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lllllllllllines · 4 months

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(I urge that you read this to the end, as I know some of you will take pieces of what is said here and use it as ammunition for more drama. I can't really do tl;dr because i feel like it would ruin a lot of my points)

I don't usually like to deal with drama or discourse in general leaves a bad but I feel like this needs to be said.

This discourse is stupid, a lot of different points on either side due to several reasons at least in my opinion.

Ive seen many people who were against palworld use claims for stolen designs, mentions of AI art as well as lots of people either acting in defense of game freak/TPC/Nintendo as well as some acting in defense of artistic integrity.

I've seen the people who were for the game act in one singular way while just trying to have fun with it(which i cannot deny, it looks fun as fuck).

This being them claiming that they are just kissing the boots of Nintendo, though i don't think its quite fair to put them in the same category.

Just have fun with the game, no need to engage with the hate if you don't want to(even though i know it's difficult, especially when it's staring you in the face).

For those who are for, I only have a couple things to say.

Companies are not faceless entities, I know that this sounds like basic knowledge but I've noticed that's not something people usually mention.

Not everyone who attacks this game, cares for pokemon. Im gonna go in more depth when i get to them, but i feel like this needs be said.

While there are many good things on the internet, the internet as a whole, especially nowadays, is chaos and pain.

So many different opinions, leading to low self-esteem and rage.

You just want to have fun, you probably don't like pokemon, or if you do, you probably don't like what they've been doing with it.

You've seen the early trailers and had a laugh, found out this year that it came out, sought it out be cause hey, could be a bit of a meme.

But soon you start to actually have fun with it and hope it succeeds, despite some of the designs not being totally original, and you don't care.

But soon, like usual, you find that there are people who dislike the game.

In the real world, it doesn't matter to you, it rolls off you like nothing, because you don't know them, maybe you get into a heated argument with a friend.

But as soon as you hit the internet, you feel as though people are personally attacking something you like, (emotions are hard to convey through text) so you defend.

Not really caring about how it sounds to those you desperately fight against.

But in the end that's just adding fuel to the flame.

(though I can say that this discourse is great publicity for the game, good or bad it still lets people know that it exists.)

So just have fun with it.

(Unless dealing with discourse like this is fun for you idk)

For those who are against,

I am first going to speak to those who seem to want to defend Game Freak/TPC/Nintendo and those who speak for artistic integrity.

Why do any of your thoughts matter when it comes to a company.

as I had stated earlier, people usually associate companies and conglomerates as faceless entities.

They don't see them like systems, heavily broken systems, like if a beehive were born from an unloving tyrannical queen.

The ones at the top exist to fill their pockets while those at the bottom suffer for it.

I bet around half of the people speaking of artistic integrity don't really know the names of the designers of each pokemon(and to those who do, I'm glad, cause then I know you know what you're talking about.)

I feel as though speaking of artistic integrity only works when you're talking about an individual.

Which means, by extension, that a company like Nintendo, or the other two companies that own or work on the ip, those that see only the product and the work.

To them, artistic integrity is dead.

Why else would the shoot down fan works so heavily?

To keep their product close to the chest.

But what about the claims that they stole from fakemon artists?

To my knowledge, (please let me know if im wrong) there has only been one claim of such a thing, and it was soon taken back as they soon found out that the palworld model was older than their's.

Which im pretty sure proves that claim false.

And to the people who are against AI art, don't get me wrong, I hate the idea as much as you do.

But AI image generation like many things is a tool.

And if used properly, tools can be useful.

like say for example, you have an idea you want to draw, but you can't fully figure it out in your head.

There are no pictures that fully convey what ur thinking in the depth you want for a reference, you could use an image generator for reference.

Add to an image in your own way, while removing the parts that were taken by the algorithm.

Be creative.

When tools are used properly, they can do a lot of good things.

The reason people hate AI art, is because people are being stupid and lazy with it.

Hell, i think pocketpair realized their mistake a long time ago as not only has that game been absolutely shat on in the steam reviews, but you cant even find it on their website, or at least i haven't.

Lastly, I'm gonna show you a trailer for a game pocketpair is also making, it should be coming put Q1 this year.

A game I have not heard mentioned this whole discourse.

youtube

As an honest question, what part of this looks AI generated to you?

Its a 2D sidescrolling platformer, said to be a mix of a metroidvania and a roguelite, also with base building elements since that seems to be a commonality for them.

The only things i could see that were taken or inspired by are the backgrounds, which feel very hollow knight, and the main mechanic being a possession mechanic which loosely reminded me of super mario Odyssey.

I've seen AI 2D animation, and it's usually pretty jarring due to how quickly everything warps and changes as things move.

I don't see that in this.

Nor do i recognize any of the monster or character designs.

I could be wrong and both palworld and never grave could be scams, seeing as both are in early access.

And if or when i am, then that's egg on my face.

Those that were all happy to play a new and exciting game, will seeth and mald.

And you can live happily, i guess.

But it at least shows they know some integrity.

I mean, as long as they make any of the new pals that come out more original than the 111 that they have now, we should be fine.

The only time we should be outraged, is if there is sort of harm coming to the workers, and I don't think I've heard any news on that.

If it bothers you that much, make your own game.

Actively do something about it rather than complain on the internet.

Like, I can't even imagine how difficult that is.

Especially for a smaller company.

Pokemon has it easy, It doesn't need defense.

Defend it from itself before defending it from others.

Stop paying for shit that doesn't work out the gate.

Do something to force the people making the bad game to do better.

And stop trying to shit on the little guy for your own ideals.

Criticism is fine, yelling over a game on the internet is not.

Not by a long shot.

But hey I don't think anyone is gonna read this.

Much less to the end.

Because I've scrolled passed shorter posts for less.

#palworld #never grave #pocketpair #craftopia #nintendo #Youtube

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jlushie · 2 years

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hii, I love your headcanons, if you are open, can you write some for sebastian?

Thank you for the ask anon! I’m always open for requests from anyone (I should probably put that in my bio-)!

I’m actually going to group this request with an ask I got in a message format. So if you messaged me wanted Sebastian, this is also for you!

I’ve written some general fluffy headcanons for all the bachelors, so this one may be a little short! The headcanons themselves aren’t in any order either. I do hope you enjoy though! :DD

Some Sebastian Headcanons! <333

Sebastian is whipped for you.

He wants to do all that he can for you, no matter what it is. You’ve been there for him for such a long time. You heard him out about his problems, you actually acknowledged his opinions and passions, and you never left him out of anything. Not to mention he feels some sort of gratefulness that you feel any sort of love for him at all.

Normally people interpret him as some sort of bad boy in a relationship, and I guess you can interrupt it that way? However, I believe him to be quite gentle and sweet with you.

He isn’t big on PDA, feeling embarrassed to show much of it in town. He’d hold your hand, and can probably deal with a kiss on the cheek too. He can deal with more affection around people like Sam and Abigail though, since he’s a lot more comfortable with them. Plus, I imagine Sam is a pretty affectionate friend anyway.

As soon as you guys are in private, he’s all over you. He just melts in your arms as soon as you guys get inside of your shared home.

He also doesn’t mind to be cuddled up to you or you being cuddled up to him. He just wants you two to be together.

He isn’t really good at expressing his feelings into words, but he’ll try his best. He usually gets really flustered though, or second guesses himself.

“You know… I love you, right? I mean… That wasn’t stupid, right? Can I say that?”

There are times where he can suddenly tease you out of no where. It’s a complete 180 from how flustered Sebastian can really be.

“Are you blushing? *chuckle* You’re so cute…”

He likes to help you on the farm in anyway he can. Sure, he isn’t the best at it, but he wants to try.

He tends to stay calm under pressure, but gets somewhat panicked when you come home from the mines or someone else brings you home.

He’ll still act calm, but he’s filled with anxiety. He takes care of you, and then offers to come with you every-time you go to the mines. He knows that you’ll probably reject the idea every-time, but then insists you bring some things he made that’ll keep your health up the entire time you’re in the mines.

He gives you rides on his bike! And if you two end up with kids, he gets a little sidecar for you and the baby. The ends up getting a bigger car for the family if it grows.

He appreciates all the gifts you get him, so he gets you gifts too!

He also gives you his hoodie any time he sees you’re cold. I think no matter how tall you are, the hoodie will be baggy with the sleeves.

“Babe, you can’t go in the snow without a jacket, even if it is for the farm. Just take mine, okay? I can’t have you getting frozen solid.”

He doesn’t think he has a big role in the band, but appreciates you going to their concerts just to cheer for him.

He also enjoys when you are with him when he works or plays games, that being simply sitting by his side or even sitting on his lap.

He also wants you to be aware he loves you no matter what. He’ll do anything to assure you’re happy! <33

#stardew valley x reader #stardew valley bachelors #x you fluff #stardew valley #x reader #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley marriage

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milkistay · 2 years

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STRAY KIDS as best friends

pairing. bff!skz x gn!reader

format. headcanons

a/n. truly sorry there’s no “read more” on this post but chunks of my post kept getting deleted and messed up every time i tried putting it in :/

chan

- therapy best friends - listening to each other vent all the time - you’re the first person he goes to when he’s struggling and vice versa - you’ve developed such an immense amount of trust between the two of you like it’s crazy - if one of you shares a secret, that secret is not leaving the pair of you EVER - he cares about the people close to him so much and you’re no exception - remembers everything about you - favorite ice cream flavor, go-to drink order, every story you’ve told him—everything - in turn, he’s the BEST gift giver - you’ll mention wanting something in passing six months before your birthday and he’ll remember and get it for you - definitely one to write you long birthday cards about how much you mean to him - “what would i do without you?” - chan, all the time - he always texts you about whatever cool thing he saw - of course, he’s clingy - hugging you 24/7 - you two have definitely taken multiple naps together just cuddling - heals the soul - also asks you about your opinion on every song he produces because he wants to know what you think, even if you know nothing about music production - platonic soulmates 100%

minho

- people who see you guys for the first time think you hate each other - but that’s just your friendship - lighthearted insults and poking fun at each other - but you have so much love between you two - he thinks you’re the best person in the world - you share every thought with him and vice versa - you know the other better then they know themselves - he’s not one for verbal affection but once he wrote you a letter about how much he appreciated you and you cried - he has a list of all the cool places he wants to take you - you’re also the kind of best friends who could go months without talking and when you finally see each other, it’s like nothing has changed - not that minho would leave you alone for months - no, he’s texting you “hey look at this cat” all the time - he loves you too much to not be in contact with you every second that he can

changbin

- you do EVERYTHING together - changbin loves having company and you will be the company - whether you’re going to a fun amusement park or literally just to the grocery store, changbin will come with you - you’re a package deal - spending almost every waking minute together does bring two people closer - if you’re the kind of person that hates ordering or talking to strangers, changbin will do all of that for you with no issue - he’s very considerate when it comes to you - will be one to be like “did you sleep well?” and “have you eaten yet?” and if you say no he calls you stupid - he looks after you a lot, sometimes without realizing - just wants to make sure his best friend is healthy and happy - he definitely feels like your younger brother, you guys have a sibling relationship - poking fun at each other every now and then but having lots of love - comes to you 24/7 with “hey hey listen to these lyrics i just wrote”

hyunjin

- you two are in you’re own little world sometimes - going to art museums and sharing earbuds while talking in low voices to each other—fully just living life in one another’s company - it’s a good time - he loves telling you about his interests and you love listening and watching his eyes light up - he also just has so much??? love????? for you?????? - like he adores you and will hype you up all the time - brings you up in every conversation - you guys take so much photos of each other everywhere you go like you could make a giant photo album - he likes cherishing memories with you - and when you’re not together, he’s texting you every second about what just happened in his life and sending photos from wherever he is - you’re the first person he comes to when something's on his mind - cherishes your opinion

jisung

- certified idiots - you guys are just loud whenever you get in range of each other - everyone’s rolling their eyes at you when you two get going - world’s best comedy duo - but you know how to be serious and talk about some really deep emotional things - you’d trust each other with the biggest secret you have - you’re just so so close - honestly he feels like an extension of you and you of him - you two feel more complete when you’re together - everything is better when you’re with your best friend - sharing plates at dinners, trying new ice cream shops, walking in the park at night, spending early mornings at the studio listening to jisung mumble new lyrics for a song - enjoyment increases by 1000000% - no two people seem more made for each other than you two do - sorry if you get a partner one day, they might have to fight jisung to be your #1 priority

felix

- are you really best friends if the whole world doesn’t think you’re dating? - your relatives ask you if he’s your boyfriend every year - it’s only because you seem to spend every waking minute together doing everything and you’re attached at the hip and felix can’t keep his arm off your shoulders and you know everything about each other and you’d die for each other - the best best friends - you’ve developed some kind of secret language - when you two really get going, absolutely no one else can understand you - like you’re just making references and giving each other looks and you’re having a whole conversation that only makes sense to you two - he’s the kind to pick up something for you wherever he goes - your favorite candy at a convenience store, a souvenir when he travels, a small accessory when shopping - you’re on his mind all the time

seungmin

- such a comfy friendship - countless late nights spent watching whatever show and sharing snacks - the type of best friends to sit in the same room in silence for HOURS just doing your separate things - then he just goes “you wanna get food?” - and you go get food - quality time is the love language of your friendship - you’ll spend the whole weekend glued together going anywhere and doing anything - you’re too familiar with the quirks and eccentrics of seungmin - you’ll bring him up to other people and they’ll go “seungmin seems so quiet and calm” - and you’re just like ??????? - not your seungmin - he can be a little shit at times (a lot of the time) and you’ll be THIS close to throttling him and then he smiles and you’re like FINE i love u again

jeongin

- he uses his charms for evil - “y/n will you do me a favor...?” with the most heart-warming smile ever - of course you’re saying yes - king of acts of service - washing your dishes, doing your busy work, paying for you - and when you notice and thank him he denies it - you’ll mention that you really like this one sweater of his and the next day it’s on your bed in a gift bag - always ready and willing to give you fashion advice, even if you didn’t ask for it - “don’t wear that it doesn’t go with your shoes” - “i literally didn’t ask” - but you listen anyways - you trust that he’ll be honest with you no matter what so you come to him all the time for an opinion on something - when he’s upset or frustrated, you’re the one he confides in - you just get each other so well

#bff!skz #skz x gn!reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #chan x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids best friend #best friend skz

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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Koi No Yokan || Darth Vader x GN! Reader (Chapter One)

summary: you meet your fiancé for the first time.

SFW

word count: 4661

warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguing, fear, cursing, mentions of death, mentions of canon-typical violence, palpatine, allusions to non-healthy parent-child relationships, awkwardness

chapter's tune // youtube version

important a/n: hello hello all welcome to the beginning!!! as i said before, this fic will be based of the beauty and the beast story!! i did want to mention though, this is NOT a direct retelling of it. A fair amount of details have been changed, but the spirit of the og fairytale is still there. I just didn't feel comfortable writing about the reader being trapped against their will (and developing Stockholm syndrome). but, regardless, i still have high hopes for this fic, and i hope you do too!! enjoy!!)

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The day you joined the Empire was the same day you met your fiancé. And if it weren't for pulling a few strings here and there; you would've never met him to begin with. Not until the day you were to be wed.

Although you had only been a part of the organization for a mere few hours now; one thing was made very clear to you right off the bat. They weren't privy to unnecessary things. Introducing you to your fiancé, they deemed, wasn't necessary. Sending you an escort to meet him wasn't necessary. Hell, apparently it wasn't necessary for him to even know your name.

You ended up having to be the one to take all that upon yourself.

However, what they did decide as necessary was far beyond your level of comprehension. Then again, you weren't stupid. You knew who your family was. You knew their influence, and you knew the valuable resources they could supply. They had control over dozens of systems; systems that would prove useful to the Empire. This, you could understand as necessary. That many more planets to control? And that much more supplies for the troops? Backing out on that opportunity would be madness at best. This you recognized. This you had learned to accept.

If only your parents could see it the same way.

It wasn't like joining the Empire was hard. Hell, if you were popular enough nowadays, it seemed like all you had to do was ask to get it and they'd let you. There wasn't any need for grandiosity. But, that's all your parents ever seemed to care about. Just how much of a show they could put on to gain people's adoration. It seemed as if no matter where they went, some kind of spectacle followed in their wake. As long as it brought attention and favor to them, they didn't care about whatever consequences there would be. There was no such thing as being low-key about anything. They never missed an opportunity to show off.

Perhaps that's why they agreed to that damned deal in the first place. For grandiosity. It's not like they ever cared much about your thoughts or opinions in the first place. Those weren't necessary. A grand gesture was.

And, apparently, signing away your hand in marriage was that grand gesture. It was necessary, even. And to do so without even informing you of the plan? The icing on the cake. And the fact that the Empire accepted that gesture as an offering? The cherry on top.

The rotten, stale, vile cherry.

When your parents eventually did sit down to tell you the news, you weren't shocked. You were angry. No matter how much you tried to be shocked, you just couldn't find it in you. You didn't want to accept it, but deep down, all along: you knew that this was coming. You knew that eventually, one day, they would pull something like this. The moment you reached your mid-twenties, you knew it was there; lurking, looming just around the corner, waiting to strike. As much as you didn't want to admit it to yourself, they knew it was there too. You knew from the very beginning that they were waiting for that opportunity. They nurtured it even; fed into it and watched it grow right alongside you. They taught you to be wise, cunning and diligent in everything you did. They taught you proper manners (which, in actuality, you only used when necessary), and everything about the art of a deal. They even showed you your way across a blaster and a good aim. You were their only child, the only trump card that your family could play.

And you had been sitting in the deck for far too long. The bill had come due. The curtain had been drawn. The final bow had been taken. The pot was just large enough now. It was time to put you in play.

You just wished they hadn't used you like this. Given you away to the damned Empire of all things like it was nothing. But, to them, it was necessary. It was the only way to get their favor; to tie your family's influence with theirs.

It made you livid.

"What?" You had hissed out to the both of them when they broke the news to you, a plethora of servants and maids hustling and bustling around your gilded room as they cleaned and sorted your things. Ordinarily, you would have been weirded out by people going through your stuff so intricately, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Your distaste for the rummaging would have to wait.

"Now dear," you mother retorted back at you, putting on her iconic oh so tiring there's-nothing-to-worry-about voice, "We know that this is rather sudden, but-"

"Um, YEAH it's sudden!" you exclaimed, feeling your face heat up as you waved your hands around in the air, trying to further emphasize your disdain, "Did you two even stop to think about how I would feel?! I mean, really! You expect me to be okay with all of this?!"

"Come on now, (Y/N)!" your father chimed in, leaning against the mantle of your fireplace like it was no big deal, "We're sure that they'll take good care of you! Besides, think of all the good this will bring our family! You'll be helping out a lot of people!"

Your eyebrows raised in shock and bewilderment as you looked at your father, "I can think of thousands of different ways to help people other than me getting married to... anyone."

Your last word perked up your interest, and your mother seemed to notice. She knew you were smart. She knew that, but still thought she could just so happen to sneak that little bit of information past you. At least for the time being. Averting your gaze back over to her, you watched as she fiddled with her hands, seemingly finding it impossible to look you in the eye now. Shit. She let you think about it for too long.

"You still haven't told me who I'm getting married to." you said to her, point blank and blunt.

An awkward silence hung in the room around you and your parents. Your father's usual nonchalant attitude vanished as he looked over at your mother, who returned his look with another full of concern. You furrowed your brow as your father quietly ordered the servants out of the room, them following their orders and quickly leaving without a word or a peep. Once they were all gone, your room was now painfully quiet. Too quiet. It made you feel cold, and you could feel your skull threatening you with an impending headache. Over the course of a silent agreement between your mom an dad, it was decided that your mother would be the one to break the news. After letting herself have a silent gulp, she turned back to you and looked you in the eye, straightening her posture as she tried to give you her best smile.

"Well, (Y/N)," she said, "The other day, me and your father spoke with the Emperor personally, and it seems we are all in agreement... We think that the best course of action for both parties if you were to wed, erm... If you were to wed Lord Vader."

Fucking pardon?

Silence. Dead, cold silence rang throughout your room, emanated from your person, dripped off your very being through a shell of disbelief. You stared ahead at your mother without a word, your mouth slightly hung open and your eyes wide. Had you heard her right? Did she really mean what she said?

No, no. Of course not. She had to be joking. Or perhaps you just heard her wrong. For them to willingly, willingly hand you over to that man? Had they not heard the stories? About just how ruthless he was? About the hundreds of men that he had slaughtered without so much as a second thought? The Dark Lord? The Supreme Commander of the Empire? Right hand of Emperor Palpatine himself? And they were just going to hand you over to him? On a silver platter with nothing but a pat on the shoulder and a kiss for good luck?

This had to be some sort of cruel, twisted joke.

You started to laugh, your breath airy as you placed one hand on your hip and the other on your forehead in utter disbelief at what you just heard. Despite the look on your mother's face, you continued to laugh as she walked over to you, holding out her hands to try and rest them upon your arms.

"Now, dear, we do know about Lord Vader's history, but we-"

"That just makes it even worse!" You exclaimed, your brow furrowing again as you backed yourself away from her hands so they couldn't reach you, "You know what that man has done, and you're willingly giving me away to him?! Are you out of your goddamned mi-"

"(Y/N), don't talk to your mother that way." Your father demanded, tapping back into the conversation from the sidelines after a long bout of silence.

"This is my life that the two of you are toying with!" You shot back, "You really expect me to be okay with being married to that man?! To just smile and say okay?! Please! If you were that desperate for some new attention, why couldn't you just-"

"That's enough (Y/N)." Your mother hissed, cutting you off. She looked down at you through her own furrowed brow, venom in her eyes as she saw you shut your mouth and hang your head down, looking up at her through your lashes. Your cheeks were still heated from your fury, your anger now left to bubble inside of you indefinitely as she tired of your rebellion.

You watched as she took a deep breath to compose herself.

"Now, I know this is all still a shock to you," Your mother spoke again after a brief pause, her tone more gentle but still sharp around the edges, "but we can assure you that nothing of harm will ever come to you. There will be guards accompanying you nearly constantly, and if anything were to happen, the right people will be notified at once. Your union with Lord Vader symbolizes the union between our clan and the Empire. You are a valuable asset to us both."

You breathed out an angry sigh through your nose as you rolled your eyes, feeling how your mother reached out to touch your elbows. You really couldn't find it in yourself to give a shit about what your marriage would do for your family nor the Empire. You had always imagined your wedding to be a happy occasion. Something grand and beautiful, with someone you truly loved and cared about. And someone that felt the same way about you. Not something where you were practically forced onto the alter; blaster pointed at your back in case you tried to run away. And most definitely not with someone like Darth Vader as the vengeful, rage-filled groom.

No. This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all. And you hated it. You fucking hated it. You felt so out of control as you stood there without a word, your shoulders stiff and your face feeling as if it were the surface of Mustafar.

Replaying your mothers words in your head, you suddenly felt a twinge. This made you shoot your gaze back up at her, watching as her lips parted at the sudden change of your demeanor. She knew that glint in your eye from anywhere. She knew what that meant.

The gears were turning in that head of yours.

She had said you were an asset to them both. A bargaining chip.

And, if that's what you were, then so be it. You'd play their game. You'd be the bargaining chip, and milk that shit for all its worth. You decided right then, right there. You would be the best damn bargaining chip the Galaxy had ever seen.

And if that meant putting yourself into play? To get a semblance of what you wanted?

So be it.

"When is the wedding planned to be?" You asked, looking your mom up and down. She looked over to your father briefly then back to you, slightly taken aback by your change in tone.

"Well, um," she said, "We haven't really decided on a date yet, dear. We just figured whenever the time was right, and when everyone could spare-"

"I want to meet him."

You watched through your lashes as your mother's lips parted again, and she looked over once more to your father for moral support.

"Love, I don't think we can, erm, do that. You see, Lord Vader is a busy man, and meeting him beforehand could-"

"So let me get this right." you blurted out, crossing your arms over your chest, "First, you take away my freedom of choice by picking out my fiancé for me, someone that doesn't even know my name most likely, and now you're taking away the basic human decency of allowing me to get to know my husband before I marry him?"

"(Y/N), please, we-"

"No, mother. I think it's a perfectly fair request for me to ask. You gave me something I didn't want, so now I'm asking for something I do want. And I want. To. Meet. Him. And I'm going to. Hell, I'll transport myself there if I have to. I'll pack a bag right now, even. Now if you won't do me the luxury of even that small of a request, I'll pack a bag to run away from here as far as humanly possible instead. If our union is so important as you say, then surely my fiancé could spare some of his time to meet me. Does this sound fair, mother? Or did you have something else in mind?"

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You were grateful that you didn't have to be the one to carry that god-awfully heavy suitcase all the way down the runway of that hangar. You were lucky enough that a stormtrooper had been waiting for you at the end of the exit-ramp of you and your parent's shuttle, meaning you only had to carry it a small while. You felt bad giving the poor trooper something so heavy, but he didn't seem to mind. You figured he had much tougher jobs to do every day. Maybe carrying your luggage was like a day off for him. That made you a bit sad to think about.

The hangar of the Super Star Destroyer was nearly empty. You didn't have much experience with piloting or ships (nowhere near as much as you would like to have), but you could tell that it was unusual for it to be like that. Scanning your eyes over the drab, lifeless, grey expanse before you, all you could see were just a handful of troopers and guards, standing at attention to greet you and your family. Your mother was to your right and your father to your left, and you could tell that they were trying to look as dignified as possible. You didn't try and match their demeanor. You were the person-of-the-hour, so who cared what you acted like?

You sure as hell didn't.

Picking up your gaze from the troopers around you and your parents, you finally allowed yourself to look over at the opposite end of the hangar. The sight that greeted you made your lips part softly, your eyes slightly larger than before. Sure enough, there he was. Right at the other end. The other person-of-the-hour.

You recognized that silhouette anywhere. You had seen it countless times before. News-briefings, holovids, propaganda; you knew who that was. Even from all the way across the hangar, you could hear his breath; how the metronome of his respirator reverberated off the walls and demanded your attention. And that armor? That dressed him head to toe in that deep, rich black?

It was him alright.

Your husband-to-be.

You could feel a flash of goosebumps rise across your arms.

Walking over to him along with your parents, you swiftly realized that there was someone else in tow with your fiancé. A much shorter figure, who was also dressed head-to-toe in the same deep, rich black. As you got closer, you were able to get a better look under the cloak. Under it was a grizzled, ugly, slimy looking old man, with eyes as yellow as the daisies that grew back home. He had a dark, twisted sneer on his face; his old lips pulled up into a smile that made your skin crawl and an equally as twisted cane in his hand. His smile was one that made him look as if he knew something that no one else did, that no one else would ever even find out about.

And, hell, he probably did know something like that.

Thinking about it made you uncomfortable.

Drawing even closer to the two men and stopping within conversation-distance between them, you felt your gaze falter. You wanted to try and remain at least somewhat diligent and unbothered in front of them, but in realizing that you were standing in front of what was probably the two most powerful people in the galaxy: you found it hard to keep up your bravest face. It wasn't, per-say, because you were scared, no. Just intimidated. And, in all fairness, how couldn't you be? The Emperor was the Emperor. And your fiancé wasn't someone to bat an eye at either. He was tall. Almost absurdly tall, to the point where you knew you would nearly have to crane your neck to look him in the eyes of that mask. He was huge too. His arm looked like it was about three times the size of yours, along with his hands. You saw the way they gripped onto his belt. Sturdy. Strong. Unwavering.

You weren't scared. You weren't going to let yourself be scared. But god damn were you unnerved.

At least having your parents surrounding you gave you a little solace.

"Emperor Palpatine!" your father exclaimed, holding out his hands in a friendly gesture, but making to effort to shake the two sith's hands, "Lord Vader! So good to see you both in person!"

"We do apologize for arranging this on such sort notice." Your mother chided in, making you exaggerate your friendly smile so that you didn't frown in distaste, "But our (Y/N) made it a point to meet the Supreme Commander here and spend some time together before the ceremony."

As the Emperor lifted up his hand to wave away your parents' worries, you could have nearly sworn that you heard the creak in his bones. You had to hold back a little snicker.

"Nonsense." He said, that damn smirk lacing his voice as well, "The Empire is glad to entertain anything that you so wish."

As Palpatine turned his attention to you, you couldn't help but to steal a glance up at Lord Vader, who still hadn't said a word. You didn't blame him. This had to be just as awkward for him as well. But still, you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking; under all that metal and armor. Did he at least find it tolerable to look at you? You knew damn well that this wouldn't work out if he couldn't at least stomach your presence. But, finding any sort of emotion on that mask or in that notorious respirator was like trying to find artistry in a concrete wall. A very large, intimidating, vengeful wall, but a wall nonetheless. You only were able to take your eyes off him when you heard your name being spoken.

"You must be (Y/N)." The Emperor spoke, making you take note of the way his smirk seemed to grow as he looked at you.

You nodded your head with the best forced-smile you could muster, having gotten pretty good at it after all the years.

"Yes, your excellency." You said with a small, tiny bow, "It's an honor to finally make your acquaintance."

"Come now, your highness," he croaked out, seemingly amused by your response, "there's no need to give me any of your attention. I know why it is you're here."

Lifting up his hand again, Palpatine gestured to the tall, looming figure behind him, making your eyes dart up to meet the lenses of Lord Vader's mask.

"This, of course, is Lord Vader." He said, "He is my apprentice, and my right hand here in the Empire."

Flashing up another awkward smile up at Lord Vader, you gave him another tiny, small bow as a greeting, your hands fidgeting by your sides as you stood up straight again.

"It's good to finally meet you, Lord Vader." You said to the sith. Begrudgingly, all you got in return from him was a small nod. Not even multiple nods. Just one. You weren't sure if you were expecting more, but you felt somewhat disheartened, your gaze falling back onto the floor. Did he really not like you? Honestly, you still couldn't tell. And even if you could, you knew you would find it hard to blame him. You were certain that a man such as him wouldn't be too keen on getting married to someone like you either. His focus lied in commanding the armies of the Empire, and hunting down any Jedi that may still be in hiding across the Galaxy. You were sure that your marriage to him, in his eyes, would just be a waste of time.

And you didn't necessarily disagree with him.

But, come on. At least show a little enthusiasm. Even if it's fake.

"Since you came all this way, your highness (Y/N), I shall leave you with Lord Vader from here. Your parents and I will discuss other matters separately." The Emperor explained, earning a nod of understanding from you. As Palpatine turned to leave, he placed his hand on the side of Lord Vader's arm, overtop of the long, flowing cape that covered up the muscle from view.

"Show (Y/N) around, my apprentice." Palpatine ordered, "And don't dawdle for long, do you understand?"

"Yes, my master." The dark lord rumbled out from behind the mask, making your ears perk up at the sound. Admittedly, his voice was much deeper than you expected it to be. In your opinion, it almost sounded fake, but yet oddly fit him surprisingly well. You were also surprised that he had even decided to say anything at all. After standing behind the Emperor for so long in silence, you had begun to wonder if he ever said anything at all. You guessed, however, that he only really spoke when necessary.

Again, you found it hard to blame him. It was the same way with you for a long, long time. You understood what it was like.

As you said your goodbyes to your parents, you hoped Lord Vader would change that sentiment once he was left alone with you.

~~~

The walk with your fiancé was atrocious. You had expected it to be awkward, and it was. At least, to you it was. You still had no idea what he thought of the matter. But you didn't expect to to be this bad.

For one, he didn't offer you his hand. Not even an arm or an elbow. He just started walking, and you had to do a light jog to catch up with him. His strides were much longer than yours, and you found that if you weren't walking as quick as possible, you would be left behind. At the very least, he allowed you to walk beside him, rather than having to trail on behind him like some lost puppy. But regardless, he still had yet to say much to you. Every now and again, he would rumble out a brief description of what kind of place the two of you were passing. But not anything you could start up a conversation with. Maybe he was doing that on purpose. It was hard to tell.

What wasn't hard to tell, however, was just how many people stared at you as you passed. At first you figured they were only staring at Lord Vader, observing him out of either curiosity or fear (or perhaps both). You understood their sentiments. But, as you returned a few of those gazes, you quickly realized that it was in fact you they were looking at. You could see it in the way their eyes softened as they looked at your face; how their mouths would form into a thin line of sympathy. Did they know? About your situation? Did word really travel that fast about this whole ordeal?

You didn't know. And you weren't much in a place to go up and question them.

Pressing on past all the silent well-wishes, you and Lord Vader were quickly greeted by a long, vast hallway. Along the entire expanse, there was not one window in sight. Just a whole lot of dull, white lights coupled with dull, grey floor. It was very unlike what you were used to at home. You were used to open-aired porticos, with lots of natural light and greenery. You were used to everything being full of life and hustle and bustle. The Empire was very much unlike home. Yet, in a way, it was your home now.

Fantastic.

After a good, long while of marching down the same corridor, you picked up your gaze from off your feet and placed it up upon your fiancé's mask. He was stared straight ahead, determined and sturdy as his respirator echoed off the walls.

You couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking under there. Just what exactly he thought of this whole ordeal, about you. You knew about all that he had done. You knew about all the stories there was about him. And frankly, hearing them made you sick. The whole damned Empire made you sick. You never wanted anything to do with it, yet here you were. Thrown practically right in the middle of it all. It made you mad, sure. It would've made anyone with even half of a brain mad. And you suspected your husband-to-be shared at least a somewhat similar sentiment on the whole matter. He was a warrior. A hunter. Getting hitched to some nobility from some nowhere planet probably was the last thing on his bucket list, if it was even on there at all.

Oddly enough, that made you sympathize with him. You felt bad for him. Because you saw yourself in him. He probably had a very similar response to the whole situation as you did. But, come to think of it, it was probably worse for him. His master was the Emperor. And that just opened up a whole new can of worms that you just simply had no idea how anyone could deal with that.

Looking up at him, into those deep, black pools that were the lenses of his mask, you felt a twinge of something deep, deep down in the core of your being.

Sorry.

You were sorry for him. About this whole thing. About just giving him more shit to deal with. You knew it wasn't you that caused any of this, but you still felt a tad bit responsible for it. Regardless of who he was or what he had done, you still knew one thing; Lord Vader probably had a bunch of bullshit to deal with already. And throwing a surprise wedding on top of that? A wedding to someone he didn't even know existed 24 hours ago? Yeah. You wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Not even him.

Wetting your bottom lip with your tongue, you decided to say something about it.

"I'm sorry." you said to him in contrary to the painful, agonizing silence that loomed over the two of you. You had quickly wondered if he had even heard you at first, but your worries were subsided as you watched his mask point briefly down at you, then back ahead.

You were smart. You knew what that meant.

Elaborate.

You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed before continuing, trying your best to keep up his pace with tired legs as you explained yourself.

"Look," you said, "I get it. You don't know me. I don't know you. And if you're anything like me, if we were under different circumstances, you probably wouldn't even want to know me to begin with. Trust me, I felt the same way about you."

From the corner of your eye, you saw him look down at you, only for good this time. Much to your surprise, he had even halted to a stop at hearing your words. You weren't expecting to stop so quickly, so you had to stand up a bit straighter to keep yourself from tripping over your own feet. Standing in front of him, even as straight as you possibly could, you were still so short compared to him. He seemed to be easily twice your size, maybe even three times on a good day. And, you had to admit, that coupled with how that mask looked down at you, boring into your being, it was a bit intimidating.

Well, maybe more than a bit.

Yet, you didn't allow yourself to falter. You were the bargaining chip, and you knew from the stories that Lord Vader wouldn't be so stupid as to forget that. Keeping your face as determined yet open-to-conversation as possible, you crossed your arms over your chest as the dark lord looked at you, stranded alone with him in the middle of that hallway.

"Felt?" was all he said as he looked at you, his armored head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

"Yeah, felt." you responded, "You haven't said anything in forever, and it gave me some time to think."

You saw the dark lord's back stiffen at your bold words, and from that one tiny movement alone, you could tell he wasn't used to being spoken to in such a manner. You found it hard to care. You knew you had special privileges, and you intended to use them.

"I apologize for not being as entertaining as you had wished, your highness." he said, and you had to fight back rolling your eyes.

"Don't be sorry. I kinda figured hospitality wasn't your strong suit."

You couldn't help but show the small smile of satisfaction that appeared on your lips as you watched his head tilt to the side yet again.

"It seems you are quite perceptive, your highness." he rumbled out. You could tell he was getting sick of your antics already. Time to cut to the chase before you blew your chance.

Letting out another sigh, you let your smile fall off your lips as you spoke.

"Look," you said, gazing up right into the lenses of his mask, "What I'm trying to say is: even though I think both of us would've rather just have never known each other, that's just not the case anymore. We're in it, no matter what. Call it fate or whatever, but we are."

You shifted your weight onto just one of your legs before continuing, "And I think I'm rather certain I'm speaking for the both of us when I say: fate has dealt us some pretty shitty cards. Ones we never even asked for. But, that doesn't mean the shitty ones have to be shitty. Sometimes there's potential to turn them around and make them good. And I want this to be one of those. In fact, I believe it is one of those ones. While I think this whole thing is totally and utterly unfair, we can still try to turn it around. We don't have to be a burden on one another. There's potential here for something good."

Shifting your weight back so it was equally on both of your legs, you unfurled one of your arms out and extended it. You opened up your hand and held it out at waist height, offering it to the sith lord in front of you for a shake.

"So, how about it?" you said, a small smile returning to your lips, "This is a shitty hand, but hey, we can at least try to make the most of it, yeah? I'm willing to look past a lot of things and turn the other cheek if you are too. Who knows, maybe we can even be... friends."

Lord Vader stared at your face for a good, long while, his gaze flickering down to your outstretched hand ever so often. He had to admit, as much as he hated to do so, but you did make a fair point. You were right when you had said fate had dealt him a shitty hand. Hell, he was probably dealt the shittiest hand in the history of the Galaxy. He knew this. He had accepted this long ago. He knew he had made a lot of shitty plays too. He knew that more than anyone alive today. But, he had to say. He saw that in you too. As soon as he first saw you up-close, he knew you had that same look in your eye. That look of knowing that you had been dealt a shitty hand. He had expected you to be the type to become complacent with your own shitty hand, just as he had. In time, he expected you be like him; to just accept all that bad that came to you, just as he had.

But the way you looked at him, with that hand reached out floating in the air, he was...

Pleased.

He didn't even want to meet you at first. When his master told him that you were coming, he dreaded your arrival. Hell, he even dreaded just being near you. The thought of every marrying someone, someone else, he hated it. It made the darkness stir inside him more-so than usual. He wanted nothing to do with you.

But yet, looking down at you there in the cold, harsh lighting of that hallway, Lord Vader found himself something he most certainly did not expect.

He was pleasantly surprised.

You weren't nearly as bad as he predicted you to be.

He didn't loathe the sound of your voice. He didn't curse the feeling of your warmth next to him as you walked side-by-side. He didn't hate the sight of your face. He didn't want to kill you because of your smile. You were smart too. He appreciated that. He enjoyed knowing that it wasn't so much of a chore conversing with you as it was with the unfortunate lot he had to deal with on the daily.

And maybe, just maybe, that meant something to him. That meant that this card the Universe had dealt him was worth the investment; was worth putting in to play. Rather than just letting it collect dust in the deck. And even if this wasn't the card he wanted:

Perhaps it was the one he needed.

Once your arm was starting to get tired from holding it up for so long, you found yourself pleasantly surprised as well. You couldn't help but feel how your smile grew as you watched the sith lord lift up his own arm, extending his gloved hand out to you. Carefully, he placed his hand inside yours, the two of you sharing a firm hard shake of silent and determined agreement.

"You make a compelling argument, your highness." Lord Vader said to you as the two of you shook hands, making you breathe out a tiny laugh.

"Please, just call me (Y/N)." you responded, crossing your arms again as the handshake drew to a halt "We're gonna be married, there's no need for all the formality."

"As you wish, (Y/N)."

"Does this mean I can just call you Vader?"

"... I will allow it."

You couldn't help but giggle at his choice of words, a smile still on your face as he started up his walk again, this time significantly slower so that you would have a better time keeping up. Deep down, you were relieved that Vader had accepted your offer. You had been somewhat nervous. You were worried that he would just be an old grump about the whole thing, swatting away your hand like it was nothing. Like the olive branch you had extended was just another waste of time. Like it wasn't necessary. You were prepared for the outcome, but relieved that it didn't happen.

And, in the way the lights hummed around the pair of you, and in the way the faint tingle of the feeling of his hand in yours lingered on your hands, and in the revelation that his hand did, in fact, fit rather nicely inside of your own,

You knew that maybe, just maybe, there was more to come.

~~~

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finallydelight · 1 year

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waiiitt i have an idea for maya and jk 🥹🥺🥺 remember the clip about the perilla leaf debate and jk was so adamant saying he doesn't like it because the next thing they're holding hands and get married, like that jealous kook but with maya 🥲

alright I’m not even kidding- literally this morning I got a clip of this randomly on my fyp page and I had an idea in my head on what I wanted to do with that. like this is so creepy honestly, I love u for this 💗

THE PERILLA LEAF | Maya

April, 2022

''Jungkook, don't call her.'' Namjoon protested as the youngest pulled out his phone from his pocket to call up his girlfriend. ''Yeah, she probably has better things to do.'' Yoongi added, although he was amused by the entire debate.

Jungkook shook his head as he pulled up her contact and dialled her number. ''No, I'm gonna call her and you're going to see that I'm right.'' To say he was a stubborn man, might be an understatement.

''Hello?''

His agitated voice immediately replaced with a soft one as Jieun picked up. ''Yeobo, have you heard about the perilla leaf debate?'' He asked her, looking confidently at his members.

''Yeah, Chaengie said something about it, I think. Isn't it whether it's okay for your partner to help your friend peel off their perilla leaf?'' Chaeyoung had mentioned this thing once to her during practice.

Upon her answer, Jungkook put her on speaker phone so his members could listen to the conversation. ''Yes, that's it! What do you think about it? Do you think it's okay for your partner to help or not?'' He looked at his members with full self-assurance, he was confident Jieun would agree with him that it was not okay for your partner to help.

''I don't care to be honest, it's a stupid leaf.''

The confident grin on Jungkook's face was wiped off within seconds of hearing her words. Meanwhile, the rest of the Bangtan group were laughing their asses off, except Taehyung because he shared the same opinion as Jungkook. ''Yeobo!''

''Jungkook, did you put me on speaker?'' She could barely hear her boyfriend as the laughter that was happening around him was getting too loud.

He nodded, but realised he couldn't see her. ''Yes! Are you actually serious? So if I helped your friend with separating the leaves, you would just be fine with it?'' Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing.

''Yes, why would that be such a big deal? It's a nice gesture.'' Jieun didn't see the fuss about the whole debate, she wouldn't mind Jungkook helping one of her friends out.

''Why is that such a big deal? Come on! That's a marriage waiting to happen!'' His frustrations were of huge amusement to the men around him, Hobi laying on the floor holding his stomach.

Jieun rolled her eyes when he mentioned the marriage. ''So what you're saying is that when we're out with one of your friends, Taehyung-oppa for example, I wouldn't be allowed to help him because you think that is cheating?'' She hoped her words would make him realise how truly stupid he sounded in her mind right now.

''Is this your way of telling me you want to marry Tae?'' Jungkook was flabbergasted and his members had enough. Jin pulled the phone from Jungkook's hands. ''Jieun-ah, please don't listen to him, he's being a child again.''

''We're sorry for bothering you.'' Namjoon told her, knowing how the Twice girls always have packed schedules. ''It's alright, I was just waiting to record some songs.'' She was relieved no one was around in the waiting room, because her confused face must have looked ridiculous to the outside world.

''I'm gonna hang up now, we have to continue filming.'' Jungkook's voice was heard again through the phone. ''Okay, I'll talk to you later, Guk.'' She sighed, she already knew he wasn't going to let this go for a long time.

Seeing his defeated expression, Jimin decided to add some fuel to the fire. ''Bye Jieunie, if you ever want to go and eat perilla leaves with someone, I'm always availab-'' She didn't hear the rest of Jimin's sentence as the line was cut off, by who she assumed was Jungkook.

''Hyung, don't talk to my girlfriend like that.'' Jungkook told Jimin, putting his phone away and walking back to his seat. ''I was just teasing, Jungkookie, your face was priceless.'' Jimin couldn't help but keep laughing at the entire situation.

''Guys, let's continue filming, we're holding the staff up.'' Namjoon said, although he had a hard time to not start laughing at Jungkook's behaviour. Taehyung couldn't help but throw one last little dig.

''Jungkook, what kind of ring do you think Jieun likes?''

''JUNGKOOK PUT THAT DOWN!''

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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Currently procrastinating doing my homework cuz I’m stupid and it’s so overwhelming it’s actually ridiculous and it got me thinking… What enhypen members do you think would help distract you vs which ones would force you to do your work lol (I have some ideas but I wanna hear your opinion) and how would they distract/motivate you? Not me thinking about neck kisses with Jay

-🥥

aww :(( you aren’t dumb. its understandable that you get overwhelmed with homework sometimes (I get overwhelmed too considering my homework consists of drawing and making 3D models)

but anyways, if I were to put them in categories…

distracts you (sfw): sunoo & ni-ki + sunghoon & maybe jay if he needs your attention

sunoo and ni-ki would definitely force you away from your work. like they are more important than homework☝️ screw homework🗣️ you can forget about completing it. if you get detention because of them then they will apologise and give you hugs. still dont expect them to help you. they will also do it constantly. you’re going to have to resist them unfortunately😔

simple, sunghoon hates homework. as for jay, if baby is feeling needy for your attention then he will hug you and pull you away from it – soft jay :((

how they distract you: by literally jumping on you and whining for your attention like a cat or dog / pokes your cheeks constantly until you give into them (which happens often) / hugs you tight

makes you do it (sfw): jungwon + jake, heeseung & most of the times jay

come on now. do you really think leader nim or jay will let you neglect your homework🤨 he will literally sit you down and force you to finish it☝️ but of course, he will give you a treat after completing it. CUDDLES☺️

jake and heeseung dont really force upon you to do your homework. rather they encourage you and maybe help you with it a little if you dont understand it

how they motivate you: by making a deal “if you do this/finish this, we can cuddle or do something together.” / they will give treats in the middle like snacks / making promises / kisses to motivate (yes I imagined jay doing this)

nsfw – hyung line only⬇️ MDNI‼️

distracts you (nsfw): heeseung & sunghoon (actually on occasions jay and jake if they cant keep it their pants + i’m also a whore for them💗)

LORD THESE TWO HAVE NO PATIENCE I TELL YOU. especially sunghoon☝️ that man hates homework and school with a passion. like imagine doing homework and sunghoon peeps over your shoulder. literally scoffs and pushes you down on the bed whilst shoving his tongue down your throat. ah yes, what an amazing boyfriend😍

heeseung has slightly more patience than hoon but like he still doesn’t care and will just pull you away from the homework. probably doesn’t literally shove his tongue but he will tilt your face so you will face him and he kisses you passionately😀

for jay and jake, they usually do not distract you from doing your homework but like if they do, it’s usually them being horn dogs and need help. I know everyone says jake cant keep it in his pants but like when it comes to homework, he prioritises it more before giving himself an reward. unless of course, he can’t wait. much like jay

how they distract you in nasty way😀: by grinding up against you / I’d like to say sunghoon will literally grab your hand and place it on his dick before saying along the lines of “im hard. I need you.” / for jay’s case, i’d say pressing kisses from your ear to your jaw, neck and shoulders. gives you goosebumps. so good luck not getting distracted.

makes you do it (nsfw): jay & jake

okay jay, like I said before in the sfw version. jay prioritises homework > anything else. he thinks you should complete it and be done with it so you don’t have to anything to worry about later on. however, you would be the one distracted since HE IS LOOKING SO DAMN FINE SITTING DOWN ON THE COUCH WHILE MANSPREADING😩

also mentioned before I said jake would prioritise homework. its like jay. he knows its important so its great to do the important task first before worrying about the high sex drive he has. he doesn’t distract you and encourages you to do it despite his dick twitching everytime his eyes travel down your body (mf is a horny teen I swear)

how they reward you: after doing your homework, they give you what you deserve with tons of praises. “good girl/you did so well.” lord🫠 / makes love to you to show you, you are amazing and they love you🥺

so yeah, that’s my take on this :D

#SOMEONE STOP I SWEAR #THE MORE I WRITE #THE MORE DELULU I BECOME😭😭#markxdino: asks #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #anon: 🥥

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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UM so like, ive been feeling really shittt? and i was wondering which of the yanderes would be good at dealing with a depressed or suicidal so?

a/n: yooo im so sorry it took me forever to answer this ask but i hope you're feeling better! and, if you're not, have these lovely yanderes to help! also, i placed it under the cut just because of the warnings so heed the warnings and lets get started!

warnings: mentions of gender dysphoria, mentions of sucidal thoughts and ideations, mentions of depression, mentions of conservative opinion/thoughts, mentions of suicide attempts

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

Gawain knew exactly how that felt. In fact, he’d been in the same position as you. There was a time where he was in the wrong body and it made him want to tear himself apart. He dreaded waking up in the morning, all he wanted to do was fall asleep and just never have to deal with anything ever again.

That being said, because of his unique circumstance, he knew kind of what to do. He’d been to therapists and doctors, he knew the breathing techniques and the journaling methods, he knew kind of how to talk you through depressive episodes; he’d take care of you as best as he can.

Actually, Gawain would be the type to take care of you even to the detriment of his own mental health.

If he hasn’t kidnapped you and trapped you in his expensive penthouse, he definitely would now. He has no choice. He couldn't risk leaving you to your own devices! Nobody knew better than him that you can’t fix mentally ill people immediately. A lot of suicides are impulsive.

So, he'd need to trap you in his house. He’d call his brother over if he needs someone to babysit you but, basically, until he deems you well enough to be left alone, the two of you are attached at the hip. He would totally spoon feed you, he’d bathe you, he’d tuck you in; literally becomes an annoying caregiving leech.

Part of it is because he’s overprotective and wants to take care of you. The other part of it is that he wanted someone to do that for him when he was depressed and suicidal. He wanted someone to sweep him of his feet, to take care of him so he didn’t have to think about anything else; someone that would just hug him and hold him and coddle him.

So, now, that’s who he is to you. And, if you don’t like it, well… Gawain thinks you’re too depressed and suicidal to really decide anything for yourself.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Not to burst your bubble but oh my god, Fujio is definitely the type of person to be like Depressed? The fuck? Just go get a job or something, being depressed is for people who have too much time on their hands.

It really is unfortunate but Fujio isn’t going to take you seriously until he has to.

This means he’ll brush you off until you try to kill yourself, you start hurting yourself physically, you start wasting away because you’re not taking care of yourself, etc. When your health starts being threatened in one way or another, Fujio will explode.

He’s always had a volatile temper and it’s ten times as worse when it comes to his precious darling. Nobody can hurt you, not even yourself.

So, then, he starts talking to people. Not professionals, unfortunately, but like people he knows at work or his boss or people he trains with. It’ll be super stupid, like he just comes out and says it, rolling his eyes like Can you believe this? Being suicidal? Depression? What a load of bullshit, amirite?

Except he’s not right and a lot of people in Lovelock, city notorious for its seedy underbelly, knows it. A lot of people Fujio works with used to be kids that wanted to die rather than continue living their terrible lives with abusive families or with no food on the table. Fujio would definitely be put in his place.

Then he finally understands. He finally realises that this is something he could lose you over. For Fujio, he’d be the type to immediately kidnap his darling so he doubles up on security. He baby proofs your room and you’re not allowed to go outside unless he’s there.

Before, you kind of just had free reign and he let you do whatever as long as you let him know. Now, privileges are revoked. Not because it’s a punishment but because he’s worried you’ll end up hurting yourself.

He’d also be way nicer and gentler to you. It would surprise him since the main reason he ended up falling in love with you was because he felt like he didn’t need to walk on eggshells around you. But, instead of falling out of love, you encourage this weird feeling of overprotectiveness. All he wants to do now is take care of you.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

What do you mean you want to die?

Ayaka wouldn’t be able to understand. Of course she wouldn’t. She’s lived a privileged life where, though her father’s a piece of shit, she’s had everything pretty much handed to her for free. Most people either always want to say yes to her or aren’t able to say no. What more could a lady want?

So, if she finds out that you’re depressed or suicidal, she’d panic a little. You’d think she’d be really conservative about it since she grew up in a conservative household. Something along the lines of you’re not depressed, you’re just being a snowflake.

However, that’s actually the opposite case. Ayaka has never met anyone that’s made her feel the same way you make her feel and, if she has to believe you and do something about it, she will. Anything to keep you by her side.

She just doesn’t know what the fuck you’re talking about at first. So, to learn, she’ll consult her tutor, a doctor, anybody she can find; she’ll learn exactly what she’s supposed to do here, what you need, what she needs to force you to do or what she needs to let you do by yourself.

Surprisingly, for someone who’s never had to lift a single finger her entire life, Ayaka can be relentless and resourceful when she wants to be. She low-key dumps money on the problem which, most of the time, can be a bad idea.

However, with Ayaka, she throws money at the problem with all the love in her heart. She gets you the best therapist money can buy, she makes sure to take you to different places if need be or stay with you in your room if going outside is too much. She makes sure to find out exactly why you’re feeling the way you’re feeling and she’ll put a stop to anything threatening your mental health.

(The one thing she won’t stop is bullying you but she definitely controls her tone in a way that makes it clear to you that she’s joking or teasing you. And, if you voice that you didn’t like something she said, unlike a normal darling, she’d definitely apologise and avoid saying it again in the future)

liam anthony arieh ★ profile

Liam is like a mix of Gawain and Fujio. Part of him is like Depression? Aren’t you being a special snowflake? But also part of him is like oh no, I was severely depressed and suicidal once!

That first part of him comes from the fact that he had nobody to help him when he was depressed. When he wanted to die, the only thing stopping him was the fact that every single time he tried, he ended up in the hospital instead of in the morgue. It took him going through several attempts before he finally got a grip of himself and stopped.

It definitely took him a while to work through his depression and, even now, he sometimes makes suicidal jokes about how funny it would be if he blew his brains out with a gun or if he overdosed, etc. But he doesn’t want to seriously die now and he’s definitely far from depressed.

So, part of him expects you to go through that as well. Part of him thinks that the reason you’re depressed and suicidal is because you’re weak and you just need to get stronger.

However, the other part of him acknowledges that you’re weak. If you’re his darling, most likely the reason why you’ve piqued his interest is because, in his eyes, you are pure and innocent. In his eyes, you needed him to protect you from other people that wanted to do to you the same things he did but for the wrong reasons.

In any case, his solution is surprisingly not to lock you up (if you aren’t already). He’ll definitely start stalking you hard or assigning employees to start trailing you and making sure you’re okay on days he’s not able to do so himself. He also tries to find a therapist but, specifically, a therapist that doesn’t mind breaking patient privilege.

He needs control. He needs to be able to manouver you in the exact way he wants and depression? Depression makes you unpredictable. Depression makes it possible for you to be hurt by the one person he can’t completely protect you from: yourself.And he’d be damned if he lets anyone, especially yourself, take away the one good thing in Lovelock.

#Anonymous #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #oc x reader #male oc #female oc #gawain #ayaka #fujio #liam #drabbles

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lily-janus · 1 year

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More pinned post shit

Au: mindscape

Pairing (/p): creativitwins

"You've never hurt me. Never."

The Play

Summary: Roman asks for Remus' help... don't worry, it goes better than you think.

Pairing: platonic creativitwins

Warnings: Remus being Remus, sexual innuendos, lots of cursing, angst, yelling, blood mention, self degrading, weapon mention, very brief non-descriptive violence. Lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 2,125

Thank you for the request! First time trying this kind of premise so hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!

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C'mon… it's no big deal! Just walk inside dammit! You do it all the time to all the sides' rooms! Just burst in without a care in the world like always!

…so what if you didn't didn't talk one on one since forever? It's no biggie, right? You don't care about anything, especially not others' opinions! And especially not his-

"Remus?"

Remus jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to look as his favorite snake.

Janus looked at the door Remus had been staring at for who-knows-how-long, then at Remus, and frowned.

"Something I should know?" He asked, probing, but gently probing, as always seeming to pick up on Remus' hesitation.

Remus forced a grin and shook his head. "Nope! All good here!"

He wasn't buying it, he knew he wouldn't, but it's not like he's going to talk about it here and now either.

Janus sighed. "If you say so, you know where to find me if it's not." And with a gentle brush on Remus' shoulder, he continued on his way.

And dammit the stupid snake always knew what to say didn't he? Whatever happens in there… he's got good ol' Janny.

He took one deep breath and swung open the door with as much flourish as he could master!

"I'm hereee!" He sang as he entered the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"Geez u scared the living shakespeer out of me, Remus!" Roman startled, putting a hand on his heart.

Remus cackled. "Awesome!"

Roman breathed out a sigh. "I'm regretting this already…" he grumbled.

"Too late! You made the mistake of inviting me!" Remus grinned, pretending Roman's comment didn't sting… because it didn't of course.

"I did… to be honest I didn't think you'd come…" Roman confessed.

"Aww how can I refuse an invite from my dearest brother?" Remus teased.

Roman huffed. "An invite for 5 hours ago, and you don't have a great record of listening to… well, anything."

Remus shrugged. "Welp! I came whether you like it or not… Why did you invite me, by the way?" The question sounded way more hesitant than Remus intended.

Roman bit his lip. "Well I… I just wanted to ask you um…" he took a deep breath. "I need your help with a project okay?" He finally said.

Remus blinked. "My help? Like… me specifically?"

Roman nodded.

"What? You're writing smut or something? I can for sure help with that!" Remus offered with a mischievous grin.

Roman blushed furiously. "No!" He squeaked. "Not that geez um… how do I explain this…" he muttered to himself.

"You see, I wrote a play and it turned out… fine I guess, but it still felt like it's missing something, so naturally I asked the others for feedback… they tried their best, bless them, but they're not artists… they don't get it you know? What I'm saying is… you're kind of my only hope right now." He explained.

"Oh! You need my creative wisdom! Well why didn't you just say so? Let me see your sappy play then!" Remus reached out his hands to take it.

"I didn't say it was sappy!" Roman protested but handed over the play anyway.

"You didn't need to, Ro-Ro, you wrote it." Remus cackled at Roman's pout before turning his attention to the pages in his hands.

Silence followed as Remus read, Roman looking over his shoulder anxiously to see where he was, until he finally finished and looked up.

"You're right, bro, it is missing something…" he tapped his chin, thinking.

"Right? I tried telling them but all Patton did is tell me that it's great and I should give myself more credit, all Logan did was say the 'structure' or whatever was good and fixed some grammar mistakes and Virgil said, and I quote: 'not really an expert on plays but I think it's pretty good'. Which is sweet of them but again, not really helping." Roman sputtered in frustration, putting his face in his hands.

"This needs to be ready tomorrow and I just… I don't know what to do! I can't give it to Thomas when it's like this!" Roman threw his hands in the air theatricaly, looking at Remus pleadingly.

"Calm your tits bro, fuck, your play's fine, just needs some little twicks and it's perfect." Remus rolled his eyes, handing it back to Roman.

"You… you think so?" Roman took it hesitantly.

"Tell you what, let's just try and act it out and see if we get ideas on what to add." Remus suggested.

Roman gave him a funny look.

"What's with the face?" Remus questioned, refusing the urge to blush at the attention.

"That's… that's a great idea, Remus…" Roman said in disbelief.

Remus grinned, shimmying his shoulders. "All my ideas are, bro-Ro!"

Roman huffed a laugh. "We must have different memories then."

Remus waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, you're just boring as fuck sometimes…" he paused. "Though fucking is much more exciting." He cackled, volume increasing when Roman blushed a deep red.

"You're impossibl-"

"Impossibly sexy? I agree! Thanks for noticing!"

Roman shook his head with a tiny hint of a smile. "So are we doing this or what? Or are you stalling because you know I'm a better actor than you?" He teased with a proud smile that's just a shy away from Janus' signature smirk

Remus barked a laugh at that. "You wish." He snapped to conjure another copy of the play for him, looking at Roman, challenging.

Smiling, Roman cleared his throat, holding the script in front of him, and started.

…

Roman looked away with an expression of deep hurt. "I… I'm sorry brother, I failed you.." he said brokenly.

Remus tutted. "Oh no, not at all. You see, you were right, all I do is hurt people… there's no hope for me." He said darkly.

Roman shook his head. "No… no, it's not true! I… I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it… please, don't do this." He begged, reaching for him.

Remus chuckled. "You see? I even hurt you-"

"No!" Roman grabbed him by his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes… Remus would have believed it if he didn't know they were acting…

"Listen to me, you've never hurt me. Never."

Remus suddenly forgot his lines, choking a bit as he looked away.

"...Remus?"

Fuck why does he sounds like he actually cares?

Trying desperately not to shake, Remus glanced at the pages in his hands and delivered the next line.

But Roman shook his head, taking the play from him and setting it down on a chair gently.

"You can't lie to me, I can tell you're upset."

Remus huffed. "So what if I am? Since when do you care?"

Roman's face almost made him want to take it back… almost.

"All your stupid play's missing is a death scene, there, problem solved, happy ending, cheers and all that." He said emptily.

Roman looked confused for a moment before he saw Remus snap his fingers. His eyes widened. "Remus, wait-"

Was all he heard before he appeared back in his good ol' hell of a room.

He sighed, summoning his morning star and raising it for a strike, when he heard a pop behind him and swung there instinctively.

"Wha- hey! Watch out!"

He froze. "Ro? What the fuck are you doing here? Sneaking up on me like that?"

Roman huffed, dusting his perfectly clean and not-wrinkled clothes in indignation. "I was trying to check up on you, silly."

"Well you're about 7 years late, get the fuck out, unless you wanna find out what fun surprises I have here." He grinned maliciously.

Roman crossed his arm stubbornly. "No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."

"Fine! You wanna know what's wrong, Roman?" Remus snapped, waving his morning star carelessly.

"Yes, I do!" Roman shouted back.

"What's wrong is you suddenly pretending like you care how I feel when you made it very fucking clear in the past 7 years that you don't!" Remus spat.

"No… you don't understand I-"

"What's wrong, is you acting like everything's sunshine and rainbows when you know fucking well how it's not even close!" Remus cut him off.

"Remus I was try-"

"What's fucking wrong is that today is the first fucking time we hung out together in years! And it was just because you needed something from me! Did you even realize that? Or were you so caught up in your stupid fantasies and delusions that you didn't even notice?" Remus was shouting so loudly he could taste blood, but he didn't care.

"You're such a fucking pussy that you can't handle how fucking messed up the world is, you're even worse than your naive father figure! You disappear on me for years and suddenly act like you care? You're never there when I need you! Never! And you wonder what's wrong? What the fuck? You're so fucking blin-"

"I was trying to apologize!"

The room fell into a deafening silence, the only sound being the twin's heavy breathing.

Roman let out a big sigh dropping his gaze. "I… I didn't know how…" he swallowed. "I didn't know how to approach the subject… this was the best I could come up with…"

Remus blinked a few times, trying to process the words. "...what?"

"The play! Remus… the stupid play… I wrote it… about us… but with me trying to make things right… it was just a cover story so I can invite you and… apologize…" Roman explained weakly. "It was a dumb idea I know…" he added, clutching his arm tightly in shame.

The play…

"You've never hurt me. Never"...

Remus swallowed. "H-how accurate is the play?" He hated how shaky his voice was.

"As accurate as it can be." Roman shrugged, looking up to meet his eyes.

But Remus couldn't look back at him. "Why… why now?"

Roman bit his lip. "You were right… I was… I was too caught up in a fantasy to realize I abandoned you… but lately, things… happened. And they made me reflect on myself…" a sob escaped Roman's throat. "I'm such an ass Remus, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He buried his face in his hands, shaking with sobs.

Remus pinched himself, Roman was still there, he did again, nothing changed… Roman was here, apologizing for him. He's not dreaming, he's not imagining… he's here!

And yet… Remus couldn't forgive him… not yet at least.

Roman was still sobbing in front of him. "Okay, okay, c'mere you big sap." He pulled him into a rib-crushing bear hug that made him gasp for breath.

"Does… that mean you forgive me?" Roman asked hesitantly into his shoulder.

Remus cackled evilly. "Oh you sweet, naive Ro-Ro…" he shook his head, releasing him so he could see his wild grin. "You have so much to do to make it up to me."

Roman sighed but smiled anyway. "Guess I deserved that, I'll do my best, I love you, Re."

"Ew! Gross, gross gross! Get out of here before your sappy feelings stink up my room!" Remus covered his ears, shaking his head.

"But it's already stinky-"

"Out!" He snapped his fingers, banishing Roman outside.

"Rude!" He heard shouting on the other side of the door. And then he heard him walk away.

Remus shook his head, sighing in relief. "I love you too, Ro."

"Aw"

He jumped. "Fucking hell, Janny! How long have you been here?!" He shrieked.

"Not important." Jan waved his hand dismissively, smirking at him from where he sat on Remus' bed. "So, the big, scary Remus has feelings…" Janny teased, clearly delighted.

Remus huffed. "You're the one to talk, Sneky."

"I say this went better than expected." Janus, of course, ignored him, patting the space next to him.

Remus fell beside him, making the mattress bounce a little. "Were you worried about me, Jan-Jan?" He teased, poking him in the ribs.

Janus huffed a chuckle. "You wish, how long are you planning to keep him on the hook?"

Remus grinned. "For as long as it's fun." He chuckled.

"Hmm now where did you get that from?" Jan smirked.

Remus cackled. "Gee I wonder."

Janus suddenly turned serious, looking Remus in the eye. "You have every right to stay mad, you know, I saw first hand how much he hurt you."

Remus looked away. "I know… but, I think I want to forgive him… eventually."

Janus nodded. "Alright, just don't feel obligated to. I'll let you sleep now, you know where I am if you need me." He squeezed his shoulder gently before disappearing.

Good ol' Janny, always there for him… and soon maybe Roman would too… who would have thought…

Certainly not Remus.

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dislifeismid · 2 years

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Leon needs more love! How about some NSFW alphabet?

What he needs is to stop listening to Linkin Park and make some friends

No but he is actually growing on me so?! 🙏😭

Nsfw alphabet w Leon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't really know what to do with you or himself. Aftercare is gonna be a two way thing. You both gotta put some effort in.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He isn't really a fan of any part of him. He doesn't really think about stuff like that. He hates his hands, they're his weapon. He hates putting them on you, it just makes him guilty. He's really not a touchy person. He'l touch you, but he'l feel guilty the whole time. Plz love him :C

On you, ironically, your hands. How soft they are, untainted. He likes having them all over him.. so long as the moment is right. Not in the middle of a stakeout or something. That being said your hands are your biggest weapon against this stubborn boi, he melts under your touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Tastes bad, would not recommend. He won't want you eating it anyway, he thinks it's kinda gross. Likes to cum in a condom, to get rid of easily. Doesn't like making a mess nor risking pregnancy, finds bodily fluids just kinda gross and annoying to deal with.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He watches porn pretty regularly, not even jerking off to it. He's desensitized to this stuff, he just finds it really stupid and when he's bored he'l watch some. Unfazed. You'l never know when he's watching it since there is no panic and he closes it so fast you won't catch a glimpse.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not at all. Only seen this stuff trough pornos which he knows aren't accurate at all.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

No preference..

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Is he ever goofy? Exactly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Decent amount of hair, trimmed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly sappy....

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not really that often, if barely.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise(giving+receiving), bondage, voheurism (stalking),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I don't think he really cares nor does he get to be picky. So long as no one sees.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Not a whole lot. He's desensitized to most situations one would consider intimate or erotic. Just get to the point, no use in seducing this dense asf rock of a man.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Choking (he's afraid he'l kill you), pregnancy talk (huge turn off for him)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Neither, just not a huge fan of oral. He thinks it's kinda gross, doesn't like the smell or texture. Wouldn't want to give, and also doesn't wanna have someone be submitted to such atrocities! 😨 so, neither. Would rather keep mouths away. Doesn't mind using anything else.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, he doesn't have time to take it slow. He just goes on instinct. He has a very clear pace, somehow it's always exactly the same.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most convenient, so, yes. Most of the time too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No, he has a hard time getting out of his comfort zone 💕

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Average. Definitely not as long as say Li ling or Xuan but for a good while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, since as i mentioned he refuses to use his mouth. Unless you can make that change, they'l be a big part of your sex life. He doesn't mind you using them while he's not here either. He knows he doesn't have the highest libido and may not be able to keep up with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't even know how 🥲🥲

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So so so so so so quiet. You'l barely hear heavy breathing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He can cum untouched.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average, nothing too shocking. Veiny and on the thicker side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Low. He just doesn't really think about stuff line that. He's just a guy with a low libido, that happens. He doesn't find sex peculiarly interesting, stuff like that and drugs and alcohol is just not his kinda thing. He'd rather do something productive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Will NOT sleep before you do. He also always sleeps on the side closest to the nearest opening (door/window), because if anyone comes in, they'l see him before they see you. He's super paranoid about falling asleep with someone.

#leon vali smut #dislyte smut

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lesp1een · 2 years

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After Montreal (Shawn x Bret)

This is basically just a short "vent" fic about Shawn and how he felt after Montreal, dealing with his own mental health issues and the guilt of betraying the man he loved.

TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide mention, drug abuse issues

CONTENT WARNING: None

Stars were supposed to blow up, and then fade away.

Would it be painful? Or would it be quiet?

Rain keeps pouring through the window and he's in his bed. How many days has it been?

Waking up, popping some pills to numb his own pain, going to work and faking pride, glory and a happiness he never ever felt in the first place, and then going back to his hotel room, to his too full cigarette tray and his empty pill boxes.

At least he hasn't been seeing him for days. It would destroy him, to look at his eyes again. How shameful it was for him to kill that smile forever, to put hatred in the eyes of a good man.

He did it for glory, he did it for power. He did it because if he did not, he probably would have been fired.

It was stupid for him to think that Bret would understand.

"You would have done the same!" tears kept flowing on his cheeks as he spoke. Those fake tears, Bret probably thought, coming from a pathetic, manipulative man like Shawn, meant less than nothing to him.

Beet would have done the same, but he wasn't the one doing it. So that night, Shawn lost everything he had.

He lost his co-workers' respect. He lost his lover's trust.

He betrayed him.

There was no Achilles and Patroclus, there was no crying over a lover's dead body.

Shawn was Hector, and he pushed his blade right through Bret's heart.

Vince wanted him to be number one, and he became the star, shining under the spotlight, crying his own self to bed every night.

Guilt, it was guilt.

He didn't care about opinions, because there were too many coming from too many people. He cared about Bret.

And to him, he was nothing but a traitor.

"Thanks for the match." were the last words he said to him, Shawn looking up at him from his seat, and he knew it was a farewell to him, to them together, to what used to be love, toxic, diseased love, but still love, and became something worse than hatred. It was disappoinment.

Between one cigarette and some painkillers, he still tries to contact him. After the infamous event, and after Bret left wwf for wcw, they haven't been talking.

He is still so delusional and pathetic, he wants to say sorry to him another time. Knowing nothing could fix it. It was all done.

Nobody answered. Bret has probably blocked his number, at his point.

He answers calls, it could be him, after all, but it's always Hunter and Diesel. They're worried for him, they care about him.

If he wasn't selfish, he would have stopped what he was doing for them.

He doesn't.

Whatever cowards do to disappear, he was doing it.

He always wanted the hollywood star lifestyle. The "dolce vita". The being loved and doing nothing to deserve it. The drugs, the alcohol, the hedonism, the women and the men.

He had it all, and he wanted so bad to get destroyed by what he craved for all his life.

"Hear me out, Bret!" his broken voice sounds like cries through the vial, sending messages that would never be heard. "You broke me! I didn't ruin any career, you're still wrestling, you're still loved, but you ruined my life!"

"Now everyone hates me… you hate me… you hate me after all we had together!"

"Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, you ruined everything." The mirror tells him, as he's staring at his reflection. You are undeserving of love. You were born for the sole purpose of people using you. And you destroy everything good that happens in your life. Everything! You're ignoring your friends, who are worried for you! The people who care about you, you are pushing away from yourself. They will let you go, they will keep living their own lives, and eventually, you will be alone.

If nobody cares about you, if they don't remember you anymore, you cease to exist.

It's what you wanted, right? This is what you wanted. You want to disappear from your own mind. That's what all those drugs are for, right? For shutting your thoughts up for an hour or two, until it's time to give it another shot.

You've become predictable.

You're so full of yourself you think that everything should go as you want, but nothing goes as you want, Shawn, because this is life.

And life doesn't care about what you want.

People die all the time even if they don't want to. If you want to die so bad, do your own work, because life owes you nothing.

It doesn't owe you pity, and it certainly doesn't owe you happiness or satisfaction.

Life isn't unfair. Life is working for nature's well-being. And if you die, nature will not care. It will eat your body to feed her children from the earth.

Make your decision, Shawn.

Do you want this or not? Because nobody will give it to you, not if you don't pay them enough.

When you get used to swallowing down pills everyday, it will eventually get easier. Sometimes you will even be able to do it without water. And that's a wonder, because it's not easy to go get a glass of water from the sink, when you are trapped in your own bed.

It's shutting up again, and Shawn can rest.

"Bret Hitman Hart here. Unfortunately, I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message."

"Please call me. I want to talk to you. I want all of this to be fixed. I'm sorry Bret, I'm really sorry for what I did. I love you so much even if you don't believe me. I messed up, and I messed up badly. Please give me another chance, even if I don't deserve it. At least talk to me…"

We can get back to punching each other's guts, to spitting in each other's face in private just like we did in public. Let's go back to when hating each other wasn't only a storyline. To when you cared enough to at least say mean shit to me and I didn't care enough to cry for you.

Don't give me silence, I cannot stand it. I'm living in it, and it's loud in my ears.

So loud I have to turn the tv on and the stereo on and call your stupid number only to hear your pre-recorded voice speak.

You know that short novel?

Giacomo Leopardi, "Dialogue of Nature and an Icelander."

You're acting just like him. Blaming everything else for your disgrace, blaming powers that don't care about you.

You're blaming Vince, you're blaming the company, but do you think they give a shit if you suffer?

"Vince, why did you not show any mercy?"

"Oh, Vince, why did you make me do it?"

"Vince, you're so cruel."

The company doesn't care about you, Shawn. Vince doesn't care about anything. He's the opposing power to Nature, and it works just like it.

You put your life in capitalism's hands, and it destroyed you.

You think that it's evil, but there is no evil in capitalism. It doesn't care. Vince doesn't care.

His power works for money and only that. It works to sustain itself and grow just like Nature does.

Don't blame the lion for eating you, the lion is only doing what he was born for.

He was doing it to survive, at your cost, at Bret's cost.

You're disappearing, that's Nature's circle of life.

Would something change if he really disappears?

Would Bret cry, would he be sad, or would he not feel anything at all?

He knows someone would cry if something bad happened to him. His family loves him, his friends care about him.

Even his fans would probably cry.

Canadians would surely have parties to celebrate.

He would get called selfish, like everyone does when someone takes their own life.

Selfish because he has everything everyone would ever dream of.

Fuck it, he has everything little Shawn ever dreamt of.

And then there's his drug problem, there are massive depressive episodes, there is crippling guilt breaking him apart.

He's rotting inside, the Heartbreak Kid, The Showstopper, the one who is an inspiration for many, is slowly dying, and it's his fault.

Not Vince's, not Bret's, it was his fault.

"It's raining. It's raining too much."

He finds the first public phone and dials Diesel's number, which he knows by memory, just like Bret's.

"Shawn, what's going on? Where are you?"

Breaking in tears, Shawn let himself on the cabin's floor and curled up, phone still in his hands. "It's raining, and I almost slipped over the bridge, Kev. I was gonna do it, I was gonna die…" he was wailing, his speech incomprehensible. "I don't want to die, I'm scared…"

"Shawn. Baby, I'm coming to you. Tell me where you are, okay? You're not gonna die, you're alive, I'm gonna bring you back home."

Make your decision, Shawn.

That night he decided to live.

He was falling apart when Diesel brought him home. He was soaking wet. He cried.

He cried in his friend's arms and Diesel cried too.

How hard it is to feel someone fall apart in your own arms. How relieving it is to still feel his breathing body.

"We're gonna fix this together, but you have to talk to me."

"Bret Hitman Hart here. Unfortunately, I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message."

"Bret. I know you're not gonna answer the phone.

It's been years, and you still haven't unblocked my number" A sour laugh breaks his speech, and he lets out a deep breath. "I didn't call you for some time, but I was dealing with something very difficult. I don't think you really care to know, but I was suffering a lot. I was dealing with grief, grief of losing someone who I loved and now hated me. I was also dealing with depression, and drug abuse, but you already know about that. You've grown to know me so well during those past years.

I'm healing. It's taken me almost committing suicide to seek help, but I'm healing. I guess I'm not totally healed, because I keep calling a ghost number, but I'm trying really hard.

"I am still sorry, Bret. And I still love you so much, you are one of the most important people to me-

"Sorry, I'm getting a little emotional. I guess I missed you more than I thought.

"If you're hearing this, please think about what I'm about to ask you. Let's meet each other. Let's go out for dinner or whatever you want. I want to talk to you, I want to hear how you feel because I've only heard myself until now. And if you choose not to answer this message, I will still cherish every moment we had for tye rest of my life.

"I love you, Bret."

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The Shire Is Burning - Chapter 3.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 3 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 1627

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter Three - A simple proposition.

March 21st, 1986.

Lilith snuck back into the house at seven o’clock. She hadn’t meant to stay out all night but tiredness had overwhelmed her during her star gazing and she fell asleep on the picnic table, under the stars. Lilith, expectedly, slept like crap. She was even more disorientated than normal when she woke and it took her a while to figure out just where she was.

She closed the window gently behind her and tiptoed over to the bathroom, turning on the shower and jumping inside. The hot water hitting her skin caused Lilith to gain a second wind of energy leaving her feeling somewhat prepared for the day ahead. Lilith finished up in the shower and shut herself back inside her room to begin getting ready for work.

She dried and styled her hair, fixed it in place with hairspray, applied her eyeliner and her lipstick, and put on her uniform. The uniform that Keith had provided her with was a tad too plain for Lilith's taste so she'd taken it upon herself to make a few alterations to hers made up mostly of pins and patches of her favorite bands, along with an assortment of chains.

A few moments later Lilith heard Steve honking outside and made her way toward the car.

“Good morning you beautiful sons of bitches, how are we today?” she asked the two of them.

“Good, good,” Steve began. “Anyway, I was just asking Robin for a little advice and could do with an extra opinion. I’ve got that date with Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she’s going out of state for college. Do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I don’t know. Does that make sense to you?” he rambled before glancing at Robin, who seemed to be concentrating more on doing her makeup in the mirror than anything Steve was saying. “Robin, are you even listening?”

“Uh, yeah,” she said, applying her mascara.

“What did I just say?” Steve asked with an air of annoyance.

“Something about sex with Linda,” Robin replied. Lilith couldn’t help but let out a stifled chuckle.

“No, I’m talking about Heidi!” Steve corrected her, banging his fist on the steering wheel.

“Cut me some slack. Please. Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity, it is seven in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse!” Robin snapped, rubbing her face.

“You’re worried about a pep rally? You expect us to believe that?” Lilith asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah? So?” Robin quickly defended herself.

“We all know what this is about. Not buying that. This is about Vickie.” Steve declared.

“Absolutely not,” Robin said unconvincingly, trying to avoid Steve and Lilith’s gaze.

“It is. You know what else?” Steve told them.

“I don’t care-”

“You’ve got to stop acting like you’re someone else when you’re around her.” Steve finished.

“You’ve just got to be yourself,” Lilith added.

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realize that?” Robin asked.

“Maybe you need to listen to yourself. Ever think about that?” Lilith aired.

“I listened. Look at me. Boom. Back in business.” Steve declared.

“It’s not the same thing, okay? You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego’s a little bruised. I ask out the wrong girl and bam, I’m a town pariah.” Robin blurted.

Steve turned to Robin, chuckling. “I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don’t know that though, do we?” Robin replied.

“She returned Fast Times paused at fifty-three minutes, five seconds. Know who pauses Fast Times at fifty-three minutes, five seconds?” He asked, pausing for a moment to allow Robin to answer. She didn’t. “People who like boobies, Robin!”

“Ew, gross! Don’t say boobies” she said rolling her eyes.

“Boobies!” Steve repeated. “Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies. Lil likes boobies. You like boobies. Vickie likes boobies. Definitely. It’s boobies”

Robin shook her head in defeat as Steve pulled into the car park. “I’ll see you guys later, yeah?” she asked, before grabbing her trumpet from the back seat and heading towards the gym.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at work and opened up the doors. After plenty of coffee, the two of them were in peak performance. Steve was relentlessly hitting on any of the female customers while Lilith sorted through the returns pile.

“Boom. Another date!” Steve stated, holding out his outstretched fist for Lilith to bump.

“Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington strikes again!” Lilith mocked.

“You’re just bitter because you’re a bitch” Steve told her with a sarcastic smile.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” she teased. “What movie do you wanna watch?”

They were an hour into The Breakfast Club when the phone rang. Steve reluctantly answered the call after losing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Famly Video Store. This is Steve, how can I help?” he asked, pausing for a moment to listen to the voice on the other end. “Lil, it’s for you..” he handed the phone to Lilith.

“This is Lilith,” she told the mystery caller, as much niceness in her tone as she could muster.

“Lilith! It’s Dustin,” the voice on the phone told her.

“Why are you calling me at work, you shrimp? What’s wrong?” Lilith asked, annoyed.

“I need a favour” Dustin coaxed.

“Go on…”

“It’s our Dungeons & Dragons game tonight. Lucas can’t make it because of his stupid championship game and well… we need a sub. I’m desperate, Lil. I’ll do your dishes for a week if you fill in. Please?” he proposed.

“A week?” Lilith asked.

“Fine. Two?” he bargained.

“When and where?” Lilith asked.

“Thank you! Thank you! Five o’clock. Hellfire Room. School basement. Don’t be late, whatever you do. Look, I’ve got to go. You’re a legend. Bye!” he shouted before hanging up. Lilith placed the phone on the receiver and got back to work.

She spent an hour unloading the delivery followed by another two hours restocking and rotating the candy on the display and refilling the topping tubs and kernel bins. Whilst she was doing that, Steve was rewinding and restocking all the movies that had been returned throughout the day, cleaning down the counters and sweeping the falls. At three o’clock Keith walked through the door to take over and the two of them clocked out.

“Any plans for tonight then?” Steve asked, carefully watching the roads for oncoming traffic as he took the next turn.

“Dustin needs me to sub for his D&D game tonight, Lucas is busy with the game. You?” she asked.

“I’m off to the game then meeting up with Robin later, feel free to hang with us later if you’re not busy,” he told her. “Be careful tonight, Lilith, okay?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more serious now.

“Be careful?” she asked, perplexed, “Steve… it’s a game of Dungeons & Dragons, what do you think is going to happen?” she laughed.

“Just… be careful. Look, I’ve gotta go. I have to do some errands for Mom before I go pick up my date. I’ll see you later.” He told her with a wave.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll see you later,” Lilith said, closing the door behind her.

Confused, Lilith made her way up to her room and flopped onto the bed to rest her eyes, all the tiredness from her horrid night's sleep catching up with her all at once. She fell asleep almost instantly.

“Lilith… I’m coming… I’m coming for you… For you all…”

Lilith's eyes opened wide, frantically. She looked around the room and took a couple of deep breaths; everything looked normal. She pinched herself - it hurt. She was awake.

She quickly washed her face, reapplied her eyeliner, and styled her hair. She grabbed the first items of clothing she could find and put them on. Black baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt. She grabbed her sneakers and put them on, tying her laces into double knots. She grabbed her character information folder from the bottom of her suitcase in a hurry and dashed to the front door.

She skated faster than she’d ever skated before. Lilith checked her watch. It was five past five; she was late. She flung open the double doors and made her way into Hawkins High for the first time. The walls and floors were both covered in white tiles but there were so many posters and banners up you couldn’t see much bare space anywhere. Rows of lockers lined either side of the walls. Lilith looked around for an entrance to the basement but couldn't find anything. After a few more minutes, Lilith turned a corner and found a staircase leading downstairs.

After another five minutes of aimless wandering, Lilith found herself outside of the door which belonged to the Hellfire Club, according to the poster on the window. She knocked five times, paused, and knocked two more times before pushing the door open.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, you’ve got Dustin and his shitty directions to thank for that one,” she chuckled.

“It’s about time! Sit down, Eddie’s been going frantic.” Dustin cried, pointing to the empty seat at the end of the table.

Lilith sat down and placed her character information sheet on the table before her before looking up. She instantly locked her gaze with a pair of familiar deep brown eyes. It was him again. He tapped his rings on the table, impatiently.

“Lilith Henderson,” she told him, extending her outstretched hand across the table.

“Eddie. Eddie Munson” he replied, shaking her hand firmly.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic

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