#[[never again will i attempt a post this long until im SURE the motivation will last for the entire duration of working on it.]]

[everyonesfavoritenotetaker]

Leeeeemon! Where are you? Broccoli's trying to look for you!

Well, the guy is certainly alive, that's a start- In fact, he's circled his way back to Marsh's, walking down an aisle of snacks. He's still looking quite nervous, but at least he hadn't wandered enough to lose his way back.

[[LONG POST AHEAD! put under a read under so it doesn't clog the TL :> I also have to split this post into two because of image restrictions mobile tumblr has, unfortunately. This is part 1!]]

[🍋] "Oh, No- No- I'm fine- They know I never go far, Why would they be looking for me?" Lemon chuckles nervously, continuing down the aisle.

[🍋]"I mean, it's not like I'd have much of anywhere to go anyways- They're wasting time, y'know-" He mumbles, as if he hasn't been missing for several months at this point.

He hasn't been in a building this packed for a while, just making a few stops at gas stations and the like to gather himself and pick up food. And he would be at a gas station right now, if Marsh's hadn't been closer. A step closer to the apartment complex, if it's better to look at it that way.

He stops to pick up a box on the shelf, closely examining it. 12 granola bars, on sale for 1 and a half bucks, the generic brand, not bad. It'll probably last him long enough to get back to the apartment complex, or until Apple and Broccoli track him down- Whichever comes first.

He brings it up to his face to get a better look at the box- Trying to find the flavor of the bars somewhere on it.

And after a moment of trying to find the flavor, he gives up.

Whatever they are, he'll certainly live.

He keeps it with him, continuing down the aisle.

He's mellowed out somewhat, bit he's still on edge- Just not as much as he was earlier, but when is he NOT nervous?

...Broccoli and Apple are quite literally in the aisle over, Apple having insisted that he was hungry and needed a snack. Broccoli begrudgingly tagged along.

They're idly chatting, but Broccoli is getting more and more stressed as time passes- In addition to being cold. Even if it arguably isn't right now. And a stressed and cold Broccoli isn't a nice one to deal with.

[🥦]"....Look, I know you're hungry, and you want to take you time shopping, but you've already picked something out. Can't you just check out so we could get going-? Not to rush you or anything, just- Yknow."

[🥦]"He could have been to Crescent City and back by now! Don't you find it a little weird that he hasn't come back?"

Broccoli just wants to find Lemon on his own accord, but Apple certainly has other plans.

[🍎]"I'm sure he's fine wherever he is, man. I mean, it's not like you called the cops like 7 times- Chill out before you bolt or something." Apple replies, having already been dragged around the state a few times. "It's not like I dont care about the guy, its just that you spend every waking hour looking. Isn't it getting exhausting?" At this point, they've looked all over the place, and he'd just like a moment to relax.

[🍎]"When's the last time you had something to eat, huh?"

It's a question that seems quite out of the blue, but it's a good one to ask nonetheless.

[🥦]"..."

Broccoli is silent for a few moments, seeming quite irritated, before speaking back up. You can essentially hear the tea kettle boiling.

[🥦]"....Chill out-?"

There's another short bout of tense silence before Broccoli speaks up again.

[🥦]"....Chill OUT-? Apple, if Lemon was fine, he would be back by now- Or at the very least FOUND-!" Broccoli rambles off. "For all we know, he could be hurt, or WORSE! This isn't something you just wait around and find out on-!" His voice is raised, but he's not outright shouting.

They sound quite irritated, sweeping Apple's initial questions and worry out of the way.

[🥦]"We can't just sit around and find out on stuff like this- He's gotta be somewhere out there!"

[makahimetenshi]

Two separated ways - Chapter 3 - Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor x Paladin Danse Fallout 4 Fanfic

This is another story Danse x Nora x Arthur, another different from the last one, totally different, however certain elements are used.

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

-Did you summon me elder? –ask Paladin Danse knocking on the Elder quarters door

-Yes, come inside please –the door was open, so the paladin open it just to find Maxson with a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses in hand- pick up those chairs over there, lets go to the sniper post to drink something –oh no not again.

Danse loved the man as elder, as a lider and strategist, as supreme commander, as someone who will make the brotherhood expand and triumph every time but he actually never like him as much as a  close friend, obviously he had to keep the appearances tho, wouldn’t say in his face that he was freacking annoying some times , and every attempt to look pissed off it was like Arthur didn’t catch the vibes or something, being called to spend time  together was a pain, give this impression of being close was a mistake he is paying until today, now he cant break this pain in the ass friendship.

I mean it wasn’t a bad thing to have a close and powerful friend but the truth is he didn’t like Arthur that much tho, he wasn’t someone exactly enjoyable…

They were good friends in the past its true but with time at least Danse started to find him too damn irritating, now he wanted to avoid him when he is in plan friends.

He picked up the folding white chairs and both walk to the snipers post on the top of the Citadels roofts

-Gentlemen –said Danse meeting the other brotherhood soldiers actually working with the chairs in hand- please go to patrol somewhere else until we are done

Both brotherhood soldiers look at each other with the power armor helmets and the laser rifles in hand.

-Are you sure Paladin? Did you have any gun to defend yourself in case of an attack? Fuckers tend to shoot the Citadels roofts just for fun

-Stay around in case of anything, we just wanna enjoy the breeze tonight –the elder show off the glasses and the whisky bottle, both soldiers take the hint and start walking around, away from them, giving privacy. The paladin place the chairs  and when Danse sat the elder give him a glass, In his insides Danse wanna die, he didn’t want to be there at all, he breathe out his nose tired without any desire-tired? Sorry if I summoned you after a long day of work

-I may eat too much in the dinning room and feeling heavy –answer Danse to pretend he is…tired.

-I wanted to talk you about something –never just drink something hu? Arthur poured the whisky into his glass and before taking any bullshit he take a quick shot of liquid-How many years since you met Sentinel Nora?

Oh shit lets better not be about

-almost 10 years

-And how many since you are in love with her? –shit not this. He didn’t want to talk about this with this man

But maybe 10 years, that was the real answer.

-Im not…-gosh he didn’t have the energy or even the setting to have this conversation

-Come on you don’t have to lie to me –said the elder with a smile, obviously predicting that he would do that.

Gosh so tiring, he didn’t feel like close friends like before to be talking about this personal subjects, the thing is that the elder is a very solitary man with very few close connections and Danse never properly cut his friend relationship with him, a mistake, keeps him on the wrong vibe. For him it was like well yeah we don’t hang out often but that doesn’t mean we cant chat normally about whats going on right? And for Danse its like please I don’t wanna do this anymore its not the same I don’t have the confidence you turned to be very awkward to be around lately and I don’t actually want to keep being friends with you

But fuck it was the elder, how can he say no? if he is a yes man to his commands were he tells him to put bombs in the mouth of Mierluks queens how can he say no to something so simple like a chat with whisky and the night breeze  just the two of them?

-She started as my initiate, I was her commander officer –nononot the rank bullshit, Arthur laughed.

-Yeah, maybe 9 years ago, come on, again, how many in years have you been in love with her?

He could answer he wasn’t, that she was like the sister he never had, that he would spill gladly his blood to keep her by his side, that he never look at her in that way because of ranks and abuse of power but…

-Its complicated –he said annoyed, asking for more whisky, Arthur serve him and he drank again, asking for more.

-You have been behind her heels almost since the beginning, when are you going to –when the glass was full he drank again surprising the elder

-Never –this time, Danse took the entire bottle, having him the control now, surprising Arthur- I don’t think I will

-But why? –Danse sighted, he didn’t really want to talk about this less with him.

-Like I said its complicated –he said pouring more whisky, saw Arthur in the corner of the eye drinking his, and ask for more.

-Its from her side or…? –the elder was served but he wouldn’t shut up.

-No –he just said- I do like her, but Im afraid of my feelings

Arthur blinked, confused.

-Come on, I saw you both, I caught together more than once–Danse blushed hard and look at him annoyed –in parties, not my fault you don’t hide well, it wasn’t my intention I was just walking and then find u…-drank again to hide himself a bit, he wasn’t a stalker or anything, it just happened that he was walking around and boom, find them fucking in a dark corner, obviously he got on his back and go out of that place to give them privacy but that situation happen A LOT more than he wished to encounter.

-We were drunk…-he replied low and ashamed

-All the times? –not all the times they have sex they were drunk, more than once they did it conscious and full consensuated even planned because they were horny and really close to each other, didn’t have the confidence with anyone’s-look im not trying to interfere…

Now Danse smiled bitterly –really?

-Don’t be like that –he chuckled.

-There’s a lot of things you don’t know

-Because I don’t know her like you –stated Arthur- that’s why I call you

-What do you mean? –Danse blinked

-What if I wanted to step on? –instantly and out of nothing Danse close a hand over his arm, Arthur got a bit nervous but it was more the surprise than anything of course such a thing wont intimidate him.

-Don’t –Danse told him, looking at the view of the wastelands in the night, don’t wanting to face him at all after doing that.

Arthur stood in silence, breathing, until he answers.

-Then step yourself, finally make your move

-Its not what you are thinking –the elder didn’t understand.

-I saw you both together, the way she looks at you, after almost 10 years its going to be reciprocated, don’t be afraid

-I already know that –the tighten on the elder arms grew stronger, that’s when Arthur decided to put a stop and hold his arm, making the paladin jump in surprise and let his fingers off, taking the arm inside his own legs ashamed for his bad reaction- but its not because of that im afraid.

Arthur raise an eyebrow and asked for more whisky, the paladin serve him- then what?

-Look I love her, she is truly like my sister even  we have been together more times than my hands can count, I would give my life for her, I will protect her to the end of the world, I will follow her orders and instructions until I give my last breath and…I love her, I truly do –Danse drank from his shot, then, from the bottle, surprising the elder

-Then why? You have been simping over her ass for the last 10 years –from the commonwealth to DC and more, even more and more cities and places, together- the only reason you are not already married then is because your shrimps are dead then

-That’s the thing  -he said looking at the man in the eyes- she is crazy, hella crazy

-I don’t follow  -he said asking for more whisky.

-She is capable? Yes, very. Strong? Of course. Smart? Clearly. Beautiful?

-Gorgeous –interrupted Arthur laughing- sorry

-She is a devil, a demon, a catch –Arthur nooded and Danse served him more –but has her head fucked up

-Come on

-Worst than a raider  -the aclaration made the elder wink.

-You are not talking seriously –heck yeah Danse was serious, tense and trembling even.

-You don’t know her like I do –the paladin breath out and poured more whisky in his glass- she had done some fucked up things, that’s why im afraid of my feelings for her, I shouldn’t be…attracted to someone like that, im also afraid of her sometimes

It was really that bad?

-I guess it has something to do with the death of her husband and son –the paladin nodded- but that was almost 9 years ago, I even forgot about that sometimes

-Once you are mother you are a mother forever –Danse drank again, then, copying, the elder drank- your first son its like the first love she says

-Sorry I don’t think that’s enough reason to keep torturing yourself –no, this chat was torture, it has him unravishing feelings he didn’t have any interest to keep in the air, this feelings have to be enclosed deep down on his heart.

-Well I know what I see, and heard, and was obligated to do  because she outranks me –he pointed to Arthur with his empty glass- I follow some fucked up orders, effective? Yes? Cruel? Also? Gives result? Don’t doubt of it, unmoral? Heck yeah

The elder take out the bottle of his hands and serve both –So, you don’t want her? –he said finally

-I love her, but not like this  -the elder hummed- I don’t think is part of her personality, or her persona, more about circumstances –the man keep his eyes on the dark wastelands as the other talked- she hates the world, the wastelands, the air, the water, the rain, the people, the society, the food, the buildings, the landscapes…everything…so she looks at everything like she was superior. When she talks about her past self she talks about another totally different person

-She knew better –he said frankly.

-Well I cant deal with her hatred just because she loose a baby and a husband and its resentful of the world, its more than I can handle honestly, and im not going to force myself, I know what kind of pitt it is try to change and force somebody into your point of view, its not a business im going to run –okay okay seems like a very well thought and respectable decision, clearly he took a lot of time thinking in that statement for himself, he knew himself and knew what he didn’t want for his life- im going to protect her forever, but im not risking my sanity into a relationship I just know its dangerous.

Both stood in silence, looking at the wasteland night.

-And if I want to? –ask Arthur.

-I already warn you –Danse drank- this realization make the last 10 years a torture, I cannot forget this feelings or let them pass, but I will not engage any kind of romantic relationship with someone so unstable.

-Maybe ill give it a shoot –the paladin look at him bad, annoyed, in a side, jealous, that he wanted to take the love is his life out of him but in the other angry that he was being ignored about a really serious warning.

-You don’t know what you are getting into if you try  -said taking out the shoot of whisky from his hands maybe it was enough for the elder now, that was a bold statement.

-I just know that she is really a good option for me, with her prewar genes –truth is Nora took contraception pills, because she feared to get pregnant, not by Danse exactly but from any motherfucker that by any chance rape her, as the wastelands were a crazy place- her minutemen force, the places she claimed, her fame as an intercontinental hero –he was interrupted by Danse.

-The other elders are pressuring you to have an heir –Maxson rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world

-Of course they are pressuring me im 32 they are afraid my milk will dry out and I need to start bearing children’s, the more the better

Oh no this was bad. He wanted children’s and her…

-Im sure they already have matches for you

-They do, but I know a better match  so im curious–something give Danse a sharp pain.

-You don’t know her

Ohohoho that upset the man.

-I could try, if you don’t want to  -Arthur give the other man a defying glance, who grew even more annoyed.

-Im talking serious Arthur she is a problem, she has a lot of problems –the image in his head of both together infuriates him but also he was worried about so much stuff

-Well I cant think on a better match for the elder than a sentinel, and a leader faction –it was true even he can understand it but Nora doesn’t work like that.

-Im being very open and honest with you  -said the man in serious shock that he was ignoring it- do you really trust your future children to someone crazy?

Truth is Arthur believe it wasn’t that bad, he may be exaggerating

-I have to do it anyway, its not exactly my choice –it was true anyway, he was being pressured into finding a partner soon, if it was one of the elders daughter the better but if he finds one by his own no one will say a thing.

-Do you call me to talk because you want me to step up or because you have an interest in her? –Arthur only interest was because she was prewar and a faction leader but it was really little interest nothing else, he didn’t even care that much that she was a sentinel, it was a more a thing of power…and she was beautiful yes why not  he can see it but nononoon he really call him here to talk because he was curious about when the hell the paladin was going to do something with the chick that breaths out with every step near to her. Even for him it was noticeable her attraction to him, painful to see

-What do you think? –ask the elder trying to take his glass away from the paladins hands, but he didn’t let him do it.

-Are you talking seriously? –I mean if the paladin keeps defying him why not, maybe, now he was considering- she isn’t blond enough for your tastes

The elder stop in his place and bit his lips with force, more than he wished.

-Son of a bitch

What? He didn’t wanna talk in plan friends or what? He is the one who can only tease about his romantic life? fucker

-She is not one of your blond gals –now Arthur rob him the bottle of whisky and pour it into his lips, feeling a pinch of pain on his chest.

-Shut the hell up –oh, now he touch a sensitive subject.

Both stay in silence, until Danse talk again.

-I fear

-To what?

-I don’t now, I suppose everyone, Nora is not…normal, is an anxiety, I just fear –but it was selfish not letting her have a romantic life if he is purposely not corresponding to her feelings, he was aware of that. It was painful to knew he wasn’t  enough for how broken she was even if he desires her so much, he wanted with all his heart be enough but she needs so much more than he cant and honestly is not willing to give. If she was more like the past self she often talks about…he would correspond to her obvious all well know feelings but now…no, he cant never be with someone as sadistic and crazy like her, it make his spine shiver, all that problems will fall over his shoulders, she was a bag of problems.

The only reason she contains enough is because she still tries to win his heart fully, to make him fall on his knees, he wants to surrender and love her back but…she is too much and he can see it.

-I was honestly hoping to make you honest with your feelings for her

-I know what im purposely missing, and im not happy or neither proud of my decision, but im content knowing my limits and capacities

-I understand -he said and fill with the last of the bottle Danse shot- you also give her hopes by staying single for so long –the paladin look at his shot, paying attention to his reflection on the liquid- only letting her fuck you like you were exclusives –it was not the paladin intention, the man heart was conquered by Nora…and the brotherhood, if Nora was out he would be fully married to the brotherhood cause and nothing more, maybe getting laid by random sisters in the brotherhood like before but not with a woman around 24/7 scaring the shit out of every other pussy around

-Bold thing to say about my love life being the creepy stalker –said Danse taking his last shot of whisky, Arthur bit his lip ashamed, he never wanted to see them in the first place, it was an error.

-As elder im pretty much aware of the couples around –he let his back rest on the chair now the liquid was over- the beds are not comfortable to have fun so people sneak into some other places, its normal

-You know Nora its 45 years old right? –said the paladin calling the elders attention, also letting his back relax against the chair now there wasn’t more alcohol- may not be the best option for bearing children –his protecting side was interfering, protecting her from Arthur and protecting him from the crazy sentinel

-How old are you? –ask Arthur out of place

-52, give more than half of my life to the brotherhood

-and 10 years to love her –silence, the paladin look to another side- sorry, I just wanted to ask about you two because the tension seemed almost palpable, I was always rooting for you to get together, I didn’t know you feel that negative about her.

-I will follow her to the other side when the time comes, just not like her partner

-No matter if it hurts her?

-Even if it hurts her and she doesn’t understand why

Maxson wonder if she was really that much a reflag for the paladin to torture himself like that until their last breath.

So…45 hu? Conceiving a pregnancy at that age could be…fun to try…

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

[maki-s-wife]

Okay, hi, I love your writing and I’ve seen your post AND IM THIRSTY FOR MAKI X F!/GN!READER AND IDK, SIMPLY WRITE ANYTHING YOU WANT? I DIE FOR PINING??? SLOW BURN??? Gjwjfjdengjsj A little angsty??? They have feeling for each other but reader thinks she’s in love with Nobara sort of things?? Or something based on THE song SURRENDER?idk rlly, anyway you wa— OR BASED ON ANOTHER SONG: MERCURY BY SLEEPING AT LAST.

Okay I’m done. Thank you for coming to my tedtalk

Pairing: maki zenin x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4K

I loved this request and I love maki so this fit hand in hand😇 Sorry this took over a month to write it is very very long compared to anything else I’ve done but I still hope you enjoy❤️

It hadn’t been the first time. The first time you sat staring a Maki train with Nobara. Her moves were so swift, much has changed from you and her’s first year.

Panda and Toge sat across from you looking at your moody state, they’ve tried to nudge you to ask out Maki for months now. “y/n they’re just training there’s nothing more going on”, Panda said as you squinted took get a better look at the girls battling. You huffed, “Panda-“. “Bonito flakes”. Toge said with an annoyed look on his face. The two had been experiencing this constant back and forth pining with the both of you for almost a year now. Either they were trying to convince Maki to ask you out or You to ask out Maki.

In your first year Maki was always embarrassed around you. You were much stronger than her and if she was in trouble you were always the one to swoop into save her. She already had motivation to grow in strength but now she had more motivation. She didn’t like the embarrassment of being saved. It wasn’t your fault of course but she didn’t want you to view her as weak.

In your eyes weak was the opposite of what Maki was. To still want to be a sorcerer with her low cursed energy took courage. She was powerful, of someone couldn’t see that you’d threatened to beat that fact into their head.

Panda was about to speak again when there was a huge thump. Looking to where Maki and Kugisaki was training your jaw dropped at the image of Maki pining the first year to the ground. Her enamoring voice spoke her win of the match. Toge looked at you and giggled slightly. “What’s so funny” you said, your face glowing redder than a rose. “Salmon roe” he said. “I-I do not wish that was me you weirdo” you grumbled, the bright blush very apparent on your face. Standing up to chase him around Maki looked over at you. She had trained in front of you on purpose. She wanted you to see her, see how much she’s grown, see her abilities now. It was her way of trying to impress you. She didn’t think she could impress you with much else. Instead she saw you pulling at toges ears yelling into them about some nonsense she couldn’t hear. Maki sighed in defeat, the amount of attempts she had to get your attention always failed.

Panda looked between the two of you seeing Maki now carrying Nobara bridal style to shoko after seeing her leg was injured. You were still chasing Toge around when you looked up to see Maki carrying Kugisaki. You paused in your tracks. “Why was she carrying her, she never Carried me like that...” you mumbled words like these until you reached your room. Throwing yourself in your bed you looked to your side. On your nightstand there was a picture with you, Gojo, Yuuta, Panda, Toge, and Maki. Next to it was a Polaroid. A Polaroid of Maki and you on the day you almost confessed to her. You were hugging in the picture, your faces smushed next to each other, smiling and laughing from the event of the fun festival Gojo took everyone to.

Maki left Nobara with shoko and went to get ready to shower. Going through her dresser to grab products and such she picked up a Polaroid from the same day of the picture you had. In hers you were still close to each other laughing just a in a different area. That day she was so close to confessing to you.

The thing is neither of you remember why you didn’t go through with your plans. Nervousness, fear of rejection, was there another person? None of you could recall. It just didn’t happen and sent Panda and Toge into a grumpy state with Yuuta trying calm the two down.

You’d taken a nap while Maki showered. Groggily trudging through the hallways to find her. It wasn’t as though you’d ignore if she was dating Kugisaki. Simply you’d be jealous...for a very long time. But it would pass at some point...right?

You were snapped from your thoughts when you saw maki walking towards her door. Before you could even wave your hand and say her name she was pulled into her dorm by a hand you could only tell was Nobara’s. You paused for a moment and slowly pulled your hand down. Turning back to walk to your room you bumped into Megumi. “Sorry y/n” he said. You apologized as well but Megumi grabbed your arm. “I was actually supposed to get you, panda asked for you”. You sighed hoping it wasn’t training he was asking for.

When you arrived you saw panda,toge,itadori and now Megumi sitting in seats. “You humans and you complicated feelings” panda grumbled with his arms crossed. Toge following suit imitating him.

In Maki’s room Nobara sat her on her bed. “What’s wrong Nobara” Maki asked eager to go find you after what ever Nobara had to say. Nobara put her foot down. “You know that you have to do it soon, it’s obvious that she likes you back” “with all the spying you make me do it’s very clear”. Maki looked away. She wanted to believe it but it came off as weird that someone would find her attractive. Yes she was confident in herself but the only thing she couldn’t see was someone wanting a relationship with her. Especially you. Nobara huffed “Gojo wants to take us to a festival this year, I heard that happened last year to”. “Yes he did” Maki replied looking back at Nobara. “And you told me you had an elaborate plan last year to get y/n correct?”. Nobara had been Maki’s wing girl as soon as she realized Maki’s crush on you.

Maki hunched over, nodded and sighed. It would be a perfect time to try again but could she really pull it off? She wants to. She truly does. But the fear and embarrassment of rejection still lingers over her as it does you. “Fine I’ll do it but-“. “No buts y/n is head over heels for you and will say yes. She’ll be all-“ queue Nobara making lovey doves faces imitating you in a hysterical way.

Now here you were being pressured into re trying your plan to ask out Maki by the boys. Toge spewing nonsense with a grumpy face, Megumi sitting back not paying attention, itadori being enthusiastic about everything Toge and panda were saying.

“I don’t know...she might say no or worse hate me” you admitted. The fear of Maki hating you was a nightmare.

Finally Megumi stood up. “Y/n your just dragging it out. Do you want to date Maki or not?”. “of course I do” you mumbled. “Then THATS all it will take, Maki likes you and you can beat us all over the head if she somehow says no”. “Now gojo is taking everyone to some festival, that’s when you should do it”. He said before beginning to walk off. Everyone looked at him stunned. No one would have thought Megumi would contribute let alone put yourself in a confident mood ready to execute something you’ve been meaning to do for months.

It’s been a week since you and Maki decided to prepare to ask out the other. The week was fairly normal, Maki and you hung out and trained. Not a day went by without the two of you thinking about today, the day of the festival.

Everyone walked there considering panda couldn’t fit in the only car available (let’s pretend a panda walking and talking In public is normal here)

There were games, food, rides. Everyone was pretty scattered out. Gojo around the snack stands, The boys with you around the games minus Megumi who had decided to go eat in peace somewhere else, and Maki with Nobara by the gift shops”. You looked for Maki around everywhere as it was getting dark, you wanted to spend some normal time around her before the confession. Once you spotted her across the large area you waved and got her attention. Itadori and panda wishing you luck while Toge did the same but still stared holes into your head as you jogged over to Maki making sure you didn’t turn back.

Maki looked over to Nobara who had paid for her things. “Go, when the time is right you’ll know”. Nobara said putting her thumbs up with a large smile. Maki gave her a final hug before turning around to see you already there.

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, starting to get nervous. A hug didn’t mean dating but people who do date usually hug-.

Trying to push down your nerves you greeted Maki and went off the play games and go on rides.

You almost completely forgot all your worries as you won prizes from games, got dizzy from rides, and ate various sweets with Maki. The entire time Maki was becoming more flushed in the face. Everything you did set her to look at you in awe. Often catching herself staring at you before you could see yourself.

The night was coming out and the both of you were reminded of your tasks.

Maki was about to speak when you did first. “Can we...go over there”. You pointed behind her. Maki looked back to see the vast area with many blossomed trees and grass. She nodded...but what could you want to go over there for?

You sat and patted next to you. She sat down next to you and you mumbled somethings he couldn’t hear. “Hm?”

“Can I ask you something maki?” You said more clearer. “Alright, about what” now Maki was concerned. Did you catch her staring at you? Did she freak you out? Did you know about her feelings and came her to let her down easy?

You waited a moment. “What is I-“ “are you and Kugisaki dating?”. You asked bringing your knees up to your face slowly squeezing them tighter. Maki looked at you shocked. “huh, What made you think that?” She said completely baffled. you perked up “wait so your not?” You asked your jaw now slack open. “No?? Seriously when did we ever seem that way”. You let out a huge sigh falling backwards onto the cold grass. Maki didn’t know what to say. How does she ask you out from here? All she could do was go for it.

“Y/n I think-“ “well the true reason I asked you here for was...” you took a deep breath it was now or wait months more to try again. “I have feelings for you, like romantic feelings”. You turned away from her as you said it. The silence was so loud until you heard small laughs coming from Maki.

Now she was laughing at you, great. “Um just ignore tha-“ you began as you started to get up ready to run off for a while out of humiliation. But before you could you felt Maki’s slender fingers softly grab your chin, pulling your face closer to hers in for a kiss. It last fir no longer than 5 seconds but when you pulled away for face could be compared to the reddest tomato known to man.

“I can’t believe you beat me to it...or really said it at all” Maki said laying her hands on yours. “You- wait...WHAT”. You blinked fast, was this a dream? A joke? Did you really just get to kiss the girl you’ve had feelings for almost since you met her.

“I planned to tell you the same news y/n, but I guess we both had the same plans”. Maki looked at you her blush very noticeable making you heat up more.

After a couple more minutes of explanation you were both in each other’s grasp laughing and continuing to talk about how this was supposed to happen long before today.

Spying on you from afar was the rest of the group who watched the whole thing go down even Megumi. Toge did dances with yuuji, panda clapping his hands (paws?), and Megumi with a slight smile on his face.

They were happy that the two of you were finally happy together now.

[uglifish]

How do you write long multi-chapter fics without losing steam or motivation?

Hey guys!

Been a while since I made a post answering all the FAQ’s in my inbox, and this is the one I get the most, so here goes my answer/advice:

▽ structure and continuity 

(and i still struggle with this lmao its an uphill climb)

1) outline or map out your story path. if it drags and you find yourself getting BORED with your writing or where the story is going, its time to stop, step back, and evaluate.

completely write out the storyline in short-hand nonsense as fast as possible, because its for you only, so go back to fill in the details later. if you want to see what MY outlines look like...... -embarassmentttttt-

Here’s a screencap from underwater chrysalis.

if you’ve read that story, you can probably recognize this scene was an entire chapter, but it was 5 nonsense sentences in my outline.

2) if you can sit down for X hours and write out the outline from start to end (yes, end of the story) then you have a solid skeleton to polish up :D

3) don’t worry about chapter splitting just yet. get it all out first

▽ Marathon time

1) set aside time for yourself to write it out. Find time for it at least once a week or once a day if you can manage that! DON’T leave it sitting for 2+ weeks--unless that’s your creative process--and if it is, and you recognize you get stuck here, leaving the fic alone for more than 2 weeks = abandoning the fic?? then proceed to this step→

go back to it and read it over and over, right up until the point where you stopped, ask yourself questions about where the characters are going (refer to your outline)/ why the characters are doing X scene ...etc (is there tension? is this part boring? why have you stopped writing? tired? take a nap:)

2) know when to ignore (writing) advice. and i wish someone had told me this when i first started marathon fic-writing. advice is great but its not a cure-all and maybe you’re exhausted from trying everyone’s suggestions. literally you do you, but keep an open mind to learn along the way.

3) if you run into a problem, like wanting to change an ENTIRE scene that will  affect the ending of your story, stop writing and go back to your outline. you’re wasting your own time this way. write to get to an ending.

4) know that there are formulas to long, captivating stories. its like a curve that goes up and down. (find a formula that works for you!) for me, it’s: scene start tension scene escalating tension resolve tension but then another conflict + 2 conflict + 1 romance = long 3 chapter scene :D scene resolving 1 conflict, romance + 3 yay! scene adding to conflicts and romance above tension resolution? another tension or romance resolve? which slowly helps taper to an end (which i still struggle with)

5) have fun! you’re exploring this character, this universe, don’t get too stuck up your own ass about stuff and let things go. if you finished a scene and re-read it, hate it, don’t give yourself crap about it. if you’re happy with it one day and unhappy with it another day, figure out why or just let it go. Your goal is to write as much as possible to finish your story to the outline you wrote. if you get hung up on the stuff in the middle, you’ll never reach the finish line.

▽ I’ve finished my multi-chapter my pile of crap. Now what?

1) don’t look at it, don’t even think about it. congratulate yourself and go to the beach :D get yourself a coffee and socially-distance-hang-out with your friends

2) 1 - 3 weeks later, re-read it ALL with fresh eyes. don’t tell your friends about it, don’t link it anywhere for feedback. it’s still ALL YOU right now.

3) re-read it round 1: edit it grammatically and for bulk. if you still hate that random interaction you added in, delete it entirely and set it aside. fix all grammar issues and add to more descriptions if some are lacking.

4) re-read it round 2: a week later with your own fresh eyes, make sure everything flows. did you say character X had a green shirt in ch 3 but in ch 4 they were wearing a blue shirt? fix that :O might be a genuine mistake, either you forgot or got up to leave your fic for 4 days and (forgot)

5) re-read again round 3: a week after that, read it again and find it for more errors, add more flow if some scenes have a choppy transition, and start to split it into chapters. Find natural breaks in your writing (or cliff hangers!) and cut them there. 6) recruit a friend! Ask someone you’re ok with baring your soul to and make them read your slightly less steaming pile of crap, which is now a polished turd. hopefully your friend will tell you it IS a polished turd and is OK for posting, or that you still mentioned green shirt character is wearing a blue shirt (again) in ch 56 and you missed it :P

7) post and run, or save it to re-read again 6 months later

i’ve been doing the post and run thing for a while if im medium-proud of my shiny turd, or if im really insecure about it, i’ll sit on it for even a YEAR before i even breathe about it. its not that i hate it, its that i feel it could be better and if i’m continuously writing during that time, I can go back to look at it with fresh(er) eyes.

▽ things to think about / stuff to ask yourself while writing:

- why am i tired (of this, of it?) know yourself and know your limits. if you’re tired (physically, of writing) learn to differentiate that from being mentally tired.

- who are you writing for? a friend’s bday gift fic? submission into Fanfic Award-Winning Novel Writers Club? A novel manuscript to Random House? Nanowrimo? your fandom rare-pair discord server? ....yourself?? and then figure out your motivations for the tone of your writing :D

- i suck at writing X (a violent action scene, smut, small-talk in elevator scene), so i’ll just skip it... no. if you think your story needs it, make your best attempt at writing it and then go back to edit it. you’ll be happy you pushed yourself to write it.

- i’ve never done X (been to a hotspring in Japan, gone hiking in extreme weather, gone on a blind date) how would i know what it feels like? Try your best to envision it or use the wonders of the internet to learn about it. Research is your best friend to express realism in your writing :D

aaaaaaaaaaaand that’s all i got for now :O

*btw you know what works for you as a creative mind, this is all stuff that works for me and I hope you found it helpful!

thank you for reading this super long post, and feel free to PM me if you need a “get me unstuck” buddy in your writing process :D

xooxxo Ugli

[trivia-bangtan]

after (jjk) - 005

pairing: patient!oc x patient!jungkook

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda a hazel and gus trope, | lots of angst, fluff and suggestive themes

warning: this chapter gets extremely dark 😭 (nothing new lol)

authors note: omfg im so sorry it’s taken me so long to post 😩 the schedule might change from now on bc my schedule changed 😅 but hope u guys enjoy it 😩😩

there's a phobia called agoraphobia. it’s basically the fear of places and situations that can cause panic, helplessness and/or embarrassment. usually, i can deal with it. but things like cringe worthy scenes and overly cheesy romance is unavoidable.

especially being friends with jeon jungkook.

i knew better than to hand out my phone number to just anyone, but i thought maybe jungkook would be so busy with his own life, he would leave me alone.

for his parents' sake, i hope he had unlimited talk and text for his plan. the boy texted me first thing in the morning and every hour or so. he would call me at night, sometimes even facetime me, just before he went to bed. and even when we would hang up, he would still text me goodnight.

the only other person i would talk to everyday, other than my parents, is hoseok. hoseok was my older cousin, but one of my closest friends as well. but even hoseok gave a break during the day to allow some “me time” for the both of us.

jungkook was relentless. he would always text me “good morning sunshine” and then text me “good night my moon”. what the hell even was that?

as much as it was annoying, it was endearing in a sense. i guess it was nice to have someone other than family constantly checking up on me. but some part of me couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of what namjoon had said and if he felt obligated to have to talk to me.

i knew jungkook wasn’t like that. but a small part of me couldn’t help but convince myself that it could be true.

“so the guy texts you all the time? it’s not a big deal,” hoseok said, sitting across the island in his kitchen. i stuck my fork into my bowl of fruit, impaling a small blueberry in the process.

“i mean, it’s not but it’s weird. hobi, i’ve never had someone crave to talk to me so often. and i swear it has to be because of what our counselor said,” i mumble.

the thing about hoseok is he has an aura that gets you to spill all emotions. much like jungkook. but the difference between the two of them in my life is that i’ve known hoseok a lot longer and can confirm he can keep his mouth shut.

“well contrary to your belief, you’re a decent person to have around,” he shrugs, giving a strawberry in his mouth. i snort at his comment and roll my eyes.

“wow, what a compliment. it’s a wonder you’re single,” i chuckle, shoveling the fork full of blueberries into my mouth.

“i’m single by choice. what about you?” hoseok smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” i asked, laughing at his expression.

“what?”

“the whole thing?” i respond, laying my fork down onto the counter, leaning onto it with my elbows, forearms flat as i folded my hands.

“i’m single because i choose to be. i prefer comforting solitude than forced company,” he shrugs, continuing to shovel fruit into his mouth.

“forced company?” i ask.

“yeah. like, just because we’re together, they feel obligated to HAVE to hang out with me or invite me everywhere when, in reality, i don’t give a damn. i mean, you know me. we both value our solitude and respect that. but it’s hard to find someone that understands that. and then i’m the bad guy for wanting alone time when really, it’s a mental health break,” hoseok explains, his eyes locked onto the bowl in front of him.

his statement surprised me. he was always such a people oriented person. as kids, he was the first to make friends between us and always such an extrovert. it kind of hurt to know eventually his whole personality switched. but maybe being so wrapped up in my world and in my own issues, i failed to acknowledge the people around me.

the atmosphere changed after that. almost as if there was a sad reminisce in the air.

“do you think you’re forced to keep me company?” i blurted. i couldn’t deny, the thought crossed my mind multiple times before. was everyone around me just babysitting to make sure i didn’t hurt myself?

i couldn’t tell. i knew asking would be dumb. hoseok would never tell me the truth. he’s usually a pretty blunt and up front guy, but he would never outright hurt my feelings. which saddened me even more. would he willingly lie to comfort me? knowing what i knew?

“do you think i am?”

“yeah,” i honestly admitted. we both sat in silence, taking in my answer.

it wasn’t a lie. like i said, the thought had crossed my mind. every time he placed his phone down on the table to force himself to give me his attention. the way he seemingly dropped everything immediately if i asked him to hang out with me or pick me up some place. how i never heard of him being with friends.

the more i sat there, the more i threw myself into overdrive, thinking until my head started to pound from overthinking.

“well, you’re wrong,” he sighed. my eyes flitted up to gaze at his face. he looked sullen, almost like my answer had upset him. i released a silent huff through my nose, smirking in the process.

“you don’t have to protect me,” i murmured quietly.

“my mom called me. she begged me to come home one day. i didn’t understand it at first, but she's my mom. i did as i was told. when i got home, she didn’t say anything, just told me to get in the car. i remember thinking to myself ‘what’s got her feeling this way? why is she being ominous with her actions?’ the whole drive, she said nothing,” hoseok said, a distant look in his eyes.

“she ended up pulling over at some park. it was late, so i didn’t recognize it at first. but then i realized what park it was. it was the park we went to as kids. and, again, i kept wondering to myself why she was being enigmatic with her actions. and then she spoke. she said six words and then didn’t speak the rest of the week,” he said, his voice shaken with sadness.

“what did she say?” i asked softly, my voice a mere whisper. hoseok looked up at me, his eyes glazed red.

“your cousin tried to kill herself.”

i felt like the air had come out of my lungs.

it’s funny, people like to talk about your attempts, but nobody ever tells you where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. nobody tells you the pain they feel or the hurt. the anger or the betrayal. they pretend like what they felt didn’t happen to convince themselves it wasn’t real and they could move on. because it didn’t work and you’re alive.

but hearing hoseok tell me about his experience, it stirred something in my heart and i hadn’t felt in a long time.

regret.

“she didn’t even mention if you survived or if you were okay. that’s all she said. and because she was crying, i assumed the worst. i had assumed you died. and it felt like everything in me… stopped working. like, i forgot what it was like to not have you by my side. every… every memory, every laugh. every inside joke. it was like a corny ass film playing at 2x speed in front of me. my mind kept telling itself this can’t be real. she wouldn’t do that to me’. but the longer we sat there and the harder she cried, i couldn’t take it. i jumped out of the car and just started running. i didn’t know where i was going but i just had to run because the car was so suffocating, i thought i was gonna pass out. and i kept asking myself ‘why her? why couldn’t she just talk to me? why didn’t she tell me she was hurting? does she know how much i love her and that i would do anything to keep her here?’ and then i was pissed because i thought you had abandoned me. that you didn’t care about me or your parents or my mom. but then… once i stopped running… i felt bad for you. because i could never imagine the amount of loneliness you must’ve felt thinking the only way to solve this was to end it all,” he said through his compendious recount of that night. i could feel the hurt and regret make its rounds in my heart, forcing my body to follow. it physically ached to hear hobi recall every moment of that night. “i’m sorry,” i cried out, crying into my hands.

“that’s why i hang out with you. that’s why i talk to you. because i don’t want you to feel that kind of loneliness ever again,” he admitted, sniffling. the hurt and regret only further festered and made me cry over hard to the point where i felt like i couldn’t breathe. hoseok stood from his spot, making his way around the island. he stood in front of me, pulling me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist. i hadn’t hugged anyone in years, and the amount of care and love hoseok had emitted through his hug made me cry even more.

“and that’s why i’m so glad you have jungkook. because when i can’t be there, at least he is,” he explained, rubbing small circles in my back.

though my doubt was still heavy, and i felt as if he had an ulterior motive, hoseok’s words comforted me in a way.

jungkook had been nothing but kind, never intrusive or inquisitive about my history or my feelings. he spoke to me because he wanted me to know that he cared.

and for the first time in forever, i felt something else too.

hope.

[baroquebucky]

jealous boy

a/n: it’s four am pls forgive any mistakes also i wrote a lil blurb abt this but idk if i should post what we thinking ?? pls give me feedback it keeps me motivated :-( srry if this is shit lmao

timmy rarely gets jealous

mainly bc theres no situations for him to get jealous

you are always quick to ignore any advances made towards you or timothée is always there to prevent any guy from even attempting to flirt

until you decide to go to a bar w timmy against your will

you had wanted to stay in and watch Star Wars, but alas h convinced you other wise, persuading you to get ready to head out to a new bar he found

“but kylo-” you started and he groaned, mumbling something about how you care more about a fictional character than him.

he grumbled for a couple more seconds before you rolled your eyes and got up to get ready, making him kiss you all over and make him giddy

at first timothée had his arm wrapped around your waist, then he started talking w his hands and let you go

you got lost in conversation and you eventually just left his side completely, wondering around the bar

you sat at the bar, slouching in your seat when a man sat next to you, obviously trying to flirt

timothée kept his eyes on you the whole time, glancing between the director infront of him and you talking with this man

he noticed your small smile forming and he knew you were giggling

his blood fucking boiled, only he made you giggle like that, who the fuck does this guy think he is

He held off from going over, not wanting to be rude to the director he was talking to, but he couldn’t focus when he knew you were laughing with someone who wasn’t him

“I’m sorry but if you’ll excuse me i have to take care of something” he spoke quickly, making quick strides towards you

he calmed himself down on his way over, stopping halfway through, thinking to himself how stupid he was being

until you titled your head back laughing and the guy touched your arm smiling at you

oh no. Timothée felt his nostrils flare and he clenched his jaw, he quickly walked next to you, his eyes glaring at the man

“oh look who decided to remember i existed” you rolled your eyes, decided to be bold

“y/n dont” timothee spoke lowly

“you’re her boyfriend? gotta admit i expected a little more, i mean look at her” the man winked at you, obviously drunk you blushed deeply

“excuse me?” Timothee growled, god if you didn’t stop him he was gonna fucking beat this man up

“I mean she deserves so much better than you! For fucks sake you left her because what? You wanna land a role” he rolled his eyes, timothée clenched his jaw

“y/n i can show you some real fun if you want” he spoke, mainting eye contact with timothee, he knew what he was doing

that’s all it took

timothee grabbed him by the shirt, lifting up to keep eye level with him, timothées eyes were no longer the light color you came to love, rather they were dark and full of rage

“You watch your fucking mouth” he spoke, his fist clenching this mans shirt tightly, his other hand was balled into a fist, nails digging into his palms

“or what? You gonna hurt me? Please you won’t do shit” the mean laughed in timothées face, it didn’t take you long to sober up a bit and realize what was about to happen

Timothée was quick to let the man down and you pressed you gentle hand to his back

He turned to you, eyes dark and face flushed, you could see his muscles flexed through his shirt, his breathing was ragged

“hey let’s go home angel okay?” You spoke softly, you laced your hand through his, your touch calming him

“I knew you wouldn’t do shit, she could do so much better than you” the man laughed from behind you

You screwed your eyes closed “why’d you have to go and say that!” You groaned knowing what timothée was gonna do

In a flash timmy had let go of your hand, his fist landing on the mans face, a not so quiet crack could be heard, everyone becoming quiet as the mans nose started bleeding

“What the fuck did you say?” Timothée spoke, everyone stared in shock, here was the same boy who giggled nervously every other word

Timothée was enraged to say the least, his breathing was rough, eyes dark, muscles flexed and he looked so powerful.

For a second even you were scared to approach him, his stance making him look taller than he was, you quickly grabbed his hand before he could hit the man again, pulling him away quickly

Timothées jaw was still clenched, he held you close to him as you both left, the crowd of people scurrying out of his way, everyone suddenly afraid of angering the curly headed brunette

The cold New York air hit his flushed face and you let out a sigh

Timothée was still shaking in anger, his knuckles slightly red from punching the man

“angel, baby look at me calm down” you spoke softly, timothée only grumbled, pacing back and forth

“Who the fuck does he think he is? Making you giggle? Youre mine” he spoke, his voice low and deep, you had never seen him this angry before

“mon amour relax!” you replied, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into a hug, hoping it would call him down

“can’t believe he had the nerve to even look at you” he spoke, nuzzling his head into your neck, kissing the skin softly

you held him tightly, the wind blowing around the two of you, letting him calm his breathing

“I’m sorry amoureuse i didn’t mean to ignore you, i just got caught up and-” he began, you quickly shut him up, placing your lips on is.

it was a quick but passionate kiss, lasting only a couple seconds but the two of you pulled away breathless

you gave him a soft smile which he returned, grinning shyly

“that was kinda hot im not gonna lie” you mumbled under your breath, it wasn’t unnoticed by timothée, seeing as though he pulled you along faster to your car, racing home, adrenaline pumping

timothée rarely got jealous, but when he did it sure was a sight for sore eyes

[merakiui]

You got any yandere hcs of the boys before we start. Im an yandere obsessed anon who lives and brreaths reading this shit and I wanna know how fucked we can get

(Here you go, wonderful anon! I’ll post yandere hcs for the other teams soon. I’d also like to post yandere fics for these boys, but I’m not sure if anyone’s interested. >-< I’ve got two sitting in my drafts, though!)

Yandere Morning and Day Teams

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 TW: (yandere) unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, mentions of kidnapping/captivity, gas-lighting, starvation, abuse

Morning Team (Mane)

🧩 Ghilley 🧩

Ghilley is definitely a stalker. He’ll be in your shadow whether you like it or not. Nothing escapes his watchful gaze, so it’s important that your enemies choose their words around you.

He’s already skilled at sneaking around, so he’ll use that to his advantage. Popping in to give you a spook, showing up when you’re out with someone else, and even when you think you’re alone.

He’ll follow you if he thinks you’re going to get yourself into trouble again. His poor manager just has a habit of attracting bad people. Just let Ghilley handle all those vengeful spirits. You won’t have to lift a finger!

If anyone gives you problems, tell Ghilley and that issue will be solved in no time. And if you get curious and ask him what happened, he’ll just shrug the question off in a playful manner.

His behavior is unpredictable, so you never know what he does in his spare time. Truthfully, Ghilley’s either watching you or he’s playing a few tricks on those who bothered you. They’ll remember not to mess with you if they’re given a permanent fright.

You won’t notice what’s going on until everyone starts to keep their distance. Friends will make up excuses so they won’t have to hang out with you, and those who might’ve had some romantic interest in you have cut communication altogether.

When you’re feeling down, Ghilley will swoop in to cheer you up. You start to normalize your relationship with him because it’s all you currently know. No one else is willing to talk to you, so you can only rely on him.

Ghilley knows it must hurt to be alone, but it’s the only way he can have you to himself. So he’s willing to bury his pain if it means he’ll get to console you.

He wouldn’t hurt you, but he might remind you every now and then that he’s the only one who hasn’t abandoned you yet.

Yet. A word that’s become part of his daily vocabulary. A word that reminds you of the fact that he could leave you one day.

☀️ Ell ☀️

He shouldn’t feel these emotions to begin with. It’s almost...dirty, in a way. Almost like he’s sinning.

He’s not doing anything bad, though. Loving you was what got him kicked out of Heaven in the first place, but that’s not entirely evil in itself. At first, he assumed Cupid’s Arrow was the one to blame for these lovey-dovey feelings, but it’s not Cupid’s job to foster obsession among former angels.

He doesn’t recognize how suffocating his presence truly is. You’d probably have to tell him to back off before he stops sticking by your side, and even if you did something like that it’d make Ell incredibly sad. Without realizing it, he’ll start to guilt-trip you. 

“I’m sorry, Manager! You just looked like you could use some company. I... I can leave you alone if that’s what you want. You might think I’m annoying and—achoo!”

Nowadays, he’s been sneezing a lot, but the idea that his love for you is what’s causing all of this never crosses his mind. He just can’t wrap his head around that. Why would love, a pure, wonderful feeling, make him sneeze?

Under that smile of his are a dozen worries. He’s afraid he’ll chase you away or that you’ll stop liking him. Ell would feel crushed if that ever happened, so all of his energy goes into appeasing you.

He’ll show up unannounced at your office with your favorite snacks, follow you around the campus, and talk to you about literally anything. He could ramble about the grass if it means you’ll spare him your time.

Ell doesn’t really know the meaning of jealousy or hatred. Having been an angel once, he’s not used to negativity. He doesn’t necessarily feel extreme envy, nor does he hate any of the Reapers, but he does sulk about it.

It’s hard to say when he got obsessed. Perhaps it was when you first met and you mistook him for your own guardian angel. Despite the fact that he’s not an angel anymore, Ell likes the sound of that.

It’s a guardian angel’s job to care for and protect humans, so surely you won’t mind if he stays glued to you like a fungus. After all, it’s harmless, happy Ell! You’ve got nothing to worry about!

🐴 Jamie 🐴

Jamie is so strong it’s scary. Good luck trying to beat him in a fight if you ever attempt an escape.

He seems so innocent and kind on the outside, always willing to lend a hand when you’re struggling with Non-Non. If he’s being honest, he likes doing chores with you. It almost feels like the both of you are working on a farm together in the desolate outdoors. Just you, him, sprawling farmland, and no civilization in sight. How cute is that?

No one suspects he's obsessed until they look beyond that soft appearance of his. His gaze will linger to the point where it’s creepy, and he’ll smile while he watches you work.

He’ll get better at technology and city life so he’ll have something else to chat about whenever it’s just you and him.

If he finds out that you’re interested in something, he’ll try his best to learn more about it. Oh, you mentioned a new movie that’s been released in the human world? Maybe he’ll have to see it for himself. Did you want to try a new pastry from your favorite bakery? Jamie will buy it for you, so you should go with him!

He’s reliable, kind, and helpful—surely you’ll fall for those qualities. If not, he’ll find another way. After all, there’s a saying that goes ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way,’ and it’s not like he’ll give up anytime soon.

Jamie likes to imagine a comfortable life with you on the farm. Both of you will tend to the land and the animals, you’ll always have fresh crops, and you'll be together forever. It’s an ideal fantasy, but if you’re not willing he might just have to lock you up in the stables. 

Jamie doesn’t fret over potential rivals. If he was able to silence the thugs in his neighborhood, a few pesky humans are nothing.

He’ll get flustered when you say anything nice to him. It really warms his heart to be at the receiving end of your caring words.

And it’s even better when you're accepting his suffocating love. You’ll find that the bed is much softer than the stable. Just don’t push him too far. Sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength, and your bones can only take so much pressure.

💋 Licht 💋

Licht didn’t think he’d find his soulmate so soon! Whether you click or not, Licht certainly feels a special connection. He’s going to flirt with you no matter what.

It’s up to you whether you respond to his playful advances, but if you decide to humor him be prepared to have this man all over you. If you’re returning his playful gestures and remarks, it must mean something!

Licht lives for storybook romance. There’s something so lovely about sweeping his true love off of their feet, so he’d like to woo you in traditional ways. He’ll gift you your favorite candies, give you a bouquet of flowers, and buy you cute trinkets that remind him of you.

He takes note of what you wear and whether or not you put on a perfume/cologne on certain days. He’ll memorize your fashion style and then try to match it with his own. Licht’s happy whenever the two of you conveniently match outfits. It’s almost like you’re a couple.

He’ll probably spray his own cologne on your clothes if he ever gets a hold of them. You’ll wonder where this new scent came from, and Licht will be over the moon if you decide to leave it as it is.

Licht will invite you on dates under the guise that the two of you are just hanging out as friends. Lo and behold, his real motive is to act like your boyfriend. If you aren’t careful, he might just go around telling strangers that you’re his partner.

He’s always touching you in some way. Sometimes it’s an arm around your waist or his hands are on your shoulders. To some, it’s just his affectionate personality, but to you it’s completely suffocating.

Whenever he holds your hand, it almost feels like he’s daring you to try. Like he wants you to run off and get a taste of the scary world so that he can come in to save you like a true prince.

He hopes that enough flirting will have you confessing. All of these romantic gestures have got to count for something!

Despite this, Licht wants to believe you love him as much as he loves you. Tricking himself is easy, but convincing you is going to be a challenge.

Day Team (Die)

🎹 Theo 🎹

Theo’s harbored some dark thoughts ever since he witnessed you and Nine in the storage room, happily playing the piano like a pair of friends. Like a pair of lovers.

Theo can’t stand it when the others are around you, especially if they have ill-intent. Whenever he takes care of bullies or vengeful spirits, he’s got this dead look on his face. It’s devoid of any feeling, and his eyes are filled with silent anger. It’s a stare that does more than curse; it could probably kill.

He’s rather clingy, always insisting that he accompany you to and from your destinations. If you decline, he’ll just smile and act polite. But if he finds out that you decided to go with someone else...

Theo wants to be the only one in your life. Everyone else is just a worthless germ that needs to be scrubbed away. If they linger around you for too long, he worries you’ll become infected.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but sometimes you need to learn a lesson. If you’re so picky about eating the food he so graciously went out and purchased, then maybe you don’t deserve to eat at all. Not until you warm up to his cooking, that is.

He’s willing to do anything for you in order to appear perfect. If you were to tell him to shoulder your workload, he’d do it without a single complaint. If you wanted him to watch paint dry, he’d do it with his head full of you.

All he ever thinks about is you. Sure, his mind flits from June to new recipes to the piano every now and then, but it always seems to settle on you in the end.

What did you eat for breakfast? Did you get enough sleep? Would you like something to drink? Where are you going with Youssef? Why is Nine getting close to you? Why aren’t you looking at him?

Theo will know everything about you in time. Whether you like it or not, he’s going to unearth every detail he can. Even mundane habits you don’t pay attention to. Before you know what’s happening, Theo’s got your schedule memorized thoroughly.

He holds no remorse for those who get in his way. As sweet and disarming as he may seem to those around him, Theo’s wicked behind closed doors. That spell book of his has no business gathering all this dust.

🌹 Louis 🌹

Everyone assumes Louis has no interest in anyone other than himself, so it’s a surprise when he starts to give you more attention than normal.

His compliments start getting personal and they still don’t make sense. Just the other day, you were trudging through the hall, dead-tired, when Louis passed you. He stopped, smiled, and said, “Thy radiance outshines the brightest of stars!”

He’s always energetic like that, so it’s not like his behavior is particularly strange. But he spends more time flattering you than himself. His main priority isn’t his beautiful face anymore.

You deserve the world. Why hasn’t anyone given it to you yet? Fear not because Louis is determined to give you everything you could ever want. He’s a prince, after all, so it’s only fair that you sit upon the throne with him.

There’s no room for anyone else in this relationship. It’s just you and him. If you were to leave him, his heart would shatter! Sadness has never been a good fit on Louis, and you know how much he cares for his appearance. So you’ll do him a favor and stay so he won’t wilt like a rose, right?

It’s almost like he lives off of you. You’re his sunlight, water, and fresh air. Any less of your attention and he’s sighing dramatically. Won’t you be a dear and cheer him up? After all, it’s not every day you see Louis so upset.

He doesn’t want you to hate him. If you do, Louis will just ignore your hurtful feelings. He’s got more than enough love to go around. Surely that’ll convince you that he means no harm.

You’ll be treated like royalty, and everyone else is a mere peasant. Sure, Louis can say that he treasures everyone, but some people just aren’t worth his time.

Naturally, a prince deserves the finest, and he won’t settle for anyone who isn’t you.

So don’t fret! Those chains are only temporary, and once you show him some hospitality he’s willing to ease up on his restrictions. Although his sense of freedom is rather cracked.

♞ Ethan ♞

Ethan is a tough case. He hardly shows his emotions, so it’s difficult to determine how he’s feeling. He’ll never show any hostility towards you, though. It’s nothing but warmth and kindness.

When it comes to the others, he’ll give them the cold shoulder and a few cruel remarks. His patience tends to wear thin when he sees people bothering you.

Ethan’s like a hawk. He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you’re staying out of trouble and he’ll swoop in as soon as something unsavory happens.

He’ll treat you like a glass figurine that’s always on the verge of breaking. At some point, he becomes your unofficial knight in a way. He’s willing to defend you by all means necessary, so everyone else should back off if they know what’s best for them.

At first, he scorned these feeble emotions for getting in the way of his stony resolve, but now he’s come to accept them.

It’s impossible to deter him from his motives. Once he’s got his mind set, he won’t change it. After all, everything he does is completely intentional.

He’ll just stare at you while you struggle in those bindings. If you were smart, you’d just accept your fate and act docile, but Ethan’s not a fool. He’ll keep you bound for as long as it takes.

You can try to reason with him, but nothing ever works. No matter how sweet the deal may seem, he never agrees to any of it.

Ethan will take care of you while you’re adjusting to a permanent life with him. You won’t go a day without a bath, healthy meals, or a lack of sleep. If Ethan says you’ll bathe, you’ll bathe. If he says you’ll eat, you’ll eat. His word are practically law.

Despite his harsh rules, he’s not that hard on you. He’d never lay a hand upon you, nor will you find yourself at the end of his sharpened sword. As long as you fall into a pleasant routine with little complaint, he’ll be happy.

💥 June 💥

June doesn’t realize his feelings for you are unhealthy. He just thinks they’re a natural part of life! Everyone falls in love at some point, right? So you can’t blame him when he’s doing everything he can to spend more time with you.

Your paperwork will never get done because June wants you to watch him while he trains. He’ll even show you his workout routine, hoping you’ll agree to train with him one day.

He’s one of the Reapers who doesn’t get jealous much. Unless someone’s really trying to get him to snap—which doesn’t happen often. But in the event that he does feel envious, he’ll frown a bit, his voice won’t be at its usual loudness, and he’ll sulk.

Immediately perks up the moment you give him any attention. He practically lives off of your reactions and has no problem announcing that to everyone.

June will remain loyal to you no matter what! Nothing can separate the two of you, and he’s convinced himself that you feel exactly the same. If you’re always smiling, it must mean that you accept his feelings! So then why have you started acting awkward when he continues to ramble passionately about how much he admires your strength and persistence?

Try to leave him and he’ll be so heartbroken. June won’t know how to react! Why would you want to leave? He’s never done anything that would warrant this kind of behavior. Maybe he just needs to give you more affection.

Bright and early, he’s knocking on your dorm with a huge grin. “Manager, the sun hasn’t risen yet, but that doesn’t mean we should wait for it! Let’s train hard today! Haha!”

June loves protecting you. Whenever he saves you from danger, he feels like a hero in those action movies he loves so much. Anyone would love to get saved by someone who’d die for them! This sort of loyalty will have you falling for him in no time.

And if it doesn’t, he can just create a few perilous scenarios. What you don’t know can’t kill you, right?

You’re his soulmate, so there’s no way he’d give you up in his afterlife.

[dessarious]

Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt74

Inspired by @ozmav​ Maribat AU

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Chloe watched the great Bruce Wayne walk away in a bit of a daze with an amused smile on her face. She wondered how long it would take him to process what happened. The ping pong effect between Mari’s wide eyed innocent sweetness and Chloe’s obnoxious snobbery had an extremely high success rate, as long as they didn’t try to use it on Sabine. That had been a nightmare the one time they’d attempted it.

“That was impressive. Remind me to call you if I ever need anything from him no questions asked.” She heard Marinette giggle behind her and turned her attention to Barbara Gordon. Chloe had mixed feelings about the woman but couldn’t figure out why. It felt sort of like when she’d been jealous of Marinette when they were little, but that didn’t make any sense.

“We’d be happy to help, if for no other reason than to keep sharp.” Chloe just rolled her eyes at Mari's words. Like she could ever not be sharp.

“And it’s fun to mess with one of the most powerful men in the world. Granted I’m not sure anything will top the Superman incident.” They all laughed but Chloe could tell her’s was forced. Judging by the way Mari’s hold tightened she heard it too. She really needed to pull herself together.

“Yes, I have to say that was a treat to watch. You might have to put him in his place again, especially if you show up in a wheelchair. I definitely wouldn’t recommend this approach though.” She gestured to the two of them and Chloe felt her hackles rise. How dare she… Mari tightened her hold again and Chloe realized she was glaring.

“Well, Tikki couldn’t heal me, but when I’m transformed she can make up for the connections that were lost so I’ll be able to walk. I’m sure it’s better that way given how some of the Justice League already views us. But when I’m not transformed this is definitely my preferred mode of transportation.” Chloe actually had to stop herself from purring at that statement. There were certain times she really hated Plagg’s influence. Then again, Marinette thought it was cute so…

“Hmm, that will certainly make things less complicated. Much as I hate to say it, some of the members are rather… set in their ways.” Chloe let out a derisive snort.

“They’re assholes.” She felt more than heard Marinette’s hum of agreement. Barbara just shrugged her assent.

“So how are you adjusting?” They started talking about the little bit Marinette had noticed so far and Barbara was telling her about her own experiences and what she could expect. Chloe listened trying to figure out what she’d be able to do to help and make Mari’s transition easier. The fact that she was so positive was good and bad. It meant she’d be less likely to fall into a depression, but it also meant she was very good at hiding how she felt around other people. She’d have to be more vigilant than normal for a while to make sure Mari didn’t try to take on too much by herself.

“For now I’ll probably be staying at the hotel with Chloe until we figure everything out. There’s really no way the bakery can be made accessible. I mean, my room is accessed by a trap door and my bed is a loft so obviously that won’t work. I’m just glad that it shouldn’t affect my designing too much. There will be a few things that will be harder, and I may need to have someone else take measurements for me but for the most part I don’t need my legs.” Yep, there was that disturbingly persistent positivity.

“Design?” Chloe eyed Diana Prince warily as she walked up to them. She hadn’t been at the first meeting but Plagg had filled her in in detail. Even knowing that she’d taken their side and Mari didn’t hold a grudge, she was still cautious.

“Yes, Marinette just revealed herself to the public as the designer behind Functional Fashion. She’s incredibly talented.” Chloe could hear her default haughty tone but decided to ignore it. Marinette was a big deal and deserved to be treated as such, and it was her job to make sure that happened.

“Yes, I think I remember hearing about that. Didn’t the Queen of Fashion basically do a hit article on you?” Chloe winced at the reminder. Her mother had been extremely vindictive. As good as standing up to her had felt she had to wonder if it was worth the cost.

“Yes well, my mother doesn’t take well to people who turn her down. Luckily Marinette isn’t in the world of high fashion at the moment.” She still felt guilty about it though. Because of her Marinette might never have the option to be in that world.

“Your mother is the Queen of Fashion and she trashed your girlfriends reputation in the industry? Wow, that’s….” Barbara seemed at a loss.

“That’s my mother.” Her tone was flat and she felt Mari lean even further into her back. It was so nice to have someone she could really talk to about it. Even though her girlfriend hated her mother, she never told Chloe how she should feel. Diana cleared her throat.

“Well I do have an ulterior motive for being here to meet you. My mother would like to extend an invitation to you both to visit Themyscira, whenever you’re free to do so. She’s really looking forward to speaking with the new Miraculous holders.” Chloe could only blink at her for a moment, when she looked to Marinette her face was blank as well. How were you supposed to respond to something like that? Mari shook herself out of her stupor.

“That’s an amazing honor. We’ll have to talk it over and find a time but we’d love to go.” Chloe nodded at Mari’s questioning look. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she’d be going with the most important person in her life, of course she wanted to do it.

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Always Enough- Peter Parker x Reader

Okay so this imagine was an anon request that I had previously posted, but I accidentally deleted. I didn't mean to, so here’s a re-upload. Happy finals & sorry my dumbass clicked the wrong button on tumblr mobile because im stupid

Summary (bc the request deleted w/ the post): The reader realizes she had been neglecting Peter because she was stressed over school. Peter thinks there might be another reason because she has become distant. Confrontation and angst follows!

Word count: 2, 360

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Finals were a killer, especially for a nursing major like yourself. The stress of it all made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Cry for hours until you couldn't cry no more. 

But that wasn't an option. What you dreamed of becoming, something simple, yet incredibly difficult, was growing out of reach. Your hours of studying had led you nowhere, only to barely tangible grades. Grades that were barely above average. You were disappointed, discouraged, and running out of options.

What else would you do with your life? Becoming a nurse was the only thing you had ever wanted to be, it was all you knew. Ever since aliens rained in the sky, your only motive was to help the ones who couldn't help themselves. But how could you ever hope to do that when you couldn't pass biochem?

What didn't help your anxious mind was the house you had to stress over, and your minimum wage restaurant job that didn't add to your required expertise. Tears welled in your eyes as you remembered you had to lay a payment down on your ever-increasing student loans. Maybe college wasn't for you. Perhaps it was never meant to be. Your summer money was running out and fast.

Just breathe. You repeated. I don't have time to cry.

You could cry after you studied. And right now, you had barely glanced at your flashcards for more than ten minutes. It seemed like you were paralyzed, sitting in bed with your flashcards scattered around you, all of them laid out and waiting for involvement.

Just as you were about to pick up the first card, your phone buzzed beside you. Instinctively, you glanced at it, your heart dropping when you saw Peter's name flash across the screen.

Date. You had a date night, and you forgot.

"Fuck!" You cursed out loud, the tears you had tried so hard to control seeming to burst over your eyelids. How could you forget?

Peter: I'll be there in 15 minutes :D

You replied immediately, glancing at yourself in the phone's reflection. You looked terrible and distraught beyond compare.

Y/N: Peter…im so sorry I forgot, i'm not ready

Peter: oh

Y/N: i have a huge exam soon, maybe its for the best that we rain check? i'm sorry I know ive done this before but im really stressed about it

Peter: we havent talked for days, y/n, i think theres more going on than what youre telling me

Y/N: what? of course not wtf

Peter: im coming over anyways, ill be there soon

Y/N: why?

Peter: we have to talk.

Your heart dropped down to your stomach. Those words were what you had been dreading, and all focus you had managed to gather vanished into thin air. You knew you had been neglecting Peter's affections. Even if every fiber in your being wanted to make him the single most important thing in your life.

It had been almost a week since you'd seen him, and honestly, it was painful in the most innocent way.

But Peter didn't have to worry like you did. He was gifted and already had his entire life ahead of him, set in the middle of Stark industries. But you never asked for a handout, you never asked for help. Even though you knew he was the smartest young man around. You were proud to be his, and the thought of that disappearing was more detrimental to you that failing your upcoming exam.

Y/N: ok, front door is open

Tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point. You had been with Peter for over a year and had gone without seeing him for longer, but he was right. This time was different. This was the third date you had canceled without wanting to, but sometimes apologizing wasn't enough. Peter deserved a lengthy explanation of what you were really going through.

You were so used to holding back your emotions, that times like this were an occasional reoccurrence. You had always been so afraid of unloading your burdens onto others that you still sometimes forgot that having a boyfriend came with that perk. He was still going to love and cherish you if you asked for help and advice. Hell, you needed to realize that he wanted to.

That was a factor of why you were so in love with Peter. He always listened, and sometimes, even push the truth out of you when he could tell you needed it.

"You're already crying, huh." A sad smile was on Peter's face as he opened the door. His sudden appearance startled you, and you managed to chuckle despite the circumstances.

"You know me." You sniffled, immediately embarrassed by the state he had caught you in. Instinctively, you brushed your hair to the side and dabbed the tears from under your eyes. You could feel the remnants of Make-up drying to your skin.

"I didn't mean to ruin your study-"

"But we need to talk." You finished, shoving your school supplies to the edge of the bed. You made enough room, so he was able to sit comfortably.

Slightly embarrassed, you kept your gaze averted as best as you could. Just Peter's presence made your heart flutter, and a part of you was trying to prepare for the worst. You might really lose him this time. And for what? Yes, school was incredibly important, so, so important. But so was Peter, and you needed to find a balance.

Your silence was enough to beckon Peter's thoughts into the open.

"I just need to make sure you're still serious… about us." His voice was soft as if it was struggling to stay neutral.

Finally, gaining the courage to look at him, you locked eyes. Peter's gaze was heavy and forthcoming, and it took all of your willpower to swallow the knot in your throat.

"Of course, I am." The conviction was entirely evident in your tone. So much so, that Peter fell silent. His accusations seemed to die in his throat, but he knew that if he didn't get them out now, they would creep back to him later.

"It's hard to tell sometimes," Peter muttered, unable to gaze at your confused expression. You looked so hurt.

Your silence beckoned him to continue.

"I haven't properly talked with you in a week. You've canceled our last three dates… it seems like you never want to hang out with me anymore."

Peter winced. He was a grown man, and he sounded like a child. Yet, he had let so many things slide, hoping you would come around, hoping you would make it up to him. Perhaps he had been selfish to only think of himself in the relationship. He failed to realize that maybe in attempts to please him, you were putting your own future on the line. 

"I know you're going through a lot, but you can't even seem to talk about it." Peter's shoulders felt tense, his eyebrows knitting together in an agitated expression. His leg was bouncing up and down uncontrollably. He looked like he was about to burst.

"I'm sorry." You said, trying to swallow the knot in your throat. Pausing, you tried to gather your thoughts into cohesive sentences that would soothe his anxious mind.

"There's nobody else, right?" He suddenly blurted, actually turning his head to look at you. Insecurity was glazed in his eyes for the first time.

"Why would you even think that?" You said, startled. The question felt as if he had shoved your head underwater and held it there just long enough for you to choke on the liquid.

His expression was blank for the first time. Vulnerability at its finest. "My life isn't perfect, you know. I overthink just like you. I need reassurance."

Peter was so calm, so calm that it worried you. Though you were already afraid of how this conversation would go, it hurt you to realize that this conversation was the result of your actions. You failed to make Peter feel special like you had promised. Like he had promised you. Relationships go both ways, and for the last couple of weeks, it had only gone one.

"No, Peter. There will never be anyone else."

He sighed, relaxing slightly. "You've been acting weird. I don't really know what to think."

"I told you a billion times, I'm studying. After work, that's literally all I do. And I need to focus."

"I feel like there's more. It feels weird to not see a text from you when I wake up. It feels weird to not hear your voice. I don't… I don't like it, Y/N. Even if that's selfish."

And selfish it was. Peter expected you to be transparent while he was hiding possibly the biggest secret in the world. Maybe that was why he was so worried about how much you loved him. Peter wanted to be honest with you. He wanted you to know he was spider-man, but right now, he still couldn't bring himself to. Perhaps he was looking for a reason.

"I'm sorry." Your hands were clenched in your lap. "I've never had to deal with this before. Everything is so new, even if we've been together for a year. I've never cared about anyone like this, and I can't manage my time."

Peter paused as if every word in this conversation pained him to no end. His eyes were glossy, his mind unclear. He was desperately trying to understand why you were isolating himself. "You can't make any time for me?"

"That's the thing, I can't focus on anything else when I'm with you." Your lip quivered. "And that's a problem."

"It's not for me." He said quickly. "I make time for you, and you don't for me. And you need to tell me why."

You glanced away, embarrassed. No matter what you said, the reason wouldn't be good enough. You were just a bad girlfriend.

Peter reached his hand out and pulled you to him. You rested your chin upon his shoulder, soothed to feel his warmth once again. "You need to tell me, Y/N. We've made it work for this long, and all of a sudden, it stopped."

Your body started to shake. Trying to muffle your sob, you brought your hand to your mouth. It was all too much.

"-You have your whole life together, Peter. I have nothing, I still have to work for it. I'm not as smart as you, I'm-"and that's when the tears started to flow. It was a literal flood, tear after tear poured over your eyelids until they were bloodshot, until pressure pounded through your head.

Before you could finish, your face was pressed against Peter's chest. He held you tightly, his sweatshirt dabbing up your tears of sorrow. You gripped tightly to him, releasing the stress that had been building up inside of you for the last two weeks.

He did not know what else to do. Showing you that he loved you seemed like the most viable option. Sometimes all you had to do was listen, and that was enough.

"I got a bad grade on my midterm exam, one that I didn't study for because I spent my time with you—I thought-"

"Shh." He stroked your hair, understanding what you meant without a complete explanation.

"I work so hard, and it's never enough-"

"It's always enough, Y/N."

"I got so caught up in it that I neglected you in the process. So much so that you thought I was cheating on you" you inhaled sharply, whimpering against him, so many different emotions swirling through your mind. "You're the best thing in my life, and I put you second…"

"Look at me, Y/N." He cupped your cheeks in a swift movement, forcing you to look at him through tear-filled eyes. "You are enough for me. That's why I bothered to have this conversation with you. That's why I care." He pressed his lips against your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, Peter." You tilted your head up to kiss him wholly on the lips. You were a mess, but Peter had always told you that you looked beautiful when you cried.

"Rosy cheeks." He whispered, patting down your hair, inhaling your scent, and appreciating the beauty you constantly radiated.

You chuckled, sniffling loudly. Peter always said that after you had a successful mental break down, your cheeks brandished a rosy shade.

"Shut up." You whispered, tightening your grip around his torso. His back fell against your bed, and you shifted to lay completely on top of him. The firmness of his chest underneath you caused instant relaxation, instant relief. Maybe, just maybe, being in his presence was enough to get rid of the stress from everyday life.

The corners of your eyes were raw and red, yet it complimented your shade. Peter vowed from the moment he had met you, that he would never let any harm come to you. The last thing Peter had ever expected was that he might be the reason, instead of the world.

At least, for now, he had the power to fix it. You were the love of his life, and he had never felt so gratified to be in anyone else's presence.

Peter's fingers traced light, small circles on your back. He could hear your heartbeat slow. The softness of your finger against his was enough to help him close his eyes.

He was at peace, real peace for the first time in weeks.

"We need to remind ourselves to talk about shit more." You mumbled sleepy, almost inaudible. "So this doesn't happen again, because I hate it."

"Me too, babe." He whispered, content with watching you rise and fall in sync with his breathing.

"I couldn't bear to lose you."

[nathalie-sancoeur-assistant]

Emilie Agreste

(Note, I do NOT remember if I have made an in-depth post on this before and if I have my apologies but I want to put this out there)

Okay so I know I say that I hope Emilie is going to be a villain but this is my OFFICIAL post on it, and I'm going to call it right here, right now, in front of everyone, that Emilie Agreste is not only going to be a villain, but she's going to be a force to be reckoned with (I mean, you can't just have the main-bad of the series NOT be ruthless, cunning and hard to beat, right?)

She's going to be charming. How else would she get Gabriel Agreste to fall for her and practically worship the ground she walks on if he's going to not only tear Paris to shreds for her, but risk the life of, most likely, his only friend in the world and one true ally, Nathalie Sancoeur?

Lemme take some time to break this down okay. Now I've spent a lot of time on this, didn't even initially type it out on Tumblr, mkay? I took this baby to sticky notes on my laptop.

First we gotta look at Adriens past just to get a feel for the type of person she was.

Adrien spent his childhood alone, isolated from other people, homeschooled, sheltered beyond whats normal or, even what can be considered extreme and his social life....well, it wasn't even dead, because something that never existed can't die. His only friend was, of all people, the bratty, entitled, snobbish and selfish person we know of as Chloe Bougeoirs (not to anger any Chloe fans out there, she has her pros and cons and I know its a result of a bad childhood as well, but she still uses people, manipulates them and hurts others purposefully to get attention and I don't care how bad of a childhood you've had, that's not okay and she needs to mature because at this rate she's going to stay an ignorant child for as long as she lives). Now, any normal parent might want their kid to have someone their age who was a good influence- and Chloe probably would have benefitted from Adriens present if he wasn't such a...for lack of a better word, a pushover. The poor boy didn't know what friendship was until Nino came about, before that his expectations were probably very low and he had nothing to compare it to. He was isolated for 14 years. Socially, he's dumb as a pickle and it's not his fault. He fits the perfect stereotype that people who are homeschooled are socially inept. So really, his nature as a pushover is a direct result of his upbringing- he doesn't know how wrong it is sometimes.

Now tell me, what kind of decent parent- especially one that needs their child to be able to put on a good image- would be okay with this? They might think "Oh he has Chloe" but I can guarantee you as they got older they could see more and more how bratty Chloe was getting and what a terrible influence she could be on their son- so why did they not attempt to help him socialize? It's not impossible for homeschooled kids to socialize and have a bunch of friends. There are libraries, parks, churches, social gatherings, community events, etc. that you can bring your homeschooled child to for a healthy dose of social interaction with the possibility of making friends- and with how well off these guys are you know darn well they could have gotten him to one at least once a week. Why go to so much effort to keep your kid behind closed doors? It has serious psychological effects that I'm sure people who are smart enough to get so far would know about. Heck you don't even have to be smart to know it- human beings are social creatures, even if some of us are introverted as heck and never want to leave our house, we still need human interaction otherwise we will get sick in some way shape or form. Emilie had a huge say in Adrien's upbringing and could have easily gotten him out of the house- and the reason I say she had a huge role is because, as soon as she was gone, Gabriel started doing what Nathalie suggested. This man relies on the women in his life to help raise his kid, because he knows he's not good at parenting to a certain degree. He trusted that Emilie, as Adrien's mother, would be able to know what was best and likely went along with it because "She'll know what to do. She's his mother and I trust her. If she says it's what is best, then it's whats best and it's what I want." But then as SOON as she was gone, he didn't have that to fall back on and in comes Nathalie, the second best thing. She knows Adrien, she's helped raise him. She's been around for a long time, surely not all her suggestions are going to be wrong. So he goes along with it. (And note while I stated that SEEMINGLY as fact, it was less FACT and more OBSERVATION on my part. I could be wrong! But based off what I've seen and my own intuition, this is how I PERSONALLY have interpreted the situation). But to clarify- no decent mother is going to allow their child to be so out-of-touch. Its perfectly normal to want to protect them but when its to that degree....something just isn't sitting right. (Not saying that Gabriel is off the hook! He could have influence if he wanted too! He has the power to step in and say no- but he doesn't. He does deserve to be shamed for it, just don't forget that EMILIE IS NOT PERFECT)

Now we move on to her personality. We don't know a lot about it, at least we haven't been directly told, but at one point in Simon Says it is insinuated that she had a temper. What a strange first thing to reveal about how she acted, when she's supposedly the ideal mother and woman? (My own personal opinion is that she is going to have that temper, and be bold, intelligent, strong, cunning, charming, and eventually shown to be ruthless, but that is ONLY because I feel that those are traits that accompany a main villain well. I'm not saying that for a fact and I could be COMPLETELY wrong- I thought Duusu was going to be a bitter bipolar ball of sass but from the small clip we've seen she's sweet as a strawberry. So don't take this as fact, PLEASE.) What a strange trait to put any amount of emphasis on for someone painted as ideally as her.

Also- why was she interested in the Miraculous? She knew about them, we know that for a fact, because she gave Gabriel the book. She, I believe, is the one who started this whole miraculous endeavor. I mean, Gabriel by himself I doubt would have any interest in traveling completely out of the country on some off-chance that these so called "magical trinkets" might exist, would he? That doesn't sound like him to me. Not something he'd partake in by himself. Not to mention, we know the miraculous are directly tied to her coma, and without any villains to fight, why on Earth would she be using the peacock miraculous so much? I don't recall it ever being confirmed but we all basically assume it's canon now that Emilie is in a coma because of the damaged miraculous. What on EARTH could she have been doing that required her to use the broken of their two miraculous so frequently? And not even cause any past of sentimonsters in the city (we know that because of how surprised everyone is about the sentimonsters beforehand, how even Ladybug questioned it when we first saw one) And in the end, the book was her last gift to Gabriel. It was hers, not theirs, hers. So that leads me to question- did Gabriel even know about the book until Emilie gave it to him? And if that's the case, why would she wait until she was THAT sick to give it to him? Something just feels off about that.

Now we go on to think about everything Gabriel says when he talks to her. Now there have been MULTIPLE episodes, I can't give exact quotes or even tell you what episodes they were, where Gabriel said something about ruling the world...yeah nah someone like him isn't interested in governing a world of idiots, I've heard that that was simply bad translation and we can also just chalk it up to him getting carried away and less referring to actual world-domination and more just showing exactly how much power he'll have if/when he gets his hands on those miraculous and make his wish. But Gabriel has said things about "promises" they made and "Righting their mistakes"- there is obviously more going on here than meets the eye. There has BEEN more going on here than meets the eye since day one. And we're still in the dark as to the Agreste's full story. Obviously Gabriel and Emilie have made mistakes and his goal isn't just to wish her back, but I'm going to say to potentially wish away the very mistake that caused the miraculous to be broken and Emilie to go comatose in the first place. Perhaps there's more to it but that seems like the most logical route to me. Again, we don't know the full story yet, which just leaves open so many questions and leaves Emilie up to even more suspicion. What was she doing that needs wished away? What broke the peacock miraculous? What did they promise each other?( I think I've mentioned that before and someone said Astruc addressed it or something but I digress, unless I hear something solid and concrete disproving it Im going to wonder about it forever. )

It's been insinuated I believe that the whole reason Gabriel became Hawkmoth was BECAUSE he wanted to bring Emilie back and right those past wrongs. His whole motivation to keep going could be that once he gets those miraculous and changes the past, he will never have had to have even become Hawkmoth in the first place and therefore his current actions don't matter so long as he succeeds and erases that part of his life completely. The ENTIRE REASON he became the supervillain Hawkmoth is because of his wife. And if he succeeds he could potentially wipe it all away and have a clean slate at the expense of someone else taking his place, of course. That may be what he is relying on to keep himself going and justifying his actions for all we know. People didn't know about Hawkmoth before origins, they were all surprised, so that's more proof that...he wasn't really Hawkmoth until his wife fell ill.

Not to mention all the symbolism we see. In Adrien's post on Instagram with Nathalie helping him with his homework, we see Nathalie, working hard to be of service to the Agreste child and fill the role of a mother while his biological mother's portrait, in all its "perfect" glory (Also a picture that clearly idolizes her, making her look almost like some sort of Goddess) sits blurry in the background...watching. That is the best example I have right now but if anyone else has more, feel free to let me know! I'm sure there are plenty of things here I forgot to mention that can be addressed, and if anyone thinks of any, PLEASE, send an ask my way and feel free to discuss it. But this has been my argument, and official "called it!" post on how Emilie is not all she's cracked up to be.

Also a side note- I'm also calling Gabriel succeeding. I believe he's gonna get the miraculous. Its just the twist the show needs, the 'bad guys' for once seeming to win, but they're all pawns in Emilie's game....that last line may be a bit drastic but Im not going to say I don't believe it to some degree.

[are-you-jungood]

Hoodie Chapter 2

Shownu X Reader

Author’s Note:

Ya’ll can re-blog, just please don’t re-post somewhere else! If you do, at least credit me (please and thank you)!

Brief recap:

 Putting your sandwich down, you fish the tomato off of your shirt only to be greeted with a giant red and yellow stain. Knowing full well no dry napkin would fix the damage that had been done here, you sprinted to the nearest bathroom, making sure the few people who were still in the office weren’t looking as you did so. Once in the restroom, you took the shirt off, leaving you in a tank top, and sat about scrubbing that disgustingly yellow stain into oblivion. Just as you were squeezing out the last bits of water from your shirt, you heard the door swing open and slam shut with a lock.

Whirling around to see what was going on, you came face to face with someone you knew all too well.

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“Hyunwoo...” you breathed out, not totally sure if who you were seeing was real.

You gave him a quick once over, not totally displeased with what you were seeing. He still had that same handsome face of his, but his muscles had definitely gotten bigger since the last time you saw him. They were practically bulging out of his suit jacket. Not that you were paying attention. As you continued to look at him, you suddenly remembered where you were.

“Uh... why are you in the women’s restroom?” 

He glanced quickly at you and then away as his face flushed a little. He put his hand up to rub the back of his head nervously and replied, “Well... this is actually the men’s bathroom, so... do you think you can put your shirt on first? It’s a little... distracting?”

Your face flushed with horror as you realized that in your haste to get that stain out of your shirt you ran to the nearest bathroom, which happened to be the men’s. Not only were you in the men’s restroom, you were in the men’s restroom, practically topless, and locked in with your ex-boyfriend from college.

Scrambling to put your soaking wet shirt on, you turned your back to Hyunwoo.

“So...uh... How have you been?” he asked so awkwardly while staring up at the ceiling tiles that you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of that old fondness light up in you again. You laughed and replied, “Well, I’ve been better. I’m not normally in the habit of getting locked in the men’s restroom with my exes.”

“Right...” 

Buttoning the last button on your shirt, you turned back towards Hyunwoo and asked in a laughing tone, “So, what brings you here?”

He finally drug his eyes away from the ceiling long enough to look you in the eyes.

“Well, today’s my first day here as a statistics analyst. I was being given a tour by our manager when this one lady in the accounting office started feeling up my biceps, so I ran in here to get away for a bit.”

“Ah, I see you met Linda.”

At this, our eyes met and we couldn’t help but let out a laugh. 

“Now that I’ve told mine, why don’t you tell yours. Why are you in the men’s restroom dressed like that?”

“Well, me and a pastrami sandwich had a fight and the sandwich won, so I went to clean my shirt and didn’t realize I was in the men’s room until you showed up.”

“Well, I’m glad it was me and not some random guy.”

Realizing what his declaration sounded like, his face turned a slight shade of pink that you couldn’t help but find slightly endearing as he tried to backtrack his previous statement.

“I’m glad it was you too, Hyun. I know things didn’t end amicably between us back then, but I wanted to let you know that I don’t blame you for how things ended, we just weren’t ready for that kind of commitment. I hope we can be kind to each other from now on.”

“I agree.”

He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher before his usual relaxed smile made a reappearance on his face.

“Do you think part of that kindness can include you saving me from Linda next time, too? I’m not sure I can escape every time without your help.”

You smiled and nodded your head as you made your way to the door to leave. As you reached for the handle, Hyunwoo gently grabbed your arm and turned you around. Your pulse immediately sped up at the contact and you couldn’t help but have a flashback to the last time he touched you like this (although that was in a much different context).

He looked nervously at the ground before speaking. 

“About your shirt... I remember how much you hate not looking your best in public, so why don’t you let me let you borrow one of the extra dress shirts I brought with me?”

You blink in slight surprise, taken aback by his offer. Most of your exes weren’t this sweet to you after a break up, but this is Hyunwoo we’re talking about (and it has been years). 

“I mean... Sure, yeah, I’d appreciate it a lot.”

He smiled, took off his jacket, and handed it to you. Your mind was racing as you tried to tell yourself that this was a perfectly normal situation to be in. That Hyunwoo was only doing this because he was a gentleman and not because he had any lingering feelings or ulterior motives (right?).

“I figured you could use it to cover up while you follow me to my desk. I don’t really want to leave you here.”

He gestured to the not so clean men’s bathroom and looked at you expectantly. You shrugged on his jacket, and tried oh so hard not to think about how good the cologne that clung to it smelled and how it brought back a flood of memories from the past you’ve tried to move on from. 

You trailed behind Hyunwoo as he led you to his desk in a dank corner of the Analytics department (entry-level positions are never glamorous). As he pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, you could see at least three identical shirts stacked one on top of the other inside. He grabbed one and handed it to you.

He noticed where you were looking and explained, “I keep my backup shirts in here just in case I sweat through the one I’m wearing.”

You laughed a little and said fondly, “You haven’t changed a bit, Hyun. I remember when you would keep an extra shirt in your car just in case you were too sweaty after your shift at work. It always made laundry day interesting.”

That same odd expression from before flitted across his face before he smiled and said, “Yeah, I still do that, actually. It comes in handy sometimes, but it is a pain in the butt having to wash all of my clothes so much.”

You smiled at that, oddly finding that you didn’t totally want this conversation to end. However, you happened to glance at the clock on the wall and discovered you only had a few minutes left before your lunch break was over. You took Hyunwoo’s jacket from your shoulders and handed it back to him. He laid it over his desk chair and turned to you. 

“Well, thank you for the back up shirt. I’ll bring it back to you tomorrow.”

He smiled shyly and said okay. With this, you walked away and made  a b-line for the women’s restroom. You flung yourself into a stall, and tried to catch your breath as tears suddenly threatened to spill from your eyes. God, you thought you were over this man, so why do you feel this way seeing him like this? Why does it hurt so much to see him doing this well. Why does he have to be so damn sweet? This shouldn’t be happening. 

In an attempt to clear your head, you focused on unbuttoning your stained, half-dried shirt. You took it off and began buttoning Hyunwoo’s slightly wrinkled, but clean, shirt up. You tucked the bottom of it into your skirt and rolled up the cuffs to make it seem like it’s not your built ex-boyfriends shirt. After you splashing a little water on your face and collecting your thoughts, you walked back out of the restroom and headed straight to your desk to dump your sandwich in the trash and curse it for putting you in this situation.

You were dead tired from throwing yourself into your work by the time Minhyuk started packing up to leave.

“Are you coming out drinking with us tonight?”

You were half tempted to decline because of how exhausted you were, but you figured one beer wouldn’t hurt too much.

“Sure! Who else is going?” 

“Hoseok, Kihyun Yoo and Hyungwon Chae from marketing, Jooheon Lee and Changkyun Im from the Analytics department. A bunch of girls from accounting are tagging along as well.”

This was great news! These boys knew how to have fun, so you were sure to get your mind off of things for a while. You just had to get this last report done and you were free for the evening.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys there. I have a few things I need to finish up before I leave for the day.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. Last person there has to buy everyone a round of shots!”

With that, Minhyuk wiggle danced his way out of the office, singing to himself on the way. You had a feeling tonight was going to be interesting, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what was going to happen next.

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[nom-the-skel]

[fatal vore] Prison Rations

Looks like I forgot to post any fics here for a while owo;

Wolf!Red and Fox!Sans have been captured by humans. Everyone is sad and almost everyone dies.

2.9k words [on AO3]

Sans raised his skull at the thump that announced new arrivals, his triangular ears seeking the sound involuntarily. There were two skeleton hybrid monsters, a bunny and a mouse. The bunny was picking himself up off the floor. “Stay back!” he said, snatching up the mouse protectively. It was completely unnecessary. Sans wasn’t going to pounce on them. But of course they couldn’t be expected to know that. “Relax, pal,” he advised. “None of it’ll make any difference in the end.” The bunny stepped backward, putting some distance between himself and the fox, but immediately came up against the dingy concrete wall. He had round blue eyelights that could have imparted a measure of cheer to any place but this, one flickering and sparking as he tried in vain to defend himself. “Argh, why can’t I use any magic?” “Don’t you know? The humans won’t let anyone use magic.” There was no point explaining it to him but it wasn’t like Sans had anything better to do. “They’ve blocked it somehow. Or else I wouldn’t be in here waiting for you.” “Waiting?” The bunny pressed himself closer against the wall. “What’re you gonna do to me?” “Nothin’.” Sans shrugged. He was hungry, sure, but he wasn’t that desperate. The mouse lay curled up in the bunny’s hands, he noted with little real interest. It may well have given up. His tongue formed in anticipation, and he didn’t bother fighting it. Sans heard motion behind him. “Well. It was nice meetin’ ya, bunny.” Although they’d only exchanged a few words, he felt like under better circumstances they could have been good friends. But it didn’t help to dwell on the maybes. “What?” The bunny was unnerved by the implied goodbye and, unable to back away further, took a few cautious steps parallel to the wall. “Ooh. A bunny,” Red rumbled as he came up behind Sans. “Only one?” “There’s a mouse too,” Sans informed him, and turned away. He’d seen this too many times. The fact that it didn’t really horrify him anymore was horrifying in itself. “Oh, you’ve got the mousy there, huh? Lemme see ‘im. How’s he doin’?” “No! Leave us alone!” “Relax, I’m not gonna hurt ‘im.” “No! Let go!” There was a brief scuffle as Red overpowered the bunny. “You okay, mousy?” he addressed the mouse. “He seems pretty despondent.” That was for Sans’s benefit, but the fox refused to turn around. “All right. Let’s get on with it. C’mere.” Sans was startled as something pulled on his tail, and finally turned to see the bunny standing there. Sans took a step back, to make sure he wouldn’t latch onto his tail again. “You’ve gotta help me. The wolf, I think he’s gonna—” His plea was cut off as Red snatched him up by the ears. “Nope. You take this one.” The larger skeleton dropped the mouse into Sans’s hands. It was curled up tight and shivering. Sans hid it in his pocket; unlike the new arrivals, he and Red had been allowed to keep their clothes, although he couldn’t imagine what his brother would say if he saw how long they’d gone without washing. Red lifted the bunny over his skull, and the smaller monster began to panic in earnest at the sight of the open jaws below him. Sans let his eyelights drift toward the nondescript floor, but his ears naturally tracked the sound of the bunny’s shrieks and protests, as Red lowered him in. The wolf took his time, not dragging out the bunny’s torment, but not rushing either. By the time he’d gathered his prey’s legs and pelvis into his mouth and started to swallow, the bunny had broken into tears. It was enough for Sans, and he turned his skull away. Even with his ears folded in distaste, he could hear the bunny’s sobs muffled as Red closed his jaws, and finally silenced with the wolf’s last gulp. Sans stood where he was. He thought he might need a minute to compose himself before he faced Red, but he found himself indifferent. Nothing would change their situation. Neither he nor Red could have changed the bunny’s fate if they’d tried. He wasn’t avoiding looking at Red; he just didn’t have the motivation. “Sans,” Red called softly. He was resting on his belly with his arms folded under his skull, considerately disguising any sign of the bunny’s final struggles. Sans was glad for the hundredth time that the humans hadn’t denied them clothes, or he would’ve been able to see everything. “Don’t keep him waiting. Your mouse.” Sans pulled the mouse out of his pocket. It looked up at him, tiny bones clattering, hugging its knees to its rib cage. He grimaced. “It’ll be worse if you don’t,” Red reminded him. Of course, he hadn’t become a cannibal from day one. But their human captors were either unable or unwilling to provide them with monster food—they’d experimented at first, and in desperation he and Red had attempted to eat whatever they were given, but it wasn’t magic and they couldn’t absorb it. When the humans had first dropped skeleton mice in with them, they’d naturally assumed the mice were fellow prisoners, and companionably starved, until the mice dusted, never having been provided any food, and were replaced with new mice. It was only after Sans had succumbed to his latent vulpine instincts that they realized the mice were probably intended as food. And they were the first thing the humans had given the two monsters that they could actually eat. Sans was horrified and refused to repeat the act when the next pair of mice appeared. Red was desperately hungry by then and ate them immediately, justifying his actions by arguing that the mice were only going to starve to death slowly if he didn’t. The arrival of the fourth pair of mice some time later created an awkward situation. Sans wasn’t willing to deliberately eat a mouse, and Red was of the opinion that the doomed mice should be put out of their misery sooner rather than later. In the end, the mice huddled miserably in the corner for several days before Red took it upon himself to eat them. By the time the fifth pair of mice were introduced, Sans was dangerously hungry and allowed himself to be convinced that the more unresisting of the pair was better off eaten than left to Fall Down, and that became their system. Sans would only eat the mice that were already too far gone to protest, and Red took the rest. It didn’t bother him, he said; he was a wolf, after all. When the humans began to give them bunnies as well, Sans wouldn’t touch them. The mice were small enough that he could pretend just for a moment that he was eating something else, not a fellow monster, but the rabbits were too big, reminded him too much of himself, or worse, his brother. “I know,” Sans answered, ears pressed back in misery. He tossed the mouse onto his tongue and swallowed as quickly as he could. It was a bit like a monster candy—if candy had legs and fingers and gasped in shock when you ate it. He sat down and leaned against Red for comfort and to distract himself from the memory of the mouse in his mouth. The silence stretched out; they had nothing but time. “Why do they do it?” Sans said at last. “Hell if I know,” said Red. He probably didn’t want to rehash the same question they’d discussed so many times already. “I think they just like seeing monsters reduced to this … uncivilized behavior. They’re forcing us to do this in order to prove their superiority.” “Maybe. Maybe they just never did figure out monster food, and figured, well—they’re predatory monsters, so throw some prey monsters in and see what happens.” “You’ve got a lot of sympathy for humans all of a sudden.” “Nah. It just doesn’t bother me as much.” “’Cause you’re a wolf?” Sans didn’t really see the difference between a wolf and a fox in that respect. “’Cause I used to catch rabbits on my own now and then, before the whole thing with the humans.” Sans stopped breathing. “It’s natural,” Red said to defend himself. “Like I said. I’m a wolf.” “I guess,” Sans conceded. He hoped that blue-eyed bunny was finished suffering by now. *** “They’re gonna feed us again any day now,” said Sans. “Mm,” Red agreed, not even opening his eyes. The two spent a lot of time conserving energy. Sans reasoned that they didn’t want to encourage the humans to feed them any more often than they did. “We’re never gonna get out of here, are we?” Red was silent for a long time and Sans thought he wasn’t going to answer, but then: “They gotta run out of mice someday.” “Do they?” Sans wasn’t convinced. And besides, they might well just let them starve if they ran out of food, rather than set them free. Red really didn’t answer this time, and Sans let the silence stretch out. “There’s only one way out of here, really,” he said at last. “What’s that?” Red was curious but not hopeful. “The way all the bunnies go.” Red looked at him sharply. “I can’t keep doing this, Red.” “What are you saying? You know what happens if you try and starve yourself. You’ll just feel worse in the end.” “You must be pretty hungry by now, right?” “No. Don’t even think about it.” “It doesn’t bother you so much. You’re a wolf.” “You’re not a bunny.” “What’s the difference?” Sans sat up and started to shrug off his hoodie. “You’re not food.” “I’m made of magic, just like them.” Red scooted away from the fox, but Sans followed him. “You’re not even tempted?” he asked, as if it were hurtful. “Think about this, Sans.” The wolf was cornered against the wall now. “I have.” “Well I haven’t. Gimme some time.” “I’ll lose my nerve.” “That’s the idea.” “Please, Red, before they feed us again.” Sans pressed against the larger skeleton’s chest. At first Red turned his skull away toward the ceiling but gradually wore down and looked at Sans. The fox gave him an encouraging smile. Red pushed him off and for a moment Sans was disappointed. Then Red pushed him onto the floor, leaning over him as if to pin him down, and reached for Sans’s shorts. Of course, food didn’t wear clothes. That was how you knew it was food. Sans squirmed out of his remaining clothes. Red leaned in and licked his face. “I lied, you know. About the bunnies.” Of course. Red wouldn’t have hunted and eaten bunnies of his own free will; he’d just said that so that Sans wouldn’t feel so bad about shirking his share of the dirty work. Sans stared back at him, wondering if that changed everything or nothing. A moment passed and he felt the beginnings of relief and rejection, but then Red pushed forward and enveloped the fox’s skull in his jaws. Sans pushed upward, the wolf’s teeth scraping against his ears, the magic of his tongue soft against Sans’s skull, until he hit the back and had to wait for Red to swallow. Red grumbled and the sound seemed to come from all around him; he hoped it meant Red liked his taste. *** Not that much had changed, Red told himself. He still spent his days in captivity lying around, conserving energy, waiting to see how long it took him to Fall Down and whether or not anything would break his routine before that happened. Maybe the humans were using him to farm LV and would eventually kill him for the EXP, he thought, but had no one to tell about his theory. Sans’s hoodie was nicer to lie on but not as good company to curl up against as it had been with Sans in it. And the humans gave him the occasional skeleton fox instead of a bunny or mouse. He thought of them as larger, longer-tailed rabbits. Then one day there were two foxes, the taller one wrapped protectively around the shorter one, who shoved him off after they landed in order to get to his feet. The little one spotted Red immediately and took a defensive stance. Both foxes were ragged and battered, but he had a set of rather striking parallel scars across his eye socket, as if claws had gouged the bone. “Whoa, calm down.” Red ambled toward them. “How come there’s two of ya?” They glanced at each other, uncomprehending. Most likely the humans hadn’t told them why they were here. He had to assume they’d been recently captured, but it was hard to imagine; his own life before the humans’ cage seemed lost in the distant past. “Don’t come any closer!” the smaller fox snarled, ears pinned back aggressively. The other was more passive, but poised to act if necessary. Not that there was anything they could do; if they’d had magic they might have had a chance against Red, two-against-one. “Relax. I only need one of you.” This did not make them relax. The smaller one stepped back, and the taller one stepped closer to him, protectively. “Any volunteers?” Red asked. There weren’t, but the taller fox subtly tried to herd the smaller one away from the wolf. That was good enough for Red. He looked more filling, anyway. “No!” the smaller one shrieked as Red grabbed the other fox by the arm, and leapt at him. Red caught him by the front of his rib cage and pressed him down into the floor. He was a bit smaller than Sans had been. Red kept him pinned down as he pulled the taller fox close and readjusted his grip. The fox yelped as Red unceremoniously shoved his skull into his mouth. “How dare you! Stop! You’ll regret this!” the little one threatened, but Red ignored him, gulping his prey deeper even as the fox braced his feet against the floor to resist, eventually losing his grip as Red swallowed enough of his torso to lift him off the floor. The smaller one cursed and snarled as Red unhurriedly drew the tail and legs into his mouth. Only when he was finished did he lift his hand off the smaller fox and look at him, taking in the rage and tears and helplessness. “What’s your name, fox?” he asked. “You killed him!” the fox accused, making no move to stand up. “Well. Not yet.” Red smirked. “I’ll tear you to shreds. If I had my magic I’d—” “Yeah? And who should I beg for mercy when you’re making good on that promise?” “I have no name to give to a murdering cannibal like you.” “Huh. Makes sense.” Red stood and lumbered away. “But since you’re stuck here, you may as well have this.” He tossed Sans’s hoodie at the fox. The fox caught it and sat up to glare at him. “I’ll kill you in your sleep.” “You’re welcome to try.” Red curled up around his full belly on the hard floor. If the fox managed to kill him in spite of his size and LV, good for him. He could take a turn being the humans’ project. Either way, he would soon be no better than Red. *** “I don’t wanna talk about that part too much. But then one day the hatch in the ceiling opened and instead o’ humans there was my brother and half the Royal Guard. You should probably ask him to tell you about it.” “I’ve heard all his war stories a million times,” said the bunny. It was one of the neighbors’ kids; they had quite a litter, and Red hadn’t learned all their names. At least it wasn’t a skeleton monster. “How long were you captured for? Were you all alone?” “I couldn’t tell how long it was. There was no daylight in there.” “Weren’t you bored?” “Bored outta my mind.” “All by yourself?” “No,” Red admitted reluctantly. “You know Razz? He was there too, toward the end.” “I’ll ask him about it then! Since you won’t tell me.” “No, don’t bother him with that.” Red crouched down to whisper conspiratorially. “He lost someone in the war, you know. You don’t wanna bring up those memories.” “Oh.” The bunny considered this seriously, then looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “Did you lose anyone?” For a moment Red was back in the room with Edge and an assortment of formidable canine monsters and one very battle-scarred fish, trying to remember enough details to identify all the monsters he could confirm were dead. He waited a few seconds to see if he could get out of answering, but the bunny just stared. “Yeah. I did too.” The bunny opened its mouth to ask another question and Red flinched, but thankfully they were interrupted. “What are you doing in here, Cinnamon?” Edge collected the bunny and herded it away. “I don’t know why you want to pester my brother. Even if he put any effort into storytelling, there’s no way to make sitting in a room for months on end sound interesting! Why don’t I tell you about how I tracked down the location of the facility where the humans were holding him? That’s much more exciting!” Red breathed a sigh of relief as the voices grew distant.

[exoscout]

2018 felt like a throwaway, stagnant year. I finished school December 2017 and had the intention of taking a small break before I really threw myself into something new. Instead I started the year off with 5-6 months of health problems, coasted through the summer doing nothing but work, and had more health problems again for the rest of the year to the present. 

2018 was a year for surviving. For exhaustion, pain, confusion, and more exhaustion. I’m done with it.

I never set resolutions because I know I’ll break them right away, so I’m coming up with some smaller goals instead. Things to keep me motivated and looking forward, and to make sure I’m taking care of myself. Things that aren’t for 2019, but for until I can replace them with other goals.

Get healthier. Priority number one. I’m not talking go on an instagram diet and starting to bench 300 - simple things. 

Eat better, knowing there will still be plenty of sweets and fatty things in my diet. 

Exercise a little, take walks, maybe (maybe) try a run sometime. Do stretches. Try yoga. Idk, I’ve never done the exercise thing. 

See what can be done about chronic problems. Maybe nothing can. It’s worth an attempt.

Focus on working harder for what I want. Stop busting my ass and stressing myself inside out over my dayjob. Stop working on my breaks. Start taking the energy I don’t need to be pouring into that job and disperse it into the rest of my life. 

Start making art again. Take more photos, edit them, even post them! 

Clean out my living space. I’m going to put together boxes to bring to goodwill next week. Get rid of clothes I haven’t worn in years. Throw away old shredded shoes that I still have for some reason. Go through my pile of old tech and think about what I really need to keep. Throw out the scratched, stained, dented, ill fitting and ill suited furniture I got for free and get things that will actually work and that I like to look at and use. 

The long goal - the big one - sort out my living situation. I need to move this year and I need to figure out when, and where, and who with, and all the 100 other things that go with that. Can I afford to live in town? Or do I have to move way out of town and get a car? This is the one I hate thinking about the most because of how much stress is involved but it needs to happen.

And stretch goal - travel more. I have a travel bucket list as long as the unabridged Les Miserables and I want to start chipping at it. I haven’t been out of the country in just under 5 years and I’m getting antsy about it. Fully plan out road trips. Figure out California. Again, buy a car? Is Iceland really happening?

2019 is not going to be another year of me sitting back hoping that something good finally comes down the pipeline for me. 2019 is the year I decide what I want and go and get it. 

[stitches-for-solo]

“You’d Be Surprised What You Can Live Through”

Personal story below the cut, but it’d be cool if you read it, ‘cause it’s really important to me, and I’m pretty proud of it. I just don’t want to fill up anyone’s Dashboard with a wall of text.

A few years ago, I was driving down one of the main streets in the town I live in. I still even remember what plaza I was passing. I’m not sure where I was coming from, but it was probably a bar. I had tried to get sober after my ex and I split (the first time), and I did okay for a few months, but at that moment in time, I was starting to slip. A beer here or there with my ex (who had the audacity to repeatedly ask me to meet him at a bar we used to frequent), or I would go out by myself a lot on nights I knew he was with another woman he was seeing. He wouldn’t admit to it at the time, but that’s not the point of this story. I was enjoying going out by myself, and it was beginning to become a more frequent occurrence. Anyway, I just remember where I was, and that it was late, because I was listening to “Loveline” on the radio.

A man called in and asked Dr. Drew a question — I don’t really recall the details, but I do know he shared that he was an addict. I believe he had some concerns about his sex drive, which had been low since he had gotten clean. Dr. Drew asked how long he had been sober, and the man replied “17 months and [x] days”. Dr. Drew congratulated him, and made a comment about when you know down to the day how long it’s been since you’ve used/drank, you’re probably pretty serious about your recovery.

I remember hearing this, and my heart just sinking into my stomach. 17 months seemed like an ETERNITY, and I knew I’d be six feet under long before I could ever achieve that. I had only managed 3 or 4 months, and I was already secretly falling back into old habits, and worse still, making new ones. I had only tried to quit drinking because of the infamous “I refuse to date an alcoholic” line my ex dropped on me when he initially dumped me. We did briefly reconcile after I had managed to stay away from a drink for maybe 2 months, but it didn’t last, and with my only motivation gone, neither did my short-lived sobriety. I was failing, and I knew it. I felt doomed. I had tried telling myself I was still doing good, because I wasn’t drinking every night, and I wasn’t drinking alone at home. I had total control over it, and I’d never go back to the way I was — drinking in excess every night and trying (and succeeding for quite a while) at keeping it all hidden. I was fine. I just needed self control.

Except that was total bullshit, and deep down I knew it. 17 dry months would never be in my future, mainly because I didn’t want it to be, especially since I was a single adult and didn’t have to listen or justify my drinking and risky behavior to anyone. I was doing what I wanted, fuck the consequences. In my mind, if he was gonna keep seeing that homewrecking whore, I was gonna keep drinking. It sounds ludicrous, but sometimes I dressed up all cute (or attempted to be sexy and alluring), and went out to spite him. That wasn’t the only reason I drank again, but if he wasn’t a factor, I would have just stayed home most nights, drank alone in my pajamas when I felt like it, and only go out when I wanted the ego boost of catching someone’s eye in a bar/restaurant or having them buy me a drink. Of course this was the complete opposite of logical, because he didn’t give a flying fuck what I did. We would meet up at a bar, after he dumped me for my drinking and refusal to get help, ffs.

I continued to backslide until it was like nothing changed at all. I eventually ended up in (and getting thrown out of) rehab after some mental and physical health scares, but again, it didn’t last. I drank myself out of another relationship, out of chances with my ex, out of two jobs, into a DUI, and into the hospital several times before it was either quit or die. I’d been right all along. 17 months wasn’t in my future.

Except.. today (yesterday technically, since it’s after midnight) is 17 months.

When I look back at the utter insanity I was living in, it’s almost incomprehensible what I went through and what I lived through. It feels like a few months, at best, but now I’m 30 days away from a year and a half. Holy shit.

My life is far from perfect. I’d change more things than I’d keep the same, if I’m being honest. And although I do have some self control, I can’t say I don’t think about alcohol — a lot. I have cravings; I’m only human. And I can’t say I don’t have some bad habits to kick (some of which could be said to be a replacement for alcohol, but I know what I need to do). And I can never say that I’ll one day recover completely and no longer be an addict. That’s just not how it works. What I CAN say is that, even though my life feels like it’s been decimated by being hit by a train, it’s so goddamn easy to forget how bad it actually was. That’s something I need to work on — remembering the bad things so the temptation to go back isn’t so strong. And I guess I’ll end with this — I know I complain a lot, and this process hasn’t been at all what I was expecting, however, I am so glad I didn’t die on that couch.

Oh, and can anyone guess what movie the quote in the title of this post is from?

[thvnderstrck]

throw away the key

This is just a crappy solo of what happened to Daegeun during the raid !! There’s some post-event plots below, feel free to hit my IM’s / discord if you’re interested in doing one ? I don’t have any right now and I’d love to change that, so, yeah !!

Vaguely aware of fingers wrapped around his wrist , escape is in sight but his heart is pounding , irrational thoughts swirling inside his head and he cannot prioritize his own freedom over his almost childish dependent on four wheels ; he wants to cry , can feel his throat tightening and the wave of euphoria his crutch brings washing away , sobriety slowly hitting him — but not fast enough for him to understand what the best course of action is. ( and even if he had , it’s doubtful it’d matter ) The grip is escapable , shook off violently despite the other’s words ; ‘ it’s gone , Dae , we need to go. ’ They have no reason to lie , but he needs proof , stubbornly rushing past waves of bodies trying to escape the intimidating number of officers , he barely dodged them himself , until he’s outside , fingers combing through damp hair as he realizes his car is not where he’s left it , reasons he’s drunk and maybe he parked it somewhere else knows he hasn’t , but desperation takes over. It’s hard to understand what’s happened — what’s happening — and he’s running on too many emotions ; fear and anger that started hours earlier , emboldened by his most prized possession being gone , cars he recognizes damaged. It seems reasonable to shove the blame on Hellcats , who else had a motive ? It’s impulsive , he grabs the first one he sees by their shirt , because it has to be their fault. A moment of distraction , it’s enough for officers to approach both parties ; but neither go quietly , anger aimed at each other turned to the police ; and then an attempt to flee when it’s obvious they’re outnumbered. The altercation doesn’t last long , both bodies thrown violently to the cold concrete , faces pressed against the ground and handcuffs slapped on both of their wrists ; he’ll feel bad for cutting of the hellcats escape route later , after he realizes both sides were hit , but not in that moment. Assault .        Illegal Gambling ,                           Resisting Arrest ,                                            Failure to Obey a Lawful Command. The back of a cruiser is foreign , Kang Daegeun has never been arrest in his life — but his luck runs out.                      . . . Afterward , once booked , he’ll find out just how much trouble his mouth can get him into.

PLOT IDEAS

+ The kind soul who bails him out ? Could be a King or a Hellcat, he’s not a Lannister but he repays his debts. A good ol’, “just let me reimburse you it ain’t that deep.” “nah, i’ll cash in my favor a different way.” + The Hellcat he gets arrested with him because he grabs ‘em and blames them for what’s going down ? + Someone else who gets arrested and makes sure he doesn’t die in jail ? He runs his mouth too much, he would’ve been hit at least thrice. + The kind soul 2.0 who picks him up when he’s released ? Preferably someone who he’s close to and knows his car is gone, because he’s going to ask and then cry when he finds out it’s still not found. + Well, he’s going to be very sad because his car is his life and without it he can’t compute. Someone to distract him or make sure he’s eating because he’s probably just gonna curl into a ball or start doing shit he used to do before he found racing — finding bad addictions to make him not feel again. + Or, alternatively, nudge him in that direction he’s a magnet to bad decisions and bad addictions and he can’t race since the kings wouldn’t want the drivers participating just in case so he’s literally got nothing to keep him anchored.