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bonefall · 24 days

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I personally like Thunder's prosthetic. Explained it to my friend (who does use a mobility device, a cane and wheelchair, and listens to me rant and infodump about BB) and they agreed, it's important to know that not every person needs what someone wants to give them. It's another example of "bad ableist person does a thing that hurts a disabled person because they are bad and ableist".

Clear Sky got Jagged Peak killed and would have killed Sunlit Frost! He would absolutely force his disabled son to be "normal" and present it like a privilege. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else, it's special, why don't you want to be helped?"

Thunder Storm should toss it in Clear Sky's face. (I would say toss it into the river but we do not pollute waterways in this house)

Thank you for telling me this, and tell your friend I'm thanking them too! If they have anything else to add please forward what they have to say

Since BB!DOTC tackles some of the heaviest topics in the entire series because its canon equivalent is so dark, I think very carefully about what I do here and how I show it. I take feedback on its sensitive aspects very seriously. If I'm understanding the criticism properly, it's that I should avoid stigmatizing prosthetics by making sure Thunder Storm's not the only one with it-- which he's not! And I'll add even more.

I don't want to avoid something only because it's uncomfortable if the topic is important, and my portrayal is respectful. Ableism IS uncomfortable! There are some situations where a prosthetic is not wanted! I think the rejection of this particular one is both a good opportunity to show a type of ableism and ALSO is very fitting for the characters.

In BB!Clear Sky's mind, the villain, he's fixing an old mistake. He can't admit that he got Jagged Peak killed or take REAL accountability for it (though he will, occasionally, apologize insincerely), but deep in his bones, he knows what he did was cruel. He'll never tell anyone this because he doesn't really cognate it himself, but Thunder Storm NEEDS to take his gift.

If Thunder doesn't take it, it blows a hole in his newest story. You see, throwing Jagged Peak out was All That Could Have Been Done back then. It was a Tragedy and he simply Made A Hard Choice. He regrets it very much, But You Have To Understand.

But now? Now? Well, behold. Look at what he's accomplished since the tragic death of his little brother. His cats are well-fed, cared for, and stable enough to make such incredible advancements. If only Jagged Peak had been able to hold on longer, if only he could be here now, I could fix him.

Just like I can (MAKE YOU JUST LIKE ME) fix you.

"Everything I've ever done is for Jagged Peak. For Fluttering Wing. For you." Thunder Sky is SPECIAL, but if he rejects any gift, tries to turn down the "privileges" offered to him, in an instant that becomes ungratefulness and arrogance. He both forces him to be special, and then leverages it against him if it's rejected. "Spoiled brat, doesn't appreciate what I've worked so hard to give him."

It all goes back to him and his own guilt. He can NEVER be wrong. He can't accept his family doesn't have to be "normal" or reflect his own ability. He won't see himself as a bully, let alone a murderer. It was never about his son's comfort or finding out what Thunder Storm wants or needs, it was about his own ego.

...All that said I'm still taking feedback if there's anything else I should keep in mind, or if anyone has a counter point, especially if you also have experience here.

(In the interest of having a link trail for posterity, here's the critique/call for feedback this is in response to)

#ALSO also I will take suggestions on other characters who should have prosthetics #Sunlit makes sense and it will make a really nice character moment later for him to have one built #There's also an amputee in RiverClan few people talk about called Stonestream #I can give him one and bump him up into a bigger character. In BB he is the sibling of Willowshine #BB!DOTC #better bones au #Also just as a side note... I love writing BB!Skystar. My ire for the character comes from his redemption arc so I feel like I get to--#--write the character I WANTED to see #Same with Bramble in other BB arcs #cw ableism #tw ableism #ableism #They're fascinating in that they always have to see themselves as the victim or the hero #They believe every lie they tell.#If you ever catch them in a contradiction they will still try to find some way to turn it on you and YOUR lack of understanding.#Interestingly both of them are ableist. Sky's is just more obvious because he's LOUDLY bigoted.#But BB!Bramble is *notably* less close to Jay for a very sad and very subtle reason.#Jay just doesn't serve his ego like the others do until much later in his life.#unfortunately most bigotry is like that.#the type you have a hard time calling out because it's a deniable bias. the constant gaslighting of being part of a marginalized group #Maybe I need to address the criticism by adding a character with a prosthetic to THIS arc even earlier #Problem is that like... Thunder's small merc group is already full of disabled characters and their THING is forming in response to ableism #OH maybe I'll put someone in the Forest Cat group which is lead by Slash?#I need to finish that last book and then gather up all the cats for sorting into allegiances

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shantechni · 8 months

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This hit me out of nowhere like a water balloon left in the refrigerator for 3 hours so bear with whatever madness you're about to see because I don't even know what I'm going to say but I do know I'm 100% reaching like crazy with some stuff

It's common knowledge that Splinter spends the least amount of "lesson time" with Mikey, and it's a common consensus that Splinter doesn't need to spend much "lesson time" with Mikey considering how he tends to figure things out for himself. But I don't really see much acknowledgement of their scarce amount of "lesson time" greatly impacting Mikey over the course of the series. Unless I'm not treating this enough like a "Where's Waldo" game, idk-

Putting aside Karai's Vendetta, it takes a grand total of 31 episodes for us to see Mikey get any one-on-one "lesson time" with Splinter.

We see throughout S1 that Mikey is likelier to go with the flow of one of his brothers' plans or suggestions during a mission than doing something major on his own. It's simply the more favorable option for everyone than him screwing things up or getting himself in trouble. His "friendship" with Bradford was his first time landing himself and the team in hot water, and he's evidently remorseful near the end of the episode. Not only did his actions cause trouble, but he was being used by who he thought was his first human friend, and he learns that every human isn't so accepting like April.

He screwed up, and everyone had to pay as a result.

That could be part of the reason why Mikey was so adamant about befriending Leatherhead; he saw good in the alligator and wanted his brothers to believe that he wasn't screwing things up again. The guy's a mutant like them and he's fighting the Kraang, there's no way this'll go like the Bradford incident.

Meanwhile, his moments of silliness are often reserved for lowering the tension of a situation, or because the urge is there to be given into, but his brothers tend to view this behavior as him being the typical goofball they know him as. Which unfortunately painted a permanent image of himself that rubs him the wrong way.

That leads us to Parasitica, and it's quite the significant episode because it's the second time we see Mikey express blatant frustration at his skills and mental fortitude being underestimated. He proves to his brothers that he's capable of finishing a job on his own, following directions to a T, and making things work with his own plan of action. But his earlier soiling of Leo's comic ruins his moment of accomplishment and the episode ends on a comedic note. It show us that the guys are sometimes reluctant to praise Mikey because of his tendency to let things go to his head and, in the process, Mikey sometimes doesn't feel respected by them, something he expressed to Bradford way back when.

Come S2 though, Mikey immediately screws things up and adds to his brothers' list of reasons to not respect him because he doesn't quite read the room when he admits their wrongdoing, nor does he expect April to react so strongly to something he sees as an innocent mistake on their part. He's used to joking around or speaking lightly about serious manners to ease the tension, but not only did that not work this time around, it served to make things worse in a way.

We don't see Mikey get reprimanded since he was right to tell her that their mishandling of the mutagen is why Kirby was mutated, but I'd believe it if Ciro Nieli randomly stepped forward and said it did significantly affect him. His slip up doesn't affect him too heavily though, at least not enough for him to avoid aiding the team in finding mutagen and fighting the Foot clan. Not only that, he saves the day with the help of popcorn and a septic tank when they're attacked by the squirrelanoids, and the guys willingly praise him for his actions.

But we don't get anything really centered on Mikey until the fifth episode of S2.

He has a moment of enlightenment and he chooses to dabble in some mutagen off screen to be cooler and less like the typical goofball his brothers often label him as. Of course, this greatly backfires on him as the mutagen that makes up his body becomes unstable and threatens to explode in an unpleasant manner, so the turtles spend most of the episode focused on curing him rather than trying to work through what made him resort to such measures in the first place. They even prove Mikey's point in one particular scene when he makes a suggestion that goes ignored and adds to his disappointment.

Once they finally cure Mikey and prevent him from meeting an untimely demise at the hands of mutagenic acne, Splinter is the one to reassure the youngest turtle that he needn't change himself to appease his brothers. Mikey moves on from Splinter's wisdom to gloat about being right when they didn't believe him, to which Leo tells him he just took a gamble because had no idea he'd be right about it, and the episode once again ends on a comedic note with Mikey being the one who again saves the day.

I said near the beginning of this that Mikey's usual behavior during missions was to go along with whatever was asked of him, and he has the tendency to go in the same direction that those around him appear to be going.

Post the acne incident however, there's a noticeable shift. Maybe Splinter's words really resonated with him, or maybe his learning experience gave him the realization he needed, I don't exactly know.

Either way, Mikey changed.

This happened with the giant wasps and squirrelanoids as well, but it's not until S2 is halfway over with that we see Mikey really start to trust his instincts more and become less reliant on his brothers to help save the day. He still seeks their strength and smarts when in a rough spot mind you, but when he sees an opportunity to deal with something on his own, he takes it and doesn't wait for permission or looks of mutual agreement.

His use of Ice Cream Kitty in their second confrontation with the Rat King could count as one such instance since he enacted his own whimsical plan, but I'd be inclined to include any other instance of him doing something similar before then. A better representation of the point I'm trying to make is his solo endeavour into Dimension X. It takes 19 episodes after his acne incident for this to happen, but it's our first huge instance of Mikey initiating and going through with something that goes completely against his brothers' wishes.

One probably thought Mikey would sit tight and somehow manage to involve himself in Leatherhead's rescue later on, but Mikey catches his brothers off guard by running off into danger head first without waiting for anyone. And we see when the guys find him that he miraculously adapted to the new universe; he could take care of himself, he knew how to handle these otherworldly enemies, and he repeatedly helped his brothers and educated them.

This becomes a recurring pattern whenever they enter Dimension X, but Mikey's whims pulling the others into a direction they don't expect to go happens more with each season. The same thing happened when he ran away and found Napoleon, though not to quite the same extreme; he quickly became acquainted with him and acclimated into the group of mutant frogs.

He got by in these situations by being himself. Not like a cooler version that his brothers would probably prefer, but his usual, outlandish, and unorthodox self.

Other than an astounding sense of adaptation that's far above his brothers', he sticks with his gut in the face of retaliation and doubt. He was the only one to sense something wrong with April's mom, and he isn't subtle about it at all, even when his suspicions get him on everyone's bad side. He could've easily laid low for an opening or gone along with everyone else's acceptance of her, but he doesn't. He isn't going to change his mind just because his claims seem crazy and make him look paranoid.

Again, we see something similar whenever everyone second guesses his knowledge of chemicals and compounds. Donnie nearly had an aneurysm when he found him tampering with the retromutagen before their big fight with the Kraang, but he was soon delighted to see the positive results of Mikey's tampering. And when Mikey accidentally bumped a bit of the mind control cure onto Donnie in The Creeping Doom, he decided he should be the one to fix things and made an antidote for Donnie. It's a bit funny how Mikey did both of these things without truly knowing what the result would be, and even he was surprised to see that his concoction worked to cure Donnie of his slow decay of intelligence.

Either way, he usually knows when he's right. He knows he can do so much more than his brothers believe he can at times and he goes out of his way to prove it.

This is getting long (could've been extra long if I really wanted to go in-depth), and I already briefly mentioned something similar for S5 in this post, but I just really like how apparent it is that Mikey embraces who he is more and more as the show goes on. Electric powers? Boom, I'm using them. Seal's broken? Boom, bubblegum. Mutagen bomb ended the world? Boom, I'm making a map that only I can understand.

Fr tho, he once felt insecure about his weird way of behaving and thinking, most notably when he's in a situation that would usually call for the types of planning and actions his brothers are better known for.

But now it's something he utilizes and even holds over everyone's heads at times.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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jjk || Girls Need Love Too

pairing: nerd!neighbor!jungkook x fem!reader

word count: 2.6K

summary: You throw out your shitty ex and Jungkook comes over to comfort you, in his own special way.

tags: smut (18+), angst, neighbors to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: oral (m&f), begging, penetrative sex, nicknames (goddess), praise kink, dirtytalking, creampie!!, unprotected sex*(don't do this), hypnotism maybe, a little rough.

Subconsciously inspired by this edit???

This is the last time he disrespects you.

Standing outside of your previously shared apartment with your ex-boyfriend on his knees in front of you, you toss out his suitcase with good riddance.

"No no no, you don't have to do that, please, fuck, Y/N, listen to me!" He sobs, throwing himself on the ground like a child.

"Why would I listen to you after what you've done to me, after you've never in your life listened to a word I've said?!" You scream at him.

He sniffs with all his might, trying to gather himself for the last time to plead for your mercy. "It's a mistake! This is just a mistake, I'm so fucking sorry," he wails.

And for a moment–

For a second, you question your own judgement.

This could be three years of a relationship down the drain.

It doesn't matter. You need to respect yourself more than to let him in again.

"Fuck off." You slam the door in front of him and lean against it on the other side with your arms folded tight against your chest.

That's when the tears start falling, like waterfalls. In that delicate moment, you realize what you've done to the young love that once existed between you. It is long gone, and so is your innocent youth.

Little did you know that your next door neighbor, Jungkook, was just about to take out the trash when he witnessed the tragic end to your relationship.

Admittedly, he's celebrating inside.

He's always had a thing for you, from the moment you moved in next door to the time you ran into each other on the elevator to when he spotted you around the block, doing errands.

This might be his chance to be a real provider to you. Immediately, he starts conjuring up ideas to ease your pain.

After all, "a shoulder to cry on will turn into a cock to ride on."

He doesn't remember where he got that quote from, but it suits the situation pretty well, he thinks.

Jungkook is a bit of a nerd. He's never been a Casanova or anything, and he's a little shy with the ladies.

He's a computer science major who has basically never felt the touch of a woman, and as embarrassing as that is to admit it also means that he needs an experienced person to show him the ropes.

Your dominance intrigues him.

He was always hesitant to approach women, but you made him feel welcome enough for him to approach you.

You're open and give off a confident energy that he really enjoys. In other words, you seem to know what you're doing.

This is his chance.

With money in his pocket, he grabs a jacket and throws it on to make his way to the grocery store.

He needed to buy something subtle enough so that it doesn't look like he's desperately wanting to get in your pants as soon as your lover is out of the picture, but something straightforward enough so that you know he's willing to lend a hand in your healing process.

You can't go wrong with the essentials, right?

A crying woman needs something to hug, so he stops by the gift aisle and grabs the softest teddy bear.

She needs something to wipe her tears with, so he tosses a box of tissues into his handheld basket.

She needs something to keep her mouth from sobbing, so he buys you some teddy grahams, cheezits, and granola bars just so that you have a variety to choose from.

He gets everything that you might need to heal.

Jungkook pauses in front of the flower arrangements.

There is a bucket full of single roses on display. It's romantic, sweet, and can be seen as a simple gesture of empathy. He decides on a blossoming one and heads to checkout.

Meanwhile, you're wiping your tears with your sleeves, knocking your head against the door, softly. "Why," you mouth, barely any sound coming from your throat. "Why, why, why…"

Your ex has already gone. He should be halfway across town by now.

You dread going to a family gathering without him by your side. The fear of what others may think about your relationship and the blame they might put on you brings you deep shame.

If you gain a reputation as someone with many failed relationships, you might as well be done for.

That terrifies you.

Despite your fears, you must carry on. This is the only way you'll survive to eventually be a part of a healthy and strong relationship. It's what you crave the most.

It is knocking at your door. Literally.

Jungkook knocks jubilantly at your door, with three bags of goodies held by either hand.

You stand up and answer the door, surprised to see Jungkook on the other side. "Jungkook! What are you doing here, isn't it late?"

"I've come to console you, y/n," he says, straightforwardly. "I don't want to see you upset and alone, so I've come with gifts so that you don't have to…do that."

You glance over him.

He's puffing his chest up, making himself look bigger than he is.

His build is naturally a little muscular. You know that he works out a little bit for his own health, but he's pretty skinny, otherwise.

"Yeah– Yeah, Jungkook. Uhm," you wipe your face one more time, with your sleeve. "Fine. That's fine," you sniff.

"Good!" He cheers, placing his bags on your counter. "Can I come in?"

"Sure,, sure. You can come in," you smile, letting him pass and locking the door behind him.

Jungkook looks around the house with subtle curiosity. "This is your place, y/n? It's so much bigger than I thought…"

"…It's a lot emptier than it was a few days ago," you laugh through tears.

"Oh cause that guy moved out, huh?" He says, quietly, as he walks around.

"Yeah,"

"Yeah, well, I never liked him. He was always trying to put you in a cage, huh? Always trying to pin you down and take control of you and you were never about that," he says, casually.

"...Yeah, Jungkook."

How the fuck did he know that?

"How do you…know all this?" You follow him into the living room, watching him inspect your personal items with admiration.

"It's a vibe," he mutters.

"Oh," you let out a sigh.

Jungkook puts down a photograph of you on a shelf and meets your gaze. "Uhm…there's stuff in those bags for you. I thought you'd need someone to check up on you. I wanna be a shoulder to cry on."

"You really don't need to do that. I don't plan on being reliant on anybody but myself right now, it just–" you shake your head. "It's something I need to do myself."

"No, I think you need to listen…" Jungkook hums, smirking a bit as he comes forward.

"After all…" He tilts his head down, inches from your face. "Girls need love too."

"Self-love," you reply, hesitantly.

Jungkook nods, softly. "What can that look like for you?"

You blink slowly, feeding into his soothing tone and his hypnotizing body language. He leans over you in a protective yet delicate stance, open and inviting. "Many things, Jungkook…"

"What do you need right now? What is your body telling you?" He rasps, quietly.

"That you want me," you reply, as if the words were coarsed out of you.

"That I want you?" He prompts

"That I want you," you correct.

He smiles and weaves his arms around your careful waist. "You do," he confirms. "Don't you want to fuck me?" He speaks seductively into your ear, catching your body in his arms as his hands massage your scalp hypnotically.

His touch bleeds seduction, soaked up by your skin as a need grows deep inside of you to take him in ways you don't dare speak.

"He doesn't know how to please you...he never did...you need someone to rely on...and I'll be that for you, goddess…"

You melt into his touch, a medley of sweet lust tainting your perception like a love drug. "Ohhh Kookie~" you sigh, biting your lip. "How long have you seen me this way…"

Jungkook kisses your cheek softly, in a tender act of kindness.

"For a while. I don't remember when I caught feelings, but seeing him treat you like that made my blood boil…" he says, rigidly.

"Treat me better," you ask, taken by his delicate touch.

As if it was his plan all along, he strokes your sides with his wide hands, riding your shirt up gradually.

"I plan to," he hums. "I want you to show me the ropes. How can I best pleasure you, goddess?"

Your eyes flash with lust. "Let me show you."

While sitting on the couch, you dip your hands into his pants and stroke his thighs beneath the cloth, then bring them back up to stroke his torso while maintaining heated eye-contact.

Jungkook hisses softly, smirking as he leans forward for you to touch all of him. "...love the way you touch me…" he slurs, furrowing his eyebrows very slightly.

He kneels below you, his big eyes awaiting your guidance.

You run your fingers through his hair, thoroughly petting and caressing him in a controlled way.

He dips his head between your thighs and squeezes his eyes shut. His wide palms grip them open, his lips resting above your clothed cunt. "Do you need me here?" His voice vibrates against your skin in the most delicious way.

You bite your lip, the blood rushing to your cheeks. Fuck. "Yeah, Kookie~" you sigh.

He smiles and sharpens his tongue before running it from the bottom of your slit to the very tip, pulling your panties to the side so that he can sloppily eat your sweet pussy.

His eyebrows knit together innocently looking up at you, a deliberate devilish smirk hiding behind those eyes. You tighten your thighs around his jaw and he relaxes his tongue, slipping it inside you and pressing up against your g-spot.

His grip on you intensifies, his tattooed fingers tensing as he manipulates your hips into his skilled mouth. "Ohhh fuck, Kookie, so good~" you coo.

Suddenly, he thrusts in, determined.

You gasp, melting beneath him, but he maintains a strong control of you and he won't let you go. You're under his spell.

"Fuck!! Fuck,," you whine.

Jungkook's eyes narrow as he's determined to make you cream around his tongue. He's so fucking hard in his pants but he knows that the reward of having you nice and wet for him is far sweeter than any sort of childish impatience. His focus is set.

He latches his lips around your clit and spits it back out before taking it back in, sucking it hard and letting his tongue roll over it lewdly. You grab a handful of his hair and angle your hips upward, your moans intensifying with every stroke of his hot tongue.

He smirks and spreads it on you, digging his nails into your skin possessively before sinking his tongue back inside your cunt, flailing it, determined to make you cum exactly how he wants.

"I'd do this forever. Your cunt is so sweet. I'll drink it like water," he rasps between passionate kisses against your skin.

You sputter out a whine, desperate to get something back inside of your hungry cunt. "Please~ please– ohh, fuck, please fuck me~" you cry, unprompted.

He's painfully hard against his jeans, and by the looks of it he's the perfect size for you.

He catches you staring, amused. He draws himself away from your legs and works on releasing his cock for you.

"Can I suck your dick?" You pout.

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. "You wanna?"

"Ohhh yeah~" you moan, your eyes softening as you stare at his fingers pulling his pants down to his thighs. "Mmmm~"

With care, he pulls out his cock in his hand, displaying it to you casually. A surge of pleasure overcomes you.

"You're so pretty, Jungkook," you breathe, closing your legs together and rubbing them with need.

Jungkook places one hand on his torso and spreads his thighs apart to better show himself off. "Why don't you come down here and put your pretty lips around my cock, then?"

Soon, your body is laid across your super soft velvet rug with your legs kicked up as your hands grip your neighbor's dick, smiling happily as you take his sticky tip between your lips. He leans backwards on his hands, his head slightly leaned back.

His adam's apple bobs as he swallows in anticipation. He lets out an ungodly moan as you fill your throat with his cock, your tongue spreading against his underside as you hollow your cheeks and thrust him in shallowly, making sure to breathe deeply through your nose.

Jungkook winces, letting a flow of sung moans flow from his throat as you suck the life out of him. A big, relaxed smile spreads on his lips as if he were in a state of pure bliss. "Ah~ ahh- ahhh…ah," he swallows hard. "Mmngh– mmmghhh~"

You use your hands to optimize his pleasure, watching his face contort as you take more of him in your mouth. His breath stutters suddenly, causing his hips to jolt upwards. "Fuck– fuck, I'm going to cum so hard if you don't st– stop," he warns in a panic.

He looks like a Greek God from this angle, his body a work of pure art. You knew Jungkook worked out, but you didn't know he was built like this.

You relent, only so you can scoot up on his thighs and grind your swollen cunt against his shaft.

His eyes widen in surprise, and his reaction is visceral. Jungkook pulls you on to him and catches your lips in a passionate embrace, speaking moans into your mouth as he brings your hips up so he can spear you with his perfect cock.

He penetrates you, tensing his thighs beneath you as he stretches you out so satisfyingly. You let out the most drawn out whimper, your fingers weaving through his black strands.

He pants hard, swirling himself inside of you and adjusting to your shared comfort.

You roll your eyes back, bouncing on him a little in anticipation. "Jungkook please, fuck me…rough, hard…make me cum hard…" you request.

"What my princess asks for, she gets," he replies, positioning you so that he can get the most out of every long, hard thrust. "I can barely stand to be inside you," he whimpers.

Jungkook's body shakes at the feeling of your tight cunt. You clench around him and he sees stars. There's no way he could possibly last fucking your cunt for too long, so he starts thrusting sloppily, resting his thumbs above your ass.

In a quick desperation, he reangles himself and pounds into you, pressing deeply into your cervix as his fingers tease and play with your fat clit.

A dumbified smile spreads on your face as you lower your hips onto him, clenching around his cock with each pound. You feel your body melt around him, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm snap.

You spasm as you take every drop of his cum, feeling him grip your ass with conviction, holding you still so that he can properly fill you. "That's so good, so fucking good, take it all, baby…" he groans under his breath, huffing.

He puts his arms around your torso and pulls you upwards so that your back is against his chest and kisses you sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and ask: "are you an angel or the devil?"

"...I can be both."

a/n: here you go!!

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lemonlover1110 · 6 months

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I get why satoru is upset but like... he made the conscious choice not to fully communicate his reasons for breaking up with y/n, he changed phone numbers, cut off any kind of communication, and instantly moved on to another woman, which from every standpoint (besides maybe himself and his mother) it gives the impression that he can't get away from her fast enough and that he wants absolutely nothing to do with her (even if it maybe wasn't true, that's how it appeared to y/n) so why would y/n try and further reach out to him if she's fully under the impression that he doesn't want her, and if he doesn't even want her, why would he want a whole ass baby that would anchor him down to her forever, someone that he was so adamant on proving that he wanted to stay away from.

Its easy for him to be angry now because he wasn't the one in y/n's shoes, but can he truthfully say that he wouldn't feel the same or make similar choices if the roles were reversed? from the very start of them even knowing each other, he's always had more power, status, and money than y/n, something that he never failed to remind her, even if it was unintentional sometimes.

its also easy to say "well Ren is a child so this is different, I would still tell him." but doing so would completely ignore all the details and context in the whole situation, not to mention ignoring the fact that both of them were like early twenties and nowhere near being fully emotionally mature!!

yeah I agree with y/n that it sucks that it had to turn out this way and that she did make some mistakes as well along the way but he hardlyyyyy has room to argue about making good, smart choices or taking the moral high ground, he was a huge dick about the breakup whether he or anyone else wants to admit it or not and went about it in an incredibly callous and cruel way, he made the one person he was supposed to love and respect above everyone feel like she was leftover trash, he's been actively cheating on his wife and not caring if he gets caught, and running around the office throwing tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants lol

sorry but im a y/n shooter through and through!!!!!!

I feel like people that hate/strongly dislike Y/N (maybe not on here but other people have on other platforms) don't put themselves in her shoes or just forget the fact that Satoru cut off all contact with her. You're right, he's a major dick. He does get to be upset but not at Y/N since she couldn't really reach out. Plus she's said it over and over again that she doesn't want her son taken from her when she can finally fully provide and give him the life that he deserves, and by telling Satoru she's risking getting her son taken away from her.

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could i request the brothers with an mc who has trouble sleeping at night thanks to anxiety that causes them the fear of someone being in the room like under the bed or in the closet? mc has stated that they like to go to sleep early so they can fall asleep before the brothers do because they bring them comfort and make them feel safe enough to sleep without worry. they also want one of the brothers to sleep with them but just dont know how to ask because it might seem like a childish fear to demons especially.

unsure if i worded this correctly or made any spelling mistakes, im currently sleep deprived but wanted to request because i love your work! sorry!

Hi, anon! I'm one to talk but please make sure you get enough sleep. Also I'm super glad to hear you like my work! I hope you like this one as well!

the brothers with a mc who has trouble sleeping

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: sleeping issues, implied irrational fears

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Lucifer

he's very observant, he noticed you might have trouble sleeping pretty fast, like you didn't seem well-rested in the morning

lucifer asks you about it, he's not going to judge you if you tell him the truth, but he also respects your choice to keep it to yourself

regardless of what you say, lucifer is going to stay with you a couple of nights to see if that makes you feel better,

if yes, he's now your personal sleeping buddy, lucifer even stops working earlier so he can be with you when you fall asleep

Mammon

you often fell asleep before mammon around him, for example, you could be watching silly videos on deviltube in his room and you'd fall asleep on the couch

mammon liked this (but would never admit it), until he saw that your quality of sleep is sometimes worse when you're alone

he's going to help his human, he makes up some crazy excuse every night just so he can stay with you

'mc, my car leaked oil on the floor and it's real bad, that's why I gotta stay in your room for a week'

Leviathan

levi himself tends to stay up until late in the night because of games and anime, which leaves him pretty tired the next morning

he just assumed you have been doing the same in your room when you show up looking tired at breakfast

eventually you ask him to spend a couple of nights together, levi almost passes out but agrees

and what do you know? both of your sleeping cycles gradually improve

Satan

he connected the dots: you fall asleep relatively early, seem more at ease around him and get better sleep than when you're alone

satan got the feeling you were afraid of something, so he straight up asked you, if you tell him, he'll reassure you it's nothing to be embarrassed about

if you want, you're welcome to spend every night in his room, satan will clean the place up a bit and read you books to help you fall asleep

Asmodeus

asmo is probably the brother with the healthiest sleeping habits, he goes to sleep at a reasonable time and gets the proper amount of hours of sleep

you'd have to go to bed quite early if you want to fall asleep before him, though, this is when asmo realised something wasn't right

if you tell him, he won't think it's childish or anything, in fact, asmo is no stranger to irrational fears himself

he'd gladly sleep next to you, he'll even hold you if you want

Beelzebub

he knows what it's like to miss out on a proper night of sleep, and he'd notice the signs

beel wants to know if he can help you, he asks you if you're okay and if you need anything to help you sleep

when you confess to him it would really help if he stayed close to you, beel will be in your room every night

if you tell beel what's bothering you, he's prepared to check the bed and closet if that helps you calm down

Belphegor

belphie sleeps a lot, and often invites you to take a nap with him

he notices you seem way calmer and well-rested after a night of sleep or nap with him than when you're alone

belphie doesn't ask you about it, he just assumes there's something you're scared of and doesn't bring it up

but he will now be by your side every night, using his powers to give you nice dreams

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #belphegor obey me #beelzebub obey me #tw insomnia

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MEPHISTOPHELES

introductory note: this post has been in my drafts for quite some time, slowly and objectively getting spoon-fed with important things I learn about Mephistopheles; and now that the newest lesson is out, I'm happy I decided to wait to put it up. It's going to be lengthy, but it's categorised with titles, so navigation should be fairly easy.

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To begin with, it's upsetting enough when someone is misunderstood and treated in an unjust manner as a result; but when there aren't even any attempts made to understand them, that's truly not tolerable. At all. Even if that someone is only a compound of pixels.

Besides the prejudice, such behaviour says something about its people and portrays how they may deal with individuals (similar to the characters they're hating on) in real life. This is something that's horribly common in fandoms, but it's in no way whatsoever acceptable or right.

It's also so strange how some characters are excused, accepted, tolerated and swooned over when/if they do similar/worse/horrid things, while others are blatantly blamed. So I ask: why the hypocrisy?

This is something forgotten by many: loving a character is a package that includes accepting their mistakes and shortcomings, but loving them neither means that they're perfect, nor makes a mistake they make acceptable just because they're the ones who made it. A mistake is a mistake, and a shortcoming is a shortcoming.

Mephistopheles is one of my all-time favourite characters, and my favourite in the franchise as well. I love him so, so much. However, that's just one reason as to why it hurts to see how misunderstood and disliked he is; the sheer hatred directed at his character and shallow understanding of his person are so unfair and, quite frankly, very ill-based.

He may behave like an arrogant, rude and traditional aristocrat most of the time, but numerous reasons and factors stand behind his behaviour and viewpoints (even though they aren't always entirely right).

But: he's mostly painted in negative tones, as it's normally ignored or forgotten how, in reality, he's sweet, awkward, honest and kind; his actions tend to go against the mean things or claims he might say, and reflect who he is on the inside instead.

More importantly, he's lonely and deeply hurt—rightfully and understandably so—that is an undeniable fact which he himself admitted.

THE HERITAGE

Numerous times throughout the story, Mephistopheles says that—for generation upon generation—his family has been serving the royal one, whether it be as knights or otherwise, and he, no different, was raised to do just that. He was born to do just that.

However, an additional objective was added to his agenda: he was not only to serve the demon king or prince, but also become the latter's friend.

Mephistopheles was, quite literally, brought up to be Diavolo's friend; and as he apparently seems to keep to himself and doesn't talk about any other friends or even acquaintances (so far), I suspect that means Diavolo is—was—his sole friend.

As per the royals' wishes, the two children grew up together—one became the heir to the throne, while the other became that heir's right hand man.

Again, Mephistopheles is not merely a member of the demonic aristocracy; the family he comes from is explicitly dedicated to serving and protecting the royal family, and it has been for thousands of centuries. It's very important to keep this in mind, because that ancient heritage most likely founded many of his viewpoints, beliefs, and opinions (like his thoughts on humans and fallen angels).

With such heritage comes the burden of a great responsibility, as well as immense pride and honor. So, by becoming Diavolo's right hand man, Mephistopheles was able to fulfill his role—and hence his destiny—as well as respect his family's golden heritage and treasure his honor.

However, when Lucifer—a newcomer, and a fallen angel nonetheless—came into the picture, everything took a drastic turn for Mephistopheles. He lost his (possibly only) friend. He lost his position. And since he was the first member of his family to be released from the duty of directly serving the royal family, there was an unexpected stutter in his own family's continuous heritage (of tending to the royals). This, in turn, hurt not only his feelings, but also wounded his pride and injured his honor (as well as his family's).

As such, what Mephistopheles is feeling doesn't just stem from something as simple as jealousy. On the contrary, Mephistopheles feels as though his honor and pride have been marred, his self-esteem and worth have gotten cracked, his family has been disgraced, and that's all because he was robbed of his position—meaning his very purpose in life—due to the prince's friendship with a stranger, a fallen angel.

His destiny to benefit the prince (which had been decided for him even before his birth) was broken right before his eyes, yet he could do nothing but watch from afar, because he was raised to follow the royal family's every command, accept their every whim and go through with their every desire. These proprieties are a law that flows in his blood and was carved into his very bones.

All he could do was try to prove himself, his skills and his very worth to Diavolo again and again and again.

THE MINDSET

As aforementioned: seeing as Mephistopheles descends from a family whose entire bloodline has been dedicated to the royal one, his mindset was formed by that family's old traditions; and he believes in those traditions, which is why, in his mind, a fallen angel and a demon are not equals.

Prior to Diavolo's reign, no Demon King had made any attempt to form friendly relations and harmony between the three realms. This means that, up until that point, angels and demons (as well as humans) still held on to their own beliefs, believed that each of them is superior to the other, had no interest in communication or so much as considering the other party's views, and still gave their own interests importance over those of others/humans (more so in the case of demons).

This animosity portrays itself clearly in Lucifer's severe reactions to Diavolo and his views on demons from back when he was still a seraph. Even the way other angels talked about demons shows a certain coldness. And the same goes for demons; they all viewed Lucifer and his brothers as fallen angels—absolutely unwelcome outcasts—and the shopkeepers of those were not even willing to let them into their stores; rather, they made a point to force and kick them out, like they did to Mammon.

This tension between the realms encouraged Diavolo to found RAD and put together the exchange program (even though at that point, he himself still believed humans were inferior in a sense).

Some demons, however, still clutched their traditional views close and were unwilling to let them go. Mephistopheles is one of those demons; he berates Lucifer and his brothers for being fallen angels, and looks down on MC for being a 'lowly' human. There's much more to his opinions than some people think (and nobility played its part in forming them), but behaving as he did, of course, was not quite the right thing to do.

Now, families such as the one Mephistopheles comes from are founded on particular, timeless traditions—traditions that Diavolo revolted against, if you will, and began to change through the exchange program by focusing on angel, demon and human interaction. This was hard for even lower-level demons to adjust to, so it must have been much, much harder for someone like Mephistopheles.

And considering his family's status, Mephistopheles has always lived in an atmosphere of political views and is always aware of all the 'national' news and occurences in the Devildom. All this made him patriotic, and that's a reason why he believes that the Devildom is for demons and demons alone, and yet another reason that feeds his scorn for Lucifer and his disdain for the avatar's brothers.

THE FALLEN ANGELS

Lucifer being a fallen angel is not the sole reason as to why Mephistopheles hates him.

Mephistopheles does not hate the brothers simply for their backgrounds or even just for being close to Diavolo, because there's also how he also considers them a threat to his homeland.

He thinks of them as lethal weapons. He blames them for the fear and anxiety hanging over the Devildom. He worries that his homeland would be destroyed due to their presence.

What happened to the brothers was hard, and it wasn't their fault that they had nowhere else to go, but in a way, he's right, because by giving the seven demons a home in the Devildom, Diavolo put the entire land at a risk much too grand, and the lives of his subjects at the mercy of the Celestial Realm.

THE PRINCE

When Diavolo met Lucifer, the celebrated seraph piqued his interest in such away that Lucifer almost became an obsession of his (not in a romantic context, but rather in a more 'exotic and interesting' one). Which is to say, Lucifer was not only a different species, but the most beautiful of that species, and to Diavolo he was a just that—a rare jewel, a dazzling novelty; with him came new experiences, too (i.e. talking to an angel for the first time ever).

Lucifer was one of the two greatest angels of the Celestial Realm, and Diavolo had lead a sheltered life, but no one had not heard about the prideful angel, and the demon prince was no exception. So, when the two finally met and conversed, Diavolo's interest skyrocketed and he wished for them to be friends.

What truly made friendship with Lucifer a necessity to Diavolo, though, was Lucifer's bold attitude and daring mannerisms. Mephistopheles had always treated Diavolo as a prince—formal and careful—but Lucifer treated him more like a friend.

Mephistopheles asks for permission before giving Diavolo his opinions, while Lucifer is not afraid to speak his mind—and that's what Diavolo wants: a fearless friend, not a reluctant advisor. And even when Mephistopheles voices his honest thoughts, Diavolo doesn't like what he hears, because his childhood friend becomes too intense as he clings to his beliefs and opposes affiliation with other species.

In the end, when Lucifer fell from grace, he and Diavolo came to spend a lot of time together, so much so that they became best friends; and as that friendship grew, Mephistopheles suddenly found himself being pushed out of Diavolo's circle—away from his childhood friend's side and away from his life, slowly but surely. That hurt him a lot and set alight within him hatred towards Lucifer, which is understandable; Lucifer had never meant to inflict pain on Mephistopheles, but he had indeed hurt him by 'taking' his rank and his friend—that's a fact. And, honestly, he sometimes does tend to needle him, which is really mean, but demons will be demons. I can appreciate the realism, at least.

Diavolo's mistake lies not in wanting to be friends with Lucifer, but in how he treated Mephistopheles as he formed that friendship. He began to spend little time with him and more time with Lucifer. He started to leave him out. He talked to him less and less. Eventually, it got to a point in which they only met up once in a blue moon (mentioned by Lucifer himself), and Mephistopheles either wouldn't even know about the latest occurences, or was the last to learn about them (even worse: sometimes he got to know thanks to humans, the outsiders).

The following statement(s) may be offensive to some, even though they've been shown or at least implied in both games so far; but if everything Mephistopheles was put through wasn't enough, Diavolo doesn't really seem to care much for Mephistopheles's constant efforts to display his skillset, or even respect his feelings whatsoever (i.e. inviting Lucifer and MC to join him and Mephistopheles for a dinner they were supposed to have together, even though he knows how Mephistopheles feels about Lucifer).

When one's childhood friend—who's most likely their only friend, too—treats them so heartlessly, pushes them away for the sake of someone new, and doesn't take their feelings into consideration, how are they not supposed to get severely hurt and upset?

THE EFFECTS

By orchestrating Mephistopheles's replacement, Diavolo delivered a huge blow not only to the latter's honor and pride, but also to his self-confidence.

Even if he usually boasts his bloodline and makes fun of Lucifer, deeming him unworthy, even if many think that he's pompous and suffers of no such thing as a mottled ego, the truth is, he probably does.

Why else would he ask Diavolo if he thinks Lucifer is better than he is? Why else is he always trying to prove himself to Diavolo and pounces at any chance he gets to do so? Why would he be happy once he got leeway to demonstrate his skills to the prince? Why would he force himself to work in journalism when he had no interest in the field if it were not to showcase his worth? It's not just about catering to the prince's wishes.

Of course, there is also the hint of a challenge towards Lucifer—the usual 'I'm better than you and I will prove it'—but that doesn't really compare to his other feelings.

He's lonely, and he really needs someone to talk to—someone who can listen to him and understand him without being insensitive or making a joke out of his thoughts, reactions and feelings. That shows in how, even when he had earlier avoided so much as greeting Solomon on the street, he immediately started pouring his heart out to him when the latter prodded him with an understanding statement.

He may constantly voice his objections and disapproval of Lucifer, but he could not truly object in the tangible sense. All he could do was try once and again to prove himself to Diavolo, in the hopes that the prince would see his talents and skills, perhaps choose him over Lucifer, and give him not his position as right hand man back, but rather his place as the trusted friend he can once again rely on.

THE NICE THINGS

Mephistopheles is genuine, sensitive and emotional. He doesn't beat around the bush. He just expresses how and what he's feeling—whether emotions born in the heat of the moment or lurking inside for quite some time—and if he doesn't talk about it, it shows in his silence and on his face. He's like Mammon that way; they both don't know how to lie or hide their true thoughts and feelings (even if they horribly want to). If they're upset, it shows. If they're happy, it shows. If they're hiding something, it shows.

He's innocent and soft-hearted. It's so easy for him to back down and waver if he's met with proper treatment (i.e. compensating him with a bottle of rare Demonus was enough to get his help), a certain reaction (i.e. MC giving him an upset look, so he found himself barely able to refuse dinner with Lucifer himself), or a cute situation (i.e. he was displeased when Raphael made him carry Luke, but all it took for him to melt was one look at Luke's sleeping face).

Despite his prestigious background (and the likely gatherings and meetings that come with it), he seems to be awkward. He would rather not greet someone he's merely acquainted with but doesn't know well even if they glimpsed one another on the street.

There's also how he loves his little brother so much. He always babies him and gets him presents, like sweets and clothes.

And what about how much he cares for Luke? What about how he was the only one who risked his life to save him? Even Luke, who always nitpicks the faults of demons, came to love and respect him for what he did. Doesn't that say something? In addition, he helps Luke whenever he can and gives him lots of encouragement, like when he complimented the quality of his desserts and told him that it always amazed him.

Also, he understands how MC feels about wanting to go back home and confronts Lucifer about it, coming to MC's defense as he did. While he may have warmed up to MC a little, the real reason for his actions lies in how he is willing to put his personal feelings aside to do the right thing and be fair and righteous.

He does things for others and helps them—saving them from possible injuries in the process—yet genuinely believes that it's something he doesn't need to be thanked for doing because he thinks 'anyone else would have done the same thing,' which is not true at all.

He doesn't let his personal feelings interfere with and stop him from doing the right thing (i.e. he first used to refer to MC as 'the lowly human exchange student' (original game), but when MC was about to tumble and fall, he came to the rescue and said it was not something he should be thanked for; and in the current game—and despite how he feels about humans and other races—he says that MC can go back to the Devildom whenever, so there's no need to worry about leaving. He doesn't adopt a 'I don't want non-demons to be here, so you should go home and never come back' attitude. Also, he played a huge part in encouraging the brothers to rescue Lucifer when he saw that they were plagued by fear and doubts).

He has no issue giving those he doesn't like credit (i.e. when he told the brothers that he had underestimated them).

Despite his viewpoints, Mephistopheles is not malicious. He never actively tries to inflict serious harm (i.e. unlike demons who treated the brothers cruelly and kicked them out of shops, he readily cooperates with his 'enemies' and the 'lowlives' when needed, like when he and MC solved one of the 666 Mysteries of RAD together).

His pet salamander constantly tries to burn the curtains, but he finds him so cute that he just can't stay angry with him.

He pours a whole pot of sugar into his teacup so he can sweeten his tea! Meaning, he has a sweet tooth, and that's so damn adorable.

He's a main maker/designer of the Prince Lucifer and Princess Diavolo stickers!

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, the first thing I want from NTT once they give Mephistopheles his own intimacy bar is to let MC be there for him; to listen to him, talk to him, encourage him to enjoy his own life, away from Diavolo's shadow and wishes; to let him be kinder to himself, give him the chance to mend his confidence, and a wake-up call to realise that neither Diavolo nor anyone else determines his worth; help him out of his fixation on the fallen angel and the prince and the desire to prove himself worthy; see that he understands he's not a genie forced to grant whatever his Lord wishes for, that he can speak his mind without concern; make him realise that he wasn't born to live life for Diavolo, that he's not a puppet crafted to serve the prince. He's so much more than that. He's alive and breathing, and he deserves so much more than the dreary, painful life he's walking the path of.

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ending note: NTT, please, please, please add him already. Pretty please.

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#obey me mephisto #obey me mephistopheles #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #shall we date? obey me!#om! shall we date #om! swd #obmswd #obmnb #obey me shall we date

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Being at Holmes' side is the undoubted source of Watson's joy, otherwise he would not have created an entire collection where Sherlock is the hero, which Watson wrote faithfully throughout his life, he is like his admirer number 1.

Watson treats Holmes with the greatest deference, there is no one better in the world for him, he himself admits that Holmes is the man he most respects and holds in the highest regard.

Watson was never really interested in learning Sherlock's deductive techniques, he admired Holmes' intelligence (obviously), but what held his curiosity was Holmes as an individual.

As a biographer he never sheds light on Sherlock's techniques, but on Sherlock himself, by whom Watson is undoubtedly fascinated (which is why Sherlock accuses Watson's writing of being sensationalist, as Watson does not speak of the facts itselves, he romanticizes Holmes as the hero of mystery-solving).

But it's not like Holmes doesn't like it, he doesn't like flattery from anyone (especially where there are ulterior motives). But Watson truly admires Holmes from the heart, it's an honest feeling (and Holmes doesn't get it from others that easily because everyone has an ego war with him at some point), but Watson never changes, Holmes says he's been the same ever since that they met.

That's why Holmes is so: "my dear doctor", "my dear Watson", "my dear boy", "my man" (...)

It's a lot of use of the possessive pronoun, and a lot of willingness to show affection with the constant use of "dear", and he doesn't do that with anyone else.

Holmes is so reclusive, polite and generally sentimentally aloof from everyone. Holmes abstains from friendships and extra-professional relationships, does not encourage visits that are not clients, and tipically does not seem to allow anyway someone to enter in his daily life and leisure, with Watson exception.

Holmes trusts and believes in Watson enough to have him by his side on cases, and there is no one else who fills that spot but Watson. Holmes also says he doesn't like how Watson narrates his cases, but he never stopped him from writing and even encouraged him at times. Besides, he doesn't share facts of his private life with anyone, but share only with Watson.

Despite appearing at times, Holmes is not only a cold and reclusive thinking machine, he does display emotions towards clients, other detectives, police officers, and those close to him and his home and work. But nothing like what he kept with Watson throughout his life.

Holmes likes to have him by his side, even to concerts, hikes or turkish baths. Watson entered his life beyond the professional aspect, he is not someone Holmes merely shares rooms with, nor is he a mere sidekick.

Holmes is still quite emotionally closed and does not share elements of his private life easily, even for Watson he takes time to feel comfortable sharing something and when he does it is always in moderation. But somehow Watson becomes unique, he is not a confidant, but Holmes knows that he is someone he can talk to if he ever wants to. He knows Watson will never turn him down or turn his face away.

Watson has managed to put down some roots inside Holmes heart when no one else seems to have succeeded.

Probably the only reason they don't call each other by their first names is because it would be stepping beyond the bounds of Victorian era decorum, it would be scandalous.

But they have dialogue, trust, respect and empathy for each other, for all life. Together they make each other feel like they can handle any situation, good or bad. They value and bring out the best in each other. There are for each other when asked, when they need. They praise and support each other's achievements. They keep each other's secrets and help each other. They forgive each other's mistakes and overlook flaws inherent in each other's personalities.

They support each other's lifestyles even when they have differing views on life. Well, Watson never supported Holmes' drug use, just as Holmes always thought Watson's marriages were an act of selfishness of Watson in leaving him alone in many cases. But they never gave up each other because of these disagreements, right? They find a way around it and be there for each other. They could go years without seeing each other, and when they finally saw each other it was as if nothing had changed, that's why they were each other's fixed point, no matter what happened or what they had to endure.

They would do anything for each other. They would abandon anything in the world for being in each other side. Because those who love take care!

The point, is an great relationship. Is an great definition of relationSHIP.

#sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #johnlock #holmes/watson #dr john watson #arthur conan doyle #acd canon #relationship #they love each other #friendship #but lovingly #best duo ever

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Catching Flies (Revised) Ch. 16

Chapter 16: Reality is Subjective

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

Chapter One |Master post |Ao3

**Several minutes earlier**

"Are we going to talk about the fact you called my dad and Mx. Nemo 'my tallest?'" Dib asked, an impish grin on his face as he followed Zim, who had long let go of his hand.

"No!" Zim hissed. "As far as I'm concerned, it never happened!"

"But you did."

"I did not!"

"I was right there, Zim. You totally called them your Tallest."

"The mighty Zim makes no mistakes!" Zim suddenly stopped and spun to face Dib, his eyes narrowed at Dib's delighted expression. "Foolish Dib-stink! You think I, the mighty Zim, would lower himself to call those two meat-bags my Tallest? That I would find them intelligent and honorable enough to think of them that highly?!"

Dib didn't even waiver for a second. "You must, because that is definitely what you called them."

Zim snarled, and Dib quickly realized he might have pushed the alien a little too far. Before he could act, Zim pounced at him, tackling the boy to the ground.

"Zim! No! Get off!"

"Not until you admit defeat, Dib-stink!"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing!" Dib defended, both verbally and physically as they wrestled each other, completely ignorant of the looks they were drawing. "My dad is the smartest human on Earth right now! And Mx Nemo's the first adult to treat us like actual people!"

"Your paternal unit doesn't even acknowledge that alien life exists, and Mx Nemo can hardly understand your primitive computer system!"

"I'm not saying they're perfect! I'm just saying I can understand why you see them as higher authorities! They treat you a lot better than your old Tallest did!"

Zim went still, sliding off of Dib and sitting despondently on the ground. Dib took the opportunity to sit up, brushing the dust off his black coat as he warily watched Zim for a few moments.

"I-I don't really mean to make fun of it," Dib admitted after a moment. "I mean, I have nothing but respect for both of them, obviously. And I guess I'm kind of…happy? Excited? That you feel the same. Because it means we aren't enemies anymore. We're friends now, right?"

"Irkens don't have friends," Zim responded, more out of reflex than anything. The despondency in expression faded, replaced with something akin to embarrassment. "But…we are partners. Allies."

Dib figured it was as close as he was going to get, and a lot more than he ever believed possible. Hell, if someone told him he was going to be friends with Zim just a few months ago, he would have called them crazy.

"Ah ha, you two must be the students from inter-city middle skool!"

Zim and Dib looked up at a…person. Both Zim and Dib narrowed their eyes at the man that looked like something far too large stuffed inside a suit made to look vaguely humanesque.

"I think that's actually worse than your human suit on peace day."

"Hey, cut me some slack! I had less than twelve of your earth hours to plan that!"

***

No. No no no. You couldn't be stuck.

"Mx Nemo?" You could hear the professor, but couldn't respond. Not as the anxiety and panic gripped at you. You weren't usually claustrophobic but the bright blinding whiteness and cramped space as you tucked in closely to Professor Membrane's large frame, and your fears jumped at the chance to consume you.

"Mx Nemo." Large, firm hands gripped your shoulders, grounding you somewhat. You stared up at him, able to see his eyes clearly through his goggles, dark eyebrows knitted in concern. "I am sincerely sorry, I realize now that was a very bad joke."

Joke. It was a joke. You slumped against him in relief, not thinking as you punched him half heartedly in the chest--his shoulder too far for your to reach. "You had me for a moment there," you admitted.

His hands still gripped your shoulder, though not quite as tightly. "Humor is not exactly one of my stronger skills," he explained rathwr weakly, which was odd coming from him.

"I'm going to get you a book of dad jokes," you joked weakly in return, still leaning against him as your heart slowly returning to normal. "Or-or science jokes. Something."

"I really am sorry."

You shook your head, looking up at him. "It's okay. But let's focus on finding the boys."

He tightened his grip for a moment before letting go. He turned, focusing on the blank wall, confusing you as he held his hand against the wall, but looking intently at his phone's display. But instead of asking, you kept silent and watched as he moved his hand along the seamless wall slowly.

Did he have some kind of tech in his glove? Considering who he was, your guess was that it was far more advanced than the shoulder-length rubber glove it looked like. It probably was able to scan all sorts of things.

"There's too much interference," Professor Membrane growled to himself, stuffing his phone away. You despaired for a moment, maybe he hadn't been joking after all, when he pulled the glove off his arm.

Oh. Oh.

Your silence becamed stunned at his prosthetic arm. The intricate finger joints moved silently and fluidly as he searched the panel. There was a small blip of green light against the white, and the panels slid apart the reveal an electrical panel.

"Well aren't you a beauty. Look at this work, Mx Nemo. Someone put a lot of time and care into wiring this. But…" The Professor's tone shifted for awe into dubious. "These flux capacitors are overkill for a simple elevator. The energy transmitting through these rival that of Membrane Labs. Why would a convention center need this kind of energy?"

"What did our boys get into this time?" You swore softly. This was not what you had imagined when you realized the pair had wandered off. Unfortunately, it was right up their alley nevertheless.

You missed Professor Membrane's glance at your (unintentional) choice of words. "They'll be fine," he tried to assure. "Between their intelligence and tenacity, I estimate that the chances of them being grievously harmed is less than twenty-five percent."

Those were good odds, right? You tried to convince yourself it was, but that fear and worry continued to gnaw at your stomach.

Thankfully, before you could worry to much, the doors opened, revealing another long hallway, the same bright white walls lining the hallway. Professor Membrane led the way, his phone still blinking with Dib's location.

The place was a maze, with the hallways twisting and turning, each one looking the same. You would have been lost a thousand times over.

After a few twists and turns, you could hear someone speaking in a forign language, only for Zim's unmistakable laughter to abruptly interrupt.

"You idiots! You dare try to intimidate the mighty Zim?! Ha! I'm Irken's greatest invader! Bow and tremble in fear! Tremble!"

There was more chattering as you and Professor Membrane tried to hurry. He was quickly outpacing you with those long legs of his, virtually forcing you into a run.

Whatever you expected, it wasn't Professor Membrane suddenly stopping and subsequently crashing into his back. "Well, that is...quite unexpected."

You peeked around him and paled at the aight.

Were those...koalas? Six feet tall, fuzzy grey and white with large eyes that stared directly back at you. You numbly noted the futuristic armour protecting their chest and limbs as they briefly raised on their back legs and bared their teeth in a snarl.

Koalas...did not have sharp spiky teeth. Nor were they as tall as you were. Or decked out with weapons.

"Dad! Mx. Nemo!" Dib's voice cut through your astonishment. Relief swept briefly through you as you affrimed that both boys seemed unharmed.

Then the not-koalas roared something that sounded like a foreign language towards Dib and Zim. The not-Koalas pointed weapons at both the children as well as you and Professor Membrane.

"You dare call the might Zim a liar?!" Zim spat back while Dib paled slightly. Mechanical spider-like appendages unfolded from Zim's backpack, two supporting the boy into the air while the points of the other two sizzled with red electricity. "You dare threaten the mighty Zim's Tallest?!"

"Boys!" You shouted, moving towards them only to have the Professor shove you behind him, his gloves virtually disintegrating, revealing both arms were robotic prosthetics, and vibrating with white energy.

"Children, get behind me." Membrane commanded firmly.

Zim hissed, "Invaders do not hide! We destroy those before us!"

"You're not an invader anymore!" Dib argued. "You're one of us now!" Zim's response was just a sibilant hiss.

"I am so confused," you admitted from behind Membrane, peering behind him. Space Koalas. Robotic arms and spider limbs.

"I think we must be having a relapsing hallucination from memebraclets." Membrane admitted, though he sounded really doubtful.

"Yeah, I still doubt that was the real story," you said distractedly. "I never had one or was around it, and I still remember everything too clearly."

"Well, with the only other explanation would be that were actually intelligent life, and we went through multiple wormholes and possibly even a blackhole. Which is scientifically impossible."

"Aliens are real, dad!" Dib interjected loudly, gesturing to the non-koalas. "This is real! Not a crazy dream! They are here to abduct the smartest, most imaginative children to use as computers!"

"Their disgusting habits are known through the galaxy," Zim spat. "They deserve to be obliterated from exsistance."

"We were trying to convince them to leave peacefully." Dib stressed.

You were so confused. You had started looking for them expecting they had wandered off exploring or getting into trouble.

But. Aliens. So absolutely alien. The implications that this summer was real. The red sky with planets hanging heavy in the sky. The alien ships. The endless void of a black hole.

Feeling like you were being ripped apart atom by atom and compressed into an infinitely small point at the same time.

"It was real?" You whispered.

"No. No, it couldn't be real," Professor Membrane stated firmly, shaking his head. "This can't be real. It's scientifically impossible. We would have seen signs, discovered radio signals, something." There was a desperate denial in his tone as Membrane clenched his fists.

The alien-koalas made a noise that sounded like a laugh, interspersed with guttural clicks and growls. Zim snickered while Dib protested. "What?! Are you serious? All of that was a joke? You've been purposely avoiding humans?!"

"Well, to the intelligent beings of this quadrant, you aren't exactly that sharp. Playing with lesser beings is quite amusing," Zim chimed with a snicker, only adding to the confusion.

Dib had accused him at first of being an alien… but surelt not. Surely not. "No. No way." You hadn't befriended and taught an alien for that several months.

Yet it was making so much sense. The advanced knowledge, being abandoned. The technology. Dib was the son of the world's most intelligent man, but Zim…

Or was this actually a dream and that's why it was making sense? It felt so real, but didn't all dreams? You were so confused and torn, and you had the feeling Membrane next to you was just as lost judging by his stiff posture and heavy silence.

Just...just focus on what was important, and leave all those questions for later. Whether it was a dream or not, you had to focus on the here and now and worry about the implications afterwards.

"Leave them alone," you commanded with more bravery than you felt as you stepped forward, away from the protective form of Professor Membrane. You heard him whisper your name, quiet enough you were sure that it was an unintentional slip. You squared your shoulders and glared with as much authority as you could muster. "You leave those boys alone and leave this planet."

The alien-koalas growled, clicking their teeth.

"You dare threaten my Tallest!" Zim hissed, the energy at the end of his mech-spider legs flaring and threatening to fire. "You dare threaten the mighty Mx. Nemo?"

"Hallucination or not, I cannot allow harm to come to my son, his friend, or Mx. Nemo."

There was something encouraging about being flanked by a tall, broad-shouldered scientist with two mechanical arms whirring as they powered up, and a possible alien with lasers. Dib seemed to feel the same as he stepped between you and his father, looking rather stern faced as well.

Except, instead of being threatened, the alien-koalas just chittered, a mocking kind of chittering that set your nerves on edge.

The place erupted into laser fire. There was no time to think, only react. You grabbed Dib and pulled him behind the sturdy frame of his father, protecting him as best as you could. Sparks and fires erupted as energy blasts landed all around the control room.

"Get out of here!" Professor Membrane shouted. The way you came was clear, so you dragged Dib with you towards the corridor.

"Zim! Come on!" You and Dib shouted once you reached to safety of the corridor.

"Invaders don't run away!" He snarled back, zapping the control panel which burst with a shower of sparks.

"You're not an Invader, you're my student!"

That made Zim pause, and it was all the Professor needed. He fired a shot rather reminiscent of an anime character before grabbing one of Zim's robotic legs and yanked the boy off balance and towards the corridor. He tumbled, the legs retreating into his pak, and before he recovered, you plucked him off the ground, holding him as if he was half his (assumed???) age as you ran down the hall, barely aware of where you were going. All you cared about was getting away from the cacophony of explosions and making sure Dib was keeping up beside you.

Shortly, however, he too was scooped up as Professor Membrane caught up with you. "This way!" He commanded, turning a corner. "Their systems are more volatile than anticipated."

"It's possible we may have activated the self-destruct," Zim said, holding on to you while looking behind. "Or that they did, realizing they had been defeated by the mighty Zim!"

"Not sure we won this one," Dib chimed. You were inclined to agree with him, but it was taking all you have to keep with the Professor's pace while carrying Zim. Your legs and lungs burned, but you kept pushing yourself harder.

Thankfully, there was another corner and the elevator appeared. Or at least an elevator. You all but collapsed against the wall while Membrane jammed the call button.

Except the doors opened to reveal a void instead of the blinding white elevator from before. "Where's the elevator?"

"Not above us," was Professor's answer as he peered into the darkness. "And neither can I detect it below us. I'm not sure if I possess enough power to carry all of us out…"

"Get the boys out," was your automatic response. Especially as you could both hear and feel explosions and fire creeping closer. You tried not to think of what was going to happen to you, and focused on the students safety. The innocent people above. "Just--get them out. Evacuate the building."

Professor Membrane looked back at you, managing to convey his concern. "I find myself wanting to reject that idea despite the fact it's logical."

"We are not leaving you," Dib agreed with his father.

"You humans are disgustingly stupid sometimes," Zim growled as he extended his spiderlegs once more and grabbed Dib. "I trust you can at least carry Mx. Nemo?"

"I-I'm not sure about this," Dib panicked, but Zim neither gave him nor Professor Membrane time to say anything before jumping into the void, the spindly robotic legs quivering as they caught both his and Dib's weight before skittering upwards like a true spider.

"This hallucination is stranger than the last."

"God, I hope this is a crazy dream," you agreed before another explosion drew closer. This felt so real that you didn't have the courage to test out that theory.

Yet, at the same time, you weren't sure what Professor Membrane's plan was, and you were too nervous to ask.

"Right dream or not," Professor turned towards you, arms open. "Shall we?"

"Er…" was your very eloquent response as you stepped closer.

"I haven't carried anyone besides my children, so I do apologize in advance," was his response before suddenly lifting you up, one hand bracing your back and the other beneath your knees as he held you close.

Your squeak turned into a scream as he stepped into the elevator shaft, dropping sharply. There was a click and suddenly you were shooting upwards. All you could do was clutch to Professor Membrane's neck and bury your head into his shoulder, barely aware of him gripping you a little tighter in response.

After what felt like forever, the ascent slowed. You looked up and saw the faint light shining from the elevator doors that had been forcibly pried open. Emergency lights strobed, the sirens overwhelmed as by yelling and screaming in the Expo building as people hurried for the exits.

Professor Membrane set you down, though his hand quickly grasped yours as you both made your way towards where the boys were. They were hard to miss, considering Zim’s mad cackle and the Rover drove circles around them, fire erupting from one of his robotic arms.

“Really?” you panted as you reached the pair, gasping for breath. Rover stopped, the fire cutting off quickly. You weren’t even sure who your exclamation was pointed at, but Dib only gave a half hearted shrug as patted the Rover on its head.

“We didn’t know how else to evacuate everyone. They were all standing around even after we pulled the fire alarm.”

“Now they run in fear of the mighty Zim! And Dib!” Zim was quick to tack on as soon as the other boy glanced at him.

“I think this conversation would best be continued outside,” Professor Membrane interrupted before Dib could respond. The phone that had tracked Dib was now emitting a shrill alarm of its own. “This structure is highly likely to collapse from the impending seismic activity.”

The ground rumbled beneath your feet, faint at first but quickly growing until you were having to hold on to Professor Membrange to keep from falling over.

“Run!”

Dust and debris rained down as you tried to navigate your way out of the expo center, through the maze of long abandoned science projects. IF it wasn;t for the fact Professor hadn’t let go of your hand as he more or less dragged you behind him, you were sure you would have gotten lost. Though, you could faintly make out the light flashing off Zim’s robotic spider legs as he raced over the displays, and the Rover, carrying Dib, weaving through the tables like it was nothing.

The doors opened to a sunny afternoon, yet the chaos had spread outside. People were scattering everywhere, panicked screams and crying filling the air. The tremors were becoming noticible further and further away from the building, to the points cracks were forming in the pavement under your feet.

A large one in particular formed that Professor Membrane just easily strided over with his long legs, but instinct quickly stopped you in your tracks as it screamed you wouldn't make it. Your hand slipped from his and you slid to a stop, harshly landing on you butt.

The crack just kept growing larger and larger, steam, or maybe it was smoke, escaping with a hiss.

"Mx. Nemo!" All three boys called out, having quickly noted your absence. They were moments away from taking the leap themselves. That was all the encouragement you needed. You backed up a few steps before rushing forward and jumping over the gap.

And, as you feared, you didn't make it. You felt yourself fall before you could reach the other edge, just shy of brushing the jagged rock. Below you could feel heat rise from whatever was exploding below to cause the mock-earthquake.

Several somethings grabbed you from mid air, yanking you up and slamming you against the concrete on the other side before you could scream.

You blinked as Zim's spider legs retreated and the three looked down at you. "Ow."

#invader zim #professor membrane #enter the florpus #dib membrane #catching flies #invaderzim #catching flies fic #invader zim zadf #professor membrane x reader #invader zim fic

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zoneofsmites · 4 months

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6, 9, 12, 18 and 19 of the love test questions for Sylas?

(questions from here!)

Thank you for the ask Cross <3

6. When are they most comfortable?

Gortash: why don't you take off all that armor and slip into something a bit more.... comfortable ;) Sylas: I am most comfortable when I am impervious to most physical forms of attack

Sylas doesn't get to feel emotionally safe most of the time - constantly high strung and afraid - so he does what he can to physically feel protected and safe. Weapon at his side. Covered flanks (like in a corner or against a wall). Armor. (in that order of importance)

Post-tadpole he gets to emotionally relax - but he holds the habits of needing to have a knife on him at all times, and whenever he enters a space his eyes search for the most comfortable place for him to stand.

9. Who do they hate most?

Bhaal. Who said that?

Post-tadpole he hates whoever of whatever did this to him. At first that is the mindflayers, then it transfers over to Ketheric, and eventually all that accumulated hatred is directed full force at Orin.

When she is dead he just goes directly back to hating Bhaal - except this time he can admit it to himself without the memories of century old baggage.

12. What is their fondest memory?

His fondest new memory is dancing with Wyll - he wasn't good at it and needed to be guided trough the steps, luckily he's dexterous enough to pull it off. It was such a domestic moment that felt just a tinge familiar.

Speaking of a tinge familiar - one of his fondest memories pre-tadpole is Enver teaching him how to dance as well. It was to help him blend in with higher society when running security for his business partner (read: be his guard-dog).

18. How does someone earn their respect?

Sylas prefers people who are clever in some way. Not clever as in intelligent - clever as in capable of making connections, plans, to turn a situation to their advantage (basically someone with decent wisdom score).

The second way to earn Sy's respect is proof/show of skill. Anyone who can hold their own in a fight, anyone who excels in a specific field that he admires - more so if he is not adapt in that field himself.

19. Bonus: can their love interest(s) answer these questions? Why or why not?

Wyll is observant he would get all of these correct (post-tadpole at least) - probably a lot more poetically and with anecdotes and notes. The only thing he might stumble on is who Sy hates the most.

Gortash might not know the details of his new memories, but anything pre-tadpole he would get correct. He would be able to identify Sylas' hatred for Bhaal despite refusing to admit it to himself - but he might not actually say as much because he is also aware that it would not go over well.

The only mistake he might make is Sy's fondest memory - depending on what stage they are in their partnership. Gortash might answer their successful hell heist, or a particular enjoyable kill - the actual answer might surprise him.

#bg3 #oc: sylas maeve #asks #ask game #sylas x wyll #sylas x enver #zone of truth

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B.F.F.

Chapter Five

STEP TWO: KNOW YOUR ENEMY

Morpheus was sure Y/N told him the name of her friend was Owen Stiller, a very odd name so he did remember it…yet he couldn't find his book. Everyone had a book at his Library, even Y/N had one, but he never looked at it because once again he didn't want to make the same mistakes from before. Not only him, but also Lucienne was looking for that book and if his loyal librarian didn't find it then…it wasn't there. But why? Every living thing had one so he either wasn't that or he was lying about who he was. Both options were bad, they put Y/N in danger.

It's not like this fake Owen lied because he cared about her, not like he was doing anyway. He thought maybe it was another plot from Desire, his siblings did enjoy getting into his affairs, but he remembered that Y/N was friends with this man way before he even entered her dream for the first time. Desire could do many things, but predictions of the future weren't one of them. Who could this Owen be?

Orpheus was never happier for reading The Art of War than now. If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. He would apply the wisdom of Sun Tzu to his battle against his father. Y/N told him about their little fight over his plan, but the outcome wasn't what he expected. Morpheus apologized for his behavior, he opened himself to her and that's something Orpheus would never dream of. But he was not a fool, that was probably part of his plan to keep her, when she was too deep to free herself he would show the monster he truly was.

"You know, I'm kind of curious… why would Daniel not have a phone? You always have to call this Hob dude." he asked her, fishing for information.

"Oh, he's bad with technology. I once joked that he has an old soul."

"Look, I don't want to sound like the bad guy, really, but I worry about you." her attention was now fully on him. "You talk a lot about your relationship, but never about…him. How is this Daniel? Does he have a family? Friends? What about his job?"

"Where is this interest suddenly coming from?"

"You guys are getting serious, as your best friend…no, as your family, it's my job to take care of you. I should've asked sooner, but there's no time like the present, right?"

"I guess…" Y/N sighed and Orpheus almost regretted asking it, but he knew it was necessary. "He doesn't talk about his family, I never pushed for it because it's not like I wanna talk about my blood relatives…But I know that Hob is his friend, the oldest friend he has, and I never really met him, but we talk over the phone sometimes." she scratched the back of her head nervously, something Orpheus was used to her doing. "An…he works at weird hours, manager of something I guess? Anyway, I already know what you're gonna ask next, but please be my guest…"

"And what about past relationships?" now Morpheus had to lie a lot about it, for he never had a good relationship in his endless life.

"Obviously I'm not his first girlfriend." obviously indeed. "He had other relationships that didn't work out, Daniel admitted he screwed them up and that he wishes to not do the same with us. He's willing to try and be better, not only for us but for himself. People can be and do better, I believe in that." half truths were enough to win her over, Y/N was too good for this world.

"Well, I'm gonna watch out for you. Always!"

Lucienne was this close to shouting at her boss, it wasn't that she didn't respect Dream, but the mess he was making at her library was unacceptable. All for a book that clearly wasn't there. She knew how much in love he was with this mortal, even not knowing the woman she was happy that her king was happy, but still afraid of how it would end.

"My lord, perhaps if you calm down we can think of something."

"I can not calm down knowing someone dangerous might be around Y/N. She does not know about any of it, but surely my enemies already know about her."

"As you said already, sir, they were friends way before you even met her. Perhaps…" she paused, not knowing if she should dare say it.

"Perhaps what, Lucienne?" his voice was clear on his demand.

"This Owen could be just a mortal with…not good intentions." it did make sense, maybe he wanted something with Y/N and Morpheus was on his way and that's why he was set on breaking them up. Clearly that man didn't know who he was messing with, because Morpheus wouldn't let nothing and no one separate him from the one he loved. The one he knew was meant for him. He could no longer wait, Dream worried something might happen if he waited too long. Now it was time to act and face his enemy.

Orpheus was alone with his thoughts, he needed to think about his next move carefully. He planted the doubt inside her head about her lack of knowledge about his life. If his father's jealousy didn't show with his plan, he had to try by her side now. It was hard because Y/N trusted people a lot, she thought that since she was honest with everyone they would also be this way. Unfortunately the world wasn't full of people like Y/N, they were more like Morpheus who lied to get what they wanted. The good side of this was that once someone broke her trust it was almost impossible to get it back, that was the main reason for her not to tell her about himself.

He heard the doorbell ringing. Once. Twice. Three times.

Y/N never forgets her keys and he wasn't expecting anyone.

The doorbell was a mere warning, for the Dream of the Endless would not wait. Using his sand it was like a wave of darkness was surrounding him, a consequence of his negative feelings. Soon they were face to face and neither of them expected it. The shock was for different reasons. Their voices echoed at the same time:

"Orpheus?"

"Father?"

a/n: aaaaaand that's it for now, friends

*Carus is dear or beloved in Latin (source: google)

tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolon @reallystressedhoneybee @waitingformysandman @mypsychoticlove @igotanidea @mrdarcyifhewere21stcentury

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #bff

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oh i am looking directly at those tags. i am rotating your martin in my brain like a rotisserie chicken. low empathy martin who’s had to struggle to figure out the behaviors it takes to appear compassionate was already very close to my heart, but yours comes with all these arbitrary rules in place, this set value of himself - is it that he values himself so little that he would have a hard time respecting people who actually fall for his song and dance? or what is it?

Something about an inherited hatred.

Martin has to be the one who takes care of people because he always has. He had to take care of his terminally ill mother who hated him. Had to give up everything he could have dreamt of to take care of her; dropped out of school in his final year, got a job too early, dead end into dead end, lied his way into a position where he worked library for the next five years.

A careful mix of victims of the lonely loving the loneliness and Martin's own misconceptions and personal form of seclusion. They [victims of the lonely] hate being with other people, and they can meld into society in a way where you almost don't notice how they hate it but you can't fully get rid of it. Its an awkward discomfort that they just cant erase. And the only way Martin learned to love was through taking care of people by force.

His mother never explained things to him and it infuriated him, broke his heart. Everything would be so simple if people just talked about it. Except.

Thats not true.

It just feels like it.

How could she admit that she didn't hate Martin for anything he did, but for his face. How could she look her husband in the face and tell him how much power he still had over her after the dust settled, and the burden was left in her already sick hands. How would that explanation ever help anything, and do anything except hurt him more.

So Martin's got it in his head that the way he can make himself lovable is through being useful. Doting, past the point of discomfort. That the problem in everything is that nobody will just talk about their issues. Nevermind that the issue could very well be just that they just don't like you. If he looks in the mirror he can see the ghost of why it would be his fault they don't like him. He can understand it. It's his face. He doesn't.... smile right.

Martin who feels like if he's earnest enough the hate will break and everyone will forgive him for an imagined sin and if everyone talks it out all of their problems will work... somehow. It's how it's supposed to work. That's the rule. Thats how things are supposed to work. It infuriates him to no end that they won't do the simple work it takes to fix things when it's just words away.

But at the end of the day Martin doesn't want a conversation, there are plenty of conversations had. Martin wants this imaginary conversation where everyone has a reasonable answer that he can smile and offer a cup of tea away. And life doesn't work like that. And if it did he wouldn't like it. Wouldn't know how to react if someone gave him open affection.

The person Martin falls for is Jon.

Not kind and funny Sasha, not flirty sort of skanky Tim, not any of the people he worked with for five years before. He fell for his boss, an unattainable position, who Hates him, who goes on record to shit talk him so one can only assume how much worse Jon is to him in person. We hear him talk to Martin to recordings and he's just as unpleasant then, and full of under the breath bitchings about mistakes and insults and hints of lies hes caught Martin in. Martin chose the unattainable position that hates him that doesn't have time to get to know him and doesn't have the patience to care about his struggle. Martin found his mother in those archives.

It's very telling to Martin's character that he's the lonely because he hates people for it. He hates people, and his facade to pretend he doesn't so nobody thinks he's weird is to be the nice chipper sort of motherly a bit naggy coworker. Hard working and earnest but just messes up.

Some nice little peeks in is that Martin opens this line of dialogue, intending to fix the s2 era of jontim hatred. He's on the record as trying several times beforehand but he's never succeeded. But it's not a conversation Martin's willing to have, because it's not what he wants to hear. He's heard it before, Jon's being sketchy again, jons "stalking them" jons "acusing them of murder" jons doing this He's doing that. So what that he is. God forbid men do anything. That's no reason to have him fired.

And Tim brings up in season two that this is supernatural and Martin dismisses that as far fetched. While in the distortion.

While in season one he has this exchange with Jon.

And right after he says this to Tim he follows into THIS handsome little lead.

Martin just looking for a reason to call Tim paranoid, and that he's being ridiculous. I don't have time to find it rn but somewhere in s5 Martin and Jon try to discuss jons monster side and he digs his heels in and refuses to listen to him changing at all. If he ignores it it isn't happening. All throughout s5 Martin is doing that when he refuses to listen to the stories, refuses to listen to jons explanation of things calling him cryptic and annoying for it when that's. The real literal explanation.

Granted its the end of the world and he feels like he's losing Jon.

But MARTIN'S the one who always always always demands an explanation, a dialogue, to explain what's happening why this is happening what Jon feels about this. And hes always the one who gets mad when it's not what he wants to hear.

Martin and Jon work because Jon can't love Martin, and when he can Martin is literally the only person left for him. Just like his mother. And he still doesn't trust him. Knows Jon will lie to him, and run away to leave him behind. And hes right.

Mmm I have work in a little bit. So I don't really have time to fix this into something that makes sense. But tldr Martin is lonely coded and the way he was raised made his evasionary tactic into a love language that has never once worked and he hides behind that.

#i dont think this will make sense bc im jumping thoughts but i haven't slept and i have work #good luck. my love.

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piwizzy · 8 months

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Berserk: Griffith as Pure Evil

"Only the Greatest of all can make Himself small enough to enter Hell. For the higher a thing is, the lower it can descend — man can sympathize with a horse but a horse cannot sympathize with a rat."

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce.

If someone asked me why Griffith was my favorite villain of all time, it'd be for myriad reasons. I think he's excellently written in so many ways; a textbook example of not realizing you're in a bad relationship until it's too late, a classic malignant narcissist, an extreme amongst extremes. He's one of the most believably evil characters I've seen in a long time.

(Look at him, in all of his punchable glory.)

A relatively common argument I've seen amongst Berserk fans is that Griffith and Femto are two separate individuals. I'll admit: I subscribed to this myself for a brief period, although in a more Kirkbridian way than most. My idea was that Femto and King Griffith of Falconia were two parts of a larger GRIFFITH oversoul, kind of like Akatosh, Alduin, and Auri-El making up AKA-TUSK. I don't subscribe to this anymore, but I think the idea is pretty cool.

Anyways: Griffith. Not Femto. Not after the Eclipse. Griffith. Golden Age-era Griffith.

He's already a horrible person. I said it, I'll continue to say it. By the first time we see him, Griffith is an awful human being. He's already a textbook example of a malignant narcissist and an abuser, constantly manipulating and demanding the respect of people around him, lacking empathy for nearly anybody, treating the people he's supposed to care about more like dogs than people, only truly befriending people he thinks are "worthy" of his respect (i.e. only Guts), and so on. By the time we see him in the Eclipse, Griffith has already shed away any of his few redeeming qualities.

I've seen an argument before that Griffith is "morally gray". I could not disagree more. Griffith is pure evil. He's a power-hungry control freak of a narcissist, blinded by his own ambition and self-righteousness to even consider the people around him. This didn't go unnoticed, either. Judeau noticed it:

And later, when Griffith attempted to strangle Guts (something not even Guts noticed):

And finally, he's unsure how to classify Griffith:

I quite like the description here of being unable to tell if Griffith is "a child or an adult".

We know very little about Griffith's past. All we know is that he was born in poverty but always had an ambition to become a king. I think that it's rather likely Griffith was raised as an orphan; he had nobody to look up to except for the king in his castle, who he wanted to be just like one day.

Griffith is tragic. He wants companionship, but it can never be given to him. He makes mistakes, but never learns from them and instead only blames other people. At the same time, though, he's evil. He's completely focused on power of any kind to the point of raping two women and sacrificing the entirety of the Band solely for his own personal benefit. He grooms and then pressures Charlotte into having sex with him (read: rapes her) because he was emotionally lashing out and because he wanted a chance to become King, not because he had any sort of emotional attachment to her. Likewise, he raped Casca solely to hold some sort of power over her and Guts and also solely to spite Guts. He's petty, he's always been petty, and he will continue to be petty.

I'm a firm believer that he goaded the King on knowing damn well what would happen, or at least having a pretty good idea. He doesn't react in the slightest when he learns that Guts killed a child during his assassination mission. He single-handedly retakes Doldrey, impregnable for over nearly 100 years, putting full faith in his own abilities. While this proved fortuitous, what if it didn't? This was a gamble Griffith was lucky enough to win. He's impulsive. He continues to be impulsive even after the Eclipse, even to his own detriment.

When Griffith is arrested and tortured, he doesn't blame himself. He can't blame himself. He's a narcissist. He never makes mistakes! This... this was Guts's fault! If Guts didn't leave, then...

Griffith repeated that mantra for an entire year while his body and mind were both crippled. He suffered the ultimate ego death: and unlike Guts, who persevered and became stronger for it, Griffith allowed his impulses and emotions to get the better of him.

This scene has a lot of people on a lot of sides. Personally, I think this is Griffith's last little semblance of humanity clashing with the rise of Femto in his mind. He wants to rape Casca here. He wants that power back. He wants control. It is so tantalizingly close, if only he could move his body... but then Casca shows compassion to him. She shows Griffith that he is still loved despite his injuries and his failures. After a moment, Griffith acquiesces. He stops his impulses from taking over his mind, for the first time in... who knows how long, honestly.

It nearly works, too. Guts almost stays, but Casca pushes him away. She tells Guts to take his own path. Guts agrees, and this enrages Griffith. Guts betrayed him. Casca betrayed him. Who else could he fall on? He couldn't even fall on himself.

His ego is dead. His dream is dead.

Griffith sees what life would be like if he doesn't take the Godhand's offer in the Eclipse. He would remain human; he'd be taken care of by Guts and Casca, who are raising a little Guts Jr. and living a happy life. He'd still be disabled and spiteful, but he'd be human. He'd be... normal.

Griffith doesn't want that. Griffith can't have that. He wants to be King. He needs to be King. He needs to be someone. He can't be no-one.

If he's normal, then he's nothing at all.

"Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven."

John Milton, Paradise Lost

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forgwater · 2 years

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How they ended up at the Heartslabyul Apartments

warning: I'm here to brainrot not to be completely historically accurate. None of this is planned so I'm writing this as it comes to me.

Victorian AU

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle's been planning his escape for months now.

He got admitted to medical school like his mother wanted, as well as expected and he's got all of the necessary learning materials he will need to become an attorney.

He'll do both. He will succeed in college like he's always done, so his mother won't suspect a thing. And study for the law exams on his own. Riddle's already talked with the headmaster and they'll let him take the exams without having to attend classes.

A small victory, considering he will still have to pay for his enrollment in law school. He'll just have to pay it in installments... at least his board and food expenses will be covered by his parents.

"You should rent at the Heartslabyul Apartments." is what they told him. And as much as he didn't want to listen to the figure, they has a point. Adequate rent, a respectable neighborhood and is far enough that his mother won't visit... quite perfect. There even is a stable where he can keep Vorpal.

And so, Riddle set out to embark on what is to become his new life.

Trey Clover

Business at the bakery has started to slow down lately, now that his family has opened a few more stores with more employees, Trey no longer has to do most of the work.

Maybe he should find a hobby and maybe he should start attending more social gatherings for people his own age.

Che'nya always gets on his case about it, so he might as well indulge his childhood friend... even though things seem to get awry when the purple-haired man is involved.

At least Trey gets a good laugh out of his friends antics, as long as he doesn't get dragged into trouble and has to suffer the consequences himself, that is.

It just so happens that at one of these events he met the person that sent him to the Heartslabyul Apartments. Why did he follow the advice of some stranger? Trey's not so sure himself, maybe he was feeling a little bit adventurous and moving out seemed like the perfect thing.

Cater Diamond

Be at the beck and call of your sisters, don't forget to study and to attend those gatherings for the upper class. Well... some parties won't do any harm, right? I mean you gotta have some fun too!

Cater's life is fast paced like no other and he doesn't plan to slow down any time soon. Especially not after he's got the newest photo camera model on the market.

This much easier to take on the go model has enabled Cater to leave the house for longer periods of time and with much more frequency.

He's attending all the trending gatherings and parties. He's learning all the gossip straight from the source; and not only has Cater rubbed shoulders with important figures, he's also in league with the reporters!

The person he met with to trade some new information even told him of this new place called the Heartslabyul Apartments that will give him a fast route to whenever he'll want to go.

Heh, living almost in the middle of the city doesn't sound bad at all.

Deuce Spade

Saving money isn't easy and Deuce knows this. He's been trying so hard just so he and his mother could move to a safer place.

Deuce is hardworking and he sticks with what he knows. Physical labor. It's hard work, but it's honest and it won't get in into trouble, like his past endeavors did.

So when one of his delivery jobs send him to a seemingly abandoned green house, he is visibly confused. Did he get the wrong address? But the receipt says this exact one. Oh, no. Did he make a mistake?

His worries are quickly dashed away as a figure opens the glass door. Dressed in all black, the stranger thanks him for the delivery and hands him the money he's owed.

The exchange is quick. And as Deuce departs from the old place he replays the figure's words in his mind "You should move to the Heartslabyul Apartments, you'll find more jobs there. They might even pay you more."

Better pay doesn't sound bad at all.

Ace Trappola

After being thrown out of his parent's house, Ace slept on some friend's couches for a bit and then rented any cheep room he could find, trying to stretch out the amount of money he took with him.

"Come back when you earn back the money you lost." his parents told him. How unfair, Ace thinks. How do they expect him to make up that much money?!

So, he decided to make some side money by doing some tricks at street corners. There was a lot of running away from both the police and unhappy patrons.

He got lucky when a stranger let in hide in an old abandoned greenhouse. He worried that they'd ask him to play them back, but the person just told him to check out the Heartslabyul Apartments.

And that's when it clicked. He remembered his brother telling him stories of the place.

Ace supposes the place would be perfect.

Che'nya (Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker)

Che'nya loves messing around. And he especially loves messing with his friends.

So when he heard the names of his childhood friends are on the resident's list of the Heartslabyul Apartments, he couldn't help but start visiting the place. With the help of someone from the shadows.

Even though he already has a place to stay at, that's not going to stop him from spending days and nights there.

So, the residents better get ready to be met with pranks and missing sweets.

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Yknow, I may be beating a dead horse here, but I really hate it when people think Helia was the one in the wrong in the Shaab Stone arc in the comics. And listen, I know what this sounds like - I'm not saying he did nothing wrong just because he's my special blorbo. I'm saying it because he genuinely wasn't in the wrong here.

I think a lot of people immediately assume Riven's right and Helia's wrong because Riven's heart was in the right place. He wasn't acting out to be a dick; everything he did was done with the intention of doing the right thing. Which, compared to the first season, is a huge leap for Riven, especially on missions. He used to goad Sky and the others a lot, and then there was the entire escapade with Darcy. So for Riven to be So Confident about doing the Right thing, it comes off as him genuinely being correct and Helia being completely wrong, especially when the mission goes south.

But like,,, the thing is,,, the mission literally only went south because of what Riven did. That's not to say that he was Morally Wrong because he wasn't. But he was stubborn and impulsive. He wasn't thinking about the consequences or how likely they actually would've succeeded against the bad guys, he was thinking about wanting to stop them and that's it. Helia was right about them being outnumbered and overpowered, and he was right about them needing backup (the thing that literally saved Riven and Timmy when they got caught). But Riven was so consumed with wanting to act Now that he didn't stop to think about how it actually would've played out.

And I think the most important thing in this discussion, is that Riven didn't hate Helia. He still disliked and didn't trust Sky and was using Helia as a scapegoat. Literally everything he says to and about Helia is just everything he's been thinking and saying about Sky. And that's not because Sky and Helia are the same, it's because they're in similar enough positions that Riven feels uneasy about it. Like of course he doesn't trust Helia at first! He's the grandson of the headmaster and that same headmaster made him the leader of a mission when he's never been the leader with them before. It's pretty natural that Riven wouldn't immediately be on board with that.

But again, Riven didn't hate Helia for any reason that Helia himself caused. It was all about hating nepotism and classism and thinking that Helia was going to be another Sky. And it really didn't help that besides Flora, Sky was the Only person actually defending Helia.

I think it's really important to take note of how Riven treats and thinks of Helia after they make up. Riven is able to put all of it behind him and starts to genuinely respect Helia's thoughts. That would not have happened if Helia was the one who made the mistake. And I think that's clear in how Riven thinks of Sky after they "make up". Sky never apologizes for his actions nor does he ever take the blame for anything that happened with Riven. And Riven knows this!! If Helia had made such a big mistake and then never apologized for it, Riven wouldn't be as chill with him as he is later on. This is also pretty evident in how Riven starts to really like Timmy and respect him as a specialist - Timmy never did anything to him.

Ik this is a pretty small thing but the Shaab Stone arc is such good material for Rivelia as friends and as individuals. It says a lot about both of them! Riven just wants to do the right thing but he can get really impulsive about doing it. Helia wants to do the right thing but hates conflict and refuses to communicate properly with his team. They're both able to understand why the other acted the way they did and start to actually like and respect each other afterward.

It's just... good intentions do not equal good actions. Riven himself is able to admit this and he gets a lot better about thinking of an actual plan and not just rushing head first into things later on in the series. Riven's growth as a specialist and teammate is super important as it directly ties into his growth as a person! Idk it just really bothers me when people look at Riven being a stubborn and impulsive specialist and think that's Good. Even in a fictional setting, a military soldier acting like that is not a Cool Thing. And in this fictional character analysis setting, it's a very literal example of Riven needing to grow as a person (ie needing to trust others, needing to slow down and think for a minute, needing to communicate properly Without acting like a dick about it).

(I didn't know how to fit this in but the only mistake Helia makes is how he communicates with the specialists. He's a good leader and he knew what to do, but he wasn't good at expressing it or trying to quell their valid concerns. But in terms of the actual mission itself, he did fine and it would've worked out if Riven hadn't acted too soon and on his own. This was 100% a moment of them learning how to be better teammates and how to trust one another more.)

#AND LISTEN y'all know i'm very up the Helia Makes A Lot Of Mistakes chimney #because he does and it bothers me even more when people think he never does anything wrong #but this? this was not on him!!#this was on riven not trusting them and acting on his own without thinking of a proper plan #like its literally said later on that riven realized what helia was doing and decided to help him!! and he had an actual plan this time!!#i think its also super important that helia never blames riven or gets mad at him for this #it would be easy for him too but he doesnt because he understands where riven is coming from and Why he didn't trust him #this is a big reason why i always point to this arc for them!!#but idk its just weird to me when people think helia made the mistake when it was riven's actions that got them in trouble #again riven's heart was in the right place and that's super important #but he was also being extremely impulsive !! he didn't have a plan and he didn't have the power to actually take them down!#literally the Only reason helia had them wait for backup is because they were outnumbered and overpowered #and riven made the decision to go in with Just him and timmy like bro 😭#i know y'all are in love with riven i am too but cmon man 😭#winx riven #winx helia #mine.metas #long post #also to clarify im not trying to shit on riven or bring him down but this issue wasnt him being in the Right #this was literally him needing to learn how to communicate properly and respectfully #and learning how to trust others even when he doesn't agree with them

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💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Romance,

✏️Rating: PG 18+

📝Wordcount: 2224

⚠️Warnings: part two will have them 👀

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As you button up his white shirt and pick up the bow to place it on his collar, you notice his stare at you. His nervousness can be sensed while his eyes keep on you as you make final adjustments and fold the neck of the shirt down, but as soon as your eyes try to meet his, he looks away. You hurriedly put on his jacket while the makeup team ensures his face is kept as perfect as it was when they had freshly put on the products an hour ago.

"Come on guys! Last song before the break!" cheers Namjoon and they all move towards the stairs awaiting their cue. Jin however gives you another quick glance before he focuses on remembering the steps to Dionysus.

While preparing the towels and water for the break, you set your eyes on the screen. You also place the fans over the desk where they can easily find them and move the snack basket to the centre so they can have a quick fix if need be.

"I've seen how he looks at you..." comments Siwoo and he giggles, placing the discarded clothes on the rack to steam-clean them with you before putting them away for the next concert.

"Not here," you whisper back, taking one of the steam devices and starting to work on a piece before putting a clear bag over it to keep it clean during its transportation.

"I'm not sure if anyone else has seen it but I can tell you he has been pretty obvious." He insists on the matter while taking the other machine and putting it to work too. "Too obvious if you ask me."

"What do you mean by that?" you question, stopping for a second. He stops too, returning the gaze.

"I'm telling you that he wants you to know it, but we all know Jin. Even if he's secure about himself, when it comes to opening up about his feelings, his introverted side plays a part in it," he exposes.

Your eyes move to the screens as you do your job. Watching him perform when the cameras angle on him, you lose sight of what you're doing and burn your index finger with the steam. Hissing, you leave the machine aside, then move to grab an ice cube and a cloth to make sure a blister doesn't ruin the day.

"Put this on girl," says Siwoo, handing you a burn cream and you do as you are told.

It's as you are putting it away and covering the burn with a silicone plaster, that the boys come down the stairs again. You miss how Seokjin's eyes glue to you as soon as you get in his vision and how he sees the injured finger immediately. He takes an energy bar out of the basket and sits down in his place while he turns on the fanning device but still keeps his eyes on you.

"Hyung ... why don't you talk to her?" Yoongi mutters quietly as he motions to take the seat next to him.

The question startles Jin and he looks at Yoongi with his lips parted. "I will. Later," he admits, looking away and taking the water that stands on his table. He knows you have placed the items and somehow it pleases him that you have touched them.

You hear the programming team and the choreographer praise them for the energy and the performance they have been showing on stage. Right after, they are reminded of the list for the second part, although they have rehearsed it, and explained that they will have only an hour to rest before the two-hour flight to the next destination where they will be able to have a proper sleep at the hotel.

The guys cheer each other up again and you are finally allowed to attend Seokjin on the mission to change to a much more comfortable set of clothes. He stands abruptly when you get close enough and that calls the attention of Yoongi and Namjoon, who are at his respective sides, and it also startles you.

Looking at him with wonder in your eyes and your lips parted, this time you don't miss the way his eyes go from your eyes to your mouth and you look down blushing. He instantly shifts his weight and clears his throat, starting to undo the tie. Responding to his move, you try to prevent him from doing your job and your hands touch his.

He doesn't push them away and meets your eyes filled with astonishment. "I'm sorry, Seokjin-nim," you mutter, pulling your hands away but he shakes his head in response.

"It's ok. I can do it," he says, pulling off the tie completely and leaving it over the table. He wants to kick himself for saying those words because he enjoys you taking his clothes off, but his politeness has gotten the best of him.

"But it's my job," you say looking at him as if you had been told off, surprised that he won't let you do it. Maybe, even a little bit hurt.

"You can help me with these buttons," says Yoongi standing, struggling to take off the ones on his shirt, with the creases and extra fabric at the neck. Your eyes go from him to Seokjin again and you skirt by him to aid Yoongi. You don't notice how Jin frowns slightly and takes a minute before starting to unlatch his own buttons, but Namjoon does and he almost snorts.

It's later on, as the last change of clothes to leave the stadium is done, that Seokjin lets you help him with his jacket and his belt without a word. He doesn't look at you for more than two seconds as you take his belt because he has to keep his imagination at bay every time you do that. Still, he blushes and his member twitches when you turn around to help Yoongi, giving him a full view of your buns.

He rushes to do the change of his upper shirt before moving aside to change his trousers. The moment his muscled abdomen displays, Yoongi, who was bickering with Jimin as you did your job on him, catches a hint of your discreet look towards his elder and smirks.

"Can you help me with this?" he asks, taking the tight-fitted jacket that he is expected to wear at the airport. "My shoulder is bothering me a little bit..." he whispers, looking at you innocently as if he is trying not to worry the rest of the members and you help him get it on. "I know you like him," he whispers so low you almost miss it and he only smiles gently at you when you raise your stare from his shoulder. "It's all right. Just speak to him," he encourages with a nod and his smiley-cat face makes you reciprocate and nod.

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At the hotel, you quickly make sure you haven't left anything to pack in your room. Sejin, as the main manager, wants to make sure the guys are not forgetting anything behind in their suites as they leave them and asks for your help since you are done. Unfortunately, you use the master key to one of the guys' rooms thinking all of them are already down in the lobby and enter when Jimin is taking off his sweater.

He had previously stained it in the car with a reddish drink and wanted to try to clean it before changing it into another piece. For you, as their stylist, it is not weird to see them shirtless, but it's the whole being in his room when he's half-naked that doesn't feel right, so you apologise intending to leave.

"Oh, I'm so lucky, Noona. Maybe you can help me," he suggests and you stop in your tracks. "What can I use here to take the stain off?" he asks, showing you the piece of clothing.

"I'll take care of it, Jimin-ssi. Hurry up and get changed, you should be downstairs," you tell him sweetly, taking the piece from him.

Once you get in the bathroom and use the sink to do a quick damage control with the handwash, Jimin enters adjusting a black top with a turtle neck that suits him even better. It only makes it more clear to you how unnecessary it is to give him fashion advice when it comes to more casual looks; he always looks on point.

Jimin makes a comment that leads to you laughing and just as you use your fingers to splash little drops of water at Jimin's face, Jigaemae knocks on the doorframe of the bathroom. Jimin turns casually and greets him, but is politely reminded of the schedule and he leaves the bathroom to go find his bags. In your case, although you are not doing anything wrong, you feel like a deer in front of a car's lights.

You take a plastic bag from your purse and after carefully twisting the piece to get rid of the excess water, you put it in the bag to take it with you. Jimin leaves the room as you are about to walk out of the bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. It's as soon as he has crossed the frame and walked towards the elevators that the manager speaks.

"Is there anything going on between you and Jimin?" he asks, without beating around the bush.

"No, manager-nim. I was only making sure the guys didn't leave anything behind," you clarify, nervous as to whether there could be a misunderstanding. "Jimin had a stain on his shirt. I was doing my job," you explain. He nods and apologises for being so direct, but you dismiss it without taking offence.

Up in the sky, you stand to go for a coffee from your seat next to a sleeping Siwoo. Unsure as to why you are even awake, Yoongi's words echo in your mind as you drink away too sugared a cup. Disposing it in the bin, you see Seokjin standing from his seat coming towards you.

Like never before, you panic and try to occupy yourself, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge. Being more on autopilot than the plane. He passes you with a polite bow of the head and you respond with the same courtesy, suddenly realising that unless you plan on drinking whatever you have grabbed, there's no real reason to stand there watching him pour himself a latte. You popped the tab to open the can and regret your decision at the first sip. Now you definitely will not sleep.

"Planning on going out when we land?" he inquires, surprising you and you look at him confused. "The energy drink," he concedes. "When we land it will almost be 1 a.m," he keeps going since you still look confused.

"Yeah. I mean, no." Now it's his time to be confused. "I mean, I'm not going out. I just took the wrong can, so I'll have to drink it," you say looking at the thing with a slight apprehension.

"Did you drink from it? If you only opened it, you could offer it to someone else... if you don't want it," he says and although you know that's pretty uncommon, you don't think it would be a bad idea.

"I did take a sip," you reply, frowning a bit and pouting for a second enough to catch his breath. "I guess I'll just have to deal with it." Then you bring it up to your mouth and sip.

"If you throw it away it should be fine. We have another concert in two days and missing a whole night of sleep can be bad for your health," he says, showing concern and offering his hand to take it.

"I actually don't know why I am awake... or how," you say as you hand him the object and he throws it away. "It's been a long day," you keep on with the small chat.

"Yeah, it has," he reassures.

"Why aren't you sleeping, Seokjin-ssi?" you then question and he looks caught off guard. He can't really express that Yoongi had gotten in his head for him to speak to you. You notice him fidget for a second and ask, "Are you worried about something?"

Against all predictions, even his own, he puts a hand on your cheek. "I wanted to talk to you," he mutters and when he sees that you don't move away, he finds the courage to get a little bit closer, approaching his lips to your ear. "Would you go on a date with me?" he asks and moves slightly back to see your reaction.

"Yes," you mutter, eyes almost closed to the feel of his breath on your skin. "I would love to," you admit and his shy smile, along with the blushing make your heart skip a beat. You were so focused on your palpitation, that his next move is even more unexpected. He kisses your forehead, lingering in the moment, and brushes his thumb against your cheek before meeting your eyes again.

"That makes me happy," he tells you with a smile. He pauses just a few seconds more to look at your reddened cheeks then walks away, back to his seat.

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