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yellowkitkieran · 1 year

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To Have and To Heal (Part 4)

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Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

The flowers on your desk distract you during your prep hour. The unexpected gift caught you off guard and as such, an old mug serves as a temporary vase until you can get them into a proper one. Since the moment they were handed to you, you've barely stopped smiling.

You can't stop thinking about the man that handed you the dozen blossoms with a wary smile. You can't erase his relieved sigh when you accepted them, like in doing so you lifted a weight off his shoulders. Martin Ødegaard's murmured 'happy teacher appreciation week' replays on an endless loop in your head.

You stare at the red petals while you should be getting ready for a math lesson. Your kids will be back from lunch in twenty minutes and you haven't moved from your chair, your sandwich half eaten. Despite your rumbling stomach, you can't force yourself to eat, instead allowing your mind to be consumed by thoughts of Martin.

How often does he smile? Probably not enough unless he's around his daughter. When was the last time he had a home cooked meal? You'd bet not since he'd visited his home country and spent time with his family. Does he have someone to look after him the way he looks after everyone else in his life? Doubtful, and that realization hurts your heart.

Standing abruptly, you decide you cannot dwell on this by yourself any longer. You need someone to vent to. Your feet carry you out of your room and down the hall, past decorative banners advertising the upcoming choir concert and past the science posters to your favorite room in the building aside from your own.

You don't bother knocking, instead opting to pop open the door rather unceremoniously to proclaim, "I've committed a teaching sin."

"Shh, not so loud!" Your closest teacher friend, Jen, motions for you to come into her classroom and shut the door. "You know better than to burst out with something like that- come in, sit down, have a chocolate and then we can talk."

Your hand shakes as you reach across her desk to the bowl of candies and grab your favorite. Sinking into a yellow beanbag, you rip into it and pop the bite size piece into your mouth, sighing as bursts of flavor coat your tongue and somehow calm your fraying nerves. Chocolate solves all problems, no matter how pressing. Jen waits patiently whilst your initial panic subsides, allowing you space to wind down.

"Okay, I think I can breathe now."

Jen smiles, pushing her square frame glasses up her nose. Your best friend is a classically styled teacher, often opting to tie her long blonde hair back in a ponytail or bun so it doesn't get in her way. Nine times out of ten, she wears a smart, matching pantsuit that gives you style envy. Today's fit is a deep blue with a white blouse, completed with a long golden necklace thrifted from her favorite secondhand store.

"Alright then," Jen says and folds her hand atop the papers she had been grading, "what's the sin? It can't be too terrible or you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me, you'd be packing your things in a cardboard box. Come on then, out with it!" She slaps a poster on the edge of her desk, one with a bright, bubbly font that proudly labels her room as a judgment free zone. "You know I won't tell a soul."

You take a deep breath to center your thoughts. It's taken you what feels like ages to come to terms with how you feel, but you're at the point where you can't deny it any longer. And if there is one person you can count on to talk sense into you, it's Jen.

"I think I've fallen for a parent- I know!" You splay your hands flat on her desk when her jaw drops. "I know it's bad! God I'm gonna get terminated- I can't believe myself! But it's to the point that I find myself waiting for him to show up at drop offs and pick ups, and when he sends someone else it wrecks my whole day. I've tried ignoring him too, but that only makes him become more charming!"

Jen relaxes into her chair with a smirk. "It's Atla's dad, isn't it? Ødegaard, the footie player?" You nod, half relieved you don't have to say his name yourself. If you did, you fear you'll fall even harder. Thankfully, Jen has a knack for reading your mind. "Mmhhm, thought so. But honestly it's not a big deal, everyone has their parent crushes. Hell, I've had my fair share- Jeremy's mum? Oh my god!" She shakes her head, "that's for another time though. Just don't act on it and you'll be fine."

"See… that's where the issue lies."

"Oh?"

Now you've piqued her interest. Jen adjusts her glasses, inching her chair forward. Your stomach churns. Thinking these things about Martin and actually telling someone are two different things. Voicing your thoughts makes your attraction real and concrete. Once you've put it into the universe, there's no taking it back. But it's time; if you hold it in any longer, you may well burst.

"So you know those tulips on my desk? The red ones you asked about." The same adorable, pinkish shade of red Martin had turned when he'd handed them to you this morning.

Stop it, you tell yourself, don't think about that. Definitely don't think about how he was so nervous and fidgety and it was all perfectly endearing… well, fuck.

"Mhm, I do recall flowers…" Jen flourishes a hand to encourage you to continue, not letting you off the hook with such a simple explanation. She wants details and she expects to get them. You swallow the lump in your throat and push back the unease bubbling in your gut.

"Those were from Martin. He handed them to me and his cheeks were bright red, almost like he was sunburnt- god, it was adorable Jen, you should've seen him!" You cover your face with a hand, trying and failing to hide your growing smile. "I'm in trouble, quit smirking at me!"

"Smirking? Me? Never!"

You glare at your friend and sigh, "He kept touching his hair and he spoke so softly… yes I know I'm in too bloody deep!"

Biting at your nails is a bad habit you haven't kicked. You do so now, at least until Jen yanks your hand away from your mouth. You smile and tuck your hands under your thighs. Why does Martin have to be so damn charming? If he was a touch less perfect, maybe you wouldn't have such a terrible crush on him.

"I'd say you need a stern talking to," Jen starts, patting your arm, "but I think you're doing that to yourself. Look, don't get too hung up on it, okay? As long as you keep it to yourself, you'll be fine."

Question is… how long can you keep this entire thing to yourself?

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For once, the end of your day cannot come fast enough. When the final bell rings and your students disperse to head home for the day, you gather up your things and head to the gymnasium. Once there you pull out the bin of balls designated for after school use and scatter your coloring pages and books on the two picnic tables in the corner. Laughter echoes through the entry as the children start to arrive, most of them shouting greetings your way as they fall into their usual groups to await their parents to pick them up.

You pretend you aren't waiting for your favorite student, even though you smile when you hear her little voice. Atla comes running over, golden pigtails bouncing behind her. She wraps her arms around your legs and squeezes with all her might, "Hello Miss. Sunshine! I learned about animals today!"

"Oh did you really? Tell me all about it Attie." You stoop to return her hug with equal fervor, then take her backpack and coat to hang them up.

"Well elephants are the biggest animals on land- did you know that? And there's so many kinds of frogs in the Amazon rainforest, but they're dying because mean people keep cutting down their habi- habib-"

Atla frowns, struggling to say the word correctly. You tip your head, giving her one more shot to get it right before you gently correct, "habitat, yeah? Where they live?" When Atla nods, you smile, glad to have helped her. "That's right, mean people are cutting down lots of habitats of different animals, which is why it's so important that we learn about them, so we can grow up and help the little guys defend their homes!"

"Do you have any animal coloring books? I want to color animals today!" Without waiting for your reply, Atla runs over to the picnic table and surveys the selection before digging through the sheets you have printed. She pulls out one of some sort of big cat and gets right to work, her tongue poking out in concentration as she does her best to stay in the lines.

They say time flies when you're having fun, and today certainly proves that. One minute you're kicking a ball about with some of the older kids and the next, parents are arriving and scooping up their children. Atla is the last one left, which isn't a rare occurrence in itself, but when the clock strikes five thirty you begin to worry. Atla doesn't realize her father's absence, as absorbed as she is in her coloring, which has resulted in a small stack of finished sheets that you carefully tuck in a folder to send home.

"Attie, did your dad say anything about him being late today?" You crouch next to her, keeping your voice soft. "Normally he's here by now to pick you up."

"He said he had training," Atla says, totally nonplussed. "He's always late when he has training."

You frown to yourself, glancing at the clock again. It's true, he's normally later when he has training, but not this late. You decide to give him ten minutes before you call him to check in.

Keeping one eye on Atla, you start cleaning up the gym. You find yourself glancing at the double doors leading to the hallway every few seconds, waiting for a handsome blonde Norwegian to walk through with an apology on his lips. It isn't like Martin to be so late, especially without sending a note…

What if something happened to him? London roads can be quite treacherous, especially if someone is in a rush. He could've gotten into an accident, or been mobbed by fans. Who knows? Why is your heart pounding so hard at the thought of him being hurt?

"I'm here!" The gym door bangs open so loud that Atla squeaks, dropping her pencil. "I'm sorry- I'm here! Hey søta, I'm sorry I'm late."

The words are clearly meant for Atla, though Martin looks directly at you when he speaks. You've never bothered to Google what 'søta' means but now you may have to thanks to the way he seemingly addresses you as such makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Hi papa! Look what I did!"

Martin's eyes linger on you for a moment before he leans over to observe her work. He murmurs compliments and offers small, meaningful critiques which Atla seems to take to heart, eating up his words with wide, trusting eyes. You can almost see her compartmentalize his advice to use later, the innocence in her gaze bringing a smile to your face.

When Martin turns to you, he offers an apologetic wince. "Sorry for making you stay so late. The market was hectic."

You wave him off, "Oh no worries. Though in the future I'd recommend doing a food shop during the day if you can. It's much less busy than after work! Everyone is trying to rush and grab ingredients for dinner and it quickly becomes chaos…" You trail off when you realize you're rambling, cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I suppose you already know all of that. I guess that's the teacher in me coming out, trying to solve every little issue I see."

"No it's alright, I don't mind. I usually shop during the day, when it's less crowded, but I had to stop and pick something up for you." Martin smiles, his head tilted slightly.

You blink thrice, not sure you heard him right. Buy when he holds out a small hamper filled with different types of chocolates your mouth falls open. "This- this is for me?"

Martin nods, his face flushed. "Yes, I figured a lousy bouquet of tulips wasn't enough to show my appreciation for everything you do for Atla and all of your students." Martin shifts on his feet, reminiscent of a child caught in an awkward situation. You clamp down on your instinct to reach out and put your hands on his shoulders to hold him still. "You only see Attie for a few hours each day, but she always has the most things to say about you versus her other teachers."

"All good things I hope." You laugh to try and diffuse the situation, though your palms are sweaty from the compliment. The hamper is heavy, so you set it on the ground at your feet. Before you offer Martin your hand to shake, you subtly wipe it on your jeans. You'd rather a hug, but considering the thoughts swirling in your head, that's definitely not a good option. "Thank you for the treats, Mr. Ødegaard. I really appreciate it."

"Please call me Martin," he murmurs, nearly begging. His eyes soften before he finally releases your hand, tucking his own back into the pocket of his track pants. "I thought we were friends."

Martin drags a hand through his hair when you don't say anything. Atla hums while she colors, her little feet swinging in the air. She reminds you of your nephew. He also loves anything creative, preferring things that get his hands dirty, but he'd settle for drawing too. In a different world, the two children could probably be good friends.

"You haven't come back to the park," Martin murmurs, a touch of mourning in his voice. Martin's offer from a few days prior springs to mind and you mentally kick yourself. You're meant to be an adult! You should be able to put your feelings aside for the sake of the kids.

"Erm, yeah, I haven't. I've had things planned for my nights, like museums and such. And his parents will be home tomorrow so…"

Martin's head bobs. "Right, of course. Look, if I overstepped please let me know, but I would prefer you to not be so formal and stiff with me."

"Well I- I mean it's not appropriate for me to call parents by their first names. Or to see them outside of school, for that matter." It's a lame excuse and you both know it. Martin ducks his head, trying to hide his smile. God damn him and that stupid, gorgeous smile. You lock your knees to keep them from wobbling when his eyes eventually find yours again, a smile still on his lips.

"Please, just call me Martin. You've done it before, and I preferred it that way… I'm making an exception for you, couldn't you make one for me?"

You're so confused by his admission that you nod. Martin's smile morphs into something that lights up the entire room and you're well and truly fucked then. You feel yourself tipping off the deep end, immediately longing to see that smile as often as you possibly can. You'll do or say anything to see Martin beam like that.

"Okay Martin, I'll use your first name."

"Perfect, thank you! Okay Attie, time to go home, what do you say to Miss. Sunshine?" Martin crouches to Atla's level, but his eyes remain trained on you. They dance with a mysterious light, something you can't quite put your finger on… but you'd like to find out.

"Thank you for staying late to keep me company, Miss. Sunshine! I can't wait to have more fun tomorrow morning!"

You wave as the duo head for the exit, Martin's large hand nearly dwarfing Atla's toddler sized one. For a split second you imagine yourself at Martin's other side, sliding your soft hand into his calloused one. You bring a hand up to your mouth to conceal your smile, not wanting him to notice if he turns around.

Martin does, pausing at the threshold to wave. The fluorescent lights dance in his baby blues, nearly stopping your heart with their beauty. His hair sticks up like chicken feathers in the front, but somehow it fits him. If you weren't fixated on him, you'd miss the way he murmurs 'see you tomorrow Miss. Sunshine'. Suddenly you can't wait to wake up to the shrill ring of your morning alarm at the crack of dawn. For once, you have something to truly look forward to.

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jksprincess10 · 7 months

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Exile 6. You call the shots, babe

After Steve Murphy's unforgivable death in the never-ending fight against Pablo Escobar, Javier Peña finds himself stuck with a new partner. A girl that they brought from Miami. Smart, devastating, strong. Nothing he would have thought her to be. Their rivalry builds up to something intense, destructive. CW: canon violence, mentions of death, smoking and drinking, language, bullshitting my way through the Narcos plot, no y/n (3rd person), no physical and racial descriptions of the girl, explicit smut. Divider by @cafekitsune Masterlist for exile Notification blog

They don’t have to reach for reality when work starts on Monday. It crashes on them, violently, and they’re too busy with the current crisis to even think about all the unsaid words.

It starts with a call. And then, everyone’s moving, heavily armed, wearing their bulletproof vests. She ignores the way the green fabric struggles to stretch around Javier’s body. She ignores the fact that she knows just how pretty he is under.

He asks her if she’s sure, and she says yes. But he promises that the sight will be rough. She’ll get used to it.

Carrillo is on the scene, visibly upset. It’s a carnage. Three of his men, disfigured. The violence had kicked up a notch. “For Gustavo” carved on their bodies. She doesn’t vomit this time. She just takes pictures of the scene to bring to the office for evidence, while Javier is cursing somewhere else. The polaroids coming out of the camera don’t even do the scene justice. The blood isn’t tangible enough. Here, she can almost taste it on her tongue.

She lets the men communicate amongst themselves while she keeps photographing evidence. The bodies aren’t warm, they have been here for at least one night. She helps cover them up, and let the Columbian police deal with the aftermath.

When they go back to the office, they have an emergency meeting, and she does her best to listen. They try and plan out their next moves, but it’s hard when the violence has already gotten out of hand. They have to find where Pablo is hidden and fast. They look into what else they can do to spy on their communications. But technology isn’t on their side.

They don’t count the hours and it’s already night when they decide to head out. On the ride home, Javier clears his throat finally talks, with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“You’ve been good today.”

Good girl. Fuck.

“Because I didn’t vomit?”

“Hmhm. It was a lot.”

“It was.” She agrees.

In the quietness of the vehicle, without the buzzing of the office, what happened between them has the time to creep up their minds.

“Listen, about what happened Saturday…” Javier starts.

“Nothing happened.” She cuts him, even though she still fantasized about the way he talked to her during that time. She bites her lip and looks out the window, streets passing them by as he drives to their building.

“Right. Nothing.” He swallows.

And then, they’re both in front of their respective doors. Javier wants to invite her over. Wants to ask her to stay. But they just give each other a knowing nod, before going their separate ways.

They both keep their minds and their hands busy for a few days, and with the matters on their hands, it’s not too hard. She stays far from his body, not to get reminded of the electric feeling of his lips.

But things escalate when she has gun training with him as her private teacher. He’s so close, and they’re both alone and it’s so late that everyone had fled the office.

“I noticed that your hands are a little shaky when you hold your gun. You need to be steadier.”

She nods. For once, he’s right.

“Show me your grip.”

She holds the gun the way she usually does, and he easily takes it from her hands. She tries to ignore his proximity, and he does the same.

“Let me demonstrate.”

She watches as he holds the gun and shoots almost in the middle of the target. She jumps a little at the loud sound in the silence of the room.

“Show off.” She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah? Try to take it from me now, princesa.”

The nickname produces a reaction that she wants to muffle until it disappears. It rolls off his tongue so deliciously. She can almost taste the word from his lips.

She, of course, struggles with it, and of course, he has to play with her. With a cocky smile, he lifts up the firearm too high so she can’t reach it.

“Unfair.” She groans. She hates how arrogant he is, she hates how he keeps teasing her. Since his mind is set on keeping the firearm away from her, she opts for the best strategy she knows, lifts her knee, and hits him right in the groin. Javier folds in half, the weapon flying across the floor, as he holds his balls in pain.

“You’re a fucking psychopath.” He growls.

“It worked.” She shrugs. She almost fucking skips to get the weapon, like a happy and arrogant little girl. She bends to grab it and he looks at the sweet curve of her ass in her work slacks, at the unmistakable silhouette of her panties. She shoots as she holds the firearm in a firm grip, hitting a few stripes away from the middle.

“Better?” She asks as she turns around. Javier is still bent in two, but his gaze isn’t on the target. It’s on her.

“Were you looking at my ass, Agent Peña? How unprofessional.” She reprimands him, coming closer to his body. She puts the safety on and makes a show of putting it back in Javier’s pants.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself, princesa. Always think everything is about you, huh?” He straightens up, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his groin.

“I don’t know, Javier, you’re the one who jumped on me at the office party.” Her fingers trace the slightly open collar of his shirt, barely brushing his golden skin.

She remembers the way he felt against his lips, his hypnotizing taste. She wanted to drown in him.

“You’re fucking crazy.” He breathes, but his lustful gaze says otherwise. He eventually gives in, lips crashing against hers. His kiss is bruising, almost angry. He exchanges their positions, and her back hits the solid wall. She moans against his lips, his mouth and tongue swallowing the sound.

“Oh, you love it.” She finally breathes against his lips. Her hands trail down his shirt, to his brown leather belt, that she opens. She gives him a mocking laugh as she sees the sees the prominent bulge in his tight jeans. “How can you be aroused after I literally destroyed your nuts, hm?”

“I love a feisty woman.” He smirks.

She bites on his bottom lip as she unzips his pants to free his hard member. She wraps her hand around him, hers can’t grasp him fully unlike his. He just watches, admiring how she holds and squeezes him slightly.

“Touch me or I’m stopping everything.” She orders against the shell of his ear.

“Beg for it.” Javier bites back.

“No.”

And she stops moving, leaving Javier to desperately thrust his hips in her grasp. “Touch me, Javier.” She repeats.

The control she has over him is exhilarating. He loses all self-control, loses the way he wants to make her beg instead of barking orders at him. His hand unzips her work pants and plunges in her wet panties, feeling her warmth. He could cum in his pants right here and now. She pumps him slowly, delighted in the way he groans and curses lowly. After cupping her sex, his fingers start moving painfully slowly, teasing her little ball of nerves. Electricity fills her veins, she could explode. Her forehead rests against his shoulder as she moans softly. The asshole knew what he was doing.

“Faster.” She demands breathlessly.

And for once, he obeys. She mimics his speed, lewd sounds filling the training room.

“F-Fuck, Javier… I’m gonna…”

And she explodes, her whole body shaking so much she lets go of him. He holds her as she calms down.

“Eres tan fácil de complacer (You’re so easy to please).” Javier teases.

“Usted también, señor. (You too, sir.)”

And when she falls to her knees in front of him, he loses his grip on reality. Her lips close around his hard member, her hand holding the base. She’s incredibly dirty with it, slurping and sucking like she wants to swallow him whole. His back hits the nearest wall and his eyes close as he pants softly. He never felt anything this good before. And when he cums on her tongue, she lets go of him with a smirk.

“So easy.”

“Stop being so humble.” He rolls his eyes and clears his throat.

They both adjust their clothes and leave work after a “good training session”. His taste is on her tongue, and she’s not sure if she ever wants to taste another man in her life.

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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that green colored feeling

thank you for the request! I turned this one out pretty quick bc I too believe that Tim deserves more fics on this site!! hope you enjoy <333

Tim wasn't a jealous person. Or he wasn't the possessive, checking in every hour, wondering who you could be hanging out with and if him making an appearance would make him look like an idiot or not. He wasn't that type of jealous person.

He's starting to think that you might make him that person.

It's not anything you're doing really. How could it? You know him inside and out and he knows you. Therefore he knows that you wouldn't be flirting with someone when he's five feet away. You're not flirting with someone.

Someone is flirting with you. Which makes sense, you are a literal catch. Tim isn't sure how he manages to be the one to say goodnight and good morning to you every day. Or how he manages to be on the receiving end of quick snapshots from your busy city life because you saw something and thought of him.

He doesn't know how he landed you. But he knows he's yours completely. And he doesn't like the feeling of this green monster sitting on his shoulders and telling him any different.

You on the other hand, you know this guy is flirting with you. Since you got to the party this guy has been eyeing you for a while. He finally got the courage to come up to you after fifteen minutes. And you haven't entertained it one bit. Every opportunity you've gotten to mention Tim as your loving, caring and smart boyfriend you have taken. He just didn't seem to get it though, like he needed to see him in the flesh to believe it.

"Yeah actually my boyfriend is really good with tech stuff maybe you can talk to him." you say.

Then you point over to him. Tim perks up at the action and makes his way over to you and the guy quickly. Tim knows you can handle turning someone down do seeing you point him out meant something wasn't connecting for the guy.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tim asks.

You put your arm around his shoulder and pull him close to you. Tim leans into you as well.

"This is Jared, and he was talking about his new start up thingy." you explain.

Jared seems perplexed to put it lightly. You're not sure why. You told him multiple times that your boyfriend came with you to this party. It astonishes you how that must've went in one ear and out the other.

Tim holds out his free hand, "Nice to meet you."

Jared takes Tim's hand into his. The two shake but you know Jared is still wondering where Tim came from and if he's really real.

"You didn't have to ring in some random guy to get me off your back you know that?" Jared asks, but mores says.

You don't believe it. You believe it but you don't actually believe he said it out loud with the gusto of Alexander the Great! You scoff.

Tim can feel the heat creeping up his neck. He feels-well he feels like he doesn't matter in this situation. A different type of jealous it would seem. Still green, but a little blue too.

Tim doesn't have time to adjust as you enter his line of vision. Up close he can see how thick your eyelashes are and how your lip turns up, like you're about to do something wicked.

"Timmy I think we could give him a show. But only if you want." you say.

Tim's eyes go wide. A boyish grin forms on his lips too. He can feel your breath hitting him from this close. And he wants to get even closer if that's possible. Which it is, he knows just how you can get.

When Tim nods his head at your question, you smile even wider. You wrap your arms around his neck and dive straight in. And he knows you called it a show but with the way you're standing in front of Tim, you're completely locking the guy from seeing anything.

That's what does it. That's what gets Tim to flutter his eyes over to the guy who's still behind you. He deepens the kiss and it's nothing appropriate for a party.

Tim's hands land on your hips and pull you into him. He watches as the guy makes a face and leaves the two of you alone. Finally. Tim shuts his eyes then and lets himself enjoy the impromptu makeup session. Lets himself enjoy you.

And enjoy you he does.

#dcblurbs #Tim drake x reader #dc blurb #Tim drake blurb

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creepylittlelady · 3 months

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Splendor Man HCs plz

Hiii!!!! Thank you so much for this ask, I love love LOVE Splendorman! I just learnt recently that he's actually meant to be Slenderman's older brother? But I'm so used to seeing him as the emotional younger sibling that I don't really wanna switch that around in my AU. Also Slenderman's backstory sorta relies on him being the oldest lmao.

Splendorman Headcanons!

-Splendorman was born the youngest, being born as Simon Gideon Durchdenwald. He was born in Prussia on October 31st, 1875. He died at the age of 26 in 1901.

-His overly happy and childish persona is sort of a coping mechanism for what he went through in life. He was often teased as a kid and spent most of his days alone, although he really did love the company of others. Not to mention the situation with Charles and his family, he was basically just in a constant state of stress all the time and as Splendorman he vowed to take it easy.

-The dude is the definition of patience. There's not much that will set this man off, and you only ever see him genuinely angry once in a century (Trender genuinely calculated it lmao). You can be every form of just shitty person and he can tolerate it. The dude is always smiling, kinda eerie sometimes......

-Due to being cursed by the Operator, he now takes on a similar form to the rest of the Slender brothers, however as he was the most 'human' out of all of them, he has a face and more human features. His tentacles are white and have little bells on them that chime everytime he's happy :3

-He LOVES doing magic and will often perform for people when they're sad. Upset? Here, have a bunny pulled from a tophat!

-His favourite song is Daisy Bell! He often sings it whilst frolicking the fields lmfao.

-He's genuinely the nicest person you'll ever met, but don't get him wrong, he can still do bad things. NEVER underestimate just how kind he can be. If he genuinely ever does lose his patience with someone, they're dead within the hour.

-He has absolutely no concept of an inside or outside voice lmfao, the dude is always really loud and really hyperbolic about everything, and he just loves using random hand gestures.

-He's an incredibly moral person and doesn't ever kill out of his own volition, and often breaks down in tears every time he ends up killing someone. He's gotten used to it now, but he still feels nauseous.

-He absolutely ADORES Halloween as alongside it just being Halloween, it's also his birthday! He throws a massive party for everyone in the Underground to come and join :3

-He truly does care and love for Slender as he just wants to help with whatever hes going through and get them out of this situation, no scratch that, he just wants to see his older brother again and just have a normal conversation with him. He tries his absolute hardest to find where Slender lives and has had no luck so far.

-He and Trender live in a manor house together in a very fashionable part of the Underground, it's definitely the brightest and most well-decorated in their neighbourhood.

-Splendor operates an ice-cream van!!!! He's also very popular with the local kiddies, and loves performing shows for them

-Lazari is somewhat aware of his existence. However, when she asked Slenderman, while Operating was controlling the body, who he was, it stated that Splendorman wasn't to be trusted, to which she just blindly listened. Although Splendorman has definitely tried to befriend her more than once, she just sort of gives a half-glance and walks away.

-He's also stumbled across Eyeless Jack and Ben Drowned before, and as they were told the same thing about him, they both turned away from him. He wonders if all three of them are correlated with them somehow.

-He hates not being liked. It's his absolute worst fear, and if someone doesn't like he goes into a panicked frenzy.

-He's actually quite smart! He doesn't like focusing his efforts on academic matters, but if you gave him a very complicated question he'd be able to answer it in a matter of minutes :3

Thanks for the request!

#littlelady #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta au #puppet strings #slenderman #ben drowned #creepypasta headcanons #splendorman #trenderman #slender brothers #splendorman headcanons #lazari swann #lazari creepypasta #the operator

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blacksupremacy86 · 5 months

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A Private Show Part 2

Catching Tom Hardy unawares at a extreme yet familiar old hotel chain I frequent on the beach so I followed him back into the hotel where he hops on the elevator and I Hypno the concierge to take me to hotel room.

I wait for him to exit his room indeed he did in a hurry as I call out his name he signs and then spun to see me with a small flash light in hand and before a single sentence could be utter.

Ping a loud sound as the flash light sent a huge pulse emitting from the clear glass as it zooms in to his eyes as he pulsed in the face as he knocked down in a instant he hit the floor.

He comes to holding his head as the pound sensation rattles his head a bit shaking his head because he cannot remember what else happened and soon enough I approach him.

He is clearly going to work out at the gym of the hotel in a tight armor for bound shirt and some swat pants looking so fine but now I am kneeling next to him as he stares up into my eyes.

He stares back completely wiped of any of his security he has simply he is a very hot but insecure person I could relate to on some level because he belongs to me now.

I smirk reaching under his arm swiftly lifting him up to his full height he feels his skin so hot flesh and help him back to his room and fumble with his electronic keys swiping it on the panel.

The door unlocks cupping the handle of the door pushing it open as I struggle to heap his heavy load of a muscular body guiding him to his bed I plop him down as he lays on his back.

I rub my hands together warming myself up then place my hands on his chest feeling him up and all over then throughout his tone body till I reach his sweat pants and begin to strip him naked.

The sound a reverberating ping blares in his head waking him up, poor Tom Hardy is at a loss. He starts to scratch his beard a bit till he sits up on his bed then struggles to get to his feet.

He sighs heavily his voice echoing from wall to wall leaving me unearthed as my cock is springing to life. He assumes he must have fallen a sleep since he had a good work out but his body sore.

He barely makes it to the bathroom holding on to the wall he slips in facing the mirror of the room and scratches his hair cannot believe he looks so ruff and he pulls out a razor and shaves.

“Did I go to the gym or what?”

“I am so fucking sore”

“Fuck this! I need to go for a night out”

“Where is my suit?”

“Yes!”

“Maybe I can avoid the papparazzi”

“Anyway! I am on my way “

“Why do I feel like I know this number “

“Meet me at eight!”

“Hey man! Did you change your number!”

“No Man! You are drunk or high?”

“I slept after the gym…I guess “

“Missing hours?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Not funny!”

“Well it is…because I already know what you did”

“Wait what! How do you ….”

“PING!l”

“What the fuck?”

“How do you feel now?”

“Yes Master!”

“Where is your car?”

“Over there”

“Well! Let’s go”

“Yes! Sorry Master”

“Grabbing my bloody keys “

“Something is off “

“Am I forgetting something?”

“Oh your family and life “

“Yyyyeeessss….you are so smart “

“I dealt with that “

“What does that mean “

“I got rid of them”

“Bastard!”

“Dumb dumb”

“All you have is me”

“Oh right!”

stops cold in his tracks starting at me his mind tries to figure out everything I just say to him because I am in total control of him at this money simply stated he cannot even bother to fight me.

The ping happens again forcing his eye to fall back into the socket then opens up but he rolls around coming to he stares back at me with a huge smile at me his arms are now wide open.

He grabs me tightly wounding over me he is lifting me up to in the air swinging me in the air he plants a kiss on me as we rush out of the area.

We hop in the expensive car as he places the keys turning it on as the engine revs up and he is speeding up down the blocks we are now in a private part of a another beach we order a luxury dinner.

The deliver comes as we park he says up

all for us falling deeply in love with me his life all except his career fades in to the clouds of his a has because he no longer exist in that world.

He leans in to kiss me slowly my hand grip his neck pulling him closer to me as we are beginning to make out simply as our hands slowly shove past his upper body to his wide ass.

“Oh My God!”

“What Tom?l

“I love you “

“You think I don’t know that “

“I mean! That’s obviously true”

“Because I willed it”

“You have me now “

“Yes…but”

“Everyone and everything else is gone”

“I wiped them clean”

“They are my”

“Your what…you see you don’t know or care”

“That’s impossible “

“Name them”

“How do they relate?”

“I…I…I”

“You what?”

“Stop being a idiot”

“Don’t you dare call “

“I call you as I like “

“Nnnnffff”

“Yes Master”

“Better watch yourself”

“You know me”

“I explained it all”

“I own you “

“You love me”

“There is no discussion”

“You faith is sealed”

“Let’s kiss and make it official “

The end

#tom hardy #a private show #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #mind conditioning

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sullustangin · 9 months

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So ridiculous question: Did Valkorion ever come out while Eva and Theron were having sex?

This made me laugh out loud! Thanks for the larf; I've needed it due to IRL stuff. <3

Ok, so, the short answer is NO. Valky is repulsed by Theron and tends to go mope in his prison in Eva's head whenever our favorite spy shows up. He wants NOTHING to do with her private life. Theron is icky to him, and he'd rather gargle razor blades and iodine than get an eyeful.

The slightly longer answer in my universe: I imagine that Valkorion screwed up when he picked Eva to be his host. At the time, a Force User made sense, but he's done that before -- booooring. Plus there's no crueler way to further fuck up your not-favorite son than to create a vessel that can kick his ass -- and can't even use the Force naturally. Smugglers are greedy and weak-minded -- this will be easy.

Valkorion didn't anticipate that the vessel could not only hold him but trap him. He thought he could just take up residence, upgrade Eva's arsenal and give her Force abilities, then take the Throne back. No biggie, even if Arcann did chuck her in a freezer for five years. ....but then Valkorion found that he couldn't just take control. He couldn't do what he did on Ziost.

Is he weaker? Is she stronger than Jedi Masters (at least the Hero of Tython in Act 2 and the Sixth Line)? In my universe, it's a bit of both.

Valkorion picked the most stubborn, Force-null, immune-to-manipulation criminal in the galaxy. This is known in the game since we see at least 2 instances (one on Tatooine and one in an FP) where the Smuggler laughs off an attempt to influence them, much to the Sith's consternation. Combine that with the loss of power that the Emperor had when the Valkrion body was slain; I don't think all of the Emperor's power went to the Outlander in a 1:1 transfer.

Valky lost something when he died, and Eva is particularly resistant to the Force. She can tossed around by it, like any visible object, but her own presence in it isn't particularly strong. I've headcanoned that Force Users can't just sense her Life Force, reach out, and grab her; Miraluka have trouble perceiving her and extensive cyborgs like Arn (another headcanon of mine). Direct line of sight in the same room? Yes, she can be acted upon, but it's not as easy as it could be. Force Users also can't do stuff like Force Choke her across a commlink, like Vader does. Eva is difficult to act upon, if that makes sense. Valkorion can talk to her, but it takes a lot of effort; this is why he's sometimes there, sometimes not.

We see in KotFE several instances where Valkorion exerts himself to save the Outlander's life -- because it saves his life. I imagine that he does exhaust himself in these expenditures, which causes him to go silent for much of the six months between KotFE and KotET. As much as Eva is stuck with Valkorion in her head, Valkorion is equally unable to leave, and he is NOT HAPPY about Eva's lifestyle overall.

Valkorion is not going to waste his energy and make himself want to drink bleach by interrupting sexy time. Also, if he was going to do a body hijack prior to the Throne, the last person he'd do it in front of would be Theron. Theron may be an inferior being for lacking the Force, but he is perceptive. It's a combination of Theron being brilliant at analysis and observation (spy and operations manager), but also the love factor. I do imagine Valkorion loved Senya at some point, and people in love notice their partner -how they move, what they do when they're in a mood, etc. Valkorion is just smart enough to know Theron would catch on fast if Eva wasn't herself. He was human, once, after all.

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #askbox #thanks for asking!#oc: eva corolastor #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #valkorion

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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parenthood blurb: intert

a/n: the pic has nothing to do with the chapter , i just thought it was cute! happy sunday, besties. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: swearing, fighting, slight depictions of anxiety

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

“That’s your sister? Shit.”

Connor shifts his jaw from side to side as he sits at his lunch table, clenching his fists in his lap as he watches one of his friends stare at Josie.

“Dibs,” Mason, one of Connor’s friends, calls out.

“You can’t call dibs, idiot,” Bennett, the original speaker, informs him, “The fresh meat is always fair game. ‘Til you tap it, anyway.”

“Oh, you know I will—”

“That’s enough,” Connor grunts, shoving the remainder of his lunch away from him.

Bennett laughs, grabbing the chip bag Connor had pushed away and stuffing the food into his mouth.

“She takes after your mom, huh?”

Connor narrows his eyes, blood boiling in his veins, “Don’t talk about my mom.”

“Dude, come on. You’re so boring. You could get with your little sister’s best friend over there. What’s her name? February? September?”

“April,” Connor corrects, “And, no. She has a boyfriend.”

“So?” Bennett laughs.

Mason chuckles, looking right at Bennett, “He’s still not over his latest rejection. Ellie’s just a bitch, okay?”

Connor’s eyes narrow, and although his patience is growing thin, he’s just glad they’ve stopped talking about Josie.

“She’s not a bitch,” Connor counters, “She just wasn’t interested in me.”

Bennett lets out a loud laugh, “Bro, she gave you the you’re a nice guy speech. Everyone knows they say that just to let you down easy. I’m sure she’s fucking some guy in the locker room right about now.”

Connor shakes his head, “She told me she wasn’t seeing anyone.”

This time, Mason and Bennett both laugh, leaving Connor to shrink back in his seat. Over the years, Connor has grown to hate his heart, especially in moments like these. Bennett and Mason are always so hellbent on lying to girls, but Connor has never felt comfortable doing so. Mason and Bennett know how to play all the games in high school; how to flirt, how to get with three different girls in one weekend, and most importantly, how to keep their emotions off somehow, so they don’t feel things the way Connor does.

“You guys think she was lying?” Connor asks timidly.

Mason grins, “The football team passes that girl around at parties like their own personal whore. Yeah, she lied.”

Connor winces at the word, and knowing it’s connected to someone as sweet as Ellie, he knows it can’t be true.

“I don’t buy it,” Connor announces, “And that’s not really a way to talk about a woman.”

Mason snorts, “Well, I’m not selling it. I’m telling you like it is.”

Mason goes quiet after that, which is the exact moment Bennett clears his throat and rises from the table. Connor’s eyes follow his movement, watching as Bennett smirks down at him.

“I’m gonna go see what Josie’s up to on Friday night,” Bennett announces, grinning when Connor’s jaw clenches, “Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Leave her alone, Ben,” Connor warns.

Bennett laughs and shakes his head, “Aw, are you worried I’m gonna deflower your little sister? That’s if she hasn’t been already. I mean, Noah Smith follows her around like a little lovesick puppy. You think they’re fucking?”

Connor stands, “No. Sit back down and leave her alone.”

Bennett looks to Mason for an answer as to what he should do, to which Mason shrugs, then nods his head in Josie’s direction.

“Yeah, right,” Bennett scoffs at Connor, “I’ll tell her you say hello.”

“She’ll never fall for it, you know,” Connor calls after him, “She’s smarter than you by about a thousand times.”

Bennett turns back then, and the last thing Connor expects to see on his face is a wicked grin.

“I don’t have to be smart. She just has to show up to the party. The alcohol will do the rest.”

Before Mason can grab ahold of Connor, he’s out and around the table, hurrying out into the courtyard where Bennett is. He’s fuming; the last comment of Bennett’s bringing bad thoughts to Connor’s mind.

“I said, leave her alone,” Connor repeats.

Bennett laughs and stops in his tracks, lazily turning around to face him. Connor stutters in his stance, trying his best to look confident and intimidating enough for Bennett to listen.

“Or what, golden boy? You’re gonna stop me?” Bennett laughs again, “Look, think of it as a test. If your sister’s a whore, she’ll accept a senior’s offer to come to the party. If she takes after her brother, well, she won’t do anything exciting until she’s fifty.”

Connor’s jaw clenches, his chest filling with rage, “Don’t call her that.”

“What?” Bennett smirks, “A whore? You can’t even say it, can you? Cute, Cameron. God, let’s hope your sister’s a fuckin’ slut, otherwise—”

The only thing Connor can think of is Josie. All other logic seems to fly out the window as he hurries over to Bennett, and just as he drops his guard, Connor’s fist connects to his face.

Bennett stumbles just enough that Connor has a perfect view of Josie, standing beside Noah a few feet away. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what he’d just done, but before either of them can speak, Bennett charges at Connor.

Connor’s head and back smack against the concrete so hard that his ears start to ring, and he doesn’t even register the following few punches. All he can hear is Josie and Noah.

“Let go, Noah, I have to help him!”

“No, stay here, I’ll handle it.”

“I don’t need you to handle it, I can handle it.”

“Jo, you could get hurt—”

“I don’t care. Let go.”

Connor finally brings his arms up to protect his face as he regains some strength and sense as to what’s going on. Bennett stands up and kicks Connor right in his rib cage, leading him to cry out and clutch his stomach.

“Connor!” Josie shouts, “Get away from him, you dick!”

Bennett chuckles, stepping back as he wipes blood from his mouth, “He threw the first punch. I was acting in self defense.”

Connor’s eyes open just enough to see the angry expression on Josie’s face. Noah stands beside her, and for that, Connor is grateful.

“He may have thrown the first, but I’ll throw the last.”

Bennett has just enough time to smirk before Josie shoves the heel of her hand into his nose, leading to one loud crunch and a gush of blood from Bennett’s face.

“Holy shit,” Noah mutters.

“Fuck!” Bennett yells, “I think you just broke my fucking nose.”

“I’ll break something else, too, if you don’t get the hell away from us,” she retorts.

Bennett groans, muttering the word bitch under his breath as he hurries away. Josie sinks to her knees beside Connor, who is still mumbling out incoherent syllables to express his pain.

“Ouch,” he mutters.

Josie gives him a sad smile, “You okay? Anything broken?”

“Nope,” Connor replies weakly, “Just my ego. Only a little bit.”

She laughs, “You looked like a badass, though. Before he hit you back.”

Connor chuckles and lets Josie and Noah help him to his feet, hoping he doesn’t have any visible bruises his parents might see when he gets home. As the three turn around, ready to get Connor somewhere less visible, they come face to face with an administrator, and that’s when Connor swears.

“Shit.”

Connor Cameron is not an expert in disappointing his parents. In fact, he prides himself on the fact that he could count on one hand the number of times he actually has, and even then, it’s limited.

He and Josie are sitting in the corner of a guidance counselor’s office while Rafe discusses what will happen next with the principal. Connor’s lip finally stopped bleeding, and a bruise begins to form around his left eye, but nobody can see the pain in his chest from being kicked so hard. He’s anxiously shaking his leg up and down, praying Rafe isn’t too upset with him.

Josie, on the other hand, blows a bubble in her gum and pops it, earning a glare from every adult in the room.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, resuming her chewing.

Connor nudges her with his elbow, giving her a look to tell her to knock it off. She shrugs in response, and if Connor thought he was anxious before, the familiar knock on the door tells him differently.

You slip inside with worry plastered across every inch of your face. You spot Connor and Josie first, sitting beside each other. Rafe and the administrators stop talking when you enter, but you don’t care. You step right over to Connor and tip his chin up, observing his injuries.

“Are you okay, handsome?” you ask him, keeping your voice low.

“Yes, Mom, but can I just explain—”

“In a minute,” you promise, “Just relax. You’re getting yourself all worked up. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Connor nods, “Okay.”

“Josie girl, you okay?” you ask.

She nods, “I’m good. Not hurt.”

You give her a smile, then turn to Rafe, who stands from his seat. He gives you a raise of the eyebrows and doesn’t sit until you do, grasping your hand in his tightly.

“The Maybanks want to press charges,” Principal Tucker tells you, “Bennett’s nose is broken.”

“Bullshit,” Rafe replies, “Their little punk son was saying awful things about my daughter. Connor was defending her.”

“Defending her with violence,” Tucker clarifies, “Mr. Cameron, I’m sure you’re well aware of the fact that you can’t punch someone just because they say something you don’t like.”

Rafe scoffs, “It’s more complicated than that and you know it. You’ve never had a disciplinary issue with my son before. He’s a good kid with a solid GPA and a bright future. I’m not letting some asshole with bad intentions ruin that for him.”

Throughout this conversation and your phone call with Rafe that led you here, you’d been able to piece together what happened. Just as you think you’ve got the events of this afternoon down, Principal Tucker sits back and purses his lips to hide a smile.

“Mr. Cameron, I think you’ve misunderstood me. The Maybanks aren’t pressing charges against Connor. They’re pressing charges against Josephine.”

Josie’s gum pops again, but this time, it’s an accident out of shock. Connor’s eyes widen as he looks over at his sister, surprise lining her face.

“Josie?” Rafe questions, clearly confused, “Why the hell would they press charges against my daughter?”

“Um,” Josie speaks quietly, raising her hand as if she has a question, “Dad, I kinda, uh, used the defensive move Uncle Topper taught me.”

You cover your mouth with your hand, picturing Josie standing up for her brother and breaking Bennett Maybank’s nose in the process. Rafe’s tongue pokes at his cheek, trying to prevent his own smile from forming.

“She broke his nose,” Tucker repeats.

“He was kicking the shit out of my brother,” Josie snaps back.

“Language, Jo,” Connor mumbles, elbowing her.

“All right,” Rafe draws the conversation back in, “What are we supposed to do? How do we de-escalate the situation?”

Tucker sighs, glancing at Josie, “Personally, I think it would go a long way if she apologized.”

“No,” Josie says immediately.

“Josie,” Connor hisses, “If that’s what will keep you out of trouble, you should do it.”

Rafe remains silent and so do you, knowing that look in Rafe’s eye and accepting the fact that he is prepared to handle the situation while you sit and worry about Connor’s eye.

“Mr. Cameron,” Tucker says, “I really think this would help.”

Without even blinking, Rafe settles his eyes on Josie and gives her a small nod, one that tells her everything she needs to know.

“I will support whatever my daughter decides is best for her. Although, Principal Tucker, I would like to state that she acted in defense of her brother, who was still being kicked even while he was down, after this boy made remarks about getting her drunk so he could—” Rafe’s voice hitches, and he clenches his jaw before he finishes, “Act inappropriately. Allowing that as an administrator could be pretty detrimental to the reputation of the school, don’t you think?”

Tucker leans forward, “Are you threatening me, Mr. Cameron?”

“Not at all,” Rafe replies, “I just think it's the Maybanks you should have in this office with you right now, not us. We’re taking our children home.”

Rafe stands and you follow suit, tucking your purse over your shoulder and following him toward the door. You wrap your arm around Connor and hold him close while Rafe takes Josie’s hand, leading her out.

The Maybank family sits tall outside Principal Tucker’s office; a bloody washcloth pressed against Bennett’s nose. Rafe clenches his jaw as he takes in JJ, wearing a dress shirt and running a hand through his short, neat hair. He’d married a girl with Kook money and moved to the Eight shortly after, where he underwent all of his changes. He’s a far cry from the drunk kid he once was.

“Rafe,” JJ greets him bluntly, standing up, “Anything anyone would like to say to each other?”

Principal Tucker stands at the threshold of his office, listening as the two families speak. Josie sucks in a deep breath and squeezes Rafe’s hand, then steals a glance at her brother.

He’s not tough. She knows this. But, right now, he looks scared. Not for himself, but for her. Personally, Josie could give a fuck less about Bennett Maybank, but she refuses to let Connor lose any sleep over this when he’s the one who jumped up to defend her in the first place.

Rafe’s eyes grow wide when Josie steps forward, releasing his hand and giving JJ a small smile before she turns to Bennett.

“I’m really sorry,” she says, surprising herself when it comes out sincere, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. If you want, I could tutor you in Chemistry to make it right. I’m kind of a science whiz, and my brother told me you’re failing.”

Josie wiggles her jaw to hide a smirk as Bennett’s mother gasps beside him.

“You’re failing?”

Bennett glares at her and Josie shrugs in response, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“God,” JJ grunts, “I’m sorry, Josie. We won’t be pressing charges, given that our son clearly hasn’t been honest about much lately.”

Josie flashes him a charming smile, “Thank you, Mr. Maybank. I’m sorry for the trouble. You guys have a nice afternoon.”

Connor perks up beside you, and you cast a knowing glance to Rafe before you turn. Rafe gives JJ a head nod before grabbing Josie’s hand, leading her away from the office. Rafe carries her backpack as they walk to the parking lot, kissing her knuckles.

“Jo,” Rafe whispers, gaining her attention, “I love you, baby, but you’re not a science whiz.”

Josie grins, “I know that. The Maybank’s don’t.”

Rafe’s grin makes Josie laugh, and he shakes his head as he opens the car door for her to climb inside. Connor’s already seated, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I never told you Bennett was failing Chem,” he mumbles.

Josie sighs, “I know. Mason told me.”

Connor’s eyebrows furrow as he looks over at her, stealing a glance to their parents to ensure they aren’t listening.

“When did you talk to Mason?” he hisses.

“Last week when he dropped by to borrow your laptop. You really shouldn’t lend that out, by the way.”

“Josie,” Connor groans, “I don’t think you should be talking to those guys.”

Josie stares him dead in the eyes, “I don’t think you should, either.”

“Okay,” Rafe’s voice takes over the car as he closes his door, “While there’s nothing quite like the feeling of picking up both of our children from school for fighting, your mother and I both had to leave work for this. So, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to be quiet and reflect on the drive home, and when we get there, you both will take turns calmly explaining to us what happened. Sound good?”

Rafe glances up in the rearview mirror as both of them nod. His gaze holds Josie’s for an extra moment, giving her a small nod of reassurance that he isn’t angry. In return, he gets a smile.

You turn in your seat and reach for Connor’s hand, smiling when he gives it to you with no hesitation.

“Do you need anything on the way? We’ll ice your eye at home,” you say.

He shakes his head, “I’m fine, Mom.”

You squeeze his hand, then let go and turn around in your seat. Rafe takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the same way he’d done with Josie earlier. He starts to drive, reveling in the quiet that overtakes the car. His eyes flicker back to Josie every now and then, checking on her and wondering what could possibly be going on in that head of hers. Rafe wonders how she got to be so strong, even in moments where she’s allowed to show weakness.

“No way! You must’ve hit him just right, Jo, that’s amazing. Show me again how you did it.”

Josie grins and makes the motion for Topper again, watching his eyes bulge as the heel of her palm comes up in the air.

“He was gushing blood,” she tells him, “And he deserved it, too.”

Topper laughs, “Yeah, sounds like it. I’m so proud of you.”

Josie smiles and looks over at Connor, who is shrinking down in his chair. Everyone is sitting around in the Cameron's backyard eating lunch and swimming. Connor, whose eye is still bruised and ribs are still sore, doesn’t like talking about it. He doesn’t want to relive it or explain —again — how he got his ass kicked by someone he called his friend.

Josie gives him an apologetic smile and sits down beside him, ignoring Topper as he looks over and starts to discuss the fight with Rafe.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles to him, “I won’t talk about it anymore.”

Connor sighs, “It doesn’t matter, Jo. You saved the day. You deserve to bask in it a little bit.”

She opens her mouth to speak, to thank him for trying to save her, when Kelce’s voice sounds from the shallow end of the pool.

“Jo! Come over here and tell Aunt Mads what happened.”

She gives Connor a small, shallow smile, then stands up and walks toward them. She passes Noah on her way over, who gives her a smile of his own, which she returns. Noah sucks in a breath as her scent fills his nose, turning over his shoulder to watch her walk away. He plops himself down next to Connor at the table, observing the anti-social look in his eye.

“Hey, man,” Noah greets him, “How are you?”

Connor shrugs, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Noah glances over Connor’s shoulder and watches as Josie sits down at the edge of the pool with his parents, tucking her legs into the water and laughing with them. He smiles at the image, noticing the weird rhythm his heartbeats maintain as he stares.

“How stupid did I look? Honestly?”

Noah’s eyes move back over to Connor’s as he furrows his brow, “What? When?”

“When I punched Bennett,” Connor mumbles, “And wound up on the ground.”

Noah scoffs and runs a hand over his head, “Dude, you didn’t look stupid. You were defending your sister. I would’ve done the same if I heard that guy saying that shit about her.”

“You wouldn’t have ended up getting kicked repeatedly in the stomach, though,” Connor reasons.

“Could’ve,” Noah shrugs, “Look. Nobody here is thinking Connor’s stupid for getting laid out on the concrete. They’re thinking how honorable it is that you stepped up to defend your sister. And Josie, I mean, she’s beside herself.”

Connor looks up at him hesitantly, “She told you that?”

Noah chuckles and nods his head.

“Yeah. She looks up to you, she always has, and the fact that you defended her without thinking twice means a lot to her. And I’ll tell you something I’m sure you already know. That girl’s opinion is worth a lot more than any of ours.”

Connor nods slowly, and when he looks up again at Noah, he sees how Noah’s eyes drift back to Josie. He smiles just as Connor hears Josie’s laugh echo up to the deck, and that’s what drops suspicion into Connor’s brain.

“Noah,” Connor says gently, “You tried to pull her back. Why?”

Connor knows why. Connor approves of Noah’s actions. But now, with the way Noah’s looking at Josie, well, it’s a look Connor recognizes well. It’s the same look Connor’s father gives Connor’s mother when she’s sitting on the couch or looking at her phone.

“She could’ve gotten hurt,” Noah answers, his eyes not leaving Josie, “I should’ve known she’d be the one to kick all of their asses. I guess growing up surrounded by boys, she’s learned how to hold her own.”

Connor laughs and so does Noah right as Rafe yells that the burgers are done on the grill. With a handshake and a hug, the boys rise from the table and head down the deck, where they find Rafe pressing you up against the only cool part of the grill, kissing you repeatedly.

“Seriously?” Topper groans.

“You’d think after all this time, they’d cool it,” Kelce grunts.

“I think it’s sweet,” Maddie smiles at you, earning a grin back.

“Do you?” Kelce raises a brow, “C’mere, then. Move over, Cameron.”

You laugh as Kelce starts to kiss Maddie the same way Rafe was kissing you, and before you know it, all the kids are groaning and demanding this all comes to a halt. Topper grabs his burger and vacates the area immediately, while Josie, Connor and Noah wind up settling together by the pool.

You stand beside Rafe as everyone gets their food, resting your head on his shoulder as you stare at the three of them.

“You think the lecture was enough?” you ask him.

He debates for a moment, “I have no idea. I know we had to give it, but my heart just wasn’t in it. Connor defending her and Josie punching some douchebag who can’t keep it in his pants is fine with me.”

“Rafe, we can’t encourage that,” you remind him.

“I’m not encouraging it. But I’m not going to tell them they were wrong, either. JJ Maybank’s a prick, so I’m not surprised his son turned out—”

“Rafe,” you sigh, “Let’s let your issues with JJ go, okay?”

“No. He grabbed your ass.”

“I was sixteen.”

“And I punched the shit out of him,” he reminds you, “So, really, me telling the kids not to do the same is a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes at him. He grins and wraps his arms around you, leaning down for one more kiss.

“Sometimes, I wonder if we’re doing the right things,” you admit.

He nods in understanding, “Me too, sweetheart. But they seem okay, don’t they?”

You scoff, “Connor has a black eye.”

“From keeping his sister safe,” Rafe reasons, “And I bet you anything he’d do exactly what he did all over again.”

“Maybe,” you mumble, “I’m just—”

“Rafe, Y/N, stop making out and come eat,” Scott yells from the deck, waving the two of you over.

“Go,” Rafe demands softly, giving you one last kiss as he takes the paper plate from your hand, “I’ll make your burger. Get me a beer?”

You nod, rising on your tiptoes and stealing another kiss as he laughs against your mouth. You make your way up to the deck and grab a beer for Rafe, setting it at the empty spot beside you as you join the conversation. Quickly, you glance back at him, finding Josie making her way over to Rafe at the grill.

“Dad?”

Rafe turns and takes her in; faint smile, shiny eyes, freckles peaking out due to the sun. He gives her a wide grin.

“Hey, princess. Want me to fix up your plate for you? I made your veggie burger just the way you like it.”

“No, I’m okay,” she gives him a thankful smile, “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t, um, mad.”

Rafe furrows his eyebrows and turns all the way around, forgetting about her food.

“Why would I be mad?”

Josie shrugs, avoiding his eyes, “I hit someone. And everyone keeps telling me it’s understandable, and I know you told Principal Tucker that you respect my decision, but I just wanted to make sure we’re okay. You and me, I mean.”

Rafe nods, knowing she’s right. The day the fight happened, the conversation had primarily been about Connor and why he started the entire thing. Josie’s part had been covered slightly, but not much considering she’d been defending her brother. Since then, it hadn’t been mentioned much in the house. Connor wants to forget about it, and everyone inside their home respects that. Today, though, filling everyone in, seems to bring it all back up.

“Look at me,” Rafe says to her, watching as she hesitantly looks up at him, “You and me? We’ll always be okay. Baby, you were defending your brother. And, honestly, yourself. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of how strong you are. But I want you to understand something, too, are you listening?”

Josie swallows, “Yes.”

“You don’t have to be strong like that if you don’t want to be. If you’re upset about what happened, you come to me. I’m not going to judge you.”

Rafe watches as she nods slowly, the look in her eyes telling him just how much that means to her.

“Thanks, Dad,” she mumbles.

He gives her a smile, watching as the corners of her lips tip up, “I love you so much, princess. C’mere.”

Josie collapses into his arms, squeezing him as tight as he squeezes her.

“I love you, too,” she whispers to him.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Rafe chuckles, “Now, come on. Let's get you some lunch.”

Rafe makes up Josie’s burger, then yours, then his own, and travels up the deck with the two plates in his hand. He settles in beside you, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek once he’s seated.

“Need anything?” he asks you.

You shake your head, eyeing the plate he’d made so perfectly.

“I’m good,” you smile, “Is she?”

Rafe gives you a shy smile, because of course you’d been watching, he thinks.

“Yeah, she’s good. She loves me.”

You laugh and so does he, settling his arm along the back of your chair.

“I love you,” you remind him.

He grins, “I love you, too.”

Scott leans over, narrowing his eyes at the two of you.

“I love you, three. Now, eat your food and join the conversation. We've been trying to get your attention since your shirtless husband came up here.”

You laugh and look down at the table, mumbling out an apology before Sarah starts to explain what you’ve missed. Rafe listens for a moment, but can’t help his eyes fall down the deck and to the pool, where his greatest love sits with her legs dangling in the water. He smiles as he watches her laugh at something Noah Smith told her, and with a small clench of his jaw at the recognition of the expression on Noah’s face, he turns back to his food to distract himself.

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panics-side-blog · 1 year

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Shattered glass Shockwave headcanons

So today i read someone being upset that all the sg headcanons they see about shockwave isn't really good and they wanted to see some more input from others, i forgot who they where nor what the blog is called but i decided to give my own two cents in this form. Shout-out to this person this post is for you and i hope you can enjoy it

👾Still a scientist and looked up too for his amazing inventions but he isn't the same infamy then his counter part.

👾Mainly because he is messy and disorganized/not being able to set priority's because he doesn't understand what is a priority and what not since all of it is important for him.

👾 He also refused to do stuff if he sees the invention being used to harm others or if the negatives are too damaging in his opinion. The safety for others are his priority and his invention is just for the people in need.

👾Very autistic (his counterpart too but he is somewhere else on the spectrum). The type of autistic that, instead of having flat effect/ a monotone voice, has it going all over the place. It being very expressive and more loud then calm and quiet. Which also can come off as not so great because people still interpretate it wrong a lot of times. Thinking he is angry because his voice has a lot of intensity that is meant to show his happiness and eagerness to help or what also happens is that they think he is sarcastic because his voice tone goes up and down a lot essentially having a voice; LiKe hOw yoU WouLD ReAd ThIs OuT.(happens the most when he indulgence in his special interest).

👾A lot of his intellect comes from him being emotionally very smart. Like he knows exactly what your feeling and why and can help you with this exact problem and comfort you just right, making you feel like the world could end but everything's is alright as long as he has you in his arms, telling you sweet and encouraging words that hit just right.

👾But ironically (or better said autistically) he has problems to express his feelings in words. He doesn't seem to find the right once or can't read his own emotional right because their all over the place/just ????? (I hope you get what i mean, other autistic people who know that feeling give me a yippe in the comments/hj)

👾Will explode if he can't stim. Which also paired with when he info dumps it can be very intense. His voice gets loud and booming not being able to tell that it just does it's thing and he either walks up and down or rocks back and forth very intensely. He once feel back from a chair because he broke the backrest due to his stims. But he laughed about it and thought it was funny.

👾LOVES humans, most of his info dumps is about humans. A lot of inventions are for humans (also the reason why he isn't seen as much as a great scientist because like 60/70% of his stuff are ment for humans. And the Cybertronians just think "wtf are we suppose to do with this".) He has to be thoroughly convinced to not spend the next cycles to build some sort of stuff for humans. It can be really hard to do so. Not just for the one who tries to convince him but also for shockwave because it makes him sad that he can't spend more time with it :((. (It's also a high chance he will half ass his Projekt if no one checks in often enough or give him some sort of reward to motivate and show him it's not a wasted of time). But once you pull out the *insert Bot who struggles because of a thing out of their control and needs support for it* he is convinced. The other projects are much harder to convince for,their is going to be a hour long conversation with a really well made PowerPoint presentation that was made by a group to show him why he should do it.

👾 Beside that all of his project are ethical, his moral and justice compass is STRONG. Like STRONG STRONG. He would rather die then do something immoral that could hurt someone. It's just not logical for him to hurt others.

👾His work also besides helping humans, mostly focuses on Cybertronian health instead of war inventions. Be it support for disabled Mechs or the once who have mental health issues or just figuring out how you can get rid of a common cold the fastest and easiest. He generally focuses a lot on health and super for other's.

👾is very cheerful in general always here to build you up and share his love and passion with others.

👾Can also get overwhelmed by a lot of work very easy so he needs support on that with people he trusts the most.

👾Originally wanted to work as a Psychologist or sociologists but due to the war making his plans very messy he realizes right now the Mechs who lost it all needed inventions to help them out. He still pursues his original plan and already is called the "psychologist friend/Psychologist that has an invisible degree" because he knows so much about it.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers shattered glass #shattered glass Shockwave #tf shockwave #transformers headcanon #transformers shattered glass headcanon #i still have some more headcanons that are more about himself as a person then his role as a worker #man i haven't done such a list in a while hopefully it's good:))#anyway going to eat my soup haven't eaten the whole day and the day is almost over so oops #autism strikes again making me hyperfixated about a dbd like i haven't in years

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ben-101-rewrite · 1 year

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-Ben 101 Rewrite Note-

Every time Ben turns into one of his aliens, he tends to take on traits and instincts of them that can affect his personality. Some are more obvious than others, ranging from mild shifts in tone, to full on acting barely like Ben. Here are the OG series aliens and their personality shifts.

Heatblast - Has a bit of an arsonist side to him, due to his kind being used to being around fire, leading to many moments where he is careless with destruction he may cause. Young pyronites are a lot louder and bombastic, but as they age they noticeably mellow out. Wildmutt - Can be territorial with many dog-like habits, such as when he found an item they were all looking for, that Gwen tried to take from him, only for him to growl at her out of instinct. But he is very loyal to those in his ‘pack’, and gets protective when they are threatened. Diamondhead - Chill, calm and collective, with an alternative nature. Though he can be rather over confident, which has led to both good and bad situations depending on what he is facing at the time. XRL8 - Hummingbird brain, always needing to do something, gets bored easily, and can get distracted easily. Also known to wonder and explore.

Grey Matter - Highly smart, but not in a cocky way. Always thinking out loud to process thoughts better, and often seen fiddling with things or pacing. Four Arms - Competitive, daredevil and always looking for a challenge. Loves to get high off of an adrenaline rush, but has a noble side to him and is always ready to call out people. Stinkfly - Has quite a cheeky personality, along with a curious mind, leading to him basically wanting to do things he seems fun or will make him laugh. Also has a bit of a hoarding side, and doesn’t like to share. Ripjaws - Comes across as fairly normal until in battle, where he becomes an absolute monster in his fighting style. Highly aggressive, doesn’t show mercy and leaves lasting damage. He also seems to listen to females more often than men, due to their matriarchal culture. Upgrade - Calculated, loyal and creative. Since they were designed by the Galvans, they are made to be perfect assistants, in both being able to follow orders, and being able to take matters into their own hands when needed. Ghostfreak - Rather quiet and a loner, but is known to be honest, even if it may seem harsh. Due to Ben’s conflicting feelings with this form, he can come across as unsure, depressed even, but still have an edge to him. When pushed, elements like Zs'skayr shine through, being aggressive, cold and eerie. Cannonbolt - Rather chill with a playful side to him, and lacks a bit of an impulsive control as he’s used to just rolling into danger, having faith he can tank it. Wildvine - Can act aggressive or harsh to those he doesn’t know or is close with, and prefers to use the area around to help fight, instead of being direct. The ambush predator side of him sometimes comes forward. Spitter - Since he does not speak, nor emote that well, he can come across as a little awkward to be around, often just standing there and staring, as if he needs a moment to process anything. Buzzshock - Trickster, always seems like he’s high on sugar, and very childish. Though he likes to have back up, being a creature that needs a group with it. He also has no impulse control and will just do whatever action comes first to mind. Arctiguana - Rather slow in their mannerism, and not very expressive, but can come across as wise as he notices all the little details that others may brush past. Blitzwolfer - Resourceful with a tactical mind, with a natural knowledge towards stalking and hunting prey. Thrives in the wild, and knows how to spook those he wishes to scare. Upchuck - Lazy, goes with the flow, with poor mannerism, yet has a happy personality. Not a lot seems to phase him, and his sense of fear is rather low.

Snare-oh - Slick, with a silver tongue. He has a way with words, his eerie body language matching with it. He also enjoys things he finds valuable, and will aggressive with those who mess with his things.

Frakenstrike - Smart and enjoys the art of crafting, able to spend hours on end working on something and rarely get frustrated. He also surprisingly has a family side to him, and wants to be there to make sure they’re safe.

Eye Guy - Takes in a lot of details around him, even when he shouldn’t be. Known to get involved with conversations he shouldn’t be snooping in on, or isn’t directed at him. His sense of personal space is lacking.

Way Big - When not in battle he is a gentle giant, very careful with his movements, and can come across as sounding reasonable, even if people are put off by his height and strength. Known to step into conflict to always try and put a stop to it.

Ditto - Playful with boundless energy, often diving into danger head first without a care in the world. Also does not have a filter, often saying what comes to mind, even if it’s not an appropriate time.

#I'll try and do UAF and Omni another day #Ben 101 AU #ben 101 #Ben 101 Rewrite #Ben 101 Note #ben 10 #ben 10 original series #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #B10 #Ben 10 Ben Tennyson #Ben 10 Omnitrix

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khaothanawat · 1 year

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i know i’ve seen people say it’s weird that nueng doesn’t, as of episode 7, seem upset that his mother was shot, but i don’t think it’s that weird. or: i don’t think he’s not upset. he’s just either hiding it very well, or completely compartmentalising by giving himself over to the fantasy escape of the island. or both.

like. i feel like the show has, over and over again and since episode one, made it so clear that nueng is a master of hiding his own feelings (unless he’s drunk pleeeaaase kssjdjjd). we saw him do it with ben in the dance hall, right before he decided to poison himself (hhh). my man ate food that was way too spicy for him and kept a perfectly straight face the entire time 😭

equally, it does also seem like nueng’s also keeping his feelings completely bottled up and letting himself instead get lost in this escapist fantasy the island offers him. he said it all out loud in episode 7 - i’m a different person here, i’m free from the weight of the expectations that are placed on me back home, i haven’t been happy in a very long time but i can be happy here… his focus on what the island offers him in comparison to the life he had (and just casually disregarding that the life he had would probably look very different to the life he’d be going back to, without either of his parents.) he was upset the entire journey to the island - and then he locked it up completely.

i mean, he’s out there trying to earn money as a fisherman because he’s never earned his own money before! he’s trying to work out how to put sheets on a bed! it’s not reality and he knows it, but i think that makes compartmentalising his feelings about what happened to his mother so much easier. he can just enjoy his time with palm, enjoy pretending to be a normal teenager (bc omg he’s a teenager) who doesn’t have people trying to murder him and his entire family. how else would you even really cope with that?

i think dating palm is also clearly a part of that. i absolutely believe he has feelings for palm, but i also wonder if he’s operating with a little bit of a #yolo mindset and just trying to make the most of his time on the island and live while he can. he’s never dated anyone!! he was so so lonely before he had palm!!! he’s got so many things he’s trying to escape from!!!! but none of it is permanent in his mind. that’s what he says to palm: while we’re living on this island, can you be my boyfriend?

i wonder if the fact that he’s not sleeping is also a sign of where he’s at - the show has shown us this a few times in the past two episodes. ostensibly it’s because he needs his music; we’ve seen him a number of times listening to classical music, particularly at school which was rough for him, so i suppose that’s an escape too. it’s like the spicy food though - he could hide his reaction to the pain from his voice and his face, but his body still betrayed how well he was actually coping.

the thing is, though, is nueng even really being honest with palm? does he genuinely need to buy a phone just to listen to classical music? don’t be such a zoomer nueng - go find a radio or something omg.

i just think that if i was planning to hitch a ride off of an island, becoming a fisherman with access to a boat and/or getting myself a phone would be a pretty smart call.

or else, getting myself sent to a hospital miles away would probably also do the trick, i guess.

#never let me go #palm x nuengdiao #LISTEN I THINK MY THING IS i never trust nueng #i love him and he is my son but i trust nothing he does ever #anyway watch him accidentally enjoy dating palm WAY too much and have this all backfire on him spectacularly looool #me (32 years old): why can’t he just buy a walkman 🙄#lmao lo where tf is he finding a walkman exactly dumbass #I’M RIGHT THO #show: never let me go #ship: nlmg: palm x nuengdiao #nlmg: meta

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linagram · 5 months

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[ 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗

there's only one prisoner pair left to judge! and riku's case still doesn't feel that easy to me. i have no idea what verdict he's gonna get this time.

speaking of warnings below: riku really does talk more about his murder in this vd and about his mental health problems as well. i was a little scared of writing this one because sometimes i feel like riku's character is too, uh.. edgy, maybe? or just too depressing? however, i also want to show that his relationship with his victim, his family and other people really messed him up to the point of wanting to be in pain himself and wanting others to be in pain as well.

Warnings for Riku's VD: Mentions of self-harm and suicide. Also, Riku, if you're able to get out of here, promise that you will immediately get therapy after that.

Warnings for Riku's MV: Mentions of blood, also one of the characters. Um. Literally gets mauled.

(sounds of footsteps that sound slower than usual and now it seems like there's only one person walking)

(the footsteps stop)

Miki: ...

Miki: *starts crying*

Miki: I-it's not fair..

Miki: Why do I- no, w-why do we have to do this?

Miki: I still want to save everyone, but..

Miki: .. Do I even want to save everyone?

Miki: .. Or do I just want them to like me?

Miki: Maybe I just want them to thank me and praise me for my hard work and..

Miki: T-that actually sounds nice..

Miki: H-hold on, what am I saying?!

Miki: Okay, I'm already losing my sanity.

Miki: I-I can't do this alone.

Miki: Maybe I should just-

Miki: Huh?

(a sound of a screen turning on)

???: Well, if you can't do this alone, that means you could use some help, right?

Miki: ...

???: I'm a little sleepy, but I can help out, if you want. I didn't really want to leave this room, but seeing you like this is.. kind of sad.

???: H-hey, can you hear me? Is this thing even on?

Miki: ...

???: .. It's the mask, isn't it.

???: Don't worry, I'll take if off once we see each other in person. I still have to wear it for now-

Miki: WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!

Miki: WHY ARE YOU- HOW- WHO-

???: P-please, calm down!.. You're so loud, your voice kinda hurts my ears, haha..

???: Also, what if the prisoners hear you?

Miki: .. Right.

Miki: But still.. Who are you?

Miki: Wait.. Your uniform..

???: You really are a smart one.

Miki: .. The third guard? You were the one who made everyone answer those questions?

???: Well, not exactly, I asked my.. uh, I asked someone else to bring those papers to everyone, but yeah, it was my idea.

Miki: .. Why? You know you could just join us and we could interrogate them together, right?

???: It's not as easy as it sounds, Miki-san.

Miki: YOU KNOW MY NAME??

???: I've been watching you two for some time, so.. Yeah, I know a lot about you and the prisoners.

Miki: .. Where were you when it was the first trial though?

???: I was.. asleep, basically.

???: And then, after I woke up, I watched the recordings of all interrogations from that trial and I already had all the information I needed.

Miki: Asleep?..

???: Listen, I have no idea what happened to me, but it really felt like I was just asleep. But if I'm being honest..

???: I feel like they would've never let me wake up if they saw that they don't need me here.

Miki: W-what does that mean?..

???: I-I don't want to go into details.

???: So, I'm the third guard of the Milgram prison, nice to meet you.

Miki: .. N-nice to meet you too, but what is your name?

Miki: And when will I be able to meet you in person?

Miki: .. And what's with the mask?

???: A-ah, right, right, my name..

???: Um.. I-I can't reveal my real name to you right now, but trust me, I will do so very soon. I'm wearing a mask to hide my face for the exact same reason, but I promise that I will join you soon and you'll be able to see my face, haha.

Miki: But then.. What should I call you?

Miki: "Is it just me or his voice actually sounds very attractive? And what if he takes off this weird mask and it turns out that-"

Miki: "Wait, am I really having thoughts like this right now?"

???: So, uh, what should you call me..

???: Ah, right! Can you call me Hiyuu, please?

Miki: "Hiyuu"? S-sure, but why that name specifically?

???: When my parents were waiting for me to be born, they had a very long list of names for me and had no idea which one to go with. They almost went with Hiyuu.

Miki: I see.. Why did they go for a different name though?

???: No idea. I think it sounds cuter than the name I got in the end.

Miki: "It does sound kind of cute.."

Miki: O-okay! Then, um, again, n-nice to meet you, Hiyuu-san!

Hiyuu: Again, nice to meet you too, Miki-san.

Hiyuu: So, you're going to interrogate the ninth prisoner now, correct?

Miki: Y-yeah..

Hiyuu: I'm really sorry, but you'll have to interrogate him without me. I will join you when it's time for the tenth prisoner to be interrogated.

Miki: But why? Do you have something else to do?

Miki: Ah, I'm sorry for asking so many questions..

Hiyuu: It's okay, it's okay! It's just..

Hiyuu: .. I just woke up from a nap and I'm still feeling sleepy.

Miki: ...

Hiyuu: .. It was a joke, I swear.

Hiyuu: I-I will join you later, I definitely will! But I know that prisoner's behavior is.. a bit unstable, so please, just know that if you're in danger, I will immediately run to help you, okay?

Miki: .. Okay. Thank you, Hiyuu-san.

Hiyuu: No problem. And also..

Hiyuu: .. Sorry about what happened to Eiji-san.

Miki: .. I-I just want to believe that he will be okay.

(sounds of Miki's footsteps becoming faster)

(the door opens)

Riku: Ah, here you are, Miki!

Miki: ...

Riku: And where's Eiji-san? Did something happen or-

Miki: *sits down* I'm pretty sure everyone heard everything.

Riku: .. Haha, you're right.

Riku: .. I hope it's not that serious.

Miki: It's a broken arm, which is probably not that serious, it really could be worse, but..

Miki: Considering these conditions and everything..

Riku: .. Right. Right. I'm sorry.

Riku: S-so.. It's my turn to be interrogated, right?

Miki: *nods*

Miki: How are you feeling, Riku-san?

Riku: I'm fine, I'm fine! A little bit nervous, but that's to be expected.

Riku: Also, just wanted to thank you again for forgiving me. Really, I'm so grateful..

Riku: I was.. I was so scared, you know.

Riku: Like.. Of course, I didn't want this to be real. I wanted this to turn out to be some kind of game. I hoped that I won't get punished for real, that nobody will get punished for real.

Riku: .. But all of this is real.

Riku: And I'm here and I was forgiven! I did have to.. uh, pay a price, but it's fine.

Miki: .. A price?

Miki: You mean tricking me and making me give you a knife, so that you can hurt yourself later and make me feel so bad that I simply wouldn't be able to do anything other than vote you innocent?

Riku: H-hey, you're kinda making it sounds like I'm the bad guy here-

Miki: You're not a "bad guy". But you did lie to me.

Riku: I did. And I'm sorry.

Riku: .. But you will still forgive me, right?

Miki: .. What if my forgiveness has its limits?

Riku: What was that?

Miki: N-nothing.

Miki: *clears throat* Riku-san, before we talk about your crime, I want to talk about the way you've been acting lately.

Riku: What do you mean by that? I've been doing fine-

Miki: Trying to hurt yourself with a fork while everyone is having breakfast is not fine, Riku-san.

Riku: .. Ehehe..

Miki: I just want to help you. You can be honest with me.

Riku: .. I can't be honest with anyone, Miki.

Miki: Why?

Riku: .. Okay. If you're more honest than me, then please be honest with me right now.

Riku: *takes a breath*

Riku: "I simply wouldn't be able to do anything other than vote you innocent".. Does that mean you forgave me only because of what I did to myself?

Miki: ...

Miki: I-I could feel your pain when I watched your video. I really did feel sorry for you.

Miki: But I don't want to lie and say that what you did wasn't a big part of the reason why I made that decision.

Riku: Haha.. See?

Riku: People like me only when they see me in pain.

Miki: What does that mean, Riku-san?

Riku: *sighs*

Riku: "Riku-kun, can you please go and talk to Yue-kun? He looks so sad.."

Riku: "Sorry, Riku, but your brother is not feeling good today. You can still go to that concert alone though."

Riku: "Hey, Riku, is it just me, or your sadder songs are better than the happier ones? Like, you'll be able to help more people with them."

Riku: I was always surrounded by those who were in pain.

Riku: And I always had to do everything for them. I had to give up so many things for them.

Riku: Of course, I would go and try to comfort my "friend" even if I didn't want anything to do with him. Of course, I would stay home and not go to any concerts, because if I did go, it would look like I don't care about my brother at all. Of course, I would write more sad songs and make myself sad in the process because people like them more.

Riku: I was sick of it. I was so tired of it, I started to hate literally everyone around me. It was so bad that when I saw someone trip and their friend helping them get up, I would get so angry, I would have to leave so that I wouldn't try to beat up those people just for not giving their attention to me.

Riku: And then, one day..

Riku: People finally saw me in pain.

Riku: I finally opened up. I finally told them how I really feel.

Riku: And considering my popularity, they went insane. They were ready to do anything to make me happy.

Riku: I know how to use my pain to make people feel sorry for me. And it looks like it had worked with you and even Eiji-san.

Riku: So please, don't be mad at me for still doing that.

Riku: I know how to put on a show. And if you two need to see me in pain just so that you can forgive me later, I will make it as bloody as you want.

Riku: .. Miki?

Miki: ...

Miki: *starts crying* I'm sorry, Riku-san. I'm so sorry.

Riku: .. Heh.

Riku: Works like a charm.

Miki: .. Just another reminder that my forgiveness has limits.

Miki: Also..

Miki: "Yue-kun".. Is that your childhood friend?

Riku: Ah, right, I haven't told you his name. Yeah, that's him.

Riku: I was friends with Shiozaki Yue since I was like.. seven years old? Maybe younger.

Miki: .. And he's your victim, isn't he?

Riku: .. Yeah.

Riku: Hey, what did my video tell you exactly? Like, did it show you all the details? Oh, also, did you like my song?

Miki: Your video felt like.. At first, I could see how popular and how loved you are.

Miki: But then, I saw you texting your friends and after you saw their messages, you started crying.

Miki: I didn't get the ending of it though. It felt like..

Miki: You were on the school rooftop with your friends and then you pushed someone off the roof while telling them to jump.

Riku: !

Riku: Ahaha..

Riku: Wow, that sounds scary.

Riku: Again, was the song good though-

Miki: Now, back to your.. um, behavior.

Miki: .. Why did you tell Miyagawa-san to "go and die"?

Riku: ...

Riku: *laughs* Come on, Miki, did you really have to bring that up?

Riku: I almost forgot about it and you really had to ruin it for me, haha..

Miki: How can you forget about it when you have to look at Miyagawa-san's injury every day?

Riku: I just try to ignore him. That's all.

Riku: If he tries to talk to me even after all of that..

Riku: .. That's his fault. Not mine.

Miki: You knew that he likes you a lot. Why did you..

Miki: Why did you have to be so cruel to him?!

Riku: Because I hate him, Miki.

Riku: This guy likes me only because I remind him of someone. I know that for sure.

Riku: He doesn't like the real me. He would never accept the real me.

Riku: Listen, that's just what us, popular guys, do. We smile, we say hi, we say how good everyone looks today, we say that we'd be glad to hang out with someone, even if we actually wish that person was dead.

Riku: 'Cause that's how reputation works! Say one wrong word and that's it, you're out.

Riku: .. And I can't have that. My family only sees me as someone who has to take care of my siblings, even though I'm not even the oldest. My "best friend" only sees me as a guy he can vent to and project his pain onto.

Riku: My school was the only place where I was loved and accepted by everyone.

Miki: But.. what's the difference between pretending for your family and Shiozaki-san and pretending for your classmates?

Riku: It's simple: my classmates were obsessed with me.

Riku: They wanted to be like me. They wanted to be with me. They wanted to be noticed by me.

Riku: And I continued to play along just because it's nice to feel like somebody's idol.

Miki: .. Is that also the reason why it was so hard for you to stop being friends with Shiozaki-san? He liked you a lot, didn't he?

Riku: .. Well, I can't deny that it is a part of the reason why I couldn't just say "Hey, I think we should go our separate ways".

Miki: And is this also why you couldn't just be honest with Miyagawa-san when you first met him? Because it was nice to feel like you're important to him?

Riku: Yeah, so what? Are you really gonna judge me for just wanting to be liked?

Miki: I'm not gonna judge you for wanting to be liked, but I will judge you for manipulating other people's feelings.

Miki: A-anyway, we don't have much time left.

Miki: So, about your crime..

Miki: What exactly did you do?

Miki: I just don't understand. I know why you did it, but I don't understand how it happened.

Riku: What exactly you don't understand then?

Miki: Uh..

Miki: ... Okay, here it goes.

Miki: Did your friend kill himself because of you or did you kill him yourself?

Riku: ...

Riku: Um..

Riku: It's.. actually very hard to explain.

Riku: But before I do that..

Riku: *stands up*

Riku: Promise me that you will forgive me.

Miki: ...

Riku: I will do anything to make you forgive me. Do you want to see me on my knees? Do you want to see all my scars? Do you want me to just stab myself right in front of you?

Riku: One word and I'll do it. I'm okay with dying, honestly.

Miki: .. But if you die, what's the point of me forgiving you then?

Riku: .. I-I don't know.

Riku: Hearing "I forgive you" sounds nice, haha.

Riku: So, do you promise-

Miki: .. You're so stupid, Riku.

Riku: Huh?

(sounds of Miki standing up and pushing Riku against the wall)

Riku: !

Riku: T-that was unexpected..

Riku: .. Are you crying?

Miki: YES, I AM CRYING BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!

Miki: YOU'RE WILLING TO THROW AWAY YOUR LIFE LIKE THAT JUST BECAUSE "HEARING SOMEBODY FORGIVE YOU SOUNDS NICE"?! ARE YOU THAT DUMB?!

Miki: WHAT'S THE POINT OF ME FORGIVING YOU IF I WON'T BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU?

Miki: .. Actually, maybe forgiveness isn't always the right way to save someone..

Riku: Haha, so punishing someone is a better way of saving them? Sounds kinda messed up..

Miki: ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOUR WAY OF THINKING ISN'T MESSED UP?!

Riku: .. So, you're not gonna forgive me this time?

(the bell rings, machinery sounds)

Miki: .. It depends on what your video is going to show me.

Riku: .. Haha, okay, challenge accepted.

Riku: I am going to put on the best performance you've ever seen and make you love me so much that you won't be able to vote me guilty.

Miki: And if I still do vote you guilty?

Riku: Come on, you're Andou Miki, the whole prison knows you as someone who always forgives everyone no matter what.

Miki: .. Well, if Eiji-san won't be able to punish anyone this time..

Miki: I'll simply have to do his job.

Riku: .. God, both of you are insane.

Riku: Okay, fine. Don't worry, I'll just punish myself before you even announce my verdict.

Miki: .. How are you gonna do it? I didn't give you any weapons this time.

Riku: Are you sure? In my hands pretty much anything can become a weapon.

Miki: .. You won't do anything serious to yourself this time, right?

Riku: Haha, trust me, I'm strong enough to do it. And brave enough too.

Miki: .. I want to hug you and choke you at the same time.

Miki: PRISONER 009, RIKU, SING YOUR SINS AND MAKE SURE IT'S THE BEST SONG I'VE EVER HEARD!

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[ MV Description ]

The video starts with Riku sitting in what appears to be a limousine. He looks really nervous and he keeps pulling his sleeves down and taking deep breaths.

"Breathe in, breathe out.

You've done this before, you can do it again

Breathe in, breathe out

And even if something goes wrong, just do it, embrace the pain"

However, as soon as he steps out of a limousine, he looks fine and he gives everyone a bright smile. He gets greeted by a huge number of fans who all look excited to see him and some of them even push each other to try and get closer to him.

"I know you all love me and your feelings are mutual

I love you all back, trust me, it's true"

He simply keeps walking as he smiles at everyone and waves at them. When you look closer, you can see that all of his fans are actually wearing collars. It's like.. they're his pets or something.

"How can I not love you? You listen to my every word, my every command

No matter what I do, you will protect me

Look at me, I'm like a trendsetter, no matter what I do, people will follow my lead"

He suddenly stops walking as he sees a familiar face in that crowd. It's the white-haired boy again and now we can actually see his face and what he looks like. He looks even happier than all of Riku's fans, but Riku is not happy to see him at all. He tries to ignore him.

"I love all of you, yes, every single one of you, but not you though

Hey, it's okay for celebrities like me to be a little hypocritical!"

Now, we can see Riku on the stage, preparing for his concert with his bandmates. Everything goes fine if we ignore his fans looking more and more insane as the show goes on and it looks like he is actually having fun. The chorus plays.

"Now, listen, I don't like to do this

I'm not the type to abuse my power

But looks like it's time for you to get what you deserve

So get him, everyone, I'll pat you on the head later"

When the concert ends, we can see him giving autographs to his fans, talking to them and taking photos with them. But then, suddenly, the white-haired boy walks up to him and we can see that he's not wearing a collar.

"See? You don't belong here

You're not as perfect as them, so why don't you leave?

Maybe act a little bit more obedient next time?

Come on, just do it, just follow my lead"

Riku tries to pretend that everything is fine and it looks like he's asking what the boy needs, but then Yue hugs him tightly, making both of them fall in the process. The song stops playing for a moment.

Riku is shocked and he tries to get up, but the boy doesn't let him. Eventually, Riku gets sick of it and yells at the boy, slaps him and pushes him away. Riku breathes heavily and starts getting more and more anxious as he sees that everyone is staring at him and the boy.

"Breathe in, breathe out

You've done this before, you can do it again

Breathe in, breathe out

And even if something goes wrong, just do it, embrace the pain"

The setting changes and now it looks like we're at Riku's house, though it looks more cool and fancy this time, he is a famous singer in his video after all. We can see Riku walking into his bedroom and he looks more pale and tired than usual and his hair is more messy. As he tries to wipe the blood under his nose with his hand, he sees his phone screen light up and checks it. He sees that everyone is talking about what happened after the concert between him and Yue and he almost drops his phone because of that.

However, he's still curious and he starts reading what the fans are saying about it and..

All of them are trying their best to defend him.

They keep saying that it's the boy's fault and Riku was in the right. They say how they will support Riku no matter what and they still love him some people are even saying that they would love to take the boy's place for no particular reason at all.

"Why are you all still fighting for me?

Why are you still trying to protect me?

Why do you still love me?"

At first Riku can't believe that this is happening, but when he understands that all of this is real.. He starts laughing. He actually looks like he has lost his mind, he can't believe that his fans are still with him even after that.

"Look at me, I'm like a trendsetter, no matter what I do, people will follow my lead

If I say something, you will say it louder

If I hurt someone, you will make it more painful

If I kill someone, you will dance on their grave"

However, he stops laughing as he sees one person make a post saying "Shouldn't he apologize for doing that though?". He starts reading the comments under that post and sees his fans defending him and saying that there's no point in him apologizing. Riku looks relieved and he simply puts his phone back on the table.

Several days pass and it's time for another concert. Riku is seen greeting the fans again and this time he looks genuinely happy, but no, Yue is here again. Riku looks terrified and he can't move because of how scared he is.

"What is wrong with you? Do you hate me this much?

You don't love me, I know that for sure

Your eyes are different from theirs, the way you move is different

It's like you're free, it's like I can't control you"

The boy just keeps walking up closer and closer to him and Riku sees how all of his fans are this close to killing the boy on spot for his sake.

Riku gets an idea and as Yue is about to hug him again, he suddenly snaps his fingers and his fans' collars light up. The chorus starts playing again and this time it's louder. Suddenly, all of his fans turn into dogs and attack Yue as Riku keeps casually walking away.

"But looks like it's time for you to get what you deserve

So get him, everyone, I'll pat you on the head later"

As the white-haired boy is getting mauled (thankfully, it's not that visible), Riku simply gets up on the stage and starts singing, but without his bandmates. His fans turn back into humans again, but even though they look like humans, it's hard to say that they're not just animals that exist only to follow Riku's orders.

"Look at me, look at me, ignore everyone else's pain

I'm the only one you feel sorry for, I'm the only one you should pity

Don't look at anyone else, I'm the only one you need

I'll make you feel better as you make me feel worse"

They can't take their eyes off him and because of how huge the crowd is, it's hard to see the bloody mess behind them. And as if everything couldn't get worse, as Riku keeps singing, the blood on his body and clothes is becoming more and more noticeable.

"Look at me, keep your eyes on me

Everything else is a lie, I'm the only part of your world that matters

Do you feel sorry for me yet? Do you want to forgive me?

Am I doing a good job? Does my life even matter?"

It looks like he just got some blood on himself from.. well, that boy, but as the MV continues, it's becoming more and more obvious that it's actually Riku's blood and he keeps bleeding out as he sings and dances.

"SO JUST PRAISE ME BEFORE I FORGET HOW TO-"

Before he can finish singing, we get a close-up of him putting his hand on his throat and he realizes that he has lost his voice. The MV abruptly ends.

#yay third guard is finally here!.. well almost #again. no idea what verdict he will get #i think this vd does imply what kind of verdict he'd canonically get in this situation #but again it's up to y'all!#his mv was actually very fun to write even though it was a little difficult #and it had a lot of different versions and i went with the wildest one jdkflsld #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #(yes i'm also not used to tagging only miki. her and eiji are a set do not separate)

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