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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 12)

WARNING: it’s SFW in my opinion (tbh I’m not sure where to draw the line), but things get a bit heated so just a heads up :)

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“I want to see Lord Tywin,” I demanded, standing outside the doors to his chambers. His two guards were reluctant because it was quite late, and Tywin might be sleeping.

“My lady, I don’t want to disturb the Lord Hand,” one of them spoke nervously.

“Nonsense. If he’s bothered, I’ll say I insisted. The blame will be completely on me. And, if you’re honest with yourself, he’d be more mad if you denied me,” I argued, watching them swallow. They opened the door for me, and I smiled.

“Thank you, gentlemen.”

I was let in, and I promptly made my way to Tywin’s actual bedroom. Carefully opening the door, I found him asleep in his bed which was gracefully positioned in the middle of the room. He looked so… peaceful.

I closed the door behind me, and the noise seemed to wake him. I felt bad, but I did need to speak with him urgently. I watched his eyes flutter open a few times before he realized I was there, making him sit up.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, my dear? It’s quite late,” he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning slightly. He lifted his blankets from his legs, turning and sitting on the edge of the mattress to face me. He was wearing a long, black nightgown, which revealed his legs and quite a bit of his chest.

I’d never seen him so undressed before, and so my face naturally became hot. Though, in all fairness, I was also wearing my own nightgown, which was truthfully quite revealing. Tywin had also been eyeing me, it seemed, because his lips were parted and I could see his face go red even in the candlelight.

“It’s about Tyrion. I couldn’t sleep, I kept replaying the scene in my head. At the wedding, I mean. Joffrey looked so… well, I’ve never seen the strangler in action before. It was more horrendous than the books I’ve read described it,” I said, making my way over to him and taking his hands in mine. I was standing between his legs, and he sat up straighter as I got close.

“Would you like to sleep here?” He offered gently, giving my hands a small squeeze.

“Would it bother you?”

“No, of course not. But what is it about Tyrion?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear.

“Something felt… wrong to me. Tyrion isn’t stupid, Tywin, and you know that. Why- why would he have poisoned Joffrey in front of so many people especially when he looked like the obvious culprit? He wouldn’t, is my point,” I began, watching Tywin’s eyes periodically cast down at my breasts. Good.

“If Tyrion didn’t do it, then who did?” He asked somewhat rhetorically, as if there was no other plausible scenario.

“Well that’s what I began to think about. If Joffrey was poisoned with the strangler of all things, then clearly the person would know quite a bit about poisons. Now, I know quite a bit about poisons, but quite obviously I am not responsible. So who else?” I said, watching him think about it.

“Who else, Tywin? Who has any reason to want Joffrey gone and knows a lot about poison? Who had the perfect opportunity to do it at the wedding?”

I watched it click in his head.

“Prince Oberyn.”

I nodded slowly, and brought a hand to his face.

“Prince Oberyn. He has a famous hatred for the Lannisters, and was aware of the consequences Joffrey’s death would bring your family. When else would he have the opportunity to do it?” I said, sparking the idea for him. I suddenly felt like Cersei, trying to put the idea of an enemy into someone else’s head.

“Even if Prince Oberyn did poison Joffrey, we still don’t have explicit proof,” Tywin said, scratching his beard as he contemplated.

“I thought of that too. I remember clearly, and you can even ask my sister. Prince Oberyn went up to their table to present a gift, and while he was there he ‘smelled’ Joffrey’s wine. Perhaps while he was doing that he slipped the crystal in. I remember specifically too, it was his dessert glass. Tyrion did nothing but bring that cup over to him,” I said, recalling the scene I’d watched two days ago.

“Crystal?” He inquired.

“The strangler usually looks like a small crystal, it’s practically something one could wear on a necklace. In fact, many use it for that reason specifically,” I explained, watching him think. I knew he’d been there when the feast was being cleaned up, he’d told me he was going to stay in case any further proof was found. I also knew that Oberyn had purposefully left another crystal of the strangler on his seat at the feast, and it was likely someone had noticed and thought it to be a piece of missing jewelry.

“What is it?” I asked softly, watching his face contort with his thoughts.

“Nothing, let me think about it.”

I nodded, and he sighed.

“Prince Oberyn did not know Tyrion would be framed for it, though. Why would he take such a big risk with no other assurances?” Tywin countered my previous statement, letting one of his hands come to my waist and pull me a bit closer. It was an odd conversation to have while in such an intimate position. I was also surprised he hadn’t mentioned the crystal.

“Well that’s just it, Tywin. Everyone knows I’m an expert with poisons, perhaps he thought Cersei would blame me. Especially as everyone also knows she is not particularly fond of me,” I reasoned.

“I never would’ve let Cersei imprison you, and if she had I’d sneak you out of the city,” he mumbled, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on my neck. It made me shiver, and I reached for his shoulders.

“Even if I’d killed Joffrey?”

That made him retract a bit and raise an eyebrow.

“Would you have?”

“No. Margaery had him figured out, it seemed. Plus, if I was going to, I wouldn't have been so stupid as to poison him, and certainly not in front of everyone,” I said, laughing softly. Tywin smiled, and glanced at my lips. This was going perfectly.

“Well, even if you had, it’s not as if anyone is going to miss him very much, besides his mother anyways. Tommen is much more suitable for this kind of thing, though he will need guidance,” Tywin reasoned, not bothering to shy away from the truth.

“Have you spoken with him yet?”

“I spoke with him at the sept. He’s a quick learner, and eager too, it seems. We went over what makes a king good, and additionally that he’s going to need to marry to further the family line and such,” he said with a sigh.

“Oh? And how did that conversation go?” I asked with a sly grin.

“Well, I took it upon myself to inform him of how the whole thing works. I was surprised nobody had ever explained it to him, but nonetheless he seemed receptive,” he guessed with a shrug.

“And how does it work, my lord?”

I watched Tywin’s eyes spark, and I smiled to myself.

“I told him it starts like this,” he whispered, reaching for my face and kissing me. There was a hunger in his motions, and I couldn’t resist the urge to give into him. I kissed back, letting my hand drag down a bit to his chest. I felt the soft hairs there, and Tywin pulled me in a bit closer.

“Then what?” I gasped when he pulled away. He knew the game we were playing now and smiled.

“Rather bold for someone new to this sort of thing, aren’t you?” He teased, putting a hand under my chin.

“No, my lord, of course not. I am just naturally curious and wish to be educated and informed,” I played, watching him chuckle and then move to kiss my neck.

Tingles went up my spine, and I moved into him completely and gripped onto him. The sensation was overwhelming, especially as his stubble brushed against the rest of my skin.

He began to suck at the skin, and I gasped.

“Tywin… you’re going to leave a mark,” I mumbled.

He pulled back and raised an eyebrow.

“And that means I should stop?”

I bit my lip, and slowly shook my head. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me onto the bed, moving and laying back so I was straddling him. The position was so suggestive I thought I might explode, and he clearly seemed satisfied by the look on my face.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly, wanting to make sure I felt comfortable. When I nodded, he began to relax a bit.

Slowly, his hands came up my thighs, and he started to lift my gown further and further.

“Tywin…” I whispered nervously, not sure what he was intending to do.

“I’m not going to do anything, (Y/N). I just want to feel your skin,” he assured me, letting his hands come under the fabric and settle on my thighs. It was new to me, for in all my years I’d never allowed myself to get close enough to anyone.

Slowly, I leaned down and kissed him, placing my hands on his chest as I did. He sighed sweetly and brought one hand to cup my cheek. It was strange, because though we had not been ‘courting’ for long, it all felt so natural with Tywin. I did not feel anxious or rushed as I kissed him, in fact I felt perfectly fine.

If anything, I desired more.

It seemed Tywin did too, for he again moved to kiss my neck. It was a gripping feeling in a way I struggled to describe, but it was wonderful. Not to mention, I could feel him hardening beneath me.

“Tywin…” I gasped softly, feeling him lick up my neck. In all honesty, I was having a hard time processing that this was happening. When I kissed him again, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I couldn’t resist a moan. Gods, this was better than I’d ever imagined, and we weren’t even having sex.

“I hope you didn’t explain it this way to Tommen,” I teased when I pulled away, to which he chuckled softly.

“No, I certainly did not.”

I smiled and let myself slide off of him, laying beside him and snuggling into his side. We both seemed content to just hold each other for now.

“Is there enough evidence to warrant arresting Oberyn?” I asked after a moment, looking over at Tywin curiously.

“Given that he did touch Joffrey’s cup, yes, there is. I’ll have him arrested first thing tomorrow, he’ll receive a trial just like Tyrion,” Tywin noted, turning his head to meet my gaze.

“And… based on your description of the poison, I believe we found an extra crystal of it. One of the guards found something like your description on his chair. I assumed Ellaria Sand had lost a part of her jewelry, and I’ve been meaning to have it returned, but it slipped my mind. The crystals over there on top of the dresser,” he said, finally mentioning it. I was surprised he’d cared enough to keep it, but this worked out wonderfully.

“Why didn’t you just order the guard to take it back to her?” I asked, sitting up and getting out of the bed to go look at it.

“I was going to talk to Oberyn anyway. Tyrion met with him at Littlefinger’s brothel last week, I wanted to know what about. I figured I’d just give it to him then,” Tywin admitted, sitting up as well and watching me pick the crystal up. Sure enough, it was what Oberyn had planted.

“Well, it’s a good thing you decided to keep it. This is the strangler, it’s notable by the rough texture of it. Normal jewels don’t feel like this,” I said, bringing it over to him and letting him touch. He nodded and looked at me seriously.

“We’ll keep it as evidence,” he said quietly, motioning for me to put it back. I did so, and then joined him in bed again.

“Let us sleep, (Y/N), it’s late,” he whispered, watching me adjust the blankets. I felt his hand come to my waist and pull me down gently. I smiled and let myself lay back, snuggling closer to him as I laid my head on his chest.

I could hear the gentle pounding of his heart, and feel his chest rising and falling beneath me. One of his hands came to my back, and I felt a sweet kiss upon my forehead.

Though my eyes were closed, I smiled. Coming here to speak with him had been a plot, but this certainly was not one. And I was grateful, too, for amidst the politics and betrayal, it was nice to know that there was still me and there was still Tywin.

In his arms, I knew not of Joffrey’s death, only peace and only sleep. And of course, one that I could never forget; in his arms there was only love.

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When Tywin woke, you were still sound asleep in his arms. It had caught him off guard, if he was honest. It had been decades since someone had slept in his arms like this.

He had missed it.

Carefully, he slid out of bed before placing a pillow in your arms. Hopefully that would serve as a comfort in his absence. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head before making his way over to his closet. As he got dressed, he periodically looked over to observe you as you slept. He liked to watch you in such a state of peace, as he imagined sometimes the way your head worked was rather overwhelming for you.

Prince Oberyn was the first matter he had to attend to this morning, which did not give him great expectations for a good day.

Before that, however, he would make sure you were attended to. He left a note on the small table beside his bed, explaining that he was leaving to go deal with Oberyn, and that he would send for your chambermaid to bring a few dresses to his chambers so you could pick one for the day. He said to leave the others in his closet in case you should decide to join him again.

When that was done, he quietly left the room and addressed the guards outside his door.

“Both of you, hold out your hands,” he demanded, looking between them. They did so, and watched as Tywin gave both of them a small bag of gold.

“This is for your discretion about Lady (Y/N) staying the night. If anyone should find out, I’ll know it was one of you who decided to tell them. Do you want to know what happens if I discover you’ve broken my trust?” Tywin explained, watching both of them look down.

“You probably don’t want to know, but I’ll tell you anyway. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll take both of your heads and be done with it. If I’m not, you’d better pray the gods let you die quickly. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my lord,” both replied quickly, clearly intimated and also rather nervous.

“Good, now one of you go and find Lady (Y/N)’s chambermaid. Deliver this note to her and tell her to read it immediately,” Tywin commanded, holding out a small letter. The guard closest to Tywin nodded and took it, instantly setting off to go find Cerella.

From there, Tywin set off to Littlefinger’s brothel. It was always somewhat disgusting to him when the easiest place to find a person was at that brothel, but at least knowing Oberyn Martell would be there meant he would not have to do any ‘tracking down.’

When he entered the brothel, locating Oberyn was rather easy, as he’d obtained the biggest room in the establishment.

Upon entering, there were men and women all over the bed, all of which looked up when Tywin and his guards entered.

“Prince Oberyn,” he greeted, watching him smile from the middle of all the bodies.

“Lord Tywin.”

“May we have the room, please?”

Everyone but Oberyn left, and so did Tywin’s guards. He watched Oberyn sit up, and paid little attention to the women walking by him. Even with your nightgown on, you’d pleased him far more last night.

“Would you like to sit?” Oberyn offered.

“No, thank you.”

He rose from the bed, and went to fill his cup.

“Some wine?”

“No, thank you,” Tywin said again, more lightly this time. He did not want to make this harder than it had to be.

“I’m sorry about your grandson,” Oberyn said casually. He knew why Tywin was here, but for now he’d play the game.

“Are you?”

“I do not believe a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather, for that matter. A terrible way to die,” he continued.

“And which way is that?”

Oberyn merely smiled.

“The king was clearly poisoned.”

“Which you would know, as I’m told you studied poisons at the citadel,” Tywin said rather sharply.

“Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?” Oberyn asked, sitting back down on the bed and grinning.

“It is rather suspicious, Prince Oberyn, that days after you—an expert in poisons—arrive in the capital, my grandson dies of poisoning,” he pointed out, hands clasping behind his back.

“So why haven’t you thrown me in a cell yet?”

“What do you think I’m here to do?”

The doors opened again, and the guards reentered. They did not draw their swords, merely stood there.

“I thought you blamed your son, Lord Tywin. Why bother to blame another when a guilty man is already in a cell?” He asked curiously, not at all worried.

“I wouldn’t have if something wasn’t pointed out to me. Lady (Y/N) spoke to me late last night, she-“

“Late last night?” Oberyn smiled as he watched a small anger spark in Tywin’s eyes. He couldn’t help but tease a bit.

“She mentioned to me that you approached my grandson and her sister. You presented them with a gift, and then grabbed the cup Joffrey had for dessert. You apparently smelled the wine, and then placed it back on the table. That wine was what killed the king,” he explained, watching Oberyn look between all the guards. Would he try to fight his way out?

“Not to mention,” Tywin continued, reaching into his pocket and removing the small crystal, “this was found on your chair, and is confirmed to be the same type of poison that killed the king.”

Oberyn observed the crystal, glad that it had paid off. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated this any better, and if it wouldn’t have looked suspicious he might’ve laughed. It seemed all of King's Landing was truly just playing your game.

“I will not resist, Lord Tywin, but I will say I’m rather surprised you figured it out so quickly,” Oberyn grinned.

“I didn’t, Lady (Y/N) did.”

“She’s quite intelligent, isn’t she?” Oberyn inquired, adjusting the cloth over his shoulders before crossing his arms.

“Yes, she is,” Tywin affirmed warily. He could tell this was going somewhere.

“Many say you admire her, Lord Tywin. Others go so far as to say you love her. To watch the two of you dance was quite beautiful, I must admit. And, it is the only thing people are talking about besides the king's death,” Oberyn noted with a sip of his wine.

“I respect Lady (Y/N). What is your point, Prince Oberyn?”

Placing his cup down and taking a few steps forward, Oberyn inhaled. The guards also took a step forward, but Tywin motioned for them to stop.

“My point is that she is correct. I did kill your grandson, and it was quite satisfying to take part of your legacy away from you. But… perhaps it is someone else’s death that might have caused you the same suffering I experienced after Elia died,” Oberyn whispered, watching the fire spark in Tywin’s eyes.

Ah, yes, there it was. He was mad now.

“Seize him.”

Two guards reached for Oberyn’s arms, and he did not resist them.

“Lord Tywin, I ought to tell you, I will not be needing a judged trial.”

“You will receive one, Prince Oberyn. If you wish to plead guilty and beg mercy in hopes of being sent to the wall, you must do it at your trial,” Tywin explained, keeping his clenched fist behind his back. He was still furious about what Oberyn had insinuated.

“I said a judged trial, Lord Tywin. I am requesting a trial by combat.”

“Which you must do before the masses at an actual trial,” Tywin continued, motioning for the guards to take him. They did, all leaving until Tywin was the only one left in the room. He looked over his shoulder slightly and took a deep breath to try and soothe his anger.

He would never let you be harmed, no matter what it took. You were the most precious thing to him now, though he hated to admit it. He was putting a woman before his family, gods what had you done to him? But still, he would watch all seven kingdoms burn if it meant keeping you safe. If Dorne came first, so be it.

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I had already returned to my room by the time Tywin had returned to the Red Keep. In fact, I was talking to Cerella—who had just revealed quite the thing—before Tywin knocked on the door.

“The Lord Hand is requesting me to be his new chambermaid. I got this letter this morning,” she said, handing me a small sheet of paper.

I examined it, and it was certainly Tywin’s handwriting.

“Do you have any idea why?” She asked nervously. I knew exactly why, of course. Tywin wanted to make the amount of people who knew we were romantically engaged smaller. Plus, I had mentioned to him before that I rather trusted Cerella.

“Cerella, the reason is that you’re going to need to keep a secret. Can you do that? Tywin’s quite serious about it,” I explained, hoping that she’d feel alright with it. She nodded.

“Of course, my lady. What is it?”

“Lord Tywin and I… well, we’re… how shall I put this? We’re… courting… secretly, if that makes any sense,” I said softly, watching her face carefully. Her mouth fell open slightly.

“Truly?”

“Yes, truly.”

She began to smile.

“The two of you would make the most powerful match Westeros has seen in centuries, my lady! The great lion and the nightshade!” She said excitedly, laughing as I began to blush.

“But you can’t tell anyone! Tywin and I agreed to keep it a secret, outside of completely necessary and secure situations. You mustn’t tell anyone, Cerella. I believe he’s requesting you now because I slept in his bed last night and needs a chambermaid we can both trust should I be seen,” I explained, watching her eyebrows raised. I then realized what it sounded like.

“Slept in his bed?”

“No! Not like that, I quite literally just slept in his bed. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking so much, so I went to go talk with him and just… well, I just ended up sleeping there,” I said, to which she laughed softly and nodded.

“I see.”

There was a knock on the door and an announcement. To my surprise, Tywin came to see me today. Usually I had to go visit him in the tower of the hand because he never had time to leave the damned place.

“Enter!” I shouted, looking at Cerella with a small grin.

Tywin came into the room and was surprised to find us there talking.

“Lady (Y/N),” he greeted formally, not wanting her to be suspicious.

“It’s alright, Tywin. I told Cerella already, as she was probably going to find me in your bed at one point or another,” I said with a soft smile.

“This is your chambermaid?” He asked, to which I nodded. He looked at her awkwardly and gave a small nod.

“Miss. Could we have the room?” He asked her. Cerella nodded and stood up quickly.

“Of course, Lord Hand.”

We both watched her leave the room, and Tywin sat where she had been.

“How did it go?” I asked, assuming he’d come to discuss Oberyn.

“He admitted to it, and did not fight the guards. Though, his admittance was more to taunt me than anything, I believe. He intends to request a trial by combat,” Tywin explained, shaking his head when I offered wine.

“Of course he does. Cersei’s going to pick the most natural choice, which is of course the mountain. He gets to fight the mountain without any legal consequences,” I said, sighing and leaning back in my chair.

“Legal consequences, yes. I don’t think he’ll be so happy when he’s dead,” Tywin grumbled, gazing out my window. I stood up and made my way around the table, standing behind him to massage his shoulders.

“What happens if he wins? Would war be waged on Dorne?” I asked curiously, although I already knew the answer was no.

“No. If Oberyn wins it proves him completely innocent, even if he’s not. Even if he were to confess in front of everyone that he was guilty—which he’d have to do in the actual trial by combat otherwise he could be held accountable—we still would not have reason to wage war against Dorne, as ‘in the eyes of the gods,’ nothing had been done wrong,” he explained, though I had already done quite a bit of research beforehand to make sure there was no risk.

“I see. To convince Oberyn to do that would be the smartest thing, wouldn’t it? If he confesses guilt during the trial by combat, it means there’s no risk for Tyrion,” I reasoned, having considered what might work best to make sure Tyrion survived the debacle.

“I can make Oberyn’s trial first, but Tyrion will still need a trial scheduled and I believe Cersei’s doing her utmost to prove him guilty. If Oberyn was to request a trial by combat it would happen the next day, but most likely after Tyrion’s,” he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

An idea sparked into my head as I considered what the implications of that might mean.

“Tyrion can’t attend his trial if he’s not present. Sneak him out of the city until Oberyn’s trial is done. I’ll speak with Oberyn and convince him to confess during his trial by combat, so that way when Tyrion returns he’ll spend a week or two in a cell for fleeing his trial, but not for his charges,” I thought out, letting a hand come to Tywin’s hair and gently pet it back.

“I’d rather you not speak with Prince Oberyn,” he said, making me raise an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“He threatened you this morning. He told me he should’ve poisoned you instead of Joffrey so that I might be as upset as he was after losing Elia,” Tywin noted, looking down. I softened and moved to be beside him, lifting his face to look at me.

“Tywin you mustn’t listen to him. He only wanted to make you angry,” I assured him.

“I won’t lose you, (Y/N),” he muttered, looking away despite facing me. I felt my heart break. I was certain this fear was stemming from his loss of Joanna.

Gently, I stepped between him and the table, and sat on his leg. I cupped his face with both of my hands.

“Look at me, Tywin. You’re not going to lose me, alright? I’m right here, I always will be,” I said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He wrapped one arm around my waist and let the other rest on my lap as he kissed back, and I could see tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N). I need to keep you safe,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I kissed him again and let myself relax.

“I will be safe. You trusted me to speak with Robb Stark, Tywin. Trust me again right now. If I can end wars, surely I can convince a man to not let one person die in vain. Oberyn is in a cell, he won’t hurt me,” I pleaded.

“Take some of my guards with you, please,” he allowed, though still hesitant.

“I’ll take Ser Elias.”

“Not him,” Tywin said sharply, making me raise my eyebrows in surprise. That was when it clicked. I recalled the day at the smith, when he’d made comments about Elias, not to mention getting bitter for seemingly no reason.

He was jealous.

“Are you jealous of him, Tywin?” I asked, laughing a bit in disbelief.

“No.”

“Yes you are! Ser Elias is happily married, Tywin. He’s like a brother to me,” I said with a smile, unable to find the upset look on Tywin’s face not utterly adorable.

“He’s still a man,” he grumbled in response.

“Well guess what? I don't do this to See Elias, nor would I ever,” I whispered, kissing him rather passionately. He gave a soft groan in response.

“I want you, Tywin. I’m yours. Don’t let yourself get caught up with every man who stares at me, otherwise you’ll always be upset,” I said, teasing slightly at the end.

“I hate that they don’t know you’re mine. When they see you, I want them to know I’m the only man lucky enough to have you,” he scowled, pulling me in closer to him.

“Rather possessive, aren’t we?” I teased with a smile.

“Yes, I am. You are mine.”

Tywin brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed it down, kissing me fervently. I responded accordingly, gripping onto his coat and kissing back just as intensely.

When he pushed his tongue into my mouth, I moaned just as I had the night before. It seemed he was becoming rather fond of doing it, and I couldn’t deny that I was too.

It was odd to me, that in the midst of all that was happening, I only cared about Tywin. A king dead, two men in the cells to be tried for it, and all I cared about was Tywin Lannister.

But, how could I not? After all, it was becoming more and more apparent to me that just as I was his, he was also mine. Perhaps in time we’d say those words again with his cloak on my back, just as I’d prayed we would.

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thorn-walker · 1 year

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Okay I thought back on What Lies Within now that I've had a few days to take a step back. I'm sorry it'll be long and ranty this is my favourite game ever EVER and I have strong feelings about it.

Overall, I am still happy I get to play the story with my Commander. Just logging in the game with my miniature twig stick and his big hammer and colorful birb makes me happy. How-EVER I think I am getting... Let's say worried for what's to come with GW2.

Tbh I only have two issues with this episode but they are quite substancial (for me at least). One: these updates are way, way, WAY too short. I know they said "smaller updates more regularly than before" but I don't think one hour max of story instances is worth almost three months of wait. Exploring the map is always funny, but it doesn't have the same emotionnal impact as the narration. I play GW2 to simp on my salad Commander and to immerse myself in the story and the characters.

Two: they sold us a Commander-centric deep-dive psychology arc!! I was so excited!! We've been fighting and carrying the whole Tyria on our shoulders for ten years!! My commander is a skinny-ass twig with minimum height for male sylvaris!! He needs THERAPY!! And I don't think the episode served what it promised on this specific aspect.

During our world-tour of Trauma Facing, I felt the choices were lackluster. I'm sorry to say but I don't give two shits about Mai Trin (Edit: the minus ten connection I have with Mai Trin is largely due to the fact that she came back from Living World S1 in a time which we couldn't replay said LW1. Us folks who came to the game after LW1 still got a bit of time to know the characters that were introduced then BRAHAM MY BOY koff koff, but there was next to nothing on the Aetherblades between LW1 and Eod. How am I supposed to develop a connection to a random NPC that apparently was evil but now is not and I have no clue why?). ALSO where was our trip to Trahearne's grave?? Why does Anet insist on forgetting about him at every turn??? (Yay, his ghost showed up for three seconds at the end. It makes up for all the times he and his work should have been mentioned, right?). Also, why Cinder specifically? What was sooooo important about Cinder that it took a spot for another NPC? A point could be made that I personnally did not develop strong feelings for characters that were introduced recently, but anyway.

And THEN, we spend the last boss fight helping OTHERS with their trauma. I also liked it, tho. GIVE ME MORE RAMA AND YAO LORE. I FEED ON RAMA AND YAO ANYTHING. I WANT MORE RAMA AND YAO. Howeveeeeeer, nothing on the Commander. I get that the devs have to leave it open-ended so that every player can put their own HC in there, but they also have not been afraid to give the Commanders quite the sassy personnality and defining traits, so like. The Commander needs to ACTUALLY face their issues, not just read about Blish's academy papers (no hard feelings tho. I miss him :'( )

On one hand I liked the last fight, even if it was messy. On the other, we ended up doing what we always do: helping others and forgetting our own issues.

Lil addendum: THE DATE WITH YAO WAS AWESOME THO. I LUV DEM

So, yeah, very mixed feelings about What Lies Within. I also had very mixed feelings with What Lies Below. I'm in a weird in-between of waiting for the next chapter but also being afraid of the quality.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #gw2 eod #end of dragons #what lies within spoilers #eod what lies within #gw2 rant

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obsessedwithkirby · 3 months

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Final thoughts on Ex Astris (There will be spoilers this time):

[Previous thoughts here]

-The music was very good all throughout and I am looking forward to finding a way to listen to it all on its own

-I barely used Deterrent because I liked the three party members I was using too much (not a criticism). I am glad he did not have to be in the party to contribute to conversation because I thought the added character interactions he contributed to were really interesting. I can properly use him and Manganese in the end game whenever I end up replaying the game

-I thought the story was made with a similar level of care to what I would expect from Arknights. Those small character interactions really made it for me I think. There were multiple times I wished there was some kind of log that recorded the dialogue so I could reread it though

-I think the game was thought-provoking in an interesting way and left an impact on me with its world and characters, not quite as much as Arknights has, but that is a terribly high bar

-The atmosphere at the end of the game was fucking fantastic (referring to Zin-Gerzen, Shadarra, and Laylah)

-I love Juan

-The shadarrish monitors were a really cool mid-boss to have in the final stretch of the game. The design of the enemy and the fight itself were both great. I really liked a lot of the elite humanoid enemies in the game actually (the bloodhelms and summoners were also really good)

-As much as I love the combat, I had an issue with it that unfortunately got pretty annoying during the final boss. It felt to me like switching between characters to parry/dodge the two kind of attacks was clunky. The slowdown the switch induces makes timing the defensive reaction a lot weirder for the fast attacks that a lot of tough bosses have, and there were a few times where the switch didn’t happen properly at all because it would get buffered rather than input immediately. This was especially annoying if the buffered switch put in the wrong character for the next attack

-The final boss was otherwise very good though. It was challenging to the point that I actually felt the need to exhaust my combat items, which I had rarely used prior to that point

-I expected that this probably wouldn’t be the case, but I did kind of hope for some kind of post-game. I had a lot of items and currency leftover and I never really needed to mess with half the cooking or crafting options. That’s good for giving options for subsequent playthroughs, but I would’ve liked to have just had a super hard post-game segment where you can unload everything. That said, the whole idea of a post-game does conflict heavily with the themes of the story, unless they did something really weird with it, so this probably works best

-I still think it’s a shame that so much of the stuff you get goes unused though, especially since I was starting to feel like there wasn’t always a point in looking for ‘chests’ or overkilling enemies since the rewards just kind of pile up in the inventory. I wonder if there could’ve been another system implemented to give some kind of benefit to all the excess

-In a similar vein to the post-game hopes, I would’ve also liked some kind of ‘extras’ thing to be unlocked at the end of the game. Like, a music player would be perfect, and I think it could be nice to have the journal fill out permanently to be accessed on the main menu. I also just like having the main menus in games reflect my completion tbh, but I acknowledge that that is a really silly and unimportant change to want

-I really liked the puzzles in the game. There were some obscure bits that were super cool, like the side objectives in the dungeons you can stumble into by doing a hidden layer of the required puzzles, or solving the trading post girl’s riddle

-It’s also worth mentioning that I thought the pacing in the game was great. That’s something that’s actually pretty important to nail in a long game game like this and I think it worked really well

-But geez yeah wowee that was a very very good game :3 !!!!!

#ex astris

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sasukelore · 4 years

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reaction hcs on any the bnha boys catching their shy s/o pillow humping ehehe-? 😳

summary: bnha boys catching his shy innocent s/o dry humping on his favorite pillow

characters: shinsou hitoshi, Dabi, bakugou Katsuki, izuku midoriya.

authors note: I like this request way too much, so I’m gonna write a part two! I was originally gonna add shouto but I wanted to put it out as soon as possible. thank you for requesting, my love.

warnings: nsfw, fingering, degradation, dom/sub behavior, deku being a little perv, (corruption??)

Oh he’d be pissed off. Who the fuck do you think you are getting yourself off without him? Is he not good enough for you? Well don’t worry, princess, you’re in for it now.

He’d watch as your legs were tiredly shaking, you were about to cum, but it had taken you so long to get to get to that point. He wanted to laugh at you, dumbass, doesn’t even know how to make herself cum.

You’ll be able to hear the sudden foot steps to the bed you were currently face down on, your eyes full of tears built from frustration as you pushed your hips back and forth onto bakugou’s pillow.

Tbh he’d be a bit flabbergasted... wtf are you doing, that’s not gonna make you cum? Stupid girl.

Bakugou aggressively grabbing your hips to turn you around on your back to confront his naughty little s/o, isn’t even giving you time to stop on your own.

Your pretty flushed cheeks has him practically snickering. Although, his amusement doesn’t last as he bristles, his thumbs pushing down into your hip.

He’d love watching you squirm, trying to get out from his grasp. You’re sputtering, trying to explain yourself.

Bakugou will definitely take on a more aggressive approach, because watching you mewl against the pillow gave him hard on, and he’s aching to just ruin you and put you in your place

He’s making you suck it. He’ll grab your hair all the while asking if you were thinking about him while moving your tired hips like that, of course you were.

You’ll try to respond, gagging on his length and saliva mixed with his cum drips from your lips onto the bedsheets.

“You like me stuffing my cock in your mouth, eh? Fuckin’ love it when you swallow my load, dirty girl.” Bakugou’s intense vermillion eyes stare down at you as he chants how lucky you are he’s here right now

As usual, he’s so cocky about you needing him to help you finish, nobody and nothing can make you feel as good as he does

He wouldn’t even give you a break, you wanted to cum so bad right? Now you’re on your fourth orgasm, feeling deliciously overstimulated

Definitely don’t let this man catch you doing anything on your own, he’s an absolute animal

Definitely the sadist out of the group. He loves embarrassing his sweet innocent s/o.

Look at you, so needy you’re crying out his name when he’s not even there? You’re adorable. But who told you that you could stop?

Dabi would make you grind on the pillow while he watches from the chair in the corner of the room, you put on such a good show for him!

Slowly palming himself to the shy whimpers you let out, his own drawled out groan bounces off the walls which if you listen closely, you’ll be able to make out his favorite pet name... doll

Dabi has so much self control, he’ll never snap at you when he gets sexually frustrated. Instead, he feeds off your humiliation and neediness and gets off on it

It’s only when he’ll see your painfully adorable fucked out expression, that he’ll take pity on you.

He loves grabbing your face with his big hands, and smushing it together, leaning down for a chaste kiss, and chuckling at your pleading moan to come back and kiss you like he means it.

He’d try to get what boldness you have out of you. Making you make as much noise as possible, I mean, you had no shame when he wasn’t here?

Oh he’d tease tease. He’d make fun of how bratty you are, and how hurt he is that you didn’t ask him to help you cum :(

Tbh I don’t even think he’d stick his cock in you, he’d wanna taste and have you quite literally, wrapped around his fingers

That goes hand in hand with him having maximum self control, he’s a lot about how you feel emotionally, and he can get off your cute little pouts almost entirely

10/10 if you’re a bad girl

Okay, just wanna say, if he finds you grinding on your pillow, I’m actually kinda scared for you. It can go so many ways.

He’ll either be pissed the FUCK off, and legitimately too, not like Bakugou who’s actually smug he caught you. No, Shinsou gets mad mad.

But he could also be the most understanding guy in the world! The best boyfriend ever 🥺 because now he’s praising you for doing such a good job with little pets on the top of your head. So soft.

Unless he’s mad like I said, in which he wastes no time stopping you and pulling you over his lap and making your jiggling cheeks pretty shades of red and purple, you won’t even be able to sit!

You know better don’t you? You’re suppose to wait til he’s come home so he can treat you good himself? Shinsou will get mean.

You wanna be fucked so bad yeah? Well too bad. You’re not. You’re gonna lay across his lap while you rub your thighs together, your eyes filling up with tears

You can feel his hard on against your leg... Not that you’ll have any time to think any further on it Shinsou pulling your legs only slightly apart, quickly inserts a digit into your wettening slit.

He’s the king of degradation, making sure to call his little kitten a few names that of course, have you squirming in his lap, brushing against his member

Shinsou will be someone who’ll just snap unexpectedly. Pulling you up, he’ll have you straddle him properly, and he might even seem gentle. But you know better when he tugs your hair and roughly suckles on your neck, leaving love bites in his wake

Tbh he’ll have the image of you trying to get yourself off replaying and replaying in his mind, and he’ll wanna somewhat recreate that image.

He’ll have you ride him until he’s satisfied and don’t be sloppy about it. He’ll lazily meet your thrusts, curses flying out his mouth in murmurs.

He’ll love making you feel like he doesn’t even care, that you were the one who wanted this, he loves fucking with your mind that much, not that you’d be complaining.

His aftercare? 10/10. Tbh he might get a little insecure afterwards.... Is he not making you feel good enough? Is that why you were on the pillo-

Anyways. Please just reassure him it’s eating him up rn 😩✋

He’s gonna have a heart attack. Not that he wouldn’t stop staring, because yes midoriya is a gentleman, but it’s not like he hasn’t already seen you pinned underneath him? So what’s the problem

He’d watch as your eyes would snap shut abruptly, as your pretty blue panties rubbed against where either one of your heads would rest.

Midoriya has a little bit of a perv side, an unexpected one too, he’s so noble and sweet. But how is he suppose to stop you? He’s just watching okayyyy

He won’t even be mad or annoyed, In fact he’s probably gonna take it better than everyone else. He’d think you’re so beautiful, and how much you’re making his heart speed up

He might even just unbutton his slightly baggy jeans, which feel absolutely suffocating now, and slip his large scarred hands under the now opened band.

Looking at your face, and pondering the fact you haven’t even spotted him from the doorway yet, and watch your movements.

He’d feel beads of his own slick on his hand as he strokes and strokes to your unusually loud sounds

Points if you see him and keep going. His little guilty blush is worth the embarrassment of your boyfriend walking in on your sinful moment.

He’d hesitantly ask if he can touch you, and how hard he is for you. His shaky hand rolling your clit with the tip of his fingers

His other hand might find a home placed on your chest, he’d squeeze rub, suck. Before you know it he’s on top of you whimpering just as you are.

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juniorgman187 · 4 years

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i ♡ u (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader and Spencer are trapped in the office during a storm.

Category: Smut, Fluff Content Warning: cussing, unprotected sex/creampie, thunderstorm Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I don’t really like this imagine tbh so don’t be afraid to share your opinions

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“It was a dark and stormy night just like this one . . .” Reid said with a spooky voice. Thunder clapped in the distance and lightning flashed, adding to the mood of the room. Reid waited for your reaction, but you didn’t have it in you. You pressed your fingers to your temples, hoping that moving them in a circular motion would somehow stimulate your brain and magically generate logical thoughts that weren’t clouded by your weariness.

“Sorry, Reid. I’m listening. Keep going.” You didn’t want to discourage him with your fatigue. You were the only one who would consistently give Reid the time of day, and you never faltered in that. At times, you were the only one who’d let him finish speaking.

“You usually love my campfire scary stories,” You knew without even looking at him that Reid was pouting out of disappointment. “I really think you should go home. I’ll call you if I find something or if I need you.”

“No, no you shouldn’t be working on this alone. I’ll be fine.” You slapped your cheeks gently to wake yourself up and forced yourself to refocus on the case.

Hotch and JJ had to fulfill parenting duties, Prentiss was away doing a custodial interview for a couple days, Rossi and Morgan both went home a few hours ago because they could barely keep their eyes open, and Garcia was most likely knocked out in her bat cave. The team had been working on this case for 24+ hours straight and it was draining, but you weren’t about to leave Reid alone to work on it by himself. It wasn’t a contest or a way to prove that you were somehow a better agent if you stayed up working with him, but you genuinely didn’t feel right delegating all of the responsibility onto him. It happened too often where Reid’s good heart and great work ethic was taken advantage of.

“Have you narrowed down the comfort zone?” You sipped at your lukewarm coffee, wincing at the unpleasant taste but grateful for any burst of energy you could get.

Reid nodded, drawing a large red circle. He was in the middle of explaining when his words started sounding like complete nonsense. “Interstate 55 miles true North latitude triangulate.”

You almost thought you were hallucinating or something to that effect, but Reid saw the genuine fear in your eyes and quit his prank. “No, you’re fine! You’re fine! I was just saying random words to play with you. I thought it’d scare you enough to realize you need to get some sleep.”

“Reid!” You chucked a pen at him that he successfully dodged. This only made him laugh harder. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.” You told him.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asked seriously.

It was a huge red flag that it took you somewhere around a minute to come up with the answer since it had been so long that you couldn’t remember. You waved your hand in the air to rid him of his concerned expression. He had no reason to worry. “Really, I’ll be fine. It’s less dangerous to be running on less than 8 hours of sleep than it is to leave one person to solve an entire case by himself. I’m not going home, Reid. I’m here to stay.”

He noticed your stubbornness and thought of a new approach to neutralize the situation. “What if you and I both call it a night right now and then wake up in a few hours?”

Now, this sounded like a plan you could get behind. Without any resistance, you set an alarm for 5 a.m and flopped onto the couch just beside the round table. Reid joined you, slipping into his rightful spot behind you. You’d had plenty of platonic sleepovers that constituted sharing the same couch/bed with him, so this was nothing new. With your back barely touching Reid’s chest, you shut your eyes. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for both of you to drift off.

BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!

A loud blaring noise filled the room. It made you and Spencer wake up at the same time.

“What is that?” His voice was all raspy from where he just woke up.

The sound was weirdly familiar, but you didn’t know where you recognized it from. That’s when you looked out the nearest window and saw that it was still dark outside.

“I don’t know, but it’s not our alarm.” You pointed out. That’s when Reid eyed the clock on the wall.

3 a.m.

You quickly felt around in the dark, reaching inside your purse for your phone. When you pulled it out, the ear-splitting noise got louder, making you realize it was your phone after all, but you were right. It wasn’t your alarm.

“It’s just a flash flood warning.” You relayed to Reid, squinting at the brightness of your phone. No wonder Reid didn’t know what the sound was - his ancient phone didn’t have the feature. You grumbled, falling back onto the couch.

“There’s no way I’m gonna fall back asleep after that.” He groaned.

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I’m wide awake now.” Stupid flash flood warning.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes while Reid stretched and got up from the couch. Checking the notifications he’d gotten on his phone, he said, “Garcia left while we were asleep.”

“And then there were two.”

Everyone was probably catching z’s while you two were catching the killer - or trying to at least.

So, if it was just going to be Reid’s brain and your brain functioning to work on the case, you needed some coffee.

“I’ll be back.” You walked down to the kitchen with your mug in hand and just as you were about to grab the coffee pot, a huge flash of lightning struck outside and suddenly the office went dark. The lights went out and the gentle hum of the generator shut off.

“Spencer!” You screamed out of fear. You heard the pitter-patter of his footsteps rushing to you. That’s when you saw Spencer using his archaic phone’s flashlight to find his way to you. He pulled you into a quick hug asking if you were okay, and you answered you were fine, just spooked. When you came down to pour coffee, you didn’t remember seeing anyone else, but now your stomach turned thinking about how someone might be in here with you - listening to you.

“Take out your gun,” He whispered. You did as he ordered you to, pulling your gun out of the holster. “Turn on the flashlight.” You clicked it on and handed it over to him, remembering that he didn’t have a flashlight on his gun because he had a revolver.

“Stay behind me.” He commanded. You moved back, basically hugging him from behind. You thought you were actually going to pass out from fear if you didn’t hold onto him for dear life. He did a quick pass with the flashlight, revealing no one else was in the bullpen unless they were hiding.

BANG! BANG!

You yelped in fear. “It’s just the thunder, Y/N,” He reasoned, reminding you of the ongoing storm. Oh right, there was a thunderstorm happening, too. Great. “Here take this and go back to the conference room.” He gave you his revolver and kept your gun, ushering you to walk back to the round table.

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Your small voice had never sounded so shaky.

“I’m gonna check the power box and see if I can fix it.”

Your first instinct was to shake your head disapprovingly, but then you remembered that he couldn’t see you in the dark. “No way! You’re not leaving me alone in a dark room. I’m coming with you.”

He didn’t argue against it probably because he was just as scared as you were. Reid did another quick survey of the room, using the beam of your flashlight to double check that there was no one else around.

As you clung to Reid, you made yourself sick just by thinking of all the horrifying possibilities that could happen. For all you knew, a whole group of unsubs was waiting for you at the power box, knowing you and Reid would check there as soon as the electricity went out. Would whatever happened to you two tonight become a campfire scary story that other FBI agents would talk about just like how you and Reid talk about them? The odds were not in your favor. No lights. Storm outside. 3 a.m. Just the two of you, and no offense to Reid, but if this were a horror movie, he was probably the last person you wanted to be with. Top of the list was easily Morgan, because at least if Morgan was scared shitless by the predicament, he wouldn’t show it.

While Reid led the two of you through the pitch black darkness, both of your hands were holding onto his upper arm. You’d taken cover behind him, poking your head past his shoulder just far enough to see what he was seeing but only so far that you could duck quickly if you needed to. Frankly, Spencer didn’t even seem to mind that you were clinging onto him for protection. It kind of made him feel good actually.

When you reached the power box, you released your grip on him, only realizing just how tight you’d been clutching him when you saw imprints left on his shirt from where you’d been holding on.

“Take this.” He handed you the flashlight while he used both of his hands to pry open the box.

You watched as his fingers grazed over the wires and fiddled with the buttons. Would it be weird to admit that his hands were kind of attractive? You’d never realized the largeness of them or how veiny they were, but there was something about them that made them so sexy to you.

He made a disapproving sound after further inspection.

“What’s wrong?” You weren’t actually wondering, but if you asked him, it would seem like you were actually paying attention to the situation at hand and not his hands.

“It looks like the power shut off from a larger source, meaning there could be a blackout citywide. That also means I can’t fix it.”

Hearing you’d be in the dark with no heat source was enough to snap you out of your trance.

“I have an idea.” You led Reid to Garcia’s bat cave, after a memory of Garcia showing you her collection of glow in the dark figurines replayed in your mind.

When you opened the cabinet, you smiled instantly at the sight of all the toys brightly lighting up the inside of the drawer. You knew that spending hours with Garcia listening about her toy collection would pay off eventually. Both of you carried all the toys you could and headed right back into the conference room. You placed them sporadically so that the entire room was dimly lit. Had these been candles instead of luminescent toys, it would’ve been ambient and romantic, but again - they weren’t candles.

Unintentionally, you shivered audibly when a loud wind crashed just outside. The generator went out along with the lights, so it was awfully cold in the room.

Reid was about to give you his sweater when you stopped him by walking right up to him and stealing his body heat in a hug. Rather than embracing him around his sweater, you snaked your arms under the cardigan to really feel his warmth. And as if Reid was trying to kill you with kindness, he pulled the sides of his sweater to stretch around your back and swaddled you into his sweater with him. You smiled against his chest. Not much could make this moment sweeter.

“Better now?” He asked, peering down at your face.

You silently nodded, closing your eyes as if removing your sense of sight would heighten your sense of touch. You wanted to feel his affection as deeply as you could.

“Tell me when you want me to let go.”

“Not yet.”

He laughed at your childish desire to be swaddled like this, but he was enjoying the warmth just as much as you were.

“We can’t do much work with the power out so let’s just try to get some more sleep.” He walked with you to the couch, keeping his promise of not letting go until you told him to.

With the storm outside and the flash flood warning, you two would just have to stay in the conference room until you had the all clear. You weren’t opposed to this entirely, though. There were much worse things you could do than listen to the rain in the arms of Spencer Reid.

“Okay, you can let go now but just for a second.” Your baby voice made him chuckle. He loved how you unabashed you were when asking for his attention. Reid laid down just as he did before, with his back on the backrest of the couch, and instead of having your back to him, you cuddled right up to him. While still wearing his sweater, he covered you in it again, drawing you even closer.

For some reason, even though you were beat and you knew you needed the sleep, you couldn’t seem to shut your mind off and rest. You were awake for what felt like hours. You would’ve tossed and turned all night, but instead, you kept very still so Reid wouldn’t wake up.

You’d be so focused on trying to fall asleep yourself that you didn’t even notice when Reid did. When you looked up, you saw his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes were shut and would occasionally flutter, and when you pressed your ear to his chest, he was breathing much slower than he was earlier.

“If you stay still for 15 minutes, you’ll fall asleep. Just lay in the same position and don’t move.” He mumbled. So he wasn’t asleep? And he knew you weren’t either?

“I have been staying still, but it’s not working.” You whined.

“Just try.” Reid murmured again.

You shut up and sighed, closing your eyes. This time, you made a conscious effort not to move a muscle. You even counted to 60 in your head 15 times, but after those 15 minutes, you were still awake. You weren’t even sure what was causing your insomnia. It was really peaceful to have the sound of the rain cascading down the window and the occasional boom of thunder outside. Being in Spencer’s arms was cozy, too, but there was still something keeping you up.

“Spencer? Are you awake?” You scooted up so you could see his face.

The only thing the moon was illuminating clearly was his lips. There was a distinct beam of silver light casting on his mouth, almost like it was lighting them up specifically. Like some sort of sign. A sudden urge possessed you, so without reason, you brought your hand up to his face and grazed your thumb over his bottom lip. Even with the gentle touch you were using, you were still able to feel how soft it was. You slowly dragged your thumb in a downwards motion, watching the elasticity of his lips cause it to bounce back up into its place. You nearly giggled at the sight. You moved your thumb to the corner of his mouth and followed it upwards to the natural curve of his upper lip. If you weren’t so observant before, you wouldn’t have noticed how Spencer very subtly parted his lips wider for you. Curiosity overcame you and you slowly inched closer to his mouth with your own.

“I think I want to kiss you . . . Can I kiss you?” You spoke in a soft voice, with each of your lips ghosting over his.

A moment of stillness. Maybe he was asleep. Then, a small, very small nod of Reid’s head. You smiled as he let you take control. With your hand already along his jaw, you lifted his face slightly so you could feel the full force of your kiss. You pulled him in closer to relish the soft feeling of his puckered lips. He released his grip on the sweater that was still swaddling you so he could press the small of your back, forcing your hips to drive into his. The need to be even closer was translating into the kiss. It grew hungrier - more passionate and needy. Spencer raised up from the couch, propping himself up on his forearm so he could hover over you. You followed his lead and shifted to be underneath him. With his body over you, he was able to push off his forearms and onto his hands. They were on either side of your head, forcing you to sit up with him so your lips wouldn’t leave his.

“Wait, wait,” He muttered, pulling away. You followed him with your mouth is desperation, until you couldn’t anymore, making you sit up entirely while Spencer backed away.

“What’s wrong?”

“If we don’t stop now, I don’t know if I can stop later . . . I won’t be able to control myself.”

It was in this moment you realize why you were often the only member on the team who’d actually listen to Reid. Nothing he could say would ever turn you off. Any word that escaped his lips was something you wanted to hear. His confession of being uncontrollable was no exception.

“Do you know what I want to do?” There was a newfound confidence in your tone that shocked the both of you.

“What do you want to do, Y/N?” Apparently, Spencer’s tone was just the opposite. He sounded like he was trembling with fear with anticipation.

“Guess.” You flirted.

Even in the dark, you could see Reid’s gears turning as he tried to find the right answer. He read your expression for a hint and made his guess by planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You’re cold.”

He quickly caught on. You were making a game out of this.

Hot and cold.

Reid made his next move with uncertainty. He slowly started moving forward to resume the position he had before he pulled away. As he came closer, you followed his lead and leisurely fell back. Every inch he would advance closer to you was an inch that you’d move back further until finally your back was pressed against the couch again and Spencer was hanging over you once more. With each of his hands beside your head, you smirked. “Getting warmer.”

This boosted his confidence. He was heading the right direction, and there was nothing Spencer loved more than to get things right.

The same moonlight that was streaming onto his lips earlier was dancing on his eyes. The hazel color glimmered in the silver light. You could see they were asking, ‘Can I?’ You answered his look with a silent nod.

Spencer reached behind him, following his hand with his eyes as he watched his fingers brush along your thigh. Looking back up at you for permission, which you granted, he peered back down, watching his fingers slip underneath the hem of your skirt. You lifted your hips up so he could raise the skirt all the way up. As if he was uncovering lost treasure, his eyes lit up when you were finally uncovered.

“Fuck me.” He cursed under his breath. This made you ooze with confidence.

You sat up to align your lips right beside his ear. With a breathy voice, you whispered,

“Hot.”

He’d finally figured out what you wanted.

The satisfaction he had in winning your little game gave him the confidence he needed to finally make a move.

Hurriedly, he dragged your panties off, leaving prominent scratches from his nails on your thighs. He threw them somewhere behind him, while you frantically unbuttoned his dress pants. You almost giggled with glee when you saw just how hard he was. You barely did anything to provoke him, but he clearly enjoyed what little you did do.

“I don’t have a -” You cut him off with a hasty kiss.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” You needn’t explain more. He got the message when you reached down and gave his shaft a few shallow strokes.

“Oh-” He was immediately caught off guard by your forwardness. “Wait, wait shouldn’t I . . . um, help you first-”

You smiled at his stutter. “Spencer, please. I need you now.”

There was that unabashed ask for Spencer’s attention that he loved so much. He made small movements until he was properly aligned with your entrance.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He breathlessly uttered, while gradually pushing in.

You thought you would’ve regretted not letting him finger you before in preparation but the bliss was far greater for some reason.

The sensation was definitely new to Spencer when his eyes widened. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.”

Meanwhile, your face contorted at the feeling of him stretching you out. It was actually more painful than pleasurable.

“Wait, Spencer - I need to change positions.” You panted.

He instantly retracted, looking incredibly sorry. “Here,” He helped you up to your feet while taking a seat on the couch. You didn’t need an IQ of 187 to figure out how to position yourself, so you straddled Spencer, hovering over his erection. Taking charge now that you knew you’d feel more comfortable like this, you reached below you to align his length. Instantly, euphoria washed over you when you lowered yourself all the way until you were practically sitting on his lap. Spencer let out a heavy exhale now that you were able to take all of him in this new position. You moved your hands out from under you and put them on Spencer’s shoulders as a way to stabilize you each time you’d come up. After a few cursory movements, you found a comfortable pace. Spencer couldn’t contain himself, he had to grab your hips in his hands and buck up before, his pelvis meeting your ass before you could even fully lower yourself again. With the tempo of motion increasing drastically because of Spencer’s participation, you couldn’t even adjust to his length anymore. Every time he’d pull out was temporary relief for the ever-growing knot forming in your stomach. You bit back a moan when Spencer curled his hips to thrust into you at a different angle. This stroke mercilessly hit that knot in your stomach, forcing a strangled noise out.

“Don’t stop, Spencer!” You were surprised at how you were even able to put together a cohesive sentence since your brain felt like it was short circuiting.

With Spencer’s curved thrusts, the knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger. You even felt yourself clench around Spencer. He felt it, too and his head instantly lolled back in pleasure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with him. Your skin felt prickly as sweat started dripping from your forehead. If you didn’t know any better, the generator was working again because the heat in the room was thick. Spencer’s strokes were growing slower in anticipation. You picked up the pace for him and made a conscious clench around him to help him reach his peak.

“I can’t control myself, Y/N. I need to pull out now.” He sputtered.

You made an indistinct noise that communicated your disapproval. It was the only thing Spencer needed to hear to know that it was okay if he came.

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned, knowing you were going to follow close behind.

He dug his nails into your hips, bringing you back to reality as if it was his way of pinching you to tell you it was real. From the pain of his hands clawing into you, you almost couldn’t feel him coming, until you felt it dribble down your inner thigh. Suddenly, it felt like his warm essence made electricity surge through your body and course through your veins. With a speed faster than light itself, the knot in your stomach released. You cried out as his seed mixed with your own and cascaded down like the relentless rain outside cascaded down the window. The euphoria of your orgasm brought you to a complete stop.

“Holy fuck.” You swallowed hard. The inside of your mouth was dry from where it hung open for so long.

Spencer was at a loss for words. His silence was so unfamiliar you had to giggle.

“You okay?” You lifted yourself off of his lap to gain some clarity. He gulped hard.

“Am I dreaming?” He sounded genuinely dazed and confused, it was adorable.

Garcia’s glow in the dark toys helped you to find a box of tissues. You took one from the box and wiped yourself before pulling your skirt back down. Meanwhile, Spencer zipped up his pants and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Spencer,” You laughed a little. “You’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

He hadn’t changed his spot on the couch so you straddled his lap again, this time with more pure intentions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, while his hands rested on your hips again and his lips were pressing on your shoulder, leaving quick pecks.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confessed against your skin. You leaned back so you could see his face and kept your hands behind his head to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Enjoying your soothing touch, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to lay against your wrist. He was so precious like this. With Spencer’s head cocked to the side, a distinct beam of light was revealed. This time it was shining onto your face, almost like what it feels like when you accidentally walk past a projector screen and look at the projector light. In this instance though, the light wasn’t nearly as blinding. It was soft and ethereal. It lit up the rain falling on the other side of the window. It even displayed signs of steam coming from the inside. You could see condensation running down the pane. It had gotten so hot in here because of you two that steam was produced. That felt like some sort of accomplishment. You mirthlessly chuckled and leaned forward. With this sudden movement, your chest was pressing against Spencer’s. He was forced to lift his head back up from your wrist when he wanted to examine what you were doing. You leaned past the backrest of the couch and exhaled a hot breath onto the window to make it fog up. Spencer watched you do this over his shoulder, trying to figure out what you were doing. With the glass fogged up, you started drawing a heart with your index finger. You lazily shaded in the heart and looked back at Spencer to show off your creation. It wasn’t pretty by any means, but it meant something.

Spencer pulled a hand away from your hip to use his fingers to add to the drawing. To the left of the heart, Spencer drew a vertical line with a dot above it, and then to the right of it he drew a small horseshoe shape. You pouted your lips when you finally got the message.

i ♡ u

You looked at him before blowing another hot breath onto the already existing fog to extend it. You drew a number right beside it.

i ♡ u 2

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Obey Me wants to do Too Much and in an attempt to please the fans, it’s failing them instead.

Based on the post @1abbie7 made regarding the common complaints players seem to have with OM and its choices as a game. I just wanted to put my two (very long) cents in while looking at OM as if it is the gacha game it truly wishes it was.

MAJOR DISCLAIMER: this post is based on my experiences and is not a reflection of the community as a whole. These are observations and personal thoughts and should be taken with a grain of salt. Also, please feel free to discuss or correct me if I have any of the information wrong. For reference, I’ve reached 5-3 in OM!, 9-2 in AL, and 6-17 in AK.

Now that we have that out of the way… ON TO WHAT I WANT TO SAY. Buckle in folks, I’m rambly and I have a lot to say. Obey Me! Has a lot of potential, and it’s a shame that a lot of things Solmare does are not helping it grow in a way that it could.

So this post is MOSTLY going to be comparing Obey Me!’s (OM) gacha and gaming experience with Azur Lane (AL) and Arknights (AK) since I feel like both those games have a very good f2p model and don’t really have any PvP/Ranking system that affects the main gameplay. I will have other examples from other games that I’ve played before as well.

Ignoring any issues with storytelling and plot holes, since I feel like there are people who are much more qualified to speak upon that than I am, I’m just going to look at the more game and gacha experience.

EVENT SPACING, GAMEPLAY, STAMINA REFRESHES:

OM! As far as I know, is marketed as an Otome game with gacha and … Rhythm??? Game??? Elements? (I’m not quite sure how to even describe the ‘battle’ stages tbh) to break up the story stages. With the battle stages being the main way you can farm for materials to power up your cards, the bottlenecks that are built into the game are surprisingly super frustrating.

OM! Does not have an auto battle option, but it does make up for it by allowing you to sweep the stage once you’ve received 3 stars. This does make resource farming much quicker, but this also means that your stamina will disappear faster than ice in a desert. Coupled with the fact that the battle stages don’t really have much interaction or strategy for a good portion of the beginning of the game, there’s no real replay value in trying for older stages unless they have the resource you want to farm.

I guess I can let this pass since interaction isn’t what’s really marketed, but it IS important to keep your audience logging in and eager to play. At Level 40-ish, my current stamina cap is around 70. WIth the average stamina cost of a regular stage being 5 AP, and the hard stages being 8. This means you’ve got 14 normal stages and less than 10 hard stages in a full bar of stamina. Assuming I log in twice a day to get the bonus AP, that’s really not a lot of stamina to work with and just enough to maybe get through my dailies.

Having that little stamina makes farming resources exceptionally difficult especially for the high requirements needed once you get about half-way through a devil tree. Add that to dealing with farming event points almost constantly, with your limited stamina pool, you’re pretty much forced to purchase extra stamina to meet the requirements to finish said events to get the rewards. Assuming you spend all of your daily Devil Point reward on Stamina, that’s only 180 stamina a day which makes for a really tight run IF you’re aiming to get everything in an event.

ADDITIONALLY, this is also the fact that events and new lessons don’t seem to be announced prior to them dropping. Almost every gacha game I’ve played before will give you a few days notice before an event drops whether it be via Social media or through in-game mail. This is to mainly generate excitement and allows players some time to prepare, whether it be hoarding what stamina refreshes they have or saving premium currency for gachas to hopefully get the chase card/unit that they’re looking for. Not being able to prepare makes it difficult to stay engaged considering you CONSTANTLY have to have resources/stamina to partake in all the events and you can’t plan accordingly.

AK announcing the current event two days prior to it starting in game and on twitter:

AL’s announcement on the 12th, almost a week prior to it starting. Maintenance was on the 17th when the game reset.. (In game notices update regularly and I don’t have a screenshot of what it would look like since maintenance has already passed.)

OM! basically giving people on twitter about 24 hours notice of a new event dropping followed by announcing that the new lessons are available on the day it drops:

I understand that OM! Devs may want to keep the new cards a surprise to players. If stats and skills played a more prominent role in the game, maybe there would be a better way to tease these events to build up hype. As of right now though, it feels like a surprise slap in the face to force players to purchase currency in order to maintain that stamina requirement. IF Solmare is adamant about having back-to-back events, at least provide players with a roadmap or a calendar so they can pick and choose what’s important to them.

Just… Don’t let it become like the FEH calendar…

Please, do not let it become like this.

In my opinion, it feels like OM! Has a bit of an identity crisis. It sorely wants to bank on the money making powers of a gacha game while also clinging to the claim that they’re an otome game revolving around the plot. It’s hard to really promote the plot when it’s locked behind a power requirement that a majority of players will not be able to reach.

With how difficult it is at the end game, players are most likely going to look for transcripts or screenshots of new lessons instead of playing the main storyline in order to save what little they have for the constant limited events. Either give the players time to recoup resources to prepare for your events so they can pull for all your new cards or lower the difficulty cap to give players the story you’re emphasizing so much.

Tl;dr: back-to-back events will burn out players and not announcing them prior does not allow players to prepare resources, forcing them to drop money on the game. The amount of stamina it takes to complete an event AND level your cards does not make it f2p friendly.

GACHA RATES AND PITY SYSTEM:

Call me spoiled, but I feel like OM! ‘S banner rates are too low. Consider the following image for the current banner pool:

That’s a combined 1% to get your UR and that’s still not going to be guaranteed to get what you want. Consider the following rates from other games:

Azur Lane:

(Ultra Rare was a new rarity that was added with this new banner. Before that the highest rarity you could pull is a Super Rare)

Arknights:

Fire Emblem Heroes:

Final Fantasy Brave Exvius: War of the Visions

For a game that’s always introducing new cards, you’d think that OM! Would maybe consider raising those rates so people won’t be so heartbroken when they don’t have enough currency for a 10 pull. (Especially if they have been spending what Devil Points they have on stamina to complete event stages) Yes, a majority of banners have bigger pools and the chance for a specific 6*/UR/SSR is ultimately lower; but considering in OM!, you have stories and characterization locked behind devilgrams connected to these cards, the rates are pitifully low. At least in the other games listed, the units/cards/operators/ships aren’t tied to stories.

I will say, the pity system isn’t absolutely abysmal. Keep in mind though, this is based on the assumption that you’ve saved up for 100 pulls. Considering how difficult it is to save that much currency while being f2p 100 pulls per banner is a tall order and impossible without the help of goldie or somethin. The frequency of new cards along with the difficulty obtaining gacha currency creates an extremely predatory model of currency purchase. With no guarantee of when event banners will be rerun, you’re pretty SOL if you make it half way through this pity system and you’re sitting on shards you can’t use.

Players will get tired of this model mega fast. Especially with these kinds of rates. Assuming that your luck is the worst on earth, you need 2,700 Devil Points to reach the pity breaker. That’s more than two packs worth of Devil Points. So we’re looking at over $160.00 USD to get a guaranteed UR. Seeing as new banners come what feels like every two weeks or so, you’re looking at over $300.00 USD a month JUST for the gacha. If OM! Was purely a gacha game without such a heavy emphasis on the characters and the stories/scenarios they unlock, I might be able to overlook it. However, since the cards themselves unlock cheats for events and outfits and devilgram scenarios, that’s a steep price to pay, so I kinda just have to say… Yikes.

Tl;Dr: For a game that has so much content tied to limited cards and events, gacha rates for OM! Feel too low. Pity system is average as long as you have the currency to complete all 100 pulls. The reason to purchase premium currency is predatory and likely will not be sustainable in the long run.

MONTHLY PACKS AND PREMIUM CURRENCY

So, we can agree that if you don’t have some cash on hand, it’s not going to be a real fun time to play OM! So, where do you spend your money? Let’s take a look at what they offer in terms of premium currency and how far that will get you. It’s also almost 3AM here and I’m losing my patience and filter, so excuse me if I sound more angry here than in the rest of the post.

So, here’s the basic Devil Point Shop for reference:

If we equate Devil Points to stamina, you’re looking at about 100 stamina per dollar you spend. But let’s be real, Solmare makes their money off of gacha and them pretty pngs ‘cause y’all want those spicy devilgrams and sweet outfits for your secretary.

To even get a 10 pull, you’re looking at $22.00 USD worth of premium currency. (Why they didn’t make the $19.99 pack a full 10 pull is BEYOND me tbh.) Now most gacha players that I know who are willing to go all in on a specific banner will want to spend a pack, which means they’ll go for the most expensive option as it is the most bang for your buck. That’s an $80.00 pack for approximately 4 10 pulls and some change. Let’s compare that to the price of some Originite Prime from AK:

It takes approximately 33 OP for one 10 pull in AK. 1 OP = 180 Orundum (currency used for gacha) Keeping this in mind, if you don’t count the first time purchase bonus, at first glance, it’s overall more expensive to purchase this currency SOLELY for gacha purposes.

Here are the packs offered for AL:

If you’re using gems to purchase the cubes needed for the gacha, it takes about 600 gems for 1 10 pull. One pack will net you about 8 10 pulls. Out of all the models we’ve looked at, this is honestly the most value for your dollar specifically for gacha purposes.

Take into consideration what the premium currency is used for. As stated above, 1 DP = 10 stamina. 1 OP = 1 Full stamina refresh in AK, so that’s a pretty equivalent exchange rate. (I won’t go into the AL stamina and gacha system since it differs too much from OM! To really make a good comparison.)

But, what else can DP do? A quick glance under the “Items” tab in the shop, you’ll see that it can also purchase Keys to read your devilgram stories (integral to your gaming experience), Demon Vouchers for summoning, Glow Sticks to help you in battle (Integral to gameplay), and consumables for your Surprise Guests to raise intimacy (arguably connected to gameplay). Compare this to what you can purchase with your OP outside of summoning currency in AK: Furniture (cosmetic) and Skins (Cosmetic). That’s it.

What I’m trying to say here is that Solmare has made DP the currency for so many things that affect the game itself. This subtly pressures the players to purchase DP in order to maintain the same quality of life that they might have experienced at the beginning of their gaming experience when the level ups came fast and when the rewards were plentiful for completing all the beginners quests.

“But wait!” you say. There’s ways to earn DP passively through dailies! You’re right! You’re given 18 DP per day for completing your dailies. That equates to 1 10 pull per 2 weeks if you’re diligent in keeping up with all your quests and log in daily. Comparatively, AK will give you 2,800 orundum per week for completing all your quests and the weekly annihilation runs, so just short of 1 full 10 pull in the game. However, AK gives you the specific currency used exclusively for gacha. This leaves your OP relatively free to be used for stamina refreshes, or you can hoard them for when new skins come out, or you can use a few to supplement your missing orundum for a banner pull.

Without knowing what could be coming up next in terms of events and banners, OM! Makes it very difficult for you to hold onto your DP due to the sheer stamina sink that events can be. Unless you’re really good at optimizing your resources, you’re likely going to be spending DP on things outside of gacha, making it difficult to save those 20 pulls in a month.

Tl:dr: DP is used for too many things that aid in gameplay which leaves less for gacha, forcing players to make a choice between moving forward in harder story stages or unlocking card specific stories.

Alright, but let’s say you don’t have enough for packs, but you still want to support a game. You don’t wanna whale ‘cause you got bills to pay, but maybe you’ve got enough to be a minnow or a very sad and small dolphin. For this, most people turn to those delicious monthly packs. Usually, the monthly packs or subscriptions are really a good bang for your buck. Usually, the bonuses that these packs provide will add up to a value that is much more than your initial investment in them. So, let’s look at what OM!, AK and AL offer, shall we?

Let’s break down what the VIP gives you since there’s quite a bit and it’s presented in a less condensed format. So, at first glance, I have to ask… “VIP login bonus?” What does that even mean? When you look at the details the description is as follows:

I’m sorry, what? This vagueness will not help sell this pack to me. Most monthly packs will give you premium currency right away that is equivalent to the amount that you paid. You can see that both AK and AL list this and also let you know exactly what else you get for the next 30 days. There’s no vagueness in what these packs provide.

Next thing to look at:

I’m sorry. What? I don’t understand why a max AP increase is the choice for a VIP perk here. This is banking on the fact that you’re going to be playing at max efficiency and will be under max stamina in order to take advantage of the refill timer giving you the extra AP. Why OM! Doesn’t just give you the stamina in your mail is beyond my comprehension. This is just saying “yeah, you could have more stamina if you’re playing this game and making sure you’re below your cap. I … no. Just why.

NEXT PERK:

No. This is useless for higher level players. Perks should benefit all players, not just your new players that you’ve tricked into spending money ‘cause this pack is only $9.99 a month. I’m so angry at this I don’t want to look at this anymore. NEXT.

This is a fine perk. Paying for easier passive resources is fine. I don’t have anything to say.. Next.

Oh thank fuck. An actual good perk. Passively getting the harder to get resources which cuts down on your already limited farming? Hell yeah. Also fine in my book. NEXT.

“Spend money to spend more money! Because we know this monthly deal ain’t shit!” is all I’m getting out of this.

Finally, I need to talk about this:

So… you’re telling me that for $10.00, I’m going to get $6.00 worth of DP and I won’t get the full value unless I STAY subscribed? If I cancel and then resubscribe, will that go back to 60 DP when I subscribe later? Why would you do this other than to give your players less than what they deserve? These packs are supposed to be designed to give you the value of your purchase and some extras as incentive to keep playing and coming back to pay. This just… as a first impression leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Also, let’s talk about the fact that you’re BILLED MONTHLY? Listen, I get that they’re trying to be ‘convenient’ so you can set this up and forget about it and reap the benefits, right? It’s about the same cost as a Netflix subscription, no big deal. But listen, that means they’re also banking on you to forget you even have this subscription if you’re a casual player and you’re going to continue to give them money Stop that Solmare. Bad.

I’m too tired to look at sales. Just as a quick glance. the discounts and deal are meh at best.

Tl:dr: Monthly pack is underwhelming and likely not worth it. Automatically being billed monthly is the worst thing I’ve seen all week and this was written in 2020.

SOME SUGGESTIONS? IT’S NOT ALL BAD, I PROMISE.

So, how can Solmare improve? OM! Is honestly one of the most stylish otome games I’ve seen and has a lot of potential to continue growing its player base if the devs directed their energies in the right direction. Right now, OM! Suffers due to the fact that it’s trying to do too much in too little time. For a game that’s less than a year old, it’s pushed out enough content in the last three months to last six. Dialing back the gacha and collecting elements to focus on the story and a slower pace would really help, if you ask me.

OM! Really needs to slow its roll. Events are losing their impact from being rolled out at such a quick pace on top of current pop quizzes, new lessons and banners. Every week I feel like I’m watching the more hardcore players yell at having too much to do when everything is layered on top of one another. This is not inherently a bad thing. Having a lot to do keeps the player base engaged and excited for your game.

The problem arises when you’re not giving your players any time to recover from events and just throw things at them all the time. Finding a good balance between events and downtime is difficult and it likely won’t happen overnight, but it would be nice to see them maybe give a week or two to really let the impact of events sink in and let players really find time to nurture or use the new cards/rewards they just got.

First step in the right direction would be giving more notice prior to events and lessons. Just something more than 24 hours before, or the day of. Not providing a notice makes it feel like these things are being rushed.

If Solmare is adamant about keeping the pace it’s set up, then give us a roadmap or event calendar of when new lessons or pop quizzes are coming. They can keep the details of the lessons and quizzes limited until closer to the actual dates, but at least this will let players prioritize where they want to put their resources.

Gacha rates for URs being raised to 2% would likely make a reasonable difference. When so much story and cosmetic content is tied to a UR or SSR cards along with their frequency, it serves to likely benefit them to make it more accessible to players. Locking so much behind luck and a paywall makes it more obvious that they only care about the money that they can get from the diehard collectors in the game.

Make skins obtainable by DP. Stop locking them behind event cards. Allow players to have easier access to cosmetic features. It’s a less predatory model than what they’ve got right now. Granted, Lonely Devil has sort of helped this issue considering they’ve grouped event reruns all in one place to play at your leisure, and if I remember some of the event cards have skins tied to them. Still, just… idk sell the skin on its own. It makes more sense than to pray that you roll that UR with the one 10 pull you have.

Make resources easier to obtain passively. I’m sure I sound like a broken record, but limited resources make this game difficult to enjoy. You’re barely through doing one thing to level up a card and you’re met with a giant wall of requirements for the next step. AL has commissions and the dorm, AK has the base. OM! Has Jobs, which gets you grimm and some items if you’re lucky, but it definitely needs expansion considering the power checkpoints late game.

Hell, just making some of those DP purchasable items actually farmable might help.

Get a publisher to work with you. I know Solmare has been around the block and this isn’t the first otome game they’ve made, but I definitely think working with a publisher who’s familiar with the ins and outs of a proper gacha helping them will benefit them. Having a publisher will help ensure that there’s adequate funding for the game to be as good as it can be. Not only that, you’re looking at a better social media presence which the player base can interact with and get more attached to.

Literally, having a publisher could solve so many pacing and announcement issues since they would be in charge of when events come out and likely has a better eye on how players react. This way, Solmare can concentrate on making the content as quality as they can and not inundate people with a new lesson or event as soon as it’s done.

Tl:dr: Solmare, please get a proper publisher so they can help with quality control and balancing your game. Please. I’m begging you. You have so much going for you please don’t let this game die before it turns a year old.

Ok. it’s 4 AM and I spent most of the day writing this post. If you’ve made it this far, congrats and I’m sorry for being so rambly. I’m so sorry if none of this made any sense in the end. I’m sure there are points that I’ve missed out on like stage replayability and a more engaging battle mode, and the lack of any sort of meta which makes the lower rarity cards you pull feel completely useless… but uh… I can’t think anymore and I haven’t had time to farm in my horny ship girl game. Feel free to let me know your thoughts or discuss!

Thanks for your time and I hope y’all have a good day. Happy romancing some demon boys!

#Obey me!#Some long winded critiques #this is barely edited I'm sorry for any errors you might find

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normal-thoughts-official · 3 years

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Wait you said you watched the Rourke ending in youtube? Ahhshshsjs that makes a lot of sense, but I replayed that chapter so I could briefly experience them, my final choice was mc ending but not for more noble/reasonable reasons like yours (it makes more sense/the others are happier) but because I'm dramatic and I want to see them grief mc dramatically (cough-not-like-ilitw-cough) 10/10 also Quinn and Michelle seemed way closer ? Which was a nice bonus and I've enjoyed a few fanfics of them (in a lor of cases as secondary couple but nice)

Wait what are your thoughts on alestair and Estella being half siblings? Or honestly give me all your thoughts on all the crazy things because there were so many plot points, I wasn't as good as a detective as you so our thoughts were probably different <3

Also if you don't have a li Diego is the one being with you in most moments (my bff <3) and it's really heartbreaking watching all the moments when they pass all together, recommend also watching in youtube

i watched it on youtube yeah. i replayed the last chapter to check out the endless' ending but i disliked it so much i replayed AGAIN just to pick vaanu's ending again lmao jdndidm but i wasn't willing to pick rourke's. tbh i wasn't even that interested until i saw a fic that was set in rourke's ending and i was like alright i should probably check that out. i was glad i didn't pick it even to check it out cuz once it said the vaanti were in c*ncentration camps i was filled with so much disgust i dont think i couldve lived with myself if i picked that one, even out of curiosity, lol

also ur reasons are valid lmaooo. i never played ILITW sacrificing the MC (like rip noah i love u but i dont think MC sacrificing themself even makes sense in ILITW) but ive seen many ppl complain that we aren't mourned jdndidndidndod thats gotta suck

and yess quinn and michelle!!! i think i mentioned before that i shipped them quite a bit (michelle/quinn/grace ftw honestly, also like i said michelle was such a RAGING lesbian to me, her energy with every single female character was off the fucking charts). once im gone inhaling variego fic quinn and michelle are definitely next on the list

as for estela and aleister being half siblings, i DEFINITELY didnt see that one coming. altho to be fair i didn't give it a lot of thought. but it made sense i guess? idk i didnt have that many thoughts abt it other than well, at least that explains why estela is so light skinned. cuz like i love her and shes gorgeous and all but seriously. i know that there are latines who are that light skinned but no more fictional light skinned latines the world has evolved past the need for fictional light skinned latines. just once i want to consume media with unambiguously brown, clearly indigenous latines - you know, like most of us are. and estela is COLOMBIAN. like come ON man

but anyway! i think it made sense but not really in a "wow, this explains so much" way, u know? more like damn ok im accepting this. which is not a bad thing necessarily but yeah. im pretty interested in finding out how estela dealt with that knowledge afterwards, tho. like she had dedicated so much of her life to killing him and then she finds out he's her dad. which doesn't change how she feels about him in the slightest but does make her revisit everything she thought she knew about their relationship. and to know that her own father had her mom killed has to be. oof. i feel so sorry for her. she's gone through so much and she deserves to be happy, u kno

and yes, i know!!! i want to replay it without romancing anyone cuz honestly diego might be my favorite character and im just a sucker for a good platonic relationship. honestly even romancing sean id have been so much more down for diego being the one to show up when the endless shows his memories for example, u know in that "one moment repeats over and over" scene??? i think it makes more sense if it's diego than a LI even if you HAVE one. diego's relationship with the MC is definitely the strongest one because like, he literally needed us so bad we showed up already being friends, you know? hes a part of the MC more than anyone else just because of that. and that doesnt make MC's relationship with the LIs any lesser! it can even be a "soulmates are built, not found" thing which i always think is more powerful. and diego is just... really special. and i wouldve loved to see a platonic relationship take the front seat instead of being like, plan B in case u didnt date anyone. but well

either way im excited to replay without a LI and have all these moments with diego ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i ended up not getting a lot of moments with him cuz because of the m*d i had infinite gems so i could pick as many gems scenes as i needed and most emotional diego moments were like "backup", which i only found out later and really sucked

so i have quite a few replays lined up as i want to do one replay im livereading with my friends, one to get all the clues (i think i got like, 50-something out of the 62), one to get the platonic moments with diego, and i already did one replay without spending any gems to see what the results would be. so yeah dunddid consider me hooked on this story, damn you /j

#ask #identity thief anon #es #es spoilers

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hii,, ive been havin kinda a sad baby day n was wonderin if u had any headcanons for any of the sides cause ive read ur like ur whole blog n 💖 i love it

i'm sorry i couldn't get to this earlier anon i rlly hope ur feeling better 💞

but this morning i am very soft about protective big brother roman so let's do this

i’ve said before that Roman is bad at caregiving because he cares so much about vee and overthinks it - not because he is actually bad at taking care of his baby bro

and i stick by that RELIGIOUSLY

he’s never going to be a caregiver, or “uncle roman” as he puts it, but he is able to take care of vee on rare occassions when for some reason no one else can and does a great job (these are very rare tho)

baby vee looks up to his brother so much and copies him a lot - it used to annoy roman and he pouted and told vee to stop copying him and then vee pouted

until the CGs explained that it means vee wants to be more like him

now roman gets really smiley and stand taller when virgil copies him because he feels important and loved

once roman finds out about the cyberbullying virgil experienced he actually really struggles to go into his littlespace for a few days

he just doesn’t feel the need to, he doesn’t want to let his guard down, he wants to be able to look out for virgil

and when he usually sees virgil start to regress he always 1) calls one of their cgs and 2) goes into his own littespace when they show up and he knows vee is being looked after

but during the week or so after finding out about the bullying he hesitates to call the cgs when vee regresses with him

he stays big and he cuddles his baby brother and talks to him softly and sings to him a couple of times

when logan found them both in romans room with roman rocking vee in his lap and hummin a lullaby he was quite shocked to be honest

and roman got really embarrassed and felt a bit guilty because he was supposed to get the caregivers when vee regressed, that was the rule

but logan realises that roman is not little and that he clearly wants to protect his brother, the rule is really only for when roman is little

so he does takes vee away briefly to change him because he’s sure roman wouldnt know how to deal with any accidents, but he brings vee back to romans room and hangs around for a few minutes then slips out to let the boys have their time together

after a couple of hours, roman calls him back in and says thank you and is finally able to go into littlespace

because he got to protect virgil for a while and that’s all he needed, he needed to know he could keep his baby brother safe and now he feels much more relaxed about it

And for when they are both big because i’m a sucker for that too:

big virgil is just as respectful of roman, more than he has ever been before, because he sees how hard roman is trying to be a good brother and it means so much to him

it bleeds into their adult relationship too! they still consider each other brothers when they’re grown-up even though they don’t actually acknowledge it aloud

they’re a lot quicker to stop bickering and it’s a lot easier for them to say sorry and forgive each other - because they won’t ever stop bickering tbh it’s just a part of who they are when they’re big

but it’s always over trivial things, never anything big, they don’t ever hit each other where it hurts

they really trust each other a lot now because there’s just a special bond you have with siblings that will never be matched by parents, they even talk to each other about emotional stuff that they’re not sure how to tell their cgs

not big stuff, but things that bother them that they don’t really want to make a big deal out of - their cgs love them and are wonderful but they do take every negative emotion very seriously and sometimes you dont want it to be taken seriously you just want to vent

and sometimes roman just wants to rant about writers block without actually hearing advice and solutions and Virgil listens to him ramble without saying a word and roman almost always reaches a realisation of OH IT’S BECAUSE I SHOULD BE WRITING FROM CHARACTER B’S POV NOT CHARACTER A’S!! and thanks virgil and virge is like i didnt do anything but romans like you listened and virgil kinda feels soft

and sometimes virgil just wants to growl and complain about this stupid disastrous scenario that keeps replaying in his head and doesn’t want to be told how unlikely it is or be calmed down, he just wants to growl and when roman wordlessly hands him a pillow he smushes it into his face and screams then pulls it away blushing and whispers thanks and hands it back to roman who is giggling a bit - then roman won’t offer sympathy or logic, he will just say ‘yeah that sounds annoying’ then virgil will yell ‘I KNOW RIGHT??’ and actually smile and laugh because thats all he needed

it’s always really casual too, it’s usually when they’re paying a video game together and they dont need to look at each other bc they are focussing on the screen, or when thy’re both up at 3am in Roman’s room leaning against each other as they gaze up at the constellations from roman’s nightlight and trying to be quiet so the other two don’t hear them awake

and yeah i said in the minecraft hc that roman and virgil become comfy with physical contact

they cling onto each others hands when theyre little but when theyr big too if roman notices virgil getting a bit nervous about something or if he just feels like he needs some contact he will silently slide his hand over virge’s and splutter some random comment or joke to distract attention from it

virgil always calls him dumb and sappy as he wraps his fingers around romans hand

and virgil always flops on the couch when he’s tired or moody for whatever reason and he used to do it just precisely so that he avoided landing in anyones laps and bent his body at awkward angles to avoid touching anyone bc he was nervous he would be rejcted

but now he will happily collapse right across roman’s lap, bonus points if it annoys him

actually he seemingly does it just to annoy roman, but even after roman complains andvirgil sasses him and they bicker and go FINE I WONT TALK TO YOU and FINE IYOU TALK TOO MUCH ANYWAY

they pout at their phonescreens and cross their arms but virgils legs are still laid across romans lap and roman is absentmindedly running his fingers over the rips in virgils jeans

#AGH I am so soft for these boys #i base a lot of their adult relationship on me and my sister and i love it #i'm writing a oneshot (or might add it as a chapter to a multip chp) where they have a secret all-nighter sleepover and i can't wait #little/big concepts #long post #little virgil #little roman #agere virgil #agedre roman #asks #anon

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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desolation!au (lunatic!kaede au)

summary: in canon, kotetsu manages to restore barnaby's memory at the last second, but what if it didn't work? what if kaede ex machina never got the chance to save her father at the top of the apollon media tower and restore the other heroes' memories? in fact, what if she never knew they were being brainwashed in the first place?what if kotetsu died that day?

basically me developing my idea of an au where, consumed by anger and grief, kaede seeks lunatic to help her in carrying her revenge and murdering her father's killer.

illustration of lunatic!kaede is attached at the very end of the fic :3

a/n: tbh, i was watching tiger & bunny w/ my friends and at some point i thought about kaede being lunatic's student because i just want to see her start shit and it wasn't anything much at first, just small headcanons here and little doodles there. but then idk , i made a little sketch and it all snowballed from there.

i ended up developing this au and have become quite invested in it.

i’m aware the format looks like cat shit on mobile, im sorry. if it’s super disruptive to the reading experience, feel free to refer to the ao3 version (links are in my desc).

alternate names lmao

lunatic!kaede! au

cats-on-the-moon!au

revenge girl!au

revenge-girl-out-for-revenge!au

vendetta! au

synopsis

follows the same storyline up until the memory loss arc, where the au experiences a massive canon divergence.

kotetsu receives a chance to escape after being aided by lunatic, and, not letting his unsuccessful attempt at making his friends remember his true identity deter him, he gathered them at the top of the apollon media tower. he tries again to make them remember that he is wild tiger, and not a murderer, but much like in canon the rest of the group do not believe him—though some falter briefly. unlike canon, however, is that kaede ex machina does not appear in time to unleash maverick’s next power that she copied to restore everyone’s memories.

she does make an attempt to reach the tower where her father is taking a stand, but she does not encounter maverick and on her way up the roof the elevator stops—as it should during emergencies... without her interference, the rest of the hero team overpower kotetsu who is smashed through the roof and lands into saito’s lab. realising that the latter doesn’t remember who he was either, kotetsu quickly grabs his suit and motorbike to try to escape and regroup with ben. the rest of the heroes rush to go after him, though some (blue rose, etc) are more hesitant than others (rock bison, etc). on the way down they [the heroes] find kaede and become preoccupied with her. they’re experiencing an emergency but the child refuses to leave, so some of the heroes have their hands full handling her.

during this, the cameras continue to follow kotetsu. in the end, barnaby pursues kotetsu on his own vehicle and they fight at the bridge where they first teamed up. kaede can follow what is currently happening as the event is broadcasted and grows increasingly hysterical, screaming that she needs to be there and that they’re [blue rose, sky high, etc] supposed to be helping her dad, not pursue him. at some point before the final blow, the feed cuts—the camera probably got hit by chunks of armour or other sort of debris.

the fight follows canon up until barnaby intends on delivering the final kick

« so this is it, eh? take care lil’ bunny…»

this time, the kick connects.

at this point kaede is inconsolable, not being able to handle the fact that the broadcast cut and she can’t check her father’s condition in real time anymore. the heroes’ attempt at getting her to speak or to tell them who her guardian is is met with choked sobs and no response.

there’s two way i see her finding out about her father’s defeat, and subsequent death:

the least traumatic, but still traumatic option: the feed was the last time she ever saw her father. the heroes only hear that « the criminal has been captured/dealt with by barnaby » on their private channel so they slowly excuse themselves and disperse, leaving kaede alone. some of the security guards approach her, trying to get a number to contact but eventually learn that she wasn’t speaking and let her sit there for a bit before calling the authorities.

the intensely traumatic “whoa you ruined a perfectly good 10-11 year old” option: as kaede grows increasingly distressed and the heroes try to keep her under control, she sees members of staff trying to cart something off discreetly. she gets a quick glance on what is being carried and recognises the hand poking out under the large tarp covering the rest of the body. it had her father’s wedding band, which he continued to wear, and upon realising what had happened, she immediately goes catatonic and wouldn’t react to the heroes anymore.

she either sits in the empty building until very late at night, sits outside on the bus stop with no intention of getting on simply watching the last of the buses disappear in the horizon, or waits at the police station with no intention of telling them who to call.

she eventually reaches the conclusion that her father will probably never come back as he died on her own and breaks down.

much like option 1) she sits in the empty building, waiting for someone who will never return.

in both options, ben ex machina (yes kaede got demoted in this au im sorry) finds her and explains to her that he was her father’s boss. this gained her attention somewhat, and she let him drive her back home after he told her that her grandmother has been frantically contacting ben after realising that kaede wouldn’t pick up.

during all this, she remains silent and out of it, still not fully accepting that her father wasn’t coming back home: kaede knows it’s no use to wait for her father anymore, but doesn’t outwardly admit the fact just in case he really is alive. she knows she’s just lying to herself.

on their way back to the kaburagi home, ben explains to her that he tried to get on that bridge as fast as possible to intercept the two, but only arrived after barnaby had left the scene. he doesn’t go into much detail, but does give her the few things he had found and recognised was kotetsu’s:

the tiger emblem that he kept this whole time

the two matching christmas pins that (unknowingly to both ben and kaede) he shared with his former partner

the first sound kaede makes in a long time is more wracking sobs as she clutches the small objects.

she passes out sometimes during transit, and wakes up the next afternoon in her room, the memorabilia safe in her pocket.

the next day, hero tv, and the organisations that funds it, refuses to make an official statement on kotetsu’s whereabouts after being intercepted by barnaby—they know that the latter murdered kotetsu, but they avoid the question in order to save his and the company’s reputation. they would answer something like:

kotetsu running away

being imprisoned for 250 years, with no visitors.

accidentally got himself killed

for the most part, the general populace accepted this outcome and thanked the diligent work of the heroes, but kaede and her family know better. kotetsu wasn’t the type to just leave, and he wouldn’t have committed murder in the first place. this official statement further cemented the fact that kotetsu had died—been killed. within sternbild, another powerful figure also doubted the credibility of the statement. yuri would literally see the red flags, but the situation really isn’t in his favour and he doesn’t know where to even tackle this. he’d need to do more digging up before planning out his attack.

kaede concludes (correctly) that barnaby was behind her father’s death, and possessed with anger and hatred, decided that she will get revenge one way or another and prove her father’s innocence.

basic plot

headcanon form now, because it’s more convenient.

the lead-up:

during the few days/weeks that followed, she barely went out of her room unless necessary.

she barely ate, even ignoring the flan pudding she adored so much.

in her self-imposed isolation, she marinates in her own grief, which turns into anger and hatred.

at first she regrets not having spent more time with her father and reaching out to him, instead of expecting kotetsu to do that for her.

but the focus slowly shifts to wanting to make kotetsu’s murderer suffer as he has made her dad suffer.

you know what, throw in the rest of the heroes.

they should’ve been kotetsu’s friend and believed him instead of pursuing him relentlessly: they’re complicit too and should be punished accordingly.

it’s important to note that, since kaede didn’t interact with maverick and inherit his next power, she doesn’t know that the heroes have been brainwashed.

she just thinks that they’re secretly an evil group posing to be heroes.

she loses faith in them, and their flawed justice that got her father killed

she wants to avenge her father and prove his innocence so badly, but doesn’t know how or where to begin. the odds are stacked against her, since only her family and a few people here and there believe in kotetsu’s innocence.

while she’s holed up in her room, she mindlessly replays the video clips that featured her dad over and over again until she memorised every single word and committed her father’s movements to memory.

one day, as she flips through the different collectibles and magazines that featured him, she came across one such issue which showcased a different type of “hero”: the sanctioner with blue flames.

the vigilante who’s idea of justice was becoming more and more appealing to kaede the more she thought about it.

she’s seen the clips, how his next power allowed him to continually keep up with the 100 power duo. how it always allowed him to have the upper hand and to deliver his justice.

kaede wants that kind of strength, that kind of power, to avenge her father.

she resolves herself to find or contact the vigilante no matter how, though that seemed to be a complicated enough task in and of itself.

kaede figures that when she does find him, she’ll either get him to work with her to get her revenge or copy his power if he refuses.

her searches prove more or less fruitless tho since lunatic can't be found when he doesn't want to be found lmao

after a few weeks/months, she grows disheartened and becomes rather depressed again.

the actual encounter:

i don’t have an actually have a concrete idea on how they met and how kaede convinced yuri to work with her, just a bunch of possibilities going from plausible to straight up crack

one way she could meet him is by bumping into judge petrov when she’s tagging along with her fam to try and claim kotetsu’s body.

the intent was to go to sternbild to recover kotetsu so that they can bury him in the family grave (and rejoin tomoe), but since the city refuses to acknowledge that kotetsu is dead and admit that a hero killed a person, the kaburagi fam can’t get his body back.

very sad times, maybe after the unsuccessful hearing kaede cries and rlly begs to be able to get her father back, and grabs hold of yuri to make her point come across or something.

do you even see a judge when you try to claim a criminal’s body? idk it’s probably illegal to make physical contact w a judge but kaede is only bby so maybe she won't go to jail? i don’t know i’m dum

anyway, he’d probably carefully peel the child off of him and say something vaguely sympathetic before going wherever the hell judges go after trial? court? i know nothing about the legal system and it shows

uh oh skin to skin contact

kaede unwittingly copies his power and moves on with her day. it wasn’t until she came home and felt a burst of anger that she noticed that??? she can summon blue flames??? like lunatic does??? except she doesn’t recall meeting him at all???

she puts two and two together and susses yuri out

or instead of literally harassing him in court

maybe she just stumbles on lunatic because his favourite hobbies are standing ominously on roofs and killing murderers, in that order.

kaede: why is there a funny looking scarecrow on the roof…???

kaede: hoLY HECK

how she manages to get lunatic on her side is more convoluted

one way would be her going back to the city and confronting yuri about it. of course, he’d deny her claim until she gets angry enough and her eyes light up.

yuri’s like “oh sHIT”.

she could threaten him by saying that if he won’t help her then she will just seek her revenge by herself.

yuri doesn’t want her to do anything rash and cause him to get in hot water because he rlly doesn't want to deal w/ the aftermath. also he doesn’t want to like, see a whole child get hurt :(

so i guess he’s like, “this is my lot in life now”, and accepts to take her as his apprentice so long as she doesn’t cause any trouble

that was the peaceful route

kaede could also fight fire with fire

just hound down lunatic instead of yuri and when she finds him it’s on sight. chuck a whole fireball to catch his attention and demand that he takes her as his apprentice. idk maybe threaten to fight him mono e mono unless he complies.

lunatic would probably just ghost her lmao

but she’d continue to show up whenever he’s raring to kill a murderer so maybe he’ll accept because it’s getting more disruptive if he doesn’t

if anything, her persistence would impress him somewhat: she’s determined, and even when she’s only had the flames for like, what? 3 days? she can already control it well enough to shoot projectiles. she has potential and would be a helpful ally instead of burdening him.

the chaotic crackhead route is for kaede to somehow get her hands on yuri’s address and bully him until he listens to her

just show up outside his room at 3 am, eyes glowing, floating 3 feet from the ground. hell, t-pose outside his window.

terrorise him.

she’d play loud music or shout at him day in day out

she may even follow him to work and just pester him

constantly asking him to mentor her so she can have her revenge, poking and prodding about his secret night job as lunatic

kaede will leave mama petrov alone this doesn’t concern her

her beef isn’t w mama petrov

ever since that encounter, yuri has not known peace

yuri has 2 ghosts to deal with

that’s 2 too many

he’s gonna take one out

the minimum age of criminal responsibility in japan is 14, while in new york it’s 18 (thanks google)

take your pick

kaede is 10-11

so either way yuri can’t take her to jail for harassment

she’s coming out of this scott free

he snaps and literally begs her to stfu if he follows her wish :b:lease

he hasn’t slept for 34 days

regardless, kaede will come out victorious and yuri is now stuck with a child

on a more serious note, yuri’s and kaede’s agenda are the same and it just so happens that their goals align. he has been suss since day one ever since the kotetsu debacle.

in hindsight maverick really should’ve brainwashed the only judge, the person in charge of the justice bureau, the curator who has access to the hero’s files

maybe i’m jumping to conclusion

for all i know maybe maverick also attempted to invite yuri to that announcement “party” thing

but yuri was like

« no ? fuck off »

and went on his way

yuri wants to look oddly menacing in his basement dungeon thing

and maverick brushed it off because he didn’t think yuri was lunatic, or a next one the first place

we know that yuri learns that maverick is behind all of this and is probably a next on his own, but decides against taking action. i suppose in canon because he knows it’s not his battle to see through, but in the au maybe because he knows he’s fighting a losing battle. also he kinda injured his arm after being shot by H-01, so he doesn’t want to fight with a handicap.

he doesn’t want to take any rash action and cause more problems for himself.

potentially putting his whole secret identity scheme in jeopardy.

he chooses to take a moment to regroup and plan his actual attack. he couldn’t take on 7 heroes and 1 android at once, and risk getting brainwashed too.

at first, even if working together seem to only benefit kaede, the situation also gives yuri some strategic advantages.

like once he finds out that kaede’s power is a mimic ability, not the flame ability. i feel like he’d find that hella useful

also kaede is a child who’s also basically a nobody in sternbild. she can infiltrate spaces he can’t, and not raise any suspicion.

possible denouements:

i see 3 major endings possible, with secondary endings which is just a one of the 3 major endings with some slight changes:

1. all sinners must die ending

pretty self explanatory. kaede gets her revenge: with the help of lunatic she kills barnaby and maverick, potentially killing or maiming the rest of the heroes. her father has been avenged, but the city is more or less in a panic because there are no more heroes to protect them. “faith” in the vigilante, or at least in kaede, plummets because they attacked “innocent” people. it’s possible that she brings her father’s framing to light (but not that the heroes were brainwashed), though it’s doubtful that she gets the chance after causing such an uproar.

kaede probably never learns the truth: that the heroes were brainwashed.

this may or may not leave kaede incredibly bitter and nihilistic, as even though she got her revenge she doesn’t feel any satisfaction or sense of closure. she doesn’t get any form of catharsis and probably still has a difficult time moving on and coping with her grief. the city of sternbild adopts a very cold atmosphere and regains a strong distrust towards nexts, kaede may or may not continue to be a vigilante as she’s still trapped in grief limbo, yuri has to deal with the messy aftermath.

overall, it’s probably the worst possible ending.

of schemes and double agents ending

a kinda slow burn route, i suppose? in this ending, kaede realises that the heroes are being manipulated unlike in the previous one. she decides to restore the hero’s memories one by one and getting them to secretly help her. i don’t think she could recruit everyone, but i’m thinking about those like blue rose, who seemed to remember somewhat after kotetsu’s speech thing. kaede could slowly remind them, and despite initial mistrust and animosity they would come round and realise there was a huge discrepancy in their memory.

outright rebelling against maverick would be rash and the heroes risk being brainwashed once more, so they figure they would pull the strings somewhat and provide kaede/lunatic with internal knowledge to help them.

in the epic showdownTM, when the heroes and kaede finally have a face off, barnaby (and those who weren’t approached by kaede) would experience quite a curveball: those who regained their memories would side with kaede.

safety in solitude ending

in this ending, kaede works alone (with lunatic) without having recruited the other heroes even after realising they’ve been brainwashed. perhaps because it’d be too risky just in case they get brainwashed again or that they don’t agree with the vigilante’s idea and rat them out, whatever the reason may be the duo works alone.

this will lead into an even more epic showdownTM where it’s 2 v. 8: even though the stakes are not in the duo’s favour they somehow manage to come triumphant? or maybe the heroes regain their memories one by one and decide to stop fighting, even though they don’t exactly join the duo’s side.

constants:

maverick dies. lunatic kills him. i doubt many are against the idea though.

barnaby’s memories would be the last one she “restores”: (courtesy of my friend) it would probably go something like, in a burst of anger she jumps him and gets his hundred power. as she punches at him, she tearfully confronts him about how her father must’ve felt in his last moments and how much kotetsu seemed to adore him back when he was alive.

if bunny dies (ending 2/ending 3) kaede would not feel as angry and cynical, but more regretful or grievous. she’d probably stop using her next powers to do much anything (instead of continuing to be a vigilante like in ending 1). she’ll move on eventually, with more than less difficulty. the city of sternbild is on edge, but continue to place their faith on heroes.

if bunny lives (ending 2/ending 3), kaede would get a stronger sense of closure as she would be able to dialogue with bunny. barnaby would however, feel unending grief once he realises what he has done.

regardless if bunny is dead or not, the truth is revealed to the general public along with maverick’s scheme and true intent in ending 2 and 3. so basically canon episode 25 ending except more angst and kotetsu is dead a while ago

not a constant… but it’s possible that because of lunatic’s whole code being “kill murderers and those who protect them” he’d be displeased with kaede choosing to spare bunny. maybe he’s the last boss… kaede and bunny defeat lunatic with 100 power, much like barnaby used to do with kotetsu?... nah that’s too messy and honestly i prefer lunatic and kaede to remain on peaceful terms lmao

lunatic’s satisfied with killing maverick, he’ll back off of this one—barnaby was manipulated anyway. so technically... it wasn’t his conscious decision nor his fault???

basically i don’t want kaede to fight her mentor figure, but i’m merely acknowledging the possibility.

actually…

maybe he walks up towards barnaby, the other heroes too beat up to do anything but watch while kaede remains by barnaby’s side

and lunatic just stands ominously in front of bunny, looking like he’s about to shoot him

but then he turns away

« hmph, how ridiculous. repent for the rest of your life, barnaby brooks jr. »

and then lunatic disappears in a flash, leaving a singed mark—the only proof that he had stood there.

heck, remember how she recovered the christmas pins? she could chuck those angrily at barnaby’s general direction to put emphasis.

kaede knows she’ll never be able to bring her father back, but she’d manage her grief easier. if barnaby lives, kaede would probably become a hero to honor her father and to use her power for good as her father would’ve wanted her to do.

miscellaneous

headcanons in no particular order, certainly not chronological. crack, fluff, angst, just whatever comes to mind. for ease of reading, i will try to organise them thematically.

relationships

tiger x bunny

rest in peace king, you will be missed.

kotetsu ded so the gay cannot be, rip in species.

but i’m putting this here because prior to the brainwashing they do be kinda gay tho, and even if kaede doesn’t know the exact nature of the relationship between the two she knows that her father was very fond of barnaby and cared for him deeply.

lunatic | yuri petrov & kaede

this au is pretty lunatic & kaede centric, because well,,, kotetsu kicked the bucket, and barnaby and the heroes are considered the villains here

i see lunatic and kaede having a mentor-student kind of relationship, that can be fluffy sometimes a found family trope could eventually be established, but that’s super delicate

on another note, if you really want to fuck up your 11 year old because you absolutely want to give kaede the worst possible outcomes for some reason, she could—as a young child who has lost both her parents at a very young age—develop an unhealthy dependence on this [lunatic] new authority figure. she might incorrectly interpret his concern for familial care, etc… but i’m not even going there, that’s too messy.

tbh the real tragedy would be kaede imprinting on yuri’s garbage sense of fashion… the secret to dressing well died with kotetsu.

idk if i should explicit this, but just in case: this is not a romantic ship please don’t come for my throat. literally this au was created because i wanted to see kaede start shit—just go absolutely feral and start chaos lmao

i would like snapshots of him teaching her how to control the flames better but also look out for her general well being because this kid has issues. basically give me a montage of yuri mentoring kaede and slowly becoming fond of her or give me death:

lunatic probably made his own costume so? i’d like to imagine yuri takes the time to make one for kaede too?? also he makes sure it wooshes cool in the wind and idk, flammable enough to allow her to burn the cape off before she attacks???

just yuri hand sewing some apparels for kaede uwu

also give me vaguely domestic yuri or give me death

also mayhaps, gives kaede affirming headpats?

like if she performs well and her mastery over her powers improves in leaps and bounds? or when she finally unlocks a skill she’s been struggling with for a bit?? just a proud head pat and a well-intentioned-but-cold-sounding « well done »???

maybe when kaede first actually learns how to use her powers, her emotions might get the best of her or maybe she’s plain nervous because fire = danger and scary.

and it shows because the flames grow more erratic and out of her control, and yuri grows very concerned for her well being because he doesn’t want her to get burnt like he did when he first awakened his power.

before it all degenerates, he helps calm her down and prevent his house from burning down. or wherever he goes to when he’s doing lunatic stuff…

a dungeon ?

his basement ?

my basement don’t look like that

we know where all the judge money is going: renovating the basement

much like her mentor, when she gets rlly angry her eyes burst into flames. to prevent her from getting into trouble by accidentally activating her power and injuring someone or simply revealing her identity, yuri would teach her grounding exercises or anchoring phrases that he himself uses.

idk just teach her breathing techniques to ease her anxiety or a mantra to recite if she feels like she’s gonna set someone on fire

also idk if i should give kaede a different weapon from lunatic (i know i will because the crossbow is lunatic’s aesthetic, and his only), but i like to imagine yuri teaching her how to shoot crossbows and her becoming oddly proficient at it

grandma kaburagi wondering why kaede has wicked aim all of the sudden

tbh kaede would just shoot w her hands. just pew pew finger.

or she does the kamehameha thing she did w blue rose’s power lmao

at first he kinda sees being responsible for her as a bit of a chore and annoying, but maybe he slowly grows fond of her and idk, dotes on her.

protecc the bby

help her do her homework

« i’ve only had kaede for a day and a half. but if anything happened to her, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself. »

on the flipside, at first kaede thought that yuri is hecking weird, man. just creepy suspicious prosecutor dude who she allies with because revenge girl rlly wants revenge

but he grows on her and kaede thinks he’s not so bad after all. an good authority figure whom she respects and cares for

she still probably thinks he’s hella weird tho

kinda weird but also sometimes kinda cool

eccentric but like in a good way

like your weird neighbour henry who means well despite what he says sometimes

kaede would learn his corny cool catchphrases and repeat them when she’s out and about as a vigilante.

just adopt/mimic his speech pattern of saying things slowly for more oomph

gotta do the whole code of justice and thanatos speech before she bombards barnaby with flaming arrows

yuri feels oddly proud

they’re both probably hella protective over each other tho. because that’s just kaede’s personality and yuri feels responsible for the safety of this child that he has been entrusted with.

children love sweets right? yuri secretly likes sweets. they can share sweets after setting murderers on fire uwu

idk man i just want some good mentor-apprentice relationship

it doesn’t have to always be angst

we can have fluff

maybe they can learn from each other and be semi-functional human beings

that thing where the apprentice’s outfit is like directly taken from their mentor’s but also vaguely different. i want that.

sometimes the real revenge is the friends you make along the way uwu

school + domestic life

ok so like

kaede gets big depressed because duh your dad just got murdered by his partner

and she rlly misses him and wished she was more understanding back then. she wished she spent more time w him back when he was alive

but it’s too late now and that makes her big depressed

so i feel like for the first few weeks/months after her father’s death, kaede wouldn’t go to school?? and i feel like her grandmother would understand and just like

not pester her about it and let her sort out her emotions first before talking to kaede about the elephant in the room

but also like, the school board also agrees to wait it out because the parents are kinda iffy about what has transpired

to be fair, oriental town is probably one of those small towns where everyone knows each other? so the parents/adults who know kotetsu are like??? kotetsu wouldn’t kill a person??

but the children who are more connected to the media and don’t know him personally believe that kotetsu murdered someone and deserved to be “arrested”? because why would you doubt hero tv and the heroes, they’re the good guys after all.

so when kaede found it within herself to finally go back to school, she has a rude awakening and learns that words travel fast in a small community

the other kids, not knowing any better, believed that kotetsu is a criminal w their whole chest and started all kinds of rumours on kaede

when she went to class she was greeted w her desk being pushed far away from the rest of the class, the other students steering clear from her

all sorts of nasty things were carved/marked with a sharpie on her locker and table—some others stuck paper with w the word “murderer” on it

kaede lost most of her friends and the rest of the classmates avoided her like the plague as they say vile things about her and her father

« look she’s back »

they don’t even try to hide the fact or bother to mask their voice and speak in a hushed whisper.

« they said her father killed someone, who knows what she could do »

so kaede hears everything.

« don’t get close to her, or we might end up finding your body in a ditch »

kaede doesn’t follow through, but sometimes she thinks about running away from school to escape the bullying.

« come to think of it, she was always weird wasn’t she? she’s so creepy! »

maybe at some point it gets so disruptive that kaede can’t have a functional or healthy school life due to the constant harassment and alienation, so the school board agreed to let kaede do the rest of the year through online classes or homeschooling

in a way this works out very well for kaede, because it allows her more freetime to do vigilante stuff and she gets to avoid people’s gaze.

she’s grown to dislike them, the scornful gaze of her peers and the pity from the adults.

the student’s parents always come to apologise to her, but for some reason their pity infuriates her to no end.

sadly this means that kaede isn’t as cheerful as before and becomes more closed off and reserved :(

kaede would continue to do ice skating tho

because it’s her passion

but also because she’s obstinate like that

« oh the others don’t want me here? they hate me?? they think i don’t belong on the ice??? they can go stick it, i’m gonna be amazing out of spite! »

at home kaede becomes even more protective over her grandmother, as seeing as she’s being homeschooled means she gets to spend more time w her and help her out with the housework

idk the blue flames could be handy for doing housework

oh the stove won’t light up? oh you’re gonna go get a different lighter? nice this is a convenient time to use my next power to spark the stove! when grandma is back kaede is just like « look i got it to light up, guess u didn’t have to go through all that trouble huh? » :D

since the fire doesn’t burn indiscriminately, could she, theoretically, control the heat/where it burns to make laundry dry faster???

kaede nearly gets a heart attack seeing the new scarecrow for grandma’s cabbage patch, but turns out she just found kaede’s vigilante costume laying around and didn’t think twice about it

bonus points of grandma uses lunatic himself as a scarecrow

lunatic would make an incredible scarecrow fight me

despite not being able to retrieve kotetsu’s body to bury him with tomoe, kaede often visits their family grave and the shrine in kotetsu’s room and bring them flowers.

she knows she’s just talking to air, but she likes to recount her day to her parents. about whatever she’s up to, and keeping them updated on everyone’s condition: grandma and uncle are doing well. grandma is still healthy thank god, while uncle sometimes like to joke about how his store is terribly quiet now without kotetsu around.

she tells them the whole truth, how she found lunatic and was going to avenge her father. that she was going to prove his innocence to everyone, if it was the last thing she’ll ever do.

in a bittersweet way, it comforts her somewhat that her father is finally with his wife again and that they’re both watching over her.

of next powers and secret identities

to this day, kaede is the only one who knows about yuri’s secret identity

they’re both complicit in this secret matter

schemes

this continues even after the endings

even if she became a hero she’d refuse to reveal lunatic’s real identity

it’s a matter of principle

she will always hold a great deal of respect for her mentor

schemes

on another note, i’m fixing kaede’s next power because it’s too broken and is kinda inconvenient lmao: in this au she needs actual skin-to-skin contact to assimilate someone else’s next power, so if the individual is wearing gloves or touching clothes it won’t work.

adding on to this, kaede starts wearing gloves when she’s up and about so that she can limit the amount of nexts she may unknowingly make contact with and keep her current ability [blue fire].

the power would be super useful tho. like you can make yourself disappear into a puff of flames,,, so theoretically if kaede finds herself in a situation she’d rather not be in she can just ghost you irl

« y’all ugly. boom. »

remember how kaede’s room is filled to the brim w barnaby merch???

great for target practice and for letting out your anger

also to dramatically scribble out the eyes in black sharpie to get the revenge girl aesthetic

oh man she’ll probably be sad that she snipped her father off from that one picture with barnaby

in that regard her attitude towards bunny will take a complete 180

she used to think the world of him, but now all she thinks about is crushing him under her heel

also, i know she’d imitate lunatic’s whole speech thing, but what if she repeated her father’s catchphrase to provoke barnaby?

also in homage of her dad ofc

« it’s time to let out a wild roar! »

*strikes pose*

*angery barnaby noises*

what if as time goes on it gets increasingly harder and harder to hide the fact that kaede is a vigilante.

like at first, her family is like “oh she’s grieving in her own way, let’s give her some space” and they’re surprised by how well kaede is taking it because she’s so calm, even if she’s more distant

while kaede sneaks out at night to start shit

and her grandmother starts to notice how she seems more alert and jumpy, or sleep deprived. how kaede seemed to be hiding bruises and injuries, and tries to clean her wounds herself late at night.

when asked kaede would deny everything and say she doesn’t use her next powers anymore because it freaks her out

but grandma is suss

she concerned for her granddaughter

maybe she doesn’t know about kaede’s secret identity but maybe she finds out she’s been meeting with yuri

a grandma beats up a man in his late 20s-mid 30s on live television

maybe at some point the heroes learn kaede’s real age, or assume correctly that she’s barely a teen and they’re like

is lunatic forcing you to do this ?

you don’t have to do something you don’t want to

it’s not too late for you if you give up

when rlly this was all kaede’s choice in the first place, not even lunatic’s

and that assumption rlly makes kaede angry, because their inactivity led to her father’s death and forced her hands

so it’s not their place to act like they’re concerned for her and her safety

just rlly distrust and dislike the heroes

has a strong disdain for them

real talk, but kaede doesn’t know that the heroes were brainwashed. that’s why she’s able to be so ruthless against them, because she thinks they’re evil and working for some big conspiracy while playing a helpful and friendly front.

but when/if she does learn the truth? the kotetsu factor jumps out.

they aren’t acting as if they were the good guys, they rlly think that they are because to them they just took out another criminal and not their longtime friend.

she’ll have an inner conflict. because on one hand, the heroes don’t know any better and are being manipulated so it would be cruel to punish them so harshly. on the other hand, they got her dad killed and for that she wants to inflict them as much pain and grief as they have caused her.

the kotetsu factor would keep her going tho. now she’s determined to not only clear her father’s name, but also restore everyone’s memory, because it’s the right thing to do.

but now everytime she has to face them and fight, she feels a slight hesitancy and feels sorry for them.

mayhaps blue rose as double agent ???

origami got big double agent potential, but he wasn’t having any of kotetsu’s shit so alas

another important character we gotta talk about: h-01

hear me out

so the android isn’t built with a voice box so it can’t speak. it don’t got any acoustics. but because of maverick’s brainwashing, when the heroes talk to the empty air they hear “tiger’s” response, which is purely borne from their own psychosis.

h-01: …

barnaby: perfect idea tiger, you can cover me

rock bison: who is that guy?

h-01: …

rock bison: yeah they look very suspicious to me too…

h-01: …

barnaby: i know!

anyway, it’s very weird and surreal to watch

just the heroes having a very one sided conversation

lunatic and kaede don’t know what to make of it and finds it really bizarre, because they know the android isn’t saying anything at all

yet the heroes are convinced he’s communicating with them

so maybe if kaede manages to restore someone’s memory, they start to notice that “tiger” doesn’t actually talk. he never did this whole time.

and it gets hard to come up with a response and pretend he answered them.

the restored heroes also find it super creepy how it’s just silent and watching, how the others seem to think that the robot can speak.

maybe this will cause some suspicion amongst the heroes (who will brush it off) and maverick, and the restored hero will have to pretend to still be brainwashed to not get manipulated a second time

basically h-01 is creepy and just generally not fun to be around

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ghostfacesvalentine · 5 years

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Back so soon? ( Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader )

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A lil mention of nsfw, some cursing, not much tbh.

Type: One shot

Request: billy loomix x reader and they've been dating for months now and she keeps almost telling him i love you and the waiting for it gets on his nerves until he finally says it first? thank you!!!

Word Count: 1,622

Prompt: Billy says I love you first.

Notes: I hope you enjoyed this! I had fun, still a lil insecure in my writing but this is all for fun! Billy makes me soft UWU

You’ve been dating Billy for several months, it hadn’t even felt like a long time, the excitement was still vibrant.

You could say you were still stiff in the honeymoon phase, you’d spend plentiful time together, going out on movie dates, laying out on the grass near a lake at the park, going out to eat or just walking around various stores, whatever you felt like doing.

Billy was always making sure you were satisfied to say the least, learning to pick up on your body language, when you were uncomfortable, when you were annoyed, when you were scared, when something made you feel good, when something made you laugh, he was always watching you intently on your reactions.

Expressing your love was quite the challenge for you, you had little to no experience in the dating scene, while Billy had plentiful more than you, which only made you more nervous.

You were a newbie at this, but something about Billy captivated you, the way he seemed to always step in when you needed him most, always making sure you were safe, he was a bit of a helicopter boyfriend, but you didn’t mind.

Actually you were growing to like it, a lot.

You were feeling significantly less lonely with Billy around, but you were still nervous. Surely he must’ve picked up on you inexperience, or maybe he didn’t.

Sometimes he’d pull you in for a kiss, which you would happily partake in, but when he seemed to crave more, your body would shut down. You were attracted to Billy, you knew you were, but you also knew you were dreadfully anxious, never letting him get more than two or three kisses out of you in one sitting.

The most you’ve ever gotten carried away was one night when your parents weren’t home, Billy came over, you both hid away in your room, watching horror movies under your blankets and pillows, when Billy kissed your cheek.

You turned to him and pressed your lips against his, he then took the liberty to hoist you slowly onto his lap, you barely started parting your lips until it was too much for you, shaking, your breathing getting cut short rather quickly.

Billy took note of this then turning you over and laying you on your back and slowly laying himself next to you while sighing softly apologizing for his overstepping, but you slid up with your back against the headboard assuring him he didn’t do anything wrong.

He didn’t argue with your attempt to soothe him, but he still never tried to make a move on you again, instead allowing you to take the lead.

Which was a terrible idea, but you were too embarrassed to admit what you were feeling and why you were behaving in this manner.

Tonight you had a date with Billy, he suggested a nice place to get some Thai food, which you were excited for, well anything he suggested seemed like the a fun thing to do.

Neither of you were ever much for the elegant dates, Billy told you not to worry about dressing up, it would just be one of your casual dates, which you followed his suggestions, dressing yourself in a cozy outfit, you peaked in the mirror fixing some of your loose strands of hair and shifting your shirt around to look and feel comfortable.

As you heard a car pull up in your driveway, you peaked through your blinds, seeing your boyfriends familiar car. You then pulled away and made your way towards your door, Billy met you halfway, greeting you with a soft squeeze.

He kissed your forehead as he usually did, looking down to you as you looked up to him, his lips formed into a small smile, never looking away from you, like he wanted to remember this moment and every moment always.

Endless hours of laughter, soft touches, subtle kisses, all came to end where it first began, right at path to your doorstep. You dreaded these moments of silence, knowing it should be filled with I love yous, all replaced with the serenity of the night and sometimes if you were brave, comments of how much fun you had.

Tonight was no different, Billy locked his fingers with yours, looking to you as you came to a stopping point, he would occasionally wait for you to say something, sometimes you would, sometimes you wouldn’t.

You couldn’t help it, you were nervous. You really liked Billy, hell, you loved him, you may not have as much experience in dating, but you gather up some kind of grip as to how you felt.

There you both stood, under the blanket of the night with twinkling stars to be seen in the distance if you focused long enough, small winds breezing their way through, evidence they were there were displayed through Billy’s moving strands of hair swaying soothingly.

You could tell he was anticipating something, you knew exactly what he was waiting for, and though it felt right, you just couldn’t bring yourself to give it to him, much less talk to him about it.

What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he thought you were moving too soon? So many what ifs disheveled in your mind.

“I had fun.” You broke the silence with words neither you or him wanted to hear. Billy smiled to you in a defeated manner, followed by nodding as he looked down to the pavement. You felt your stomach churn at his reaction “Yeah, I did too.” He replied in a soft tone, he was conflicted, not knowing whether to lay it all out on the table or just wait until you’re more comfortable.

He chose to wait, kissing your forehead softly, you held your breath as he did so, maybe you could just drop it then, but he didn’t even wait, instead he whispered a goodnight, then following the path back to his car.

You stood there for a minute, arguing with yourself internally to go after him, but the thinking it’d be better to save it for a different occasion.

Was it a big deal? Maybe not, but it was for you.

A few hours had passed, you were in your room, knees brought up to your chest, you kept replaying what just happened, wondering if he was upset with you. Did you mess up? Probably.

You were so frustrated with yourself.

Sitting there listening to the radio shoo away the dead silence, you told yourself you’d make yourself admit how you felt tomorrow. No more running, avoiding or hiding this. What if something happened to you or him? And he’d never know how you felt because you were too insecure to admit it.

If he didn’t feel the same way, then you could just cut it off right there, which that made you nervous of course you didn’t want to end it with Billy, never in a million years.

It was then you heard some rustling in the trees, which frightened you at first, a pair of hands then gripped onto the frame of your window, it was Billy.

You let out a sigh of relief, not knowing how to react, you were in your pj’s, fresh face, ready to go to bed, Billy however was still in what he was wearing earlier, a white t shirt, presumably the same jeans and shoes.

“(Y/N)” He breathed out, a dorky smile came across his face, it was then that you craved to tell him you loved him. “Billy.” You responded with a soft giggle, swinging your legs over to the other side of the bed, you shuffled over to him, pulling him in through the small window (in comparison to his size, you could easily slide in and out the frame, he, however needed some help.)

You brought your index finger towards your lips, hushing him from making too much noise, your folks were scattered around the downstairs. You leaped over towards your door, locking it to avoid anyone interrupting your unexpected guest.

Billy seemed to be beaming, only to see you, you looked back to him “What are you doing here Billy, back so soon?” You grinned deviously, teasing him was one of favorite things to do.

“You know I can’t get enough of you.” He chuckled quietly, matching your volume level. Your cheeks then warmed up “Billy.” You whined in a careful tone.

“(Y/N).” He interrupted, walking forward to lead you towards the end of your bed, as the back of your legs hit the end, you had no other option than to sit down, looking up to him.

Confusion was written all across your face as he got down to your level, bringing himself to both of his knees, looking at you directly, his dark brown eyes mesmerizing you as always, you didn’t even notice he took both of your hands in his.

He was rubbing small circles across the back part of hands, while keeping his gaze on you. “(Y/N.) I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t keep it from you, I love you.”

There was then a pause.

You looked at Billy and though he didn’t explicitly show it, he was nervous, not knowing what you would say or how you’d interact, but it didn’t take long for you to breathe a sigh of relief, you leaned in to kiss him, to which he immediately kissed back, wrapping his arms around you.

You felt your heart thumping against your chest, you were sure his was as well, although it was only a few seconds, it felt like a sweet forever moment.

“Billy-” you whispered out of breath “I love you too.”

#Billy Loomis #Billy Loomis x Reader #Billy Loomis One shot #Billy Loomis Imagine

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ninaxmikkelsen · 3 years

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TASK 002 - CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QS

x nina mikkelsen.x

TW: violence, anxiety & murder

what are 3 flaws your character has? first and foremost, she’s so undeniable scared and anxious of every little thing, which is understandably. nina’s also a little emotionally immature. she really wants to be loved and cared for. she’s a hopeless romantic, or at least she wants to be, but she’s so scared of letting anyone come that close, into the reality of her situation. so she ices people out from getting too deep. and finally, she’s got quite the temper when it comes to certain things, specifically work related. though it comes out as bursts of frustration rather than anger..

what are 3 insecurities your character has? well, her biggest insecurity is her entire personality. which to most would be strange aspect to feel so insecure of, but for nina; she doesn’t even know who the fuck she is anymore. most days she feels like a mime that takes attributes from others and makes it into her own after lying for such a long time, and that hope of rose sondersby being in there, has long gone. so she’s left feeling like an empty bullet casing that just witnessed a violent crime and was left empty afterwards. her other insecurities stem from not feeling like enough, so she’ll overcompensate for that, as child she was an overachiever and even then, her mother never showed any affection towards her. somewhat related is that feeling of not being experienced in a regular life, like little things just seem bizarre to her.

what is something your character is most proud of? nina is most proud of actually being alive, even if she’s not doing much living. just given the prior circumstances, she’s so incredibly lucky to be alive. so her most admirable trait is that will to live, to survive and stand against injustice, which came with a great personal cost that has tested her above and beyond, so that’s what she’s most proud of being durable in a complex situation.

where does your character feel most comfortable? she feels most comfortable alone at home, in the lanes. perhaps a pile of work to do or something to keep her mind busy. also, some bad television is often involved.

where do they feel most uncomfortable? during any sort of conflict, be it a mild disagreement or argument. she feels extremely uncomfortable if she’s not in the driving seat of the situation. so she’ll often storm out or go quiet if it gets a little to overwhelming.

what are some hobbies of your character? she doesn’t have any real hobbies, maybe chugging down on tequila? ha! can’t do that anymore. her work as florist serves a certain purpose by keeping her mind busy, but the only healthy way she emotes is by going outside for walks. strolling around town until anything that bothers her makes sense or she’s too tired to continue.

are they more extroverted or introverted? maybe a little mix of the two? i would say she’s an introvert that desperately wants to be an extrovert. so she’s much more comfortable being on her own because that’s what she knows ( and that’s a little bit out of fear of the unknown ). buuuut, she still wants to be around people, she in dyer need of any connections and feels the need to socialize.

does your character have any scars, how did they get them? so she has a few childhood scars, like most people do; mostly on her knuckles after being a rascal. the most recent scars are mainly on her back and upper body after getting violently scratched by branches and debris when she escaped the first safe house which had been compromised. there are multiple little scars, so she avoids anything too revealing and often opts for turtle necks. something that could be perceived as conservative fashion.

what is/was your character’s relationship like with their mother and/or father? nina has never met her father, and actually believes that he’s passed away before she was even born. even if there’s no evidence to back up that claim. the relationship with her mother is so complicated to say the least, they haven’t spoken since the incident that led to her arrival to san amore which was 8 years ago. as a child, she played the part of being the perfect daughter and dutifully followed her mother’s directives to a tee. nina even looked up to her mother at one point, but ended up resenting her for not ever being there for her. so now, as ugly as it is, her mother’s dead to her.

have they any siblings, if so, do they get along? no siblings.

has your character ever had a reoccuring dream or nightmare, what happened? nina has struggled with restless nights for a very long time and is never quite rested. mostly due to the nightmares she experiences, it could be a replay of events that have happened or more recently she’s had a reoccurring dream of being chased by a dark looming figure which wakes her up dead in the night sweating bullets.

what qualities does your character look for in a friend? friendships for nina aren’t really planned out, they just happen on their own. that being said, the biggest thing she actually does seek out in connections with someone, is that they’re not the prying type or ask too many questions. it’s important that they have a similar humor. so something that just feels natural and easy to be around.

what qualities does your character dislike in others? narcissist is big no or anyone that pokes her temper, constantly and on purpose. it’s a long thread until she’ll get fed up but once she does, she’ll ice them out. also, clinginess is a major dislike. as an introvert ( with extroverted traits. ) she can’t handle being with someone 24/7 and their source of entertainment. then of course, the obvious; she does not like nosiness.

how does your character react to confrontation - are they a fight or flight? definitely flight and that’s been proven in the past. it’s the sole reason behind her being alive, because in that fight, flight or freeze moment; she chose to run. that had a heavy cost on her mental well being because she could’ve maybe kept one of the officers at the previous safe house alive if she had stayed, but then would’ve lost her own life. so it’s this survivor guilt that’s lingering always in the back of her head.

how easy or difficult does your character find it to say ‘i love you’ to someone? very difficultly, that’s something she’s never had to utter before since she’s stayed far away from any romantic / close friendships. she did love valerie though, as a person and a friend which is quite heartbreaking.

have they ever said ‘i love you’ without meaning it? no, never!

what does your character believe will happen to them after they die? are they in fear of this belief? there isn’t a lot of fear of death itself for nina, or what happens afterwards. it’s the fear of dying before she’s done her purpose and having an opportunity at living a life without the restraints that it currently has.

how does your character react toward children? well, she refers to them as little devil spawns which is not great. as a child, she hated kids and she’s never had to be around children, being an only child. so there was never really exposure to what wonders children can bring into life. though that’s about to change real soon.( hehehe.. she might be pregnant )

does your character have any fears? if so, what are they? SO MANY. this could be an essay tbh! most, if not all of her fears stem from one thing and that’s illya. he has inflected so much fear and uncertainty into her life that it scares so much. also, blowing her identity is a very real fear of hers and where she has to be careful in normal day to day life not to make one wrong move.

if your character could relive one memory they have, which would they choose and why? if she could go back and relive on memory, it’d be the night that everything turned upside down and not for the reason one might think. nina would want to go to the beginning of the night. where everything was so exciting and thrilling with valerie. maybe to just take a peak into her old self, the old naivety of the world she had and get an idea who she once was.

#amore:task002 #( this took me forever! )#( also idk how to edit headers bc i suck buuut hopefully this looks ok )

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utopianvoices · 5 years

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dating au | k.hongjoong

⤗ check my masterlist for other members!

how he acts around you

the dumbest tbh

will say the dumbest most stupidest things when you’re around because he just gets so nervous

and blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind

especially when you’re left alone with him

“bRB i gotta go feed my pet cactus.”

actually really really wants to spend so much time with you bcs he’s practically in love with you

but is constantly worried he’ll say stupid things and that he’ll never get a chance with you because who likes dumbasses

you

the members definitely know that he likes you

tbh i think the whole world knows he likes you

except for you ofc

because we need this obliviousness for the plot

how he confesses

with the possibility that you don’t find out about his crush on you

boy’s gonna be extra af and compose a song for you

because that’s what he was made for

to produce bops and to love you

his two main purposes in life

will spend hours in the studio thinking about all the time you spent together and will write pages and pages of lyrics

gets the song done quite fast too

stares at your chat for hours thinking of what he should send you

finally seonghwa gets irritated and snatches his phone, types something, and hits send, before throwing the phone back to hongjoong

will check his phone in horror

“can you come over to the studio at around 8pm? the one near the fountain.”

okay maybe it wasn’t too bad.... and it was the best thing he could’ve said without having to worry too much

let’s all thank park seonghwa for doing god’s work

almost drops his phone when he receives a reply from you

“sure! i’ll be there.”

can’t stop smiling at his phone

but as the time reaches 8pm boy will be a mess

frantically cleans the studio and dusts the place

arranges all the chair properly and even cleans up his desktop

you know, just in case

jumps when he hears a knock on the studio door at 8pm sharp

and rushes over to open the door for you

greets you and guides you over to the chair that was set up beside his producing chair

you are: confused

“i-i produced something and was wondering if you could check it out for me?”

..... hold uP

kim hongjoong asking you for music advice?????

you were sure pigs were flying outside the window

but either ways you agreed

of course

what were you going to say? no?

anyways

he clicks the mouse a few times and pauses right before hitting the play button

sensing his hesitation, you look at him, and see him taking a deep breath before looking at you

instinctively you shoot him a smile, seemingly relaxing him and soon the room is filled with a soft guitar sound

you were surprised at first—ateez songs usually didn’t sound like that—but you decided that he was trying something new, so you just enjoyed the song

that’s when you heard the lyrics

and they sounded very familiar...... almost as if you had gone through them with him

you turn slowly towards hongjoong, mouth slightly open as you see him smiling nervously at you, finally realising what was going on

your crush made a song for you

and he likes you bACK

it turns sappy real fast, let’s be honest

there’s tears streaming down your face because who wouldn’t cry

the memories the lyrics brought back were overwhelmingly precious and you couldn’t help but be emotional

and seeing you cry makes him cry

soon it’s a crying mess

as the song ends, you throw yourself onto him, clinging onto him tightly

“that was so beautiful. i like you too joong. so so much.”

he hugs you back equally as tight, basking in the moment, thankful that you liked him back

first date

i highkey wanna say studio date but that’d happen later on in the relationship

for a first date tho, this korean big minion will bring you for a picnic!

with home-cooked food and everything

obviously he didn’t cook it..... he begged seonghwa and wooyoung to help him put together some simple food

he was aiming to impress

finds a place under the shade and lays the mat down, while you help lay the food and drinks on the mat

y’all get comfortable and start eating, exchanging words here and there, the occasional giggle escaping you when you see food that was stuck at the side of his mouth

after you’re done eating, y’all just lay on the mat, side by side, arms touching, and talk about everything under the sun

quite literally

as your conversation progresses he’ll build up the courage to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours, heart beating a million beats per second

almost dies of relief when you intertwine them back tightly, his thumb automatically rubbing the back of your hand

if it rains, he’ll quickly pack the things up while giving you his jacket so that you could cover yourself and get to a shelter first

just overall willing to put you first no matter the circumstance

would prefer to fall sick himself rather than seeing you go through the pain of sickness

whipped culture

first kiss

so cliche

you were on your fifth or sixth date at the local coffee shop close to hongjoong’s studio

he had been really busy, and you were fine with leaving him alone

but he wasn’t

found the small loophole he had in his schedule and immediately made plans with you at his favourite place

you were halfway through your simple date, with him telling you all the things that had happened throughout the times you were not together

and you intently listening because that is the key to a good relationship everybody

you take a sip of your drink, so immersed in his words that you don’t realise the little blotch of whip cream that was sitting right at the corner of your lip

but hongjoong did

immediately breaks out into a smile, wondering how you managed to be so cute even with whipped cream on your face, as he reaches for the napkin laying beside his drink

you watch him cluelessly, wondering what was going on

until he reaches towards you with the napkin

well damn...... you just made a fool out of yourself

except you didn’t because he found you cute as fuck

but anyways

leans over the table and gets close to your face to wipe the cream off

and you can’t help but stare at him as he does so

clearly it was doing Things to his heart

unconsciously moves his face closer to you, eyes flickering down towards your lips and back up so fast that you would have missed it hadn’t you been staring at him

a loud bang from somewhere in the shop jerks the both of you back to your senses, hongjoong immediately retracting his face and you feeling your face heat up from the moment you just shared

he mumbles something under his breath and passes you the napkin, looking everywhere but you, as the almost-kiss replayed in his head over and over again

the rest of the time at the cafe was spent in a slightly awkward setting, neither of you knowing what to say after that little incident

when you’re done, you walk him back to the studio, your hands making contact every once in a while

you finally reach the studio and say your goodbyes to him, giving him a lingering hug

as you pull away, you realise that hongjoong’s arms were still snaked around your waist, trapping you in between him and his arms, your hands resting comfortably around his neck

stares at you for a few seconds before going in for a kiss

no warning

nothing

zilch

nada

as he pulls away slightly, forehead resting on yours, he lets out a small chuckle

“should’ve done that at the cafe.”

safe to say he gave you a few more kisses before unwillingly parting ways with you

first fight

doesn’t really happen until very far into your relationship, when you’re 100% comfortable with one another

it’s all just really bad timing

you’d be over at his place, complains piling from the other members that he was overworking himself to the point of exhaustion

and that he hadn’t been taking good care of himself

you would initially go over to make sure he’s eating his meals properly and was getting enough rest

but when you saw him you knew that he definitely wasn’t getting enough rest or food

“you really need to start taking care of yourself, joong.”

“i know, it’s just that i really need to finish this soon.”

the conversation kind of escalates from there

because you’d be back a few hours later, and he’d still be glued to his computer at the same position

seeing this, your worry turns to frustration and you start to nag at him to take better care of himself

and he just bursts

all the stress from deadlines, producing, and just generally everything, comes pouring out on you

and he wasn’t in the right mind to care about the words he was using as well

you’re shocked at his words, but instead of walking away, you argue back, prolonging the argument

tbh the argument doesn’t stop till one of you gets your head straight and decides to talk civilly about things

sometimes it’s you, but most of the time it’s him

it’s just in him, as a leader, to separate the rational and irrational part of his brain and try to set things straight properly

after the fight you both just cuddle and promise each other that you’ll take better care of yourself and be more understanding

favourite things to do together

will really enjoy working on songs with you around

firstly because you know when to get him to stop and take a break before he passes out in front of the computer

secondly because it just gives him a sense of peace

whether you’re doing your own work beside or dozing off in his lap

he’ll give anything to spend the day with you at the studio, although no words need to be spoken

is way more productive with you around

can finish his work twice as fast sometimes and it just gives him that much more satisfaction

doesn’t know it at the beginning, but he slowly comes to the realisation that you’re his muse and that just by being with you gives him utmost happiness

general affection

similar to seonghwa, wouldn’t initiate cuddles often

but if you were to show any signs of wanting to cuddle, is instantly by your side

his favourite is to usually cuddle with you on the sofa that was placed against the wall of his studio

it was definitely not big enough for the two of you, so you’d practically be lying on top of him, while he softly plays with your hair

cuddling time is prime time for deep talks

will talk about his day while y’all are cuddling and will share any worries he has

it’s the time when he’s the most vulnerable, so he might shed a few tears if he was feeling really stressed out

loves it when you run your hands up and down his arms—it was like his personal comfort

prefers to be the big spoon because our boy wants to protecc

but definitely wouldn’t mind being babied sometimes

being the leader of seven crackheads isn’t an easy feat and these are the times he feels like he can be stripped off his leader role and just be a normal boy in the arms of his lover

loves to kiss you everywhere including your face while you’re cuddling

your hands, shoulder, neck, even your fingers

just takes the time to admire every part of you and will always go to sleep with a smile after doing this

on normal days, wouldn’t really feel the need to be physically close to you because he’s so busy with producing

but once he’s done, you have a whiny baby on your hands

will not rest till he gets at least five kisses from you

and not just pecks

it has to be proper kisses

will shake his head and say that it doesn’t count as a kiss if you just peck him on the lips

you’d think that make out sessions were rare with how busy he was but oh boy are we wrong

his go-to when he’s feeling too stressed is kissing you so buckle up and prepare for a long ride when he comes straight for you after slamming the studio door open

will be really gently though

it’s like kissing you helps him get his focus back, as much as that doesn’t make sense

but what even makes sense in love

feels much more rejuvenated after your little session, and he’s back to the studio, more inspired than ever

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #kim hongjoong imagines #kim hongjoong scenarios #kim hongjoong #dating au series #dee scribbles #this was meh sdfjdsdh #i hoped it'd have turned out better #but this is the best i can do for now hhh #writer's block sucks

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firjii · 5 years

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Okay I know it's an old game so I'll stfu about it after this, but even about a week after finishing it, honestly I'm?? so conflicted?? about Rise of the Tomb Raider in general.

Under a cut because I got random and rambly and a bit long and I know not everyone cares about this game/series.

Disclaimer: this was my first Tomb Raider game, I played it on easy, I didn’t do optional tombs, and I mostly played it for the story.

I still really don't know how to sum this game up. I wanted a shorter outing to make up for the enormously enjoyable but enormously long AC Odyssey that I finished a few weeks ago. I wasn't quite counting on such a steep learning curve for gameplay mechanics, but I also didn't expect to like the plot as much as I did.

The more I raged, the more intrigued I was to push on through for the story. The more I hated the survivalist aspects, the more I was motivated to finish up a mission with sheer luck in the hope of another character conversation. I can't say it's become a favorite game, but I also won't forget it. I didn't come away from this one impulsively wanting to play others in the series or even wanting to immediately replay this one, and yet despite a fairly conventional plot, it still hit me with the Ow My Feels(tm) factor.

I suspect that the jarring or weak points I found in it (gameplay and plot, respectively) were both due to the game being on the short side. Did it need to be a 50-hour game? Of course not, but the 20ish hours we got wasn't enough IMO. I've seen complaints about both characters and plot, but the writer in me says that almost all of the problems I found simply needed more time for explanation. I enjoyed what I saw - I just wished there was a lot more of it.

The environments are rad a.f. but it's not always that easy to stop and enjoy them because of combat, plot progression etc. The camera style adds to the suspenseful survivalist vibes but that's not a good thing if you're a nervous bean like me (also tbqf it set off my motion sickness more than a few times so the fact that I pushed through and finished shows just how curious I was about the characters/plot).

Since most of the story is set in Siberia, a lot of the settings deal with crumbing old Soviet facilities. Some of these are super grim, but I'm impressed that they included them because that's part of modern(ish) history and I would've been upset if they'd tried to portray them as anything else.

Most of the documents and codices are well worth the effort to find because they add some welcome texture and scope (plus they got dramatized VA treatment and that just felt really special to me). A few also add pretty important details to the plot, so they tread a weird line between "technically totally optional but you'll probably enjoy some of the game infinitely more if you bother with finding the damn things." And again, the amount of times I had to leave them behind during practical game progression because "fricking frick I barely have ammo left because I'm a crap shot and I just need to finish this fucking mission alive" was frustrating.

For me, the gameplay pacing was a bit repetitive just because there weren't really any "lite combat" moments - yes, there were calmer parts mixed in with the panicky ones, but if you're shooting at people, you're shooting at a LOT of them. Add to that the timed events like making it to the end of an actively collapsing bridge and I - go ahead and laugh - was actually physically fatigued at times.

I guessed a few big plot points long before they were revealed, but I didn't really mind, and maybe that was my writer tentacles feeling around and anticipating. The only real problem I saw was the sheer number of questions not only unanswered but unasked in the process. The writer in me wants to criticize it, but the gamer in me fully acknowledges that a) there are different kinds of games and stories in the world, and b) most games are ultimately rushed at some stage of production so tbh it's amazing that we EVER get coherent ones.

Some people have complained that the characters are underdeveloped. I do think that there was some missed potential, but that doesn't mean that what you DO see is a lack of development or bad writing (again, you can only do so much in a shortish game).

Sofia is among the rarest of breeds in media, a strong and self-sufficient woman who hasn’t paid for her competence through a huge onslaught of horrific trauma or by being cold. More depth would have been welcome, but to me, she felt like a complete thought as-is. Constantin starts out looking flat but develops into something reasonably intriguing by the end if you pay attention to the documents - but yet again, this was a case where he might have been far more in a longer game. Ditto his dynamic with Ana, who is ultimately driven by something easy to relate to but admittedly would need a lot more rounding out before I actually sympathized with her.

And then there’s Jacob - FREAKING JACOB. I don’t know about the rest of y'all, but he very much falls into one of my favorite fic archetypes: people who never stopped trying their best but are so haunted by tough choices in their past that they’re terrified of allowing themselves a moment of happiness. Between the VA and the animations, I was - to put it quite simply - mesmerized. I can’t say I was surprised about what happens to him, but it still felt like some pretty cheap pantsing to me, like the devs had said “ok we made this neat char with possibly a lot of potential if we continue to treat him sensitively, but this has to be a self-contained story so uhhh lol bye.” Weirdly, the fact that it’s easy to predict what will happen to him wasn’t a total writeoff for me because the slow-building dread felt like a vague glimpse into Jacob’s mind.

And just ugh. Ugh. Everything that might have been, u feel?

#rise of the tomb raider #spoilers #(i guess?? i mean the game's oldish now but i'll do the courteous thing anyway)

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minbobs · 5 years

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Bad Guy

SUMMARY — you were the best recruit they had on the team, and they decided you were finally ready for your first job as an official officer, but your heart was bigger than your brain and ruined it all for you.

TYPE — criminal / officer au

PAIRING — lee jeno x reader

WARNINGS — jeno being an annoying little shit , robbery , idk bad shit , kinda sexual tbh

WORD COUNT — 4k

A/N — i apologise if there’s any mistakes, i haven’t read over and will probably forget to later.

you'd been training for this day for almost three years now, and you felt as if you were ready for it. you'd spent majority of your time learning the different procedures and techniques of law enforcement, what it meant to have leadership and how to show it, the defensive tactics you needed and many other things that took time and practice to completely understand and perfect. the amount of time you'd spent at the academy led to you slowly losing friends, only leaving mina, the other girl at the academy. however, the loss of friends didn't affect you, in a bad way at least. it motivated you to carry on, because it didn't matter about others, it was for you and you only.

when talking to other recruits, taeyong always used you as the prime example of what the perfect student at the academy should act like and look like; it may have caused people to somewhat dislike you for being so 'perfect', but if taeyong liked you then they also had to like you, because they'd get a lecture on how it's bad to despise your peers.

it was a wednesday morning, around eight thirty am when you'd received a phone call from the academy. you weren't supposed to be there that day, so you were still fast asleep in your warm, comfortable bed — the one thing that could possibly stop you from wanting to leave the house for training.

when the ringing started, you opened your eyes and sat up, stretching as far as possible to stretch every muscle to the point where it was satisfying. eyeing up the phone, you wondered if you should even pick it up, when you could really just lie down and go back to sleep, because you were asleep and it was a perfect excuse.

despite that thought, you yawned and grabbed the phone.

"hello?" you spoke sleepily, putting your head back down on your fluffy pillow, resting your eyes. you were so uninterested in the phone call already, that you almost fell asleep until you heard the voice on the other side.

"hello? this is y/n l/n isn't it?" the voice of taeyong asked, and you quickly rose from your bed and was immediately wide awake.

"uh, yes it is!" you spoke almost too enthusiastically, making you cringe. that'd definitely be on your mind later.

"i just called to say that we'd like you to come down the the station at around twelve pm. we have some important news to speak to you about, we hope to see you there." before you could get any words out, the call ended abruptly.

was it good news? was it bad news? the possibility could go from you getting your first mission on the team to getting kicked out. not to be too vain, but you could see it leaning more towards your first mission.

you had time, but you were way too excited to go back to sleep. finally, you left your bed with a small groan because you really didn't want to leave it, but there was really no point of you being in it so you should do something productive.

that's if you call mixing different cereals together in a bowl and eating it while watching the umbrella academy for the second time productive.

eventually, it reached eleven am, meaning you should probably get moving. so at that, you got up finally and changed into the uniform the academy had given you and grabbed your keys from the side. you'd only just gotten your drivers license, so you were still wary about driving. you didn’t actually want a car when you could just get mina to drive you places because she’s always free, but it was part of the job.

"we've decided that you're ready for your first job. we've been tracking down a group of young boys that have been going around to different stores and stealing a different assortment of items. they've even been caught on cctv threatening the store owners for the money in the tills. we have an idea about where abouts they are, and we need your help to find them." taeyong took a seat in his chair, and yours eyes widened from what he said.

"are you sure? what if i completely mess it up and don't find anything?" you asked and he gave a small smile.

"don't worry, this isn't like school y/n. you won't get in trouble for it. as your first job it'll make it much easier for jaehyun and i to give you pointers on what to do next time." you nodded, you felt less nervous from that. "but as officers, you get jobs whatever time, whenever. so unfortunately for you, you don't have enough time to prepare. the job is starting right now." he spoke and you almost felt like shouting at him — the nerves had one hundred percent come back.

all you did was say 'ok', before standing up to walk out of the door, going to one of the meeting rooms. before you had a chance to leave, taeyong spoke up.

"just, don't worry ok? we don't know if it's their actually hide out, so please don't feel upset with yourself if you don't find anything.

now you were in a car, of which mina was driving. she was basically your designated driver, you really didn't trust anyone else to drive you places; not even yourself yet.

"i don't understand why you're so nervous, taeyong told you not to worry and it's your first time doing something like this. if it makes you feel any better, i overheard taeyong and jaehyun and they said not even yuta could catch them. apparently they're really smart kids, i think they're around your age too." mina spoke, and you gave a sigh. yuta was the best at his job, and the idea of him not being able to catch a bunch of sixteen to twenty year olds.

when you arrived on the 'site', jaehyun, taeyong, yuta and a few others were already there.

"ah y/n! we're going to send you off with jaehyun down that way. you'll go down the right side of the building and he'll go down the left side. if you need help, use this." taeyong passed you a walkie, then walked off only leaving you with jaehyun and mina.

"remember what i said, you'll do good y/n i promise." mina whispered in your ear before walking off back to her car. being reassured by mina was nice and something you needed. all through your life since you've known her she's always reassured you and it's brought you to be who you are today; strongly disliked by most people, but it didn't hurt you in any way.

"come on, let's go." jaehyun said and you followed him to the building. it was quite small, not as big as all the others ones in the abandoned place. it was all wrecked, parts of the walls had collapsed and it seemed really unstable and unsafe to go inside — it was probably why they were only letting you go around the outside. "if you need anything, use the walkie. it's connected to mine and taeyong's." jaehyun walked off to his side of the building, leaving you by your used and with a fast beating heart.

you had completely forgotten these were actually criminals, these people had actually committed crimes and you'd only just remembered that. you'd left your thoughts finally, and had a feeling you had eyes on you, you thought that maybe jaehyun was still here secretly, but when you looked the person standing around the corner definitely wasn't jaehyun. when they noticed you saw them, they quickly went back around the corner.

you breathed in deeply and closed your eyes, replaying everything you'd learnt in your head, every single piece of information you remembered, you felt ready. so you walked with a hand on your gun in your pocket just in case. the closer you got to the corner, you were starting to think about backing out, and just saying you didn't find anything. but you knew that was wrong, and you couldn't do it.

as you turned the corner of the building, you were pressed up against the wall, and a hand over your mouth; your arms were pressed behind your hands so you could reach for the walkie to even get anyone's attention. the person in front of you had black hair parted in the middle — you couldn't lie by saying he wasn't the most beautiful human being you'd ever seen.

"please, please don't tell them you found us. please, i'm begging you." he whimpered, his eyes beginning to water. you started to become less tense, and you were starting to feel some sort of sympathy. he removed his hand off you mouth, and you gave him a glare.

"why shouldn't i? you've been stealing from stores and threatening people. you should be in jail." you tried to push his arms off you, but he was clearly much stronger than you, and you were starting to feel fear.

"we only do it because we don't have anything else, just leave us be. i promise that if you ever find us again, we'll let you take us." he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were becoming teary. he was a criminal, and he shouldn't be forgiven, but you had a weak heart and you were starting to realise, maybe you just weren't fit for this job.

"go." you spoke almost emotionally, and you looked down in guilt thinking about how taeyong would feel if he found about this — his best student let him down, on purpose. you didn't even try hard.

"thank you so much." he mumbled, then ran off down the side of the building. i sighed, wiping the sweat from my forehead, that wasn't even the worst something could have been.

"did she fall for it? dude, if she did i'm signing you up as an actor, because you just tricked a cop into having sympathy for you." jaemin jumped over the ripped up couch they had in what they would call a living room. jaemin was one of the boys that usually stayed put, he would be the one flirting with the store owner while some of the others stole whatever they needed.

"of course she did, i really deserve an oscar, i even fake cried. it was quite easy to be honest, because it wasn't leader boy taeyong or their 'best cop' yuta, what cop doesn't know how to chase down a bunch of teens? i think she was new, i haven't seen her before." the boys had been in trouble with the police on multiple occasions, at this point they were now the main criminals the police were after.

a bunch of young boys they just wanted to spend their life in the most adventurous way.

"you probably scared the poor girl to death, you really could've just pretended you were a random guy walking around, this place isn't blocked off. because now she knows what you look like, well done." renjun rolled his eyes, eating a packet of doritos that they'd recently stolen from one of the stores.

renjun didn't really do much to do with the boys, he just took care of them all. he cooked for them with the help of jaemin, he made sure they felt safe where they were. all because he was scared of losing them.

"they're invading our privacy, i'd just say were six, innocent boys that got kicked out of our parents houses because they didn't care about us." renjun rolled his eyes at donghyuck's response, the orange haired boy looked like the fluffiest person alive, but he really wasn't — he was the most dangerous one of the group, the one who was treated the worst. he wasn't scared to go up to someone and threaten them, hurt them. and that scared the others too.

"renjun where are the other doritos, i swear we took more than one packet." jisung walked into the room, smiling when he finally saw jeno was back. jisung was a lookout, he stayed at their, well home, watching out for any people and jeno was the first to leave to lead them away when jisung was worrying over the police outside.

honestly, jeno really could not care less if he went to prison, but there was no way he could leave his friends behind and be split from them because it would have broke him.

"i ate it, sorry." chenle giggled, running away as jisung ran after him shouting over the face he claimed that packet.

"i kinda feel bad about it you know? it was easy to get rid of her, but she was new clearly and probably trained for that shit for years, and i just ruined it for her." he mumbled, taking a seat and taking a deep breath. jaemin patted his back with a smile on his face.

"well you did it buddy, we're proud of you." renjun stood up whispering 'it was a stupid decision' under his breath. renjun really hated the way they did things, but he knew it was the way they survived, and he was already in a bad mood today after jaemin and donghyuck had a bad argument of which he had to spend time sorting out.

"i guess i'll just have to hope i don't have to do that again."

when you got back, you told taeyong you hadn't found anything and the whole place was abandoned, that one comment had threw off the whole job because they decided to search in other places on the other side of town, where the group of boys weren't set.

it had been a couple of days since then, and everything was starting to get messy for you. you couldn't concentrate nor could you sleep at night thinking about the boy you'd encountered. you'd learnt so much about how important it was to check people's body language, but you hadn't once looked at him below his face because he scared you. you weren't fit to go against criminals.

one night, you decided to just go on a little walk in hope that it would calm you down a little bit. grabbing your coat, you walked outside and breathed in the fresh air. it was late at night, maybe around eleven pm. when you still lived with your parents, you used to sneak out a lot when you were younger for these types of walks. you used to go to the same park every time but you moved farm far away from there and it saddened you that you couldn't go there now — you would've been a lot calmer there instead of walking down the streets walking past closing shops, making it become slightly darker as the light from the shops were off.

behind you, light footsteps were heard and you swallowed the lump in your throat, starting to walk faster. looking around, you looked for any signs of open shops you could go in but there was nothing. everything was closed. you brought up the courage to turn around, and noticed an extremely tall man behind you.

"are you following me?" you asked and he gave a small smirk, yeah, he was definitely following you. "are you going to answer or not? i don't have time for this."

"i just couldn't help myself, you just looked so delicious." you gagged at his words, you almost laughed. it was disguising, he looked disgusting, his teeth were pure yellow and his clothes were ripped, his hair was extremely greasy.

"i'd appreciate it if you left me alone, i've got things to do and you're interrupting it." you didn't know where this sudden confidence in yourself had come from, but you liked it. he reached in to grab your arm, and you tried to move from his grip but he was much stronger than you. "get your hands off me, in work at a police station and i could get you sent down right now with one push of a button. now get the fuck of me." you scowled, but the man continued to drag you into the alley way right next to you, how convenient for him.

pushing you up against the wall, his face was getting closer and closer to you, then you remember, he has a dick. so, you lifted your knee up high and used all of the energy you had to knee him, causing him to groan in pain and pull away from you. you tried running, but it didn't work as he grabbed you leg, pulling you back and pushing you down on the floor.

"i like the ones who try to get away." he whispered in your ear, dragging his lips from your ear down to your neck and you whimpered, you were absolutely terrified. that was until the man was ripped away, but your vision had gotten blurry so you had no idea who it was and could only hear the voices of others.

"jeno, get off him you're killing him!"

"no,no i'm enjoying watching this, this dick deserves to die. i swear we've come across him about five times doing the same thing, i think we should let him kill him this time."

"jae, we'll get in trouble. jeno will be in deep shit do you want that?"

"yah, i didn't think of that... hyuck pick up the girl, we can't just leave her here."

you felt arms wrap around your waist and you wanted to fight back but slowly, you were passing out. and everything was black.

when you finally opened your eyes, you were in a somewhat familiar place. it felt like you'd been there before. it was kind of bright so your eyes were hurting, but you sat up quickly to the smell of food.

"oh, she's awake. hi, i'm chenle!" a blonde haired boy appeared in front of you causing you to fall off the couch you were on and let out a small squeak. "woah, are you ok?"

"am i ok? i have no idea where i am!" you shouted, making the blonde haired boy flinch. you felt sort of bad, he seemed innocent enough, and you'd basically scared the crap out of him.

"jesus fucking christ could you be any loude- oh, that wasn't chenle making all the noise this time." another boy appeared from behind the couch and you were official in complete confusion. you remembered everything that happened last night, but you don't remember being in an abandoned building. and it hit you, these were the boys you were supposed to be searching for. "i'm jaemin, do whatever you want with that information i guess."

"i have food!" and now more people were walking into the room, and you recognised one right off the bat.

"it's you! you're the one that i almost arrested but didn't!" you shouted as you stood up, and the dark haired boy rolled his eyes and groaned.

"and you're the one that almost got me in shit when i was doing nothing wrong." he spoke and you placed your hands in your face.

"do you realise how much trouble i could get in for being here? i could get fired and i've hardly even started yet. i need to go-" you stood up and grabbed your stuff which was placed next to the couch, your coat was folded nicely and your phone, credit card and things like that were placed on the table in front of it.

you were sort of confused of why they didn't steal from you, put parts of your brain were telling you it was rude to assume they stole from everyone.

"no, before you go, promise you won't say anything about us." one of them grabbed your arm, and he looked slightly more petite then the others, less stronger, but strong non the less.

you sighed and looked at them all, "i promise i won't say anything about you."

and from that day on, you became the six boys favourite person. you become good friends with them despite it being a sin to your job, but they were the cutest things alive, you wouldn't think they'd be going around stealing, you really couldn't get over it.

something unusual had developed between you and jeno to which you didn't understand, it was like you disliked each other but we're the closest in the group at the same time. despite that, everything was getting better for them because of you. you'd helped them furnish the place a bit better, with the money you were getting from your job as an officer — ironic.

"y/n! donghyuck keeps hitting me again! i swear i didn't take your pillow, why in the fuck would i take your pillow?" jaemin shouted from across the room and you almost had ripped donghyuck's hair. today had been ten times harder to cope with them all.

"i'll take care of it, don't worry. maybe you should go take a nap or something, you seem really tired today." renjun smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, i nodded my head and walked to one of the back rooms where the beds were. there were only six beds, so you just jumped on the first one you set eyes on.

after a few minutes, you heard a small chuckle, "what are you doing in my bed?" jeno asked and you felt the bed dip when he sat down.

"i'm tired, hyuck and jaemin won't shut up, jisung and chenle are being hype and it seems like you and renjun are the only sane ones around here." you mumbled, turning around to face him.

the more you turned up here, the more you realised how pretty each and every feature of jeno was, and just looking at him made you happy.

"why are you staring at me?” he asked, you quickly looked away and you could feel him smirking at you, he knew exactly what you were thinking. “hey, look at me.” you turned your head, and soon enough jeno’s hands were on your waist with your hands around his neck and his lips on top of yours.

even just from that, you were scared. it reminded you of that night all those weeks ago. you trusted jeno wholeheartedly, but even just his hands going under your shirt, making your burning hot skin freezing cold whenever he moved them.

“j-jeno...” you moaned lightly as his hands moved from your lips down your neck.

“it’s okay.” he mumbled on your skin, his hands were slowly moving to the waistband of your pants, but the mood was quickly interrupted when jaemin had burst into the room.

“guys, renjun made us food an- oh my god i knew this was going to happen but jesus, i didn’t want it to happen in front of me. i’ll just tell renjun to put your food i-” jaemin was rambling, and his face was slowly becoming redder and redder at the sight.

“could you, like, leave jaemin.” jeno asked and jaemin nodded, and shut the door.

you and jeno looked at each other, and immediately burst out laughing. there was no way the mood was going to go back to how it was before jaemin burst into the room.

“i was thinking, maybe i should leave the dream of being a police officer behind.” you lay next to each other, but jeno quickly sat up to look at you with a shocked face.

“what? why? when you first started coming here often you’d talk about all the things you did, how long you spent working for it.” he asked and you shrugged.

“i like you guys more than i like my job, i like you a lot more than my job.” she smiled, as his lips placed on yours again.

“i like you a lot too.”

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Breaking the Pattern

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. Tbh I personally think this piece is soft af, but that’s just me *shrugs*

Excerpt: Pursing your lips and flicking your eyes up, you’re ready to explain when the words catch in your throat. The guy standing in front of you is probably the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on.

Word Count: 1,608

Genre: Fluff (?)

Life had always seemed rather trivial to Joshua. Personality wasn’t as valued as productiveness, so he learned how to box his playful/bubbly nature up and set it to the side. In doing so, he felt stifled, as anyone would. Boredom came the easiest when at work, sitting behind a computer all day- fixing problem after problem as they popped up. There were times he lost himself in daydreams filled with excitement and freedom, but each time it would end and his bubble of happiness was lost.

It’s on a day like any other, solving problems behind the scenes for the company, when he decides he’s had enough. How long is he supposed to constrain himself to fit in? To become the perfect worker? Fingers flying over the keyboard, a resignation is quickly typed without an ounce of hesitation. Jumping up he rushes to the printer, snatching the paper the second it pops out and quickly jotting down his signature.

Once he’s out of his office he makes his way to the elevator, pressing the button to go up. Joshua’s foot taps restlessly, the elevator feels like it’s going slower than usual. Finally it arrives and he squeezes in, punching the number of the floor his boss is on. Around him people chatter about meetings needing to be set, mergers that are happening soon, and the accounting period that’s about to end. Thankfully the elevator appears to be moving faster and it isn’t long before he exits, leaving the corporate chatter behind.

A quick knock on the door grants him a barked, “Come in.”

Entering the office Joshua comes to stand in front of his boss’ desk. She looks up at him, a small smile appearing briefly before speaking. “Joshua, one of my star employees. How can I help you?”

“I’m putting in my two weeks notice. Here’s my resignation letter.” He replies, handing the paper over to her.

Her mouth drops open, confusion apparent on her face as she takes his resignation letter. “Why are you resigning? Do we not pay you enough? Did another company poach you?”

Joshua shakes his head, “No, that’s not it. It has nothing to do with another company nor my pay here.”

“Is there any way we can make you stay? You’re such a valued employee, it would be a shame to lose you.”

“Sorry, this is just something I have to do for myself.” He says affirmatively, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Well… Alright. There are some papers I need you to fill out then, just let me find them.”

And just like that, an end was put to his corporate career. That is, after his final two weeks pass, and then he’s free. Those two weeks seem to dredge on, time moving at the speed of molasses. Then finally his last day comes and as he leaves at the end of the day, there’s a smile present that is a prime example of pure elation.

In the past two weeks Joshua had been planning on what to do once he left his corporate job. A few ideas were scratched out almost immediately after writing them down, as the logistics just didn’t seem to work out quite right. It was the thirteenth item on the list that struck gold: moving to the small coastal town a few hours away and either find work or open his own business. What the business would be he’d yet to figure out- but he was certain something would come to him. Thus the next day, after his last of corporate work, all of his stuff was quickly packed away into a moving truck and he was off.

***Time Jump & POV Switch***

Distraught as you were with the cash register deciding now was a good time to stop functioning, the tinkling sound meant to alert you of an incoming customer completely missed you. A groan of frustration slipped past your lips as you, unsuccessfully, tried to get the cash drawer to pop open. Come on, come on, come on! Even with these desperate words on replay in your mind, the drawer refused to cooperate. At this point you were about to give up and call the guy who owned the repair shop down the street. Admitting defeat and getting help would definitely make more sense than increasing your anger at the register.

“Stupid. Freaking. Junk!” Each word came out harsh and was accentuated by a small wack to the offending object.

“I don’t think hitting it is going to help anything.” Someone chuckles across from you.

Pursing your lips and flicking your eyes up, you’re ready to explain when the words catch in your throat. The guy standing in front of you is probably the most attractive person you’d ever laid eyes on. Well, not probably, he most definitely is. His dark chocolate colored hair falls gently over his forehead, only a few wisps stray in an attempt to cover his eyes. Eyes that are looking at you in amusement, joined by a teasing grin.

“Um… It won’t open, it’s been finicky since yesterday and nothing I do seems to make it open right now. I guess I’m getting a bit too frustrated.” You comment shyly, hand rubbing at the back of your neck.

His head tilts slightly. “Would you mind if I took a look at it? I promise I’m not trying to rob you or anything- I worked at a store during college that used this kind of register. It always liked to act up too.”

Brows furrowing and eyes narrowing, you gave him a cursory glance. In a soft gray sweater and dark jeans, he didn’t exactly look like a robber. Then again, was a robber just going to come in wearing the cartoon stereotype of a black and white striped shirt with a black bandana and matching hat?

At your lack of response plus your scrutinizing gaze, the guy put his hands in front of him. “I swear! I just moved here, in that little blue house two streets over by the bakery.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your mouth dropped open. “You’re the guy who moved into the old Rowe house yesterday? I live right across from you, the house with gray siding and a bunny statue by the driveway.”

“It’s nice to meet a neighbor already, what a small world.”

“Well, I mean, it is a pretty small town. You kinda know everyone that lives here, even if you don’t know them personally. I’m sure you’ll find out soon.” You pause, a thought popping up. “I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself!”

He laughs lightly at your sudden outburst. “It’s fine, I take it the name on the tag is yours?” You nod in affirmation. “Nice to meet you, I’m Joshua.”

“Nice to meet you Joshua!” You take a step back, waving your hand at the register welcomingly. “If you really want to try your hand at fixing this, then go right ahead. Either way you can’t mess it up anymore.”

Joshua strode around the counter before coming to stand beside you in front of the register. His mouth twisted a bit in concentration as his hands swept over the worn metal of it. Quickly he tapped the side of it three times while holding down two buttons. Surprisingly the cash drawer popped open, and he turned around to face you with a triumphant grin.

“How did you do that?” You asked excitedly, rushing forward to double check that it was truly open.

“It’s what always worked to get the one open when it was being finicky where I used to work.”

“Oh my gods, please teach me that trick!” You turn, clutching his arm and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Sure.”

After this encounter, the two of you began the process of forming a quick friendship. It was common for the two of you to meet up for lunch on your breaks, filling the time by sharing stories from your past. Never a dull moment existed when the two of you got together. Every interaction was filled with jokes, teasing, and playful banter. This isn’t to say that neither of you broached serious topics, just that the serious conversations tended to occur when one of you had a few too many glasses of wine.

It was over these glasses of wine shared in the evenings at one of your respective homes, that you learned of the deeper parts of each other. You confided in him, telling him of your fears of turning into your parents and never exploring anywhere outside the small beach town. He told you why he moved in the first place, how he was afraid of losing himself in the triviality of his corporate job. Though you had a hard time believing that anything could change his vibrant personality, it was obvious to see that was something he was truly afraid of. It shone in his eyes when he spoke of it, the air filled with unspoken emotions.

This break in the pattern, this drastic change is exactly what was needed. Not only was Joshua able to freely be himself, without having to tame his personality, he’d also made great friends in the process. He could imagine a life in that small beach town, where everyone knew each other with not an unkind soul in sight. Everyday was different, filled with new obstacles and hurdles to find a solution to, but each night ended the same. Each night ended with the two of you sitting on your porch, facing the ocean, gazing up at the stars.

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