#if i'm being real any ego ideas i have are DEEP deep down in my brain

[azulsluver]

I'm assuming this was already talked about/mentioned in your posts but I do kinda wonder how awful it would be for reader during holidays and general breaks from school (bully au). Like- They would either be COMPLETELY isolated since they can't technically go home since this ain't even their world and everyone hates them, or they would have to deal with their bullies every. Single. Day. Which is hilarious to me because I can see at least some of them staying even though they were supposed to go home and rest and enjoy their break from school, so prefect just asks "Why are you even here tormenting me bro?! Don't you have a family" and the bullies have to come up with excuses to save their egos

I sometimes do go in depth detail on where reader lives within twisted wonderland because I tend to stray near canon lore. Options are that they completely have ramshackle as their home or Crowley in the kindness of his heart buys a place for them within the island (it’s close to the school just in the woods hidden deep)

tw: yandere, bully!characters, mentions of bruises/blood and vomit, force feeding/throwing up, unhealthy relationships, stalking.

(College setting)- there are other students that are staying during breaks but let’s be real no one’s gonna help you

The only major holiday that has the NRC students leaving was winter break, spring and summer. Here’s my take on each. Not proof read btw!

Winter: Azul, Jade And Floyd

No surprise to canon, but their excuse to stay during break is nightmare fuel for you. You can’t run away because that only peruse Floyd and Jade to chase you down. Azul pretends to not see the abuse you’re going through. In fact he feels less occupied when the twins set their eyes on you. There is no best scenario because you should be used to Floyd coming into your room at random times.

Quote on quote, “best break ever” is exaggerated greatly whenever Floyd gets his hands on you. You’re wheezing like a dying fish as he asks you if you’re ok. Knowing it’ll piss you off but you’re on the verge of death so it pisses you off even more.

I think staying with Floyd is the better option but it REALLY depends, Jade gets a little quirky at night. Waking up on a table and strapped as he gives you shot after shit of who knows what into your system. Pretty unhinged as it’s in the dead of night and it’s freezing cold. More stoic when performing these things. Jade never gets the chance or time to do this to you so that’s off his bucket list.

Azul stuffs himself in his room all day. Only going out for a jog as he looks the other way as you’re being dragged off while clawing on the floor. It’s too early for that okz. But he’s gonna tire from your screaming and crying so he grudgingly let’s you stay in his room whenever the twins are out to hunt you down.

That’s only if you are being too much of a nuisance to him^^

Because you’re involved in the subject of his problems he gets more snappy with the twins when they try to barge into his room. Lecturing them and often times loudly making deals to lend you to them because you’re so much work. He doesn’t tho. Like a father who never wanted a dog, he tends to your needs with a sneer and turn. Does this mean you’re staying in his room the whole break? Yes. Can you try to leave? Yes. Will Azul call you ungrateful and manipulate you that the twins will bother you again. Yes.

Slumber party!!! Floyd’s idea btw. Victim of every losers downfall, getting slapped and punched whenever Floyd loses a board game. Hands nearly breaking because Jade is too cool to show anger so he takes it out on you as a joke. Azul winning said games.

Floyd WILL suffocate you in your sleep on purpose. Slumber parties with him are never a good idea because any chance to scare you he takes it. Going to the bathroom? What a coincidence he’s awake and on the side of the wall behind the door you’re leaving. Waking up? He’s staring deep into your soul just so you can cry and roll away.

Wanna talk about you staying in Azul’s room because he lets you sleep on his bed (wow omg luxury bed knocked out ZZZzzz) because he’s doing work on his desk. Often times you wake up to him sleeping on his desk. Give it a week in the break and he’s all over you. His arms in a crushing grip as he holds you in sleep, you feel like it’s forbidden to move because you’re scared he might squeeze harder than Floyd.

This only happened ONCE. Sleeps on the floor and makes dumb excuses like “humans have such odd body temperature it was like an instinct to cuddle something cold.” Or “I hold things a lot when I’m in my merform this is nothing personal.”

Spring: Ace, Epel, Ruggie

Ace and Epel straight up tell you they’re here to have a great spring break together. By that they mean messing with you. These assholes start off slow, egging your dorm, blasting loud music. Anything to get your fatigue up, that way you can start messing things up on accident when it was all purposely set.

The duo are relentlessly pursuing their harassment from day to night, until in a couple of days within the break do things stop. It’s terrifying, walking on eggshells at how they ignore you during walks, opening the door for you, heck even Epel left a basket of apples on your front door. It’s leaving you paranoid and they know it, with their innocent going smiles and tilted heads. You wish you had some form of power to get those two without getting 2v1.

Alright this is where Ruggie comes in the picture. He’s there not by choice, instead paid by Leona to watch over you since Ace has a big mouth about his plans with you.

Ruggie randomly shows up in your dorm. He’s not doing much except making sure you’re eating and not brutally beaten near death. But you can find him grudgingly cleaning the place out of boredom, catching him dusting off shelves after your success in escaping the two. He threatens you out of embarrassment to not think much of it…he just thinks you’re really dirty to leave in such an unkept place.

He does at time chase Ace and Epel off, they don’t seem to bother you much when you’re with him. So you took this to advantage to stick to him like candy. You’ve only had this type of protection with Jack, on the other hand was much more comfortable to hang around with besides the deadpan stares.

Your safe haven can only be kept for so long, once money is involved. Ruggie is counting the wad of cash by the side as the two nudge your head with their foot. Ace blames you for making the last three days of their break boring, you should’ve known better than to run off when things were getting good. Didn’t you know good pal Epel prepared some fine treats for you? (Don’t eat them).

It’s no use crying for help, Ruggie can only shrug his shoulders and tell the two not to kill you before walking away. Your last bits of hope destroyed as Epel smacks the back of your head a couple of times, saying you must be brain dead so they’ll help you out. You’re really starting to miss Jack, as apple slices are being shoved into your mouth, Ace repeatedly thrusting three fingers down your throat to making you vomit. You’re delirious when hung upside down from a tree, the two taking turns hitting you blindfolded with a bat, luckily it’s wooden but the pain still blows.

You’ll be ruffled up with a pat in the head as Ace blows smoke in your face, telling you that you did good. Epel is more enthusiastic after all that, pinching at your blood socked nose to stop the bleeding. The two are joyous and leave by throwing a couple of dollars your way. Just looking at it makes you sick as you sob on the floor, seeing Ruggies shoes.

Sobbing on the way home with Ruggie by your side, staring off into the distance whilst ignoring your loud wails. You know it annoys him but he doesn’t say anything until the door closes, he’s lazily patching up your open wounds and dabbing them with a clean cloth. Giving you medicine—if you refuse to take them he will force you. You can only conceal your sniffles by rubbing your eyes and blowing your nose with tissue. Ruggie has his back turned as he tells you to do better. If you keep it up you’ll die sooner or later at this rate. So take it as a lesson to build character.

You can’t help but agree, maybe it was the medicine taking place. But you gruffly settle down with him, he’s sitting besides you with a empty look on his face. You cant tell why he’s staring at your beaten body like some interesting figure but you preferred it like this. Dropping your head on his shoulder as you rest, because you know he’s gonna let it happen all over again.

Might as well take his advice.

Summer: Sebek, Silver, Malleus, Lilia

This was all Malleus. His idea 100%. He’d rather not spend his break staying in his enclosure with running maids and fearing fae. Instead he’d prefer is the one fearing was coming from you. And since Malleus had decided to spend his break by bothering you Silver and Sebek have no choice but to come along.

Sebek is absolutely furious once he finds out the reason Malleus wanted to stay in campus was to see you. You! Out of everyone!!! There are times where Malleus must leave campus to attend his princely duties, leaving Sebek having the opportunity to get his hands on you. By that he’s choking the shit outta you until you’re blue. He doesn’t wanna be here with YOU, now he’s stuck babysitting you. Thankfully Silver is there to prevent Sebek from successfully killing you.

You cling onto Silver like he’s your last hope. He can only do so much when Sebek is frothing at the mouth because he has the “audacity” to step in the punishments that are so rightfully placed on you. Like come on man what would Malleus think?

Malleus is into it. Tells Silver that if you ever step out of line it’s only right for him to put you back in place, physically. Silver can only stand back with a frown, not too much to displease Malleus.

Lilia comes in later, he’s wondering where his sons went. He comes at a weird timing, you’re being examined because Malleus is interested in all the marks you’ve received. It’s amazing how you’re still alive, with a kind of your own as well. Lilia won’t do much rather than spectate Malleus’s adventures with you, rather than indulging in his desires he stands by the side to make sure Malleus nor Sebek won’t go too far. They may not listen to Silver but they certainly will to him.

If you want to be left COMPLETELY alone it can only be at night with curtains over your windows. Forbid the many times you’ve shit your pants in the middle of the night to see Malleus looming over your window. Be it sleeping or walking to the kitchen he’s dead staring. For some good reason he doesn’t throw much of a fit when you use the curtains to hide from his prying eyes.

You might think Lilia is off the hook of finally leaving you alone then you’re dead wrong! Standing by the side, yea more like giving more advice to Malleus and Sebek on how to properly punish you. Back in his days punishments were something else, since you’re human they gotta go on the low. So if Lilia felt like it he can just tell them some unique and grotesque ways to get you drooling and screaming like some pig.

Silver will be there after they’re done, being told to get you cleaned up and ready for the next trick. You really don’t wanna know, but you’re silent during your healing process, he feels bad yet doesn’t voice his opinions on it.

Oh and they almost carved a sick tattoo of dragon wings on your back but Sebek suggested that he use his sword to do it and you passed out from the thought. Not your first rodeo but you know damn well none of them will be putting you on meds during the whole thing.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #ace trapolla x reader #epel felmeir x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #bully!au

[simphornies]

So my sad gay self found this while scrollin: https://youtube.com/shorts/KTjKsm2uLPA?si=aHCxEMjey1iZ_u0A

Very cute, very wholesome I AM YEARNING. So if I may request a mlm!reader who will just casually people soda tabs as a subtle means of flirting or asking for affection (mostly because its such a uncommon practice that it removes most of the actual stress of flirting) with Vox?

No pressure, please take you time! Kisses darling <3

-📽

A/N: Honestly the soda tab thing is SO CUTE. I'm experimenting with more with how I write Vox so hopefully this is good

Word Count: 1.7k (1,755)

Soda Tab [ Vox x M!Reader ]

“Vox what the fuck is that?” Velvette pointed at a jar full of soda tabs on his desks.

“I’m gonna be real honest with you.” He took a deep breath in, “I have no fucking idea.”

You were just a regular sinner in the Pride Ring. You grew tired of the one time dates that ended with your date wanting to take you home into their bedroom. You held yourself to a standard. It made sense why you were placed in this ring considering your pride never allowed you the speak freely, not wanting to damage whatever was left of your reputation after a failed relationship.

You eventually landed a job with VoxTek as an operation’s manager. The job wasn’t easy but it paid and gave you shelter. Your soul remained intact but your sanity was slipping.

Then it all changed when the fire nation attacked when Vox personally invited you into his office to discuss a promotion. He needed someone that could hold their composure better than the Vees during important meetings and speak on their behalf. You were basically Vox’s representative so they wouldn’t have to deal with whatever, or whoever, you had to deal with. You held your status with pride and Vox admired the way you didn’t take anybody’s shit professionally.

After years of working with the Vees, you became close with them. Conversations with the three weren’t easy but they were mandatory for you to be able to represent them properly. You and Vox were particularly close.

So when he invited you to a celebratory dinner, you donned yourself in the best suit money could buy and set off. You never admitted it but Valentino definitely caught onto your secret crush on Vox.

Vox rarely faltered his usual persona in front of you, only losing composure a couple of times when his emotions were at an all time high. What you didn’t know is how he admired your consistency with perfection. Perfection. Running this business with Velvette and Valentino, who are both hot-heads in their own way, was difficult at times but since you stepped in, it’s been smooth sailing. Your constant shower of praise fueled his ego and he enjoyed keeping you around, just so he can get his fill of ego juice.

This dinner he arranged was to celebrate your work, and to boast about how he’s so smart and picked perfectly because of course he picked perfectly. He was the Vox after all. So when he saw you running up to him a couple minutes early before the arranged meeting time at the limo, he was taken aback at your suit. He was enamored.

You matched him in colors, even wearing the same bowtie as him but blue. Your suit was a darker shade of his and he loved it. It was perfect. You were perfect to him. He didn’t know why his heart pounded louder so he assumed that he was just excited to talk about how he made an amazing decision to you.

“Vox, sir! I hope you weren’t awaiting my arrival.” You said, anxiously fixing your suit and straightening out any loose ends.

“Oh don’t worry about anything. I just got here. The suit is perfect. Where did you get it?” Vox spoke, looking down at you with his hands behind his back.

“I listened to your suggestion, sir, and went to Velvette to get suited. I paid her in full, of course.” You spoke formally. So formal that it somehow bothered Vox in a way. As much as he loved being perfect, he wanted to see you when you weren’t so…tense.

“Paid? You shouldn’t have to worry. You are a part of the Vees, services are free for us.” He laughed. He took note of how you looked in front of him. You stood up straight, not a single thing out of place. He wondered what exactly could break this perfectionist standard you held yourself to.

.

“He likes you, Vox.” Valentino said, “I’m fuckin’ blind and I can see the way he eye fucks you whenever you start talking about how you’re the shit and you know what’s right or whatever.”

“And how can you be so sure, Val? I think he just respects me.” Vox scoffed, “Not any of that nonsense.”

“Yeah and because any other demon would willingly hang out with your egocentric bullshit. I’ve known you for years and I can’t stand hearing you say you were right. Even if you were.” Velvette rolled her eyes, “He literally posts romantic bullshit all the time and they’re all about bosses.”

“Are you stalking our employees?”

“Cut the shit. It’s not ‘stalking’ if his account is open to me.” She flipped him off, “And he’s basically a Vee. He likes you. And now you’re going on a date. Be a dear and stop beating around the fucking bush and own up to it.”

.

Vox recounted the conversation he had with the two other Vees. This wasn’t a date. Or at least he didn’t arrange it to be one to begin with but with this revelation, it might just turn out to be just that.

As the limo began to slow, he glanced over at you. He sees you fiddling with…a soda tab? He squinted at it, trying to understand why you kept fidgeting. “We’re here.”

You quickly shoved the tab in your pocket and looked at him, “I’ll get the door for you sir.” You reached for the door on your side but he stopped your hand with his own.

“No, I got it. Come on.” He opened his own door and pulled you out, keeping your hand in his as you stepped on the curb. Your hands were warm and he enjoyed it. He looked at the way you instinctively held his hand back and he couldn’t help but feel how perfect it fit in his own.

“Thank you, sir.” Your thanks got a scoff and you stiffened, pulling your hand back down to your side. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Not that.” He said, grabbing your hand again, “For tonight, call me Vox. No more of that sir bullshit.”

You nod in response, unaware of why he’d grab your hand to say that. You were even more confused when he didn’t let go until you had to sit across from him.

“Regarding today’s meetings, I’d like to discu—”

“Hush. Please. No business talk. This is to celebrate you!” He proudly spoke, “I picked the best demon to be our representative and I’d like to give you another promotion. To be one of the Vees.”

You choked on your wine, “Excuse me? Me? No, I can't possibly be a fit person for that.”

“Look. You’re aware of our image, correct?”

“Yes. Perfection.”

“Well that’s exactly why you’re going to stand by us and be part of us. I have contracts ready for you to sign so you can get a couple of souls under your belt. Some goons to do your dirty work.”

“Sir—Vox. Vox, I thought this was a business dinner regarding my work quota for the week?” You questioned.

“What—No. You already exceed the quota triple the amount majority of the time. Consider this a…date.” He grinned, taking enjoyment in your flustered state. “A congratulatory gift for your hard work and your promotion. I called it too, by the way, your success with us.”

You were dying on the inside. He just gifted you a promotion and a dinner and now the dinner’s actually a date? You panicked, not having anything to give him.

“Well…I’m flattered but I don’t have anything to give you a gift in exchange.” You rummage through your pockets. Your fingers grazed the soda tab and your cheeks flushed a light red. “Actually…Here. A small token of my appreciation.”

Vox squinted at the soda tab you held towards him. “A soda tab?” He asked, “Do you just carry soda tabs? Why?”

“Just…trinkets! You know, my little collection. Actually you’re right, I’m sorry. It’s probably stupid.” You start to retract but he swipes the soda tab out of your hand.

“No. I’ll keep it. It’s weird and a little stupid but it’s…” He flips the soda tab around, looking at it from different angles, “Admirable. In a sense. Thank you.”

Oh if only he knew what he unlocked. Ever since the date, he’s been getting soda tabs from you. You were greeted with confused acceptance every time you gave Vox one out of nowhere. He tried asking you what they’re for exactly but you’d just run off, using work as an excuse.

“Vox, when are you going to cash these in?” Velvette asks, picking a pink soda tab out of his container.

He looked up, confused, “Cash them in? What are you talking about?”

Velvette bursts into laughter, “Oh my god. You’ve just been collecting these and didn’t know?!” She taps through her phone and shows him a video explaining the soda tab trend.

His face turned red, “These…these are for kisses? He didn’t tell me these were for kisses—I thought they were just trinkets! That’s what he said!”

“Vox for someone as smart as you, you’re really fucking dumb.”

“Velvette.”

“What?”

“Can you go get him for me?”

“I guess.”

.

You walked into his office thinking it was to talk about the latest update on his Angelic Security System. “Vox, I’m pleased to inform you that production is 80% complete. I was thinking the best workers get compe—” He cuts you off by placing a single soda tab on the stack of papers you had in front of you. You look at him confused.

“I’d like to cash one in.” He says, looking at you with a confident smile.

“Cash one in…” You think for a bit and as soon as you realize he knew what they were for, panic sets in and your face turns red. “Oh! Uh—Haha. What do you mean?” You lie.

“Y/N, dear, you’re terrible at lying. You’re perfect at everything but lying. And if you wanted some special attention, you should’ve said so.” He leans closer to you as he gestures to the jar on his table, “Also. I’d like to cash in half of this jar. 280 of them, including this one, I believe.”

“Sir! I can’t possibly—” He shuts up you with a sudden peck on your lips.

“Ah ah. None of that sir bullshit. I told you to call me Vox. Now…” He leans back and pats his lap, “I believe I have 279 left? Chop chop.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel fluff

[taraljc]

More on why my OT3 is my OT3.

First of all it's very important to remember that the Loki we are watching on TV is from 2012. I know we know that with our heads but it's important to also know that with our hearts.

This is the Loki who desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy, and was in fact right that Thor was not ready because he was too immature and he was too hasty and he was too much driven by childish love of combat and violence for the sake of combat and violence to be a good king.

He also finds out in the worst way possible that not only is he adopted, he is a completely different species, was being kept most likely as a hostage, and it recontextualized his entire relationship with his parents in a single moment.

He is the butt of jokes from Thor and his friends, his skill set is not valued because it's not based in martial prowess, and the only person in his life who has ever loved him unconditionally was Frigga.

This is in no way excusing Loki's actions, mind you. He didn't care how many Asgardians died when he let Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's coronation. He didn't care who he killed in Jötunheimr because they were Frost Giants and he had been raised to believe that it was completely justified to slaughter his enemies. And when pushed to his limits, when it became clear that gaslighting Thor to keep him on Midgard and from returning to Asgard was futile, Loki knowingly sent the Destroyer to stop his brother and their friends, Knowing that 'stop' might mean 'kill'.

But once you remove Loki and isolate him from Thor, Asgard, an audience to play to, or perceived underlings to manipulate, he is adrift. After viewing the brief, brief remainder of what would have been his life (and bear in mind, he was born in 965 CE) including the tragedy of his mother's death and the unexpected warmth of his father's love and his brother's regard, he experiences complete ego death.

And this is like seriously 1 hour into the show.

Mobius treats Loki as a person. He respects his skills, he's wise to his bullshit and calls him on it, and for all intents and purposes is the first real friend who likes Loki just as he is rather than for who he could be or should be.

The gentlemen's wager over research is possibly the first time Loki has been valued for his research abilities and his intellect. Mobius is the first person since Frigga to tell him that he can be anything he wants to be, including a good person. and that it's never too late to change.

There are a thousand moments Mobius could have chosen to trap Loki in in his time cell. But he chose the confrontation with Sif after Loki had cut her hair. It's a brief moment in a thousand year lifespan, but it clearly made a deep, deep impression on Loki because Sif said the quiet part out loud.

"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be."

Loki hears this over and over and over again, cycling through pretty much every emotion until there's nothing left but honesty. and so we see a rare moment of Loki expressing regret for his previous actions to someone whom he hurt. Even though it's not really Sif, that does not make his admission any less genuine.

"I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. I crave attention because I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's [...] because I'm scared of being alone."

And then of course after completely baring his soul, confessing his weakness, admitting to shame and fear, Sif looks down at him and repeats his greatest fear.

"You are alone and you always will be."

Sylvie has lived with the reality of being completely and totally alone since she was 8 years old. While we have no idea how long she was actually on the run from the TVA, she is clearly older than Loki, and every other variant in the void. She was the first, and he was the last. and what connection they made on Lamentis was just the simple realisation that they're not alone. Even if it's only for a few moments before they are completely obliterated, they are happy and at peace because despite their fears and what others have said in anger and pity, so long as they have each other, they are not alone.

So long as they choose one another, they prove that neither deserve to be alone.

The reason Sylvie is different from all of the other Loki variants was because she was not shaped by the toxic sibling rivalry that poisoned Loki and prompted him to take extreme actions to try and prove to Odin that he was worthy.

She didn't grow up teased and bullied for being different from her peers. Instead, she grew up fighting every single day to survive. For over a thousand years, she experienced life in brief snatches in the hours or days before the destruction of everything and everyone around her.

She and Loki could not be more different, despite being variants of the same people. and yet Loki looks at her and sees someone he wants to selflessly protect, regardless of the cost to himself. It is completely foreign territory, and outside anything he has ever experienced and he is probably completely and totally terrified.

But I genuinely believe that it is because of his friendship with Mobius that he is willing and able to put aside his own agenda completely to care for someone else.

Mobius and Sylvie are likely the only people in the universe capable of provoking that kind of loyalty and steadfastness from a trickster who was never meant to change, only to act as a catalyst for change in others. Because they look at him and see him. And there is so much power in being seen and being known.

Sylvie doesn't know who she is yet. and I think she finds Loki's faith in her is a little intimidating, even as she smuggly accepts it because she is clearly the superior Loki. She has always been alone, but this might be the first time she's truly lonely. So I am curious to see what her reaction to Loki arriving in Broxton in 1982 will be.

#loki #mobius #sylvie #ot3

[bi-bard]

Old Letters - Rafael Barba Imagine (Law & Order: SVU)

Title: Old Letters

Pairing: Rafael Barba X Reader

Word Count: 1,352 words

Warning(s): mentions of violent threats (non-descriptive)

Summary: A threat from (Y/n)'s past starts causing problems again and no one is allowing them to take it on alone.

Author's Note: I've watched a lot of this show over the last few days.

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I hadn't noticed that I was acting differently. Not at first, at least.

I had snapped at the team a few times. I knew that much. But I assumed it was my mind focusing on the case. I was taking it seriously. That was a good thing. That was always a good thing, wasn't it?

I thought so until I made it to Rafael's office with Liv to discuss what we had found.

"It's conclusive evidence," I said.

"To us, to a jury...," Rafael trailed off.

"Always assuming the worse," I muttered.

"It's my job," he replied, standing from his chair. "I have to be able to see where potential landmines are."

"No, you just like operating on the idea that the jury is going to be full of assholes," I snapped. "Because then, when you get a good verdict, it inflates your ego because look at you, you made the assholes show empathy for a victim-"

"(Y/n)."

I looked at Liv when she spoke. Her eyes were wide. I had never acted like this before, especially not with Rafael. The two of us were always close, even before we had started our relationship.

"We'll go," she said simply. "We'll call with any updates."

I took a deep breath before going to follow her out. She made it out the door before Rafael spoke up.

"(Y/n), wait-"

"Rafael, I have work," I said, trying to wave him off.

"And your work has never resulted in you snapping at me or anyone on your team," he replied. "Especially, not like that. Something is different about this case."

"Nothing is different. I am perfectly fine. I have to go."

He grabbed my hand to get me to stop. "Please, talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about," I pulled his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm okay."

"You very clearly aren't."

I dropped his hand. "You don't get to decide that."

I walked out before he could question me any further. I only stopped in the doorway.

I tried to go about the rest of the case like nothing was affecting me. It seemed to work for the most part. If anyone noticed something, then they didn't say it.

I held onto everything until the court case was over.

After that, it was like any wall I had broke down. No more distractions. I had to confront what was happening.

I had managed to change into some more comfortable clothes and get to my window before it all came crashing down.

I almost felt stupid as I placed my hand over my mouth and started crying. It was all just fear. That was the only real explanation that I had for sobbing like this.

"(Y/n)?"

I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes when I heard Rafael walk in. The only person that I trusted with a key. He told me that he was coming over tonight.

"Hey," he said softly. I heard him setting some stuff down before walking closer. I turned around to face him. "What's wrong?"

"You were right," I admitted, blinking away a fresh wave of tears. "I... I'm not okay."

I folded in on myself a bit as I sobbed.

"Hey..."

He walked over and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry into his shoulder. I tried to focus on stopping the tears. I didn't want to sit here and feel sorry for myself. Rafael was too nice to me. He didn't complain, didn't ask questions, didn't shush me. He just held me and waited. Too patient.

I eventually leaned back, avoiding any eye contact as I leaned on the window. I only looked over at him when he leaned on the window next to me. He offered me a small grin as he grabbed my hand.

Again, too nice.

"This guy," I tried to explain. "It was the first guy I caught with S.V.U. He got off easy considering what had done. A few years, maybe. Should've been longer. Now... he's being released. This case... the timing... made everything spark back up again. Those feelings that come from your first case."

"Okay," Rafael nodded. "There's more."

"He wrote me a letter when he first got sentenced," I continued. "He had a plan ready for when he got out. Pretty... detailed. I'm the one that cuffed him, I'm the one he's after."

"Does anyone else know about that letter?"

"I was stupid and embarrassed and scared. The guy had my address."

"(Y/n)-"

"I thought it was weak," I cut him off. "I... I figured I had enough time that he would give up."

"And then?"

"Another letter was placed under my windshield."

"(Y/n)-"

"Stop scolding me, we were in the middle of a case."

"You're staying with me," he shrugged.

"No," I scoffed. "I'm fine. I can handle this."

"This wasn't a question," he said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm calling Benson. You need the team to back you."

"I don't-"

"Please."

I paused when I saw the look on his face. He was typically calm, calculated even. This was not that. This was fear. Pure fear. I nodded and went to pack a bag.

Benson was waiting when we got to Rafael's apartment.

"Liv," I groaned.

"You needed to talk to me."

"I had it handled-"

"No, you didn't."

I looked down. I deserved the bluntness of her response.

"We need the letters."

I sighed. "My desk at my place. Top drawer. I hid them in some old conference pamphlet."

"Thank you."

"Come on," Rafael placed his hand on my back, leading me inside. My bag was thrown over his shoulder.

We didn't talk for a little while. I put my bag down next to his bed and sat on the edge of it. I looked around the room, trying to become more accustomed to it. He walked into the room a little while later.

"I've never stayed here overnight," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I just figured you liked my place better."

He chuckled. It made me grin.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier," I mumbled as he stood next to his dresser, probably finding empty drawers for me to use. "I don't actually think that you're obsessed with your ego. I should never have said. I shouldn't have snapped at you at all. You have been nothing but good to me. I am so, so sorry."

He turned back to look at me. There was still a gentle grin on his face. I wish he would just be mad at me once. Not always so understanding. I never thought that I deserved it.

"I forgive you," he said. A bit of weight rolled off my shoulders. Thank God.

"And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. About the threats."

"I'm not upset with you over that," he shook his head, sitting next to me. "I wish you had told me, yes, but it's not your fault."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Thank you."

He kissed the side of my head. "Need anything? I could order something."

"Sleep," I chuckled. "I need sleep. I've been running off caffeine and very little sleep through this whole case."

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back."

I nodded at him as he stood up.

I was curled up under the covers by the time Rafael joined me He chuckled at the sight of me almost hiding under the blanket.

"You tricked me," I muttered as I wrapped my arms around his torso. "This bed is much nicer than mine. You should've told me."

"My apologies," he replied, pulling me closer to him.

I chuckled and relaxed. He leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"It's going to be alright," he mumbled against my skin. "We're gonna keep you safe. The team is gonna keep you safe."

"I know," I said. "I trust you. And them, but mainly you."

"I love you."

"I love you too," I grinned at him.

I fell asleep soon after that, actually feeling safe for the first time in days.

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[marvus-xoloto]

idk if you've talked about this but what do you think it would take to get marvus real and truly angry? like the kind of anger that turns his eyes the same color as the base of his horns. that pure rage. how would he react to that situation? what would it take to bring him down afterward? sorry this is such a specific prompt but im curious about your thoughts on it.

I may have spoken about this before, idk! I don't mind repeating hcs because it's fun to revisit old opinions and see how they've changed :o) PLUS i am like DESPERATE for hiveswap meta/analysis content and I'm happy to make more with people <3

Anyway. I had to sit on this one for a while; really had to think about it. (Frankly, my mind is feeling unorganized so it took a little longer than I wanted haha.) My opinion isn't super formed yet, so I'm open to discussion about this one (and. everything. i like to discuss).

My gut instinct says: nothing that he'll likely experience, but let's dive deep, shall we ;o)

First off, let's talk about Marvus and emotions in general to get a baseline.

Marvus is ice cool COLD. He's very easy going, only lashing out when things that are important to him are going to shit (and even then its's not a terribly strong reaction, see: his bad end when all the clowns are fighting. "Man wtf is going on" or something like that. Marvus enjoys performing for his crowd; more on that in some other post). That being said, he recovers quickly and will generally just Not Get His Hands Dirty (come on troll nostradamus letz skeet skoot).

He is in control of himself. He has to be.

In my opinion, this indicates that he has a very high emotional IQ. He has to have a high emotional IQ as both an artist and a manipulator (some might say these two things are one and the same for him). Not much shocks him, nothing can really get to him.

This does mean that while he is generally friendly, it's not easy to actually get close to him unless it's his idea. That's not relevant here, though, haha.

Here's another part of Marvus that explains his anger response: he always has a plan. The gears in his head are always turning; he's very intelligent. For him, anger doesn't solve any of his problems or bring him closer to his goals: he needs to be approachable (see: with Joey, how he manipulates her [don't get me started on their clown and kid friendship it fucks me up sooo bad]), and he needs to appear only as threatening as he needs to. He's quick to improvise (see how he protects Joey in the purple car at the end of act 3).

So. What gets to him!

In my opinion, the only two things that have the potential to get him this angry are:

-> Lack of privacy

Marvus needs to keep his secrets in order to, well, do what he does. This leads him to the instinct to keep his personal life and secrets VERY well hidden. Even if it's not a big deal on the surface, something like the name of his matesprit dropping or tracks leaking (that he didn't stategically leak himself) might frustrate him more than the average person. Something like explicit pictures of him, or something that someone could use as a metaphorical thread to follow towards his motivations or his ego; these might make him actually pissed.

That being said, though, I genuinely can't see him getting red-eyed angry about this. Generally, I do see him as someone who enjoys getting out of trouble, even if he's not thrilled about it at first. Like playing a puzzle! I'll leave it open as a possibility, however. What I really think could get to him is...

-> Knowing that he is, for whatever reason, not free or otherwise helpless

This is more esoteric and, frankly, extremely rare in his life.

Marvus really does not like the idea of having no freedom. We can infer from his general dislike of seadwellers combined with his ideas to "shake up" the hemospectrum (emphais on "shake up," notice that he never mentions improving it) that it's less about inequality and more about inconvenience. He dislikes that anyone might have percieved power over him (notice during his diatribe that he does view purple blooded trolls as unquestionably stronger and more influential than the caste above, and how he doesn't do this for say, bluebloods, who are a caste below but still in a position of relative power).

But having a plan is pretty much the core of Marvus's id. Not having that? Losing that sense of himself? Failing? I can see this genuinely making him rage-y angry.

Calming him down is simple: find him a solution. He's timeboud, thus goal based. He needs to have a focus point, something to reach for.

Anyway! Hope that made sense!

#hiveswap #phew. thank u for the prompt anon i felt like being insane #(<- said silas who is never not insane about hiveswap and marvus specifically) #marvus #marvus xoloto #not the most well writen headcanon post but i tried my best! #i'm very tired. i just hope it makes sense and reads well :o)

[curi0uscreature]

I would like to ask for any information on my boy Fred in swapnauts 👀 I know you said he was swapped with Boyd but I'm genuinely interested to know more about his mind (and just. Anything about the Thorney Towers quartet. They're comfort characters to me.)

* Gotcha! Might be slightly rusty with info since it’s not often I talk abt the first game

* Napoleon is still existent in his mind but serves a different purpose. Think about the war/chess type system in the game but with entirely different memos. Fred’s side serves the crazy conspiracy theories and impossible beliefs he constantly feeds himself. Napoleon’s in filled with reasoning and more based on the concept of hardship reality. The counter gimmick is to help both sides make peace with each other to make a middle ground so Fred doesn’t given in to complete insanity and ruing the family legacy. The conspiracy theory side of himself mainly happened due to Sheegor (swapped with Crispin) practically being the shit outta him during chess during break time at the hospital they worked at. The main thing that ticked him off was the fact Sheegor looked so innocent, she couldn’t hurt a fly yet she had all the smarts and wits to beat him at his favorite game in the world? Napoleon’s spirit came overtime as soon as he started to fed into absolute jabbermouth ideas and theories he himself created.

* The rest since Fred’s was longer then intended:

* Boyd/Milkman: The milkman is still an alter ego, but it’s one that constantly gets out of control at times. Especially if Boyd’s angry. The more he tries to keep it deep down the more enraged it gets. Main goal is to make some sort of compromise with said ego so Boyd can be in complete balance again.

* Edgar (swapped with Gloria): Famous artist that made it big! People loved and admired his work, even getting to marry the girl he ever so loved back in high school. The great downfall was that she had been killed setting him into a great depressive state. Drawing even a simple circle felt extremely draining for him, even when he did draw all he could think about was her. Main goal is to get his thoughts back in order and think about what would his REAL beloved would want for him right now.

* Gloria (swapped with Edgar): Still falling into the life a wonderful preformer and big brand theater, except her mother was her constant support system all the way through! Sending her too the most peaceful and talented acting schools, coming to her shows, and even tutoring ballet on the side all as a single mother. Which is why it was such a strange concept of her not coming to one of her daughter’s show’s that night. Gloria came into her hotel room that same night finding her mom dead. Not showing up to preform for shows anymore took a great tool on her reputation. As much as she cares and wants to follow in her Mother’s foot steps again, she just can’t. Main goal is to find whatever spark of life and motivation she might have inside and bring it back to her.

#this was a damn essay god I’m ill #have a fun read! (hopefully) #trevor.txt #oatmeal thoughts #swapnauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts au #long post

[queenharumiura]

Dream + Byakuran ( parallelroutes ) bc i'm nosy like that ;)

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((OOC: Kek! No shame in that, I love it))

Relevant blog: @parallelroutes

Word count: 3,263 (lol, it’s not my fault, I’d been meaning to do something like this and this was the perfect chance.)

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Sometimes her dreams were snippets of memories, sometimes it was an amalgamation of her worries and anxieties, and other times, complete nonsense. 

This dream was perhaps a mixture of all of them, and a fourth category: being annoying. 

“Hmmm~ You seem mad, why is that?” 

“Maybe if you stopped with that image, I wouldn’t be so mad about it.” Haru glared at the figure floating around her. The entity looked a lot like Byakuran, but was very much not him. 

The voice was one she heard every single day-- every time she spoke. A shiver runs down her spine, stop looking like another person while keeping her voice! It’s creepy! 

She kept telling it to stop, but it refused by being sassy with her. What a cheeky thing.

The figure chuckles, “Eh~ I’m what... your ego? Your ID? I’m cheeky because YOU’RE cheeky. You sometimes like to tease people you’re fond of. I love you, so of course i’m going to be extra cheeky.” 

Sure enough, Haru loved herself, even if there were times that was difficult to do. She had confidence in herself, and she appreciated her strengths. 

Still, in this moment, she absolutely detested herself for this foolishness. “Why are you doing this, anyways? Stop messing around.” 

“Well, you’ve been thinking a whole lot about this person, and I think you need to think some things through. You’ve secretly been annoyed with having no real idea of how to proceed, so you’ve been absentminded. It’s to the point that you’ve subconsciously cleared everything out so you can think these through. I’m here to help you talk things through.” 

Haru looked around to see that true as this figure said, there was nothing else around. Devoid of any distractions (aside from this cheeky thing), she could spend her time thinking. 

“You know he was listening.” 

For the most part, their conversation was primarily comprised of the mundane topics, but all of the sudden, there was a shift. Kyoko seemed to zone out for a few seconds, seemingly staring at something behind Haru. Before Haru could question her about it, “I was thinking about it—So what did Hibari-san tell you about the Bermuda incident, anyways? Did he go into details about it?”

He probably started listening in from then. Kyoko distracted her by shifting the conversation.

When Kyoko left to go home, Haru had got up from the table to see Byakuran sitting at a table, picking at a cake. She’d asked how long he’d been there, and he answered by saying that he’d just got there and didn’t want to interrupt. 

There was a 99.999% chance that he was being not truthful in that moment. 

“You want to bring it up, but you haven’t yet. It’s eating you inside.” 

An eye twitches in annoyance. It was one thing to be found out so easily, but it was another when it was coming from the face in question that she was worried about. 

She wonders vaguely if this is how Gokudera feels when she starts getting sassy with him every time they squabble. If so, he’s a lot more patient than she gives him credit for. She’s annoying. 

“How else can I get you to open up and talk than to rile you up? You and I both know that you don’t talk about your deep worries that often. Don’t hate the messenger and certainly don’t disdain the helper.” The figure, still in Byakuran’s guise waves its index finger, mocking her in a playful manner. 

It had a point, so she relents, sighing. She lets out her aggravation with her sigh, having a more open mindset now to talking to -- this-- thing. 

“It wouldn’t feel right to know someone is talking about you.” 

“You weren’t saying anything mean, were you? Is it wrong to talk about people in your life? If it was, you were REAAALLY a bad girl for always gushing about Tsuna-san those number of years ago.” 

Talking about people wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it could leave a bitter taste in the mouth to know people were talking about you. It was similar to when guests were over and you caught your mom telling stories about you. 

Even if the stories didn’t paint you in a bad light, it could leave you feeling disgruntled. 

“You’re more worried about something else, a particular topic... no, two.” Why this figure was still floating about in Byakuran’s image was beyond her. She’s already decided to open up and talk, wasn’t she? No need to continue riling her up by annoying her. 

The figure stops floating and it plops right next to her, changing it’s image to reflect her own. “Happy?” 

On second thought, it was a bit weird talking to herself-- but she’d take this over the other option. 

“You’re worried he’s hurt over the fact he’s being surveilled and the fact that the others would confront you about hanging around him.” 

Of course, who would be happy to hear that? She didn’t know if he knew he was being monitored or not, but it wasn’t a pleasant thing to hear about yourself. It was also something different when others know about it. As she can’t personally relate, she can’t begin to imagine how that would feel. 

Was it embarrassing? Maddening? Who knows. She sure doesn’t. 

“But you know it wasn’t upon Tsuna’s orders.” 

“Guess it’s just you and me so far, Tsuna-san. Here, tea.” 

“Yeah, everyone else is coming over later. Thanks.” 

Haru sits across from him at the table, and holds the tea cup in her hands, allowing the comforting warmth to give her the courage to speak. 

“Did you order someone to monitor Byakuran-san?” She asks so plainly, it was as if she’d simply asked about the weather instead. 

Tsuna spits out his tea and almost drops his cup. He fumbles, but manages an excellent recovery! 8 points! 

“E-ehhh? W-where’s this coming from? I didn’t order anyone to be monitored. Byakuran?” A pause, as he probably starts to think about why she’d ask about such a thing, but he can’t think of anything. “Did-- something happen? I know he did some bad things in the future, but I don’t think he’s such a bad guy now. I can’t really explain it, but he feels different? Ahaha, that doesn’t make any sense, does it?” He laughs awkwardly as he reaches for a napkin to wipe off some of the mess he made when he spit out his tea. 

From his answer, Haru could glean into two things. Hibari hadn’t said a word to Tsuna, and he didn’t order anyone to monitor Byakuran. As Hibari said, there was a certain level of trust. 

She hums in thought, “Good.” She doesn’t have to get angry in Byakuran’s defense. 

Sipping her tea, she can feel as Tsuna is staring holes into her. Funny, how she would’ve loved this level of attention years ago. How things change... 

“We met a while ago and I decided i’m going to be his friend~ It’s a slow but steady progress.” 

“EHH????????”

“True, but the fact remains that he’s being monitored. That can’t be a good revelation.” 

“Kind of makes you wish you could go and yell at some people, huh? Be so stern even Lambo-chan couldn’t recognize you.” 

Ah-- truly, this thing is her. It understands her well. If given the chance, she’d have some strong words to exchange. 

The figure looks up, as if it were looking up at a sky-- but there was nothing. What a waste of an atmospheric gesture. “You were worried about it before, but it wasn’t so bad when you thought about it.” 

Tsuna had a level of trust for Byakuran. Yamamoto seemed to think positively about him, and Hibari didn’t dissuade her from continuing to contact Byakuran. That in itself was explicit agreement that this was fine. 

She was so sure that Mukuro didn’t particularly care any which way, as they weren’t really acquainted with one another. Chrome may be worried, but she was generally accepting of the fact that people could make their own choices. 

If Haru said she was okay with it, Chrome would accept that. 

Really, the only people to worry about was Gokudera and Ryohei. Haru was confident in the fact she knew how to appeal to Ryohei’s elder brother antics and prevent him from going overboard. Haru was allowed to meet with whoever she wanted, and so as long as she always made it back home in one piece, what was the issue? 

Did you think Haru would be against weaponizing her tears if it meant he’d be stun locked enough to listen to reason? A resourceful girl like her won’t hold any punches. 

Gokudera-- honestly? She could take him. They constantly fought, so their tempers were forged from adversity. She could hold her ground against him. 

The fact that Tsuna trusted Byakuran’s goodwill was plenty of ammo to use against either of them, really. 

Lambo... he honestly didn’t remember all that much of what was going on. He was confused for the majority of it, after all. If Haru said she liked being around her new friend, Lambo would accept it. (He’d also request some candies)

“Ah! Don’t forget, you mentioned how the others don’t see how broken and hurt he is.” 

Upon remembering that, she buries her face into her hands, groaning loudly. She did say that, didn’t she? If she heard that said about her, she’d be upset. 

Even if it were true, it’s still unpleasant to hear. 

“You worried that he may consider you a spy or something.” The other Haru laughs, “How silly. What, is he an idiot? You’re not the kind of personality who can put up with being fake around a person for the sake of monitoring someone. It’s dishonorable and you’d hate that. You let your crazy thoughts run wild there. There’s no way he’d think that of you. ” 

Haru did have a tendency to allow her thoughts to run wild and come up with stupid theories. She had to accede there. 

“What about... if he thinks i’m only paying attention to him out of pity?” 

“Is it wrong to have some pity for someone? If you have pity for someone, is that the only emotion you’re allowed to have towards them? Would you be mad if he approached you those times you were upset out of pity?” 

Byakuran had found her a couple of times when she was upset, and he comforted her. Even if he did it out of pity for her plight, she wouldn’t have been upset by it. 

Though, every person was different and how one reacts to something doesn’t mean everyone else will be the same. 

“Do you think he’d hold it against you for it?” 

“I’m not here to meet anyone either, so it’s nice having someone join me instead.” ♪

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“Ahaha, I just mean that I don’t want to eat alone.” C h o m p . “No one I know will eat my kitchen experiments. I’m jealous of Haru-chan in that regard.”

-

After a few steps off, he pauses and looks over his shoulder, waiting. He’ll give Haru a chance to follow– it’s been nice talking to someone totally different, even if he doubts he’s the best person to be around… but that’s a decision to leave in her hands instead of making assumptions.

-

“Anyone can be what they want to be, huh… ” He looks to the sky for a moment after matching the tiny smile.

-

“Well, it’s more of an interest. There’s nothing specific I want to do. I’m still feeling burnt out on setting goals for myself, really.”

-

“Although a bit surprised initially, you allowed me to offer her company.” She pauses for a moment as she unwraps a different cake flavor. “I’m curious, was it surprising because I asked or that it happened at all?” She held eye contact as she asked, nonchalantly popping another piece into her mouth.

“Both.” N o m ! “It’s not just that, either. You knew what happened before and still offered.”

“Haru-chan…” He doesn’t like what he’s about to ask. He really doesn’t. “Why aren’t you afraid?”

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“… Well, anyway.” Hmm. “I can tell you for sure I’m a totally different person, but… “It’s just impossible to see without knowing me before. I kept almost everything to myself, but I don’t hide much of anything now. Sho-chan and Uni-chan do try, but they still compare me to my old self, and ‘he’ took in the Wreaths, not 'me’. It’s like I’m living under my own shadow.” Sigh. “Just between us, I’m scared no one will ever see anyone else.” 

“Hey hey, really? Where’d you get a projector? Are you going to keep snipping random parts of our interactions and make a whole flashback slideshow out of it?” 

She knew she had a tendency to be ‘extra,’ but this was a bit much, wasn’t it? 

The other Haru puffs her cheeks, feeling the other Haru was boring for stopping her. “There were still more. I call it the compilation of ‘it got Haru curious and concerned. This feels like a cry for help from a person who thinks they’re not allowed to do so.’ A great title, I know.” 

Haru looks at the other skeptically, and the other catches the cue. “I figured a good reminder was in order. You think he’d hold it against you if you wanted to offer your company? He feels like a lonely soul, doesn’t he? I dare say that he craves for company but doesn’t think he can ask for it. Maybe it’d be an issue if you only felt pity for him, but is that the case?” 

Of course it wasn’t, and the other Haru would know that. Maybe pity was involved somewhere, but she could see that he was struggling. Even so, he wasn’t giving up, though it did seem like sometimes he would much rather give up. 

With his recent move, she’d been inside of his apartment before. It was... sparse to say the very least. It was hard to say that someone was truly living there in the metaphorical sense. 

The only thing that gave her comfort in that moment was that when she asked if he’d unpacked everything, he acknowledged there wasn’t much in his apartment. At least, not yet. 

That was a sign if any that he did intend to slowly fill up his apartment with personal flair. In that way, his place could become a home for him to truly live in. 

Really, Haru was a busybody. She couldn’t leave a struggling person alone. She liked to be helpful towards others, and she knew he was the same. The time he cured her brain-freeze was something she thought about from time to time. 

The way he healed Yamamoto, even though they were technically ‘enemies’ in the future. 

It gave the feel that over any past misgivings or what, he had more of a desire to help others than to hold any grudges. 

Going off gut instinct, “I suppose he wouldn’t hold it against me.” 

“You’re forgetting an important bit. Whether he can trust or understand your intentions.” 

“!!!”

True. 

Did he understand that she was only trying to help? Was he questioning why she was hanging around him? Maybe he wondered if he was even deserving of such? 

Maybe her help wasn’t needed, or it was her overstepping boundaries. Was he just too nice to say anything about it? She did have the tendency to overlook things sometimes in her overzealousness. 

“Even you’d have some sense to know if you started overstepping boundaries. Ultimately, you may end up helping him through small actions. Are you willing to deprive someone of help that they may or may not realize they need because you’re worried he may get mad about it?” 

That was a hard question. She didn’t like to bother others, and she certainly didn’t want to impose, but she also wanted to help. 

She didn’t think herself so important to believe such a thing like ‘I can fix him,’ because-- from what she could see, he didn’t need fixing. There wasn’t anything to fix! He was just... your average person. 

Okay, as average as you can be with the backstory he had, anyways. 

THE POINT BEING! That he was basically a normal person, but he had a lot of baggage to sort through. 

What he needed wasn’t fixing, but healing. 

She wasn’t too sure about how he normally lived his day to day life, but she could see that he was willing to take steps to enrich his life more if given the opportunity. 

He didn’t dismiss her or send her away when she tried to approach him. When she tried to help him or offer some suggestions, he was willing to go through with it. 

“Do you think those are the action of a person who thinks you’re overstepping boundaries? Someone who invites you to his place after moving? Allowing you to assess his living conditions and let you drag him off to go grocery shopping so you can stock his fridge with food to eat? Are you implying he’s manipulating you to do that?” 

The hairs at the back of her neck prickle in anger. “Don’t you dare speak such filth when I know that’s not true!”

“Then why are you pointlessly worrying? He’s not Tsuna. He seems to appreciate your company and your care. His attempts to help you can also be seen as his attempts to return favors. Maybe, he appreciates what you’re doing more than you’re letting yourself take credit for. Just because you were left feeling your actions were wasted or taken for granted, doesn’t mean he’s the same. That’s a disservice to him.” 

Who knew you can close your eyes and get attacked where it hurts. 

She didn’t dream to get attacked like this, thank you. 

Sometimes, she got caught up in the weirdest of things, and in situations like this, she realizes that her thought process was swayed by her past experiences with a failed love. 

“Don’t forget, he invited you over after he overheard you talking to Kyoko. I don’t think he would have done so if you had upset him with your thoughts or actions. Maybe he doesn’t trust you yet like you worry, but maybe... he is trying to reach out in a way to show that he’s trying to trust you. Consider that, maybe?” 

She started off this dream really annoyed, but she had to hand it to herself, when she really sat down to focus on things, she could get very introspective. 

Not to tooth her own horn, but she felt like she was making a lot of great points, and had good rationale. 

“Both of you simply like helping others. It’s really not that complicated. Do what you think is helpful, but be mindful of how your actions affect him. Be patient and open-minded. Most of all, just talk to him. Just as your worrying to the point you’re dreaming about talking to yourself- he’s got his own worries. Just talk.” 

The other Haru pokes at her forehead and that somehow jolts Haru awake. 

Sitting up in bed, she looks at the clock. It was too early in the morning to consider texting someone. 

The dream was tiring, but you know? It helped clear her mind and her reservations. She’ll have to reach out soon and ask to have a talk to clear the air. 

#Yuuwen #Parallelroutes #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask! #Haru speaks #((I got tired towards the end and then I started the quick process of yeeting out. I think 3k is long enough tho so ahahah)) #((I did my best. Gomen)) #Neo drabble

[congregamus]

Happy Apostiversary, GP

A year ago today, I walked away from what was — by all who measured — a strong, if complicated, monastic vocation. This is an echo of another apostasy from another strong and complicated relationship — mine with music. Neither of those vocations (classical performer, Marian monastic) could survive the ironic reality of the mystical experiences I have had, both "vocations" being my fantasies about myself, which, for my own amusement, I projected onto a world-sized screen.

Surprisingly — or perhaps, not — I had my first mystical experience this same calendar week in May of 2010. It lasted probably about 5-10 clock minutes, but it crashed my mental OS for a couple of days, after which, I pretended that nothing of significance had happened.

Then, in the summer of 2011, on a tour bus, I had a spiritual breaking-open that lasted for a few days, and, after which, it was impossible to continue my life as I had been living it. As a result, my career as a performer started to die, and I eventually retired from classical music. This was driven almost entirely by my need to make sense of what had happened to me.

It took me three more years to let go of my "success," but I eventually changed my career from performer to caregiver. I worked on myself in solitude and developed my compassion practicum.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere,* I was the beneficiary of a type of Annunciation from a casual envoy of a group of life religious, the Community of the Mother of Jesus (CMJ). Willing to be puzzled, I perceived the metaphor and said, "fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum."

In the context of my performing career, I understood — demonstrably, measurably — why it was better for me to subordinate my individuality to the collective. Ironically, in life religious, it was not immediately clear what might be achieved by this habit (pardon the pun). I did, however, recognize the story pattern that my life likes to use, and I showed up consciously.

From very recent experience, I knew at the time better than to align with any organization or meta-narrative, but I found that I was willing again to subordinate myself for the sake of... I suppose I must admit I knew not what. For six years, I did my spiritual work within the context of the Episcopal church.

On the one hand, my interface with Divinity has been mostly a top-down flow; however, it is not my intent to disparage bottom-up models. (Non-physical space being non-physical, directionality is a very limited tool for communicating these ideas, but we have to use what we have.) I'm used to down-flow, and it's possible that the move into life religious (that is to say explicitly: the desire to experience the conscious Crucifixion of the ego) bubbled up from deeper than that to which I normally have access.**

On this anniversary of both my becoming a mystic and abandoning its Christian expression, it's difficult to conclude anything meaningful while remaining emotionally honest.

For example, it would be easy enough, though perhaps ill-advised, to forge a quick meaning out of these fragments. (I write poetry; I've been doing that for decades, after all.) But there is something unutterable in the Vision of Apocalypse whose "feast" I celebrate today. That very something confirms the necessity of rubble and reconstruction, each a half-truth.

I must remain honest that I am still in the rubble. This is in part, perhaps, due to my misreading*** of the book of life that led me to adjoin myself with a monastic community, perhaps the same kind of misreading that led me to accept an offer from institutional classical music and which initiated this near-total transformation which is naturally no real change at all.

I keep thinking "surely, this dark night of the soul is almost over..." It is necessary to remember, though, that when I understood that what was next required of me was to dive as deeply within myself as I had soared above in Vision, I dove deep and true. In fact, unless I experience profound "divine grace," my perception of the journey "back up" will take just as long. I should probably expect this "dark night" to last another 9-10 ("earth") years. That's just a guess, but it's a good guess.

The twin "passions" of my choral career and my tenure with life religious were by no means necessary, but I admit that — though I could not have known it at the time — I "agreed" to them. People use game imagery for the "play of life," and I think it is a good image. If you get hurt in the game played in good faith, there is no one to blame, but it may still be necessary to heal. That's perhaps the best way of saying "where" I am subjectively positioned on this anniversary's solemn celebration.

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FOOTNOTES

*Good stories being what they are, this was very much not out of nowhere. In hindsight, this was a clear development/recapitulation of primary thematic material. This Annunciation would not have had a stage on which to play itself out had I not been singing — again!, against my declarations to the contrary — in a choir. (Please note also that my professional choral career revolved almost entirely around singing the praises of the Blessed Virgin in a secular context.) If I had not attached myself to the loft at Atonement (for money), when I had that conversation with my personal Angel Gabriel upon which my biography turned, there would have been no resonance between us for the metaphor to transfer and regenerate itself.

**At its most basic, being a "top-down" person means that I usually prefer abstraction and intellectualization over specificity and practicality. A "bottom-up" perspective — which is what Christianity expresses fundamentally in the Incarnation — is not the mode in which I feel as fluent, though I am learning to balance those "directional flows." I prefer down-flow models because it helps me predict in the face of chaos, but up-flow-orientation can be just as good at assessment and prediction. As regards "deeper than that to which I have access," this is intended to be in comparison to the "higher" aspects of intellect, to which I often have access. Chthonic feeling remains closed to me unless I'm out of my mind on substance.

*** Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg, author of The Beginning of Desire: Reflections on Genesis, accusing Jacob, accuses me:  "In view of this, Jacob's attempt to resolve, to "read" the text of God's covenant in the light of his own life seems impeccable. And yet, as we have seen, God does not merely override Jacob's reading (as in the above midrash), but – much more radically – He marks such an attempt, wherever it occurs, as vulgar misreading, a lack of aesthetic tact."

[studiohromi]

Outfit of the day, 2023-05-08: big ugly sweater, comfy pants, basic long-sleeved tee.

I'm reclaiming this character illustration style with low-stakes self portraits, following a bad client experience that injured my ego.

I started developing this character style last year while working on a beer can design project for Arvon Brewing Co., a local brewery. It quickly became one of my favorite ways to draw, and I began incorporating these characters into other projects (a billboard design for Jastal Plumbing, Inktober 2022, and a mural at Bunker Elementary School). Usually when they're not depicting real people, the characters also have offbeat skin colors (peep some examples here).

I was also hired for a project by another company I won't name, who sought me out specifically because of these characters and the environments I was putting them into for the Arvon project. The premise would be essentially the same: colorful characters in lush scenes, each based on a theme.

It did not work out with this company. I finished one illustration for them, but they opted to not use it or to continue our relationship after that. They were working with a marketing advisory group that simply did not like the characters and didn't understand their colorful skin (they're cartoons, does it need to make perfect sense beyond being a fun aesthetic?) and thought the products would not sell as a result.

In any case, I kind of saw it coming. Even though my client was enthusiastic about my work upon hiring me, it was a lackluster relationship from the start. They took weeks to respond or send me feedback, gave unclear instructions that resulted in me having to backtrack and make huge revisions, and ultimately reversed course and discontinued our relationship for the very reason they initially wanted me to work with them.

What they should have done: They should have strategized with the marketing group beforehand and presented the Arvon designs as examples for what they were planning to do. If the marketing group decided it was a bad idea, the company shouldn't have hired me in the first place. If somehow the idea made it past that stage and they hired me anyway, they should have made me aware of the marketing group's strategy and suggestions instead of letting me run wild with their vague unformed prompts. They should have been clear with their intentions and ideas for each design, either with thorough written descriptions or by having a brainstorming meeting with me.

What I should have done: I should have written a cancellation clause into our contract. Normally I do this with medical illustration client projects because the stakes (and the fees) are higher and because medical illustration is my main source of income (and therefore I guess I subconsciously think of it as my real work, my serious work) but for some reason I neglected to do it for this. Thankfully the client paid the invoice for the illustration I completed (literally the day the payment was due; better under the wire than never), but had there been a cancellation clause in place, I likely would have been entitled to an additional ~$1,000 for partially-completed work. I also should have been more persistent about meeting with them to brainstorm and ensure I was on the right track with what they wanted from me (although I did ask for this repeatedly during one of the long silent periods when I was waiting for feedback that never arrived). I had had such a smooth and unrestricted experience with Arvon, and this (incorrectly) felt like a continuation of that. My guard was down, as were my usual safeguards that guarantee a project's success.

All that said, the fact that this project was cancelled hurt my feelings more than it ordinarily would. Cancelled projects happen sometimes! But this illustration style is perhaps the first I've used that seems uniquely "me," and the characters felt as though they came from somewhere deep within me when I was developing my illustrations for Arvon. Drawing them is usually really fun and freeing for me.

Unrelated to the cancellation of this particular project, I was also working on my mural for Bunker Elementary around the same time. That project was ultimately very rewarding, but it also physically and mentally took a lot out of me. I stared at six of my colorful characters for many frustrating, paint-covered hours, and I was pretty burned out at the end. Even more unrelated but also occurring around the same time, a friend passed along some entirely unnecessary "feedback" that somebody had recently told him how much they hated my character designs, and how that was actually a good thing because negative opinions just mean that I've "made it." While I don't necessarily disagree with that premise and I don't expect everybody to love every artistic endeavor of mine, it felt like a little bit of a dig disguised as a compliment, and all of the above made me never want to draw in this style ever again.

So to bring some of the joy back into it, until the right project comes along again, I'm just going to be drawing myself... for myself (and for the internet, I guess).

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[mythbits]

me: i’m thinking Thoughts. i’m processing Ideas. connections are Happening and they Will be created. i am Creating. i’m-

also me: hehehhhhhohheeeehooheehehee smol

....listen-

[rambling in the tags, don’t mind me]

#g/t #sona #doodlebits #....i got nothin' #the Only thoughts i'm thinking are: should i make another sideblog jdsfdsf #bcuz idk if i should keep putting g.t stuff here or just move it somewhere else #(i mean...its my blog and i do what i want of course but still djssfd) #('course i can always just tag things for blacklisting so-) #if i'm being real any ego ideas i have are DEEP deep down in my brain #n i dont wanna frustrate myself w/ trying to draw what doesn't really be drawn rn #it'll always be an interest of mine of course dont get me wrong! #idk just thoughts; if you have any thoughts abt it let me know! #(i'll think abt it more over the weekend)

[probablynotasquid]

I dont know if you take requests for Genshin Impact, but i'm gonna shoot my shot anyway so here goes

Post imposter!au when everyone finds out that the "imposter" wqs actually the real creator and theyre asking for forgiveness. Reader tells them not to hunt down any "imposters" they find from that point forward. However later reader find out that Venti, Ei, and Zhongli are still killing any "imposter" they come across regardless of whether or not they actually claimed to be the creator. Reader decides to punish them by taking away their powers avatar the last airbender style (weapons, visions, EVERYTHING) and cursing them to walk the earth until they earn the right to have their powers again

What do you think?

ack sorry this took so long!! but i really like this idea and i really wanted to write something up for it so here it is!!!

thanks for the request ;))

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You trusted them.

It was foolish, really. After being hunted relentlessly for longer than you could remember, your blood was finally spilt, and the world begged for forgiveness.

Like a fool, you gave it to them. The ones who persecuted you mercilessly and relentlessly until you collapsed from fatigue and exhaustion. You accepted, in that moment, that this was the end for you. Your efforts were for naught. The sleepless nights and blurry days only served as false hope. There was nothing left for you. Not anymore.

Not even as you sat upon your throne in the finest silks, adorned with the rarest of stones, fed the most meticulously prepared dishes. The robes were as itchy as rough canvas. The jewellery was as heavy as prison chains. The food was as bland as paper.

Your first act as the newly crowned Creator was to forbid the abuse of any future 'imposters'. Ever the merciful protector, they wailed, ever the glorious Creator. You prayed that your words would hold merit, now that you had the power and influence you needed. You knew first-hand how cruel this world's people are. They desperately needed guidance. Would they be willing to grow?

Your answer became obvious sooner than you would have liked.

The breeze happily caressed your face as you wandered down one of Liyue's many beaches. The sand snuggled into your bare feet and the waves sang you the calmest of melodies. For once, you were alone and at peace, free from the obsessive crowds.

Blood. A deep vermillion stained the beach in front of you. It oozed from a crumpled figure, lifelessly still and pitiful.

It was you. Your empty eyes stared blankly back at you. Your lips began to blue and your limbs had stiffened up. Your hair was matted with blood, your skin was bruised and lashed beyond repair.

No, you realised. It wasn't you. The corpse's build was lankier than your own, just barely. Its eyes lacked the flakes of colour that you used to take so much pride in, back when you were a normal person in a modern world. It didn't have that birthmark you had grown up with.

It was almost you. Someone murdered someone who was almost you. Something you had forbade the moment your blood revealed your identity.

Elemental traced laced the body. Electro, Geo, and Anemo. It was no coincidence, you fumed. Your most loyal acolytes. The three individuals that had cried and begged for forgiveness at your calloused feet. So self-important. They never bothered to think about others before acting. Perhaps your forgiveness had inflated their egos. You forgave them before, you would forgive them again, right?

Right?

Anger flared from the deepest corners of your body. Furious flames licked at your nerves. Hazy smoke blinded your mind and suffocated your heart. The audacity of them. Their impertinence would not be overlooked. They dared go against the one thing you asked of them.

After everything you'd done for them. After everything you had given them. Months of grinding and dedication, for what? For them to use it against the people they were supposed to protect? To use it against you?

In a moment of indignation and vulnerability, you took it all away. They didn't deserve anything. They would never hurt anyone ever again. They would never hurt you ever again.

Five-star weapons. Five-star artifacts. Talent and ascension materials. Visions. You would bestow them upon those who truly earned your favour. The humble and the kind would gain these gifts in their stead.

Elemental power crashed over you in a tsunami of emotion. A cacophony of swirling and crystallising electro manifested in your veins. It was painful. It was cathartic.

They had everything you could give them.

Now they had nothing.

#sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin impact #self aware genshin #genshin sagau

[bi-bard]

The Wrecks Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd [Pt. 2] - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: The Wrecks Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd [Pt. 2]

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,616 words

Warning(s): mention of trauma

Author's Note: Here's the second part that I mentioned.

Parts one and two aren't explicitly connected, but you can read part one here!

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Four

So break your silence I might not like it But I'll still be the dog at your door

I had spent far longer than I should've looking for Jason all around the tower.

It would've gone faster if I had some help, but everyone I asked seemed to have some kind of chip on their shoulder. I decided not to argue about any of it. I knew that nothing good would come from it and would most likely just result in me getting snapped at. I didn't want to deal with any of them at the moment.

I found Jason in the training room.

"Hey," I said, trying to get his attention.

He didn't respond.

He had been like that for a while. Cold, disconnected. It made me feel sick. I wanted to help him, but I had no idea where to start when he wouldn't talk to me most of the time.

"Jason," I raised my voice a little, hoping that maybe he just hadn't heard me.

No response.

I took a deep breath before finding a clear spot by the wall. I moved over, going to sit on the floor with my back leaning against the wall.

If he wouldn't speak to me, then the least I could do was offer some kind of silent support.

I don't know how long I spent in that spot. I alternated between watching him train and picking at my nails.

"What are you doing," Jason finally asked after what felt like hours.

"Keeping you company," I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes at me, looking away again.

"I... I heard about... some of what happened, are you alright?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're my boyfriend and I care about you," I said.

He shook his head.

I pushed myself off the floor and walked over to him. I reached out and touched his arm. He pulled away from me.

"Jason," I muttered. He tried to turn away from me again. I reached forward and took a firmer hold of his wrist. "I care about you, Jason. I want to be there for you, but I can only do so much if you won't talk to me. I just... I need to know what you want. If you want me to stay, fine. If you want me to walk away, fine. But I'm going to abandon you just because you're shutting down. If anything, I'm going to work harder to get through to you."

He closed his eyes.

I felt tears fill my eyes. "I love you. A lot. I would do damn near anything for you... I just need to know what you want. Talk to me, reject me, yell at me, I don't care, but please, don't just shut me out. The silence hurts so much more."

I stepped forward and kissed his cheek, letting my forehead rest against him as my eyes closed.

"I trust you... I believe you."

I almost broke down when I felt his arms wrap around me.

I wrapped my arms around him, one of my hands finding the hair on the back of his neck.

I knew there were two definite paths in front of us. One was us moving forward together through all of this. The other was Jason letting me go and me having to watch him go through this without me.

I went to lean back, but Jason's arms tightened around me.

"Stay," he mumbled. "Please."

Those two words were enough of a step forward for the time being.

Ugly Side

I guess I've never known the real thing I never cared to look I swear I tried, but something scared me And I guess that's all it took

When Jason and I first met, he was cocky.

That was the best word to use.

His time as Robin had already gone to his ego somewhat.

I had been doing work around Gotham for a little while at that point. I had met and worked with Batman a few times, but that was the extent of it. I didn't need or want him to train me.

He did a lot of flirting.

It was all playful. Dumb little comments that I usually brushed off with a laugh or a smack on the arm... or the back of the head. It usually depended on the comment.

And then, I was invited to join the Titans in San Francisco. Batman asked me himself during an info exchange. He said something along the lines of "Gotham has its share of heroes, go somewhere that your work will be appreciated."

And no, I don't he actually believed that idea for a minute.

But still, I packed up my stuff and made it out there.

Met Dick, Rachel, and Gar. I finally got to see Jason outside of the suits and the masks.

The flirting started again, but it felt... different.

Maybe it was because he could see me now. Properly see me. Maybe something about the vulnerability of it all. It all just was... a lot. It was all just... different.

Or maybe I just felt different about it.

I had been in the kitchen getting myself some coffee when Jason walked in.

I was pouring in some creamer when he spoke up, "Careful, the coffee's gonna end up sweeter than you."

I rolled my eyes and put the creamer down on the counter. He moved to stand next to me with a little smirk on his face.

I bit my lip for a moment as he turned to make his coffee.

As he put the creamer back on the counter, I tapped on his shoulder. He looked over at me. I leaned over and pressed my lips to his.

It was like time froze for a few moments. Just a few. It was just the two of us and nothing else mattered.

He pulled away suddenly.

He blinked at me in silence.

"Jason," I said, furrowing my eyebrows at his reaction.

"I... I um, I gotta... I gotta go," he muttered. He walked away from the counter.

I caught his face turning red. I smirked a little bit. For the first time, I was the one making him nervous.

"What about your coffee," I asked, chuckling.

"I'll get some later- fuck!"

Jason shouted when he stubbed his toe against the edge of the counter. I covered my mouth to hold in my laugh.

"I'll... I'll see you later."

"Alright," I nodded.

Jason would end up asking me on a date three days later.

No Place I'd Rather Be

I like it when you hold me I can feel it in my lungs Inhaling in the morning sun I wonder how you woke it up

I woke up to a weight on my chest.

I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment, my brain not quite catching up with the present moment. I turned my head at an admittedly awkward angle to see Jason's hair.

Everything seemed to click in that moment.

Jason had curled himself into my side.

Jason had stayed in my room last night.

He was starting to do that more often.

His head was on my chest. His arms were locked around my torso. His legs lazily tangled with mine.

He was so calm... so content.

One of my hands found its way to his hair, attempting to run through it without finding some tangled section. My other hand rested on his upper arm. My thumb traced circles on the skin just under the sleeve of his t-shirt.

I let out a small sigh, letting my eyes close again.

I didn't move again until I heard Jason grumble as he stretched a bit. I looked down at him just as his head moved so he could look at me.

"Morning," I said quietly.

"Morning," he replied, leaning up to kiss me. He shifted a bit, holding himself over me.

I smiled into the kiss for a moment before leaning back. My hand cupped the side of his face. He leaned into my touch a bit.

"We should probably get up," I muttered, glancing at the clock on my bedside table. "Before Dick comes barging in and telling us to get ready to train."

"No," Jason grumbled, lowering himself back down, lying on me fully.

"Jason," I chuckled. "Come on-"

"Nope."

I was about to speak but he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine again. I rolled my eyes but kissed him back regardless.

He pulled away first this time. "I wanna stay here forever."

He sounded sleepy as he spoke. But the soft look on his face was enough for me to know how much he truly meant it. My hand found his hair again as my face warmed up a bit.

"I just wanna stay here with you. I feel safe here."

There was no way that I would get a fully awake Jason to ever admit to that. I wasn't going to interrupt him now.

"It just feels... right," he muttered. "With you."

"I feel safe with you too, Jason," I mumbled back.

We fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments.

It would've been longer if there hadn't been a knock on my door.

"I'm gonna fight him-"

I grabbed Jason's arm as he went to stand up. "Ignore him."

"You suddenly seem happy to hide here."

"I've been convinced," I shrugged, pulling him back to me. His arms returned to their place around my torso. "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled before kissing my collarbone.

That moment confirmed it.

I would go anywhere I had to as long as Jason was next to me when I did.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Unspoken Challenge ~ Bang Chan [M]

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, nerdy/dom chan

PAIRING: Nerd Bang Chan x Reader

WARNING: Light choking, squirting, Chan dom...I think that’s it

A pen was tapping over and over again on the desk behind you and it was starting to stress you out. The class was already hard enough you didn't need some moron making it worse, you took in a deep breath trying to push down the urge to smack whoever it was behind you. They'd done nothing but tap the pen onto the desk as if they were anxiously waiting for something to happen. As time passed the pen tapper got faster until you finally snapped, turning around and slamming your hands onto the desk making the pen tapping stop.  

"Do you have any idea how god damn annoying you are?!" The boy behind you smirked as you snapped at him, he'd been doing it to wind you. Felix was the University player and liked it whenever girls talked back to him, it gave him a reason to shamelessly flirt with them.

"The dog bites, I like it." You rolled your eyes at the boy who had a giant smirk on his face. Lee Felix, he was one of the popular students at your university and you hated him and his group of friends. They did nothing but wind you and another student up - Christopher Bang - claiming that you were both cheating on tests or they would come up with some kind of nasty rumour about you both this week alone it was that you'd slept with the entire football team. It wound you up that they were always so cruel to Chan when he was nothing but sweet to everyone he met, it didn't bother you so much when they were mean to you but when they were mean to Chan it pissed you off.

"What's up princess? Chan cant get it up and satisfy you in bed?" A bunch of snickers followed the comment he made but you just rolled your eyes again, turning to face the front of as you started waiting for time to pass. 'princess' was Chan's nickname for you, no one else's and it irked you that someone else had the audacity to use it on you. All you had to do was make it through this one lesson and everything would be fine, you could go and find Chan, Minho and Seungmin and go for lunch. The only thing getting you through this lesson was the thought of lunch with your boyfriend and two close friends.

"We all know what you're after, a good dicking but you're not going to get it from Chan," Felix whispered in your ear as he leant forward to you. He noticed you watching the clock above the teachers head and chuckled softly, 

"You can come to me anytime, I'll show you how a real man should fuck you..." Hearing his words you drowned out his voice thinking about the first time that you and Chan had been together...How he was nothing like you thought he would be. See, everyone had Chan pegged to be the super quiet, shy and nerdy type...Which he was but once you got him into the bedroom it was as if an alter ego took over. You called him Christopher since Chan hated whenever someone would call him by his long name.

"Running late?" Minho smirked as you began sprinting towards the student library as you ignored him but he just ran alongside you, teasing you repeatedly as you rushed to get to the door. 

"Minho, fuck off. If I'm late again Chan will kill me." You mumbled as you slowed down to a walk outside the door, pushing the double doors open to see Chan had already packed up his things. 

"Chan I was caught up at work-"

"Whatever, you clearly don't want to get through the class. I'm not wasting my time with you." You hated that he was blowing you off, you'd been trapped at a late shift so you couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't as though you had Chan's number so you could let him know what was going on. He was so private he wouldn't give you his mobile number or where his dorm was, you'd tried to get it from him but he wouldn't tell you.

"Chan I need to pass this class, work kept me behind and made me do a later shift...I want to pass this class please-" You were following him out of the library as he walked away from you, keeping his head down as he tried to ignore the fact that you were there. You weren't going to let him get away with ditching you, not when you really needed this from him. There was no one else you could go to. No one was as smart as Chan and he knew that.

"It's Friday night, just go out and drink...Whatever it is you do on a Friday." He mumbled to you, stopping himself from walking when you stood in front of him. This was the first time he looked at you properly today, you weren't in your normal attire. Normally you'd be in jeans and a low cut top but today you were in a diner dress and some tennis shoes. The nametag on your dress being the giveaway that it was your work attire.

"We can do this Monday, I have plans tonight." He mumbled moving away from you but all he could think about was the dress you were wearing and the way you looked in the dress. He wasn't an idiot, he knew you were good looking but he also knew you were out of his league so he was never going to do anything. That didn't stop his mind from wandering about things though, the things he would do to you if you were his and he could have his way with you. Punishing you for being late to an important study session, punishing you for the way you wore low cut tops and bent over in front of him. Sometimes he thought you only did those things just to tease him. 

Minho chuckled at you as you watched Chan walking away, his leg was kicked up on the wall behind him as he laughed at you.

"You're not going to drop this are you?" You shook your head at his question and demanded Chan's dorm room number. You knew they were living in the same dorm building and he had to know where Chan was. There was no way you were going to not study, Chan was the smartest kids in the university and not to mention in your course. He was your only hope of passing the test on Tuesday.

The door swung open but Chan didn't seem too happy to see you standing there. The smile on his face dropped and he rolled his eyes, he thought you were the pizza he'd ordered himself. His ''plans'' for Friday night were to sit alone watching the new Anime that had come out with a pizza.

"I told you we could study Monday-" He went to shut the door but you pushed your foot in front of it stopping him from doing so if you were anybody else he would have continued to shut the door. 

"Chan, the test is Tuesday. Please. I'm hopeless without your help." He nodded at you not disagreeing that you were hopeless in it and not being able to resist the puppy dog look in your eyes so let you into his dorm room.

"You get one hour, any more than that I'll charge you." You excitedly threw your arms around him, jumping up and down as you thanked him over and over again but his mind was racing. You were still in the diner outfit that made his mind wander over everything, he could feel your chest pressed against him that made him bite his lip.

"Y-Yeah, come on in." He stuttered out, pushing his thick black glasses onto his face as he shut the door behind you. 

"What exactly is the part you're struggling on?" He questioned as he walked you into the living area of his apartment, sitting you down and sitting beside you with his own books. 

"If I say all of it will you kill me..." He raised his eyebrows at you and shook his head, he had no idea how you could have been struggling with any of it. He was helping the tutor grade papers and all of yours were on par with his. You were smart to say you were one of the popular girls in the University,

"I've been behind because of work, I haven't had time to get as much studying as I would like done." He nodded along with you and then he started questioning you on small bits from the classes that week. Wanting to know what you did and didn't know so he could come up with a studying style that would be best for you. 

Later that night you woke up to a blanket being laid over you, you flinched looking up to see Chan standing there. He'd been grilling you for most of the night with questions and when his pizza finally arrived he shared it with you. Choosing to help you rather than throwing you to the curb like he said he was going to do,

"You fell asleep, you looked peaceful so I was going to just-" You shook your head, telling him that he didn't have to explain himself to you.

"C-Can I come over during the weekend? I don't have a shift so I can study for longer. Unless you have plans?" You suggested, getting up from the sofa and hunting around for your bag, the only plans he had would be the anime and he liked the idea of helping you far more than that. 

"I don't have plans...You can come tomorrow." He whispered as he began walking you to the door, checking outside of the door to make sure the male tutor wasn't around and you wouldn't get scolded for being in the boy's dorm. The one rule on campus, no girls in the boy's dorms, no boys in the girl's dorms. 

"Thanks for this Chan, I owe you one." Without even thinking, you stood up on your tiptoes to give him a small kiss on the cheeks. His ears began to turn a bright red colour making you giggle as you quietly snuck out of his room and headed home, looking forward to the weekend of studying with him. Chan's hand slowly raised to his cheek as he touched where your lips had been, he groaned to himself ignoring the tent that was starting to pitch in his jeans. It was just a stupid kiss yet his mind kept wandering back to the butterflies he'd been feeling.

The next night you were sitting together after studying all day, it felt as though you were in class rather than studying. Chan had different tests laid out for you, flashcards and study folders all laid out for you to work from. 

"I could rip my eyeballs out, how do you get all of this done." You yawned at him, it seemed as though he just glanced at a page and the information would instantly be implanted into his brain.

"You're like one of those Aliens, aren't you? You absorb information with one glance!" The fake gasp that came from you made Chan laugh which sent butterflies to your stomach, you'd not heard him laugh like that before. The smile on his face was enough to make your whole body feel like you were floating, he looked so cute when he smiled like that. A small dimple on his cheek and the way his eyes scrunched together,

"You have a really pretty smile," You whispered before you even realised you were talking aloud, a giant blush spread along Chan's freckled cheeks and his ears turned a brighter red than before. 

"I'm sorry cutie, I didn't mean to embarrass you." You squeezed his cheeks playfully but his hand gripped onto your wrist to stop you from babying him like you were, 

"Don't treat me like I'm a baby, I'm not." He growled at you, you were taken back a little not expecting this side to come from him it and interested you a lot. 

"I-I'm sorry, I was just playing...You are cute though Chan." Your comment was only met by another growl and he moved away from you muttering something under his breath that you didn't hear.

"Chan?" You went to reach for him to apologise but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning you to the sofa below him. You squirmed under his grasp looking up into his dark eyes as he stared down at you,

"I'm not some cute little nerd," You let out a small whimper as you looked up at him. A pool went down to your core at the way he looked at you, his eyes had darkened over and it wasn't the nerdy Chan you knew. You squirmed once again under his grasp. 

"Squirming so much and I haven't even touched you," He smirked and you could have sworn the nerdy Chan you knew was gone and replaced with whoever this was now. 

"You're so pretty when you're scared...Maybe I should fuck you dumb huh? Then maybe we can fill the brain with the study material...Stop you watching your phone every four seconds." He'd caught you reading through something on your phone that wasn't the work he was setting you and he didn't care what it was he just didn't want you to waste his or your time. This side of him made you excited but you also wanted to tease him for it see what else he was hiding under the nerdy persona he was exhibiting, 

"I bet you'd cum as soon as you put it in me," You challenged, looking him in the eyes as you bucked you hips up to meet his. He licked his lips watching you as he nodded along with what you were saying, not agreeing with you but accepting the unspoken challenge. 

"Is that a bet?" You nodded your head at him and he smirked, throwing his glasses down onto the coffee table where your books were left unattended now. 

"If I win, you study all weekend and you owe me a favour." He told you as he let go of your wrists completely watching to see what you do.

"And if I win, which I will...What do I get?" He shrugged his shoulders,

"Whatever you want, but trust me, kitten-" He bent down to whisper in your ear this time, 

"You're not going to win." His voice sent shivers down your spine and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him closely, wanting nothing more than to make out with him on the spot. 

"What makes you so sure? You're just a nerd-" You stopped talking as soon as he pulled the hoodie off from his body revealing a pack of abs you never would have guessed were under there. 

"Concentrate darling, anyone would think you have a thing for the nerd." He growled grabbing you by your neck and standing you up as he carefully walked you towards the bedroom. He hadn't even touched you and you could feel how wet you were, practically leaking through your panties. 

"Strip," He ordered as he slammed his bedroom door shut, sitting on the edge of his bed as he watched you closely. You smirked at him, slowly undoing the zip of your black jacket before revealing a black lowcut top you'd worn a couple of times before. He kept his eyes on you, giving no inclination as to what he was feeling or thinking as you stripped.

"Slowly," He whispered getting down onto the floor in front of you as you got to nothing but your panties. You hissed as he slapped your thighs and you slowly began to lower your panties. 

"So fucking wet for the nerd." He chuckled as he watched the way your arousal stuck to your panties before he threw you down onto the bed. Kissing you roughly as he let his tongue explore your mouth you wrapped your arms around his neck as you relaxed into the kiss. Feeling sparks fly out of your body the moment he kissed you. The kiss intensified and he smirked, dragging you to the edge so you were displayed out for him, he ran his hand over your thighs. 

"Spread them," You did as he said and looked at him as he watched you closely. 

"Do you want me to touch you?" You nodded desperately, hopeless for some kind of touch from him.

"Where do you want me to touch you? Use your words," You wanted to scream at him just to touch you but you didn't, you stayed quiet as you looked at him. 

"H-Here," You whispered running your own finger over your clit but he slapped it away before slowly rubbing his thumb over your clit. You bit your lip, holding back the moans that were trying to escape from you, 

"Don't hide the moans, let everyone know who's making you feel good." He ordered you as he thumb continued to rub your clit in circles vigorously. You moaned out, rolling your head back against the mattress as you enjoyed his touches. Pathetic and high pitched whimpers leaving your lips whenever he would change the direction of his rubbing, 

"Feel good baby? Is the nerd making you feel good?" He questioned in a condescending tone that only made you more attracted to him. When you didn't answer him he wrapped his other hand around your neck, applying a small amount of pressure making you choke out a moan. 

"Answer me." 

"Yes! F-Feels so fucking good!" You cried out only to be met with a slap against your clit making you cry out again, he let go of your neck and pushed two fingers into you. 

"So tight princess, have you not fucked someone in a while?" He questioned as he began to rock his fingers in and out of you, using his other thumb on your clit again. 

"N-No...N-Not s-since last year." You whimpered not knowing why you were telling him you hadn't been laid in a while. 

"Maybe that's why you're always so pent up...Just need a good fucking," You nodded at him as you desperately began to plea for him to let you cum. He only rubbed your clit faster and smirked up at you, 

"Can I cum? Please?" He chuckled darkly as you begged for him to let you cum, you were dripping down onto the sheets each time he pulled his fingers out of your cunt. 

"Want you to ride my thigh first." You were shocked at his words but without hesitation, you pushed him to sit down on the bed and you straddled his thigh. Moaning out as the thick fabric came into contact with your bare core. 

"F-Fuck." You whimpered as you began to slowly move your hips on his thigh. Rocking back and forth as he put a finger on your clit making you cry out. 

The friction was getting too much for you and you were crying out his name. Your head laid on his shoulder as you rode his thigh. 

"You can cum now, like a good girl." He whispered, and just like that you did. 

"Chan!" Your hands dug into his arm as you continued to ride his thigh. Cumming onto the fabric of his jeans before he pushed you down onto the bed again, your legs were shaking as you begged for him to fuck you instead of teasing you. 

"I-I get it, I shouldn't have said what I said...Y-You win." You whispered as he began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans. 

"You're still so wet princess, and look at the mess you made." You glanced at his trousers and felt the heat rush up your body in embarrassment. 

"I want you to make a mess like that on my cock, can you do that baby girl?" You nodded at him, 

"Y-Yes Chan," He smirked at how easily you'd turned into a begging and whimpering mess for him. 

"Stand up," You did as he said and he walked over to you, chuckling as you struggled to keep your balance. As he kicked off his boxers you sank down on your knees to get a good look at him. He was huge, larger than you had been expecting and it made your mouth water. You wanted to taste him, you needed his cum but before you could even put your lips on him he shook his head at you. At first, he was going to let you but after seeing how excited you had been to do it he stopped himself wanting to prove you wrong. 

"Lay down and spread your legs." You did as he sat and he smirked watching you.

"Good girl, so wet for me as well." He chuckled as he began aligning himself at your entrance before sinking into you. You moaned out as he stretched you out, your walls clenching around him as he grunted. 

"So fucking tight," You mewled out in response to him and he chuckled moaning when he began to push in and out of you. His hands gripped onto your hips as he began to thrust in and out of you, moaning our your name. 

"Feels so good," You moaned out as you felt his cock moving in and out of you. Your walls gripping around him as if he belonged inside of you. 

"Shit Chan," You whimpered as he continued to move inside of you, his hips slamming into you as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you squirmed underneath him. Digging your feet into his ass to make him hit deeper, 

"So good!" You screamed out, dragging your nails down his back as he continued to push into you, the feeling making your head spin as it felt as though you were floating. The wet sounds filled the air with the sound of slapping skin and moans, both yours and Chan's as he continued fucking into you. 

"I can feel you getting closer, do you want to cum?" He questioned, reaching down as he began rubbing your clit. You cried out at the touch and he chuckled darkly, slapping into you harder you rolled your head back in ecstasy. 

"Cum." He commanded you and you did. Screaming out his name as you rolled your head back, gripping onto the sheets around you as you came harder than you ever had done before. You whimpered feeling your orgasm keep ripping through you as you clenched and twitched around him, an unfamiliar wetness came from you as you squirted around him moaning out loudly as it did. 

"S-Shit! W-What-" You didn't have time to question what it was as Chan began to pump into you. Grunting loudly as he came into you hard, filling you up so much you came around him again at the feeling. 

"F-Fuck." You cried out as you came down from your high, panting heavily as he pulled out of you and laid down beside you on the bed. 

"Whoa." You whispered as you turned on your side to look at him, the blushing shy Chan was back and you giggled softly. 

"Where did he come from?" You questioned, running your finger up and down his chest and abs as you waited for him to answer, 

"Where did who come from?" He frowned looking at you as he wrapped a blanket over your body, not wanting you to get sick or catch a cold. 

"Christopher." You winked at him and he chuckled shyly, shaking his head at you. 

"I hope it wasn't the last time he comes out to play...I-I enjoyed that." The same smirk was back on his lips once he heard your words, 

"Well if you study and pass your test maybe he'll come out to play again." He winked at you as you leant forward to give him a small kiss on the lips. 

The bell rang waking you up from your daydream, you practically jumped out of your seat to get out of the classroom but Felix was faster. He raced up behind you and grabbed your elbow so you would turn to face him,

"Come home with the big boys," He whispered to you, trying to be as seductive as possible but all he was doing was coming across as a cock. 

"No thanks, my boyfriend is waiting for me." You turned around to see Chan standing against the wall, he was wearing an oversized blue sweater you'd gotten him and the new pair of thick square glasses. 

"Hi!" You yelled out, snatching your arm away from Felix as you walked over to Chan, 

"Why was Felix holding onto you?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you protectively as he eyed up Felix, 

"He was just being an idiot. Telling me how he could fuck me how a real man should," Chan scoffed at the comment and looked at Felix. 

"Trust me, the way she screams my name at night I'm surprised you haven't heard." He smirked at Felix turning you around and walking away from the boys who were all watching after you as you giggled to Chan about what you both had planned for that night. 

Tagline: @taestannie @kneel-begyourpardon @channiewoo @minholuvs @lkwonmj​

#skz #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz imagine #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagine #bang chan imagines #bang chan smut #lee know #lee minho #minho #seo changbin #changbin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #han jisung #jisung #lee felix #felix

[freddieslater]

I forgot I had an ask for you but I never sent it! What about "You're so fucking hot when you're mad"? I don't know which ship to suggest, because I'd love some scisaac or some brett/Isaac but then I keep thinking What about Sam (Evans)/Sebastian (Smythe)??? AARGH

Dunno. Have a great day!

"No, you know what?" Sam gets up from the bar, grabbing his jacket and pointing at Sebastian, trying to ignore his smug face. "I knew it was a bad idea, giving you the benefit of the doubt."

Spreading his hands, Sebastian asks, "Then why let me sit down?" He suddenly presses forward, getting to his feet as well. With them being the same height, the action brings them face-to-face, with nowhere else to look but right into his eyes. "Why did you buy me a drink if you knew, deep down, I was still bad news?"

That stumps him. Sam presses his lips together in a scowl. What is he meant to say? That he's bluffing, and he let his recent bi awakening get the better of him, so he let himself buy into Sebastian for a while because he thought he was good-looking, even though he remembers vividly what a terrible person he used to be? How shallow does that make him sound?

Shaking his head, he brings a hand between them under the pretence of giving Sebastian a slight shove -- and just to put some much-needed space between them because it's incredibly hard to think straight with him so close, long eyelashes fluttering over narrowed, darkened eyes, and tongue poking out of his teeth tauntingly.

Sebastian doesn't react to the shove, but steadies himself with an infuriating amount of grace and dignity. If anything, he actually looks pleased by it.

"You're pathetic," Sam tells him, with only a pinch of any real feeling behind it. At the sight of Sebastian's twisting smirk, though, and the beginnings of a humoured chuckle, heat rises to his skin and he can't help himself. "No, you know what? You claim to be this -- reformed villain, and that you're all nice, and that you just want people to be able to see you for who you really are instead of who you used to be, but do you wanna know what I think?"

He doesn't pause for an answer; Sebastian just raises his eyebrows with genuine curiosity sparkling in his delighted gaze, never once looking away.

"I think this is exactly who you are," Sam bites out, giving him another shove, this time with more intent. "A mean, cold-hearted bully who takes pleasure in knocking other people down, especially when they have less than you. I've met people like you my entire life, and I used to let them walk all over me. But I'm not going to sit here and pretend you're some good guy and tell you what you want to hear to boost your broken ego when really you're just a dick."

"Wow." Sebastian exhales heavily, with a look on his face like he's too stunned to fully respond. Satisfied, Sam almost feels bad, wondering if he was too harsh or jumped too quickly to a wrong conclusion -- and then Sebastian says, "You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

Okay, you know what, if you want me to write a full fic based on this drabble, I will do it for you in a heartbeat because I'm kind of obsessed with the idea this has now given me, so uhh?? I hope you like it, too!!

#rhyslahey #ask away earthlings! #glee #sebastian smythe #sam evans #sam x sebastian #sebastian x sam

[noodlepai]

(OKAY okay so I've come to provide more information on the AU, I'm still working on it a lot so things might change or be added but I got a basic idea of what things are like rn !!)

Info dump moment rn, also TW for slight trauma mentions/hints

• Sam had managed to save the Wii from melting itself all those years ago, and is a pretty big person on tech, so she likes to experiment and try new things, and actively tries to help Eteled out or transfer him through devices so he isn't just stuck in one place all the time, with lots of trial and tons of error, especially since she knows the Wii's getting old and that it can be unstable occasionally with glitches

• Kyle has also taken a liking to learning more about technology through Sam's influence so he sometimes comes over and they both will just study and brainstorm ideas

• Sam moved out of her home and now lives in her own apartment, is in college to pursue her dream of working around and creating technology, hasn't really considered making a job out of it since she mostly does it for fun and likes to achieve her dream goals, Nathan and Kyle also occasionally visit to just hang out and do whatever, usually resulting in the three staying up very late into a movie or game night, and Eteled having to talk Sam into getting sleep for the next morning

• Even though Sam is big on all tech, consoles and video games, she still has a soft spot for old generation consoles in particular

• Sam, Nathan and Kyle had all gotten pretty close growing up so they're like a dumbass trio /lh

• Will moved out of state or some shit

• Kyle wakes up from his villain arc and makes a truce with Eteled /J.. FR though Kyle softens up and becomes more understanding of Eteled's side after they start talking it out, while what happened did bother him at the time all those years ago, he just kinda grew up to the point where it didn't have such of an effect on him anymore, I mean all he saw was a Mii get slice and diced, no need to go beast mode over it, so they forgive each other of the past

• Kyle and Nathan are besties to homosexuals, homie love

• Sam made a Mii of herself from when she was younger to keep Eteled company when going out or having to attend school, Eteled appreciated it but wouldn't wanna admit how it wasn't the same and about how much he would miss Sam when she had to get off the Wii

• Gives Eteled abandonment issues because I love being evil

• He's actually clingy on the inside but would never admit it to anyone

• Also views Sam as a sort of daughter figure besides just a friend but is too nervous to mention it, he wants Sam to be safe, loves whenever she talks or rants to him about anything or shows him something she made or is proud of, or even just anything at all, father Eteled is proud of his child/bestie

• He like, genuinely feels loved around her and would definitely cry about it but would never show it, or at least try not to

• Eteled has the favorite Mii pants because Sam put them on him, with quote "I think it's about time my best friend gets to rock a new style", and yes it did make him almost cry on the spot

• Austin is like, mentally conflicted as hell

• Austin and Eteled both feel guilty for what they've done to each other over the years, aren't sure they can or are ready to forgive the other but they're very slowly learning to tolerate each other

• They're like enemies to kinda friends in a way

• They're traumatized mfs

• They still sometimes fight but it's usually just yelling or saying shit now, they don't do the chair, deletion or axe really anymore since they at least got to the point where they respect each other's boundaries and triggers, and there's no point to keep doing the same old for over 10+ years, for the most part, they still slip up sometimes

• They do fuck up though occasionally so that's why Eteled has scars and Austin is a bit more bashed up

• They still have a rooted dislike for each other they're trying to get over but they sometimes chill out or talk, usually when Sam is asleep or off the Wii for a while, the two just will maybe visit or sit around to at least try to understand the other better

• Sam knows Austin is still around, and it took a while but with time she grew to accept him when he didn't seem like a big threat anymore, and that he was just as important of a soul as Eteled was, she still didn't like the fights and didn't know the full story

• She'd probably section them away from the other with a child gate if she could

• Austin of course has an ego and would never tell another soul that he has many nightmares of the server room and about what happens if he gets caught off guard or is sleeping when Eteled decides to attack him again, Eteled wouldn't do that, and Austin knows it but it's just the deep rooted fear he can't get rid of, even though he's much taller and technically more powerful than the smaller Mii

• Eteled is just tired, usually just sleeps in the Mii channel, especially when under stress or tires himself out if he's going through a moment, like triggered memories or emotions

• From all the deleting and the chair, and more crap from his early life, Eteled is just terrified of it all so even the idea of them scares the fuck out of him, so as a natural response he just tries to defend himself with his axe even if he would be shaking like a chicken, he really tries not to pull it out but he can't always stop himself

• The axe itself would probably also bother Austin a bit, but he would still try to cautiously calm Eteled down since he knows he's just afraid, so afterwards they'd probably have to awkwardly apologize for what the fuck happened at that very moment

• Sam sometimes offers them both to play a game together with her, or plans on playing with Eteled and invites Austin along, as a way to make them bond, they do end up having some fun though

• Eteled has seen and/or been around or within newer Nintendo consoles, but personally prefers being in the Wii since he's used to it the most, and it's the most comfortable and homey to him

• Oh yeah, if Austin or Eteled is having an episode or is deeply upset then the other will try to help sometimes if it's really bad, Austin tries to hide it more but it doesn't always work, yeah they have reasonable reasons to not like the other, but they aren't complete assholes

• They both got trauma memories and aren't gonna just watch the other suffer through it

• Austin may or may not have taken in what Eteled had said all that time ago about "Learning to move past the past", even though that technically makes Eteled a hypocrite when he's constantly beating himself up about shit mentally, even after years, they are both doing it tbh

• Also Kyle doesn't know about Austin 100% but is curious to know his story and who he is and used to be, and how he got in the Wii, especially after the passing of his family member of the same name, little does he know..

• Sam also doesn't know about any of it, neither Sam or Kyle know of what happened or Austin's story, Austin being in a tight spot since he doesn't wanna reveal his identity yet, knowing the possible reaction, for Eteled's sake, Sam's and especially Kyle's, and Eteled being absolutely fucking terrified since the fear of losing someone like Sam could become real, and the small but growing friendship he was slowly making with Kyle could go right back to hatred and wanting the small Mii deleted, not including the fact that he still eats at himself for his past actions so it being brought back up again would be a ✨mess✨

• Austin doesn't know if he forgives Eteled or not, but wants to try to move past it and not be reminded in any way

• Nathan is still a little lowkey scared of Eteled ngl, doesn't wanna upset him or anything and Eteled can tell, he probably sighs to himself but he can't blame the guy

• Kyle has thought about making another Mii of himself on what is now long been Sam's Wii, now that he's older and him and Eteled are rather chill, but decided against it since he wasn't sure, not because he didn't trust Eteled, but because he figured it could potentially remind the Mii of the past, so whenever he plays on it he just uses Eteled

(That's all I can really recall on the top of my head for now, whenever I remember more or add on things I'll probably make a new post about it)

#eteled #henry #corrupted mii #austin #sam #kyle #nathan #will #wdy #wii deleted you #au #still not sure what i want to do with the considered bully characters #if i decide to add them #or what i would do with the parental figures #still a lot to think about and work on but yeah #i dont mind ideas or possible suggestions for some characters #im just vibing with my au and having fun #*does a little dance*

[starlightxsvt]

Sweeter Than Sweets

Pairing ➳ CEO!seungcheol x baker female!reader

Genre ➳ kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, romance, angst?? clicheeee :)

Warnings ➳ hella cursing, reader's going through a lot lol

Word count ➳ 2.5k

part 1 l part 2

Part 1: THE BEGINNING

The plot owner is going to visit you today. I'm sincerely sorry for my mistake, I misunderstood. Please resolve the issue with him gently.

You scoff at the message. What the actual fuck? Fury floods through your blood and you clench your fists.

This cannot be happening.

After such a long time you had finally scraped enough money to lease a place for your bakery shop. It's been your dream since so long and after years of hard work it was finally coming true- until today. Apparently the real estate agent is nothing but a fathead and for whatever goddamn reason, she leased you the place when it was clearly not up to be leased. The building owner is on his way now- to possibly kick you out.

No, you cannot let that happen. It is their fault and because of their miscommunication or whatever you are not going to give this place up which you worked so hard for.

If he thinks you'll give in so easily, he has another thing coming.

A Mercedes Benz pulls up in front of your shop just as you finish screwing one of the decoration lights.

He's here.

You take in a deep breath and march out of the shop as a tall male comes of the car. You almost stop in your tracks to gape at him- broad shoulders, gorgeous rich black hair that matches a sculptured face- he's simply breathtaking. No one should be that gorgeous. And he's young- why the fuck is he so young? Does he seriously own this building?

No no no. Stay focused.

He takes long steps towards you and even before he can reach you, you snap, "I'm not giving up this place so don't waste your time."

He stops right in front of you, his hands in his pockets and raises a brow at you. He chuckles- how dare he, before saying, "You do know that this is my building, right?"

"So?"

"So, it means I can kick out a nuisance like you anytime I want." His eyes go dark as he stares you down.

Nuisance? What the fuck? You take in a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from reaching out and choking him. He's so fucking gorgeous and infuriating, damn it.

"Mr. Choi, I've leased this place for two years and if you want it so much, come back two years later and we can talk about it."

"Leave while I'm being polite," his tone is gravelly and his eyes bore into yours. You shiver slightly.

"But I paid for this place! This is mine now!" You yell, unable to hold yourself together. "If you were so concerned about your building then you should have been careful that your agent was leasing it!"

"I admit that it was her fault, a huge one at that matter but I need this building. I'll give you 3 days to take everything and leave. My workers will start their renovation work from next week." He says and turns around his heel, ready to head back.

"No! I will not be moving out! I've worked so hard to lease this place! I even brought all the furniture for my shop! You have no right to do this!" You shout at him. Fuck that son of a bitch.

He stares at you with a bored look, "You've 3 days."

"No!" You whine, stopping him in his tracks again. "If you really want this place then give me some more time. At least a few months."

He marches back to you, his jaw ticking, "Do you think I'm here to play games? You move out in 3 days or my men will drag you out from here." He warns, eyes glinting.

Motherf-

You can't hold in your temper. So you walk past him and towards his fancy car and draw a long nice scratch on the body using your screwdriver. After being satisfied with your handiwork, you turn back to him.

He stares at you, dumbfounded. His driver looks the same except he looks a bit scared. You smirk at Choi, crossing your arms.

He still looks surprised and he scoffs as if he can't believe what happened. He rakes a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched.

"Expect a call from my insurance company. You'll have to pay for what you just did." That's all he says before walking past you to car as his driver quickly fires on the engine.

You mutely watch him leave.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

What have you done?

-

You stare at Choi's personal number that you managed to get from the real estate agent. Shit. You've to call him. You've to apologize. You're in no condition to pay for his damn fancy car.

Shit. Shit. Why did you do that?

You bite your lip, staring at your phone screen, mustering up the courage to call him. You've to apologize and somehow get him to forgive you.

Oh heavens, here goes nothing.

With shaky hands you ring him up and hold your breath. After several rings he picks up, his voice gruff, "Choi here."

You clear your throat and inhale deeply, "Mr.Choi, it's me, ___. We...uhm, met earlier today." You try to stable your voice.

The line is silent for a moment and you're afraid he has hung up but he speaks, his voice laced with a chuckle, "Well, well, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

You swallow, "Mr.Choi I called you to um... apologize for what I did to your car. Please understand that I was really angry then and I sincerely apologize for what I did. I'm so sorry."

"Okay," is all he says. You ask nervously, "So, will be please be kind enough to cancel the charges against me?"

"Do you think that a sorry from you will repair my car?"

"I- please, sir, you've to understand that I'm in no condition to afford for the damages... I-I know I'm responsible but please understand-"

"You want to keep the place to yourself, you want me to drop the charges against you- what you think I am? Some sort of genie who'll grant all your wishes?"

"No- sir-"

"Besides you don't even sound so sorry," His voice sounds teasing and you exhale loudly.

This son of a-

"I don't have time for this bullshit so-"

"No sir please! I'll do anything, please cancel the charges. Then we can talk about your building, I'm sure we can come to a conclusion."

"Are you trying to make a deal with me?"

"Sir- I just-, please, please understand my situation," you almost beg.

The line is quiet for a long time and you're about to break into tears but then you hear his voice, "Fine, I'll text you a place. Meet me there at 8 tomorrow evening. Don't be late." Then the line is dead.

-

You're not dumb enough to go where a stranger tells you to go without telling anybody. So, on the morning of the appointment, you tell your friend the location of the restaurant and in case you were found with a slitted throat, at least the police will have a lead. After that you decide to google Choi, wanting to have a little bit more info on him. Sure enough, he's the son of a filthy rich businessman well known in the country and Choi, himself is the creator of two business companies.

Sure, it'd be nothing for him to dump your body in the water or poison your food.

-

Evening comes quicker than you expected and you rush to get ready. You pick a maroon knee length dress that is what you believe- hope- to be appropriate for the fancy restaurant. It's not like you have a lot of dresses to choose from. You take a cab and just as the clock hits five minutes past eight, you're rushing into the restaurant.

The receptionist asks you if have booked a seat to which you reply that you're here to meet Mr.Choi. Then you're led through a fancy lobby and into the private dining area, where the said male sits. He's dressed in a grey vest and a pressed linen white shirt underneath, with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular arms- damn.

His eyes meet yours and you feel an electricity jolt up your spine.

Lord please help me tonight.

"Good evening, Mr.Choi," you murmur, gently sitting down.

The bastard has the balls to smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Good evening, Ms___. I was wondering if you bailed out on me."

You chuckle nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He grins, motioning towards the menu in front of you,"Shall we order?"

Your eyes glide over the fancy food and the fancier prices. 85$ for a fucking piece of meat?

After chewing on your lip and thinking too much about what to order, you go with a plate of salad and pasta.

"Do you have any wine preferences?" He asks, eyeing the wine menu. Why's he acting so nice? What's his deal?

"Er...I'll let you choose," you say.

After ordering a fancy bottle of wine, Choi folds his hands over the table and looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So..shall we talk business now?" You offer, unsure.

He nods but stays quiet which you take as a sign to start first, "I only have two things to ask for. Please cancel the charges and please give me a little more time to look for a place. It's impossible to find another place in 3 days. I've paid for the lease here and I've also ordered the furniture. And then there is a monetary issue. Please understand my situation."

He pretends to think, pursuing his lips, "Hmm, I'm afraid that's too much you're asking from me."

"Mr. Choi, I'm sure a man like you can help me with that much." You try to butter his ego.

"Again, I'm afraid you don't know me. If you had any idea about a man like me, you wouldn't say that." His eyes darken.

Fuck. He won't bulge. Why is he so stubborn?

"Sir- please, I sincerely apologize for my actions yesterday, I wasn't in my right mind."

"If only sorry could cover it," he says, nonchalant, leaning back into his chair. He eyes you quietly, his eyes scanning you carefully as your palms grow sweaty.

You are interrupted as the waiter serves you your dinner and pours you the wine. As soon as he's gone, you gulp down the wine, trying to calm yourself.

Damn, it tastes nice.

Choi laughs at your actions before an evil smile crawls up his face. You swallow, meeting his gaze. What's he thinking?

"You see, nothing comes for free. I'll take off the charges against you and I'll give you time to look for another place- actually no, I'll pay for a nicer place for you to open your shop. But in return you've to give me something."

Fuck. You eye him warily.

"What?" You squeak.

"Marry me."

You choke on your food very unceremoniously followed by a lot of coughs. You sputter, trying to get yourself under control. Meanwhile he simply watches you, a playful smile on his lips.

When you can somewhat speak, you breath, "I...I think I misheard you."

"You didn't. I asked you to marry me."

You gape at him, utterly confused, almost certain this is a dream or nightmare. He simply offers you silence as you try to process what he said.

You're left even more confused.

What? Marry him? What the actual fuck?

"Would you please... enlighten me?" You murmur.

He grins, leaning over the table, "You're thinking too much. It'll be a pretend marriage. I need someone who'll pretend to be my wife for a year or so, so that my father hands over his company to me- which he won't unless I get married and settle. It's as simple as that."

Your mouth only grows wider. That's nowhere near simple.

After processing his words in your head for a long time you mumble, "So...you need me to be your pretend wife for like a year and in return you cancel the charges and give me more time to look for a place?"

"It's actually more than that sweetheart. I'll pay every penny for your shop. I'll make sure you have a successful business. Be my pretend wife and I'll give you the biggest and best bakery shop this country has ever seen."

You're dumbfounded and you can only squeak out, "Is this some sort of a hoax?"

He chuckles, "Say yes and I'll have a contract prepared with all our terms and conditions."

"I- I need to think about it," you rush out. Think? Damn it, were you seriously considering it?

Yes, yes you were.

This is a lifetime opportunity.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Choi nods, "I'm sure you need to. But I expect an answer quickly. You've until tomorrow evening."

"H-huh?" You're lost.

He stands up putting on his jacket, "You've my number, call me when you make your decision." He gives you a look and just like that he's out of the room.

You're left with your half eaten plate of food.

-

"So you are telling me that a filthy rich, smoking hot motherfucker asked you to marry him?" Jane's voice echos through the phone.

You rub your temples, staring at your lap, "Yes."

"Bitch if you don't want to do this then give me his number. I'm more than willing to help him out."

"Jane, I'm serious."

"Me too, babe."

You groan, flopping into the bed. "Can you believe it? I still can't wrap my head around it." You whisper.

"You're thinking too much. It's not like you're going to be married to him forever."

"I know but still it's so scary...If I say yes I'll be living with a stranger for the next year."

"A sexy as sin stranger for that matter."

"Gosh- will you stop!"

"Okay okay," you hear her sigh. "Listen I know it's scary and all but this is a win win situation for you, think about it. You're going to be living as a millionaire's wife and when you're divorced you're gonna have your own shop. This is a lifetime opportunity, I mean how many of us gets this? This is like one of those romance movies where-"

"Okay I get it. Thank you for your precious help." You roll your eyes.

" You're welcome!" She laughs. "I'll be waiting for updates!"

"Piss off." You laugh, hanging up.

You stare at the ceiling, your mind numb. This is overwhelming- unreal. Why can't he just marry someone prettier, richer? He can have any woman he wants. Dozens of questions gather in your mind but despite the answers, you've made your decision.

You're going to get married.

A/N ➳ heyyy~ it's ya girl's birthday today lol! I've been wanting to write a fic like this for quite a while but yk, couldn't muster up the courage. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please please leave your feedbacks, my ask box is always open- I'll really appreciate it! 💖

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