#I can see how his actions could’ve made sense at the time

[hearts4renaa]

OH MY, LOVE IS A LIE!

summary: it's all over now, but he's still thinking of you. featuring alhaitham, diluc, kamisato ayato, and zhongli. part 2 to you're losing me.

w/c: 2.1k in total a/n: i am really churning out angst for yall. inspired by hits different by taylor swift

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat. Curse the space that I needed.

“There’s no way you still have that.” Kaveh comments as he walks past Alhaitham in their little library of the home. Kaveh looks at the small crystal in the scholar's hands, cringing.

Alhaitham glares at the blonde. “Shut it.” He grumbles, twirling the gem in between his fingers. He intended to give it to you over dinner, as an apology for the stunt he pulled two weeks ago. The guilt took over his body like a fever. He was sleepless for a few nights, and you slept in the guest bedroom. Eventually, he drew to a conclusion. The two of you had been dating for quite a while; maybe it’s time to take it to the next step.

He invited you to a proper dinner that night, and you accepted despite the growing tension between the two of you. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize the two of you had very different plans for that night. He was there to take it further. You were there to end it.

Kaveh’s scoff takes Alhaitham out of the depths of his memory. “Don’t you have better things to do than nag me?” Alhaitham spit out. “Pay your rent, perhaps?” 

Kaveh rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “It’s crazy how you’re talking to me how you talked to them.” A glare made its way into his amber eyes. “Thought you would’ve learned to watch your choice of words after what happened.”

Alhaitham had no rebuttal. He knew Kaveh was right. He didn’t think his words or actions carried much weight until you were crushed under them. His words and actions chipped away at what he loved until eventually, nothing was there at all. How did he not notice? How did he not see the storms in your eyes? How did he not hear the tiredness in your voice? How could he let you fight for the relationship alone, while he stood on the sidelines as it withered to nothingness? His eyes redirect from Kaveh to the gem in his hands. It’s like he can still see your face in the reflection. Like the love was still there, shimmering and sparkling the same way the gem did in the afternoon sun.

“And yes, I do have better things to do.” Kaveh says, walking towards the entrance of the house. “I’m heading to lunch with a friend of mine.” A knock pierces their conversation, effectively saving Alhaitham from having to face the harsh truth from Kaveh of all people. “Ah, they’re here!” Kaveh leaves the library entirely, leaving Alhaitham in the room alone. He hears the front door open. “Y/N!” Kaveh greets. Alhaitham freezes.

What the fuck?

“Just one second, I forgot something in the study.” He hears Kaveh say, and footsteps are fast approaching. Kaveh retrieves his left behind item, but not before Alhaitham stops him. The grip he has on Kaveh’s forearm is almost painful.

“What the hell?” Alhaitham’s voice is bitter. Jealous, even.

Kaveh yanks his arm away. “Just because you lost the love of your life Y/N doesn’t mean I have to lose my friend Y/N.” Kaveh’s voice is firm. Soon enough, he’s walking away and out the door.

Alhaitham feels the sorrow truly kick in. All the times he asked for space from you. All the time he could’ve spent with you. Now, the space between the two of you was farther than ever before. And he can’t do anything but look at the gem in his hand, wishing he could run to you more than ever.

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleeding?

He won’t admit it, but Diluc’s hands were beginning to ache from the endless action of polishing the glasses. He insisted on working the bar tonight, letting the usual bar staff have some well deserved rest. Peering down, Diluc takes the time to examine the many scars on his hands. They were dotted on his skin, and they all held a story. A burn. A scab he kept picking at. An accidental cut. Either way, they all had an experience leading up to each wound.

He realizes how much of a hypocrite he is. Scolding you for wanting the adventure, for getting a minor injury as if he doesn’t do ten times more fighting than you did. Worried endlessly for your safety, as if he doesn’t risk his life on the daily. Diluc has faced many wounds over his life, but the worst one he’s experienced was losing you.

The breakup wasn’t dramatic. The two of you sat across from each other next to the fire, and you told him of how you lost the love. Of how the flame burned so slowly than it burned out. The two of you agreed to end things together; at least, that’s what you think. He didn’t lose anything. His flame still burns as brightly as it did in the beginning. Perhaps his flame burned so bright that it overtook yours. You packed your things and left Dawn Winery. He saw you off with a polite wave, but the moment the door shut, the dam burst and the tears flowed.

Now here he was, without you, repeating a stupid polishing action until the door opened. There you were, with the Traveler and Venti of all people. It’s awkward for a moment, both of your eyes darting around to avoid the other’s. Eventually, the three of you get a table to sit at. As your group passes by, he hears the Traveler quietly say something to you. “Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think he’d be working today.” He hears you laugh. Oh, how he wishes he was the source. 

“Don’t worry about it,” You say. “I’m basically over him.”

Diluc feels a sting in his chest, and he has to stop himself from dropping the glass in his hand. That hurt. He certainly wasn’t over you. The night passes, and you are engaged in conversation. Diluc takes the chance to steal fleeting glances in your direction.

The weapon on your back has more wear and tear. Your bag looks heavier, more used. He sees minor scars on your skin. A few on your arm, one on your cheek, some on your calves. It takes everything in him to not fret over you, but he knows he can’t. You’re not his to lose anymore. But most of all, Diluc sees the way you exude light. Cheer radiates from you, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you more beautiful than you were right now.

You may bear more scars than when you were with him, but he’s never seen you happier.

You were the one that I loved! Don’t need another metaphor, it’s simple enough.

Ayato runs a hand through his hair while walking the streets of Inazuma City. He was on the way to a wedding attire fitting, for his wedding to another Inazuman noblewoman. The wedding isn’t for another month, so it’s crucial to ensure that all clothing is prepared and ready to allow ample time for unforeseen circumstances. On the way to his appointment, Ayato passes by a familiar restaurant. He softly smiles, remembering how he used to visit often. Then, his smile is replaced with a frown when he realizes he hasn’t been in two months. There was no reason for him to eat there anymore- he used to eat there with you.

He’ll never forget how puffy your eyes were when you broke things off with him. It was obvious you were crying, and with how the conversation was going, Ayato was about to cry too. “I can’t do this anymore, Ayato.” Your voice sounded exhausted. Ayato hated knowing he was the reason for your sleepless nights. He didn’t understand why he snapped at your skepticism over the arranged marriage. He couldn't, and wouldn’t ever imagine you marrying someone else. He understood. The problem is, he understood too late. Now, it’s been two months and he still doesn’t go a single day without thinking of you. 

Finally, Ayato arrived at his destination. The tailors was a quaint little shop in a less busy corner of Inazuma, but many of the locals purchased ceremonial clothing from the owners. They’re said to have a very keen eye, even when it comes to choosing employees. Ayato slides the door open, and he is greeted by a worker.

“Welcome! Are you here for a fitting or-”

He could recognize that voice. There’s no way. His eyes widened at the realization, and you did too, seeing how your words trailed off. 

“Y/N.” He breathed out your name as if he had been suffocating prior. You take a second to compose yourself before putting your professional facade back on. He is a customer. He is no more than that.

“Are you here for an appointment?” You ask.

Your formal tone throws him off. He remembers your cheery usual tone from back then, and he wishes nothing more than to go back to those times.

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s…wedding attire.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat. Of course, he’s still going forward with the marriage. After all, he made it clear that you have nothing to offer for the Kamisatos.You nod curtly before gesturing him to a fitting station. “Please allow me to grab my tools.” You give a small bow, ignoring eye contact. You turn away to head towards the shop’s tool drawer with measuring tapes and such. When you’re certain he cannot see your face, you allow your bottom lip to tremble slightly. 

Meanwhile, Ayato’s eyes stay trained on your figure. For the two of you to break up, then have you be the person attending to him during the wedding fitting? The Seven must be laughing at him as he experiences this cruel twist of fate. Suddenly, it hits him. The two of you are part of each other’s past. It’s over. You aren’t in each other’s present lives, and you most likely won’t be part of each other’s futures.

You might be a stranger now, but he will forever recognize your voice in a sea of people.

A wrinkle in time, like the crease by your eyes. This is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guy.

“Who do you think the lucky one is?” The women of Liyue gossip. Their eyes are fixed on Zhongli, following him like a hawk. The man in question is shopping for flowers. However, he seems to be interested in the large bouquets of flowers, the ones far too large to be classified as “just felt like it” flowers. He takes his time to examine each flower thoroughly. He checks the stems, petals, if they’re fully bloomed. Uncommon than most men nowadays, Zhongli was truly looking at every factor while shopping for these flowers, which is why the women were so interested to know who they were for.

On Zhongli’s end, his senses were being absolutely bombarded with the signature floral scent. Zhongli’s taste in flowers only gets incredibly picky around this time of year. After all, the anniversary of your death is upcoming. He only wants the best flowers for you, since he couldn’t give you the best when you were still alive. If there’s one memory he’ll never forget, it’ll be how you still told him that you loved him, even in your final moments.

“Excuse me, are you looking for anything in particular?” A worker asks him.

Normally, he’d politely decline and continue about his day. But he can’t. Not when said worker looks identical to you. His eyes are wide, scanning the person up and down. Same hair, eyes, facial structure. If he didn’t know better, he’d think you were right in front of him. Unfortunately, Zhongli does know better. He knows that you are no longer alive. And he knows that he is the reason for your death.

He regains his composure. “I’m alright, thank you.” His smile is polite, but not sincere.

"Ah, alright. I’m sorry if this sounds weird but…” The worker started. “Are you doing alright? I’m sorry, I just felt like I had to ask you. Gut feeling, I guess.”

For a second time, Zhongli was taken aback, but he answered nonetheless. “Yes, just trying to find some nice flowers.” The worker smiled. It amazes Zhongli how much they look like you.

“Are you buying flowers for someone?” They ask.

“Yes,” Zhongli pauses. “They’re for someone who is very dear to me.” 

The worker points to a bouquet. “How about this one, then? It’s one of my favorites.”

Zhongli smiles. They were your favorite too. He lets out a chuckle at the situation. He had always hoped to see you again, but he didn’t think you’d visit him like this. “That one looks great.” He responds.

He looks up at the sky, and he hopes you know that in every other universe, he would’ve chosen you.

#genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #ayato x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin #morax x reader

[cheshirebitch]

Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

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#fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel #x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #radio demon #xreader #hazbin hotel alastor

[ivysoul]

can i request a leon kennedy fic where the reader takes him home after he’s been out drinking at the bar and he drunkenly confesses how much he loves the reader and fantasizes about them in a relationship and throws in some suggestive comments!

the reader writes it off to his drunkenness but the next morning he confesses it was all true (drunk actions are sober thoughts) and they end up hooking up, but in the aftercare Leon asks the reader if they could be his significant other? :)

hope this made sense!

this is so cute i genuinely smiled.

[cw] mentions of alcohol, drunk confessions, smut, i had to use y/n like once i’m so sorry i rlly didn’t want to. i hate to admit that this is less smut than i wanted to write initially. best believe this isn’t proofread either.

and they were roommates…

Third time this week. Third time driving down to the bar, helping a drunken Leon into the car, and carrying him upstairs. Truthfully, you were fed up, but you didn’t say anything to him. You thought that maybe he was going through something in his head—maybe all of the missions had truly messed him up more than he had let you in on.

So, instead of voicing your concern, you just let the man be. Like tonight, when you got a call from one of his friends (who—bless him for calling you about Leon—was also very drunk himself) that he needed to be taken home. Throughout the short phone call, you could hear Leon on the other end, slurred words sounding something like “I’m fine, man. Don’t make her come down here!”

And that is precisely why you had gone down there.

That and, you cared about Leon far too much for your own well-being.

So, you took a look at the rain outside and decided to throw on one of Leon’s thick coats. That’s when you remembered that the car is currently at the shop. Stupid engine.

That’s how you found yourself walking through the rain at one in the morning, water cascading down your face and soaking your clothes. Your hair was sticking uncomfortably to the back of your neck. You were shivering. Your wet shoes were squeaking with every fast step you took. Yet you had endured it willingly. For him.

You could’ve told his friend that Leon could find his own way home and then go back to sleep. But instead you got out of your warm and comfortable bed and trudged your way down to the bar in heavy rain. For Leon.

Perhaps you loved him too much. Perhaps, when you had fallen for your best friend (who just so happened to be your roommate) and did absolutely nothing to stop it, you had doomed yourself for the rest of your life. Because you would do everything for this man—for the man you were in love with. The man who didn’t feel the same way you did.

It put an ache in your heart, but it was a type of pain you’d endure if it meant keeping him in your life. Even if your current relationship status was simply just that of friends.

Regardless, you couldn’t deny your love for him. Because it be like denying yourself of happiness.

Your head was cleared of your self deprecating thoughts as the familiar lights shone through your vision, illuminating the wet ground and the rain drops hitting the sidewalk.

Sighing, you made your way inside. It didn’t take long to spot him lounging at the bar on a wooden stool. You had become all too familiar with his go-to spot here.

“Leon,” you said as you approached him. “come on. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

He immediately turned at the sound of your sweet voice. Suddenly it was like the thoughts of his next drink were swiped from his mind and instead it was filled with thoughts of you. The way your hair was dripping onto your back and the way your white shirt clung to your body, becoming slightly see through do to the rain (yeah… you didn’t really think that one through).

And… the jacket that you adorned. His jacket.

He smiled impossibly wider and attempted to move to stand up. To which you grabbed his arm to keep him steady as he leaned slightly into you.

“Y/N!” Oh. He sounded drunk as hell. “I missed you! Where were you?”

You couldn’t tell him you were awoken from sleep for this. You couldn’t. “Just watching TV. Didn’t know we had to be attached at the hip, Leon.”

He laughed, “Pfft. You should know by now.” He turned his head back to his two friends as he put an arm around your waist. Something that he does frequently but still manages to make your stomach do backflips every time. “Sorry guys. My woman has come. I gotta go.”

My woman.

His friends shook their heads and laughed at Leon’s drunken state, and the one who had initially called you said, “Yeah, man, don’t sweat it. Just make sure you get home safe.” He said it to the both of you, switching glances to your eyes and Leon’s. His friends were maybe tipsy at most, no where close to where Leon was.

“You two as well.” You said as you moved Leon’s arm from your waist to drape around your shoulders, and turned to leave the building.

It was refreshing when the cold night air took away the smell of alcohol. And Leon still had a slight lingering scent of his cologne. It made your head stir.

The walk home was mostly Leon saying whatever random thought came to the front of his mind first. Things ranging from what if monkeys can actually talk? to I think we should get a cat. You played along, responding to his plethora of questions and random suggestions. When he suddenly said,

“You look good in my jacket. Really pretty.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your grip on his wrist on your shoulder tightened. A deep shade of blush covered your cheeks and you were thankful for the darkness of the night that he couldn’t see it.

“Oh yeah?” You choked out, eyes unblinking.

“Yeah,” for a minute you thought that’s where it would end. Whether you were thankful or you wished he would keep going you were unsure. But then he started again, “You’re so pretty. Like—you look good in anythin’. Drives me crazy.”

What. The. Fuck. Is going on.

You were silent as he continued, with his slurred words and hiccups. “I’ve always thought about waking up next to you. Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful.”

“Leon—”

“I wanna be w’you.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Leon was depending on you to help him walk, you would’ve passed out. So instead you played the words around in your head like your favourite record. Over and over until your lungs started burn. And you realize you had been holding your breath for god knows how long.

You attempted to gather your words as best you could before speaking again, voice wobbling as you did so. “You’re drunk, Leon. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He scoffed. “I do. I’m saying I wanna be with you.”

You opted for silence the rest of the way home. Figuring that no words you could say right now would be ones with sense.

˗ˏˋ ✸ ´ˎ˗

The next morning Leon woke up in his bed. A glass of water was sat on his nightstand and a bottle of Advil next to it. It was then that the headache hit him full force and he practically lunged at the pills.

After a shower and brushing his teeth, he felt better. So he decided to make his way out to the kitchen. Where he was confronted with you.

It all came back to him in a rush. A blurry memory with bits and pieces missing, when he confessed to you. It wasn’t how he planned on doing it at all. He wanted to take you out to dinner, and during that dinner he would tell you everything. How he felt, how long he’s felt that way, his favourite things about you (which would consist of everything). And then, you two would go on a nice walk in a night time breeze, and he would kiss you.

Instead, his dumbass self decided to get drunk and fucking tell you in the dumbest way possible.

He stifled a groan at his own self annoyance and made his way to the fridge. When he closed it, he looked over at you and smiled as you made eye contact. He almost didn’t notice the light pink tint that slithered its way across your cheeks.

“Sleep well?” He asked, taking a sip from the glass of water he had poured.

You wanted to say no. Because you hadn’t. You had stayed up almost all night thinking about the words Leon had said to you. After some tears mixed with happiness and confusion, you had convinced yourself that he said those things because he was drunk. In which you then proceeded to cry tears of sadness at the fact. You didn’t tell him all of that though. Instead,

“Alright,” the look on his face showed something of disbelief. You brushed it off however. “How’re you feeling?”

Leon smiled at your concern, “Better—much better. Thanks for the Advil by the way.”

“Of course, no problem!”

God. It was so awkward. And he only made it worse when he said,

“I’m sorry you had to walk all that way in the rain. It’s no way to treat my woman.”

My woman. Just like he said last night. You wondered if he remembered or if it was just a coincidence. “Leon, I—”

“It was all true.”

Oh.

You stayed silent. Because what we’re you even supposed to say? This was not how you expected this morning to go. You knew it would be awkward on your end, but you didn’t expect this.

“Everything I said last night was true. I mean, I don’t… remember everything. But whatever it was, it was true.” He started to walk over to where you were standing, and he stood so close to you that it caused you to lean your lower back against the small island. He never took his eyes off of yours as he continued. “I do want to be with you. Last night wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you, but now that it happened I can’t just pretend it didn’t.”

He stared at you. His eyes occasionally drifted down to your mouth. Lingered. And then back to your eyes.

You didn’t have any words apart from, “Yes.”

A slight smile made its way onto Leon’s face before you shoved it away. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Yes?”

“I wanna be with you, too, Leon.”

You barely got the words out before his lips were on yours. Colliding with a passion that only a year of built up emotions could elicit. He wrapped his arms fully around your waist and pulled you as far against him as you could go. Your own arms went to wrap around his neck, using your hands to tug at the hair at the nape his his neck.

Your lips molded with his perfectly. Like two connecting pieces of a puzzle.

Your body felt on fire.

When you pulled back he chased your lips again subconsciously. You giggled at it before speaking. “So,” you dragged out, “if everything was true… that means that the part where you told me—and I quote—“Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful” was true?” You asked, imitating Leon’s voice as best you could with a smile.

Leon groaned and dropped his head into the crook of your neck. You laughed, and you felt him smile against your skin. And then you felt a sudden pain in you shoulder.

“Did you just bite me?”

“…Maybe.”

You pulled his head up and all you saw in his eyes was lust. It did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And within a second, you crashed your lips against his once again.

This time, the kiss was more hungry. Needy. Tongues and teeth were clashing, moans were being let out by the both of you. Leon pushed his groin against you and you felt the prominent bulge. However, before you could say anything about it, he lifted you up onto the counter in a swift motion and started to lift up your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, out of breath, hair disheveled, lips red and swollen. He looked beautiful. “Baby?”

You hadn’t even realized you were staring. “Oh. Yeah.”

He let out an airy laugh as he took it off, maybe a bit too eager. He eyes immediately fell onto your tits, on full display. Just for him. He attached his mouth onto one of your pert nipples and sucked, his free hand palming the other one. You let out a series of gasps and whines.

And then his hands lowered to the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He looked up at you, mouth still on your nipple, as if to ask for permission. And you gave it to him, even lifting your hips to let him tug the shorts down.

Leon finally tore his face away from your breast and looked down to your glistening cunt, bending your knees and propping your heels on top of the counter, keeping your legs nice and spread for him.

“So pretty.” He brought his middle finger to push into your folds. “And wet.”

“Leon. Please.”

Your hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, eagerly trying to tug them down. With a little “Ok”, he shoved down his sweatpants, revealing his thick cock. pre-cum gathered at the tip—red and desperate.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, feet hooked at the back, and pulled him towards you. “Please.”

“So needy.”

But he obliged, and slid his cock into you slowly. He kept at a leisurely pace, though it still felt fucking heavenly. The girth of his cock was all but splitting you open as he thrusted in and out of your sopping pussy.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, your cheek flat against his. “Faster, please!”

And because he could never say no to you, Leon sped up his pace. By a lot. He fucked into you fast, hips never wavering once. “Nughh… pussy’s so good, baby.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, circling the nub with light pressure. It was almost embarrassing how fast he had you cumming. Your body shook and you moaned loud and high pitched, and the feeling of your pussy clamping down onto his cock had Leon whining out your name.

His thrusts started getting sloppier and his whines were getting louder, higher. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Cum in me, Leon.”

He groaned at that. “Shit—You sure?”

You would’ve fucking begged for it if he wanted you to. “Yes! Yes, please!”

And he did. He unloaded his cum into your cunt, filling you as he moaned into your ear. The feeling alone brought you to your second orgasm. You saw stars and Leon groaned deeply before pulling out.

He kissed the tip of your nose, pulled his sweatpants up, and got a cloth and wet it with warm water. You giggled at the whole thing. Not because you found it funny, but rather that you found it adorable. And so completely right. You and Leon took care of each other. That’s what you do.

After he cleaned you up and put your shorts back on you, he pulled you in close to him by your waist, your arms found their way to his neck once again. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Let’s go out for dinner tonight? On a date?”

You beamed, mind filled with ecstasy and excitement, “Of course, Lee.”

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 📁 ꒰ leon kennedy ! ⊹˚. ♡ ꒱ #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil remake #resident evil 2 #re2 remake #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #smut #reader insert #saintlulls

[red-might-be-dead]

hello hi here to force strange thoughts into your brain once again, this time about jrwi (wow who could’ve guessed)

been thinking about this for a little but it’s basically what i think some campaigns would be if not podcasts, i haven’t listened to some of the older ones so i’m sorry they’re not on here :(( if you have any ideas feel free to add them btw :DD

RIPTIDE!!!!! - really long animated series

not an anime though, no matter how much grizzly wants it, it would be an animation style where the characters could have very clearly different nose, face and body shapes, really pushing my riptide nose agenda here sorry, each episode would be like 20-40 minutes long and instead of coming out in seasons there would be massive gaps in between episodes, from 2-6 months long, to leave time for writers and animators to get stuff done (massive team of animators btw, i feel like it would be pretty successful)

PRIME DEFENDERS!! - comics

literally nothing else they could be, just really well made, well performing comics (i’ve already talked about this before you can stalk my talk tag if you really want to find it lmao), the comic company making them would be keeping well away from movies n shit btw

APOTHEOSIS!!! - i wasn’t really sure about this one to be honest

i had to ask my friend and she said anime which i don’t agree with but i can see it, i think maybe a short book series where each book is 150 - 300 pages and is about a different god they have to kill/a different episode, i think that works but if anyone has any better ideas please tell me :D!!

BLOOD IN THE BAYOU!!! - i hate to say it, i really do…

bitb would be a really long really good 80s horror book with strong homoerotic undertones, a satisfied fanbase and lots of active members in the community making fan comics, films, writing, theories and art ect… until well after the book came out……….. and then it would be made into the most egregious and awful live action movie you have ever seen, the most awful casting (like chris pratt as officer dudes….. throws up) and even worse sfx, oh yeah and the characters would be ruined and the story would become so butchered it wouldn’t make sense, they would do some shit like cut out becky so kian just kisses some random lady (removing both a really good and well written character and a layer of kian’s character that i think is super important) and make rolan really be an evil bug spy the whole time so rand has to kill him to save the town also add in a whole new sub plot that never existed like the rand family is secretly a long line of bug alien hunters or something fucking stupid like that and the entire fanbase would murder whoever thought re-writing the story was a good idea (ahaha can you tell ive been through something like this before ahahaha, character morals and motives being removed and whatnot ahahahhahahaha.)

anyways………

THE SUCKENING!!! - live action series

it would be well made though, unlike the bitb movie it would be its own original thing, have great makeup and effects also be well casted and well shot, well written, ect ect, it would bloody and gory and not suitable for people who can’t handle showing bones and organs all over everywhere, lots of shitty rip off merch would be made though and the fandom would be 99% gay little freaks (normal suckening enjoyers) and 1% homophobic straight white men who get mad whenever they see soda and emizel having gay sex on screen or whatever fag shit that biting thing was

again feel free to add your thoughts and ideas and shit in the reblogs it would be nice to read them :DD!!

#red rambles relentlessly #jrwi show #jrwi pd #the suckening #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi bitb #jrwi spoilers #jrwi the suckening #jrwi prime defenders #bitb spoilers #suckening spoilers #i think i wrote some shit that could be considered spoilers in those two sections #definitely the bitb one #which i definitely didn’t base around a certain netflix adaptation of one of my old favourite books cough cough #I HATE THAT FILM SO MUCH WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO SOPHIES CHARACTER SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BITCH STOP TRYING TO MAKE HER NICE #anyways like maybe one person who sees this post will know what that’s referencing #and i will admit the books weren’t perfect but at least the characterisation made sense

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Your writing is some of my favourite but I need my fill of Swiss fics!!!!! Can I request either smut or fluff with our fav multi ghoul, maybe reader being horny after seeing him during a ritual (he’s been so feral. He kills me.) , female reader pleaseeeee🖤🖤

“lights, camera, action”

❤︎ synopsis — after a rather risqué performance from swiss, you’re left needy and aching for some love… luckily, he’s there to fix that for you

pairing: swiss ghoul x fem!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: yayyy i get to write a fic for swiss!! thanks so much for the request. i got a little nasty with this one, so i hope you enjoy <33

cw: nsfw content. dirty talk. slight degradation. biting. fingering. tail fucking. tit worshipping. oral sex (f receiving, only at the end). bickering between reader and swiss during sex

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coming home from that breathtaking ritual was truly an experience to say the least. y/n stretched her arms and let out a couple of yawns as she settled into her apartment.

what a night to remember. oh that was truly a wonderful show. y/n knew it was so worth it, especially since she got to see her most favorite ghoul on stage.

oh swiss, he just knew how to put on a show.

as y/n was about to tune in for the night, she felt an otherworldly presence sneak into her humble abode. curious, ghoulish eyes piqued from behind her back, and she already knew who it was, smiling from his sudden appearance.

“missed me that much, eh?”

“of course i did, you little tease…”

the multi ghoul let out an affectionate purr and hugged his lover from behind. y/n just let out an amused giggle, holding onto her ghoulish partner’s arms while he rested his chin on her head.

swiss’ purrs emitted vibrations that indicated his excitement upon seeing y/n, just showing how much he loved her. it’s been a long tour, going through venue after venue it’s about time swiss is able to rewind with his most favorite person in the whole world.

“did you like it?” swiss asked with an almost knowing tone, his tail moving to wrap around y/n’s waist tenderly.

y/n knew that tone of voice anywhere.

she just snickered, almost amused by how clingy her lover was. “like what?”

“oh you know, the performance.” swiss confirmed with a smirk dawning on his face. “the performance i made specifically for you, babe?”

how could y/n forget? oh she just couldn’t. that little tease of a multi ghoul, he knew exactly what he was doing on stage.

grinding down on the stage, moving his fingers in such a provocative way, dancing so damn suggestively that any girl who could’ve been watching probably had their panties dropped to the floor.

oh and his vocals. it was the cherry on top. it was like swiss was just entrancing people with his very performance, charming them with just his sheer charisma and beauty. swiss knows he’s hot shit, and he puts that to his advantage so well.

the colorful lights were all drawn to him, cameras capturing every move and lyric, and the actions of his performance drove everyone wild. it really was a spell cast on the audience.

but of course, swiss caters his performance specifically for his beloved.

“oh honey, how could i forget?” y/n spoke almost suavely, her fingers tracing over swiss’ arm, drawing patterns along his veins. “you were so… daring tonight, my love. it was quite exhilarating.”

swiss smirked, a toothy yet flirty grin present on his face. his tail moved around her waist and snaked between her thighs, keeping his grip from behind y/n strong and tight.

“mmmh.. good to know you enjoyed it. i did some extra special movements for you.” swiss whispered huskily, his mouth nipping at her earlobe lovingly while his tail tightened around the plush of her thigh.

“all for you to see…” he rasped out, practically panting.

y/n gasped at these actions, noticing how touchy swiss was getting. she could sense his heat catalyzing off of her own. the spade of his tail crept under her skirt, and she just sighed deeply.

swiss was able to sense how… worked up y/n was from his performance. i mean, can you blame the gal? the way swiss moved in such a hypnotizing way… goddamn was it arousing.

but the scent of y/n’s arousal only served to awaken swiss’ demonic instinct, the instinct that screamed for swiss to fuck every fiber of his being into the very person that caused him to experience such heat.

she just let out a soft moan when swiss’ tail moved further up her skirt. “nngh… getting excited now are we?”

“heh… you’re one to talk.. you were the one getting horny over my singing and dancing in the pit.” swiss retorted back in a raspy tone, his voice already dripping with desire. “it’s your fucking fault that i’m like this right now.”

y/n only let out a lusty chuckle, grinding her ass teasingly into the hardened tent inside of swiss’ pants, making the multi ghoul let out a loud, guttural groan from the friction.

“heh.. my my… you’re acting like a little bunny in heat. damn swiss… you’re so horny just from my presence.” y/n teased, knowing damn well it was her own hormones that caused swiss to be acting the way he was.

it wasn’t swiss’ fault that the very woman before him was so goddamn sexy. he was a reactive demon too, so of course getting a whiff of that promiscuous scent catalyzing off of her body was going to get the multi ghoul’s pants wet and his mouth salivating from pure, carnal desire.

“fuck you, you know it’s your fault.” swiss grunted out, pulling y/n back into his lap as he sat on her bed, forcing her to stay on him. “you just know how to get my dick hard.”

“damn right i do, because i know i’m just that good at making you so horny.” she snickered.

swiss sneered and let out a scoff, the smooth skin of his tail rubbing against y/n’s wet panties, making her sigh heavenly from it.

“tch, and you’re making fun of me for being rock hard. look at yourself, you’re practically dripping a river all over yourself.” he jeered teasingly, making y/n roll her eyes.

“literally go fuck yourself.”

“nah, i would prefer it if it were your hands on my cock instead of my own.”

y/n was about to shoot back another smartass comment, but the spade of swiss’ tail prodded at her slick entrance, penetrating her hole through her soaking laced underwear.

“ah fuck!”

“ahh there we go, there’s that needy little fuckhole.”

y/n’s hastened breathes quickly morphed into moans of pure delight and bliss. the fabric of her silky panties brushed against the sensitive skin of her pussy while swiss fucked his tail into her.

“such a tight little slut you are, just the way i like it.” swiss growled into y/n’s ear, one of his hands slipping underneath her shirt and massaging her breast.

he let out a groan when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“and no bra too? damn… someone’s been feeling extra naughty tonight~” his voice was filled with nothing but promiscuous delight, and the look in y/n’s eyes fueled that itching hunger.

“didn’t feel like it.” she answered simply, almost innocently too, but y/n was definitely far from innocent.

“what a bad girl.” swiss chided, continuing to rub her breast while his tail slowly moved in and out of her slick hole. “i love it.”

y/n’s signature smirk appeared on her face again.

“you’re such a freak, swiss.”

“fuck yeah i am, and now you’re stuck with me to deal with it.”

she just chuckled. “what? you’re gonna give me a show or something?”

he only scoffed in response, as if he was being challenged. “oh you bet your ass i’m gonna give you a show to remember.”

the multi ghoul nipped at the skin of y/n’s neck and plunged his tail deeper into her pulsing walls, feeling every inch of her sensitive muscles constrict around his tail while he worshipped her tits.

“so you better sit still and look pretty while i fuck every thought out of you, because this will be a night you will never forget.”

every touch on y/n’s body sent electrifying shockwaves of pleasure up and down her body. she couldn’t resist those angelic sounding moans coming out of her lips.

“g-god fuuuck swiss…” she managed to sigh out in an almost entranced manner.

swiss cursed underneath his breath and unbuttoned her blouse with his other hand, exposing her perky, hardened nipples that swiss was flicking with his fingers.

“shit, you’re so goddamn tight around me, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” he snickered, groaning in satisfaction as he felt y/n’s dripping wet cunt tighten around his tail.

he trailed his demonic claws down gently down y/n’s body, tracing invisible lines across her delicate skin as his fingers neared her entrance. swiss hummed, and used his fingers to roll her sensitive clit between them, eliciting higher pitched gasps from her.

“ah… ahh! nngh!” y/n moaned shamelessly.

“there we go… don’t stop making those slutty sounds.” swiss rasped out, moving one hand to massage y/n’s spongy pussy while the other kept rubbing her breasts.

his tail kept on moving in and out of her sex, some of the dripping liquids lubing up his tail. he just sighed at the feeling, and slowly moved his fingers to curl inside of y/n’s cunt.

she couldn’t hold back those sinful moans from that one.

swiss was definitely putting on one hell of a performance for both him and y/n tonight. and it was certainly a deceptive dance of kinky desires.

“fuck! swiss! i’m gonna cum! m’gonna cum!” y/n babbled out almost incoherently, and swiss only but into her neck harder.

“do it. cum all over my fucking tail like the dirty whore you are.” swiss degraded, each cutting word only getting y/n more aroused.

staying seated in swiss’ lap, y/n’s body convulsed wildly and she threw her head back on swiss’ shoulder, letting out a sheer cry of pure euphoria as she orgasmed all over swiss’ tail and fingers.

her slick and sticky cum creamed all over the ghoul’s tail, and he purred in delight, slowly pulling his tail out of her slippery cunny, a trail of cum and fluids dripping from the hole. her panties was hanging off of the side of her leg, slipping from underneath her skirt.

what an erotic sight it was.

swiss let out a soft chirp of happiness and ran his fingers through her soft hair affectionately, allowing for y/n to catch her breath.

“good job, honey… you did so good..” swiss praised, hoisting up y/n into his lap while he cradled her.

he was treating her like a delicate flower, which was a complete contrast to his rather quick and hard finger movements, but y/n liked this tender side to swiss.

“now that’s what i call a performance…” y/n uttered out breathlessly, giving swiss a lopsided smile from behind, and he just chuckled.

“oh baby… that was just a taste, a preview. there’s so much more before we even get to the encore.”

y/n was visibly interested by these words, turning around to give swiss that same old naughty look.

taking this as an invitation, swiss smirked and moved his body slowly, his movement smooth and precise, like a predator eyeing its prey.

swiss practically slithered between her legs, his head dipping underneath her skirt and his strong arms wrapping around y/n’s thighs to keep her in place. she let out an excited little giggle, watching swiss’ horns poke up from underneath her skirt.

“round two?” y/n asked deviously, lifting up her skirt to meet swiss’ gaze.

the multi ghoul only returned that lustful grin, sticking his tongue out at her teasingly.

“round two.” he repeated, reaffirming her words.

swiss dived his head between her legs, lapping at her cunt while he listened to her erotic, yet melodic moans.

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[boyfhee]

⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 21 : how are you so sure

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

w : angst ( 1.7k )

note : haha enjoy my slayers. can u tell i didn't want to write this?

you and riki are at the bakery again, and this time, it doesn’t feel like a place you used to like ever since you moved to korea. the walls look as if they’re ready to cave in any second, and you’re here suffocating in the silence. 

“you can order something if you want,” he says finally, and they’re not the words you came here for. you’ve been waiting for this moment of truth for weeks and right now, riki can’t even look in your eyes while speaking. 

“if you’re worried about me, it’s fi—” 

“riki,” you sigh, half annoyed. procrastination isn’t what you’re looking for right now. “just tell me,” and you know the two of you have wasted enough time, which hasn’t resulted in anything better. if avoiding the truth had been beneficial, you would’ve won this game long ago. 

“well, what do you want me to tell?” you hate the confidence in his voice. it scares you. his voice is faint but oddly stern, as if he’s scared but not of the truth, not of whatever consequences his actions could bring, but instead, he’s scared of what’s going inside your head. you’re unpredictable, riki never had the luxury of reading you like an open book. it eats him inside out to not know what you’re thinking. the fear that has been replicating inside the marrow of his bone is now diffusing into the blood.  

but the stern look on his face still makes you uneasy. it makes him look right, and that certainly puts you in the wrong. 

“the date with miya?” you say nonchalantly. 

and riki sends you a look of confusion. “what date?” 

“i’m here to hear things from your mouth, riki,” you lean back on the chair, letting your pride play its part. “if i had to answer the questions myself, i wouldn’t have come here,” 

“yeah, well, you are hearing it from me; i don’t know what you’re talking about,” there’s a hint of annoyance in his voice, a pinch of unawareness. and then his mind goes back to the day you saw him at the bakery with miya, and suddenly things start falling into place. “i went to the bakery because she asked to see me. she said she would deny the dating statement and wanted to meet,” 

your hands are getting colder. your face is turning paler, you could feel your heart aching, afraid it would stop beating any minute soon. 

“and the texts about being at the gym?” you hesitate, a little unsure if you really want the answer to that question. 

“i never sent them,” and it’s a response that shows you the depths of the mistakes that you’ve made out of impulse and assumptions. “i went to see miya, to try to convince her to deny the rumours. i went to pay and left my phone on the table. i don’t know how she knew the passcode,” 

“by the time i could explain things to you, i realised it was too late. so, i decided to handle everything on my own,” his first mistake, he registered it in his head. “when i found out what she was doing, i stopped talking to her,”

it honestly didn’t make sense to him. it would be a lie to say riki didn’t trust miya. she was nice, friendly, welcoming, and treated him well. he had hoped for days the three of you would hang out together, but he never understood why you never liked her, or why no one from enhypen ever liked her. it never made sense while he had time in his hands, and when he saw the clearer picture, riki realised that the time had already slipped through the cracks of his hands. 

“i—” as for you, you were busy fighting your own demons. “you could’ve told me, ‘ki,” now that you know the truth, how were you supposed to live on knowing he never did anything wrong? 

how were you going to move on knowing you doubted him for things he didn’t do?

“i know,” 

“then, why didn’t you?”you notice the way his eyes widen in disbelief when you raise your voice. “you knew things were getting out of hand yet and you still didn’t try to explain it to me. i don’t know what to make out of this,”  

“i didn’t try to explain, and you? were you willing to listen, yn?” and now, he was raising his voice. you didn’t mind, it made the two of you equal. you like the sound of that, being equal and being equally responsible. “did you not outright ignore me everytime i told you that we needed to talk?” 

“don’t put this on me,” 

“you talk about all of our problems with jungwon and jay and everyone else, but me. you could’ve texted me instead of jungwon every time you had doubts, but you didn’t.” you want to talk back, your first instinct is to prove him wrong, but can you really? 

and, how were you going to live knowing you made the same mistake that you’ve been hoping he wouldn’t make?

the truth can be avoided but only for so long. somewhere inside, you knew talking to riki would solve every problem the two of you were having, but insecurities got the best of you, and you were never the bravest one in the crowd. confrontations were scary, you had jungwon. it seemed like the perfect excuse to not talk to riki and solve things on your own.

“did you do it?” but maybe, it was time for you to ask the questions that have been cluttering your mind for quite a few days now. 

“do what?” 

“i don’t want to say it,” a pause, and then : “you know what i’m talking about,” maybe, it’s your way of making yourself feel better. your version of ignorance and avoiding problems. while you’re sitting here with every possibility in your hand pointing against the assumptions you had made about riki, a part of you tells you that your instincts were never all wrong. 

“yn,” he whispers in disbelief. 

“just answer me riki, did you date miya behind my back or not?” and riki doesn’t know but it hurts you more to have this conversation with him. 

riki couldn’t believe your words for a brief moment. maybe, he’s hearing things, perhaps it’s the lack of sleep getting to him. sure, his relationship was on the verge of tearing apart, but never in his nightmares did he even expect to see a day where you would ask this question. you had the right, of course, he knew you had your doubts. he knew a day like this would come, but hearing you say it feels like taking a dagger to his heart. “i didn’t, god, i can’t even think of doing that, not even in my dreams, never.” 

“how are you so sure?”

“because i love you,” he doesn’t wait a second before answering. “you’re the one i’m in love with and i can’t picture myself with someone else,” for some reason, you don’t know, his words don’t feel genuine anymore. you remember all the times he has told you the same words and the effect they had on you. you remember the nights you couldn’t sleep after reading the sweet nothing he sent you over text, the days you were out of your mind because of him. that is the kind of love you have experienced. so, anything less doesn’t feel real. words that don’t make you feel the same way don’t sound genuine anymore. 

you take your time. a minute, another, and then another, and with every second passing in silence, it gets harder for him to breathe. you think it’s fine, you’ve been through this and you know he has too. had it been some other day, you would’ve trusted his words. if he had said it to you anytime sooner, you would’ve believed him. you think you still do, just not enough, not the way you would’ve if he had told those words before the very moment you were drowning in. 

“i trust you,” a despairing sigh leaves your mouth. “i think i do,” 

“are we okay?” and his words are full of hope. 

“i don’t know,” it’s a clear-cut reply, no doubts, no questions. you aren’t certain of anything at this point. you see blue, fear creeping on your skin, finger tips dripping with guilt. there’s a question you’ve been wearing on your sleeves for months now. “riki, was there a point when you had feelings for miya?” 

“what are you even—”

“yes or no?” you are sort of hoping he’d say yes. it would make the two of you equally responsible if your relationship falls apart, but that would be worse. you don’t think you can handle hearing that, because right now, you’re holding back your tears, the look in his eyes resembles a certain emotion. it’s guilt, and in his silence, you get your answer. 

you aren’t in the right here. you’re not the only victim. the damages incurred are for both of you to handle, the responsibility is shared, but it feels like you’re paying a higher cost, because now that you know riki had feelings for miya while dating you, everything feels like a lie. every word, every hug, every kiss, it reminds you of the mere possibility that he was thinking about her while making promises with you that he knew were supposed to be broken. 

the love he gave suddenly doesn’t feel like yours to keep anymore. and the thought of it is making you suffocate. 

and, you realise leaving is better for the both of you.

is this the end of you two? maybe, maybe not. you had imagined how it would be— tears, apologies, anger. not like this, not in confusion and regret, not with the fear of everything being a lie rotting your flesh inside. he cheated but he also didn’t, you cheated but without having feelings for jungwon.

so, you ask yourself again, is this really the end?

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Life’s Creation and Love’s Manifestation (Dr ratio x reader)- Chapter 4: Late Appraisal

Summary: Your promotion as one of the heads of the Security Department at Herta’s Station was full of many headaches, one of the biggest being a visiting scholar from the Intelligentsia Guild, and delegate of the IPC, Dr. Ratio.

When you were forced to team up with him to solve several crises emerging at the Station, how will your tense relationship change? And what exactly is the Doctor hiding?

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A/N: You can probably tell I’m pretty tired by the writing + shorter chapter, but I wanted to get something out. The original draft was longer but I wasn’t happy with the later half, so I thought I would just for with a smaller chapter this time and keep working at the later half for a better finished produce. This mainly serves as a transitional chapter anyway, with more action expected in the next one.

You know that stereotype where fanfic authors literally go through the craziest shit when they’re writing? Well the last few weeks I won my first trial as a law student, got a few good resolution for other clients all at once, ans started getting closer with my crush. So… I’ve been pretty busy as you can see lol. I have a term break in a few weeks, which is likely when the next chapter will come out, and where I will try to pre-write another chapter or two. Thank you all for being patient with the delay!

Chapter 4: Late Appraisal (3.8k+ words)

“I just don’t understand how this even happened!” you watched the short white-haired man pace around Herta’s office, his forehead crinkled in concentration and mouth twisted into a worried frown. You felt your head pulse with each of his footsteps, thumping in beat with the heavy taps of his feet on the tile floor, the ache getting worse with each motion he made. Aeons, you wish they never found you napping in the Seclusion Zone. At least then you could’ve dealt with your hangover in peace and quiet, “How could multiple researchers and a Herta puppet all go missing in one afternoon? Especially with our upgraded security! It just makes no sense.”

“If you let me go look at the security system, I could tell you,” you deadpanned, eyes trailing over to the office door briefly, as if contemplating some way to escape, before flickering back to your boss, “I don’t even get why you called me here, aren’t we wasting time with this meeting when we could be trying to fix things?”

“Wasting time?” Arlan rebutted, stopping his pacing and crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, giving you little hope of making your escape from the office, “You know what’s a waste of time? Trying to track you down just to find out you were passed out drunk in the Seclusion Zone! Do you know how much time we wasted just trying to find you?”

“It was literally my day off, Arlan,” you huffed in reply, mirroring his stance by crossing your own arms over your chest, “I don’t have to tell you where I am all the time. Not anymore at least.” You let the implication of the words hang in the air, something that didn’t go over well with your usually mellow boss, who seemed to be getting angrier by the minute. But hey, if he was gonna push your buttons, you weren’t just gonna sit there and take it. 

“We’re in an emergency, Y/N!” he practically shouted at you, “It doesn’t matter if it's your day off! What would’ve you done if it was your day off when the Legion attacked? Stayed in your room and brushed it off?” You felt your body stiffen at his words, arms moving from their crossed state to hang loosely at your sides. You hated this; when you argued, when he used his knowledge of you and what would set you off for his own advantage. It was almost downright cruel. 

“Don’t talk about the Legion attack,” your reply was quick, emotionless as if you were trying to avoid thinking of it yourself, “You know that’s different. A lot different.” At this point, you were willing to run out of the Herta’s Office, meeting be damned. The ache in your head paused for a moment replaced by a dull pain in your chest, mind swirling with thoughts you’d rather forget. You were almost afraid of how you appeared to your boss right now. 

You watched Arlan’s eyes for the shift in emotion, hoping, praying that he was able to see where you were coming from. You saw it for a moment, like a flicker of hope burning within his purple orbs, before he blinked, sending the sympathy away from wherever it came from, “Is it though? For all we know, all of those researchers are dead! Adler could be dead!” You clenched your fist at the mention of the boy, the pounding in your head seeming to grow again. 

“I get it!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air in frustration, “Which is why I wanna look at the security system to see how this happened! But instead were here arguing about stupid shit that doesn’t matter right now!” You watched as he began to pace around Herta’s office again, Herta’s holographic image of herself staring at the both of you, along with the other genius society portraits, as if they all were looking down on this conversation too. You couldn’t blame them. 

“You know why were having this conversation,” Arlan was quieter now, but still stern, “We needed you, and you there was no way to contact you!” He let out a shaky sigh before talking again, “We even started to think you were taken too!” You took a deep breath, attempting to let the anger inside of you simmer down at the genuine tone of his voice. 

“I already know that,” you sighed, “ Screwllum told me it all when he came to wake me up,” you raised an eyebrow, “You should’ve asked him sooner, I mean,” you tugged on your button-down shirt, holding back a wince at how the sudden action made your head pound harder, “You already know our relationship. If anyone knew where I was, it would be him” You released the shirt, begrudgingly moving a hand to hold your head now, unable to pretend that you didn’t feel like shit any longer. Arlan looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read; disgust? Pity? You’d honestly rather not know. 

“How much did you drink yesterday?” Arlan asked you, pausing his pacing again to change the subject, his expression still holding anger, but voice quiet, as if he was preparing to hear bad news. You thought about putting up a fuss for a moment, but sighed, preparing yourself to relent on this point, as if the alcohol was holding you back from hiding the extent of your poor state. 

“A bottle of wine,” you said simply, crossing your arms across your chest again. You almost looked stupid, standing in the office in your sweatpants and Screwllum’s shirt, confessing your problems, while Arlan stared back at you in proper uniform, leaving the power imbalance between you two evident visually and audibly,  “And a bit of Vodka,” you left the part about the vodka being in your water bottle unspoken, not prepared to deal his rant on that topic that the two of you had gone through hundreds of times before, though the pitying look on his face told you that he already knew.

“You really have to stop this,” Arlan said, voice losing the anger now, holding nothing but pity. Honestly, you preferred him angry. When Arlan became sentimental and looked at you like you were a lost cause or some sort of fuck up, for some reason nothing in the world felt worse. You didn’t know what it was; the way his lips curved into a frown like no other he ever displayed, or how his big eyes became downturned, a flicker of pain etched onto them and the rest of his features, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself…”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” you stared into his pitying eyes, hand from your head moving back to your side as you forced both your features and stance into neutrality as if that would fight off the emotions that threatened to spill from you.

“You don’t have a choice,” he said firmly, though not unkindly, “You know what I think about your drinking… what Asta thinks,” he let that name hang in the air for a moment, sending a shiver down your spine that made you wince, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by your boss. Arlan sighed, the sternness from before fading away into his usual kind demeanour, “You know I can’t control what you do; you’re an adult. But when your drinking gets in the way of your job; when you pass out somewhere where we can’t find you when we need you, thats when it becomes an issue.”

“Arlan,” you spoke his name, whether in warning for him to stop, or in frustration at the change in track of conversation, you couldn’t say.

“You know the Station is vulnerable after the attack… you know it better than anyone,” he said softly, “So we need you to be at 100% all the time… I know I already extended your hours after the whole incident from a few days ago,” you gritted your teeth at the previous punishment you had received due to your actions on the night that the stupid alcaster face bastard arrived, “but I don’t think that’s enough for what we need from you right now.”

“What are you suggesting?” you huffed, tapping a finger against your thigh impatiently. It clearly wasn’t the first time you received punishment and definitely wouldn’t be the last. At least that was something familiar in your life, you mused - at least something in your life could follow a steady routine. 

“... You can’t drink any alcohol for the rest of the month,” he said firmly, quickly speaking again when he saw you open your mouth in protest, “Okay, maybe not the month… but at least until we get the researchers back and solve the confidence issues… I need you sober right now, Y/N.”

“You know its not that easy to just… stop,” you muttered, eyes moving to look at your feet. Even now, early in the morning, probably a bit over 12 hours from your last drink, you felt jittery, like you needed something to quell your nerves. Without the alcohol, and even with the pounding head, things were too… vivid, real. It was overwhelming to experience the sensations in the world how they were meant to be seen without the dull drag of a foggy blanket taking over your mind. How were you supposed to go a few days like this? 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, catching your glance as you looked back at him, “I don’t have a choice right now… let's talk more later, go, try to figure out why the security system went down last night.”

You opened your mouth, as if to respond, but allowed it to close again, turning your back to the man, “Whatever… talk to you later… Brother Arlan,” you left Herta’s office before he could respond to your use of his common teasing nickname around the station, not being in the mood to deal with another yelling match today. You unceremoniously slam the door behind you before you practically drag your body towards the elevator. Around you, you could hear the panicked gossip of various researchers, a sound that did nothing to calm the pounded headache that continued to make every movement a hassle. Part of you thought about talking to them - telling them that everything was under control. 

The other part of you recognized that you probably looked like a hot mess right now, and didn’t bother. They already didn’t trust you anyway - you weren’t stupid. If anything, approaching them would probably make things worse than it already was. So, you dragged your body down the stairs, onto the main floor of the master control zone and to the elevator, fully intent on not acknowledging anyone’s existence. 

It was only the sniffles of one specific person that made you do a double-take before you could press the button to call the elevator. Wen Shiling was a few feet behind you, trying to hide her sobs in her sleeve, but failing to do so, her small body physically shaking, evident even from your distance away from her. It was times like these when you wondered how children were even allowed to be researchers on this Station in the first place - it made you wonder how they could handle the stress that even you struggled to deal with. You paused, mind flickering between Wen Shiling and the elevator, sighing when you ultimately decided on the former, trudging your quiet body towards hers.

“Wen Shiling?” you spoke softly, bending down to be closer to her height, the action paining your head. Honestly, with your hangover and usual tone of conversation, you really had no idea how to approach comforting her… or anyone really, “What’s wrong sweetie, are you okay?” you hesitated before reaching a hand out, touching her gently on the shoulder. Her eyes seemed to water as she took in your form, a long sob escaping her lips. She looked from your hand to you, as if contemplated whether she wanted to move away, though she kept herself firmly planted in place. 

“No, I’m mad!” she cried, wiping her teary eyes on her sleeve. She offered you know no other words, too focused on stifling her sobs, which were still obnoxiously loud. You resisted the urge to cover your ears to block out the noise despite her cries doing nothing to soothe your headache. You gently rubbed your hand up and down her back, hoping that it offered some form of comfort to the girl. 

Though she wasn’t clear about the source of her anger, it was clear enough to guess, “You don’t have to worry about Adler, we’ll definitely bring him back soon.” Of course you left out the part where you had no idea where the little boy was or if he was even alive… but you really didn’t want to get into discussing the philosophy of life and death with a eight year old. Your mind flickered to Adler’s stupid book you had borrowed, the one you hadn’t cracked open since the night your… enjoyable evening with Screwllum was interrupted by the damned doctor you had been forced to accommodate. What if you never saw him again… what if he never got to talk to you about the book? You internally shook your head, focusing again on Wen Shiling in front of you. Aeons, if only you could have a drink to take the edge off…

“I don’t want him back… he’s stupid!” she sobbed again. You tried not to cringe at the snot covering the sleeves of her dress, forcing yourself to focus on her words, “He doesn’t talk to me and then disappears…! I don’t even want him here!”

“I’m sure he was just busy,” you attempt to soothe the girl, cursing the Aeons for failing to give you skills in soothing children. Deciding your ability to comfort children was lacking, you decided to only logically thing you could do was change your tone to match your usual personality, “You know, once we get him back I’m sure he’ll be sorry for how he treated you. That’ll serve him right, huh?.”

“He’ll be sorry?” she echoed your words, blinking dumbly up at you. You nodded in encouragement, hoping that you finally found some method to calm her crying. You forced yourself to plaster the a smile on your face, as if everything was fine and you weren’t currently feeling like death from a hangover and dealing with the aftermath of another invasion and your alcohol problem all at the same time. 

“Of course! Im sure we can even make him take an afternoon off his stupid ecology research,” you said with smirk, happy to at least let your genuine thoughts shine through for a moment before the inevitable hours of seriousness ahead, “I heard he’s horrible at board games, we could force him to play one beat him to a pulp.”

Wen Shiling smiled a bit, though her frown returned soon after, “Big sis… Can I ask you something? But you have to tell me the truth.”

Feeling like you were getting the farthest using your typical personality, you let your genuine thoughts ring through in your answer “Sure, I’m not a liar,” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest, “what’s up?”

“…” she hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Do you really think Adler is okay? … You think we’ll find him?” You stared at her for a moment, taking in her big brown tearful eyes and the snotty sleeves on her dress, an expression mixed with hopefulness and worry plastered all over her features. You forced a confident smirk on your face, placing your hands on your hips in mock confidence.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” 

It wasn’t your first time lying to a kid, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last either. 

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Your head continued to pound as the elevator descended, countless sounds filling your head. Arlan’s yelling… Wen Shiling’s crying… it all fluttered around your brain like snow, casting an endless stream of emotions on your already overwhelmed brain. Your mind drifted to your water bottle which you knew sat on your desk in your room… would Arlan even know if you took a sip from it… He couldn’t right? How would he? There was no way he could actually expect to accurately record your sobriety, you thought to yourself. No, you just had to be sneaky with it - a few sips here and there to quell your thoughts… thats all you would need… just something to take the edge off. Even the thought of the alcohol seemed to quiet your brain, like a blanket may drive off heat on a cold night. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would realize how worrisome your thoughts truly were… but right now you really didn’t care.

“When an elevator arrives at its destination, you are expected to dismount it,” you blinked back into focus at the familiar irritating voice, eyes falling on to the Doctor. Dressed in his usual clothes, though lacking his alabaster head, he stared at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were some sort of unusual specimen in his lab. In all honesty, you couldn’t blame him. You hadn’t even realized your elevator had arrived at the floor with everyone’s personal quarters, too caught up in your thoughts to notice, which left you standing blankly forward despite the door already having opened. 

“And when someone doesn’t get out, you’re expected to politely address them, not be a snarky asshole,” you shot back, forcing yourself to leave the elevator. Not ready to end the conversation, but not wanting the elevator to go away, the Doctor stepped inside, pressing the door open button.

“Your insults lack creativity when you are hung over,” he deadpanned, sighing - whether in disappointment or disgust, you didn’t know, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. I was looking for you, you need to come with me.”

You rose an eyebrow at the Doctor, “Uh, kinda in the middle of trying to solve a crisis right now,” you deadpanned, “I’m sure you’ve heard about it… ya know, missing researchers, faulty security system. Don’t really have time for whatever bullshit you’re up to right now.”

“You wound me,” he states, though his face shows no sign of any emotion, “Since when do I act without purpose?” He looked at you with disgust, as if he was shocked at the suggestion, “Of course I am aware of the current predicament and I wish to help you.” 

You cock an eyebrow at him, arms crossed in front of your chest, “And why would you do that exactly? What’s in it for you?” skepticism dripped from your tone, a fact that you knew was all too apparent for the Doctor, who met your gaze defiantly, “Literally all you’ve done since getting here is be a pain in the ass and then almost get me killed - your actions don’t really scream helpful.”

“I seem to recall I was helpful enough in procuring wine for you and allowing you to sleep in my presence,” he smirked cockily, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, “Or do actions such as those not qualify as helpful in your dictionary?”

“The only thing that helped with is getting me chewed out by my boss, so thanks for that I guess, what a help you are,” you rolled your eyes, tempted to walk away, but for some reason forcing yourself to stay put, “I don’t know what the hell was in that wine you gave me, but I swear I’m not usually that… clingy.” You thought you should say more, but chose to stay silent deciding you already made enough of a fool of yourself, “Honestly I don’t even remember most of the shit I did last night.”

“Alcohol interferes with one’s ability to form long term memories, such a fact is really not suprising,” he said matter-of-factly, a cocky smirk coating his features. You barley knew this man, but he seemed to always revel in the ability of making people feel dumb, “Luckily for you, I retained my own memory of the evening, if you wish to recall more.”

“I’d rather not learn more things Arlan can yell at me about, thanks,” you huffed, forcing the conversation back to its original topic, “So really, why do you wanna help me? What’s in it for you?”

“Many things really,” he said casually, finger still firmly pressing the open button on the elevator door, “The satisfaction of helping idiots some a simple problem, the joy of reuniting the researchers with their companions… or the pleasure of building a diplomatic relationship between the IPC and the Space Station as I was directed.”

“Should’ve known of course it was about the diplomacy,” you smirked at him, propping an arm next to the elevator door, “You clearly wouldn’t act kindly on your own accord. Got your own boss who you’re afraid will chew you out like mine?”

The Doctor’s face soured at the mention of a boss, “I’d rather not think of my acquaintances at the IPC, they are not the most fond people to be around.” The scowl on his face made you interested in learning more, but the Doctor was quick to change the subject, “I merely offered my assistance to Miss Asta and she accepted. The mere certitude that doing so will satisfy my companions is simply a bonus.”

“Whatever, I don’t care if Asta got you to help, I have my own work to do,” you brushed him off, turning to move away from the elevator. You were startled when a firm hand grasped your arm, preventing you from leaving. The Doctor’s skin was warm, radiating heat through Screwllum’s dress shirt. His touch mass you freeze in your tracks, glancing over your shoulder at the Doctor. 

“I’m not asking you,” he said plainly, as if disgusted that you hadn’t picked up on that sooner, “You prescene has been requested.” You felt mesmerized for a moment by his presence, the scent of his cologne filling your nose due to your close proximity. His golden eyes seemed to bore into you, as if staring into your soul. It was the first time you really took in how… handsome he looked. Of course you had noticed before… you had eyes of course, but something about how he looked at you now seemed to awaken something within you, something you were desperate to push away, while at the same time wanting to cling on to it. 

Snapping into your senses, you yank your hand from his, crossing it over your chest once more, “Requasted by who?”

“Hmmm what was the word you used for it again?” The Doctor’s hand, now free from holding your wrist, went to his chin in contemplation, “Ah yes, that’s it. A situationship. Screwllum requested your prescene.” With his other hand, he let go of open door button, allowing the door to close behind him, “We’ll see you in the Seclusion Zone.”

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In hindsight, the thing that really gets me about how things worked out during Dracula’s time playing host to Jonathan is that he could have been completely normal about, like, everything

Sure, sure, play up the eccentric elderly gentleman act, but just skip the whole ‘invade Jonathan’s privacy and give away the No Reflection problem followed by throwing his mirror out the window’ thing.

Maybe don’t actively entrap your nice solicitor friend who had, up until recently, been surprisingly chill with your general weirdness despite all the locals wailing at him to Beware Your Freaky Castle

How about using your own front door to go grocery and victim shopping instead of going scuttling in your lizard fashion? Or! OR! Turn yourself into mist like all your vampire lady friends can clearly do so as not to risk Jonathan seeing you act like a gecko on the cliffside

All these giveaways and his general spooky bullshit were entirely avoidable! Even being caught doing the housework by Jonathan could be explained away; or better yet, turned to his favor. Just say all the locals who were moaning about monsters are just so superstitious that he cannot pay anyone enough to stay on as staff (bar a certain carriage driver, but he does not have to live on the grounds). And he is not so feeble an old man that he cannot manage the company of his new friend, who has forgiven so many eccentricities of his already

Cue Jonathan ‘I Will Put Work and Manners Before My Own Life’ Harker immediately folding back on his suspicions like a deck of ashamed Victorian playing cards. To think he’d thought so ill of some lonely old man doing his best to keep up appearances for pride’s sake, his money only good in a faraway land because the place around him is so fearful of bogeymen! It would have flowed so easily from there--Dracula would’ve suckered (ha ha) him into redoubling on his social allowances, maybe even wheedled a proper introduction from the good solicitor on his return to England

Here is Count Dracula, who played attendant to a young man so below his station, simply for the sake of being a proper host. A noble! Taking care of the needs of a commoner just a half-step into the middle class! It’d read as eccentric bordering on endearing, if nothing else

But no. He had to pull the monster card at every turn. Had to play mind games. Had to actively fuck around and be a big obvious bloodsucking jerk about it.

Now, the obvious reason he decided to imprison, toy with, and ultimately promise Jonathan to his ladies as their new blood bag/boytoy is that the guy’s a sadist. Just plain old Capital E Evil. Just for giggles. Which doesn’t make sense when compared to his actions as a host. 

Because this is fucking Dracula. He could’ve broken every bone in Jonathan’s body but his right hand, forced all the information and paperwork he wanted out of the guy, and chucked him in his Girlfriend Cellar. The End

The fact that he does go out of his way to be charismatic, chatty, and caring of Jonathan’s needs and wants suggests something like a very warped earnestness. He doesn’t just want Harker for his plans. He wants Harker. Whether we go all the way down that homoerotic road with that want or not, it’s made clear in later chapters (and his own covetousness during the scene with the vampire babes) that Dracula isn’t just out to kill people off, he’s cherry-picking new members to add to his harem/collective/colony/Hematophagous Club

However bizarre or cruel or friendly*** he is about it, Dracula wants Jonathan in his thrall too.

Which, again, could have been done in a less obviously, pointlessly traumatizing way. Seeing as the Count is clearly not an idiot, this must have occurred to him too. So what the fuck happened, Vlad? My theory:

He might--might!--have originally planned to be much more lowkey about the vampire business. Maybe he even planned to let the dude go back to England, make his friendly intro of his good buddy the Count, and then get on with the biting. Instead, he got hit with the same impulse that will inevitably strike him when he get’s an eyeful of Lucy and Mina. Namely...

Dracula, pre-Jonathan: Okay, everything’s in order. No windows for the girls to get through, doors locked, rooms ready, kitchen full. Good, good. I’m ready to be extremely normal about this transaction.

Jonathan, handsome and winsome, warily trusting, radiating the hopeful good vibes of 1000 golden retrievers: Hi? <:)

Dracula, rewriting his entire game plan on the carriage ride back: Ohhh I can’t not be weird about this

#in which I ramble #honestly it could also just be about the power trip of it all #playing with a target while he's still considered a target #before the girls get to him and force him into their club #regardless he could've played it all out so much smoother #anyway #dracula #jonathan harker #dracula daily

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Satoru x Reader

Synopsis: heartbreak heartbreak heartbreak | Part 2

A/N: Wanted to write something angsty

As night approached, you found yourself waiting anxiously for Satoru to show up for your date. You had taken the time to dress up, putting effort into looking your best for him.

But as the minutes turned into an hour, Satoru was nowhere to be found, a sense of disappointment began to settle in. You texted and called him multiple times only to be left on delivered or the call going to voicemail.

You decided to text Geto, one of his close friends, and someone he usually got paired up with on missions to see if they had gotten caught up on one, hoping for some sort of explanation. You didn’t have his number, but you remembered you followed him on social media, so you knew you could text him there. Only to be hit with the explanation you were looking for, there it was: a picture of Satoru at a party, surrounded by people, a carefree smile on his face.

Anger welled up within you; there he was having fun while you looked stupid waiting for him to show up. You sent him a message, keeping your words short. "Nice to see you’re having fun," you typed, your tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and disappointment.

It was like Satoru knew something was wrong because he instantly read your message.

As he read your message, a wave of panic washed over him. How could he have forgotten about your date?

Realizing his mistake, He called, and he was relieved you picked up the call the first time. "Shit, baby, I'm so sorry. I completely lost track of time. I didn’t mean to, I swear. The guys wanted to go out. and I just—I didn’t forget, okay? I swear," he said, his words slurring out.

Finally, you spoke. "You not forgetting doesn’t help Gojo; you knew how much I wanted to spend time with each other; you could’ve least replied earlier", you said a bit harshly.

"I fucked up, okay? We can reschedule it; don’t be so dramatic about it", he said, sounding annoyed. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that made him respond like that.

You listened as the words came out of Satoru’s mouth. Were you really being dramatic? "Whatever,” you mumbled without saying anything else. You hung up on the call. How could he call you dramatic? It wasn’t the first time Satoru had stood you up on a date.

You ordered yourself an Uber home, unlocking the door to the apartment you shared with Satoru. You took your heels off and hung your coat. A part of you wished he would try calling back or had blown up your phone with messages saying how sorry he was, but he didn’t.

You tried to not let it bother you. It was past midnight now, and all you wanted to do was crash on to your bed. You took off your makeup and took a warm shower. Right as you were getting out, you heard the door handle moving around and the door being opened.

You quickly got dressed and headed out of the bedroom.

Satoru stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol clinging to his clothes. He could sense the disappointment in the air and the tension from his previous actions lingering like a thick fog.

He made his way towards you, his steps unsteady. "Baby," he slurred, his voice betraying the effects of the alcohol. "I know I messed up. I know I let you down. But I want to make it right."

He reached out to touch you, his hand trembling slightly, but you pulled away, a mix of anger and sadness etched on your face. "Satoru , you can't keep doing this," you said, your voice laced with frustration. "You can't keep hurting me and expect everything to be okay."

He winced at your words, the truth of them hitting him hard. "I know," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't want to hurt you. I want to be better, to be the partner you deserve."

Silence hung in the air, the weight of the moment almost suffocating.

You finally said, "I think it’s best we take a break". Hearing those words come out of your mouth sobered Satoru up an instant.

As your words hit him, the reality of the situation sank in.

Your words hit him like a punch. A break? The thought of being without you, even temporarily, was almost unbearable.

"No," he protested, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, baby, don't do this. I know I've messed up, but I don't want to lose you. I can't imagine my life without you."

You looked at him with a mix of sadness and resolve in your eyes. "Satoru , we need this break. We both need time to reevaluate our relationship and figure out what we truly want. It's not fair to either of us to keep going like this."

Deep down, he knew you were right. Your relationship wasn’t heading in a good direction, and the both of you needed to heal and grow individually.

"Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "If that's what you think is best, then I'll respect your decision. Just know that I do love you, Y/N".

You nodded, tears glistening in your eyes, and you both knew that this was a painful but necessary step towards finding what had made the two of you fall in love in the first place.

.

.

.

#gojo x you #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen satoru

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 22

“I still don’t know what I should do.”

Sen sighed.

“His Highness Belial is much more considerate than I had thought. If I agree to follow him to the castle, he told me he would take care of me so I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

I snorted inwardly while taking a bite out of the sandwich in my hands.

‘Take responsibility my ass.’

Who knows how much trouble it might bring if he involves himself in her business. Would a prince even have the time to protect a mere maid? Sure he would, if he plans to marry Sen that is.

“What are you pondering about? If I were His Highness Kyle, you’d be rooting for me.”

Sen clasped her hands together and looked up to me, her eyes open wide and sparkling, waiting for my answer.

I avoided her gaze as I nibbled on my fried ham and cheese sandwich.

“I’ve made up my mind, but I’m worried…… worried that I won’t be able to accomplish what I want.”

I glanced at her while licking off the bread crumbs on my finger tips. You said you wanted revenge. Why can’t you do it? Do you not have enough power?

The expression on her face looked to say that she knew that even the easiest path may also be a path full of thorns, so her worries didn’t seem to be anything about that. It may be a sense of helplessness on a more fundamental issue……

Between annoyance and curiosity, the latter got ahead of me. I made a subtle remark.

“What are you worried about? You’re smart and hardworking. Struggling from the lack of power and authority will only be temporary. The you I know will surely be able to accomplish whatever you want if you put your mind to it.”

That’s right. It hasn’t been long since we first met, but I knew this for a fact.

Sen is that kind of person. She will always go a step beyond the limits a person would set to oneself.

I could feel her determination. The determination to live on and to not stray from her own beliefs and values.

This is why I am not overly anxious about the story of this world, despite working hard to prevent Kyle’s death.

Sen can achieve everything she can possibly want to achieve without anyone’s help. In the time one would look back and regret their actions, Sen would take another step forward and eventually reach her goals.

It would’ve been better if <Winter’s Heart> was a fairytale. Everyone deserves to have the happily ever after. Sen, me, and also Kyle.

Suddenly, the contents of the original story popped up in front of me.

[“Your Majesty Belial. Could this be fate? For you, who resembles His Majesty the late Emperor, and I, who resemble my mother, to become so intertwined. Please tell me. Is this a coincidence……. or is this karma?”]

At first I couldn’t understand why this appeared. Why am I being shown something between Sen and Belial?

I know however. The system would never show me anything that wouldn’t be useful. Even the smallest details would have some sort of meaning.

[(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)]

No, not emotes. Those are usually useless.

[(´。＿。｀)]

I swiped away the emotes and carefully re-read the story contents from before.

‘Fate, coincidence, karma…….’

Human relationships can’t be neatly organized into those three categories. Belial wouldn’t be able to easily reply to a question like that. So, that shouldn’t be the point here……

Ah. Sen resembling her biological mother.

“Sen.”

I said as calmly as possible.

“Did you say that you wanted to avenge your mother?”

“Yeah. Due to some various incidents, she fell from her position from a baron family. I also heard she was once nominated for Serena. However… I’m sure you know. The nobility is always full of fights, with no knowing who started it. It could’ve been a fight for authority and everyone pretended not to know anything……”

Ah, now I understand.

There was now confidence in my voice.

“Then go.”

“Hm?

“You’ll know when you get there. Who is your enemy, who wants to get rid of you. Don’t miss anything and look around you carefully.”

Sen’s enemies will definitely recognize her. After all, she resembles her mother. They will see her and will want to erase her existence. Just like they did to her mother.

And if I were to guess from what Sen said in the story, one of those enemies would be Belial’s biological mother, the preceding Queen Serena.

“Would that be enough?”

“Of course. Also…….”

If she’s going against Belial’s mother, she definitely has to go with Belial.

The first step towards revenge is returning back after the passing of many seasons and seeing the shock on the faces of those who thought they had perfectly trampled everything down.

“Don’t let go of Belial.”

Whatever emotion it is that compels her is fine. Belial Serena Meinhardt. He will be Serena’s clue.

Sen began to ponder by herself. I couldn’t give her comforting words, but at least I conveyed the words she needed.

It seemed she decided to trust me. I’ve only shown her my suspicious and shady side, but she nodded her head with a boldly.

“Good. That’s what I’ll do.”

“You said you disliked the cold here in the North, so it worked out for you well.”

Then it seems I won’t be able to see Sen for a while. Will she be ‘Serena’ by the time we meet again, as according to her will?

No longer wishing to influence her fate, I felt that it was now time to step out of her life.

“Take care. Don’t be sick.”

“Shu.”

Sen looked at me quietly.

“Whenever you need help in the future, I will definitely come help you.”

I nodded and said yes.

It felt strange. It’s been a long time since someone told me they would help me, so those words sounded foreign to me. After my uncle ran off with all my insurance money, I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. 

“Great. Don’t even think about taking back your words when that time comes.”

I laughed.

And then I prayed. For a happy ending to come to Sen, whether it would be through fate or a miracle.

[The possibility of Sen finding the correct revenge has increased!]

[The threat to Kyle Blake’s life has been reduced.]

[Current Miracle Value 23.0%]

If the miracles of saving a person’s life could really make everything perfect, then perhaps that would really be a life like a miracle.

*

As expected, the life of a hamster is the most comfortable. No need to worry about anything and without Kyle around, I could enjoy my time on my own.

I’ve earned quite a bit of Miracle Points. I wouldn’t use them often since these points weren't permanent, but it’s still good to have them in case of emergency.

There will definitely be items like the ‘Long-Lasting Acorn Cookies’ from before that can help turn the situation around.

Let’s see…….

‘Show me everything you’ve got.’

[(⊙ˍ⊙);;;]

Why, what. Is this your first time seeing the strength of a nut?

### He is flexing the amount of Miracle Value points he has

Give me everything you’ve prepared. No, give me everything including the ones you haven’t finished preparing too. Look at me trying my hardest to do good deeds. Let’s be nice to each other, ‘kay?

‘Come to think of it, didn’t it say it had a renewal opening?’

I was curious about the other pages I couldn’t see before. Kyle hasn’t come back yet, so I could look over it slowly.

[☆*: .。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆]

[!Nut Store!]

Good, good.

[Knock Knock Pistachio Shell ｜Miracle Points 2% consumption｜1-time use Master Key. It can open any lock!]

[Sweet Almond Tart ｜Miracle Points 5% consumption｜You can transform into something else for 1 hour.]

Wow.

They’re worth as much as they’re expensive. The durations are short, but I am a ham- no a person who mastered the usage of ‘Summon’ despite its short duration.

As I tried to turn the page, another system window appeared before my eyes.

[NOW LOADING…….]

‘……Is it not completely made yet.’

Well, developing isn’t an easy task. Take your time.

While inspecting the system window thoroughly, I saw a new heart-shaped button in the right corner. What is this? Is this also a shop?

[Love Love Corner~❤]

‘Ah.’

Before I fill up my Miracle Value, I hope I can hit the system just once. I calmed down my emotions and clicked on the Love……. anyway, I clicked on it.

[Fluffy hamster yarn! ｜ ❤×1]

[Small and precious knitting needle set ｜ ❤×1]

[Try making one yourself! 79 styles of hamster clothes｜ ❤×2]

[Replica hamster to soothe the loneliness (Duration : 30 minutes) ｜ ❤×100]

This time, the currency unit was not Miracle Points

‘Heart? What is that?’

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×312]

[Products bought in the ‘Love Love Corner’ will be recognized as an ‘Item’! Both customizable and adjustable!]

When did I possess so many hearts!? I’ve never even collected them!

‘This, no way this is…….’

*

My life…….

I looked over to Kyle with a rotten expression on my face. And impressed by his affection towards me, I pushed my front paws onto the rope.

“You ride well, Cashew.”

He said with overflowing satisfaction.

I sat on a piece of wood held up by two thin ropes and swayed on it helplessly back and forth.

It was a swing that Kyle brought over.

Who bought this thing. Don’t tell me, Sen? This…… is this how you repay me back after helping you…….

[||ㄱ―||]

I know, my expression looks exactly like that emote. We both know I look like that, but only that bastard Kyle doesn’t know.

Kyle continued to push the swing I was sitting on while making noises unlike of his character.

“There you go! Try stretching your legs a bit further. You are holding on tightly to the rope right? As expected, you must be enjoying this a lot.”

―Squeak. (Stop it.)

“Sen said you’d like this, since you are such an active child always running on the hamster wheel.”

―Squeak……. (Bullshit…….)

Sen. ‘m gurnna gill you……

### “Sen. I’m going to kill you……” with clenched teeth in frustration

Doing all this doesn’t mean I’ll lose weight or form a mana stone, and yet it seems he’s already quite happy seeing me play like this. He looked truly happy and had a soft smile on his face.

“From magicians to veterinarians to a demonic beast specialist… you have no idea how much I’d do for you.”

Hearing those words, I pushed my bottom harder while letting out a deep sigh. The swing creaked and began to swing a little faster.

Kyle then let go of the swing. I pushed myself against a pillar to rock myself back and forth.

The wooden swing made cheerful and light noises as it swayed fast. Kyle was so moved seeing me shake my bottom that he began to clap.

Sigh. It sure is hard to play with you.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×320]

As long as you’re happy…….

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[grendelsmilf]

i sort of wish madi had been less charitable towards eleanor. it isn't really a flaw, but it would make sense and ground her in the world more as a character. she comes across like thomas, but thomas 1) exists as a memory, 2) had many blindspots we can pick up apart that made him a flawed a idealist. madi is just fucking right. she deserved to be as pissed as flint about it.

right like thomas seems like a good guy who means well but his ideals straight up suck and that is shown to us again and again throughout the show to the point that flint ultimately refuses the pardons and strives to dismantle the british empire altogether. i see him as representing flint’s initial naïveté and selfishness that he has to continually work to excise across the show. like you said, he represents a flawed ideal. he’s barely a character in his own right.

whereas madi is a character, but her ideals are correct and she is an excellent communicator and exceedingly brave and gracious and kind and beautiful and poised. so it’s like. well okay. is her only “flaw” just having put her trust in a guy whose whole deal is that he knows exactly how to comport himself to make himself likable in any situation??? doesn’t really seem like a major flaw, especially considering that they first bond over her showing him genuine empathy and concern over his actual pain. like she’s literally perfect.

i think if we had seen her interact with people besides flint and silver more, her character could’ve been fleshed out more so that she felt like a real human being instead of just some irreproachable goddess. like if she had ever talked to max(!!!), for example. or spent more time in her home discussing various practical approaches to their revolution, such as with julian. i do actually like that she’s gracious to eleanor (to a point) because it also clearly comes from a place of pity and she’s kind of petty about it, which does illustrate how some of madi’s virtues could also conceal. well not flaws, per se, but just like. actually human emotions.

but really i just wish they’d given her more time to be a person, because what makes every other principal character in this show so excellent is how their histories inform their actions, both in terms of their ideals and their manifold, complex flaws. madi has ideals, but she has no flaws, because her ideals are simply good and true. so she’s obviously a necessary character in the sense that she’s utilized correctly from a thematic approach of exploring these conflicting ideals and the cost of embracing and rejecting them, but she’s not a particularly deep character, and that’s sad to me, because i think she could have been if they’d allowed her the space to explore her own subjectivity beyond what she represents to a bunch of white* men.

#ask #anon #o.tv #white* bc i know you guys are gonna say silver is mixed 😭

[kadextra]

I have thoughts about q!Bad taking the soul vulture outside earlier because that really surprised me

He was sitting, depressed on the church roof talking about missing his kids in full view with it leashed by his side. Just numbly monologuing and barely acknowledging it was there as it continually kept on attacking him. He made no moves to stop what was happening, then just put it back in the box.

First of all. why????????

Like I can see no world where this was a rational decision???? Dapper kept these creatures under extremely tight security underground for a reason, because if the Federation/Code found out what they were capable of it could spell the end for everyone. In their journal, Dapper wrote about a time when one did accidentally escape outside, and she panicked and ran all over the server trying to contain it… now we have Sadboyhalo here choosing to take one out in public, attached to himself. Any islander could’ve walked by at any moment and saw him, put two and two together that this is the thing that’s been hurting him, the Federation could’ve seen it. this might literally be something that Dapper may consider a leak/betrayal too?

Maybe, q!Bad took it out to feel closer to his son on their birthday in some kind of twisted way, because it was the last thing they shared together? But then he easily could’ve gone to the actual secret soul vulture lab, right next to the sign she left and not take it outside??????? was it simply more self destructive behavior in a particularly bad moment? then why have it so risky in the open? idk guys it doesn’t make sense….maybe it’s not supposed to.

We’ve had the thought that he’s been using the soul vultures to continue Dapper’s research on the soul hearts / soul potions. Yeah I do think that he might be, but do I think that’s all? No. It has gone way too far for it to be just that anymore. I’ve been wondering this for a long time but today kinda proves it for me, I’m 100% sure that the soul vultures are playing as a symbolism for q!Bad’s mental state at the same time as causing a physical plot effect on the character. it’s the self-destructive behavior, the drastic actions he is willing to take, his pov of being expendable

At first, they reflected his torn up grieving mind and he’d go down to the cage on purpose to hurt himself. The damage started to leave lasting impact on his body with the blue corruption that’s gotten worse and worse, along with his mental health. Then he released a vulture in the cage to torture Ron, showing how far he was willing to go in crossing the line. Now, post-psychotic breakdown he brings the vulture out in public, which directly precedes what? him suddenly opening his house to the public for everyone on the server to come celebrate Dapper’s birthday party, where they got front row seats to the delusions he’d only been doing in private. it was so weird from him because this man never invites people to his house like that.

What is he intending by doing all of this? is he intending anything? how much is all part of his big plans, and how much is driven by emotion or a lack of lucid decision-making? maybe this new behavior is because he thinks his delusions can no longer be contained in “safe places” like his home anymore (because are they even safe?) and so he’s not caring to show it. or maybe he wants people to pay more attention as a cry for help?

I really have no idea but everything is soooo obviously getting worse with him. and his friends might be seeing more of this from here on out

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp character analysis #this character makes me think so hard I swear steam is leaving my ears sometimes #tw self harm mention #text post

[shadamyheadcanons]

Been thinking a lot about this and wanted your thoughts. Isn't it strange the only character shown to not be openly afraid or judgemental of Shadow is Amy? I think the only one that comes close to that is Rouge but even then

A lot of characters are easily intimidated, scared of, not trustful or even judgey of Shadow a lot of the time. Which given some past actions and his general vibe is understandable but it never seems to apply to Amy

Even when she mistook him for Sonic she wasn't immediately scared afterwards just confused and later encourages him to save the world because she believes that he is a good person deep down. It's especially prominent in the Sonic takeover video, like when it's revealed that both Shadow and Amy enjoy Taylor Swift?

Sonic is surprised that Shadow the Edgy boy likes a pop artist and treats is a semi big deal. Amy meanwhile is just happy they have something in common, not even a 'oh that's surprising coming from you', just general happy they share similar music tastes

I might be thinking too deeply into it but it occurred to me that Amy never treats Shadow as someone to be scared of and treats him as no different from anyone else right from the start.

Tbh, I don’t think it’s strange at all. It’s standard Amy behavior. Metal Sonic is a scary robot who kidnapped her as a kid, but she still helped him without hesitation in that Sonic Mania short, even after he startled her. Gamma was an armed robot who was keeping her in a cell, but she didn’t show any fear toward him; she stood up to him to protect a Flicky, then befriended him immediately. She saw Silver nearly murder Sonic with incredible powers she’d never encountered before, and she still jumped in front of him to protect Sonic anyway. The werehog was big and scary, but not only did she accept Sonic in that form, she hugged the werehog the first time she saw him and showed no discomfort about it, merely expressing confusion at having hugged the wrong person even though she actually got it right that time.

She just doesn’t see anyone as a monster. And while that’s wonderful and wholesome, it’s a little worrisome, too. Rouge likes and trusts Shadow, but I don’t think she’s unaware of the extensive damage he could do. Omega probably feels the same way. That’s the wise way of looking at it.

But Amy? It’s not just her faith in the goodness of others, it’s straight-up naiveté. Her upbringing was rife with violence, kidnapping, danger, and death, and now she doesn’t know what’s normal. This is the same girl who somehow waltzed onto Prison Island with the intention of casually rescuing Sonic from a high-security prison by herself. If Tails hadn’t shown up, she easily could’ve died! She’s honestly lucky she’s gotten this far without being seriously injured or worse.

I’m sure Shadow loves that she doesn’t fear him and truly values her for that, even if he doesn’t say so, but he’d worry about her, too. I can picture him thinking, “She clearly has no sense of self-preservation. I’ll have to look after her to make sure nothing happens.” Maybe he already does. It could figure into their interactions at Cryptic Castle in ShTH. This sweet girl takes one look at him, of all people, as terrifying as he knows he is--on the darkest story routes you can take, no less--and she says, “Friend? :D” before running off alone into a dangerous, haunted castle to save a child and a Chao. So he follows her. Because she clearly doesn’t know how to stay safe. And she’d be safer by his side than pretty much anyone else’s not only because he’s as strong as you can get in this universe, but because he’ll go farther than anyone else to protect the ones he loves. He knows how it feels to lose someone important, and he won’t let it happen again. It’s time someone put Amy first!

Still can’t figure out how Sega made these two characters so perfect for each other *by accident.* Most movies I’ve seen can’t craft things so well even on purpose.

#ask #waituntilwinterr #not a headcanon #shadamy

[genderfluidkai]

Misako is a good mother and i will die on this hill

I am stupidly passionate over little lego people, so I am compiling a list of reasons as to why Misako’s actions are understandable and to show that the logic some people use to call her a bad mother is maybe just a little silly. putting it under a read more though bc i am writing so goddamn much

Point number 1: leaving Lloyd at Darkley’s

Most points I see about this is people saying “well why didn’t she leave him with Wu” which there are MULTIPLE reasons for.

1. He had just banished Garmadon, yknow, Misako’s husband. While it was on accident, Misako likely would not feel comfortable leaving her son with Wu

2. Morro. Now, we don’t know when exactly Wu took Morro in, as we’re never given an exact timeframe, however I would put it somewhere between the FSM’s death and a little while before Garmadon’s banishment. Misako full well could have bore witness to what happened with Morro, or could’ve been told about it. Misako is thus very reasonable in not wanting to leave her infant son, the actual Green Ninja, with Wu, as for all she knew, the moment Wu figured it out he would start training Lloyd. She would not want Lloyd to miss out on his childhood while possibly also becoming a self-important prick with a massive ego (bc for how much I love Morro, I can admit that that’s what he became due to the whole Green Ninja thing).

3. If Wu DID realise Lloyd was the green ninja, and then start to train him, it’d mean Misako leaving Lloyd in the first place would have been for nothing. Misako was trying to prevent the prophecy, not speed it up.

And then it comes to Darkley’s itself, and the fact that there are multiple reasons leaving Lloyd there would have been a good option in Misako’s eyes

1. It is a school for future villains. It was likely the ONE PLACE Lloyd could go where he wouldn’t be ostracised by his peers like we see him being in the Ninjago movie, especially because we can guess that Garmadon had a reputation for being evil PRIOR to his banishment, as when the villagers of Jamanakai think Lloyd is saying he’s Lord Garmadon, they’re terrified of him, until they see him and realise he’s Lord Garmadon’s like, 10 year old son. Darkley’s was the one place being the son of Lord Garmadon would HELP HIM

2. She had no way of knowing Lloyd would get mistreated by other students. How was she supposed to anticipate Brad putting fire ants in Lloyd’s bed years before it happened? Also, she had no way of knowing the school itself would mistreat him. She likely wasn’t told he was kicked out/ran away from Darkley’s, or wasn’t given the time to come find/collect him, because she very much would have the common sense to know there’s no one else to look after him

3. For all she knew, Garmadon was the Dark Lord in the prophecy. She had no idea it actually meant the Overlord. She could’ve thought that if Lloyd looked up to his father and wanted to be on his side, and neither of them wanted to fight each other, it could help to stall the prophecy.

And then, we get to the fact that we don’t really see her make things up to Lloyd about the whole “abandoning him at an evil boarding school thing”, which is because Ninjago was originally only supposed to be 2 seasons long, and Misako only first appears SEVEN EPISODES IN to season 2. They had no time to give her any character development or show her bonding with Lloyd, because they only had 6 more episodes left after her first appearance.

Since then, it seems the writers have just chosen to imply she has family bonding time with Lloyd off screen. We can see that they now care for each other as a family, so it’s very likely that she DOES try to bond with Lloyd but the writers just didn’t want to/couldn’t find a way to fit it into the show itself.

She has made mistakes, yes, but she is trying to make up for them and none of the reasoning behind her mistakes was outright malicious. She wanted to protect her son as much as possible, and keep him from having to fight his own father.

#ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #ninjago misako #misako garmadon #fuck you i am a misako stan through and through i will defend her with my life

[mamasplat]

Why do I care so much about deciphering character ages in Pokemon?

Simply put, angst. Or in long terms-

The art of storytelling is not so cut and dry, anyone with basic media literacy knows this. There is so much subtext and unspoken information that rings loudly in the implications of a story, something as simple as the age of an MC will dictate how heavily their experiences will affect them. Using the Gen6 games as examples (XY and Omega Ruby specifically)

By figuring out where to place Calem Serena and Zinnia in age, the story they live through gains added context. They all share the same bracket of 18-19 meaning they are in they’re late late teens and budding into the incoming subconscious weight of young adulthood, the subconscious urge to be stronger and reckless to prove yourself as capable in the real world; while still being young and having so much to learn. They have further motive to get involved in the heavy actions they take and will fall and break down even harder when they fail. Such is the right of growing up.

And for more adult characters, the same still holds true.

Doing the same thing I did with the kalos protags age by calculating off of a canon characters official age (emma) and then taking into account mannerisms dialogue and design; Admin Tabitha from team magma is officially 27, stated by himself. So going off of the work place hierarchy, Leader Maxie with his experience and status should be in his late 40s to maybe early 50s, making him the prime age for an early onset midlife crisis, linking that to his past relationships with Archie and the reasoning for making his team, his clear strong sense of justice even if misplaced, you have a man who can quickly spiral into a rather pitiful sight if pushed too hard in the wrong direction. First he bares his teeth, then he whines. Like a scared dog trying to protect itself and the image he has made for himself.

Meanwhile Courtney who is evidently more experienced than Tabitha is confirmed to have been with the team longer than him, as his paperwork is still seated on her desk, seems to be in her early 20s, I originally assumed she was in her mid 20s but then she released in pokemon masters and I was able to study her behavior more closely, she has this uncanny glimpse of childlike wonder at times that makes me believe she’s maybe younger than Tabitha, that added to the fact Tabitha seems to look out for her with her social struggles, almost taking on a brotherly role it seems.

Her being in her early twenties adds more weight to her codependency on Maxie as well as her reckless devotion, she’s younger and somewhat impressionable, she’s not against violent action to protect her passions.

And because I was able to gather Courtney had more experience while being younger I can come to the conclusion that it’s very possible Courtney was a science prodigy of some sort, as she is known in her field. And seeing she’s been with team magma longer and has evident close bonds with Maxie, it’s even more possible they worked together when she was younger.

Originally that led me to the thought she might have worked in relation to the Devon corporation, but with the art of visual storytelling in Sea Mauville, it’s not insane to assume Archie and Maxie may have worked together with the Mauville Corporation and that’s what makes them so jaded in modern day, a bad work environment being a stepping stone to their fall from grace. By Sea Mauville’s writings alone I don’t see them being against overworking a young teen prodigy. It’s possible maybe leader Maxie knew Courtney from his time there and brought her onto his team when the company went under. (This also means I need to retcon tf out of my in character Courtney blog.)

This also can explain Courtney’s role playing more into a team disciplinary, her time in Sea Mauville so young could’ve taught her to be more aggressive in order to earn her respect and get better outcome from rookie labor, as it’s heavily shown grunts seem to fear Courtney in some respects.

And ALL of this is merely the writing on the wall I can read when I take into account the age of our cast

#CAPTIALIST GREED BREEDS ECO TERRORIST IDEALS #this might just be an excuse for me to talk about Courtney…. #we started off with canon but slowly drifted into fan theories #headcanon break down #character study #headcanon #team magma #magma admin courtney #magma admin tabitha #leader maxie #lorekeeper zinnia #trainer calem #trainer serena

[komorim]

till death do us apart

ft. ayato, diluc, kaeya

the words “till death do us apart” are a common part of almost everyone’s wedding vows, but how many people who say it really mean it?

content warnings // cheating. angst. arranged marriage. suggestive content. minor minor explicit language. divorce. insecurities. misunderstandings.

author’s note // did you miss me? did you? well, i’m back at it again with more angst! i might be adding a few more characters to this prompt later on, but for now it’s just these three

ミ　AYATO

the kind hearted yashiro commissioner that you called yours was so ever caring towards you. his love was unconditional and never ending, yet he thinks that it’s never enough. in his eyes, you’re his precious spouse that deserves anything you want, and even the whole world. if you wanted the moon, just tell him and he’ll get it for you. no words could ever come close to how much he loves you. the small gifts he gives you, not on special days, but on normal days because he thinks he shouldn’t need a reason to spoil his favorite person in the world; the time he takes off just to spend time with you, since he thinks that your needs are just as important as his work. even though he doesn’t say the three words often, everything he does shows how much he loves you.

six years into your marriage and you strongly believe that there’s no one in the entire world who loved you more than the blue haired man you call your husband. his love for you never fails to amaze you, and the insecurities that had existed when the two of you first met are now nowhere to be seen.

so why is he standing in front of you with such a solemn expression? did something happen at work? is he too stressed? just why does he keep on saying things that don’t make sense at all?

“y/n, i-” he opens and closes his mouth several times, unable to repeat his words after seeing your expression.

your voice shakes a bit as you speak, “ayato, i must’ve heard wrong, right? there’s no way you would…you would never want to leave me, so why?”

you can see the conflict he has with himself in his eyes as he’s reluctant to say it again. however, the part of him that loved you more loses as he opens his mouth again, this time, the words coming out are spoken with a colder voice. “y/n, i’ll say it again. let’s get a divorce.”

maybe it’s because of the shock, but you don’t feel your heart breaking into millions of tiny pieces yet. you don’t register his words even though it’s his second time announcing them. your legs give out and before you can fall pathetically onto the floor, ayato reaches out and grabs your arms, steadying you.

the small action made you gain a bit of hope, but when you look up at him expectantly, he only looks away before letting go of you.

it was this notion of his, his unwillingness to even look at you that finally cracked your heart. you hear the cogs in your brain turning at an incredible pace, analyzing everything that has happened recently, trying your hardest to find even the slightest hint at why your loving husband is standing in front of you, asking for a divorce.

you feel numb all over as you search his face for answers, unable to find the reason yourself. “why,” you croak out, “why are you asking for a divorce?” when he doesn’t respond, you continue your interrogation, trying to be reasonable. “am i making you unhappy? have i done something wrong?”

“no, y/n, it’s not your problem it’s just-”

“i can fix whatever is troubling you, i promise,” you interrupt, not wanting to hear an answer that might break you permanently. you look down at the floor, praying to any and every deity. you could accept every reason except-

“i don’t love you anymore, y/n. i’m sorry, but i just can’t keep going on anymore.”

huh? though it wasn’t the worse answer he could’ve given you, you feel so much more uncomfortable hearing this particular answer. yes, you couldn’t even think about what you would do if he was cheating, but at least you could resent someone. but if the situation was like this, who is there to bear the frustration caused by your heartbreak?

the tears that you were holding back start to hang onto the edge of your eyes, unwilling to spill over just yet; you’re unwilling to let him see how much this is hurting you.

yet even if the tears aren’t sliding down your face, your less than calm voice sells you out. “how could you say that…?” you ask. “six years, ayato. six years. how many six years does a person even have in their life to use on relationships that won’t even last? how could you tell me to my face that you don’t love me anymore? did those six years not mean anything to you?”

he looks at your sincerely. “i loved you, i really did. those six years were wonderful and i enjoyed spending them with you from the bottom of my heart. but, i just don’t feel the same anymore. i can’t continue pretending that i still love you like before.”

the past tense he used in his first sentence was like a claw that ripped out your heart. you couldn’t feel your heart beating anymore. when he avoids your gaze once again, it was answer enough.

this was it.

ミ　DILUC

you understood the reasoning behind your marriage with diluc. his father and yours were very good friends and business partners alike, and it thrilled the both of them when they found out that together, they had fathered two children around the same age. and as many good friends would believe, a marriage between their two precious children would be absolutely adorable.

honestly, you and diluc were very good friends in the beginning anyways, so the arranged marriage never seemed to bother the both of you very much. but nonetheless, neither of you really had your heart in the marriage. in fact, you both thought you should’ve cut off the deal the moment you turned legal. though, that didn’t really happen.

diluc’s respect for his father’s dying wish made him compromise and accept the agreement his father and yours had made. and your compassion made you go along with the marriage.

even if the feelings you hold for each other never went beyond the boundaries of a platonic relationship, diluc never treated you poorly. his heart had you in it, but definitely not in the form of a spouse, a lover. however, you didn’t see anything wrong with that and never bothered to complain because of it.

though his kindness soon penetrated the wall you called reason. slowly, you began to fall for the man with a warm smile, the man who embraces you when you felt down, the man who would do anything for you.

it wasn’t difficult to fall for the red haired man. he cared for you and gave you his full attention. he noticed all your mood changes when no one else did. he comforted you when there was no one by your side, and he bought many gifts for you just to make you happy. in the eyes of any person, this would be the perfect husband to spend the rest of your years with. and in fact, he was the perfect partner for you. and when everyone would tease about how three years into your marriage and diluc still hasn’t touched you, he’ll tell them firmly that he’ll go at the pace you’re comfortable with. he would say that it’s your body and he has no right to pressure you to satisfy him.

so is that what he meant? he won’t pressure you to satisfy him because he has someone else who’s willing to?

you continue to stare at the sight in front of you, dumbfounded that this would occur. it was a sight of your husband in bed, covering another person behind him. the two of them were barely covered, not moving because you caught them in such an obvious position.

you had entered your house shortly before, happy to show diluc the cake you bought for his birthday, yet when you called out for him, there was no response. remembering that the walls in your shared house were rather thick, you assume that he was on the second floor, where it would be even harder for him to hear you. and indeed you were right. he didn’t hear you. he couldn’t, he was so caught up in peeling off the clothes of his lover.

his lover, a role you could not fulfill. you were just his spouse, a spouse he saw as a younger sibling. how could he have truly loved you? he was not you, a hopeless romantic who got the butterflies at a few kind gestures. he wasn’t the type to swoon just because you smile at him.

but you were.

you were exactly that type of person. so it hurt that much more watching diluc check up on the person he so desperately tried to hide from your sight. it hurt so much when his first reaction was to make sure they were okay instead of giving you a proper explanation. it hurt so fucking much.

“diluc, would you like to explain to me what’s happening?” you speak with a dead voice that matched your eyes, remaining calm although finding out that your husband cheated on you.

“y/n, can we talk about this later? i’m really sorry you had to see this, but i think we should both take a break and cool down.”

you laugh sarcastically. was this all you amounted to? even if he didn’t love you, how could he say that when everything you did for him came from the bottom of your heart? diluc ragnivindr was not a fool, he could see your honest and sincere intentions from the moment you started to love him. so did that just mean that you didn’t weigh as much in his heart?

“i understand,” you force out. you walk towards your shared closet where you grab a bag from deep within and start cleaning out your things.

“wait y/n, i don’t mean it like that.”

it was what you wished to hear. an explanation, anything, really just anything for him to just pay more attention to you, his spouse, than that disgusting human he hides behind himself. after all, what other word could you use the describe them? your marriage with diluc was public knowledge. it amazes you that anyone would try to get in the pants of someone who has a spouse. but after all, diluc didn’t see you like that.

you smile to yourself bitterly when you didn’t hear anything come from the man you loved. you didn’t hear any noise that indicated his reluctance at you packing your things and leaving. he tried absolutely nothing to stop you. and so you took your suitcase and walked out the front door, taking the door with you.

and with it, you closed the door to your failed marriage.

ミ　KAEYA

kaeya was definitely your favorite person in all of mondstat if not all of teyvat. he wasn’t one of those over possessive or strict husbands. he understood that you like to go out and have fun and he lets you enjoy your time alone. though when need be, he can also be clingy, hugging you while saying he misses you and many other things that only serve to make you flustered.

maybe in other situations you would find having a flirtatious husband a bit annoying, but kaeya knew his boundaries and mainly used his pick up jokes on you. it certainly is a nice change once in a while and the way it made you cringe was even more funny. his jokes were always tacky and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy them.

his laid back nature also meant that there were many movie dates in the safety of his arms at home, just cuddling while a movie plays in the background. it’s definitely an understatement to say that the two of you don’t often pay attention to the movies, but that doesn’t mean you enjoy these movie nights any less.

to be in his arms, to be in his company, to be with him. if you were completely honest, you wouldn’t like it any better than it is already. you loved him that much. and through every little thing he does for you, you can tell he loves you just as much if not more than you love him.

his love is shown in different forms. most of the times it appears as compliments and teasing just because kaeya loves to see your face heated up with the color of blood. he likes to see you stumble over your words as you fail to form coherent sentences. kaeya’s love also takes the form of acts of service. it’s one of his favorites things to do. he loves to go out of his way to help you with whatever you need, but you know he always has an ulterior motive, whether he’s looking for a kiss in return or for an extra date throughout the week.

though that’s what you love about him. you love how he never fails to assure you of his love for you. he’s far from a tsundere and even a complete stranger who didn’t know the two of you could see how utterly in love he is with you. you’ve never felt a need to be insecure in any point of your relationship with him. when you told him that you were mistreated in your previous relationship, he goes through extra lengths to make sure you feel loved.

so why?

why do you feel so uneasy? why do you feel sick to your stomach? why do you want to throw up as soon as possible? why is bile rising up your throat threatening to spill over?

in all honesty you should be fine with the sight in front of you. it was just a few foreigners who were caught up in the beauty kaeya possesses. you shouldn’t be surprised. he’s pretty enough to receive all this attention and more. you can totally relate to the girls flocking around him.

you reassure yourself that it’s okay. they’re foreigners. they’re new here in mondstadt. they’re not aware that kaeya is married, so it’s natural for a few of them to hit on him.

yet no matter what you say to yourself, you can’t help but overthink and worry. the girls around kaeya are so terribly pretty. what if that’s the type of person he actually likes? what if you’re not enough for him anymore? will he reconsider your marriage after he sees the plenty of other options he has?

will he throw you away?

all these thoughts and insecurities fly around in your head, and they seemingly will never come to a stop. the small container they’ve been kept inside of in the corner of your brain has suddenly been opened, and it can’t be closed now.

although you stand in a place not too far from where the worrisome scene is unfolding, kaeya does not notice you as he’s almost completely surrounded. it would be hard for him to escape the crowd, much less find you amidst the mountains of people.

you fumble with your hands, a habit you’ve always had since long before. it’s been a long time since you did this out of nervousness as kaeya was there to hold your hands in his whenever you did start. but obviously he can’t do that now.

the negative intrusive thoughts in your head do not go away, and you don’t have the courage to walk up to the crowd and claim kaeya as your husband. but what else could you do? were you really going to stand there idly as kaeya might be taken away from you? though if he was destined to leave you for someone better, what could there be done anyways?

your heart beats faster in frustration and your eyes grow red. you were so lost, you had no idea what you could do in this situation. this was the first time that this has happened and you had no measures of stopping it. even before when kaeya got hit on, he would always reject the person before you had any chance to get worried. but he wasn’t so quick to reject the girls around him today. was he really having second thoughts?

that’s when it happens.

a girl from the crowd stood on her toes to reach kaeya’s height and placed a small kiss on his cheek. you watch his eye visibly widen as he holds the place in which he was kissed. in that moment, you can think of absolutely nothing. all the thoughts before perished, but with the absence of those thoughts came the arrival of fresh tears that slide slowly down your face.

the feeling of despair.

“kaeya,” you call out softly.

although your voice was not loud and easy to miss, kaeya could recognize anything of yours in an instant, and his eye grows wider when he catches your face past the crowd engulfing him. he nods to the girls as he starts to escape the crowd, walking to you in the process.

“y/n, it’s not what it looks like, i was going to come find you, but then these girls suddenly-”

“i thought something happened to you,” you hiccup, “so i came to find you. but this is what i see?”

“no, really, y/n, let me explain, nothing happened. they were just being friendly and-”

you stare at him with tears hanging onto your tear ducts, “that’s not what you call friendly. they were adamantly flirting with you and you not only didn’t stop them, but you also encouraged them to continue. that girl over there kissed you, and you still didn’t do anything.”

you let out a strangled sigh, your breath uneven from all the shock and frustration you’re going through. you bring your gaze to the ground, not having the confidence to even lift your head up.

you let out a small laugh, “what would’ve happened if i didn’t call out to you, i wonder? i agree, she’s pretty, and you might not want to settle for me, someone who had nothing in common with her. but, couldn’t you wait until you ended with me to flirt with others? did you really have to do this to me? on our anniversary nonetheless.”

kaeya ruffles his hair, annoyance getting to him to as he doesn’t know what to say either. he himself doesn’t know why he didn’t stop the girls from their actions when he knew that they would hurt you.

“maybe it’s best we split up after all.”

at this, kaeya hurriedly grabs your shoulders, making you stare at him once again. “no, i refuse.”

“please, kaeya. i’m tired. i don’t think i can take this many girls hitting on you anymore. i just can’t go on like this. it eats at me inside and it’ll devour me sooner or later. we should just stop all of this.”

“please, y/n, don’t do this to me. i’ll tell everyone, i’ll tell all of teyvat that i’m yours and that no one should hit on me. i swear i’ll ignore everyone. i have eyes for no one but you, y/n.”

“that’s just because you haven’t seen your options yet. you’ll find better kaeya. you’ll find someone so much better than me,” you say softly.

you can tell how desperate from the way he pleads with his gaze. asking you not to leave, asking you to stay with him for all of eternity. but you set your mind, and you were going to go through with this.

“after all, i’m not that great in the first place.”

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