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bread-tab · 8 months

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okay random 4am rant time, don't take it too seriously, but: people need to recognize there's a difference between "bad worldbuilding" and "worldbuilding styles you personally don't like."

bad worldbuilding is, for example: internally inconsistent, bigoted, or something else that messes up the plot or characterization of the story itself. sloppy. careless.

things that are *not* bad worldbuilding:

minimalism.

i've been thinking about this in the first place because i saw a post about the Murderbot Diaries a while back (don't know who made it, don't care; this ain't personal) saying the worldbuilding in those books is bad and lazy. to me, as an avid sci-fi reader and writer, that is clearly not true. but i understood why they thought this. the series uses extremely minimalist worldbuilding which intentionally withholds a lot of detail, in a way that is consistent with the (nonhuman, robot, depressed robot) first-person POV. this could also be a feature of the author's writing style in general—i haven't read her other works—but i wouldn't bet too much on it.

the signature of intentional minimalism is that there *are* details about the speculative setting—they're just doled out very thoughtfully and sparingly. the intent is to leave you a little hungry for more. it's to make you think very carefully about the details you do have. this is best suited to stories that already have elements of psychological and/or mystery plot types. the worldbuilding you do see should still be believable, internally consistent, and have interesting implications if you think about it a bit. but you are for sure going to have to think harder to get it.

if you're not in the mood, i will concede, a minimalist style definitely comes off as a bit dry. if you are in the mood, it's relaxing.

whimsy.

this is a big one for sci-fi fans in particular. see: the constant debate about whether any particular story is "hard" or "soft" sci-fi, and whether soft sci-fi is bad, etc etc. but worldbuilding doesn't have to be realistic to be good. you're allowed to have Jedi and humanoid aliens and time travel in your sci-fi. you're allowed to have historical anachronisms and astrology and po-ta-toes in your fantasy. whether or not they're silly isn't the deciding factor on how "good" these worldbuilding elements really are.

the key thing is tonal consistency. you've got a serious high-fantasy setting with its own strict, un-Earth-like theology and magic system, and you throw Santa Claus in there? yeah, that's not gonna land well. but C.S. Lewis can get away with that in Narnia just fine. why? because the Chronicles of Narnia are whimsical children's stories with a strong Christian/Western mythological influence already, and their central conceit is a crossover between the mundane world and the magical world. of course Santa can cross over too. it's whimsical, but it's not actually random. (and if you ventured into straight-up comedy, you could get away with random too. as long as it's funny.)

the unreliable narrator.

i don't have a good example for this off the top of my head (maybe Murderbot again? idk, i'm sleepy, fill in your own) but i'll tell you how to recognize when this is done well.

by definition, an unreliable narrator has some key misconceptions about their own world. so how do you tell what's going on as a reader? how do you know the writer isn't equally confused?

you connect the dots. solve the puzzle. in practice this is similar to reading a minimalist setting—but instead of just sparse clues, you also have a boatload of red herrings. you can catch some of these misleading details by comparing them to your real-world knowledge and saying "wait, this doesn't add up." other times, the false clues intentionally trick you by subverting those real world expectations.

the trick is in the consequences. regardless of what the narrator says, their actions should still have logical consequences. there should be things going on that the POV character doesn't know about. the character will be forced to learn and adapt their narrative because of these shifting circumstances. you can catch them in a lie. the inconsistencies themselves tell a story.

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i'm gonna stop myself there because this post is long and i oughtta be sleeping. just. this is a distinction worth making. is it really bad worldbuilding, or is it simply not the genre you're craving today? learn the difference for your own sake. you'll have an easier time realizing if a story is something you'll find enjoyable to read, regardless of its actual quality.

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girlgroupshots · 1 year

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[M]Texting (AESPA Winter)

pairing: winter x reader rating: m for mature word count: 508 summary: everyone has been noticing winter’s texting habits. if only they knew who she was texting and what it really involved. author’s note: commission that i was allowed to post publicly. if you are interested in a commission feel free to check the links in the header or profile!

DING!

At the sound of a new message alert you glanced down at your phone. Seeing the name BUNNY you immediately knew who it was. It took you just a second to type in your passcode and retrieve the message and another second for your mouth to go slack as you read it.

BUNNY: i’m not wearing any panties.

Quickly you typed out a response.

YOU: aren’t you live right now??

BUNNY: maybe…

You disregarded what you had been doing, immediately switching to instagram as you pulled up the livestream. Sure enough, there Minjeong was, seated between two other members of her group. Of course, to the naked eye, no one would assume she was without underwear but as she stared at the camera it felt like she was making eye contact and looking directly at you.

You watched as she pulled out her phone and soon enough another message alert came through.

BUNNY: i’m using that toy we bought…

BUNNY: the one with the app…

Your mind was racing at what she was alluding to. The toy she was referring to was a vibrator that your partner could control via an app. Did she really want you to use that now?

YOU: are you serious?

BUNNY: yes?

For a second you considered your options but in the end it was no real choice at all. You pulled up the app, the video shrinking to the corner as you did so. As you set it to the lowest setting, you watched the video, waiting to see if Minjeong would react. When she remained with her well-practiced smile and continued to converse with her members you took it as a challenge.

“Okay, let’s see how you handle this.”

You turned it up two notches. This time you watched as Minjeong shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes briefly darting to the screen. To the uninitiated it would be nothing of note. But you knew better.

With a devilish smile you dragged the wave on the app so it would alternate vibrations. Having not used the app before, you didn’t know how well it would actually work. Eagerly you looked to the livestream, seeing Winter squeeze her thighs tighter together, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” you could hear Giselle asking.

“Y-yeah! I was thinking, should we try a different filter?” Minjeong responded.

You chuckled to yourself. The knowledge that beneath her clothing she was a dripping mess while she desperately tried to remain composed only encouraged you to push the limits further. However, you might have been a little over-eager.

You turned up the intensity on the device and on screen, Karina gave a sudden glance at Minjeong.

“Shit!”

You quickly turned down the intensity. Whoops. It helped that Karina knew about your relationship but that didn’t mean you should be that daring.

As you debated whether you’d be able to make Minjeong orgasm while on camera, the articles were already forming online about your girlfriend’s texting. Well, better that than if they knew the truth.

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heartsfromia · 2 years

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a favor — c. seungcheol

pairing: non-idol! seungcheol x reader

word count: 2,080

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing, reader is impulsive from lack of sleep lol

author's note: i haven't proofread so don't mind mistakes, typos and such, but i'll try to find time to edit

If you were to tell yourself that you were going to spend your Saturday afternoon seated beside your overbearing, borderline annoying neighbor-slash-childhood friend, Seungcheol, on a double date with your sweet college friend, Hana, who just so happened to be dating your middle-school ex, Eunwoo… you would laugh so hard, you'd strain your neck.

What led to this awkward situation? Well, it started when you were about to enter class earlier in the week, International Politics would always occur at eight in the morning, when the rest of campus was still catching up on their sleep from late night assignments. You dragged your legs up the stairs, thanking the organizer of your class for putting the lecture room on the first floor, as you rubbed the sleep out from your eyes. As you reached the door of the lecture room, your eyes practically bulged out of your head as you saw your newfound friend, Hana, talking with Eunwoo, your ex from middle school. It wouldn't have fazed anyone if they were simply talking, however, when Eunwoo leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips, you knew it was more than just a conversation between two students (of different faculties, may this be added).

You stepped out of the classroom, wanting to avoid Eunwoo as he made his way out of the class. Hiding your face against the wall, you were lucky he went the opposite direction, and you stared at his back as he walked away. Once he was out of sight, you reentered the classroom and approached your usual seat which was located beside Hana.

"Hey, Hana," you greeted, clearing your voice when it came out quieter than usual. She beamed up at you, the sparkle evident in her eyes, indicating puppy love.

"Hey, Y/N, I almost thought you weren't coming in," she stated, and you chuckled weakly, remembering how you texted her at three in the morning earlier because you had just finished writing up your essay for your strategies class.

"I drank a can of Redbull on the way, so I think I can last for the class today," you explained and she laughed, nodding. You weren't sure whether you should ask about her and Eunwoo, it was obvious you two had something going on. However, your curiousity over the love-life of your ex (albeit, middle school ex) was stronger than anything to hold you back. "So… You and Eunwoo?"

She looked taken aback, her cheeks turning a shade of bright pink. "Ah, yeah… it happened a couple nights ago, after the August Festival had ended…"

"Oh yeah, you guys were both in charge of the talent, no? So you met often?" She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip to fight the large smile that urged to appear. Her expression then shifted, her brows furrowed as she pursed her lips. You noticed her change of expression, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Is it okay if I ask you something?" She asked, turning her body to face you. Eyes wide, you only nodded, allowing her to proceed. "Eunwoo told me, but I wanted to make sure with you."

You knew where this was going. Your blood ran cold as you watched an almost conflicted expression flash through her eyes. You were sure it wasn't an easy thing to ask, despite it already considered as history in your book.

"Did you and Eunwoo used to date?" There it was. Admittedly, it shouldn't be hard to state that you and Eunwoo did have history, but since he was your last boyfriend, making you having been single for almost six years now, you felt a bit embarrassed.

"Y-yeah, we did," you stuttered, internally cursing. "But it happened when we were in middle school, so you don't need to worry about it, Han."

"Oh…" She nodded in understanding. "It's just… you know what they say about dating your friend's exes, right? And I don't want there to be any bad blood between us, is all."

"There won't be any bad blood between us, Han, you're too precious for me to do that to you," you reassured, causing her to smile in relief. You could've stopped there; end the topic of discussion and move on with your life, but for some reason, with the lack of sleep mixed with Redbull, you had no control of your tongue.

"And plus, I have a boyfriend now, so there really isn't anything for you to worry."

Funny thing is, you did not, in fact, have a boyfriend. Wasn't it stated that you were single for the past six years, until now?

"Really?" She was shell-shocked, obviously. You have been friends with her since the beginning of college, your friendship going on to almost two years now and she has never seen you with a guy. "Since when?"

"Uhm…" Think, think. Use the remaining three braincells to come with a believable lie, Y/N. "It happened recently too, yeah…" Nice, very convincing.

"Who?"

"You don't know him," you stated, internally slapping yourself from how much of a terrible liar you are. Fortunately for you, Hana was convinced. Barely.

"You should introduce him to me, Y/N," she insisted, "I mean, it's only fair because you already know Eunwoo, and I'd like to know yours as well—" she then stopped and gasped aloud, garnering the attention of other students who've arrived.

"We should go on a double date!"

And that is how the notion of a double date came to be. How you got Seungcheol to join in the result of your terrible lying skills involved a lot of forehead flicks from the man.

"Please!" You pleaded, already on your knees and rubbing your hands together as you kneeled in front of Seungcheol in his apartment. "Please be my boyfriend for the date, just for the date."

"No," he sternly denied, focused on the report in front of him. "I am not going to let you use me like that just because you can't come up with a better lie."

He then sighed, turning to face, a look of complete disbelief, mixed with exasperation etched across his sharp features. "Really? A boyfriend?"

Your face turned sour, taking offence to his statement. "What? Do you think I'm incapable of having a boyfriend?"

He rolled his eyes, chuckling dryly at your statement, but didn't say anything. You huffed, scooting forward and began to shake his leg as you continued to plea. "Please!" You went as far as jutting your bottom lip out dramatically, widening in your eyes to imitate that of a puppy.

"Why did you even say yes, Y/N?"

"Because I was sleep deprived and my braincells were fried from last night's assignment, I wasn't thinking!" You defended yourself—a poor defense, but a defense nonetheless, and it was the truth. "And also, maybe if I show up with a boyfriend, then Hana won't have to feel bad for dating my ex, and Eunwoo can believe that I've moved on from him."

"Did Eunwoo even say that he thinks you haven't moved on?" Seungcheol asked, raising a brow towards you.

You avoided his eyes, "Well… no, but I mean, doesn't it seem like it because I've never dated anyone after him?" Seungcheol didn't respond, only rolled his eyes for what he thought was the umpteenth time since you stepped into his apartment.

"Please, Seungcheol, it'll just be a couple of hours and then we'll never have to do it again," you tried to negotiate with him. You sat back on your feet, watching as he paused his reading and turned to face you with his arms folded over his chest.

"You owe me," was the only words that left his mouth.

You grinned widely, eyes beaming up at him as you sighed in relief, "Fine, whatever you like."

And that was how you ended up in your current situation, seated awkwardly beside your childhood friend, with your college friend and middle school ex across from you.

Since you all knew each other; Eunwoo, Seungcheol and you being middle school friends, all four of you being in the same college, conversation flowed quite easily. The only times it felt like the double date was taking a toll on you was when Eunwoo and Hana would show affection to each other, where you and Seungcheol could barely have your shoulders touch.

He has always been a great friend to you. Having met the first time in middle school as well, but he was also your neighbor during those early years in your teen. He was there for you when you began dating Eunwoo, and he was there when the latter decided to break it off in order to focus on school. Unfortunately, Seungcheol and you separated since you went to different high schools, only to meet again in college and in the same major.

He was caring, looked out for you because he wanted to, and not because your parents asked him to make sure you ate well and stayed healthy. He was also annoying, and nagged at you a lot for staying up too late, or drinking too much energy drinks. He'd also be your 911 whenever you chose to get a bit too drunk the night after the end of finals week, but the next morning, your hungover would be accompanied by a lecture from him on the dangers of drinking too much at such a young age.

Did you ever believe that his caring was more than just as a friend looking out for a friend? Sometimes, but it seemed impossible, especially when Seungcheol was a popular individual in your campus. He had many that wanted to be him or be with him, why would he settle for someone as careless and reckless as yourself?

"Yeah, you guys go ahead, Seungcheol and my building aren't too far from here," you told Hana, and she nodded, the two waving goodbye, leaving you with Seungcheol. You watched as they disappeared in Eunwoo's car, driving off before turning to Seungcheol, with a tight smile.

"What?" you asked, your tone a bit too harsh since you didn't have to keep an act now. He only chuckled, the dent in his cheek prominent as he shook his head.

The two of you walked towards your apartment building in silence for the first few minutes before Seungcheol spoke up.

"So?"

"So, what?"

"Do you feel like you proved your point to them?" You rolled your eyes, inhaling deeply. "I hope so."

"So, you've moved on from Eunwoo?" He asked again, and you shrugged.

"Obviously, I mean, it was, what? Six years ago? More maybe," you began, "and plus, seeing how much they cared for each other, even if I haven't moved on, I'd still act like I did… they really do care for each other…"

Seungcheol didn't respond, only stared at you from your side.

You then sighed again, "But I did move on, it was just a shock at first when I saw them, is all."

Your friend hummed in response, then asked, "But how come you never decided to date anyone after him?"

You glanced up at the brunette, "I don't know, I just… never found the right guy, I guess."

"During your entire high school career?"

You nodded. "No one really stuck out to me." Seungcheol wordlessly nodded, allowing for the rest of your walk to the building be in complete silence.

Once you both reached your floor, he stopped you in front of your door. "The favor you owe me, by the way, Y/N."

You stared at him wide-eyed, "Already?" He bounced his eyebrows. "But please, nothing money related, it's the end of the month, I have barely anything left in my account."

"Don't worry, it won't be that," he reassured you, causing you to sigh in relief.

"Then what?"

He smirked, the dimple in his cheek seeming deeper than usual. "Go on a date with me? For real this time."

If you were to tell yourself that Seungcheol had been waiting to ask you out ever since the two of you met in middle school, only stepping back because he didn't want to intrude on your relationship with Eunwoo, then finally shooting his shot after almost eight years… you'd laugh so hard, you'd strain your neck.

But here you are, a week after that "real date", cuddled up beside the brunette with bright, brown eyes, watching him read through a report on a Sunday afternoon.

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fkinavocado · 2 years

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 22 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 23 (Word count: 4k)

“You changed your hair”

You hummed, nodding. You didn’t think he’d notice. You hardly ever noticed it anymore. It used to really startle you whenever you (accidentally) looked into the mirror. For months, you didn’t recognize yourself. Not that now you did.

“Yeah” you cleared your throat “Can we… cut to the chase?”

“Yer attitude hasn’t really changed, though” he beamed “Listen… gotta be real honest with ya. Didn’t think you’d agree to this. Lord knows I searched high and low for you. I wouldn’t be asking, if it weren’t important”

“...That’s cutting to the chase?”

He smirked looking at you from under his lashes “Ok, sorry. I just know you’re gonna get up and leave. Trying to build my case here”

“Save that for when you’re in court”

“Fair enough” he nodded, biting his lower lip “I’m here to ask you to take the stand. As a witness”

“No. Out of the question” you shook your head vehemently

“Y/N…”

“It’s miss L/N, and the answer is no”

Niall leaned over the small diner table, hunching his back to bring himself in as close as possible “Look. I’m not an idiot. Hell, I’ve been there, alright? I’ve seen Harry after you– vanished!”

You pushed your back flush against the booth’s backrest, shutting your eyes tightly. No. You couldn’t do this. But then Niall grabbed your hand, a gentle yet firm grip, and that made you open your eyes back, taking in his pained expression. This might have been the first time you’d seen him like this. Seemingly nothing was too serious for Niall Horan, he looked as if he took everything in stride, always a cheeky grin on his face. It infuriated you. But seeing him look this serious was giving you pause

“Don’t go. Please. Hear me out. It’s been 2 years, Y/N…”

“17 months.”

“... Well, it’s been an eternity for Harry. You don’t understand. He’s… he shut down. Ok? I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I don’t want to emotionally blackmail you into showing up, but if this trial goes wrong… I’m really scared for him. Alright? He’s not just my client, he’s my friend first and foremost. I already let him down, this case has been ongoing for far too long. I can’t lose it. I can’t. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You were staring into space, taking in all that he was saying.

It’d been 17 months since you’d last seen Harry. Nobody had so much as uttered his name to you ever since. And now, all of a sudden, Niall was here. Talking to you about him. Someone you’d tried with all your will to forget. To pretend like he never existed.

It should have been easy enough. Moving to another state, changing your job- waitressing, making sure you had no social media presence, changing up your appearance. You were like a needle in a haystack. Impossible to track.

You made sure he couldn’t find you.

Because you knew he’d try.

You were very careful not to leave any traces behind, and just, well… vanished, like Niall had put it. It should’ve been easy enough to pretend like he’d never been part of your life. Nothing around you should’ve reminded you of him anymore. You’d changed your life completely.

But he was there, every step of the way. His presence never left you. The guilt never left you. You kept reminding yourself that you were doing this for him, yet deep down you felt as though you’d committed the most terrible of crimes.

The more time went on, the more you began questioning whether you’d done the right thing. Morally, you knew you’d had no other way around this. You couldn’t just break up with him- Harry would’ve never allowed it. So, discussing this with him had been out of the question. The alternative was something you couldn’t live with, knowing you were the reason why his daughter wouldn’t speak to him. You felt responsible for everything. It was you, you were the culprit in all of this. You couldn’t go back and undo the past, but you could at least do the right thing then, and hope that it wouldn’t be too late.

Emily had asked her father to choose.

Harry would have never done that.

So you took the decision for him. The right one. The only one.

Even if it probably meant he now hated you. You could live with that. What you couldn’t have lived with was knowing you were the reason his daughter had cut him out of her life.

But this was barely living.

“Me running into you here can’t be a coincidence, Y/N. Please. I’m begging. I didn’t tell him, like you asked. I kept my mouth shut. And you know why? ‘Cause if you didn’t show up today and just upped and ran away again, and I’d told him I found you? He’d be here with me right now. He’d have come here in a heartbeat. And if you ran, that would’ve broken his heart all over again. I couldn’t risk that. So when I ran into you last night I nearly thought I must’ve been hallucinating. Let alone when you mumbled your agreement to meet with me today during your lunch break. I’m surprised you’re still sitting there, to be honest”

“Maybe if you let go of my hand, I wouldn’t” you pulled your hand away swiftly, and his lips quirked up in a smile

“We both know why you’re still sitting there. I played the devil’s advocate for a long time, Y/N. Ok? Real talk. Cards on the table. I thought you were the filthiest bitch, the lowest kind of scum for ditching him the way you did” your eyes widened at his brutal words but his grin only got larger “And I even ended up with a dislocated jaw because of it”

You covered your mouth in shock. Before you could stop them, tears were falling in a rapid stream down your cheeks and Niall furrowed his brows “Wow, wasn’t exactly expecting you to cry out of pity for me, though”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing your tears to subside. You were shaking and couldn’t help your visceral reaction. You felt Niall scoot in the booth near you, putting his arm around you “Hey” he tried soothing you, his voice calmer, gentler “Hey, Y/N. It’s fine… calm down, ok? I think you’re having a panic attack, are you alright? Should I do something? How can I help, I’m freaking out here a bit”

You tried calming down enough to explain “He… he, fuck. He hit you?”

Niall froze, realisation finally hitting him “Oh, shite. I guess I didn’t really think about it that way… I had it coming, ya know? Unlike… But, ugh. Yeah… Y/N?... He really isn’t himself without you. That’s the thing… uhm” he cleared his throat “It’s really not my place…”

You turned towards him fully “What’s that supposed to mean? What’s going on?” Niall had gone back to a very serious expression and you quickly learned that you much rathered him with that stupid grin you wanted to slap off his face “You can’t just spring that up on me and not tell me! What’s happening with him?”

“I think you know the answer to that, love. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you how great he was doing, if only just to rub it in your face, but he’s not. He’s a mess. He’s…” he sighed heavily “He’s been getting into these fights…”

You gasped audibly and realized some of the diner’s patrons were beginning to eavesdrop and look your way but you couldn’t give a flying fuck. You probably should’ve picked a different place to talk to Niall, but you really thought you’d dismiss him 5 minutes into your conversation, you only agreed to it because he’d told you it was concerning the trial, and you were intrigued as well as worried that it was still ongoing, so you reluctantly agreed. You’d changed your mind about actually showing up for work that day a dozen times during the night, the alternative having been to just run away again. You were half expecting Niall to have tricked you and to break his promise that he’d not be telling Harry he’d found you there. He’d just stopped for coffee and lunch at the diner you were working at, totally randomly. He said he had an aunt in a senior care facility in the city that he visited twice a year or as often as his time off allowed it, since it was so out of the way, but he was all the family she had left.

“Yeah…” Niall trailed off “That’s actually what’s been a major step back in the case. Your family came forward with evidence of him being violent and getting into altercations–”

“What kind of altercations?!”

“Uhm. Mostly bar fights? He’d just go out and get wasted and end up getting in a fight with one guy or the other” Niall swallowed audibly “For no reason. He’ll just randomly start a fight and it escalates. He picks really rowdy looking men too, big, buff guys. Even groups, sometimes. Disturbing them whilst watching the game, or something, ending up getting beat up in the back alley more often than not”

You covered your ears, looking away, recoiling at what Niall was telling you. No, this couldn’t be true. No, no, no!!! This was all wrong! This wasn’t at all the way it was supposed to be! Harry should’ve been striving without you, his life should’ve been back in order… Not worse!

You didn’t realize it but you were violently shaking, trying to stifle your sobs again. Niall had gotten up and then came back shortly, whispering “There you go, love, I talked to the manager to give you the day off, alright? Said it was a personal family matter. Let’s go”

You nodded and let him guide you to his car where you broke down crying in earnest. You didn’t care if he saw you like that. You didn’t care about anything. Not after hearing what Harry had been up to. Knowing the significance of him turning to violence had. Knowing how broken he must be to be doing this.

Next thing you knew, you were shaken awake and you jumped at the intrusion before you made sense of all of it again “Sorry. You… cried yourself to exhaustion on the ride here. I know it’s not ideal but it’s my hotel and I obviously didn’t know where you lived. Didn’t know where else to take you. Hope you don’t consider it too off-putting. I think you need to lie down for a bit, you’re in shock”

You nodded, knowing he was right and just followed him to his hotel room. It turned out to be a nice hotel, in the nice part of town (opposite to the one you were living and working in), hence the long drive, and it was actually a suite. “You can lie down for a bit”

“No, no. I’m… better now. Could I have a glass of water though?”

“Sure. At least sit, ok? Kinda scared to leave you out of sight in your condition”

“I promise I’m ok” you murmured, although that was a big fat lie.

He looked at you worriedly before fetching you that glass of water. You gulped it down as you sat on the sofa and he sat opposite of you on an armchair “I’m sorry. I never should have sprung all of that on you like that. I don’t know what I was thinking… To be honest, maybe part of me wanted to punish you in a way. Kinda wanted to hurt you a bit, not gonna lie. I thought you couldn’t give two fucks about Harry anymore”

You scoffed and just looked away “I deserve it, I guess. I deserve it, I should have known that no matter what I did… I couldn’t have fixed it. I tried... And to hear that it only made matters worse…” your eyes were flooded by tears again “Is fucking killing me”

“Hey, hey. Wait. Let’s… you’d just calmed down. Let’s not open all that up again for a bit, ok? Sorry. You’re really upset about this, I can tell. I’m just surprised. I wasn’t expecting this reaction from you at all”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m a filthy bitch, lowest of scum- how was it? Guess the lawyer in you really had to believe in his own case against me”

Niall was silent for a moment “I don’t think I ever believed it. But I had to try and sell it to him, ya know? Make him wanna hate you, or at least be mad at you. Not that he isn’t mad at you, but not in the way I wanted him to. I wanted him to hate your guts, turn against you, be disgusted by you even. So that he could finally move on. But not Harry. He’s so angry and yet he loves you so much. I’ll never understand it”

You felt tears fall heavily in your lap as you bit your lower lip at his words.

Words couldn’t describe how you felt hearing that after so long Harry still loved you. Even after hearing all of that awful news beforehand, it still made your heart swell. It made you forget about everything else for a split second and remember how it felt to be loved by Harry. Something you hadn’t allowed yourself to do in a long, long while.

“... Why’d you do it, Y/N?” Niall snapped you out of it “He searched everywhere for you. Hell, even I pulled in favours with all of my higher-up connections trying to get a lead on you. It was as though you fell off the face of the earth. Police wouldn’t aid, of course, since they could track you down just to ensure you weren’t truly missing. But even with my connections they wouldn’t budge”

“I… yeah. I was approached several times by the police. Told them I didn’t want to be found, that I wasn’t missing. Asked them for their discretion on it, but I still moved around a couple of times just to be sure they wouldn’t disclose where I was. I knew with your connections and Harry’s penchant for private eyes that I had to be extremely careful, otherwise it would have all been in vain…”

“And wasn’t it? All in vain? Sure as hell seems to me like it was” he sounded almost… angry? A new side to Niall you’d never seen before. Turns out you hadn’t really gotten to know him at all in that month or so that you’d known him back then and met up with him a few times at Harry’s insistence. You only agreed to go out and meet with him for his sake, and you could tell they were good friends, but something about Niall had just always irked you. You were starting to see him in a different light though.

You hung your head and had no real answer to that “What about… I mean… How’s things with Emily?”

Niall scoffed “How do ya think? With her father getting in trouble like that, drunk off his ass and beaten to a pulp when she’d go bail him out of county jail. She’s angry. Mostly with herself, though”

You quit trying to stop your tears from falling, but you found a way to breathe through them so that you wouldn’t get as worked up. You desperately wanted to listen, find out as much as Niall was willing to tell you “So she’s there for him…”

“I mean, she had to. I’m not always around. She even moved back home after she graduated to keep an eye on him. Thought that would sober him up. But she hasn’t moved back into his house, and can’t really keep him under curfew, can she? She’s got her own life, a new guy, a good guy. Who incidentally happens to despise Harry” Niall chuckled at the last sentence “Who wouldn’t, though. I despise him half the time, too. Had I not known him before all this, I’d have given up on our friendship. It’s like talking to a brick wall nowadays. He won’t budge. You can’t get to him, not really. Some days he looks like he’s getting his shit together, he’ll have us all fooled that he’s on the mend, and then he pulls the same stunt again. At least he isn’t drinking unless he’s looking for a fight. Like, he’s not an alcoholic, isn’t drowning his sorrow in bottles at home, he just drinks so that he gets wasted enough to get into another fight. I’ve got a pile of charges against him, Y/N. None of them are that bad, luckily. Well, he ends up getting beaten up most of the time, he’s too drunk to really put up a fight and cause any real harm”

You swallowed the lump in your throat “Why does he do it, then?...”

Niall looked at you then before looking away, shaking his head “He said he wants to drown the pain, and only thing that gets his mind off it is physical pain”

Your heart, the one that was already broken in a million tiny pieces somehow gathered the strength to glue itself back together again just so that it could implode from within, blown out particles scattered through your bloodstream now. There was no way you could live on knowing this. You’d barely been living as it was. Merely existing. But the weight of all of this was too much to bear. You felt as though you were suffocating, you didn’t fit within the confines of your own skin all of a sudden… How could you do this to him? How could you? You’d never forgive yourself, of that much you were certain.

“He won’t see a therapist. I’ve tried everything. Emily too. He won’t listen. He told her she’s never entitled to asking anything of him ever again, point blanc. I was there. Never seen him talk to her like that. She feels responsible, of course. I know about… ya know… So she can’t really force his hand anymore. Her boyfriend, I can tell, is trying to get her to keep her distance. Can’t say I blame the guy, all this must seem really shitty to him. She’s even had to lend him money, bailing him out. He’s still working but his heart just isn’t into it anymore. No more big projects. Just enough to get him by. Hell, I’m working this case pro bono…”

“Oh my God” you breathed out, looking upward, trying to catch your breath. You could feel yourself starting to lose grasp on your control again “Oh God, Niall. What have I done? I left hoping it would fix everything… So that he wouldn’t have to choose between me and his own daughter. It’s the only thought that’s been keeping me going. Knowing that I did the right thing… even if it hurt both of us. I knew it was the right thing… but this, all this can’t be real” you shook your head in disbelief “It just can’t. I can’t accept this… I refuse–”

“Well, what the fuck, Y/N! Least you could’ve done was check up on him somehow. Discreetly. Ya know? You just up and left and pretended like he never existed and now you’re sitting here, sobbing like you’re mourning him and I honestly don’t know what to think anymore!”

“I couldn’t, ok?! I couldn’t risk it, I was too weak… still am. Had I tried finding out anything about him, I wouldn’t have been able to stop at that. I’d have wanted to know more, and more and finally my resolve would’ve crumbled. I had to talk myself into sticking with this decision everyday for the past 17 months, Niall! Every god damn day! You don’t know how many times I’ve dialled his number from a payphone just to hear his voice one more time. I never let it ring more than twice before hanging up, though. Once, I got his voicemail right away and I burst into tears hearing his recording. Don’t… don’t act like you know me. Like you know what I’ve been through. You know his side, his pain, his suffering but do you think mine was any different? I had to live with the fact that I left him. Betrayed his trust, betrayed our love for one another. Just…”

You both fell silent for a long while, Niall standing up at one point at looking out the window. You felt like the room was spinning. You didn’t know how to handle the state of despair you were in. You felt like you wanted for someone to sedate you, put you right to sleep so that you didn’t have to deal with the reality of it all.

“I honestly wouldn’t have approached you yesterday had I not really needed you to be on the witness stand for this trial” Niall finally broke the silence, his tone of voice serious “Your family is really pushing this angle of him being violent to get the case to turn in their favour. We still have your testimony but they’ve had people come up and say how he’d just launched at them, unprovoked, clearly looking to get rowdy, and I have no one on the defence. His ex wife won’t take the stand, hell, she might turn against him under oath so maybe that’s for the better. There’s Emily, but she’s the defendant as well, so her credibility is almost null. And what with…” Niall cleared his throat “I mean. It’s a lot. We could really use a witness in his favour. They’re really making him out to be the bad guy here, meanwhile they’re posing into these harmless angels- starring with your brother. They’re even using your running away as an example of how violent Harry is, and how this is clearly why you’ve had to resort to it. Made up a whole story about how you keep in touch with them and are pleading for them not to tell him where you are, since you’re in fear for your life. And how Harry is actually the one who got Derek involved with drugs to begin with, and – it’s a lot. And it’s not looking good for us, Y/N. I’m not trying to twist the knife here, but if you’re being real with me with how badly you feel about all of this, you’ll come with me back home”

“I…” your mouth fell agape and you struggled to make sense of any of it anymore. You wanted to fix this, you desperately wanted to fix this… but could you, really? Or would you just be hurting him all the more by showing up now? Surely he was beyond ever considering forgiving you now. And would your testimony even amount to much now, anyway? Niall seemed extremely discouraged with the outcome of this trial, and your contribution wasn’t probably going to change much. It was too little, your retelling the story of how Harry had to knock your father out because of what he’d said about you in front of him. Too little, compared to all the stories backed up by witnesses of him getting into bar fights deliberately, looking for trouble. You couldn’t even think straight at this point, but what little semblance of logic you had left was telling you it would be all in vain and would just reopen unhealed wounds. Yours as well as his. “I really don’t know that that would be wise, Niall…”

Niall turned to look at you then “... Unfuckingbelievable”

Your eyes shot up to him then and you’d probably never seen someone look at you with so much disdain before

“The room is paid for in full; stay, don’t, I don’t give a damn. I won’t be telling Harry that I ran into you, don’t ya worry, I wouldn’t do that to him.” He stepped into the bedroom for a quick moment and emerged with a small carryon bag, then went straight for the entrance before he turned on his heel for a quick glance your way “Pity. Would’ve fooled anyone with those tears into thinking you were being honest. Maybe would’ve even won us the case. Can’t say I blame Harry anymore for putting his trust in you like that, I almost fell for it myself”. And with a scoff, he was out the door, leaving you in complete stupor.

Chapter 24

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! ♥️ Whether you have a special someone, you don't have someone, or spend today with family instead, that's all right! Have fun! Be sure to love yourself too! Not just today, but every day!

Yay! The second chapter! Writing this chapter made me feel so giddy inside! Perfect for today! Hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 2: Hoverchocs

Sunlight beamed into the window as the sun greeted the town. The clock tower chimed loudly to signal the start of the day. Yin groaned softly in his sleep. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. He saw the sunlight peaking through the window, making him smile sleepily.

The bedroom door opened, and there stood Noodle. The sight of her made Yin sit up and jump out of the bed and jog over to her, his socked feet making the wood creak just a little.

"Noodle. Thank goodness! Where were you? You didn't come back to the room." He said worriedly.

"Mrs. Scrubbit caught me. I spent the night inside the coup." Noodle replied, looking to the side.

Yin frowned and gave Noodle a hug. The girl hugged back after a few seconds. "I'm so sorry, Noodle. I wish I could do something for you." He told her.

Noodle shook her head. "Just you being here makes me feel better." She admits.

Yin smiled softly at the girl and patted the top of her head; an action Noodle welcomed. "Do you have the laundry wagon ready?" He asked. Noodle smiled. "Always do. Now come on. You don't want to miss your boyfriend." She teased as she turned to leave.

Yin felt his cheeks warm up with embarrassment. "H-he's not my boyfriend." He stuttered out. Noodle giggled at her flustered friend and left to go down to the basement where the laundry room was.

After composing himself, Yin slipped his boots on and quietly walked towards the front lobby. He knew Mrs. Scrubbit was busy checking her own rooms that her staff were not allowed to use. Bleacher was outside doing roll call. He got to the dumb waiter and slipped inside before pushing the button to take him down to the laundry room. Once he was down there, he slipped out, just in time to see the other workers coming in.

"Yin! How's it going, dear? Find yourself a man yet?" Piper Benz asked the boy with a teasing but sweet tone, clasping his hand in hers before giving it a shake. She was a no-nonsense kind of woman, but she had a playful side to her too; a combination Yin liked.

Yin chuckled, waving off the playful comment. "No, not yet."

"Yeah, right. I'm taking him to see someone in the Gallery Gourmet when I take the laundry out." Noodle told the workers.

Yin blushed in embarrassment. "Noodle!"

The workers all clapped, saying their praises, and Piper whistled at the news. Abacus chuckled. "That's great to hear. My dear boy is growing up." He said, patting Yin's shoulder. Yin chuckled, accepting the gesture. He loved Abacus Crunch; he treated him like a son. When he found out he liked boys, Abacus supported him and wished him luck in finding his soulmate.

Lottie Bell only gave Yin a smile. He gave her a soft smile in return. She wasn't a talker, but he knew she meant well.

"Ready to go, Yin?" Noodle asked, pulling out the wagon. Yin nodded and walked over to the dumb waiter.

"Good luck, Yin. Hopefully, he's better than my partner from my third marriage." Chucklesworth said jokingly. Larry Chucklesworth was an amateur comedian. His jokes were mostly a hit or miss for Yin. But this time, Yin chuckled a bit, feeling excited, "Thank you, Larry."

Everyone waved at Yin as he slipped into the dumb waiter, holding a laundry bag. Yin waved back to them before pushing the button to take him up.

Noodle waved at her fellow workers, who waved back. She pulled the wagon upstairs to the main lobby and stopped at the dumbwaiter. Once the door opened, Yin, now inside the laundry bag, sneakily fell into the wagon carefully; landing with a soft thud. Noodle then took the wagon out of the wash house and went the way she normally would. Once the wash house was out of sight, she switched routes and stopped in a small alleyway.

"Coast is clear." She whispered to Yin.

Yin peeked his head out of the bag; an adorable action that made Noodle giggle. Yin pulled himself out of the wagon. "Works every time." He said, fixing his clothes.

"Yeah, yeah. Now, come on, so you don't miss your boyfriend." Noodle teased as she started to pull the wagon again.

Yin let out an embarrassed whine. "Again, he's not my boyfriend."

The two walked towards the gates that led to the Gallery Gourmet. They were already open, and people were there already, crowding in front of a shop that is vacant. Yin couldn't help but hop on his toes excitedly as he searched for a familiar magenta coat and brown top hat. Anything that reminded him of the pretty magician.

"There he is!" Noodle pointed to where Mr. Wonka was. He was standing in front of the big crowd in front of the same shop he stopped at when Yin first saw him, talking to the audience in a very animated way. Yin felt his excitement grow at the sight of him.

"Go! Go to him!" Noodle encouraged.

Yin nodded before looking at Noodle. "How do I look?" He asked, his arms stretched out at his sides. Noodle looked him over, before smiling.

"You look handsome. Don't worry, you'll do great. Just be yourself. Your endearing, cheerful, and optimistic self." Noodle reassured.

Yin bit his bottom lip shyly at her words, fiddling with the bracelet around his right wrist. He gave her a nod before smiling softly and walked towards the adorable chocolate entrepreneur, just as he started to play a tune on a small whistle like instrument and started to sing.

🎵In a jungle near Mumbai

There's a little hoverfly

Whose wings go at a thousand flaps a second, that's no lie

These microscopic fleas

Like chocolate more than leaves

And when asked nicely, lay precisely one little egg in each of these🎵

As he sang, he removed his top hat and pulled out a clear glass jar filled with colorful oval shaped chocolates. Yin's eyes widened as he tried to get a closer look.

Unbeknownst to everyone, three certain people were watching from their stores above.

🎵When it hatches from its shell

It gives a happy yell, "Woohoo!"

How thrilling to be living in a chocolate hotel

It beats its wings with glee

And then as you will see

The chocolate will levitate and float most gracefully🎵

Wonka danced around his stand, shaking the jar gently before going back to his post. Then, he opened the jar, and to everyone’s surprise, the chocolate, as he said, started to levitate and float.

Yin gasped loudly at the amazing sight. He watched as the chocolates danced around in the air. As he did, he caught glimpses of the three members of the chocolate cartel but chose to ignore them to marvel at Wonka's creation.

🎵Well, there's chocolate

And there's chocolate

But only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sockelets

Put your hand into your pockelet

Get yourself some Wonka chocolate

Come now, I insist🎵

Wonka handed the jar to an audience member before he started to dance again. The chocolates danced and swirled above the crowd, eventually forming a fancy 'W'.

🎵You've never had chocolate like this

No, you've never had chocolate like this🎵

The chocolate flew back to the jar in Wonka's hand, and soon, all of them were back in the glass jar as Wonka finished his tune.

The crowd erupted into applause and words of praise and amazement. Yin was also clapping, hopping up and down while giggling. He took a glance at Noodle, who was also smiling in amazement. The two shared a smile before Yin turned his attention back to Wonka.

"Now, who wants to try one?" Wonka called out to the crowd. Many people raised their hands, including Yin, but then, an oh-so-familiar voice called out that made Yin tense up.

"I will."

Everyone turned their heads at the sound of the voice. The three best chocolate sellers emerged from the crowd to face Wonka. The atmosphere was tense now, but Wonka was starstrucked.

"M-mr. Slugworth, sir!" His voice filled with admiration. "Mr. Fickelgruber! And Mr. Prodnose!" He held his hand out for a handshake. "What an honor! Ever since I was a little- boy!" Wonka yelped as Slugworth squeezed his hand hard; it could've been considered bone-crushing. Wonka pulled away, laughing it off. "That's quite the handshake."

"It's a business handshake, Mr. Wonka. Lets people know I mean business." Slugworth replied.

'More like you look down on others.' Yin thought to himself.

Slugworth continued. "Now, come along, let's try one of these so-called 'Hoverchocs'."

Wonka offered the chocolate to the three businessmen. Everyone watched with bated breath as they popped them into their mouths. As they chewed, they struggled to hide their exquisite pleasure.

"Oh! It's not just chocolate, is it? There's... marshmallow." Slugworth spoke.

"That's right. Harvested from the mallow marshes of Peru." Wonka said dreamily.

'Marshmallow? That's rare! I don't think I've had a chocolate with marshmallow in it!' Yin thought to himself.

"And caramel. But-but it's - " Fickelgruber started, but Wonka finished for him.

"Salted. With the bittersweet tears of a Russian clown."

'Salted caramel is normal in chocolate but with tears of a Russian clown? What? Is that a joke? Who is this Mr. Wonka?' Yin thought.

"And is that? Surely not... Cherry?" Prodnose guessed.

"Cherry-picked by the pick of the cherry-pickers from the Imperial Gardens of Japan." Wonka answered with a smile.

'Marshmallow, salted caramel AND cherry?! What a combination! Wonka must really know his craft!' Yin thought to himself again.

The crowd themselves were also impressed and were whispering about the chocolate and Wonka.

Then, Slugworth spoke up, after composing himself, "Well then, Mr. Wonka, I've been in this business for a very long time. And I can safely say... that of all the chocolate I have ever tasted. This is without doubt... the absolute one hundred percent... worst!"

The crowd gasped at his words. Yin felt his anger rise. 'No way! He's lying! He clearly enjoyed it!'

But Wonka took it differently and yelled with excitement. "Whoo! There we have it, ladies and gentlemen! An endorsement from Mr. Slugworth-" He stopped, registering the words Slugworth spoke before turning back to them with a frown and a sad tone. "Wait, the worst?"

"We three are the fiercest of rivals, and yet we agree one thing. A good chocolate should be simple, plain, and complicated." Slugworth said as he walked to Wonka.

Fickelgruber stepped up as well. "And this with all its bells and whistles.." He chuckled a bit. "Well, it's just -"

"Weird." Prodnose finished.

Wonka frowned. "Oh! The shame! The terrible shame!"

Yin frowned, feeling his heart drop. He felt very bad for the precious and adorable young man. He was so excited to share his creation, only to have his idols crush his dreams. But of course, he didn't know that his idols were despicable people.

"Don't be downhearted, Mr. Wonka. So you're not a chocolatier. There are many other lines of business." Slugworth said with feigned encouragement.

Fickelgruber, however, obviously smirked and made a snide remark, "Although I'd avoid fashion!"

The crowd tittered at the jibe, but Yin was now fuming. He liked Wonka's fashion. He really wanted to give them a piece of his mind now. Insulting someone’s work and crushing their dreams is terrible, but commenting on someone's appearance was a new low. He went to push through the crowd to confront the despicable businessmen until he looked at Wonka and stopped.

Wonka had a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Oh, I don't mean it's a shame for me. It's a shame for you."

Slugworth looked at Wonka. "Excuse me?"

"If you thought the chocolate was weird, you're going to hate what happens next."

Just as he said that, Slugworth started to rise up into the air, shocking him and everyone else except for Wonka.

"What's happening? What's going on?" Slugworth asked, getting nervous.

"That's the hoverfly. It's broken out of its cocoon, and it's flapping its wings like billy-o." Wonka replied.

Fickelgruber and Prodnose started floating along with Slugworth. Prodnose flipped upside down, sending his wig falling to the ground. Willy picks it up and throws it back to him.

The crowd was laughing and marveling at the effects of the Hoverchoc.

"You mean a fly's doing this?" Fickelgruber asked, shocked by this development.

"Yes, but don't worry, it'll be completely unharmed. In about twenty minutes, it'll get tired and exit through your rear!" He yelled to them as he watched the three float up higher.

"You what?!" Fickelgruber exclaimed.

"He means we're going to fart them out of our botties!" Prodnose replied to Fickelgruber.

"I know what he meant!" Fickelgruber exclaimed in annoyance.

"You're off your rocker, Wonka! Who in their right mind would want a chocolate that makes you fly?!" Slugworth exclaimed.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Wonka opened the glass jar. "Who's for a Hoverchoc?!" The chocolate flew up into the air again as the crowd clamored to get a piece. "One sovereign a piece!"

Wonka thanked the various customers as they paid for the chocolate and started to float up into the air as well. Everyone, whether floating or on the ground, were laughing and watching with awe at the spectacle.

Yin was laughing joyfully, jumping up and down on his feet. He took a glance at Noodle and saw she was smiling widely as she watched the people fly up into the air. They looked at each other and shared a big smile. Noodle swore that she never saw Yin smile so widely.

Yin then saw Noodle turn back to the crowd and watch her wave to someone. He turned back, still smiling with joy, seeing someone was looking at him.

It was Mr. Wonka.

The beautiful chocolatier was looking at him. At him! Wonka smiled and tipped his hat to Yin.

Yin felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks. He giggled at the man and, in a moment of playfulness, bowed at the waist to the top hat wearing man.

When he looked up again from the bow, he saw Wonka was chuckling, his smile bigger than the one he had just moments ago. This caused Yin to giggle once more.

But before he could walk up to him and personally introduce himself, he heard whistles going off. The police were here.

"Excuse me, Yin." The familiar voice of Officer Affable broke Yin out of his trance, and he took one more glance at Wonka before running towards Noodle, still smiling like a kid on Christmas.

Yin hasn't smiled so widely in years.

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Good News, Everyone!

A Group Chat With All The Characters

Author's Note: The first time I played through this part of the season, I thought, "why can't I/MC compete in the bloody moon contest?" So, this is me indulging.

Asmo: Guess what I just heard!

Asmo: There's going to be a BLOODY MOON at the end of the month!

Asmo: *grinning emoji*

Belphie: You got to be joking.

Satan: Unfortunately, he's being serious. The meteorologist just reported it this morning.

Belphie: *gif of someone groaning*

Belphie: I'm STILL exhausted from the last go-around.

MC: What's special about a bloody moon?

Solomon: It's a moon that demons have worshipped since ancient times.

Satan: ^

Levi: In recent years, RAD has held a special assembly on the first night of the bloody moon.

Lucifer: The entire student body decides who the most honored and respected demons are.

MC: So, it's a popularity contest. No wonder Asmo's excited.

Asmo: Hey! *angry emoji*

Beel: It didn't use to be that way, you know. People actually took it quite seriously.

Belphie: But now everyone simply votes on who they like the best, despite whether they act honorable or not.

MC: Which means that Diavolo wins every time.

Mammon: And Lucifer always places second, the lucky bastard.

Lucifer: Watch your language.

Diavolo: I have an announcement to make.

Asmo: Is it about the bloody moon?

Diavolo: Yes. This year, I want to try something different.

Asmo: *questioning sticker*

Barbatos: A couple weeks into the original exchange program, the newspaper club conducted a popularity contest under Lord Diavolo's orders. He wanted to see if anyone would vote for the exchange students if he made them eligible candidates.

Simeon: Solomon and Luke made the top ten.

Barbatos: Precisely.

Diavolo: Which is why I want to allow them to participate in this year's bloody moon contest.

MC: *angry squawking crow sticker*

Mammon: Clearly MC does NOT like the idea...

MC: No, because the moment you announce it to the entire student body, everyone's gonna be like, "well, he's just doing it for MC", because let's be honest, neither of the angels are going to win, and people are wary enough of Solomon that he probably doesn't have a shot, and so they're going to just roll their eyes at the whole thing and take me less seriously because you make all of these exceptions for a mere human that shouldn't even be here in the first place.

Satan: *shocked emoji*

Levi: *shocked emoji*

Mammon: Wow.

Asmo: *eeek sticker*

Diavolo: I am not making this decision lightly, MC.

MC: Sure you're not. It's going to be your birthday celebration all over again, and I'm tired of you forcing me into the spotlight.

Belphie: *gif of someone eating popcorn*

Luke: *questioning sticker*

Diavolo: I will have you know that in the short amount of time since the bloody moon was announced, I've overheard SEVERAL conversations from ALL SORTS of demons that were wanting to write you in as an option for the contest.

Diavolo: You have garnered a lot of respect, especially after midterms. People genuinely like you, and I WANT you to see that.

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MC: Fine.

MC: But I'm competing honestly.

Solomon: I'll certainly throw my hat in the ring.

Simeon: I'll join in as well.

Simeon: Luke says he does not want to compete but wonders if he can still vote.

Diavolo: *thumbs up emoji*

Barbatos: Are all of the brothers participating?

Belphie: I'd rather not, but it's not like I have much of a choice.

Mammon: At least you have the option! I got banned after the last bloody moon!

Lucifer: Because you cheated.

Solomon: *laughing emoji*

Lucifer: I do not appreciate you laughing at me.

Solomon: I just find it amusing that you get on Mammon for his language and cheating and yet remain silent when MC tears Diavolo a new one.

Lucifer: MC was simply voicing their concerns.

Solomon: Yeah, okay.

Solomon: Couldn't be because you're so head over heels in love with MC that you'd let them get away with murder.

Asmo: DAAAAMN!

Levi: ^

Satan: I'd sleep with one eye open for the next few nights, Solomon.

Belphie: ^

Simeon: *smirking emoji*

MC: You all are nuts.

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sarifinasnightmare · 5 months

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The Whoopsie

Rating: For Everyone

Pairing: Sarah/Bucky

Summary: Bucky is recovering from a whoopsie. The Wilsons behave accordingly.

Prompt: Found Family

Author's Note: It's a day late, but I hope that's okay. 😁

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“Sam, what did I tell you??”

“Sarah, this wasn’t my fault!”

“Like hell this isn’t your fault! You’re the one who took him from our family dinner table to investigate that factory just because your Falcon senses were tingling!”

“Falcon senses?” *snort* “Ow, that actually hurt.”

“Don’t move too much James. My poor guy.”

“James?? When did he become James??”

“Uh…recently?”

“Recently??”

“Yes, recently! You might as well know; Sam. James and I are official.”

“Aha! I knew you moving down and having dinner at the house wasn’t just you being protective! What did I tell you about dating my sister??”

“I-”

“I am grown, Sam! He is also grown! If we want to date each other then there’s nothing you can do to stop us!”

“I got a Vibranium shield and a Wakandan suit that has allowed me to do a shitload of things and that could include cutting a geriatric super soldier into tiny pieces when he least expects it!”

“I’m kind of already hurting soo…..”

“Samuel Thomas Wilson don’t you dare raise my man’s blood pressure! I want him alive!”

“Listen Sarah Eunice Wilson, he was my friend first, so I get to decide whether he lives long enough to be dating my little sister!!”

“Are you guys fighting over me?”

“Shut up, man, don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not some Southern belle that needs to be protected from gentleman callers! I am a woman and I have needs!”

“Gah! I don’t want to know about that!”

“Then stay out my business and let me take care of my man! And stop hauling him out on your crazy adventures. That’s what Joaquin is for!”

“Joaquin is still green, and I know Bucky could handle himself. It’s not my fault he caught the grenade and threw it too late.”

“Baby, a grenade?? Are you trying to break my heart?”

“No, babe, I swear I tried to move fast…”

“James if anything had happened-”

“Shhh, it won’t. I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you.”

“….”

“…”

“Are you two really going to make me sit here and watch you kiss each other??”

“There’s the door. No one’s stopping you.”

“I ain’t leaving my partner while he’s recovering. I stayed for Steve, and I’ll stay for Bucky.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome. I’m still kicking your ass though.”

“No, you’re not. Once James is allowed to leave, he’s coming home where I’m going to make sure he gets all the TLC he needs.”

“Aw babe, you don’t have to.”

“Hush and be spoiled, James.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Hey, how come I never got any TLC when I get hurt?”

“When was the last time you got hurt?”

“Uh…”

“Exactly!”

“I got some cuts and bruises here!”

“Nothing some painkillers and Merthiolate can’t fix.”

“Nope! Get that shit away from my cuts!”

“Chicken.”

“Like to see you handle it!”

“Look at these hands. Does it look like I can’t handle a nick or two?”

“Yeah, yeah. Not like I don’t have my own. You gave me a few when we were kids.”

“That’s what you get for picking on me.”

*snort* “Ow…you need to stop making me laugh.”

“You hungry, baby?”

“I don’t think I can handle anything heavy right now.”

“Sam go ask if they have any soup.”

“Fine, you want anything?”

“No, just want my man home.”

“Home with you sounds good right now.”

“Ya’ll behave. I’ll be right back.”

“He’s protective of you.”

“He’s protective of you too.”

“We’re both soldiers. We don’t leave our own behind.”

“It’s more than that, James. You’re important to us Wilsons and we protect our kin.”

“I’m family?”

“Damn right.”

“I like that. I like that a whole lot.”

“Good, now rest and let that super soldier shit do its thing so we can get you home faster.”

“You got it….Eunice.”

“Boy don’t start with me.”

*snort* “Ow, your middle name is Eunice.”

“I didn’t ask to be named after a great aunt. Now shut up before I get on your name Buchanan.”

The End

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delicatenightfury · 1 year

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Hard Truths

2022 Month of Writing: Day 18

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, platonic!John Winchester x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,180

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

“So, you’re Dean’s fiance.”

y/n glanced over her shoulder. John Winchester was standing at the entrance of the room, observing her as she looked through case files and research. It was so weird having him around. He had been dead for nearly thirteen years. She had known him briefly before he had died, having been one or two hunts with the Winchester boys when they interacted with their dad.

Now, the brothers were out on a grocery run to get ingredients for Mary’s casserole. That left y/n alone in the bunker with their parents. Both of them. Alive and well. To say it was a little awkward was probably an understatement.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I, uh, noticed the ring earlier. When did he propose?”

“He asked about two years ago. Being a hunter doesn’t really allow a lot of room for financial stability, so he didn’t officially get the ring until recently.”

John smiled a little.

“Nice to know he’s finally settling down.”

y/n couldn’t help but nod.

“I never thought it would happen. We’ve both seen what hunting does to people, especially married couples. But I’m glad he finally asked.”

“So when did you start hunting with them?”

“About ten, eleven years ago. It started as an occasional thing, maybe the same hunt every couple of weeks or months, before it started becoming more frequent. Sam was the one that invited me to stay.” She paused and sat back in her chair, casting a glance toward John. “I actually went on two hunts with you and the boys.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“First one I was hunting a demon in Chicago before Dean and Sam showed up. Turned out to be a demon controlling a group of Daeva. Next hunt was weeks later. We had just wrapped up one when they heard from a friend of yours. You were on the same job, which ended up also being a vampire hunt.”

John took a moment to observe her posture, and replayed her words in his mind.

“I take it that things didn’t go smoothly?”

“I mean, we got thrown around a lot.”

“I meant between the two of us.”

y/n shook her head, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“No, smooth is probably the last word I’d use to describe it. We were civilized, but I definitely had my opinions.” She glanced at him, surprised to see that he seemed to be expecting more. “What?”

“What were your thoughts?”

“On you? You want me to tell you what my first thoughts about you were?”

He shrugged.

“Only if you’re willing.”

She looked at him for several moments, debating whether or not to actually tell him her thoughts.

“Well,” she started. She paused to give John room to back out, but he only looked at her expectantly. “To put it simply, I thought you were a dick.”

John ducked his head with a small smile. It made y/n relax a little.

“That right?”

“Oh yeah. You were so determined to kill the thing that got Mary, I could see it in your eyes when you talked about it. And I knew that that drive was what made you a good hunter. But I also saw the effect it had on your sons. The minute they saw you, their posture and personality changed. They looked more like soldiers. And after you left the first time, I could see how desperately they wanted to help you.

“Then when you came around the second time, you were still so sure to keep them in the dark. You claimed to be protecting them, yet you let them travel all across the country hunting monsters and saving people. God, I almost snapped at you during that hunt.”

y/n bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. She could picture the arguments she heard between Sam and John. She remembered how much she wanted to butt in and snap back, maybe even punch him. But it hadn’t been her place. She had stayed as far removed as she could during those moments.

“You turned your war into theirs,” she eventually continued. “So much so that they never really knew anything other than hunting. They had to grow up too quickly. Dean at least tried to make sure that Sam had a decent childhood. But Dean had to grow up too fast because you told him that it was his responsibility to watch over Sam and to keep him safe. He had to play mother and father to his little brother because you were too busy hunting. And I get that that’s the hunter’s life, but you dropped the ball on your responsibilities as a father.

“Believe me, I understand what it means to be a hunter and to have that drive to take out the darkness in the world. But there were two little beacons of light just waiting to shine, and they never did except for each other. You had a hand in making them the hunters they are, John, but not a lot in making them the men they’ve become. You let other people do that for you.”

She finally cast a glance at John. She expected him to be angry, annoyed, questioning who she was to judge his parenting. What she hadn’t been expecting was John staring right at her, nodding his head slightly with tears in his eyes.

“You’re not wrong,” he said. “I know I messed up and dropped the ball when it came to the two of them.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t love them, John,” y/n said. “I know you did. That’s clear as day to me with you being here. And you kept them safe when it mattered. You probably did the best you could, raising two boys on your own. But I’ve seen how tired the two of them get sometimes.”

John sighed and ran his hand over his head, sinking into a nearby chair.

“I never wanted for them to continue to live this life. Sam almost got out, going to college and everything. I heard Dean almost did too.”

“They’ve both tried. Almost succeeded too. But life just kind of dragged them back in.”

John nodded. He lifted his head to smile slightly at her.

“Seems like Dean’s trying to settle down again though.” The two glanced down at her ring and smiled. “Have you talked about what you’ll do?”

“We’re eventually going to try and step away. Maybe find a place close to the Bunker, find normal jobs. We might pick up a hunt every now and then, depending on what it is and the distance. But any choice that relates to hunting, we’ve agreed to talk about. We plan on talking Sam into taking a step back too.”

John smiled again, reaching over to pat his hand on her shoulder and giving it a slight squeeze

“Dean’s a lucky guy,” he said. You’re gonna make a hell of a Winchester.”

y/n blushed. She hadn’t expected that response. She smiled at him.

“I’m certainly gonna try my best.”

A/N: I was expecting there to be more Dean in this. Oops!

#month of writing #writing prompt #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #John winchester #father-in-law John winchester #supernatural #spn #spn 14x13 #platonic!John winchester

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young-astro · 19 days

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I can't help but notice that all of the people in your anti-colonialism by "marginalized people" book rec list are people who were born and grew up in either the US or, in one or two cases, another white Anglophone country. I.e. the imperial core.

As a non-American I wonder whether, due to the cultural hegemony of the US and other Anglophone countries, the perspectives of people who have spent their whole lives in the Imperial core (even if marginalized in other ways due to their race or some other attribute) can be considered "authentic" depictions of the effects of colonialism in the way that you are presenting them. I find that people from the US, even POC people from the US, are often pretty incapable of understanding non-US perspectives on social justice issues because they're rarely exposed to them and because they grew up brainwashed with media that treats the US as the center of the world, so they overlay the US framework over everything.

I would perhaps have liked to see more recs for authors writing about colonialism who actually grew up in countries that have been affected by colonialism, or at least in countries that aren't as rich and powerful as the US and are therefore heavily dependent on the political whims of powerful Western ones. I'm sure there's a bunch of people in South America writing SF/F, for example, considering their long tradition of awesome magical realism. Or South Africa. Or India (I note that Salman Rushdie is not on your list, for example). I'm not writing this to be pettish, because I don't know enough about it either and would actually like to know, I just feel like perhaps we should all be a bit humbler when talking about this since a strictly US-centric perspective is still a VERY limited one when talking about colonialism (by definition an international, intercultural phenomenon), even when written by POC.

I also wonder about your definition of "marginalized" and if it doesn't fall into the same US-centrism that I talked about in my previous paragraph (even if we assume that "marginalized" means "marginalized as it relates to colonialism" and ignore other forms of marginalization). Is a person from, say, the Balkans, marginalized enough to write about anti-colonialism, or are they exactly the same as a white American in your perspective? Does it matter where from the Balkans? Does it matter if they're Muslim or Christian? How about a Ukrainian person? How about a Ukrainian Jew? Is a person from Bosnia or Ukraine, who went through a war in their lifetime, less qualified to write about war than Kuang, who grew up middle class and went to an Ivy League school (and honestly did a really shitty job of portraying a war in The Poppy Wars), just because they're "Caucasian"?

Also, people are allowed to acknowledge flaws of books written by POC without being automatically labeled as racist, you know. Finding Babel too heavy-handed or on the nose has nothing to do with finding POC characters annoying or unrelatable and sorry but, yeah, IMHO it's really on the nose and annoying about it. It's the writing style that's the problem, not the themes. Also the central metaphor, IMHO, makes it completely useless as a colonialism allegory because if you can destroy colonialism by destroying one magical uberpowerful whatsit, your book is kinda not serious enough about nuanced representation of sociological and political forces to be considered impactful anti-colonialist literature. Saying that as someone who loves Butler and Jemisin. Thea Guanzhon, for example, is a Filipina born and raised in the Philippines and still lives there, which makes her book way more of an "own voices" account of colonialism than Kuang's could ever be in my accounting, but that doesn't mean that her account of colonialism has any particular nuance to it (so far it's just the backdrop for the enemies to lovers romance). So even assuming that Kuang's account is resonant enough with enough people (which I know it is because her book is super popular), who is more deserving of being on your "own voices" list, Kuang or Guanzhon?

I also wonder why white women in particular?

The simple response to all of this is that the post you're referring to broke containment.

I debated replying, because I can't help but feel your message was written in bad faith. But I'm going to try to give you the benefit of the doubt.

You are absolutely right about the limitations of the original list. I truly didn't expect it to reach so many people, and I am not nearly as well-read as I'd like to be when it comes to literature written outside of the West. Please take a look at the reblogs, where a bunch of awesome people have done incredible work filling the gaps I left.

I struggle with the rest of your message. I explicitly stated that I do not expect people to enjoy specific books written by BIPOC authors, simply that I've noticed a very frustrating pattern. And yet you suggest I'm saying that if someone doesn't like Babel or The Hurricane Wars, I'm saying they're racist. Be serious.

Even as a child of multigenerational immigrants, I'll freely admit that I personally have a very US-centric perspective on social issues that I need to work on, but it's wild of you to say that all POC people born in the US are "pretty incapable of understanding" global issues.

When I wrote "marginalized" in the original post, what I really meant was "BIPOC and BIPOC queer people.” I should’ve been more careful about the wording.

Why white women in particular? When it comes to anti-colonial and anti-imperialist fiction (written by Anglophones) the authors that I see most highly and frequently praised are white women. I'd list the specific ones I'm talking about here, but 1. I don't want to be hunted for sport by their fans, 2. I've actually enjoyed some of their work, and 3. they're only a small part of the problem and I think people should be allowed to write whatever they want as long as they can handle the criticism. But I'm sorry, white women. I'll do better next time. I also want to use this moment to apologize to all the dumbasses complaining about my tone/me being "shouty." Reverse racism is real, and we must all stand vigilant hahaha miss me

You telling me to be humble feels a tad hypocritical, but sure, I'll take that under advisement.

#science fiction #fantasy #babel #the hurricane wars #the poppy war #books

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dyonoi · 1 year

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I'm not sure if you even look at this blog anymore, but I just wanted to say I MISS YOU!! I still look through your old meta posts and art every few months and while I know you prob won't come back to the fandom, a part of me still hopes it! I guess I was curious to know how you're doing, and whether you've gotten into any other fandoms and ships? You were really fun and if there's something else you're into and writing for I would love to follow you into it!! <3

god this feels like the worst anime timeskip episode. hey there, its been a while. surprised theres people still around who remember. in the past 4??? years i guess ive done some shit, yeah. cliffnotes: finally closed the long distance and moved in with my SO, became a stoner, found the perfect physical art medium for me and have been busy becoming IG famous 💅 and actually making a living off it, and most importantly i have a cat now. he's a manx cat with a little bunny tail and he is so unlike any other cat ive interacted with. he has absolutely no style, no grace. he constantly trips over nothing. cannot jump higher than 2 feet, will gently catch bugs and then lets them fly away, is literally incapable of feeling anger (the sole exception is if you blow air on his feet. this makes him so angry so fast for whatever reason and its hilarious to witness) ive only heard him hiss twice in the past 4 years. anyway things could always be better but lifes pretty good.

as for other media ive gotten into? uh, the truth is i have a VERY muted relationship with media at this point. i dont run any secret fandom blogs. to be honest, i probably will never allow myself to become even nearly as entangled with a fandom ever again as much as i did with homestuck. for all the fun i had, i was WAY too active in it to the point where it was frankly unhealthy and being candid, it played a big role in me stagnating as a human being for a good year or two. the amount of opinionated bullshit i was spewing 24/7 for years predictably made me a target for people who disagreed and wanted to bring me down a peg, warranted or not, and as thick skinned as i am it did eventually start stressing me out and making me act like a loon. thankfully most of this was in private but it still happened, if you know you know. ive alluded to the reason why i got like that, but putting that much energy and faith into a single author to the extent i did is a recipe for ruin on multiple fronts.

hs was a painful lesson in that most shit just…sucks, and even if something starts out great, the chances that the author will stop giving a shit, fuck it up for the ending or even just straight up die is decently high lol and its something you should always have in the back of your mind. (guess which dumbass started reading berserk in late 2020) this was made way worse by hussie just… being an unrepentant fucking asshole. in hindsight this wasnt a shocking reveal but the hopium that theyd make it right in the end was too strong for all of us. i could have forgiven them losing interest as an artist due to general life hardships, but in the end they ditched it after pissing on it and then setting it on fire. so much of hs's success was on the back of fan media and when your finale in return is to salt the earth to the point where no one gives a fuck about it anymore, even the people who liked the tail end petered out pretty quickly too on that. just….eugh. i have permanent media trust issues.

even in the rare instances where something good ends up canon, even if the premise and buildup is great, the fandom surrounding it will pontificate a combined million hours and 9 times out of 10 will write them better than the author ever will. its sad in a way, but its the truth.

i still think davekat is great, once in a while ill look over my folder of it and my art and smile like an old lady looking over a dusty family photo album. the dynamic is rock solid, and if you agree my advice is to steal them. just steal them. call them doug and kevin and export them into your original story. they deserved better, and you will probably do a better job anyway.

media i AM interacting with (lightly) is one piece again. NONE of you bitches that read the entirety of homestuck have any room to complain about how long it is. i have a lot of problems with it (read: sanji) but in general its pretty fun and enough to sink your teeth into. sidenote i have been shipping luffy/zoro since two thousand fucking six and its a testament to my unending great taste that it was and still is an excellent ship. though i have a curse of somehow always ending up in fandom c-tier ships in terms of popularity like that LOL i got memed into watching bnha (DONT LAUGH) and my ship of choice, todobaku? an absolutely hilarious dynamic and a total banger. but yet another c-tier. after being spoiled with davekat content domination for years this sucks haha

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doodle17 · 11 months

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🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍⚧️, 🧸, 👻, 🎶, 👽, 💤, 🦾, 💝, 🫂, 💔, 🪢, 📓, 👗, 🔪, 🌟, 🥇, 🍫, 🎭, ❤️‍🔥, 💄, 🖕, 😺, 😬, 😭, 😶, Pooter

LOOOONG ass post below, lots of reading. I have like- 2 more of these for other characters in my drafts rn. Yall gonna be reading a shit ton 😭

Your welcome/I'm so sorry

I think Raz is Bisexual

I think Raz is Cis Male (I should probably tell yall now that, unless canonically stated otherwise, I usually consider characters being Cis)

Raz was a wild child! He was always running around and getting into things he wasn't supposed to.

I think after getting over his fear of Hydrophobia, he'd probably be afraid of thinhs in water. I think he'd be a submechaniphobic or something like that. Can't say I blame him. *shudders*

I think he'd like rock songs similar to "be my girl" by the Jets or "You're gonna go far kid" by Offspring. I also think he likes songs like "Groove is in the Heart" by Dee-lite or "September" by Earth Wind and Fire (courtesy of Milla)

He opens bottles with his teeth. He was surprised to find out not everyone did, and how people freaked out and asked his his teeth were okay.

Sleep walks if he has caffeine before bed. (I've shared this one a lot but I just love it ok it's one of my fav hc)

Hmmm.... I don't think I have any disability hc for ol Razzle

I think Raz's love language is being openly, in use of a better word, honest. Like- once he's warmed up to someone he will say anything that's on his mind about them.

pretty loyal buddy! He'll stay up late with you, play video games with you, he'll sit patiently and listen to you ramble about your interests, listening happily.

Not sure if this is really angsty, but, he was pretty prone to nightmares a few days after the whole Maligula incident. He had to be comforted by his mom and sister for a while.

HUGE smugglers. All of them. Raz is not left out of the snuggle piles.

Idk if this counts as a hobby, but he likes making his own comics! He's usually scribbling in a notebook with pens and crayons.

I think the clothes Sasha gives him in 2 are the same clothes he ran away in. Why else would he have clothes small enough to fit a young boy? They shrunk in the washer? We all know Sasha is to smart to make a mistake like that.

WILL fight ANYONE. Always ready to throw hands, whether that be for a dare, to defend one of his friends, or just for fun.

Wants be grown up already! He can't wait until he's an adult and be able to go even "cooler" missions! (Little does he know it's a lot more paperwork than spy stuff)

Acrobatics, Hydrokenisis, especially making those two work together.

This kid has a stomach of IRON. He can eat ANYTHING. Not that he likes everything he eats, but he can definitely eat it.

He lies about his authority/ what he's allowed to do quite often. "Oh yeah! They let me do this all the time!" "Of COURSE they gave me permission to do this!"

(This is more for my older ver of Raz) He LOVES resting his head on Lilis chest like pillow, and vice versa. He loves it when they're just resting there, and she's reading stuff from old comics, newspapers or paperwork, making fun of it or commentary. He likes the way her voice sounds, how warm she is, hearing her calming heartbeat... when she lays on his chest, she likes it because "its f*cking cold"

His hair is actually (kind of) curly! But he uses Dions hair gel or a hair straightener.

He WILL let you know he is mad. Trust me.

Hes definitely been a lot softer on animals than he used to be. I believe it's because he befriended Harold.

idrk, I have stories I made up of stuff but Idk if they count as Hcs exactly lol

Not exactly the worst thing, but, when he and Lili stopped dating for like- 7 years and they barely interacted the whole time.

#doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #psychonauts headcanon

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crossdressingdeath · 1 year

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cullen should have been replaced in skyhold like all the other npcs w roles who were replaced, like seggrit and the quartermaster. would have given a lot more room to do something w his lyrium storyline than 'lol good guys just power through it and throw things a little bit', to have him step down

Yeah, especially since if you're playing a pro-mage/mage/non-human Quiz one of their first acts as Inquisitor would be removing the Templar they were forced to deal with in Haven from authority. Unless your Inquisitor is staunchly pro-Templar and has no grasp of basic diplomacy they're not going to want Meredith's favourite minion anywhere near their leadership! Also I feel like it would've worked really well if there was a "Right, there's going to be a few changes around here" moment after you're named Inquisitor where Quiz actually gets the chance to step up and use the authority that's just been forced on them whether they like it or not. And again, unless your Quiz is super pro-Templar and also has zero political or diplomatic know-how the first change they'd make would be removing Meredith's right-hand man from the head of their army. Like, that's just really bad PR. The fact that Leliana and Josie let Cassandra get away with that is mind-boggling. There is literally no aspect of this that's a good idea, because even if you're pro-Templar and don't care about how having Cullen in any sort of prominent position is going to alienate anyone who isn't down for all the torture and mass-murder he was openly partaking in in Kirkwall (which would be... most people? Most people were not down for that) the fact that he's either going through serious withdrawal or hooked on magic drugs that are starting to destroy his mind means he's a terrible choice for any position that requires a clear head. Which would definitely include commanding an army. There's no logical reason for Cullen to remain in command once you find better options, and there are multiple better options in your fucking party; sure, if you're not pro-Templar you might not want Cassandra, but Bull and Blackwall both have experience commanding men (maybe neither of them have experience with a full army, but they're both gonna be better than Cullen for anyone who isn't prepared to play Coddle The Templar) and Varric and Leliana both know people with experience in positions of command! You have options, and the potential Inquisitors who'd be happy with Cullen's leadership and presence are few, and yet there's no option to get rid of him beyond a lukewarm "Well maybe if he wants to step down he should be allowed to" that Quiz backs down on when Cassandra gets pissy about the suggestion that maybe someone who doesn't want to be in command and clearly isn't in any fit state for it should be replaced.

God, so much of DAI would work better if the game just committed to the initial setup of you being stuck on Cassandra's leash instead of trying to pretend you have absolute control over the situation when you clearly don't. Bioware admit that the cops in your games are shitty people challenge.

#dragon age inquisition #cullen critical #asks #superspy-anon

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serendipitouswasteland · 1 year

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Two-Stepping Into You

ship: buddie pov: third person (see author's note) written: April 3, 2023 first published: April 19, 2023 word count: 2,792 - summary: Eddie loves dancing, especially in the kitchen while cooking one of the few foods he knows how. Buck likes watching him, never having been one for the activity himself. Buck makes a comment. Eddie asks him to join. Things go from there. - A/N: Okay, so this was originally supposed to be from Buck's POV, but somewhere in it I accidentally switched to Eddie's, so we're just going to go with it, because it flows perfectly well, and I'm not really sure how I would even go about changing it. <3

Buck sits with his head resting in his palm, elbow propped up on the countertop as he sits at the island in Eddie’s kitchen. There’s some rock music playing faintly, low enough so they can still hear what’s going on in the living room with Eddie’s extended family, but loud enough to tune them out if either of them so chooses. It’s loud enough that Eddie is hopping around, shaking his head, and humming along to each of the songs. Buck smiles as he watches Eddie, spatula in his hand. Buck’s part, for now, was on hold, so he figured he’d let Eddie try out what Buck had taught him recently, leading to their current positions.

“You’re cute when you dance, you know,” Buck says mindlessly, and he swears he can hear Eddie smile.

“I’m much better with a partner,” Eddie says, waiting for a moment before turning to the side, able to look at his current task and Buck at the same time. “Care to join me?”

“I’m no good at dancing, Eds,” Buck says, tapping his fingers on the counter now.

“That’s okay. I’ll teach you,” Eddie says, and with how happy and excited Eddie looks in this moment, Buck simply can’t say no.

“Fine, but if I step on your feet you’re not allowed to do any complaining,” Buck says, standing up and going to the side of the island that Eddie’s on, Eddie immediately setting the spatula down and hanging his arms around Buck’s shoulders.

“That bad?” Eddie asks, Buck’s hand coming to rest on Eddie’s hips, the two beginning to sway to the music.

“Well, my prom date never complained, but she did fall into the concession stand during her favorite song that night.”

“You’re kidding,” Eddie says, but Buck shakes his head. “We are going to have to do something about that.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what? Are you gonna take me to the rodeo and teach me how to line dance?” Buck teases, and Eddie grins, their faces coming closer.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. Getting you all dressed up in cowboy gear: a nice button down, some bell bottoms or boot cuts, steel-toed cowboy boots and a matching hat…”

“Are you saying I’d make a handsome cowboy, Diaz?” Buck asks, his and Eddie’s foreheads now leaned against each other.

“So what if I am?” Eddie responds, nudging his face forward, lips almost brushing Buck’s.

“I, uh…” Buck swallows, mouth gone dry. There were some things that Eddie and Buck had never done, some lines they had never crossed. This was one of them. Sure, they would flirt, but it was always subtle, always leaving the question of whether that’s what it was or not. Now, this was blatant, open and honest flirting. Their lips, though, being as close as they are, is the big one in the current moment.

Eddie leans even closer, lips brushing Buck’s as he speaks. “I think we ought to keep dancing.”

Eddie takes one of Buck’s hands off his hips, swinging him out before twirling him back in again, Buck’s back flush against Eddie’s chest, trapped in Eddie’s arms. Buck laughs, spinning himself out before gliding back over to Eddie, one hand on Eddie’s waist and the other clasped in Eddie’s own, the two falling into a simple two-step. They stay by the stove, allowing either one of them to mess with the food if need be, but really, there’s not much that they have to do. Eventually, Eddie reaches a hand over and turns off the stove, using the same hand to dump the chicken he’d been cooking into a salad bowl nearby, letting it go after and bringing his hand back to Buck.

“Look at you, a multitasker,” Buck says, and Eddie laughs, big and loud, throwing his hand against Buck’s chest.

“Aye, cariño,” Eddie says, Buck’s face lights up as he looks at Eddie with what could only be described as heart eyes. “Do you know what that means?”

“No idea,” Buck responds, spinning Eddie around before their hands come back together.

“It’s a term of endearment, sort of like a pet name. I guess it’s most similar to ‘honey’ or ‘dear’, but…I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”

“So is that what I am to you?” Buck asks, a question that normally isn’t said in such a soft, caring tone. “Your cariño?”

Eddie nods, a sweet smile appearing on his face. He’d deal with the consequences and implications that come with that later. “Eres mi cariño.”

“Say that again?” Buck asks, and Eddie smiles, being pulled close to Buck, their movements slowing long enough for Buck to lean down so his ear is in line with Eddie’s lips, hearing the words whispered in his ear before they’re right back to dancing again.

They sway for a while, only parting when the oven timer goes off for Buck to take the pizzas, pasta bake, and breadsticks out of the oven, followed by Eddie putting some tamales in the oven, per his father’s request on account of ‘pasta isn’t good food’. Neither told him they’d be having tres leches and sopaipillas for dessert. Instead, they made the tamales, avoiding any potential arguments. They call everyone for dinner, Eddie telling his father that the tamales would be done shortly, offering him a breadstick and some salad for while he waits, only for him to ask where the chips and salsa are.

“You know, Eds, you don’t have to bend over backwards to appease him,” Buck says when he’s in the kitchen making some chocolate while Eddie is grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry and starting to work on homemade salsa and guacamole, something that shouldn’t take him very long.

“I’d rather avoid arguments as much as possible. Besides, I anticipated this, and I prepared. I just wish I had made up all of his potential food requests before he got here.

“You could have asked for my help.”

“Well you were out with Chris, and I didn’t want to interrupt that time with him. It wouldn't be fair to you or him.”

“Eddie, Chris would love to cook with us. I guarantee it. Remember when I first made chocolate with him? He had a blast. There was that night we made our own ice cream while we watched a movie, too. That one was really exciting.”

“Next time I’ll consider it. Taste test?” Eddie asks, holding him a spoonful of salsa, which Buck gladly lets Eddie feed to him.

“Very zesty,” Buck says, and Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “It’s good. Uh, are you almost done with your guac?”

“Buck, I haven’t even started.”

“Sorry. I really like your guacamole.”

“Oh, I know,” Eddie says, cutting up some more tomatoes before throwing them and the insides of a couple of avocados into the blender, some other things going along with. When that’s done, he passes Buck his own plate with chips and guac, smiling at him as he brings the rest of it out to the backyard and the table he has set up out there. He’s greeted by his mother, but she seems almost uneasy.

“Mom? You okay?”

“Pepa says you and Evan are really close.”

“His name is Buck.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Mom—!”

“No, Eddie, I’m serious,” Helena says, and Eddie swallows, grabbing a beer out of the cooler nearby and sitting down.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Eddie says, cracking open the beer and taking a sip. “Although sometimes I wish he was.”

“So,” Helena says, pulling a chair over and sitting next to him, “does this mean you’re gay?”

“Yup,” Eddie says, taking another swig, his mother’s hand coming to rest on his wrist. He'd come to terms with his sexuality a while ago, but everything with Buck fell to a comfortable, domestic standstill after that, and he didn't want to ruin it.

“I’m not mad, Eddie. I’m not upset at all,” she says, as if she knows what’s going through his head. A mother knows. “I just wish you had felt like you could tell me before I figured it out for myself.”

“You never suspected?”

“Oh, no, I suspected,” she says, pulling her hand away. “I have suspected since you were in your later years of elementary school. There was that friend that you had that you would talk about all the time. Ramon never believed me when I said I thought you might have a crush. It’s not surprising, but I think that was just him…projecting.”

“Projecting what?”

“Outdated views and beliefs that he’d grown up with onto you– which he doesn't believe anymore, by the way."

“Well, if his goal was to mold me into a model man, then he’s succeeded. I had the wife, I have the kid, I did my civic duty and joined the military, then when I finished my second tour I became a firefighter. That is about as model man as you can get. The best part is that he hasn’t been around for most of it.”

“Eddie—”

“No, Mom, I’m not– I’m not bitter. I’m just stating a simple fact. He wasn’t around for most of it. He still isn’t, really. Not as much as I might like him to be,” Eddie says, looking over at his mom finally. “So if he was projecting, then I think me not telling you sounds pretty damn right, and is pretty fucking warranted.”

“Edmundo, your language.”

“What? We’re both adults. I can cuss if I damn want to.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Helena says, and Eddie laughs a little.

“If you think that’s ridiculous, you should’ve seen me dancing with Buck a while ago. I was actively trying to kiss him while avoiding kissing him altogether.”

“Oh, I saw,” Helena says, and Eddie looks at her once again.

Eddie is about to prod her about it, but he’s not given the chance when Buck comes bounding out of the house a moment later, leaving a single pat on Eddie’s shoulder as he walks by. Eddie follows Buck with his eyes, watching as he makes his way over to where Christopher is playing catch with some of his cousins. Buck joins in, intercepting the ball every now and then, making all of the kids laugh. Eddie laughs along with them, enjoying seeing his two boys having fun. The whole time his mother’s hand is on his wrist, rubbing soothing circles. There were some things that Eddie would need to talk with Buck about soon (for starters, their almost daily near kiss occurrences).

“Thank you,” Eddie says to Buck later after they’ve cleared everyone out of the house and have finished cleaning up and putting Christopher to bed, the two sitting on Eddie’s couch together. “I don’t know if I would’ve survived today without your help.

“I don’t know. You’re the one who had all the things your father wanted at the ready.”

“Well, you somehow won him over with your chocolate cake. He didn’t even touch the tres leches,” Eddie says, and Buck smiles, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “It was beautiful and delicious.”

“You think so?” Buck asks, sitting up again.

“Well, it came from you, so…”

“Are you saying I’m beautiful and delicious?” Buck asks, his eyes closing and his face scrunching the moment the words come out of his mouth. “Sorry, that was– gosh, I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“No. No, it’s fine. I mean, I know the answer to at least one of those,” Eddie responds, making Buck perk up even more.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Is that so?” Buck asks, he and Eddie getting closer with every word spoken between the two of them.

“It is. Well, second to Chris, but," Eddie shrugs, eliciting a chuckle from Buck's lips. “It’s too bad, though, that I can’t answer the other half.”

“What exactly are you proposing?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, grinning as his and Buck’s noses are tip to tip. “Well, maybe something, but I don’t know if you’d be up for it.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Would you rather me tell you or show you?” Eddie asks, and Buck’s grin grows wider.

“I kind of like the sound of the latter,” Buck says, and Eddie’s smile closes, moving so his and Buck’s lips are centimeters apart from touching.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Eddie breathes, his hand coming up to cup Buck’s face, his thumb reaching Buck’s lips just as his grin falters.

“Yes,” Buck says, already breathless, and so Eddie gives him what he wants.

Closing the gap between them feels like heaven, Buck’s body pushing against Eddie’s and forcing him to be leaning Back against the arm of the couch. The feeling isn’t indescribable, either. Not by a mile.

It feels like hot summer days on the beach, splashing around in the ocean all day long. It feels like the sweat-filled afternoon sat on the sand eating lunch and snack, building sandcastles and attempting to take a nap or suntan. It feels like slightly cooler evenings walking along the shoreline, sea breeze hitting your skin and making you shiver as you hold your lover’s hand.

It feels like autumn flannels resting over your arms and shoulders with your favorite plain colored tank top underneath. It feels like raking leaves into a pile and jumping into them just to rake them all up again. It feels like decorating your house for Halloween and attempting to scare those you’re decorating with just to hear the laughter that follows the initial fright. It feels like clinging to the person you love during a horror movie, even if you’re not really scared, because it’s a reminder that they’ll always be there for you and always protect you. It feels like carving pumpkins and using the remnants to make pumpkin pie. It feels like watching the Macy’s Day parade as you spend all day in the kitchen cooking dinner. It feels like apple cider running down your throat as you sit down to a Thanksgiving feast, the football game on in the background.

It feels like winter’s spent inside wrapped in a blanket while wearing your coziest sweater and fuzziest socks, sitting right up by the fire. It feels like Christmas romances as you and your lover hold hands, already knowing the entire plot of the movie before it even comes on. It feels like catching snowflakes on your tongue during the first snowfall of the season. It feels like snowball fights and making snowmen and snow angels, even as you begin to shiver. It feels like cocoa running down your throat as you warm up from winter weather activities.

It feels like the world thawing as spring rolls around, the grass turning green and the trees regaining their leaves. It feels like rebirth, and life, and the blossoming of something new. It feels like bright colors and big smiles, laughter filling the air. It feels like picnics in the park with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne. It feels like picking wildflowers and bringing them home as a gift. It feels like watching an April shower start to come down and running out into the middle of the street to dance in the pouring rain. It feels like the May flowers blooming in your front yard that you frown at when mowing your lawn, wishing that they could stay.

It feels like time is slipping away. It feels like losing seconds of each passing day, faster than you can keep up with it, even as you run to try and catch it in the palm of your hands. It feels like grabbing at it, wanting more, as you fall into it, not wanting the moment you’re in to end. It feels like getting lost in the moment, laughter and smiles all around, the happiest sounds filling the air as people throw their heads back as they let out full belly chuckles or double over as they enter a coughing fit. It feels like reaching out for each of the people that you’re with, knowing that no moments in life are quite like it, and that it’s something you need to cherish. It feels like all of that, eliciting the highest level of serotonin possible in a single instance without causing either of them into serotonin syndrome.

It feels like life itself, everything falling into place in one singular moment.

“Buck,” Eddie mumbles, and Buck pulls away, listening for what it is that Eddie has to say. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”

“What?”

“Just stay here,” Eddie says. “I don’t care where you sleep. You can sleep here on the couch or in my bed with me. I really don’t care. I just want you to stay.”

“Eddie—” Buck cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

#buddie #evan buckley/eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #eddie diaz #getting together #dancing #dancing in the kitchen #pre relationship #fluff #romantic fluff #first kiss #helena diaz

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simp-nerd-16 · 2 years

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Izuku midoriya X Bully!reader

Warnings: bullying(verbal and physical)

A/n: Gender of reader was not specified so I'll be using they/them for one's that are not given. Akira yakumura, is DEFINITELY made up(I wasn't sure on who you wanted as friends) ~sorry

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Beep beep

The warmth of the sunlight seeping through the curtains did little to no effort of being welcoming to the new day. Tired of all the late night homework being done the previous night y/n decided to have breakfast on the way to school.

Passing by through the hallways of U.A was nothing special on this typical Wednesday morning. Y/n made their way to their desk but not before bumping into a certain broccoli haired boy.

"S-sorry, L/n"

"Oh, No problem" I mean it ofcourse wouldn't have been a problem, but oh, how you loved to toy with the poor boy, seeing his flustered face when he stutters through his apologies and covers himself already knowing-

"ahhhh" the poor boy shrieks when he's suddenly pulled by the hem of his shirt collar.

"Watch it, dumbass!" Holding him up wasn't very easy, being 2 inches shorter and all ... But how you loved to show your authority and dominance over the boy was beyond anyone tall(and short).

You throw him to the ground snarling a 'be careful next time' before walking away.

For the love of All might, you couldn't stand the boy. Maybe it was because of the way he actually got here to U.A without a quirk , honestly you didn't know if you were impressed or irritated that a quirkless weirdo was allowed to attend this school, or maybe it was the idea of how you would try to hide the small tinge of pink on your nose, cheeks and tips of your ears whenever you held him close about to punch him. And now was definitely no different.

To say the green haired dork was cute was an understatement, even you had to admit it.

-Time skip-

After school , your walking home and see Izuku on the floor shouting at the tall figure above him, bakugo Katsuki, jackass of the class.

You see Bakugou walk away , while Midoriya is still on the ground wipi g off any blood left from his nose. 'ouch, lid really gets beat up, huh...' .

You ponder over whether you should help him up or just walk past, even though you don't want be involved in their antics- it wouldn't be very future hero-y of you to just leave him.

So you opt for the first choice and walk to him.

"L-l/n... I-i, what are y-you doing h-here?!"

I roll my eyes at his stuttered out question and stick my hand out to help him up, only, he doesn't accept but flinches back.

"tch, take my hand, dumbass"

He takes my hand reluctantly and smiles that oh so adorable and annoying grin.

"Thank you, L-l/n..."

"Don't mention it, seriously, don't!"

He shakes his head up down aggressively, wow- , a little too aggressive...

-Time skip-

"I don't know y/n, seems alot like a friendship blooming" Akira says wiggling her eyebrows at me pointing to the green haired by I didn't bully this morning due to being too tired.

Yeah, No... That wasn't the truth. On the way home I had (at the time, unfortunately) been forced to listen to his whole life story of why he came to U.A. After that, maybe a round a week, I had stopped bulling him and unfortunately Akira had noticed.

I walk past Broccoli boy rolling my eyes at my best friend who's walking next to me, I turn my head around and give myself a small smile for what's to come this weekend...

A date(?)

Of course not, not to anyone else atleast... But to you and Midoriya, DEFINITELY. shhhhhh, no else needs to know 🤫😉.

Maybe the bullying was a cover for all the feelings underneath? Beats me, atleast not anymore...

-The End-

A/n: idk, how was it? Be honest plz ... My first oneshot for Izuku, or any bnha character... it's short, Let me know what you think... Bye ✨

@yanderebnhablog

#bakugou x izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #dekusqaud #deku x y/n #they/them #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x you

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Satan

General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety

Specific Content Tags: marking, oral sex (blowjob)

Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞, so if you want to read until that point and then dip, that's totally fine. I will try to do this for each of the brothers so that the people that don't want to engage with smut can still have some content to engage with, if they so choose.

I'm going to kill Mammon. This is perhaps the most foolish thing he has ever done.

Yeah, let's put a whole bottle of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup in the soup. You know, for fun. Let's see how that turns out for everyone. I know that Mammon doesn't study nearly as much as I do, but I would have thought surely that one of his friends might have mentioned something in passing.

As it turns out, he either has some shitty friends, or he didn't listen to their warnings.

When I felt my temperature begin to rise at the dining table, I quickly excused myself and rushed to my room before my brothers could see me become a mess. Currently, I'm sitting on my bed with a book in my hands. This would be a normal scene to anyone passing by, but what they wouldn't know is that this particular book is one of many erotic texts that I have in my possession.

What can I say? I've always been able to visualize whatever I'm reading.

Except this time, my book isn't helping me. There's something preventing me from allowing the words to truly soak in. Gentle knocking forces me to look up from the pages.

"Hi," MC states quietly.

"Hello," I reply, my voice sounding unusually hollow. I don't know whether to give MC my full attention or to hide behind my book. The truth is, my feelings towards the human have grown stronger in their absence, and I don't want to scare them away by doing something untoward to them.

"I would ask you how you were doing, but under the circumstances, that would be a silly question." Shit. Do they know what's going on?

"What do you mean?" My hand grips tighter around the book as MC walks over to the foot of my bed.

"Don't play dumb." The next thing I know, the book's snatched out of my hand, and MC snaps it shut before setting it on a nearby table. "You ate the soup, didn't you?"

"How was I supposed to know that there was Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup in there?" Their accusatory tone sets me on edge. Are they going to punish me for something I had no idea was going to happen?

"You weren't. Nevertheless, it's in your system, so I'm here to help you overcome the effects." My chest tightens as my heart begins beating faster.

"How?" Now my voice sounds croaky. MC smiles wickedly.

"We're going to play a little game. I already made my move when I took your book away. Now it's your turn." I have no idea what's going through their head right now, but I do know that if I don't follow along, then I might be feeling this way for a very long time. So, I get off my bed and face MC.

"Good," they say. And so it begins.

۞۞۞

MC takes off their shirt, and so I take off mine. They take a few steps towards me, and I walk until our feet are touching. They reach up and touch the side of my face, and I lean in and kiss them. Our arms wrap around each other as the kiss becomes more passionate.

It may just be me, but I feel like MC's gotten a lot less shy in the time we've been apart. First, they prank us by stealing our stuff, and now this.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I dislike this side of MC. It's quite enjoyable, actually. We never got this physical the last time.

Suddenly, I feel my back hit something rather hard. MC breaks the kiss, and I realize that they pushed me against a rather large pile of books. Their wicked grin returns as they ask me what my next move is.

"I...I don't know," I whisper. "One false move, and we'll send the whole thing tumbling to the ground. The cleanup will be a nightmare."

"That's why you need to stay still." The next thing I know, their mouth latches onto my neck and begins nipping and sucking at it. Their hands roam around my body as they slowly move downward, leaving marks all over me.

As much as I would love to reciprocate, they used the power of the pact to ensure that I don't move.

MC's hands grasps both sides of my waist and looks up at me. The innocent look on their face irritates me, for they know exactly what they're doing to me. In a way, though, it's rather endearing.

"May I?" they ask. I can only manage to nod my head. I can't believe this is happening.

MC undoes my jeans and pushes them down, followed by my underwear.

Normally, I don't care what people think about that part of my body. It's just a vessel that's necessary for sex. It doesn't really matter what it looks like; it just needs to get the job done.

However, the delighted look in MC's eyes followed by the approving "beautiful" makes me feel...something. Nice? Warm and fuzzy? Prideful?

MC doesn't give me much opportunity to think about it before they start playing with the tip with their tongue and moving a hand up and down the shaft. Before long, their mouth also begins moving up and down, and low moans fill the room. My low moans.

Have I received blowjobs before? Yes. Usually, though, their purpose is transactional. Someone always get something in return, whether it's test answers, tickets to an exclusive event, or ingredients for a complicated potion. In any case, I normally just go through the motions without any real emotional attachment to it or the person doing it.

But this...this is different. This feels genuine. No wonder Asmo enjoys them so much.

The release is something that I've not felt before. A lot of pent-up anger gets washed away and replaced with a blissful calm. I feel myself smiling as MC pulls everything back up, and once I help them up, I give them a hug.

"Thank you," I whisper.

#obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me mc

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