Warning: The following might contain dark content which can either make you uncomfortable or trigger you. Read at your own risk. And semi-long post, I suppose?
Yoosung’s source of inspiration to do anything productive in life always came from a person. Prior to her passing, Rika was this source. However, later, you replaced her. You showed him the kindness that he needed, you believed in him far more than he ever believed in himself, and you gave him the sincerest love that he could ever wanted.
He became addicted.
Your kindness, your smiles, your love; he wanted it all directed at him, and he did not want to share it with anyone. This obsession caused him to become a tyrant who was controlled by his jealousy. His detrimental actions began with small things. First, he expressed his distaste about how you treated everyone equally, and that as your love, he deserves to be your top priority. Then, when his desire for your time and attention began to increase, it escalated to the point where he cut off your contact from everyone else but himself; so that he was would be sole person in your life.
He would be the only person who deserved your love and time.
It was no new news to anyone that whatever Zen did, or pursued, he did it with passion, and he dedicated himself entirely to it. So, when he began his relationship with you, he was extremely dedicated and loyal to you. He wanted to spoil you and treat you like the princess he believed you to be.
And so, he became extremely overprotective.
You were not exactly super popular amongst men per se. However, you did receive your fair share of flirtatious remarks; and they would walk up to you in order to receive your phone number and such. The only issue was that this only happened when you were out with Zen. The actor did not take this nicely. If so many filthy beasts approached you when you were with him, then how bad was it when you were out in public a l o n e? This led him to become extremely protective of you, to the point where he would not allow you to be alone with another male, much less go out anywhere without him.
He was just protecting you from the filth out there. After all, he was the only beast whose wild side you would ever need to see.
Baehee Jaehee absolutely adored you and treasured her friendship with you. You gave her the courage to pursue her dreams and selflessly supported her without asking for anything in return. This made her feel somewhat insecure because in this relationship, for her, you were the only one who was giving and she was the one taking. She began to fear that if she did not reciprocate the giving part in your ‘friendship’ then you would leave her.
You were the only person that she had. She could not possibly let that happen.
And so, she began to go to extra miles to pay back your kindness. You have too much work? Don’t worry, she’ll do it for you. You do not feel like doing something that you need to? Don’t worry, she’ll take over and finish it for you. Her ‘helping’ got to the point where all together, she would do everything for you. As a result, you came to have all the time in the world, and she was always busy. Too busy to even share a small “hi, how are you” with you. This led you seek the company of other RFA’s members, which she did not like. She became possessive to the point where she began to emotionally blackmail you. She threatened to hurt herself if you ever left her behind for others.
“Is my best not enough for you? Would you like my life itself too?
Jumin loved you. He loved you so much, he was unable to express it with words. And so, he began to express it with actions. He wanted to do everything for you and in order to do everything for you, he needed to know everything about you. This led him to conduct his own entire research of you. He took notes about everything: from your lifestyle to all of your small and adoring perks. And it was unfortunate that there were things about your lifestyle that he did not like.
And so, he took control.
First, he persuaded you to move out from your place due to it’s ‘poor and unsatisfactory conditions’ and move in with him. Once that was accomplished and you were in a place where he could keep a track of you constantly, slowly but surely, he forced you to cut ties with people that he deemed to be unworthy for someone of your class. And that was like pretty much everyone you knew except for him. From that point on, his control increased to the point where what you wanted and what he wanted for you became two different things. And your control over your own needs and wants ceased and his order became obligatory.
He became the authority; your caretaker, your lover. You saved him from his loneliness but instead, you became the slave to his crazy love.
It was love at first sight. As soon as he had opened the materials in order to conduct a background search on you, he had noticed how his heart beat felt faster by just a second. Dare he say, he was almost smitten. Originally, Seven had no plans to do act on the feelings he had developed for you because he was ‘too dangerous.’ However, that changed, when your life was put in danger.
In that instance, he realized, that he was only one who could protect you.
And so, this led him to act on his feelings and confess to you. It was fortunate that you reciprocated his feelings and everything was well. That was until he began to become paranoid which led him to install tracking applications in your electronic devices. He was aware of your whereabouts and your every actions. You felt watched at every second of the day. His reasoning for this was that he needed to protect you. However, when all this watching became too overwhelming and you asked him to decrease it, he didn’t. As a result, you threatened to leave him if he did not abide by your wishes. This did nothing but add fuel to the fire because it resulted him in tying tracking wires around your wrists that could only be removed by him.
Hiii!! How are you? Cassie I have another question, I saw a post about Manuel Villalobos Casales and how he was so evil that even Zara was annoyed by him. Is he going to play an important role ? Are we going to see more about him? Is he a cruel guy like Valentine?
Manuel does have a role to play in Queen of Air and Darkness! He and Valentine share a penchant for cruelty, but Manuel doesn’t have the kind of charisma and leadership skills that Valentine had, nor — and this is central to his relationship with Zara — does he share Valentine’s conviction.
Zara isn’t annoyed by Manuel for being evil. Zara is annoyed that he doesn’t care. Manuel isn’t a believer in the cause of the Cohort; he’s a person who saw a schism forming among the Nephilim and decided to throw his lot in the with side he felt was most likely to win. The side whose victory he personally could benefit the most from.
From Lord of Shadows:
“Don’t worry,” Zara said irritably. “You’ll get what you want. Though it would be better if you were more committed to the cause.”
She had already turned away; Kit saw Manuel’s eyes glint beneath his lashes as he looked after her. There was something in his expression—an unpleasant sort of hunger.
It’s implied that Manuel enjoys torture—which is indeed evil!—but Zara doesn’t disapprove of him for enjoying torture, she disapproves of what she perceives as his lack of moral conviction and commitment to her cause. So the question is, which do you think is more evil? The evil that believes in its evil cause? Or the evil that doesn’t believe in the cause, but goes along with it for personal gain?
after the last thing i draw Jamie’s immediate response was “AU where instead of captain america for a retainer Elise has batman”
so here’s five million doodles of Gerome doing very important retainer duties for the little Nohrian princess, he takes his job increDIBLY seriously, thank you. Unlike the other royal sibs and their Awakening!retainers he is definitely the babysitter here, I bet he’d probably be like Jakob except not a butler and five times more straight-faced.
Virgil blinked. “I- I love you too?” It came out sounding like a question even though he was completely sure that he did, in fact, love him.
Patton sighed and flopped into Virgil on the couch, apparently completely ignorant of how stiff Virgil had gone. The TV buzzed across the dark room and cast flickering lights over their faces and over Patton’s content form, his head on Virgil’s lap. He looked up at Virgil, whose hand twitched at his side. He brushed Patton’s hair out of his eyes and rolled his eyes when Patton grinned at him.
Patton sat up, crossed his legs on the couch and turned totally toward Virgil. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully and suddenly he stuck his lip out. “You don’t believe me.”
Virgil’s stomach twisted. He wasn’t… “I believe you. You don’t lie. Like… ever.” He smirked.
But Patton didn’t drop it like the others would have. He pursed his lips and shook his head. “Then I don’t get it. You’re not happy. I can feel it.”
Virgil didn’t know how Patton did that, but he always did seem to know exactly what everyone was feeling. He imagined it just came with his area of expertise. He shrugged and messed with the zipper of his hoodie. “I’m anxiety, Pat. I don’t get-”
Virgil frowned. “What?”
Patton crossed his arms. “You are completely capable of feeling an entire spectrum of emotions, so don’t use that as an excuse.”
And Virgil was feeling… so attacked right now. He didn’t want to talk about this. He glanced at the TV and saw none of it.
“Please talk to me?”
He wasn’t going to look at him. If he looked at him…
Too late. Patton was giving him the most effective pair of puppy eyes. Virgil curled in tighter on the couch and studied the pattern on his jeans. “I… I just get weird sometimes, Pat. The stuff I think in my head is… irrational but I can’t exactly stop myself from thinking it.”
Patton digested this. “So, what do your thoughts say when I say that I love you?”
No, it was stupid. He didn’t want to tell him.
“That you’re going to change your mind. That you just… I dunno. You don’t know me well enough or something.” He chewed his lip. “It’s stupid. I know.”
Patton huffed. “It’s not stupid, although it is very silly, kiddo. Very silly.”
Patton didn’t try to say anything else. Logan would have reasoned out the negative thoughts, Roman would have ranted and raved.
But Patton didn’t do that. He just curled back into Virgil’s side and drew up a blanket so that it covered the both of them. After a moment, something in Virgil’s chest relaxed and he moved to allow Patton to rest on him easier. Very silly.
Patton’s breaths deepened, and Virgil watched his eyes flutter close.
A soft warmth uncurled in his chest and Virgil smiled a little smile.
After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?
This story is also beta’d by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.
Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.
Maybe it’s just cuz I’ve been getting back into youtube shit or whatever, but HBomberguy seems to have gotten a lotta attention lately, which is great cuz I love him, but if you’re into the stuff he does where he just talks abt how and why “skeptics” and alt-right folks are wrong, I’d also recommend Shaun of Shaun and Jen, whose content is almost entirely that side of things. He doesn’t do skits or anything like HBomb does, but he’s really smart and puts a lotta research into stuff and talks in a way that’s easy to understand. He only has like a 10th the audience HBomb does but I think his stuff is great so he deserves more attention.
Prompt #17: “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.” (Requested by Anon)
Growing up in Small Heath was an experience to say the least. You lived there from the time you were born to when you turned 30 and you moved to Camden Town. You had moved away from Small Heath because of the crime and corruption, but you didn’t realize that was going on in Camden Town as well. The reason you moved there was because you had a friend who already did. His name was Ollie and you two had known each other when you were younger.
So you were staying at his house for a few weeks until you could find a small place of your own and he didn’t mind at all. He did warn you that his boss liked to stop by randomly and if he was ever there, than just act like he’s any other person.
“Well, he is isn’t he? Why would I act like he’s any different than you and me?” You asked, confused out of your mind. Ollie dropped his voice to a whisper, even though you were in his house.
“He’s a gang leader, that’s why. But if he comes by, then you don’t know that.” You quickly agreed and were secretly hoping for his boss to never come by while you were there.
Negan followed you down the staircase, sighing as he met Rick’s gaze.
“Rick, Rick, Rick - my best pal, how have you been?” he said, a grin on his face. Rick looked between the two of you, brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?” he asked, hands on his hips. Negan’s face turned up in confusion, “Wow, Rick - I can’t come by and say hello to my favorite duo here?” he said, gesturing to you and Riley.
Harry ended the call as soon as he heard the word boyfriend. He was beyond confused at this point. As far as he knew you were single and you sure as hell acted single. Harry didn’t know how to approach this, but he knew he would have to ask you about it soon because he wasn’t about to become the other man.
He grabbed the glasses and snacks before heading back into his room. You were sitting up in his bed wearing his shirt, but had it fully unbuttoned.
“Took you long enough,” you laughed. “Did they come back yet?”
“No, they’re not back yet,” he said sitting down on the bed.
You were on your knees behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. You were trailing kisses along his neck as he sat there. He put his hand on your arm and turned his head towards.
“Earlier you asked me if you were just going to be a fling for me,” he said. “What about me? Am I a fling to you?”
You looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I told you I wanted this to go beyond here,” you said.
“Then who’s Max?” He asked.
You leaned away from him. “How do you know about him?”
“So, it’s true?” Harry said standing up. “You’ve got a fucking boyfriend? And you fucked me! You lead me the fuck on talking about all this romantic bullshit while you were worried I was the one using you, but it was you using me this whole fucking time?”
“Woah, Woah, Woah,” you said. “Max is not my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend. Other than whatever this is, I’m single. I wasn’t leading you on and I’m not using you.”
“So, you’re telling me that this guy has called you multiple times in the last fucking hour and that he desperately wants you to call him back and told me he was your boyfriend when he’ s not?” Harry said.
You sighed. “Yes,” you said. “Max and I’s relationship is complicated.”
“He’s your ex then?” Harry asked. “You really gotta give me some fucking details, love, because I’m losing my shit over this.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but calm the fuck down first before you make a hole in the floor,” you said.
He sighed stopping what he was doing and crossing his arms to look at you.
“Max and I are friends, just friends, but recently he’s been trying to become more than friends with me,” you said. “I don’t like him in that way and I’ve told him that, but that still hasn’t kept him from acting very possessive towards me Anytime he sees me talking to a guy, he gets jealous. I told him to stop and that if he didn’t I couldn’t be around him anymore. Before I came out here, I was out with some friends and this guy was asking me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend and Max fucking lost it. He went up to the guy and punched him in the face. After that, I told him to leave me alone and that while I’m gone he needed to change or else we’re done as friends.”
“And I guess when he heard you answer my phone, he wanted to make it seem like he and I were together and for you to stay away,” you said.
“Did he ever hurt you?” He asked quickly.
You shook your head. “No, he never laid a hand on me.”
He nodded and sat down on the bed again.
“So, you believe me?” you whispered.
“I have no reason not to believe you,” he said. “The only thing I care about is whether you had a boyfriend or not and if you’re playing me. As long as neither is true, then I believe it.”
“I promise you,” you whispered. “I’d never be the type of person who cheats on people and I would never string you along just to hurt you,” you added placing your forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry I got so upset before I let you explain things,” he said.
“Well, I can see why you do though, I’m sure if some girl told me that she was your girlfriend, I’d be a little freaked out too,” you giggled.
“I can tell you right now, I only have one girlfriend,” he said looking in your eyes.
“Uh, excuse me?” You asked.
“You, you dork,” he laughed.
“Really?” you blushed.
“Well, I mean yeah, as long as you want to be that is,” he said.
“Of course I want to be,” you smiled.
“Good, now come here before they get back,” he smirked pulling you onto his lap.
It had been a few days since you and Harry made it official. You two kept it professional during business hours, which only made all the hours after that much hotter. You two made up for all the lack of kissing and touching as much as you could before you were back into business mode.
Most everyone in the house kept their mouths shut about you and Harry, however, you made the mistake of wearing a tank top that revealed a few love bites along the cleavage of your chest. No one teased you about it, but you caught the snickers and smirks towards Harry.
You were in the studio filming again while Harry was finishing recording the songs. Tomorrow you’d all be back in to film a choir who would be coming in to put some vocals on a few of the songs. Ever since that night, Max had kept calling you and sending you texts on your phone. A few of them were quite upsetting and possessive that they freaked you out.
You didn’t show them to Harry though because you didn’t want him to think it was a bigger deal than it really was. You’ve known Max for ages and he wasn’t always like that. Plus, he had never hurt you before, so you weren’t too worried about anything happening.
Once Harry finished in the studio, you all headed out for dinner. You sat next to Harry at the table and he kissed your head.
“You two are just so cute,” Jeff smirked.
“Fuck off, mate,” Harry laughed.
“But it’s true,” Mitch smirked.
“I think I like it better when you’re quiet,” he laughed.
“Don’t be mean,” you scolded.
“Hey, whose side are you on exactly?” He asked.
“Theirs,” you said.
“What? Over your own boyfriend, Y/N?” He gasped.
“Yes,” you said. “They were simply being nice and complimenting us on our relationship, yet you’re the one who told them to fuck off and to shut up, so you’re the mean one here.”
“Oh, we’ll see who the mean one really is tonight, baby,” he smirked into your ear.
“Can’t wait,” you smirked.
“And we’re eating,” Mitch said.
You giggled and took a sip of your drink.
After dinner, while everyone got dropped off at the house, you and Harry decided on going for a walk down the beach. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked down the shore.
“I know we have at least another week or so here, but uh, maybe we should start talking about how we’re going to be together once we leave,” you said.
“Well, I’m going back to London,” he said. “And I have some things coming up there that I want to put in the documentary…”
“Is that you’re way of making sure I’m leaving with you?” you giggled. “By hiring me to follow you.”
“Don’t say it like that,” he laughed. “It sounds like I’m buying a hooker.”
You laughed. “I’ll have to look at my schedule. I don’t think I have anything booked right after this because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be here.
“Good thing, I never gave you end date,” he joked.
You shook your head with a laugh.
“I’ve uh, I’ve meaning to ask you, have you called Max back?” He asked.
“No, I haven’t,” you said. “But he has still been contacting me.”
“Really?” He asked.
“Yeah, he’s not exactly happy, from what I’ve gathered in his messages,” you said.
“Can I see or hear them?” He asked.
You sighed pulling your phone out of your pocket and getting his texts up. You gave the phone to Harry and he quickly started to read them and scroll through them.
“That piece of shit,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me he was sending you these?”
“Because it’s not that big of a deal,” you shrugged.
“You don’t think him saying that you belong to him and no one else is a big deal?” He asked. “That’s a huge fucking deal.”
“He’s just upset,” you said.
“If you were in a relationship with this guy, all of these things would be red flags, he said. “I think you need to talk to him and tell him that you don’t want to talk to him anymore and he shouldn’t contact you for a while.”
“I already did that, before I got here,” you said.
“Well, then maybe he needs to hear from me,” he said. “I don’t like him talking to you like that.”
You sighed. “I don’t know if that would just make things worse,” you said.
“Things aren’t great right now,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, and I don’t want some jealous, unstable guy, talking to you.”
You sighed. “Okay, we can call him tonight.”
Harry nodded and kissed your head.
You were laying on Harry’s bed in his shirt, while he was messing around on the guitar. You were debating on how to handle the Max situation because even though you were sure that Max wouldn’t do anything too extreme, you had to admit that you didn’t feel comfortable with how he was being towards you.
Something you felt for a really long time. You looked back at Harry, who was writing something down.
“Whatcha writing about?” You asked.
“Oh, you know just the beautiful view I’ve got here in Jamaica,” he smirked.
“Are you poetic or actually talking about the beach view outside?” you laughed.
“Hm, I’m talking about the view of the beautiful, sexy, amazing, woman in my bed right now,” he smirked leaning over you.
You giggled puckering your lips for a kiss. He pressed his lips against yours and put his hand on your lower back. Just when things started to heat up, your phone started ringing. You groaned picking it up and see Max’s picture.
“It’s Max,” you said.
“Answer it,” he said.
You sighed answering it. “Hey, Max,” you said.
“Finally! I was beginning to think you were kidnapped or something,” he said.
“Nope, I’ve just been working,” you said.
“You get a lunch break right and time during the night?” He asked.
“Yeah, but uh… I’ve been doing other things,” you said.
“Well, you could have at least responded to a text,” he said. “And what about that guy I talked to too, didn’t he tell you I called.”
“He did, yes,” you said. “But Max, remember we’re supposed to be taking a break from one another.”
‘You were serious about that?” He asked.
“Yeah, I was Max, what you did that night, never should have happened and these texts you’ve been sending…. Max, you need to realize that I’m not yours. I’m your friend and that’s all,” you said.
“It’s that guy, right? The one who answered your phone? He’s trying to take you away from me,” Max said.
“The only person taking me away from you is you. You’re pushing me away with how you’re acting. Max, we’ve been friends for years and I do care about you and want you in my life, but I can’t keep doing this when you’re acting this,” you said.
“Acting like what?” He asked. “Sorry that I fucking love you and just want to be with you. That guy will never be good enough for you and he sure as hell isn’t going to love you like I do.”
You sighed rubbing your head. “Max, I-I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you and because I care about you, I think it’ll be better if we just go our separate ways for now.”
“What are you saying, Y/N?” Max asked.
“I’m saying that I can’t be your friend, not when you need time to get to me,” you said. “There’s someone out there for you, Max, but I’m not her.”
“Fine, but you’re going to regret this, Y/N,” he said before ending the call.
You sighed looking over at Harry. “Why do I feel like shit right now?”
“Because you’re a good person,” he whispered wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “And like you said, you care about him and he’s been a good friend for ages, so while you know this is the best thing for you and him right now, it still hurts you.”
You nodded wrapping your arms around him. He smiled laying the two of you back and your legs intertwined with each other.
“Maybe one day, he’ll move on and you two can be friends again,” he whispered.
“I hope so,” you whispered.
Harry pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling the blanket over the both of you.
“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he whispered.
“I know,” you said. “Thank you for being here for me.”
“Of course, I’m your boyfriend. It’s what I do,” he laughed.
“You enjoy saying that don’t you?” you asked.
“Saying what? The fact that I’m your boyfriend?” He smirked.
“Yeah, that,” you giggled.
“I do,” he nodded.
“I like hearing it,” you smiled.
“Good,” he smirked kissing your nose.
You laughed pulling away a bit “Good night,” you said.
‘Night, baby,” he whispered before turning off the lights and pulling you closer to him as you both went to sleep.
In person, John Boyega carries himself with an assuredness that could be mistaken for self-importance. He’s one of those actors who look as tall and sturdy in real life as they do onscreen. He fills whatever room he happens to be in with inviting, boisterous chatter, thanks, no doubt, to years of voice training on the English stage. And he’s dead certain he’s going to be a big, big movie star.
I first meet Boyega in a cramped hallway at ABC Studios in Manhattan in July. We barely manage a hurried handshake as he proceeds in Aaron Sorkin–like strides toward a nearby stage. His publicist and his sister—who also acts as his assistant and is Googling where they can find British pub food in New York—are drafting in his wake. I watch off set as Boyega sits down with the hosts of Live With Kelly and Ryan, his first of three interviews for the day. Each sit-down requires the same thing of the 25-year-old Brit: promoting his latest film, Kathryn Bigelow’s Detroit, about the city’s 1967 riots, and expounding on the state of race relations in neat, 30-second sound bites. Naturally, interviewers also want to ask about his other new movie, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, coming out in December.
If the challenge of figuring out how to discuss Black Lives Matter and lightsabers in the same breath weighs on him, Boyega doesn’t show it. “I see what I do in part as creating change through art,” he tells me. “Sometimes that responsibility can feel like a burden, but it’s not. It pushes you to find your purpose in the world.”
Most people know Boyega as Finn, the Stormtrooper who defects to the Rebels and helps an aspiring Jedi (Daisy Ridley) in 2015’s Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Boyega is confident that he can sidestep the quagmire of franchise fame that has kept some actors from ever eclipsing their first blockbuster roles. So when I finally sit down with him for lunch, I begin by asking if he’d rather follow the Denzel Washington/Harrison Ford path to stardom—bringing the same charming swagger to every role—or if he’d prefer to go the Judi Dench/Idris Elba route of disappearing into parts. He grins at me and says, “I think to be a real star, you have to do both. I’m going to do both.”
Which might seem presumptuous if Boyega hadn’t been consistently checking off items on his superstardom to-do list. Since his breakout role two years ago, he has produced and starred in another franchise film, the upcoming Pacific Rim: Uprising (become a producer: check), played opposite Tom Hanks in the poorly reviewed The Circle (inevitable flop: check), returned to London to play a soldier with PTSD at the Old Vic (reaffirm acting chops onstage: check) and, with Detroit, become the face of an Academy Award winner’s latest gritty film (make an Oscar bid: check). And he’s working on writing and producing his own movies in hopes of leading a generation of artists who bring more diverse stories to the screen.
So, yes, John Boyega will be a big, big movie star. And he plans to get there his own way.
Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.
Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)
Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.