked, "Ilavarasi, I have heard you are a good singer. And it is evident you have a sweet voice. Could you sing a thevaram for us?" 

Vanathi was shocked at this request to say the least. But she quickly collected her wits and sang a thevaram that she liked by Thirugnana Sambander. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the envious and taunting gaze of the other onlookers and immersed herself in singing the thevaram as best as she could, not to impress the Chola Ilaiya Piratti but because singing gave her a momentary relief from her overthinking. When she finished singing and opened her eyes, she saw Kundavai smiled openly at her. "You are truly blessed with a sweet voice, Kanne. May your voice echo in these palatial chambers for everyone to hear and be mesmerized" Vanathi's heart skipped a beat after hearing these words uttered by Kundavai and a beautiful smile was etched on her face. 

"Of course, she must be here to charm our dear Ponniyin Selvan" She suddenly heard one of Kundavai's companions remark in a half-whisper. "She's an orphan. It is clear she brings misfortune to all who surround her" The smile that was present a second ago disappeared and she felt tears pricking her eyes no matter how much she tried to blink it away. She didn't see Kundavai fix the speaker with a stern look. "If you knew any better, you would remember never to judge a book by its cover. If my Thambi gets impressed by her inherent qualities, can you judge her Sugatha?" Kundavai asked in a grave tone. The girl who taunted Vanathi looked ashamed. "Forgive me for my recklessness Iliya Piratti"

Kundavai sighed and turned to a surprised Vanathi "Ilavarasi, I would like to personally escort you to your chamber" and looking back at the girls she added "All of you can go to the temple and prepare for the evening Pooja. I'll join you presently" 

Vanathi followed the former into the palace " Thank you for standing up for me Ilaiya Piratti" She said softly, voice dripping with gratitude. Kundavai glanced at her in amusement. "You don't know Ilavarasi, I am always correcting their behaviour. These girls have a habit of making wayward comments about each other. Do you know who they are?" Vanathi shook her head.

"They are girls from other Samatha kingdoms and noble families, left in my care to transform them into eligible brides. I am adamant in giving them the education and training they need in life but for my Thambi's bride ...." She gave Vanathi a once-over "Perhaps I may not have to look any further now that you are here " 

Vanathi was shocked to say the least. Her as a potential bride for the Chola Kula Surya Manikkam? "Iliya Piratti, how can I ever be eligible for the brave and radiant Ponniyin Selvan, the heartthrob of every girl in Chozha Naadu?" 

Kundavai gave her a reassuring smile " I know the world sees you as timid and I also learnt from your uncle that you are prone to fainting spells. But I believe that every woman is an avatar of Adi Parashakti and I'll help you discover the courage that resides in you" Vanathi stared at the woman in front of her. This is why people say she is the brain of the royal family! An idea germinated in her mind - yes, she will become strong. She will become the Vanathi that Kundavai aspires to see and show the world her true self. She nodded in determination "Thank you Iliya Piratti"

Kundavai continued to smile at her "I don't have a sister. Could you be that for me? If yes then you can call me Akka from now, Vanathi" She said gently.

Vanathi was floating on cloud nine by now. She came here unwillingly to what she assumed was to be an apprentice under Kundavai Devi and now she became a part of the family in the same day. Maybe this journey was going to be life-changing for her as her uncle mentioned.

"Yes Akka" She said fondly looking at the woman she began to feel great admiration for.

Since that day Vanathi had ended up becoming Kundavai's shadow, she had won Illiya Piratti's heart with her innocence and simplicity. Kundavai's influence on the other hand has  also transformed the introverted Vanathi into a bright , cheerful girl. She took extra care to make sure her Uyir Thozhi is comfortable in Pazhayarai, she took Vanathi with her to the temples and the various functions she has to attend , gives her private lessons and tells her tales about his beloved thambi: Ponniyin Selvan.

Vanathi has been hearing this name since she was child , she had heard tales about his beauty , his intelligence, his benevolence . He is a jewel of the Chozha Nadu adored by everyone, he is every girl's heartthrob, but Vanathi couldn't be less interested. Even though Kundavai akka had repeatedly told her how she is perfect for her thambi and how he is perfect for her , Vanathi never felt overjoyed at the prospect of marriage with The Chola Ilavarasan. Unlike the other girls Vanathi never dreamed of getting married; her daydreams only had one man in it , her future son.  Although she he had recently learned from the gossip of the Anthapuram that a child is impossible without marriage ,but somehow she could never imagine being married to a prince and leading a life of a queen like Sembiyan Mahadevi or Vanavan Mahadevi , that life doesn't interest her. Rather she always wanted a simple life, a life filled with love and simpler joys . She wanted a husband who would make her laugh, share his life with her. Can a prince do that? Can Ponniyin Selvan ever understand that?

Vanathi didn't had the answer to it. 

Want to see AMV and Vanathi meet up? Stay tuned to the next part..

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#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #arulmozhi #vanathi #kundavai #arulmozhi varman #vanmozhi

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i know this is probably a dumb detail to fixate on but nandor's phrasing of 'i'd kill you and then i'd kill myself which i wouldn't like either' really implies he would have to do it even though he never outright says it and no one contradicts him but if the turning of a familiar by a vampire other than their master's is so humiliating wouldn't killing the vampire and the familiar (so two vampires to kill really) be more than enough?

(cont. in two more asks)

2. the more i think about it the more it makes no fucking sense at all that a vampire would kill themselves over a familiar being turned by the wrong vampire especially if it's on accident like guillermo suggested. to be fair nandor doesn't repeat the "killing myself" part when guillermo asks and lazslo has only been saying if nandor knew guillermo would die but he also said he doesn't think nandor would survive it.

3. i guess my question is was this idiot just being super dramatic and it's just that he's so weird about guillermo he wouldn't handle it well at all and that's just one more way he's doing the familiar/vampire relationship wrong? 'cause i can't picture laszlo or nadja killing themselves over shit like that even if it was required of them tbh

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Well, I think it's important to remember that Nandor is not exactly a stable person and every person in the house knows it. He's expressed desires and anxieties that border on suicidal ideation multiple times before (particularly in his super slumber era) and I get the impression that it's not always that unusual for him.

One thing I actually think is fascinating is the way the vampires treat Nandor as if he's -- fragile, sort of, I guess. They seem to understand that he feels things very, very deeply and they coddle him a bit sometimes. Nadja worries about women breaking his heart. Laszlo knows that getting "new" friends will hurt his feelings. They all went to his descendant's funeral to comfort him. Even Guillermo seems to understand on a very basic level that Nandor gets caught in these emotional whirlpools, for lack of a better word, and often needs help being coaxed out. They put up with a lot of his bullshit and tiptoe around his feelings sometimes, and I think it's because they know he's kind of emotionally brittle.

I also think it's important to remember how important honor is in the vampiric world. Just think about Nadja's humiliation re: the orgy. (Murder-suicide was also brought up back then, remember.) Or Nadja's insistence on maintaining her reputation and her power while she was in charge of the Council. Or the way Derek's main crime that almost got him executed was just being kind of lame and making everyone look bad by association.

Like... Nandor says shit about Guillermo's honor and how it relates to his own sometimes, and that often feels like bullshit! But I think it's probably kind of true, too. Reputation and status seem to mean so much in the vampiric community, and there seem to be a lot of very complicated politics that Guillermo isn't necessarily privy to. Saving face seems to mean a lot, and social suicide doesn't seem to be that far off from actual literal suicide.

So I guess my answer is that probably any vampire would be deeply humiliated and would probably at least give lip service to murder-suicide, like Nadja did re: orgies, but notice that Nadja didn't actually do it. Vampires make these super dramatic proclamations all the time. They threaten like they breathe. But I think there is this genuine concern that Nandor is so emotionally fragile that he might actually do it. He might actually be so heartbroken that he hurts himself, not just Guillermo. Or even if he doesn't actively kill himself, he might just waste away.

Laszlo is showing off his protective streak re: Nandor, but I think it might just have been earned. They know Nandor even better than Guillermo does, and I think even Guillermo understands just how easy Nandor is to break.

So... I don't think it's such a weird thing to threaten, no. It honestly feels fairly par for the course with vampires. I think it might be slightly more unusual to mean those threats, but I think that has less to do with how weird their master-familiar relationship is and more to do with how unstable Nandor is in general. He does not handle abandonment or replacement well (see: Laszlo and Sean, Gail and the werewolves, Guillermo and Laszlo, his descendant dying, his wife talking about another man, etc.) and Guillermo in particular seems to be a trigger for him.

(Because they're in love, etc.)

I think once he realizes that the person he cares about most replaced him in such an overt and public way, it will actually hurt him very deeply. It's the abandonment, it's the betrayal, it's the humiliation. It's the loneliness!

So... long story short, I think it all makes plenty of sense tbh. I don't know that he's actually going to do it, but I can see why they're all worried that he will.

#cw: #suicide mention #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #wwdits s5 #replies

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Someone who gives me the same asshole vibe as Cha Eun Woo and Song Kang is Eunwoo's friend Kim Young Kwang (the actor) I really liked his drama and he is quite handsome but he looks like a sadist and super manipulative to me I'm not gonna lie? No matter how much I try I can't seem to get into him? He was also caught before whilst he was a model (when he was much much younger) talking about what he finds distasteful in women and he said really weird/sexist shit but it was childish af too, like he really didn't think before speaking but I like to give benefit of the doubt to the "youth" LMFAO (not really) but you know he's also Korean so I wasn't shocked, I said oh another one bites the dust 👏🏾☺️😋 Anyway there's something sweet about him (I'm probably reaching and trying to give him a compliment) but he really totally makes the hairs on back stand idk he gives me torturous type vibes? Maybe it's past life between me and him vibes LMFAO but I see evil, I know I'm not tripping, like the dark triad evil? Am I wrong? What energy do you feel from him, please let me know!! Like he looks like if he wasn't told right he'd hold people captivate or be that weird kid that's cruel to bugs? I wouldn't be surprised if he was a bully or humiliated people, especially women. Like you know the energy of a closeted man that hates on women? He looks like the type to say mean things in a joking manner and not even consider people "beneath" him? I feel he can be sweet but it is selective, like he may want something? Idk he feels fucking cold, like his eyes and his smile, no emotion etc I wouldn't be surprised if he has a disorder or something that makes him unemotional etc He's a major homebody too and he always acts uncomfortable in social situations etc, he probably is but maybe he really does has some disorder or something because he expresses that he wants to go home etc. Like I could see him being condescending like Song Kang and Cha Eun Woo too?

CEW always gives me the energy of misguided energy? Like if he were to be surrounded by good people who humbled him he could be okay? I always see some sentiment in him? He looks like people don't check him and out of all 3 he looks to me the most reflective, like if something happened it could give him a spiritual awakening etc and change his life. Like the type of guy that heals if he was loved right. CEW gives me I am a "twin" vibes, like he has a counterpart in this lifetime who's gonna have a profound effect on his life? He always looked like a redeemable soul to me? I don't know but the more he gets deeper into the industry and this cold, cruel, money driven environment he just gonna end up being unredeemable as well, in the deep end? Like he'll end up the worst out of the bunch? I hope he don't start doing drugs but he looks smart to me lol, I'll give him that much. The more I see actors/celebs the more coldness I see lol, some of them have really scary eyes.

It's hilarious to me that people found Song Kang cute, the mf gave me I'm bland and incompetent but have the audacity to be disgusted by you vibes. He generally looks like the type to sanitise his hands if he accidentally brushed past somebody he don't respect, he looks hella coddled too and a mamas boy. He literally admitted himself that he wore the same socks for months straight. He's probably the type that doesn't do the dishes or wash his clothes etc, like he young forever? I was shocked he was feeling Han So Hee LOL but she grown woman vibes and I think it's opposites attract. Her rough girl image, idgaf demeanour probably intrigued him. A part of him also looked like he was pretending, so people could talk about them, like he used her for a come up? He shot a show with that young pretty actress and the interviews (my demon) were a pain to watch. I could tell he found her stupid and you were RIGHT, he cannot hide his dissatisfaction well!! Like it was second hand embarrassment. He was also on another show with BP Jennie and he literally iced her lmfao, he didn't even look at her, he also pushed past another woman and was heavily disgusted by another older woman complimenting him, like how dare you compliment me when you not on my level? Like the type that wants people to ask for permission before they greet him? He called another woman by another name and said "that woman" and she was like "I am that woman, it's my name", as in he didn't even bother learning their names and she said to him don't you think it's too soon to speak casually (banmal/drop honorifics) and refer to me as "that" and that you should learn people's names etc. It baffles me how people give a pass to "handsome/pretty" people in the world and especially Korea? But more so handsome men because of sexism right? Like he was not careful of his behaviour at all but people thought he was "clueless" and cute. It's obvious when he thinks people aren't on his level etc and I think he's at a point where he generally believes he's made it, so he dgaf like yasss I don't need to kiss ass anymore, when he was simply just expected to be polite LOL 😂 I think it's a chore for him to treat people well, like he might think about the beneficial reason why he should give charity and help people? Like they broke, they can get up, I'm not, I work hard. Like simple minded? He's cut the nice act now and he said so himself, that he hates being perceived as cute and a little adorable boy but he masked himself as such and then complains? Probably because he finds his fans disgusting. I'm ngl he feels like that. I don't know lol! Don't mind me, I be popping out here and there and giving the lip and the tea LMFAO 🤣 I'll stop here! 💀

— Lip Service Girl 💄

Me and you must just be on the same wavelength. I think it's too much to say Kim Young Kwang has a disorder, but everything else, I agree.

Cha Eunwoo has the best energy out of the three. But he has his own bs that comes with him. He's not a bad guy, though, the other two .....🤷‍♀️

What sticks in my mind the most is Kim Young Kwangs' weird comments about women as well. Like it's okay to have preferences, but like damn....

[runnning-outof-time]

The Line | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @noforkingclue ‘s 2.5K follower celebration.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) does something she thought she'd never do in her entire life.

Warnings: language, weapons, violence (typical to series), character death

Word Count: 2832

A/N: I’ll be honest with y’all…I had no clue what I wrote here at first - it was just word vomit that turned out to be pretty decent once I read it over again. The two prompts that I based it off of are italicized in the story. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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(Y/N) was standing at the end of a dark alleyway, wondering what the hell she'd done to have herself put in that position.

She should have known that tagging along with a brother one day to the Shelby household, despite said brother saying that it was a bad idea over and over again, would have brought her to this point. Now she was a member of the Blinders.

She started off small, helping out on the floor of the betting shop and making sure that things were running up to snuff at the Garrison. But then she tagged along when Tommy and Arthur were going to a meet with some men from a neighboring organization. She was easily able to get them to agree to the terms that the Shelby brothers were offering, and was not afraid to sweet talk her way into reaching a deal.

Because of this, Arthur was immediately on board with moving (Y/N) from the floor to the negotiating realm. Tommy, on the other hand, wasn't so excited about this proposed change. There may have been some reasons behind this though.

Tommy and (Y/N) shared a close relationship pretty much from the moment that she showed up at the betting shop. He recognized that she had a similar ambition inside of her to what was inside of him. She was determined to excel in a world that women normally weren't found in, and she was determined to do it without any coddling from the men who were in charge. So Tommy didn't coddle her, but he certainly became captivated by her.

And so after a shared kiss in the stockroom of the Garrison a few weeks ago, the two decided that they wanted to pursue each other romantically. There was one, major kicker though...no one else within the family or company could know of it.

So when it was proposed by Arthur to have (Y/N) meet with the leader of the gang that operated in the North side of Birmingham solo, Tommy had to try hard not to let his true feelings show. Arthur knew that (Y/N) was up to the challenge, and he also knew that this particular leader, a man named Roy, got skeevy if he was approached by a group of people. It made sense to him that (Y/N) went in by herself because she would have the most persuasion power over Roy...the most that there could be without violence being resorted to.

What surprised Tommy the most was that (Y/N) was up for it; that she wanted to go and meet with this man solo. When it was just the two of them later that night, and he asked her why she chose to agree with the plan, she told him that it was because she knew he'd be waiting just around the corner if things went awry.

That was what she kept reminding herself as she stood in front of Roy, who looked like he was ready to launch into a full-fledged deliberation against the prospects that she'd metaphorically laid out in front of him. Usually she was able to talk whoever it was right into submission, but those tactics didn't seem to work on Roy. He seemed to have something set in his mind, and it was quickly becoming apparent that he wouldn't rest until he got just that.

"I'll tell you what, Roy," (Y/N) said after he'd had the floor for more minutes than she could count, "how about we settle this with the terms you agreed to initially...before we decided to come to this alleyway."

"And what would those be?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

"You have your control over your neighborhood indefinitely, and on top of that, we'll provide protection for you when you decide to make moves outside of your lines," she laid out the terms that had brought them to the meeting they were in.

"And what do you want in return?"

"Just the laced stuff that you’re trying to push to your people," she answered him, then glancing down to the bag that he had in his hands, "which is what I'm hoping is in the bag you've got there," she added, nodding to the bag.

"You'd give me all of that for this little bag of shit drugs?" Roy sounded surprised.

"That 'little bag of shit drugs' has been killing people all over Birmingham, so yes, I would give you all of that," (Y/N) responded, using the same terminology as he did, although her words took on a dry tone. She was more than ready to be done with him.

"Now that's an offer I can't refuse now, isn't it?" he remarked, a grin spreading across his face as he finished speaking.

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders slightly, obviously playing coy, "is it an offer you can't refuse?" Roy pursed his lips and stared at her for a moment, making it seem like he was trying to sort out if she was being honest or not. (Y/N) got tired of waiting after several moments had passed. "This is the best deal you're gonna get, Roy, and it won't be on the table for long. So I suggest that you..."

"I'll take it," he cut her off.

"What?" (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows raised. She wanted to hear it from his mouth directly.

"I'll take the deal. I'll give you the laced product and take the protection and immunity," he spelled it out for her, just like she'd wanted.

"Brilliant," (Y/N) grinned as she stepped closer to him so that he could make the hand-off, "I knew you'd see sense in this deal."

"Makes it easy when the terms are coming from such a pretty mouth," he grinned as he handed the bag over. (Y/N) tried hard to keep back the gag his words brought on as she took the laced drugs into her possession. She knew that many lives were being saved just by taking ownership of it.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Roy," she continued to play along with the act, keeping a smile on her face, "send a call our way whenever you need."

"Of course," he grinned before he turned and began walking away from her. (Y/N) wasn't even able to let out the breath of relief before he turned back around to her. "On second thought..." he started as he retraced his steps to be standing in front of her once more, "I wanna keep the product too."

(Y/N) wanted to be shocked by his sudden switch up. This wasn't the first time she'd been in charge of making negotiations though. She knew to expect things like this; to expect sudden swings in what the other party was thinking, as well as last minute attempts to sway her into getting the upper hand. It wasn't going to work. So she calmly began laying down the terms of the negotiation process for him in hopes that he'd see sense. "Deals don't work like that, Roy. You've got protection and immunity, and you've traded those drugs for them. If I hand them back to you, the deal's..."

"I said give me the fucking drugs back, woman!" he cut her off harshly while lunging towards her. She hated that she flinched at his movement when all that it was was just a bluff tactic.

"Roy..." she kept her voice steady, but didn't really know what to say next. She knew that she had to talk her way out of this somehow, but he was getting heated for no apparent reason. "Why don't we just calm down and think about what you're really trying to do here."

"No," he was shaking his head immediately, "why don't you think about what you were trying to do to me with this 'deal' you've laid out. You're taking my product, my fast track to income, and you're taking it in exchange for some half-assed promise that we'll be protected by your men, who may not even be there when the time comes."

"I can promise you that you will be protected by our men should you need to be," (Y/N) stood her ground, discreetly reaching her one hand around to hook her fingers into the waistband of her skirt. Tommy's just around the corner, she thought to herself as she prepared for what he'd say, or do, next. Tommy was around the corner, but she didn't want to rely on him. She knew how to get herself out of this. She'd done it before and she could do it again.

"You can sweet talk your way around the deal here, hun, but you can't make me blind to common sense," the man seethed, his eyebrows raised as he inched closer to her.

"This has nothing to do with common sense, Roy. We're giving you a fair shake...I can assure you of that," she insisted, trying her best not to let her voice waver.

"I said give me. The fucking. Product," he enunciated his statement distinctively, making sure she heard each and every word he said. His voice dropped lower with each word he uttered until he was nearly standing toe-to-toe with her.

"Think about what you're doing here, Roy," she kept her cool.

"Now," he demanded, pulling something out of his pocket. (Y/N) instantly recognized it to be a blade, one that he was surely intending on using.

"There's no need for you to use that," she told him, her voice steady as she inched her fingers towards the weapon she kept tucked into the back of her skirt.

"Give me the fucking drugs then," he wagered with her, his eyes widening as he spoke. Another quick glance down told her that he had a white-knuckle grip on his blade.

"If I do that, the deal's off...you know that," she was still trying to wager with him, to talk some sense into his mind. Things didn't have to go this way - by way of violence.

But then they did. Roy lunged towards (Y/N) while bringing his knife upwards. It was obvious that he was going to grab her and use force as leverage to get what he wanted. He had no care for her life. So she acted within seconds and pulled her gun from out of her skirt's waistband, brandishing it and firing as quickly as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut as the loudest 'bang' she'd ever heard echoed through the alley, and she waited for the feeling of the knife piercing her skin to greet her. But it never did. Instead, a loud 'thump' sounded off of the ground, and it was quickly followed by her name being shouted.

Tommy ran as fast as he could into the alleyway after he heard the shot ring out. He couldn't help but expect the worst. "(Y/N)!" he called out as he approached her. She was standing with her back to him, and it took him to physically turn her around for her to actually look at him. "Hey...you ok?" he asked as his eyes frantically roamed over her body, "you're covered in blood," he commented then, hating the feeling of his stomach dropping as he said those words.

"I...I don't think it's mine, Tommy," she told him, not trusting her voice at first. Surely it couldn't be hers. No part of her body hurt, but yet she could feel the liquid that was splattered across her face and arms.

"That's good," Tommy said, breathing a sigh of relief then. "Come...come here," he continued, beckoning her to follow him over to the lone car that had been parked in the alleyway. She listened, following him over and watching with a glassy stare as he placed his one hand on the wheel well of the vehicle so that he could bend over.

"T...Tommy..." (Y/N) trailed off after stuttering out his name.

"What, (Y/N)?" he asked her as he stood upright again to let out a breath.

"I just killed that man, Tommy," she said, her eyes still focused on the body that was lying motionless on the ground.

"You did what you had to do," he told her, his voice back to its normal, steady tone after realizing that she was unharmed and ok.

"I know, but...but I crossed the line. I did the one thing I said I'd never do; I took another person's life," she spoke in an hesitant tone, like she was unsure of if the words she was saying were even real.

"What do you mean 'the line', love?" Tommy sounded confused.

"The line of morality, the difference between right and wrong. I didn't think that I'd find myself in this position, ever...I didn't think I'd be the one who decides whether or not to take a person's life," she explained, coming to grips with what had occurred with each word she said.

"People like that don't deserve to live, (Y/N)," he told her, hoping that his words would persuade her into changing her outlook on the situation. The immediate shake of her head told him that he'd failed.

"Don't say that, Tommy. Even people like that deserve the chance. I've still crossed that line. Regardless of how terrible that man was, I made the choice to do what I did to him," she continued to disagree with what he was saying. Her hands were starting to shake now as the reality of it all set in.

Tommy looked her in the eyes for a moment, searching inside of her in hopes that he'd find what she was truly feeling at the moment. It quickly became apparent that she was wearing her emotions on her sleeve; that she'd truly felt bad about what she'd just done. "That line disappears once you cross it. It's all different now," he told her then, holding her gaze as he spoke.

(Y/N) held her breath as she let his words sink in. "I...I don't think I like that," she choked out then once the realization of the situation hit her fully.

"It's ok," he said to her, reaching out and grabbing onto her shoulders so that he could pull her into his chest. He held her close to him and let her cry, knowing that she'd feel better once she got it all out. He let her go when she took the smallest step back, and he reached out to tuck the loose strands of hair back behind her ear before he cupped her cheeks with his hands. "There'll be no more of this, do you understand?" he asked her, speaking in a soft tone, "no more meetings...no more deals. You'll stay back at the shop with Pol, help out around there again.”

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) insisted, swiping at the tears that were betraying her by leaving her eyes, “I’m ok, Tommy. Like you said, the line’s gone now that I’ve crossed it.”

“No. Not for you,” he disagreed, shaking his head, “not for you it’s not. I’m gonna need you, (Y/N),” he told her, bringing his face ever so slightly closer to hers, “I’m gonna need you when these back street dealers turn into businessmen and fucking politicians. I can’t have you losing your sense of what is right, do you understand me?”

(Y/N) held his gaze for a few moments before she nodded her head as best as she could with his hands still fastened to her cheeks. “Yes, I understand you,” she affirmed, letting him know that his words had sunk in.

“I’m gonna take you home now, yeah? I’ll get you cleaned up and then we’ll find a way to forget about what happened today,” he then let her in on what they’d be doing next.

Although his plans sounded very welcoming at the moment, one thing was still burning on her mind. “What…what about the body, Tommy?” she asked, thankful that his frame was blocking her from seeing the gruesome scene again.

“I’ll have some men deal with it,” he brushed her concern off, letting her know that he had it taken care of, “you don’t need to worry about that side of it all anymore, ok?” he then checked to make sure she understood.

“Ok,” she answered with the slightest smile. Tommy released his hold from her cheeks then so that the two of them could exit the alleyway to head back to Watery Lane.

(Y/N) was thankful that there weren’t many people out on the streets at this time of night. Even if there were, she really wouldn’t have paid attention to them, or their reactions, at all. She knew where she stood in the mind of herself and the people who cared for her most, and that was all that mattered to her.

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[masonscig]

can i ask why people in the fandom seem to really dislike mishka? (censoring her name and such) this is not meant in an offensive way to you or to anyone else, i’m just new here and kind of confused. like did she do something legitimately wrong or are people just irked by the writing of the new book? hope you have a great day <3

OH yeah sorry i can definitely see how that's confusing to new people LMAO

so, it's a bit of both imo – i've been here since 2020, shortly after book 2 dropped, so my perspective is a lot different than newer fans

so, one of the reasons i censor her name, is because tumblr changed the search functions – used to be, when you looked up something, it was only things that were in that exact word order in a tag – so if you spelled t/w/c wrong in some way, it'd only show up results that were misspelled, if that makes sense

but now, it's like if you look up any word, random posts that mention it anywhere in the post will show up too – and i would rather not open myself up to the m*shka bootlickers bc i just do not have time for that LMFAO

i rarely maintag things these days because i just don't want to be perceived by so much of this fandom, but that's just a me thing

also, in terms of what she did "wrong"... on top of problematic stuff in text, there's a few things i can think of off the top of my head:

encouraging white/washed art by reblogging on to her dev blog while knowingly having the official skintone palette locked behind a paywall (patreon)

when called out for the above, they did vet their pieces i guess – by only reblogging black and white pieces, and art of detectives. then they stopped reblogging art completely

posting a white hand for a morgan instagram edit – and taking hours to delete the harassment in the replies, some of which being actually racist comments with slurs pointed at black people

in a q&a video, referred to m as an "attack dog", which was super insensitive, considering the consistent comparison of m to an animal across all platforms (text, tumblr posts, patreon content)

her treatment of f over the years, both in text and outside of it. her asks were a huge reason that the fandom has an infantilized view of f and they don't even consider them to be a love interest (much less one that gets physically intimate). they see them as a child. this bullet point is a massive one that would take too long to explain. i could probably write an essay on how problematic it is to immediately "other" your singular black character by literally making them an otherworldly alien, but i do not have the time

how she writes nb/trans characters. from what my friends have said who code dive, they get the same dialogue and variants that women do. obviously if you don't code dive or play with nb characters you probably wouldn't notice, but there are a good chunk of people in the fandom who play with nb oc's so... this is something that should be better, but it's not

to add to the above, she said she was getting sensitivity readers but... did they do anything? look at book 3 and tell me if they actually did anything (i have a feeling maybe those sensitivity readers were white queer people)

overall, it's very hard to explain and condense the fuckery my mutuals and i have seen both m*shka do over the years, and what her fans have let slide/incidents they've coddled her up during.

sadly, she doesn't take hard stances on things. she just lets things happen and that just. doesn't bode well if your argument for all these mistakes is "ignorance". if she's getting 10k a month on patreon plus sales (not to mention the fact she's a grown ass woman), then... it's the bare minimum to ask for her to be mindful of her audience and to do better.

and also book 3 sucks xoxo

#the last line was a joke btw i just thought it'd be funny LMAO #TY FOR THE ASK I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY TOO <3 #i know i have other asks to get to but i jumped at this one bc i should probably clarify this for anyone following me LMAO #but yeah all in all it feels like the fandom is back at square one bc of rampant whitewashing #no im not tagging this as fandom critical this is m*shka critical #also i'm not linking receipts or anything bc it's exhausting – ask anyone and they can tell u im not lying #IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED SOUND OFF IN THE COMMENTS HATERS <3333333 #asks

[alrightsnaps]

The beef you have with Anthony on twitter is very pathetic and also the fact that you PRETEND Violet has haters when all that happened is that maybe a couple of kanthony shippers have said she was a bit too harsh with him cause god forbids audience members feel more connected with the protagonist and not his mom. Also the fact you want Kate to share screentime with Mary and Edwina again when she was treated like crap by them is not it for someone who claims to love Kate. But I guess it's not surprising when you're buddy buddy with that selcouth account who not so secretly hates Kanthony and Kate and has polite convo with the bloggers who call Kate a homewrecking whore. You know your friend writes fic in which Anthony is beaten up and Kate continues to be miserable post wedding for the sake of poor innocent Edwina?And thinks Anthony should give a fuck about Edwina doesn't let him call her by her first name? Tell your friend he eyefucked Kate at the altar in front of her, let me assure you edwina lovers he doesn't give a fuck about her brattiness the majesty. Leave Kate and Kanthony out of your mouth.

aww how sweet of you that you think y'all are the first people to dickride for anthony at the expense of female characters! i can assure you that i've been beefing with his stans since before kate's casting announcement. kathonies are not the first to drag violet to defend him, or even the first stans to demonise their male fave's mother while excusing his own behaviour. sienna/anthony shippers did the exact same thing long ago painting violet as the evil hag who wouldn't let poor little anthony run off into the sunset with sienna in s1.

also why the fuck wouldn't i want kate to fix her relationships with edwina and mary? i've criticised edwina repeatedly for never apologising to kate since day 1. that's something we never saw in s2 so yeah, i definitely want to see that and i consider necessary for them to rebuild their relationship on better terms after the wedding fiasco.

what i consider hypocritical as fuck is being totally ok with kate forgiving anthony when he hardly did enough to deserve her forgiveness after all the pain he put her through, but drawing the line at her stepmother and sister.

anthony literally ruined kate in 2x04 and not only didn't assume his responsibilities as he forced simon to do with daphne in s1, but had the nerve to propose to her sister the very next morning. so yeah, if i can support kate being with anthony in the s2 finale when he was calling her "the thorn easily removed" from his and edwina's lives just two episodes back, because that makes her happy, i can sure as hell root for her making up with the women that have been her entire world for the past 26 years as well.

as far as i'm concerned neither anthony nor edwina did right by kate in s2. edwina because she blamed her for anthony's actions and was ungrateful, when all kate had done was sacrifice after sacrifice for her to be happy. and anthony because he never showed kate the respect he demanded men to show to his sisters and chose to go after her baby sister only to publicly humiliate both sharma girls in front of anyone when they were at the altar.

i'm old enought to be able to form my own opinion about characters instead of joining fandom groupthink or liking/disliking them based on how their fanbase behaves. if that was my criterion i don't think there's a single ship i'd support in the bridgerton fandom, considering that i disagree with most kathony and benophie stans on twitter for always coddling anthony and benedict and excusing their misogyny.

and frankly, i'm extremely uncomfortable with the way you and many kathony stans talk about edwina. y'all are literally victim blaming an 18yo child for falling for a grownass man who went after her and ruined her in the eyes of society. you constanly infantilise anthony when he has more privilege than 99% of men in england, while spending your time talking shit about a teenage girl.

that's not holding edwina responsible for her behaviour towards kate, it's misogyny, plain and simple. she has every right to treat anthony like filth for the rest of her life after what he did to her and be protective of kate, like kate was of edwina when anthony was courting her, after his abhorrent treatment of both sisters.

a 30yo man not giving a fuck about a teenager he strung along and ruined isn't the gotcha that you think it is. except you clearly have such a sexist worldview that you consider him to be the "prize" edwina lost and kate won, rather than a man who hurt them both deeply and took advantage of his privilege over them.

if i should keep kate out of my mouth for wanting to see her have a healthy and wholesome relationship with her family, so should you people for being ok with anthony doing the bare minimum to win her after the hell he put her through.

#my asks #bridgerton

[22degreehalo]

The thing is... you're not supposed to care about the kens.

That's why they're portrayed as just generic privileged pathetic white guys. They're just kind of a joke.

(And that's some parts 'men are privileged and it's not our responsibility to coddle them' and some parts 'men are expected to be independent and take care of themselves and not have feelings.' It's not a coincidence that the kens being insecure, or crying, or making obliviously homoerotic statements, are part of them being a joke. That's just how you portray people as ridiculous: you make them super emotional about things that don't really matter, and you associate them with campy, queer, over-the-top things.)

I said in previous posts that, while I am most likely overthinking it, it seemed a failure of the movie to introduce this setting and then not really engage with it. I recall a popular post on tumblr about 'bit-ism', or the willingness of a movie to commit to the bit; insofar as the setting is entwined with the message of the movie, I've rarely seen a movie fail as hard as Barbie. It introduces an inverted society, but then only seems interested in that society to the extent that real life changes it. If I'm not supposed to care about the kens, why establish them as the oppressed parties at all?

But that's all assuming that what people say about it is true: that it's a thoughtful piece about gender and misogyny. That it Has Things To Say about men and patriarchy and gender dynamics.

And maybe it is actually just not nearly as deep as I'm trying to make it.

Maybe it really is just a movie intended to go 'haha, wouldn't it be funny if men were oppressed instead of women?! Take that, men!!'

Which. Is exactly what conservative commentators say, of course. So I've tried not to lean in that direction. I highly admire Greta Gerwig as a director (Little Women is one of my favourite films of all time!), so I really wanted to read something very interesting into it.

But the more I think on it, the more I think that the 'take that, men!' interpretation is... the more generous one?

Because. Let's be clear. This is a movie in which an Asian character reacts with comedic excitement at the idea of their people being allowed one circuit court justice. And the (mostly white) people in power smile and roll their eyes because they are definitely NOT going to allow them any more than that, lol, but isn't it so cute to see how happy they are? (Cue laugh track and applause.)

If this movie really does have things to say about gender and power... they suck!! Big time!!! It only only makes sense if misogyny is the only oppression at all, or at least the only one that matters. That is some straight-up radfem/TERFy anti-intersectionality bullshit!!

Ken being uncomfortable in Barbieland even before he encountered the real world isn't anything about the patriarchy and how men are harmed by it, because that logically just doesn't make any sense. Ken is unhappy during the movie because a) the plot needs it and b) so Barbie can not return his feelings and make that whole feminist statement about it. That's it.

The movie just exists to make women laugh and pump their fists and clap.

And that's okay, I think...? The movie is a power fantasy. That's fine. Those are allowed to exist. Not every movie has to be Morally Perfect.

But. I think it's kind of rich to expect men to, like, be super hyped about it. Getting extremely angry is an overreaction... but there are two options, here: the movie is designed to make fun of men in a silly and deliberately mean-spirited way, or it genuinely and sincerely argues that any oppression men face is universally beneath concern.

As for myself? In a way, I'd rather overthink it. Because alas, I am nought but a simple baby sensitive snowflake hyper-empathetic autist. And I just do not like it when people are mean, especially when the victims are quite clearly powerless and pathetic and emotional. But I understand that I am unusual in that way, and that snark and mockery have their place in the world, and are capable of doing good.

Maybe the movie doesn't intentionally express damaging ideas about how oppression works. Maybe it is just kind of mean. I think that will probably prevent me from ever properly enjoying it. But there are worse crimes than Making A Movie I Don't Like.

#as always if you portray a group as pathetic and small and not worth caring about #you better believe im gonna identify with them lol #anyway am i about to anger some poor tumblr femslashers and read ken/allen fanfic? probably. #.. #... #barbie 2023 #if you saw this in the main tag no you didn't please don't flame me lmfaooo ;___;

[afanlikingkillerfoxes]

Backstory

People wandered in the streets without a certain destination. They walked because they could. The ones that couldn't crawled, the wounds in their legs getting more infected because of the dirt on the pavement. The vomiting inducing smell felt throughout the town. You could guess the origin looking at the brown stain in the pants of the citizen. Even the dogs acted weird. They didn't hunt when they were hungry but they would eat their own flesh to satisfy their hunger.

"if you are lucky enough they would just look at you", the rumors didn't take long to appear. "And if you aren't you would probably get eaten and raped until death".

"Wired is too of a soft term to describe that town". Said a charlatan, with to much alcohol in their system. "There was this one, at first he just keep staring at me, but then, out of the blue, he just striped, riped out his dick and started fucking himself with it."

The place was a living hell. People even started advising their enemies to no come near that town. People started praying for that town to get wiped out by the soulless. So when, one night, they hear cacophony of yelling they cry of relive. Finally, that damn people were killing each other. If god was watching in their direction, there woudn't be a survivor in that place.

Of course, all that rambling where only hopes and unsubstantiated ideas. The only person who knew exactly what was happening was vivisecting a poor victim that fell into her clutches.

The women was a former magician. She had a very odd taste. So when a rumor about a cursed town reached her ears she couldn't resist not going.

In the short period she was there she started experimenting with the people. She open their body's, watching closely their reaction from dangerous magic circle and spells.

One evening, while she was completing her anatomy journal, a kid run into her. This wasn't the first time she saw him. Actually, she knew exactly that this kid was the cause of the state of this town.

The kid acted strange. She wasn't surprised about it. He must have contaminated all town by accident. A very lucky come out for him. If people where in their sense they would probably sacrifice him.

It wasn't hard to know how the disease spread. It was by hand contact.

The magician watch him wary. Slowly the boy started to trust her. It was mostly because of the food she hand him. Gaining his trust wasn't the difficult part but to prevent him to curse her was.

She now can't exactly remember how she convince him to put bandages on. She remember the headaches he gave her because the kid didn't like gloves, no mater how fancy they were.

Now the kid was a grown man. And a very useful one. Since the first time she saw him, she grow ecstatic thinking all the research and experiments she could do with him. Nor a monster but neither a human. A total new creature. May this be the new specie that will replace humans? May him be the answer of the fog? May him be the key to understand the soulless?

And the kid was so good at listening. He would clean after her, he would cook for her, he would go to town to buy beers to her. The more useful he grow the more she think to have him as an assistant. And if she think in the future it was for the best, specially now that he started developing independent thoughts. So she named her apprentice.

The kid was a good learner. A little too good. The more time pass the more independent he become. She couldn't let him go away. He was the key to the fog, the necessary clue to resolve this big and complex puzzle. She couldn't let him go. She did everything and use everything she had to prevent it. She negotiated, she cry, she beg. And he stay, but it was only for a mater os time until the storage idea of leaving came back to him. What did he wanted to go? He had everything here. She was furious. Perhaps she gave him to much of liberty. Perhaps she coddle him to much.

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

He was under lock. She only feed him the necessary. She burn all of his things and she pass every day reminding his position.

She wasn't surprised when he tried to scape. It took him many attempts to fulfill his goal. And when he go she couldn't do more but cry. The work of her life, all of it, destroyed because she just had to be kind with her specimen.

#damn this game is driving me mad #like i never make an oc and the this fuking game just djkdkdkdksks #also i haven draw in what three years?? yeah fuck u touchstarved #sooo a little backstory for the oc #i am not sure about his posture but it would have to do #vere touchstarved #ais touchstarved #kuras touchstarved #mhin touchstarved #leander touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved oc #my post

[1eos]

That vaush tweet post made me so mad omg. The lengths people will go to coddle violent misogynistic racist white boys and men to the point where they will blame the victims of their bigotry it's sooo...reminds me of another 17k tumblr post that said "if feminists where nicer to men they wouldn't be violent towards women and it's no wonder men are so violent towards women because if they were treated like a man they would too" heartless and brainless at the same time...

its absolutely insane 😭😭😭😭 like we ain't ever getting out of the hood bc ppl truly think we should nicely line up to be abused n shit. be nice? why? likeeeeee when minorities were disadvantaged and had no way to organize, complain or fight back racist ass white people weren't nice then and to this day it's proven that non violence and coddling is appealing to emotions they just do not have. so the black girls bombed in a birmingham church shouldve just been 'nicer'? it makes no sense like the white terrorists are gonna terrorize regardless and its proof to me that ~white allies~ are worth less than literal dog shit in that they will see a tweet that says 'well maybe if more poc accepted they should never be mean to the master race then more of us would lay off the racism' (written by a guy that apparently just......wants to do away with age of consent?????) and were like sure i'll put that on my blog >.< im so socially aware im so woke im soooooooooooooooooooo progressive. like maybe nat turner was on to something.............................

#literally white ppl ruin everything we're just not gonna get equality as long as these beasts are walking and talking #i truly hate these ppl 😭😭😭😭

[dhampiravidi]

❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ (from Pogue @in--noctem to Jayn- Sorry, I'm on the wrong blog right now so I'm sending on anon xD)

Like any Virgo worth their astrological sign, Jayn had planned for the occasion. She got rid of 80% of the hair below her waist, using depilatory to remove most of it from her legs & butt, before going in with a careful razor to artfully get the rest. She showered not long before her boyfriend came over that afternoon, scrubbing a bit harder than usual to murder any possible odors. Her teeth were obviously brushed, but she chewed two pieces of gum as well. Jayn wore her black matching set of underwear (just a comfy-not-torn bra & panties), plus a bit of perfume & an outfit she could easily slip out of.

She'd learned from her first 1st time with Pogue. Now she was ready for her second. There would be no awkward fumbling, no shy pauses & absolutely NO UNSEXY THINGS on her part. Ok so, maybe it made her nervous that her boyfriend (her only one of those that she'd ever had), who had a decent amount of experience with women way more gorgeous than herself, had agreed to a request that SHE had made. That request was for him to go down on her, one of the few acts of physical affection that they had not yet participated in.

It was about 10 miles from Pogue's house to Caleb's, since they were sort of on opposite sides of town. But Pogue had to go from the garage in town to his house, then to Caleb's, so--

[from: Pogue] Just changed. Coming for ya' babe 😘

Then she was panicking. He was coming. She couldn't back out--he was already on the road, on his bike, so he wouldn't be able to get to his phone even if she called or texted. And if she chickened out when Pogue showed up, he'd coddle her & try to comfort her. He wouldn't see her as his strong, hot girlfriend, he'd see her as a kid (yes, even though she was only a year younger than him).

She was in the bathroom trying to get the swelling down after a worried crying session--so she didn't hear Pogue come in. He had a key, since he'd been Caleb's best friend for forever. That meant he was right there waiting for her, lying on her bed with a smirk. One that faded the moment he saw her red-rimmed eyes.

"Baby--" He got up with a start, like he was doing one of those cursed Burpees* & was in her space in seconds, cradling her face. "Are you OK? What's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine," Jayn said, though it came out shakier than she wanted. She pecked him on the lips to try & reassure him, but Pogue was always so good at reading her. That was part of why they worked. "...I just got a little nervous--but I'm fine! You don't have to worry about me, I'm ready!"

"Jay--"

"No! I can do this! I'm ready!" He smiled softly.

"You said that..." He moved his hands to her hips & nuzzled into her neck. "How was your day?" he asked, gently swaying with her.

Oh. She hadn't even thought about just being with him that afternoon, getting to see the love of her life when she wasn't studying or writing essays, he wasn't working or swimming & neither of them had classes. Of course, they'd see each other when their friends all hung out together...but this was special. Even if it wasn't some big relationship milestone.

She beamed up at him. "It was alright. Nothing amazing. But my Sociology class was pretty cool--apparently there's some scale that compares every part of how a country's people interact. Anyway, how was yours?" Pogue's expression turned bashful, which was a rare look for him.

"Pretty good."

"What happened?" she asked, suspicious (though she was grinning).

"I got in trouble."

"What? How?" Pogue smirked, hands slowly running up & down her sides. Fuck. He always knew how to excite Jayn.

He tucked his head back into the crook of her neck, just to whisper, "Couldn't stop thinkin' about you...wasn't focused, so my boss made me take the day...would've been here, but I know you had class..." Her face was heating up & certain parts of her started to ache. Jayn exhaled shakily, right before Pogue kissed the shit out of her. She moaned against him, hands grabbing at his t-shirt. That was when he knew she was ready.

They were on the bed & naked in a matter of minutes.

"God, you're beautiful," he gushed, staring up at her from where he rested between her legs. She was also trembling slightly, but thankfully, Pogue didn't mention that. "Jay...you wanna close your eyes for me?" She did, biting her lip.

The first time his tongue touched her there, she whimpered, unused to the feeling. Then he licked all the way from the bottom to the top & she nearly screamed.

"S-sorry, I-"

"D'you have any idea how good you taste? Goddamn, babygirl."

He made her cum in all of 39 seconds. & that was just the first time.

*A Burpee is when you drop down as if doing a push-up, but then you immediately come back up & jump--then do it ALL OVER AGAIN 💀

#in--noctem #jkw: thread #thanks for the ask! #first time #smirky Pogue is favorite Pogue #ah my cuddly protective guy & sweet Virgo girlie--