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Hiii, I have a request! Ok so hear me out, what if Sukuna finds another woman and replace reader. make it as angsty as possible with a happy ending pretty please with a cherry on top🥹

Hey! Sorry for the wait! I tried to make it as angsty as possible. I hope you like it :)

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Another Woman

IMAGINE: ANOTHER WOMAN~ SUKUNA X F!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: heian period. mention of depression. mention of blood/gore. cursing. female reader. happy ending! word count: 2.5k **********************

Sukuna is not known for having any weaknesses. And he wasn’t going to let anything change that. 

He likes the feeling of being in control, nothing that would make him worry in the slightest. 

However, that all changed when you entered his life. At first, he brushed it off.

As time went by, you continued to dote and love on him like it was no one else’s business. He would say he didn’t like it, but there was a warm feeling in his chest that grew and grew whenever you were nearby. 

 But the feeling grew and grew until he started to feel uneasy.

At first, he didn’t understand why he felt this way. Until he realized that he only felt this way around you. He can feel the warmth in his chest spread, his facial features soften, and his eyes always manage to find their way to you. 

He wondered if it was obvious- obvious the way he felt about you. If it was obvious, then other people could see it. 

And it was a weakness. If people saw him being anything less than the King of curses, it could be dangerous. Not just for him, but for you as well. 

So he did the only thing he could think of. Pull away from you. 

****

It didn’t take long for you to notice Sukna’s absence. At first, you didn’t want to question him, fearing that you would offend him. 

So you let him be for a little bit. But as weeks went by, things started to get worse. You found yourself spending a lot of time by yourself lately. Sukuna’s gaze wouldn’t flutter towards you like usual. His hands didn’t find a place on your hips as usual. 

And something that bothered you most was that he never called for you to sleep in his chambers with him. So, you just slept in your own room that you had before dating Sukuna. 

However, you got fed up with this cold attitude towards you. You couldn’t think of anything wrong that you did.

So tonight, you would march into his chambers and ask him what exactly was going on. 

You were walking the hallways in the castle, in the direction of Sukuna’s chambers. However, you stopped short of seeing another woman, knocking at his door. 

You felt your heartbeat raise a little, and not in a good way. What was she doing there? 

The door opens and Sukuna steps out. You let a sharp intake and move to the side so the wall was hiding your presence. 

You couldn’t exactly hear what Sukuna was saying to her, but you could hear her giggles. It was clear that they were flirting. It was quiet for a few seconds and you peer over the corner to see what was going on. 

Your heart sank seeing Sukuna kissing the girl. Your stomach felt sick at the scene and you just wanted to go back to your. So that’s what you did, you turned back around and made a b-line back to your room. 

You could feel the tears start to fall through your eyes, and all you wanted to do was scream. 

You had no idea what you did wrong. Just what exactly did you do to cause Sukuna to sleep with another woman?

Were you not enough anymore? Not pretty enough? 

You racked your brain for a possible answer, but there wasn’t none. This had to be your fault somehow. And you hated yourself for it. 

Once you made it to your room, you threw yourself onto the bed. Not caring that you were still wearing your day clothes. You let the tears fall free, sobs ripping from your throat. 

That night, you cried yourself to sleep. Hoping that was just a terrible nightmare. 

***** 

Your body was sore, your throat feeling raw. You stretch your limbs, hoping to get rid of any soreness. 

“You know,” You hear a familiar voice causing you to freeze mid stretch. Suddenly, all the memories came rushing back from last night and your heart sunk once again. 

Your eyes peel open and you can see Sukuna standing right next to your bed, looking down at you with a frown.

Sukuna had to push the feelings away as he stared at your sunken eyes. He could tell that you were previously crying. There was a slight red tint to your eyes due to it. But he had to show that he didn’t care. 

“It’s not nice spying on people.” 

You suddenly sat up, eyes narrowing at Sukuna. You didn’t know what came over you. But you were suddenly feeling angry. 

“And it’s not nice to cheat on your partner.” 

His frown deepens and he’s glaring at you. Like you were in the wrong. Which made you even more angrier at him.

“Now, don’t go thinking you’re all special now. You’re replaceable.” “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be out of your way from now on.” You say getting out of your bed and walking towards your dresser. 

His words hit you a lot harder than you expected. Replaceable. That’s right. You were only human. Someone small and insignificant compared to him. 

Sukuna raises his eyebrow at your actions, wondering what exactly you were doing. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He demands, seeing that you were pulling some of your clothes out. “None of your business.” “It is my business.” “It actually isn’t. It stopped being your business when you cheated on me.” 

“You’re not leaving.” You turn around, wondering where he got the audacity of speaking to you like this. 

Oh, yeah. That’s right. He is the King of Curses. He feels the right to anything. So entitled. 

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” You say through gritted teeth. 

You wondered how long he was going to make you stay here. You really didn’t want to see him parading around with different women. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” 

“Oh my god…” You mutter as you start to feel overwhelmed by him just standing in front of you. You really didn’t want to see him anymore. You wanted to get as far from him as possible. But he was keeping you locked up, like a bird in a cage. 

“Why?” You ask, feeling your voice crack from all of the stress from holding back everything you wanted to throw at him. “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong to deserve this?” 

Sukuna purses his lips as he racks his brain for an answer. He knew the real answer though. You didn’t deserve it. You had been nothing but good and faithful towards him and this is how he repays you. 

The silence was more than enough for you. You finally had enough and you didn’t care what consequences would follow for your next actions. 

Without grabbing anything else, you walked past him, going back to your original plan. 

You could start over if you wanted to. Start over from scratch. It would be hard, but it beats staying at the castle with Sukuna in it. 

Everything in Sukuna’s brain was screaming at him to go after you. But that would only prove his earlier thoughts. That he was weak for you. 

So it took everything in his power to stay in his spot and not go after you. To hold you in his arms and hold you tight so you wouldn’t leave him. 

He holds his breath, gripping his own forearms tight to the point where his nails pierce his skin and draw blood. Once he’s sure that you’re out of the castle he lets himself breathe normally. 

“Fuck.” He spat before storming out of the room to release some of the anger that built up. 

*************

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months since you’ve last seen Sukuna. 

During those first few weeks, Sukuna went on a carnage in his own castle. It first started with the mistress. He didn’t want her in his sights or even in the castle anymore. If a servant looked at him wrong, then that servant would be dead in the next second. 

It was rough at first for you. Being a woman during this time period wasn’t the easiest. So starting anew wasn’t the easiest either. The crushing weight of reality bore down on you, causing you to go into a fit of depression. However, you pulled yourself together for a little bit of time. You were able to settle down by yourself. Living a small but purposeful life. 

Sukuna thought that you would return by now, and he would be able to keep you by his side. However, as time went by he realized that he would have to go out and get you himself. Something that he wasn’t happy about. 

The first little village he went to, there was no luck. You weren’t there which caused him to get even angrier, burning down the village. The second village, the same result. Word began to get around that the King of Curses was on a rampage and the people in your village began to worry if they were next. 

They started to come up with ideas and solutions to please the King of Curses. Gold? Pastries and goods? Sacrifices? 

Probably sacrifice, you thought to yourself. 

“Maybe he’ll like a whore for a sacrifice.” One of the elders said and everyone agreed. It got quiet, causing you to look up. Everyone was staring at you and you wanted to roll your eyes, but you held back your urges. 

“You have no evidence that I am a whore. “You calmly spoke. An old lady scoffs, “please. You’re new and alone. No husband or children. You were shamed from your last village of being a whore. So now you’re here. Do us a favor and just be the sacrifice.” 

You stood up, hands slamming down on the table. “You don’t know a single thing about me. And If I were you, I would shut up.” 

Next thing you knew, you felt a stinging slap to your face. The burning of your right cheek causes you to bite your tongue to hold back the pain. 

Your eyes move over to see one of the men, his hand still in the air as he had smacked you. 

“You watch how you talk to your elders, whore.” 

Your nostrils flare as you take a deep inhale, ready to yell at the man. However, someone interrupts. 

“He’s here!” 

You didn’t need to hear anything else to know that it was the King of Curses. Without saying another word, you start to walk off. 

However, you are stopped when someone grabs you by your wrist. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

You turn to see the same man who slapped you. He was yanking you towards the direction of the commotion and you started to thrash harder against his grip. 

“Stop struggling. You’re only going to make it worse.” 

“No! Let go of me!” You shout, using your other hand to try to pry his fingers off of your own wrist. 

“Let her go.” 

The both of you freeze at the new voice. You clearly recognized the voice and you just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

The man’s grip tightens on you as he yanks you forward so that you are now standing in front of the King of Curses. You faced the ground, some of it being grass, but most of it dirt. 

“H-here. My Lord. A sacrifice for you.” The man speaks up. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you were not to leave?” Sukuna states and you finally look up at him, mustering the strongest glare you could. 

Sukuna smirks as he looks into your eyes. You still had that fire in your eyes that he enjoyed. It was stronger right now. However, his eyes fixated on the blooming bruise on your right cheek. You clearly just got hurt and he had a gut feeling of what happened. 

His eyes glance over to the man gripping onto your wrist. So tight that it was starting to cut off the blood circulation to your hand, causing it to lose color. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sukuna’s question was aimed at the man. You could feel him tremble, just slightly. But he composed himself quickly, as if he knew what he was about to offer was going to make all the troubles go away. 

“Lord Sukuna. As an offering, we offer up this whore.” 

There was that word again. That word you hated. 

A word that Sukuna hated for you. You weren’t just some common whore. If you were going to be a whore, then you would only be his whore. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow at him, a look that could only mean death after. The man understood that too. He started to tremble again, wondering why this was happening. 

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” Sukuna says, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. 

The man felt fear rumble through his body and his hand let go of your wrist. 

As soon as his hand left yours, you stumble a little. Sukuna takes this opportunity to grab ahold of your waist, pulling him right to his side. A small gasp leaves your lips as you collide into his side, the smell of smoke and blood flood your senses. 

You were so in shock of what was happening that you didn’t feel the slight movement of Sukuna or the strangled gasp of the man that had struck you. A thud followed suit causing you to look over. His head on the ground, blood pooling around the body. 

Satisfaction filled your body, happy that he was finally dead. 

“Now,” Sukuna says, turning to you, one of his hands cupping the side of your face. Warmth immediately envelops you, and you knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. In fact, you welcomed it a little. 

“Sukuna…” 

“Ah,” Sukuna tuts at you, successfully quieting you. You were expecting him to say something, but he didn’t. His lips were pressed together firmly. Like he was trying to think of the right words to say. 

You look around the carnage around you, blood, smoke and fire was what you could mostly see. Everyone was dead.

“I promise to make it up to you.” Sukuna suddenly says and you look back at him. He was looking at you, not saying anything else. But his eyes said everything. Everything that you already needed to know. 

He had done all this for you. Took out villages and murdered people just for you. Something about that made everything that more sentimental. 

You gave him a smile before wrapping your arms around him the best you could. He had done this all for you... just for you.

Sukuna started to feel more at peace with himself. Realizing that you weren't’ the reason for him feeling weaker.

In fact, he needed you in his life to feel stronger.

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第三章 | First Day of Work

warnings; age gap love(R: 23, S:39, T: 50), untranslated Korean, untranslated Chinese

note; chapter three!! I might be falling out of love with the sport ngl. After this, I might take a long break

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Come Talk to Me

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An arm reached out from under the mound of blankets and practically slapped the phone off the table as the alarm pierced through the quiet and comfortable atmosphere, "Ugh.." Y/n groaned, retracting her arm and cuddling into her pillow. Just as she was about to fall back to sleep, the familiar sound of her ringtone rang through the air, "God fucking dammit." Y/n cursed, throwing the blanket off of her body and grabbing her phone.

Y/n put the phone on speaker and threw her legs over the side of the bed, "What?" She barked, "Woah, why so hostile? You told me to call you to ensure you woke up." The voice of Y/n's sister, Jisue, or Rachel, said. Y/n sighed and picked up her phone, unplugging it from the wall before walking to the bathroom, "Yeah, I remember. Sorry, I just...didn't sleep very well last night." Y/n groaned, running a hand through her hair as she searched through her drawers for an outfit.

"It's fine. You forget that I'm your older sister. It isn't my first time dealing with you when you're like this. Do you know what you're going to wear?" Rachel questioned, "Nah, I'm completely clueless, mate. You wanna hop on FaceTime and help me pick an outfit?' Y/n asked, grabbing her phone and waiting for her sister to answer.

"Duh. You know I would love to help you out. Say, I'm at Mum and Dad's right now, so I can get Olivia to help as well if you want." Rachel suggested. Y/n gasped, "Yes! Yes, go get her!" Y/n encouraged. She loved all of her siblings the same amount and Y/n refused to treat one better than the other two, but Olivia was the baby of the family, everyone had a soft spot for the girl.

She was an absolute sweetheart, as all of the Lee siblings were. "Okay, hold on. She'd love to help since you're probably her favourite sibling." Rachel joked, Y/n scoffed playfully and rolled her eyes, "Oli doesn't have a favourite sibling. If she did, it'd be Felix."

Rachel quickly got up and went to go get Olivia while Y/n pulled out some options to wear otherwise they would be there all day going through her clothes.

Thudding was heard on the other end of the phone and the thump of someone landing on the soft bed the phone must've been on. "Y/N!!" Olivia greeted cheerfully, "Oliva!" Y/n copied her enthusiasm. "Olivia, be careful with my phone." Rachel hissed, plopping down on the bed next to her youngest sister, "Oh shush, Rachel. I was being careful. Anyway, I'm going to FaceTime you now." Olivia directed her attention to Y/n.

The older Australian waited until the screen for the call popped up and immediately hit answer, "G'day, my lovely sisters." Y/n greeted again, waving with both hands. Olivia was lying on the bed with her feet up in the air, swinging back and forth while Rachel sat behind her.

"Hello! Show us what you have already." Olivia said, getting into a better position, "Move over, Olivia." Rachel ordered, getting on the bed and pushing the youngest Lee sibling over gently. "Okay, keep in mind that I want to make a good impression on my boss." Y/n reminded, putting the shirts over her arm so she could get ready to show them off.

Y/n looked at her phone to see both of her sisters giving her looks of suspicion, "What?" Y/n asked, "Since when did you care about giving off good impressions?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at the younger woman, "Yeah, you usually don't care unless..." Olivia let out a loud gasp, "You're...are..Y/n! Do you want to attract your boss?! Is he or she attractive?! What's their name? I'm going to look them up."

"Woah, woah, woah, Olivia. Calm Down. What are you getting at?" Rachel asked, putting a hand on their sister's shoulder, who was vibrating in place as she grabbed Rachel's laptop. "You weren't around when this happened, but every time Y/n put more effort into her appearance, she found the boss super attractive," Olivia explained.

"Is this true, Y/n? Do you find your boss attractive?" Rachel questioned with a teasing smile growing on her face, Y/n looked to the side as her cheeks gained a hue, "Maybe, but it doesn't matter. She's married and way out of my league. Anyway. here are my shirt options." Y/n brushed off the topic and showed off each of the shirts.

"Hmm, personally I like option number three the most. I think go with the black button down. You look amazing in black." Olivia said, "I agree, black is a part of your aesthetic." Rachel agreed.

Y/n took off her pyjama shirt and threw it onto the bed just as she got another call, "Who's calling you?" Olivia asked, "Yongbok. I'm going to add him to the FaceTime call." Y/n said, picking up her phone again and sending a text to her younger brother.

After the text was sent, it didn't take too long for Felix to join the call just as Y/n was propping the phone up, "Hello. Why are you shirtless?" Felix asked as his face popped up on the screen.

A face popped up over Felix's shoulder and stared at Y/n with wide eyes and rosy cheeks, "I was getting dressed for my first day at work. Hey, Hannie." Y/n greeted, waving at the wide-eyed quokka.

The chubby-faced boy waved back, "안녕하세요, 누나." Jisung greeted, "지성아, 말해봐요. 이 셔츠 마음에 들어요? 아니면 다른 걸로 갈까요?" Y/n asked, holding up the black button-down. "Black..is good. I like black." Jisung answered, giving the girl a thumbs up.

Y/n unbuttoned the shirt and threw it on, "너도 도와줄 거야, 하니?" Y/n questioned, seeing the younger man was still there, "네, 괜찮으시다면." Jisung answered.

"Next up are the pants. Show us what you got." Felix said, "Yeah, I'm ready to see what you have for pants." Olivia spoke, "Knowing her they are all going to be high-waisted pants that are either in black or that weird tan-beige colour." Rachel joked.

Rachel looked at Y/n, who was now standing frozen with a guilty look on her face, "Y/n, you do have jeans in more than one style and two colours, right?" Rachel asked. Y/n pursed her lips and picked up two pairs of shoes, "So what shoes should I go for?" She asked, changing the subject

"I like the platform Doc Martins." Felix said, "I like the boots." Rachel said, pointing to the Doc Martin boots that Y/n held in her other hand/ "I like the platforms." Olivia said, "I like..boots as well." Han spoke.

"So we have two for the boots and two for the platforms. Hey, Olivia, go get mum and ask for her opinion." Y/n ordered. Olivia rolled her eyes but went to go get their mother as requested, "Mum!" Olivia called out as she jogged to wherever their mother was located in the house.

"So how are things in Monaco?" Felix asked, "Oh, Monaco is amazing so far. I've only been to a few places which were the market, my new home, a cafe to meet my new boss, and that's about it." Y/n shrugged.

"Speaking of her new boss. Y/n might have a little crush on her married boss." Rachel told Felix, "Rachel! Lixie, don't listen to her. I don't have a crush on Mrs. Wolff. I do think she's gorgeous, but nothing would ever come of it if I did want to be more than friends, or more than boss and PA, with her." Y/n rolled her eyes.

"I don't think it means anything. You know how Y/n is. She finds people attractive, but she's too scared...sorry, shy, to do anything about her attraction." Felix said.

"Hey!"

"I'm back with Mum!" Olivia announced, running into the room and diving onto the bed. Sure enough, after a couple of seconds, the Lee sibling's mother enters the room and sits down, "Hello, Mum!" Y/n greeted the beautiful woman.

"Hello, sweetheart. I just want to let you know that I'm proud of you for finding such a good job." Mrs. Lee said sweetly, wishing she could hug her child and run her hands through her hair.

"Thank you, mam. I'll be right back." Y/n said, grabbing her clothes before stepping out of the frame. Mrs. Lee got up and exited the room since she was no longer needed, "Do you guys really think Y/n isn't interested in the boss lady?" Olivia asked in a low voice.

"I am not sure, honestly." Rachel admitted, "Y/n 누나는 쉽게 사랑에 빠지는 타입이 아닙니다." Han spoke up, "You're right. She really isn't the type to fall in love easily and she definitely isn't someone who is into homewrecking." Felix agreed.

Rachel opened her mouth to say something, but the sound of rustling clothes getting closer made her snap her jaw shut as quickly as she opened it.

"Okay, how do I look?" Y/n asked, giving the group a 360 view of her outfit. "You look amazing as always." Rachel complimented, "As pretty as always." Felix added, "Unbutton a few of those buttons. You look like a fuc- ahem a nerd." Olivia said.

"N/n, I'm being so serious about this when I ask and I don't want you to think I'm accusing you of anything, but..." Felix trailed off, unsure as to how to phrase the question.

"You usually wear more masculine or androgynous clothing, but all of a sudden you're being really feminine," Olivia spoke up. 

Y/n nearly reeled back in shock. She wasn't doing much of anything other than getting dressed and ready for her first day at work, which she had to get to in an hour. "I'm not sure if I follow what you're trying to say." Y/n narrowed her eyes.

"I'm just saying that maybe you're much more attracted to that woman who hired you than you thought and maybe you're unconsciously changing things about yourself to appeal to her." Rachel shrugged.

Y/n stared at her family with wide eyes. She didn't know why they were accusing her of being into her boss, but it made her want to rip her cochlear out of her head, but it wasn't that serious.

Y/n didn't understand why they would think that. Y/n hated things like that.

Love at first sight.

To her, it wasn't real and never existed. How are you going to fall in love with someone based on nothing but their looks? It's shallow and it's also how people end up in bad relationships since someone could be the most handsome man or woman you had ever met and simultaneously be the shittiest person alive.

To Y/n, being accused of being so attracted to Susie without her properly knowing the woman made Y/n feel like they saw her as shallow and superficial.

To Y/n, being accused of trying to dress to attract a woman with a family meant calling her a homewrecker.

Y/n didn't associate with people like that or live by the love at first sight thing because beauty will fade, but one's character will not.

"You guys know damn well that I'm not like that." Y/n hissed, "Y/n, we don't mean it like that--" Rachel started.

"No, you do mean it like that. I dress for myself and my success, not to attract an already-married woman. What kind of person do you think I am? I told you that she's married. I told you that she has a family." Y/n interrupted.

"Y/nnie..." Han called out, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk to any of you right now." Y/n huffed, pressing the 'end call' button. 

The Chinese Australian dusted the imaginary dust off of her outfit and finished getting ready. She grabbed her glasses and put them on before putting her hair in a half up half down style.

Y/n grabbed a belt and wrapped it around her waist, making sure she didn't miss any of the belt loops before grabbing her backpack and the keys to the BMW Series 3 she had rented.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Y/n sat in the car with her hands on the wheel and her eyes closed, she felt bad for assuming what her sisters had meant by what they had said. She also felt really bad for getting so upset with them and she didn't even know why she was so upset by it.

Yes, she was willing to admit that Susie Wolff was an absolutely gorgeous woman, but to say that she was changing herself in order to attract the older woman was blasphemous to her.

Y/n input the address into her phone and followed the directions to a makeshift office that Susie used while In Monaco. The Headquarters was in London and Susie had a son to raise, so she couldn't be in London all the time like she wanted to be.

"Wait, does this mean I'm going to have to travel all over the world? I know that I have an expensive apartment and rent this expensive car, but I'm not rich. This job better pay me enough." Y/n muttered.

Y/n stopped in front of the makeshift office and exited the car with her bag in hand, shoving her keys into the bag as she walked up to the front door. As she stared at the building, her stomach did flips, she hated starting a new job.

Starting a new place of work always made her feel like her stomach was flipping so hard that it'd fall out of her ass. Taking a deep breath and gripping the straps of her bag, Y/n muttered encouragements to herself, "来吧, Y/n。别这么娘娘腔 男人......呃......女人，快滚进大楼" 

After cursing at herself in Chinese, Y/n finally opened the door and stepped inside. "Hello, how may I help you?" The receptionist asked with a sweet smile on her face, "Um, I'm here to see Mrs. Susie Wolff. I am her new PA." Y/n explained, wiping her clammy hands on her pants.

The receptionist typed a few things before picking up her phone and calling someone. After a few minutes, the woman looked up at her again, "Okay, you can go sit and Mrs. Wollf will be with you shortly." 

Y/n nodded and turned to go sit in the lobby. The girl sat down and looked around, studying the lobby of the building. This must be where Susie works when her husband is busy doing whatever it is he does and she wants to be around her son.

"Alright, have a wonderful day. Be a good boy for Jessi, okay?" Y/n turned at the sound of Susie's voice to see her kneeling down with her hands on a little blonde boy's shoulders. The little boy nodded and wrapped his arms around Susie's neck.

Y/n and Susie watched as another woman, whom Y/n admittedly didn't notice at first, picked the young boy up and walked out of the building. Y/n continued to watch the duo leave, not noticing Susie turn to her with a smile.

"Ms. Lee? Ms. Lee?" Susie called out before putting a hand on Y/n's shoulder. Y/n jumped up in surprise and whipped around, "妈的! Oh, Mrs. Wolff. I apologise. I didn't see you walking up to me." Y/n breathed, putting a hand over her heart as if it would stop the racing.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry." Susie apologised with a chuckle, "It's fine. Anyway, good morning to you, Mrs. Wolff. How was your morning so far?" Y/n questioned, standing up.

"Oh, it was okay. It's been a long and busy one. How about you? How was your morning so far?" Susie asked, "It was a morning. I woke up, got dressed, and drove here." Y/n answered.

Susie gestured for Y/n to follow her, "That's certainly a way to start the morning. Are you hungry?" Susie questioned, Y/n opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by her stomach growling.

It wasn't as loud as books and stories make it out to be, but when in a huge, silent, echoey hallway where things seemed much more audible than they really were...

Y/n's jaw dropped and her hands pressed against her stomach as if that would stop the growling. "I guess that answers my question." Susie chuckled, "We don't have food in the office, but I was planning on revisiting that cafe we went to last time. It's a tad bit stuffy in the office anyway."

Sussie led the younger woman out of the building, "Do you want to ride with me or are you fine taking your car?" Susie questioned. 

Y/n wanted to take the rental car, but she also wanted to ride with Susie. It would be nice to get to know her boss better, but at the same time, Y/n didn't know if it was appropriate to do so.

But wait.

She's a PA, which means she should be nearby at all times during work hours, right? With a nod, Y/n walked up to the passenger side door and put her hand on the handle, "I hope you don't mind if I ride with you." 

Susie waved her in, "No problem. Come on in." She said. Y/n opened the door to the Mercedes and slid into the passenger seat. 

Y/n looked around the interior with a look of awe. She had never been in such a luxury car. She rented the BMW, but it was at a discounted price and even that price was much more than she could afford.

"You like the car?" Susie questioned, looking at Y/n inspecting the interior of the car, "Yeah, it's much nicer than any other car I've been in. When I make enough money, I'm going to get one. A Mercedes, I mean." Y/n answered.

"Is your current car not good enough?" Susie asked, reversing as Y/n buckled up, "No, that's not my car. I rented it and I have to return it soon. I don't have enough money to get one at the moment. Spent all of my money on my expensive apartment." Y/n sighed.

Susie's smile faded as she processed what Y/n had said, while Y/n herself was practically kicking herself. 

Why would she just tell her business to her new boss like that?

"Y/n, do you have enough money for food?" Susie asked but got no answer, which was enough of an answer for her. 

Susie cleared her throat, "Moving on, I'm going to need you to fill out some stuff when we get to the cafe. I forgot to bring it with me last time." Susie changed the subject.

"Of course. I'm excited to go to the cafe again. They had delicious pastries. Have you tried their normal menu?" Y/n asked, gratefully accepting the topic switch.

She didn't need to or want to, seem like she wasn't in a good place. She wasn't, but she wasn't going to tell her new employer that she had spent so much on her apartment, the car, and buying her first set of groceries, that she had no more money.

Which was a huge reason as to why she got this job in the first place. She was a wannabe model whose life went to shit as soon as she tried to be a model. If it weren't for her parents and Felix, she'd...

Y/n shook her head. She didn't want to think about what would've become of her if they hadn't lent her enough money to pay her bills. 

In a way, they were also the only reason she was able to make it to Monaco. 

Susie looked at her new assistant out of the side of her eye. She had been talking to her, but she could tell Y/n's attention wasn't on her.

Her face was blank, but her body said that she wasn't happy with what was going through her head. Susie parked the car in the lot of the cafe in which they first officially met and turned the car off.

She studied the half-Australian before reaching out, pulling her hand back in hesitation before fully reaching out and placing her hand on top of Y/n's clenched one.

Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin when Susie's smooth hand covered hers, the touch was cool yet sent sparks of heat in her stomach. Y/n looked up at the much older woman with wide eyes, "Sorry ma'am, did you--?"

"Are you okay? Truthfully, are you okay?" Susie questioned, Y/n nodded her head, putting her free hand over Susie's, "I'm fine. I was just deep in thought. We should go in." Y/n said, pulling her hands away and exiting the car.

Susie let out a sigh and followed Y/n. It wasn't her place to push the girl, but as her employer and more importantly a mother, she couldn't help but want to understand more about what was upsetting her.

She wanted to help the younger woman as much as she could. But first, it seemed she had to gain her trust.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

The two women now sat at a two-person table on the patio with menus in their hands and a silence between them. It was the type of silence that was not uncomfortable nor was it comfortable. 

It was the type of silence one could enjoy for a long time without feeling awkward, but it wasn't the type of silence that was comfortable.

Y/n didn't know how to describe it in any other way than that.

The dark-haired half-Aussie looked up when she heard Susie clear her throat gently, "Uh, do you know what you want yet? The stuff we got last time was pretty good, so I might take some home for my family." Susie said, continuing to look at the options for food.

"Uh, yeah. I think I know what I want, but I don't know if it's any good. It's the Brioche au Homrd façon Riviera. What about you?" Y/n asked, Susie showed Y/n the menu and pointed at which one she wanted, "Ah, the Croque Monsieur à la Truffe. It sounds delicious. Oh, here comes the waitress." Y/n noted, politely waving over to the waitress.

As the waitress walked over, Susie's phone began to ring, "Shoot, I have to take this. Do you mind ordering for me?" Susie asked, grabbing her phone from her purse.

"Go on, Mrs. Wolff. I'll order for you." Y/n smiled before turning to the waitress.

Susie walked outside the cafe and stood by the car, "Hello?" Susie answered, "Hello, liebling." The gruff voice of her husband greeted sweetly.

"How are things going in Sakhir?" Susie asked, "Things are going great. The car is looking wonderful and I'm really confident this season. How are things going with your new intern?" Toto questioned.

"She's my personal assistant, Toto. And she's wonderful so far. A really beautiful and sweet girl that I think will make a wonderful personal assistant." Susie said. Toto could hear that she wanted to say something, but didn't want to continue and, knowing her, whatever it was was eating at her.

"And what is the problem?" Toto questioned, "I..." Susie hesitated. She wanted to help Y/n because she knew that the woman would end up in a really bad situation. She'd earn €33,965 per year or €2,684.85 per month and, as much as it seemed, it would only pay for her rent. 

It wouldn't be enough for her to fully live off of and Susie wished she could raise the amount she had to pay, but she wasn't legally allowed to.

But it also wasn't any of her business, so she just shook her head, "Nothing. Nothing at all." Susie sighed.

After about a twenty-minute conversation with her husband, Susie hung up and made her way back to the restaurant. "I'm back. Sorry for keeping you." Susie apologised, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

"It's fine, Mrs. Wolff. The food just got here anyway." Y/n said, placing the food Susie ordered in front of her. 

"Okay, so while we eat, I'm going to have you sign some documents that I forgot to have you sign and I'll explain what you'll be doing," Susie said, opening up her purse and pulling out some papers.

Y/n, who had begun cutting her lobster roll in half, looked up at the sound of the paper being placed in front of her. Her hands were a bit messy, so she extended her pinky and used it to drag the documents over to her side where she could see better.

After looking it over, Y/n grabbed her napkin and wiped off her hands before grabbing a pen that Susie offered, "Thanks," Y/n muttered.

"So as my personal assistant you will help me with managing schedules, communicating, taking notes, planning, organizing, preparing, and reminding." Susie explained, picking up a half of her sandwich.

Y/n looked up from the paperwork she was doing and looked at Susie with confusion written all over her freckled face.

 "I know I didn't explain it well. You will basically be helping me schedule meetings, appointments, and events. You'll help me answer phone calls, emails, and any inquiries. You will be taking meeting minutes and transcribing from dictation, planning travel, including flights, accommodations, and transportation, organizing events and conferences, preparing reports, presentations, and briefs, and reminding their manager of important tasks and deadlines." Susie said.

Y/n put her pen down and nodded her head, "I know it sound like a lot to do alone, but you won't be doing git alone. We'll be working together. The only thing that you'll probably be doing alone is running errands for me when I'm busy." Susie reassured, biting into her sandwich.

"Oh, I understand. Doesn't sound too difficult to do." Y/n spoke, picking up her roll and taking a big bite. Y/n hummed in satisfaction as the flavours of her food hit her tongue, "This is really good." The woman muttered.

"I've never had food from here either, but I'm really enjoying this." Susie agreed.

"So, Mrs. Wolff, how long have you been in motorsports?" Y/n asked, "Well, I started out as a driver and then I decided I'd  help little girls achieve their dreams of becoming F1 drivers themselves. What about you? I read that you used to be a really talented driver before quitting." Susie noted.

"I was close to becoming an F1 driver, but I contracted menegitis and I lost my hearing, so I couldn't compete anymore. Also, I couldn't get any sponsors despite being "talented"" Y/n said, putting air quotes around talented.

"I've watched some of your old races and I think you would've made it pretty far in F1." Susie complimented, wiping her hands and mouth.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wolff." Y/n thanked bashfully.

"Please, call me Susie. We'll be working close together from now on." Susie gave Y/n a smile and, once again, the girl couldn't help but notice how beautiful her smile was.

The two had settled into a comfortable silence where the only sounds that were heard was the ambiance of the cafe with the patrons chattering, utensils clinking against plates, and the sound of the kitchen workers making food and drink in the back.

Susie finished her food and wiped her hands and mouth again, leaning against the table and watching Y/n finish up her own food. 

"Say, Y/n," Susie called to grab her attention. Y/n looked up and tilted her head curiously, "If you had the chance, would you become a driver again?"

Y/n froze. Driving again had always been a sensitive topic to her. She wanted to drive again. She wanted to feel the wheel under her hands, a helmet on her head, and the seat that's fitted perfectly for her.

She wanted to be a driver more than she wanted to model, but she knew she could never do it again. The inside of her ears didn't work, which means she couldn't hear any radio messages.

Unless there was a way they could help her hear without using the ear pieces, it was impossible and Y/n told her just that.

"I would if I could. But with me being unable to hear normally, there's just no way. I have to wear headphones that cover my cochlear and hearing aid or else I wouldn't be able to hear anything." Y/n explained.

Susie nodded in understanding, thinking about something before deciding to discuss it with her husband later.

"Okay, well, back to business. The F1 Academy won't be announced until November, but we have a lot of things to do before it opens. Are you ready?" Susie asked.

"I am."

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“Who are you?”

“Uh… yeah. R,royal? I… uh.. w,who are you- if it’s you don’t mind me asking?” You stammer, caught off guard about being referred to as royal (tho you were used to being called that at work already, tho not in a nice way)

“Oh-! How rude of me-!” The fancy dentures exclaimed, suddenly standing straight in front of you, w a cane suddenly in his grip, then leans down in a Gentleman’s Bow, gently taking your laced gloved hand, making you want to giggle as he closes his mouth/eyes to give it a polite kiss. You cover your mouth to hide your childish delight, but your warmed red cheeks give yourself away- this doesn’t go unnoticed.

A round purple translucent floating ball w eyes and a smile w a (word) where teeth should be, the look she gives you causes you to wonder what’s going on behind her lights- also now that you think of it, who or what is she?

The set of talking teeth continues, taking your attention away from the orb, “I am Prince Caine- of this Lovely Circus! A ringleader of sorts you might say- I monitor and preside over this Online Digital World! Feel free to come to me if you have any questions or concerns!” He kisses her hand again- you catch your heart fluttering a little.

You gulp, “I… uh.. thank you. I will.”

The purple semi translucent orb pipes up “What an adorable little dolly my League~ have you told her about today’s activities?”

The shoelace kitty hasn’t run off again yet, she’s rubs against the Prince Caine’s leg, seemingly less skittish, she now flops on her back between you two- showing her belly, so cute.. (do you dare?)

“Oh yes- the Activity-! But first, I think I should show this lovely petal around a bit- care to enjoy a tour of this Beautiful Land?” He says with a…was that a wink or a blink? You can’t tell..

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Amygdala

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part 17

Yoongi could only follow behind as Margot threw herself into the restaurant and into Tae-il’s waiting arms. A small smile, one that was barely even there, pulled at the corner of his lips as he watched the reunion.

Here Margot was free with her affection. She made no effort to hide how much she loved the old man, and Tae-il made no attempt to hide how relieved he was to see her alive and in one piece, clutching the young woman to him as she threw her arms around him in a heartwarming homecoming. She was happy here in a way that she was not back at the penthouse.

Yoongi felt the briefest twinge of guilt before it was swept away. She’d be just as happy with him in time. She’d been happy with him before, and she would again. It didn’t sit quite so well with him though that she was so happy somewhere that wasn’t with him. He knew the ugly feeling welling up in his chest was jealousy, but he refused to acknowledge that he was jealous of someone who was practically her father.

“Margot, what are you doing here?” Tae-il whispered into her hair as he clutched her tight.

“He offered to bring me here for lunch.” she whispered back. “Don’t mention the call.”

Tae-il nodded, squeezing her tight again before letting her go. “I’ve missed you, Margot.” He held her at arms length scanning her for any injuries. “You look ill.” He noted, quickly taking in the slightly ashen note to her skin after several days wallowing, and the faint circles under her eyes. “Has he not been taking care of you?”

“I’ve been taking very good care of her.” Yoongi piped up with a scoff, walking over with his hands tucked into his pockets. “Your niece is very stubborn though.”

“Then you should have taken better care of her.” Tae-il sniped back, pushing Margot slightly behind him as though that would stop Yoongi from getting to her if he truly wanted to. She was there by his good will, and they would leave when he wanted them to. Everything in between was a gift to Margot.

“I take perfectly good care of her.” He sniped back, before bowing and muttering a respectful greeting. He was here to win points after all not to alienate her family.

Tae-il surveyed the younger man, taking him in with a certain distaste that had not been there in years past but had been all too prevalent since they’d crossed paths again. If he’d had his way, Margot would have been set up with a nice boy like that young detective who regularly came to the restaurant. She would have been safe and happy and settled with someone who wasn’t involved in unsavory business, but that wasn’t what fate had had in store for the young woman, and he could only hope that she would be able to disentangle herself from the young man before it was too late.

“Have you eaten, Margot?” Tae-il asked, tearing his attention away from Yoongi and placing it back on Margot.

“Not yet.” she shook her head, eyeing the two men carefully as though a fist fight was about to break out. “We just finished some errands. I was wearing a hole through his credit card in retaliation for the kidnapping.”

“Did it work?”

Margot sighed dramatically, sinking into the seat of one of the empty tables with Tae-il taking the one across from her. “Unfortunately not. He’s ridiculously okay with me spending all his money.”

“He hasn’t hurt you has he?” Tae-il asked, brows scrunched together in a serious expression.

“I would never hurt her.” Yoongi grumbled, affronted by the question as he took the seat next to Margot. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

“A criminal.” Margot and Tae-il responded in unison much to Yoongi’s chagrin.

Margot did her best to keep conversation light and as unsuspicious as possible as lunch continued. Any mistake on her part could mean the end to her supposed freedom. She still wasn’t sure that Yoongi was completely serious about letting her leave the penthouse whenever she wanted so long as her guard dogs went with her. She had a sneaking suspicion that any major mistakes on her part and Yoongi would take that freedom away as quickly as he had given it. She knew with absolute certainty that her phone call to Tae-il earlier would be one of those mistakes.

Tae-il was doing an admirable job of pretending as though the conversation had never happened, and Yoongi was none the wiser. For the most part he had kept quiet over the course of lunch, content to sit with his arm slung over the back of her chair watching her as she sat and caught up with the only family she had in the country.

His eyes remained glued on her the entire time, transfixed by the way she smiled as she spoke to her ‘uncle’. She was happy here in the restaurant, at ease. Yoongi hadn’t seen her truly at ease since he’d laid eyes on her that first night. Ever since then she’d been holding herself back from him, stiff and wary. He loved seeing her like this though. Like this she was bright and vibrant.

He could take in all of her when she was like this. He could appreciate the way she talked with her hands just like she had when they were in school together. He could see the way the corners of her eyes creased when she laughed, her eyes sparkling. It wasn’t a half-hearted scoff or sardonic chuckle. This was a joyous sound that bubbled up from her and overtook her whole being, her head thrown back causing the little gold bumble bees dangling from her ears to sparkle in the light.

As happy as Yoongi was to see her like this, he couldn’t completely dampen down the burning jealousy that roiled in his gut. Part of him hated that he wasn’t the one who had caused her to laugh like this. He hadn’t been the one to make her this happy. The few times her attention had wavered to him the spark had flickered from her eye replaced by an annoyance that did nothing to sooth his jealous spirit.

It was that jealous spark that encouraged him to try to draw her attention back to him. It was little things. The tips of his fingers would trail across the upper part of her arm, a delicate motion that pulled her attention to him for a moment as if to ask him to stop, all though he didn’t. She was his girl after all,and he had every right to touch her. It grounded him in a way and helped him to keep jealousy at bay when he touched her. It reminded him that she was right there with him even if her attention wasn’t focused on him.

Yoongi didn’t consider himself to be a jealous man, not usually, but there was something about Margot that raised all sorts of demons within him. For her he would commit all sorts of unspeakable crimes. He would do just about anything if she commanded it. If so much as a hair on her precious head was harmed, he would raze the city to the ground. Granted he would never tell her any of this. His Margot was a precious creature who wouldn’t want him to do such things for her sake. She wouldn’t want him to do such things though as was proven by her current disdain for him.

Just as he had gotten his jealousy under control a deep voice called out, pulling all three of their attentions towards the door of the restaurant.

“Margot-ssi!”

Yoongi and Margot both turned to see Kim Namjoon standing in the doorway looking rumpled and harried as though he had rushed over and his eyes fixed on Margot with extreme relief. It was a look that didn’t sit well with Yoongi at all. His eyes narrowed in on the other man as he made his way towards the group his focus on Margot who was sitting and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Margot-ssi,” he started, a little breathless. “Are you alright? Tae-il-ssi said you had been kidnapped, and no one could reach you!”

“Namjoon-ssi.” Margot gave him a smile, a strained brittle expression not at all like the smiles she had displayed up until then. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”

“Margot-ssi…” Namjoon hesitated, taking stock of the strained atmosphere around Margot and Tae-il and of how Yoongi was staring daggers at him.

Margot glanced between Namjoon and Yoongi very aware of how precarious the situation was. Both men looked like they wanted to knock the other flat on their ass, and she doubted very much that a brawl would do much for her freedom.

“Namjoon-ssi, it’s good to see you. How have you been?” She kept the smile on her face bright as she glanced from Yoongi to Namjoon again trying, to signal that he also needed to keep the situation light- for all their sakes.

“I’ve been well.” He responded, words slow and measured as he tried to puzzle out what Margot was trying to tell him. “No one has heard from you in a few days. We weren’t sure you were alright.”

Yoongi scoffed at that, his derision clear. “Of course she’s alright. I would never let anything happen to my Margot.”

“I’m sure.” Namjoon replied dryly, his own distaste for Yoongi just as clear. “But you can understand the concern when no one could get a hold of her, and no one knew where she was.”

Yoongi smiled, a terrible and sharp expression more reminiscent of a predator baring their teeth than a smile. “As you can see, she’s perfectly fine. No need to worry.”

Namjoon replied with a smile of his own, an expression that was equally as strained and untrue as Yoongi’s. “Of course there was a need to worry. I’m sure you’d be just as worried if she disappeared for a week, and you couldn’t reach her. It’s natural to think that something… unsavory had happened.”

Yoongi moved his arm from the back of her chair to wrap it around her waist, pulling her snuggly into his side. “As you can see, she’s just fine, Detective Kim.”

“I think I’d like to hear that from her, if that’s alright with you?” Namjoon kept up his smile, quirking a brow in an almost challenging expression as he spoke to Yoongi.

“Margot?” Yoongi asked, eyes glittering with something dark and wild as he turned the question over to her.

Margot didn’t need him to say it to know what would happen if she didn’t choose her words very carefully. The look in his eyes was enough to tell her that she wouldn’t like the consequences should this interaction not go his way. She didn’t think he would harm her, but she wouldn’t put it past him to harm Tae-il or Maria. She wouldn’t put it past him to harm Namjoon either if the detective continued to get on his nerves, and that wasn’t something that Margot wanted weighing on her conscience.

“I’m perfectly unharmed.” she replied, keeping her smile fixed in place despite the anxiety churning in her gut. “I’m sorry to have worried everyone though. My phone broke, and I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet.”

“I thought you were heading to the countryside to help out Tae-il-ssi's brother?” Namjoon questioned, not believing her for a moment.

“Plans changed.”

Namjoon nodded, glancing between her and Yoongi and taking note of the way that Yoongi’s arm kept itself possessively curled around her. He noted the stiff way in which she held herself in his embrace and the nervous way in which Tae-il’s eyes kept darting between her, Yoongi, and Namjoon as though waiting for something bad to happen. He noted the pleading look in Margot’s eyes, willing him to leave the situation alone for the moment. He noted the way that Yoongi looked at him as though willing him to make a mistake of some kind.

“You should really get your phone fixed, Margot-ah.” He switched to the informal, taking special notice of the way that Yoongi’s expression turned even more sour. “Text me when you get it fixed. You know I’m always happy to help if you need anything.”

“I have all of Margot’s needs well in hand.” Yoongi interrupted before Margot could say anything else. “That I can promise you.”

He flexed his arm, pulling Margot imperceptibly closer. It was a possessive act meant to send a clear signal to Namjoon that his assistance wasn’t needed or wanted.

“I’ll give you a call when I can.” Margot promised, attempting to break the tension though it did little good.

“I’ll hold you to it.” he nodded, shooting her a charming smile that only served to make Yoongi’s blood boil.

Yoongi stood suddenly, pulling Margot up with him as he gave their bullshit excuses and goodbyes to Namjoon and Tae-il. “Let’s go, Margot.”

“Yoon-Yoongi!” She stuttered out, trying to pull out of his hold as he made a half-hearted goodbye to Tae-il for the sake of politeness and began to drag her towards the entrance of the restaurant. “Yoongi, wait!”

“We’re going home.” He growled, tugging her forward his grip firm but not painful as he forced her onward.

“Yoongi, please!”

The patrons in the restaurant watched on in morbid fascination to what they had to have thought was a domestic dispute. People loved to watch other people’s dramas unfold, and this was certainly a good one given the way everyone was staring.

“You can’t make her go if she doesn’t want to.” Namjoon asserted, striding forward and grabbing her free hand at the wrist. The motion stopped their whole group in its track.

Yoongi’s eyes slowly traveled down to where Namjoon’s hand was clasped around Margot’s wrist, narrowing in displeasure his jaw clenched.

“Remove your hand before I remove it for you.” He hissed, his own grip tightening on Margot’s other arm.

“She doesn’t have to go anywhere she doesn’t want to.”

Her eyes darted between the two, her mind racing as she tried to configure a plan to keep Yoongi from committing a murder in the middle of the day. The look in his eye didn’t promise good things if Namjoon didn’t let go of her wrist soon.

“Yoongi.” she murmured, her voice all soft and pleading. “Yoongi, it’s alright.”

His attention flickered back to her briefly before it returned back to Namjoon his tongue in his cheek.

“Namjoon.” Margot implored, turning to the other man. “Namjoon, I’m fine, but you need to let go now.”

“You can’t seriously want me to let you go with him?” Namjoon asked, incredulous. “Margot, just last week the very thought of him terrified you so much that you wanted to leave the city. You can’t want to go with him now.”

Her eyes flickered to Yoongi’s quickly, taking in the dangerous set of his jaw as he listened. This was going south far too quickly, and she didn’t know how much damage control she could do if any.

“I’ll be just fine, Namjoon. He’s not going to hurt me.” She kept her tone even and calm even though her limbs were shaking. She knew that Namjoon could feel the tremors. “I’ll call and let you know that I’m fine as soon as I can.”

“Mari-ah.” Yoongi called her name sharply.

She turned to him briefly and then back to Namjoon. “Could you do me a favor, Namjoon?”

“Anything.”

“Look after Tae-il for me?”

Gently, Margot tugged her wrist out of his hold, turning her whole attention back to Yoongi who was silently seething next to her.

“Take me home, Yoongi.” she requested, keeping the same soft pleading in her voice as before. Her gaze flitted across his features anxiously, the feeling growing worse and worse the longer that they stood there immobile.

Margot had always been a peacemaker. Perhaps it was due to her own parent’s unhappy marriage the resulting unhappy childhood that had been inflicted on herself and her sister. Perhaps it was a byproduct of the anxiety that she was riddled with. Perhaps it was just her nature, but better for worse she was a peacemaker. If there was a way that she could keep an argument from breaking out or that she could ease tension in a situation, she would do it, ever the people pleaser.

“Take me home.” she repeated, less a request now than an order no matter how softly spoken it was, and much to her relief, it worked.

Yoongi’s expression softened. The tension left his jaw, and his eyes took on less of a glare as he looked at her. He was a hard man, but he would always be soft for her.

“Yoongi.” she tried again, her tone even more firm than before though her voice was still soft as she spoke. “Take me home.”

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Best Of The Worst Pt.2

Han Hyeongjun Summary: You spilled the queen's secret. Now what will Hyeongjun do with that information? (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

part 1

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“Good enough?” You checked. Hyeongjun runs his tongue across the inside of his cheek.

“How did you get this information?” he asked. 

“Very unfortunate timing,” you answered. Hyeongjun looks at the dejected look on your face and chuckles. 

“Keep talking,” he tells you.

“I was doing my daily chores. I was heading out to take in the laundry, but instead I walked right into the blacksmith talking to the queen about how he has the right to see his son,” you explained. 

“You call that unfortunate timing? Knowing that secret gives you so much power,” he says. 

“No, it got me locked in a wooden crate and thrown off a waterfall. The queen ordered to have me killed!” you ranted angrily. 

“Oh honey, you should have threatened her with the secret before she could even think about disposing you,” he mocked you. 

“Sorry I’m not an evil person like you, so I don’t know much about doing stuff like that,” you sassed him back. 

“Should I teach you then?” he offered. Your brows knitted together in confusion. 

“Teach me?” you questioned. 

“Yes, teach you. You must want some type of revenge right? She did try to kill you,” he notes. 

“As upset as I am about that. I really just want to live my life peacefully. I’m free from the castle, so I should take the chance to start a new life,” you state.

“You’re so boring!” Hyeongjun leaned back dramatically. “The queen tried to take your life! Scare her a bit!” He said manically. You could literally see the crazy in his eyes. 

“You can scare her if you want. I should get going now,” you say. 

“Go where exactly? You lived in the castle as a maid didn’t you? You have nowhere to go.”

“Why do you care? I’ll figure it out,” you tell him. You started to walk in your way. 

“Let’s go see the blacksmith.” Hyeongjun swung his arm around your shoulder . To which you smack his hand. 

“Let go of me.” You walk out of his grasp. “Why would I go with you anyway?” You continued to walk. Once more Hyeongjun came up to you, but this time he linked his arm with yours instead of putting it around your shoulders. 

“You don’t have anywhere else to go anyway. Come with me.” He pulled you along by your linked arm. 

“We had a deal,” you reminded, pausing your footsteps. 

“Yes we did and you said if I didn’t think the secret was good enough I could kill you or whatever I fancy,” he pointed. 

“So? You were clearly interested in it. That means I can go on my way.” You tried to pull your arm from his, but he held it in place. 

“I never said it was good enough.” He tauntingly turned his head to the side. “But I don’t feel like killing you, which leaves whatever I fancy,” he smirked. 

“And you fancy me seeing the blacksmith with you?” you say. 

“Quick catch.” He winked at you. “Now come on.” He pulled you along again. 

The journey to the blacksmith was weird to say the least. It was mostly quiet, with little words exchanged between the two of you. However it was still very unnerving. You felt as if at any second Hyeongjun could turn around and kill you. Not to mention the fact that his arm never left yours. The whole way your arms were linked at the elbows. Everytime you tried to slip yours out of the hold, Hyeongjun would hold your arm tighter. 

When you arrived at the village Hyeongjun finally let your arm be free of his grasp. Only to then be covered in his long coat. 

“What are you doing?” you questioned. 

“You’re dressed like a maid. You stick out too much,” he justified. You would never admit it, but he did have a point. You being spotted when you're supposed to be dead certainly wouldn’t be a good thing. 

“Let’s just hurry and find the blacksmith,” you grumbled, pulling Hyeongjun’s jacket closed to hide your apparel. You can’t help but smell the waft of Hyeongjun’s scent from his jacket. It was woody with a bit of ash and something you're not quite sure of.

Soon enough you arrived at the blacksmith’s shop. Once you entered the shop Hyeongjun pulled the big double doors closed behind the two of you with a loud bang. 

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!” The blacksmith yelled.

“Do you want to see your son or not?” Hyeongjun got straight to the point. The backsmith looked at Hyeongjun perplexedly before his eyes fell onto you. 

“You’re the maid from this morning right?” he asked you. 

“Yes.” You let go of the fabric of Hyeongjun’s jacket, revealing your maid outfit. 

“What are you doing here?” he questioned. 

“The queen tried to kill them for knowing about the prince’s real bloodline, so I’m gonna show them how to get revenge,” Hyeongjun answered. 

“I never agreed to-”

“Whatever I fancy.” Hyeongjun cut you off. 

“Wait. You can’t keep-” 

“I’ll just kill you then,” he cut you off again. 

“But our deal is over-”

“It’s over when I say it’s over. You should have made the conditions on ‘whatever you fancy’ more clear.” Hyeongjun smirks at you. You sigh. For a second you momentarily forgot that Hyeongjun wasn’t a good guy either. You should have expected that he would find a way to screw you too. Although you guess it’s better than someone actively trying to kill you, but it still sucked. 

“Oh come on honey, don’t glare at me like that,” he said with a pout.

“Hate to step in on your little moment, but you asked me if I wanted to see my son,” the blacksmith interrupted. 

“Ah yes that. Well the whole village will know that he’s not the king’s blood soon, so he’ll probably want to know who his real dad is,” Hyeongjun discloses. 

“Hyeongjun no. The queen will really have me dead if word gets out,” you refused.

“She already thinks you’re dead. All you have to do is watch her go insane over the news and enjoy it.” You can see the crazy light up in his eyes.

part 1

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[octoberautumnbox]

hello kuya box, just wanted to pop in and ask how you're doing :) I've been (im)patiently waiting for yuri comeback news so I can finally get into her more :<)

Fluffy question for you:

Imagine you and Yuri are in school together. You're both in the same friend group and you've had a secret crush on her for years now. While you're hanging out with your friends, you suddenly find yourself alone with her. Despite your anxiety, the moment just feels right - how would you confess to her?

have a yuri :)

hi 0cta9on! everyone and their moms on the edge of their seats for that cb i get it GJKSHFJKDHSGKJSFHJK but we gotta let her cook!! :DDDD

also i keep getting requests and ideas for this general plot LMAO i'll get to that draft eventually! in the meantime please enjoy this short thingy ehe

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It's been about forty minutes now, and nearly everyone is rolling around in the grass of the Sunken Garden. The admin should be kicking people out right now, but for some reason, nobody hears your friends' racket, allowing you free reign for as long as nobody comes near enough. It's strange that you have the free real estate all to yourself, but you're not one to complain. Finals were tough on everybody, and by the looks of it, you and your friends most of all.

Hanbin and Jeongin are locked in a verbal argument, threatening to turn physical soon. Somi yaps on with Chaeryeong off to the side, spilling their drinks on the soil and forming puddles of intoxicating mud in the ground. And finally, Ryujin lies face down in the grass, true to character, and the sheer fact that it's Ryujin silences any alarms that she might be in danger that would have otherwise started blaring in your head.

All that's left is you and Yuri, sitting on a nearby tree root, watching the scenes unfold by the light of a streetlamp infested with moths. She eyes each one lazily, from the fight, to the gossip, to Ryujin who is most probably not dead, as she sips beer from her bottle and punctuates the swig with a relief-filled "ahhh."

Her beauty is mesmerizing, from her half-lidded eyes, to the way her hair perfectly frames her face, to how her lips curl with each sip she takes of her drink. It's nothing like anyone has ever seen before, or, at least not the way you've seen her. It doesn't help that the moon, full as can be, shines its borrowed light as if only on her, like a spotlight to the main character of a soap opera.

It must be the alcohol; it must be. There's not a single reason in the world that you feel the way you feel right now. Never mind that it's bad tonight, never mind that she's so pretty, never mind that this is the first chance you've ever had alone with her, never mind that it might also be the last...

Your heart pounds nearly as hard as your head throbs in search of water. Everything is wrong, and there's only one way to make it right. Lie to yourself, "it's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." Kick yourself mentally: you know it's not.

"Yuri," you say tentatively. Part of you wishes she'd heard and would turn your way, the rest of you prays she didn't.

"Yeah?" Look over to her, find her gaze still glued to the various comical sights in front of the both of you. She smiles at her friends' antics, and she smiles to you. Your eyes make contact, and you swear you've never felt more honest — honest and vulnerable.

"It's only the alcohol, it's only the alcohol..." It repeats like a broken record in your head. You try your damnedest to convince yourself it's only the alcohol, that she's just that pretty tonight, that she's just that pretty every night the past ten years you've known her. This isn't anything special. This is just plain old Yuri. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just Yuri.

"N-nothing. Nice night out, huh?" You realize you're staring, and you avoid her eyes. Take a panicked sip of your own beer, but, fuck, did you make it look not-panicked?

"Yeah, it is. Really is." Yuri places her head on your shoulder and sighs all the air out her lungs. Her eyes flutter shut as she fills her lungs again with a crisp night breeze. By accident, you swear by accident, the fragrance of her hair enters your nostrils, and you take in the comfort of her being plainly close to you.

And just like that, you fail again. Your feelings stay tightly locked in a box, buried deep in the recesses of your heart. Who knows when they'll surface, or if they ever will.

Fuck it. This is enough. More than, even. This is Yuri.

Just Yuri. Nothing more. Nothing less.

[spiderprincess-suffet]

I frickin love my Aus Sally, i purposely made her the opposite of how the fandom majority sees her and I love her now lol.

I feel like the Creepypasta fandom has this overly Pure and innocent view of Sally, with the frilly dresses bows and sweet innocent attitude even not allowing any shipping with her as odd as that is.

I've seen many people headcannon her as Aroace Wich Is fine if you just like it or are even self projecting a bit cuz I've seen people do but, butttt ive also seen a pretty big amount of people headcannon her as Aroace specifically because of the SA in her story, and that's never really sat right with me just cuz it kinda sends the message of

If you've been SA'd in the past you'll never feel love or want to even think of anything romantic or sexual again. Which admittedly can happen as a trauma response but it's not all the time people have many different trauma responses and for my Sally I wanted to lean away from that.

My Sally isn't some innocent girl who can't defend herself and wears all these frilly dresses and needs to be covered at all times, she's not afraid to wear things like Tanktops crop tops shorts heels and just generally more revealing stuff like most of the fandom tends to portray her as, tho obviously it's not to the overly sexualized and inappropriate type of revealing stuff I'm just saying Sally isn't held back by the SA she's grown up and she's not ashamed of her body and not afraid to wear more revealing stuff like Tanktops as it's not what you wear NO ONE deserves SA or is asking for it just by wearing shorts or a crop top and you shouldn't be expected to be innocent and completely covered at all times it's okay to wear whatever it's up to the adults to not be creepy about it.

She's still girly overall loves pink and ribbons and glitter but she's not some innocent child she knows what happened to her was wrong and she's trying to move on from it and live a normal life, she's also not stupid and can defend herself another thing that buggs me is how many people make characters like Masky or Toby or slender always come to her rescue making sure no man can hurt her again but to me that just takes away her agency, saying she needs all the men in her life to protect her when she can protect herself they should be guiding her and teaching her how to fight properly not just doing it for her.

She also likes romance talk my Sally is Bisexual as just because you were SA'd doesn't mean you can never love or want to be loved again shes a normal bisexual girl who gets crushes and sure she still feels awkward and is very cautious especially around men but still she likes to fantasize about going on dates and getting valentine's gifts and that's okay XD

Uh I hope I explained this well im not trying to offend anyone and I'm pretty bad at explaining my thoughts but I tried sorry it might not come off as I intended so feel free to ask questions I'll be glad to attempt some clarifying.🫠

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Which one? (Hannibal/Will)

Description: Both of them like Y/N and when she finds out she was to choose

Word Count: 714

Request:

Hi could you please write a fanfic, where both Hannibal and Will are -obsessively- interested in the reader, who is completely oblivious. After she finally realizes their interest, she needs to choose one of them (preferably Hannibal) and it ends in smut?

Author’s note: I completely forgot to add the smut I’m so sorry but I hope you like it! Also feel free to send in request. I’m currently on a Challengers kick but I’ll take anything!

Hannibal and Will have lots in common even if they don’t want to admit it. Hannibal though does but Will would rather die than admit to anyone that he is like the physiatrist. They share something that one could kill the other for: feelings for Y/N. They both knew it and hated the fact that they both liked her. She was oblivious to it which made it better for them but also annoying.

They both wondered if she had feelings for one of them. She never showed signs of it but that didn’t mean she didn’t have feelings for one of them. It was rather annoying to everyone around the three watching it all go down. Will would glare at Hannibal anytime he talked to Y/N and Hannibal planned to eat Will anytime he talked to Y/N. Y/N just thought the two guys were just being nice. “Will, Y/N probably wants an older man that can show her the best time.” Hannibal told him as they walked away from her. “I am an older man to her, Hannibal. You would be an elder to her.” Hannibal snorted at his comment.

Y/N was almost 30 so both men were older than her. Y/N wasn’t ever picky with the ages of her partners, as long as they were around her age or older. The day that Y/N realized that they both liked her was when she overheard their conversation. “Y/N would choose me. I’m smart, good looking and I have an accent.” Hannibal told Will. “She would choose me. We have more in common and I make her laugh harder.” Both had great points but Y/N was too shocked to even think about it. Both of them liked her? She had to get away before they saw her listening to them. 

The next day was like any other except that she was well aware of what they were doing. Fighting for her love, attention. They both were good looking men. How could she choose? “Guys we need to talk.” She tells them, her voice had a hint of sadness in it. They looked at her waiting for her to continue. “I know that you both like me.” She states at looks at the two of them. Hannibal hides his shock but Will’s eyes widened. “Oh my how did you know?” He asked. “I overheard you guys talking about it.” Hannibal looked down as did Will. She had to choose one of them. “Who are you choosing and why is it me?” Will gave Hannibal a weird look. “You don’t know that.” He said. Y/N looked between them….

Will’s Version 

“Hanni you’re very nice but I like Will.” She said to the older man. Will wanted to celebrate and laugh in Hannibal’s face but he was too mature for that. Hannibal nodded and gave her a small smile. He was embarrassed that Will was right and sad. “But we can still be friends.” She told him. “I’d like that.” He said and walked away. Will walked up to her and cupped her face, “Thank you.” He said before leaning in and kissing her. 

Hanni’s version 

“Well because I like you Hannibal.” She answered his egotistical question. Will looked shocked. Hannibal smiled and turned to Will. “And see I was right.” “Hanni, don’t be mean I can always change my mind.” She told him. He nodded and turned to her. She looked at Will, “You’re a nice guy Will you will meet someone.” He smiled at her words. “Thank you Y/N.” He said and walked away. Hannibal held out his hand for Y/N to take. She took it and they began walking. “Don’t be mean to him.” Y/N said. “I won’t.” He lied, knowing that he would. 

Both 

“No, I can't choose.” They looked at each other and then back at Y/N. “What do you mean?” “I like you both.” She said. Neither of them saw that coming which changed everything. “So you want us both?” Will asked. Y/N nodded, feeling ashamed. Hannibal noticed the guilty look she had. “Hey, don't be ashamed. I’m sure we can work something out.” He said and looked at Will. Will smiled and nodded. That something happened to be both guys kissing her neck on her bed as she sighed in pleasure.

[nottapossum]

Does that age regression journal Charlie made for everyone actually exist? Because that sounds really helpful honestly. If it’s something you made up for the fix, would you consider posting how to make one irl?

It sadly does not exist. I made it up for a sander sides fic years ago...then never posted it 😅

So I recycled it for this fic because I loved the idea so much. (I still may post that fic someday but it'll be a bit.)

Anyway.

I will absolutely show you how to make one!

To demonstrate, I will use 💜's Jurnal because she's the only one who has a regression journal, lol. She was very nice in letting me use it.

(💜: It's got Patton's emblem on it 🥰)

(For context, we have DID/Osdd and 💜 is one of our headmates that regresses).

(I hope to make more for our other littles, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet.)

(📖: This notebook was actually a gift because it came in a set of baby Yoda notebooks, and our mom didn't want this one, 💜 loved it because she loves Patton on sander sides. And if you don't know what sander sides is, you should 100% binge it. It's on YouTube. Was made by the "story time" vine guy.)

(Anyway we used sticker paper and just printed it out for the notebook. I think it looks pretty cool.)

📝Step 1 is to find a nice notebook and decorate it in a way that makes you happy! (If you decide to use a notebook)

Now, I did this with a pen and some colored pencils ✏️ it's not fancy and it doesn't, need to be either.

If you'd rather type this all up on a computer and put it in a binder, that works too.

However you want to do this is perfect! You can use crayons, pencils, just keep it digitally. Whatever makes you the happiest ✨️

Intro page:

Age range: (💜 wrote 2-5)

Caregiver: (Name of caregiver) (if you don't have one, just don't add this question or you can write "myself" independence!)

Favorites 💕

Favorite color: (💜Wrote Purple)

Favorite show/movie: (💜Sander sides)

Favorite animal: (💜Wrote later, Butterflies and Cats)

Comfort 🧸

Comfort show/Movie: (💜Wrote Sander sides and bluey)

📝Show that helps calm you down or just provides some comfort. This can be different than your favorites or the same.

Comfort book:

📝What book makes you feel comfort? You can also write a fanfic if you want, 💜 did once I added this question to her journal. She may actually need a whole page of her comfort fics. Most are sander sides, and some are Loki, Hamilton, Brooklyn 99, exc. (Mostly SS fics by @childishfluff aka @logical-little-lies here on Tumblr. And @dannyisdone and freepoetrynightmare @agerestorybits onA03, they're great! Check them out! They made us want to start writing fics of our own)

Comfort food/drink (💜Milk, Angel milk)

Comfort idem: (💜Paci, Kitty stuffie, Jasper (a racoon stuffie) )

Add any other questions you want!

📝You can add any other info that might be important for a caregiver to remember or other stuff you want to share just for fun.

Okay now what you actually asked for:

The page in the fic...

Daily checkup 🌻

-Name/Date: (We don't often date things, but it would definitely be important for some)

-I am _ years old today (💜Wrote 5)

📝Just write your little age or ??? If you don't know.

-Today I: (Action, explain your day) (💜Wrote: played with kitties)

📝Explain your day, and probably give yourself more space than I put. Oops.

-I want my caregiver to know: (💜Wrote: I ❤️ U)

📝Great way to tell your cg something that is hard to say outloud. Or just something for fun. If you have no caregiver, feel free to replace this with: "I am feeling: ___ today because:"

You can add any negative emotions to process them.

- I feel _ about today (Good, Bad, Normal) because (give an explanation)

(💜Wrote: Good, because I got to be small)

📝looking at the day and processing any negative feelings or looking back at a happy day, you can smile about later!

-Tomorrow/Next time I want to: (What you hope to do next time you regress) (💜Wrote: Play with dolls)

📝Note for next time if there was something you didn't get to do that you wanted.

-Something bad about the day: (💜Wrote: Feel icky)

-Something good about the day: (💜Wrote: Got to small)

📝Looking at the positives and negatives of the day. It's okay if you can't find something.

If you can't think of something positive, you can write: "I can look forward to better days."

Then, at the bottom, I put a box that asks if the little finished answering the questions.

You can put any sticker or add a check mark ✅️ We just happen to find a yes sticker.

And here is a page of fun recipes for us to remember. 💜 loves to try new kinds of milk.

(Ignore the bad spelling lol)

Some of these I found here and some are on reddit. Just look up "Age regression milk recipes" and they should show up.

📖: There are a lot of really great journal prompts here on Tumblr that you can use as well. I didn't get any of these from tumblr, but I plan on expanding the journal evenentually and may use some I find on here.

Let me know if you guys would be interested in me posting any expansions we make for the journal. I plan on doing it for the fic, so I may post about it anyways.

If you guys decide to use this and post about it on your own blog, plz tag me! I'd love to see it!

Even if it's just a digital one or just a tumblr post. I'd love to see.

@todayimfour @ask-dusty-boy @trophyxtissues2 @abby5577 @im-not-paying-my-taxes @attagirljessy @thatsthat24 @legeufygeuber100 @stormy-is-hyperfixated

[justlostintheinternet]

HERE IS MY RAMBLING CONCERNING TMAGP 17

Spoilers under the cut of course

Disclaimer: I spent 2 hours on this post making theories up as I went. It's probably not making sense in some ways but at this point I just want to finish it because even if it was fun to write I'm kind of too tired of it to reread it for typos and everything. Please feel free to point out things that do not make sence and make your own theories (I love reading them and will probably reply but I'm just done at the moment), but I won't change anything on this post because I don't want to spend another 2 hours or more theorising.

Okay so there a lot happening in this episode... Let's talk about Today's "Protagonist" statement, Darrien.

Statement and Research assessment for candidate PD553 Magnus Institute – Oxford Outreach Centre. Private and confidential. Viability as subject – low Viability as agent – low Viability as catalyst – low Recommend continued incarceration as part of Welling Mutare Materia research program.

The Magnus institute makes a comeback ! In this document, Darrien is said to be a candidate, not a patient, not a suspect, a candidate.

And with it's viability on everything, I'm part of the people convinced TMAGP Magnus Institute served the same purpose as the Institute for TMA.

Viability as catalyst - For me, a catalyst would be the tipping point to send the world into an apocalypse, (so the equivalent of Jon/the Archivists).

Viability as agent – For the Agents, I think this would be more like the Assistants in TMA. Here to "help" the catalyst reach the goal of the Institute. Or also maybe something kind of similar to the Externals of the OIAR, to take care of "nuisances" Viability as subject – I'm a bit more lost considering the subjects. But it could perhaps be "Test subjects", in a trying artefacts and spooky powers on them way ? This is the one I'm less certain about.

One question I'm wondering, is the Magnus Institute still fully Eye aligned, perhaps being more controled by the Web, or since the fears have been said to be more muddled in TMAGP (Said by Jonny or Alex if I'm right), just wanting to bring the apocalypse without any perticular Fear getting more control ?

Coming back to Darrien.

He got caught, probably having Sharon tipping the institute off (With a Statement perhaps ? Having your violent boss mysterious half-brother/doppleganger killing him and taking his place would probably work as a statement)

I’ve lived Darien’s life for four years now. It wasn’t as hard as you’d think, turns out your world and mine are pretty similar.

The whole statement makes me think of the woman in TMA with Hill Top Road, who 'slipped' into another world.

And of course, of the person classifying this statement, our dear Celia.

The Case finishes and CELIA considers it for a moment. ALICE is sat nearby working with headphones on. CELIA (to computer) Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same is it? ALICE (removing earbuds) What's up? Got a good one? CELIA Nothing useful. ALICE (returning earbuds) I mean when are they ever? CELIA True. Beat. She sighs. CELIA CONT. (to herself) True.

I have to admit first, one of the first thoughts that came to mind on the Celia situation after this episode was "She didn't kill her other self to steal her son and her place, right ?"

But, this part makes me think otherwise

Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same is it?

Not exactly the same, so I'm more of the opinion that she relates more to the 'getting stuck in another world' part rather then the 'murdering your other self'.

The baby, Jack could have came from her pre-TMA apocalypse life, which could explain the lack of father (hard to ask for child support from a man you don't remember in another world (if she is the same Celia as in TMA, and don't even remember her own name, Id say it's not too far fetched that she might not remember a significant other), with the pregnancy perhaps having been halted from progressing by the domains, a cryptic pregnancy or just something that wasn't mentioned in the TMA episodes or more simply, it could be a one night stand that lead to nowhere in TMAGP world.

Now at this point, I think it's pretty safe to say that Celia came to work in the OIAR looking for information, on how she came to this world or the reason she seems to sleepwalk.

Talking about her sleepwalking accidents, she woke up next to an highway and on the tracks of a train. Now I wonder why whatever is trying to kill her by putting her in dangerous situations, because I don't think normal sleepwalking takes you to Oxford.

Writing this I realised the document mentionned Oxford Outreach Center as some kind of a branch of the Magnus Institute, and it's also mentioned as a place where the rich Darrien had gone to university.

So there the possibility that something is trying to kill her (perhaps because she doesn't belong in this world), but also she could be attracted to some kind of place ?

LOOKING BACK TO HILL TOP ROAD ON GOOGLE MAPS I REALISED THAT

1: It's located in Oxford

2: There is multiple universities around it

So she could be attracted to Hill Top Road because there might be some kind of pull to it for people from other universes. Because at this point I don't think her and Darrien are the only ones that ended up in another universe.

Anyway, there was a new receptionist behind the old front desk, some big, soft looking guy who stumbled over every word. A year ago, it would have probably wound me right up but what can I say? Therapy works. There was another patient too, some bookish-looking guy with serious city miles. I used to play the game “what are you in for” where I would pass the time guessing… well, you know. In my head he was definitely some kind of weird pervert, really into stroking orchids or something. Thinking back, I almost wonder if the same thing happened to them… Do you know? Would you even tell me if you did?

This feels a LOT like a red hearing, I can almost hear Jonny and Alex cackling knowing we would freak out about those descriptions. I want JonMart to be okay, but I think they could just be lookalikes of TMA Jmart. Or just alternate universe versions of Jon and Martin because i'm still dead set on the TMA Jon, Martin and Jonah are stuck in the putter theory.

If I'm following the dopplegangers we have here, Darrien ended up with his other self and killed him. Celia (aka probably TMA Lynne Hammond), couldn't remember her own name, so it could probably be difficult to track her TMAGP self (who would probably still be name Lynne since Celia only lost her name in the apocalypse) if she has one, suffer from sleepwalking that tries to kill her/bring her back to Hill Top Road.

Could something try to eliminate doppegangers so there is only one left in a universe ? And since Celia can't find TMAGP Lynne, something could try to make things "right" by killing one the double.

[cherry-dr0p]

♡ Ms. Lucine Cierva ♡

{ Survivor of the Metal Virus }

[ A Sonic OC introduction - mainly IDW comic based ]

Hey fellas! I remember promising that I'd introduce Lucine and talk a bit about her!! 👀

Lucine is genuinely one of my favourite OCs so I'm very excited to do so!

(Literally did this one yesterday tee hee)

Lucine is a deer mobian! She's an (unofficial) scientist who mainly focuses on the Chemistry field in terms of science fields, creating and partaking in many funky experiments working with chemicals and substances! However, that's not all she does. She also creates her own things too! Weapons, gadgets, technology, you name it. She loves to create things to aid her in her experiments, and even goals! One of her best inventions was her "Chem-bag" as she calls it (Other than her robot but we'll get to that one in a bit).

Now, who exactly is she? Well. Lucine is an aspiring villain who has had that dream since she was a young teen. She aspires to be like the villains she hears about in the media and sees around. Power, is what she wants. As all villains do, of course. However, she does have an idol she desires to work alongside. I'll get to that in a little bit too.

♡ With her skills in agility and combat (specifically with the weapons she creates on her own), she is one of the only mobians who haven't been infected from the metal virus. She managed to survive somehow, by keeping in secluded spaces and when outside, keeping far away from any means of the 'Zom-bots' by staying on top of rooftops.

♡ Lucine had a best friend called Buttercup who she was originally friends with since she was a little fawn mobian. Buttercup stuck by her through thick and thin until their teen years in which an event occurred, and long story short, he broke Lucine's trust. Buttercup has forever been a huge supporter of Dr. Eggman, and his dream has been to work in his team. Unlike Lucine, Buttercup doesnt know much about science. If anything at all. However, his main focus is building technology, weaponry and gadgets like Lucine does. He is far more skilled in this area than Lucine is, as he has done it his whole life whilst Lucine's main focus was and still is science.

♡ Lucine has a 'Chem-bag' in which she invented/created herself! It works in a way of plastic balls being kept in a seperate bag she carries (the little one attached to her skirt, thats basically her storing place). The (empty) plastic balls are placed inside the bag. The interface contains buttons of elements from the periodic table. From there, she enters in a combination to create certain reactions to help her in battle. However, they are kept in the plastic ball, and the reactions occur once the ball is thrown. Some of the reactions include hardening foam, blinding lights, smoke, etc. (These may not physically make sense or anything but shh).

Here was the previous design!! (Im thinking of keeping the star interface instead of the heart to be honest XP just would be a nice reference to the fact that she idolises Starline so much)

♡ As mentioned, Lucine has been a Starline admirer/fan since she was a young adult. Lucine has always had an interest for science, but Starline gave her a goal; to meet him and use her science skills to assist him in his deeds. Starline gave her a goal in life. But eventually, she grew a tiny bit obsessed with the platypus. Posters, designs of gadgets inspired by him, you name it. She even attempted to create an antidote for the metal virus so that she'd be noticed (Still deciding on whether to make her canonically succeed or not X3)! Unfortunately however, she would not get the chance to work alongside her idol, as he died before she got a chance for him to acknowledge her existence. This left Lucine devastated, with a struggle to figure out what her purpose now was. She spent so long with the goal of meeting and impressing Starline, that she hardly focused on any other goal.

♡ Her catchphrase has always been "Presentation is key", which alludes to her always making sure something is presented in a certain way. Her outfits are stylish, and her lab is under her cottage she lives in - hidden out of plain sight. But this even nails down to how she acts. Her "cute" appearance as a deer (mobian) leads no one to suspect she could do harm, which she could use to her advantage in some cases to get what she wants if the person is naive enough. So, the presentation goes from the way things look down to the way she acts.

♡ This helps her manipulate some mobians easy enough. She acts innocent, and it seems like she has no ill intentions towards you - even going as far as making it seems like she's trying to help you - but she does this to get exactly what she wants in a way that isnt obvious.

(Dont mind this old sketch, this is from a RP I did with this character ages ago u-u ... I used to RP lots, believe it or not. But anyways.)

This is Carrie (C.A.D officially)! Lucine's most prized creation! She called the 'Caretaker Assistance Device', in which she uses to assist her in whatever Lucine needs! Sometimes its organizing the lab, sometimes its helping with experiments, or sometimes its planning. Things like that! Carrie however, cannot fight. Lucine had programmed her to help, not battle. Despite this, Carrie has her own sentience kind of. She can speak on her own willingly and do things to her own accord. She is programmed in a certain way to help Lucine, but other than that, she pretty much kind of has her own will.

(I really gotta redraw Carrie T^T)

Im just gonna throw her old ref sheet here hehe... (just so you guys can get an idea of her colour palette, too. Her colour palette hasn't changed)

Believe it or not, she used to have smaller ears! Until I realised she doesnt look like a deer all that much and changed them.

Another invention of hers is also backpack wings; mechanical wings attached to a backpack! They help her fly,,, somewhat?? Its moreso for gliding around.

Truth be told she is also 3'6. Short motherfu- /j

To finish this off, heres some old drawings of her :p

Hope you all enjoyed reading through this :3 Lucine is one of my favourite OCs, and I very much enjoyed talking about her! I know I've thrown a bunch of info at yall hehe, sorgey TuT

Most likely will be drawing and talking about her in the future!!

[starrysharks]

i lied, her name is LIEXIA

[ratasum]

Mharnii Bruster

Raised in the lap of luxury by a wealthy noble family in Divinity's Reach, Mharnii never had the opportunity to know much about the people she came from. Adopted when they were a baby, she has known little outside the human world, which is largely why they wind up in the position she does.

After all, a little asura in a human world is a novelty in that way of life. The constant scrutiny, being treated as an oddity or a novelty, truly did a number on them growing up, leaving her incredibly shy and terribly socially anxious.

All the more surprising when they manage to save the day during the Battle of Shaemoor, catching the attention of Captain Logan Thackeray.

The least likely person to become commander then finds herself commander, struggling to find their place in a frightening world, and learning the terrible truth to how she wound up raised by a family of devout human nobles int he first place...

[woolmasterleel]

LOVE WINS!! The incomprehensible entity above godhood and her incomprehensible wife have become one to kill Mirror 💖

SHE'S HERE!!! Finally I can talk about who and what Love Story is!! All her info + the transparent versions are below the cut! I'm so excited about her o(*°▽°*)o

An entity known as Love Story- a collective consisting of Pandora and Galvarium!

If Galvarium wasn't enough before, Love Story is her everything but tenfold, maybe more... Love Story is highly dangerous, standing at 1500 m, 200 m more than Truth of His World.

She (or they, given that it is both Pandora and Galvarium) is formed during the final fight with Mirror Kagami.

It seems like she is acting as her own entity, however her movements are the two moving in sync.

When she speaks, it sounds like Galvarium and Pandora speaking at once.

An extreme amount of trust is required to form a fusion, which those two obviously have.

Love Story is the one to finally put down Romirr/Mirror/Truth of His World. In a way, it is like a dance between the two.

The only observable hazard she has is hysteria, but that has only been displayed by Mirror, so it isn't likely the result of her presence.

Love Story is unbelievably happy to be herself! Of course, Galvarium and Pandora are just very happy and comfortable with one another!

She has the most fun getting rid of Truth of His World (❁´◡`❁)

She doesn't stick around too much after Mirror is put down- but is around long enough for the others to behold her presence.

Oddly, Love Story is able to be understood and seen by humans. This is most likely due to her existence being a manifestation of Galvarium's and Pandora's emotions.

While Galvarium is never depicted in words (legends/stories etc), Love Story is written about by a lot of people- those who saw her and those who heard stories of her presence.

Here's a few design notes!

She isn't wearing clothes. Much like the LAE, her "skin" mimics clothing.

Her veil, dress, and gloves are very soft, but are very veiny. The veins don't supply any blood, it's purely for looks.

Like Pandora's, the tendrils can deal a lethal amount of poison.

The pink crystal-like structure of her torso and the white of her chest are her insides.

Her veil comes out from the back of her horns.

She does have legs/feet, though they aren't often visible.

The inside of the ring says "This is Your Story" (only the last bit is visible).

The small heart in her horns, above her head, rotates constantly. It spins faster the more she is moving.

Here's the transparent bg versions+one without the veil!

I am so so happy with her!! Love Story has been a concept for a really long time and I'm really excited to show her off!! I hope you enjoy beholding her ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[izmaddieyt]

OKAY. NOXIN REF.

I finish somewhat of a ref sheet on Noxin,one of my UTAU sanses that you see in an anthro form as my pfp atm, the main/unedited bases for makeing these were from deviant art and google,(some like the main base for the seperations for the ref i cannot find where from where i originaly found it on google:'l)

This only shows her as an anthro atm because theres no bases for skeletons and i cant really draw- but the anthro version of her is basicaly the exact same for her skeleton/sans version! Shes just a skeleton with the colors she has in the image and her eyelights are the colors if her eyes in the anthro version and she keeps the ears and tail in the skeleton version aswell!

(Note: this was all made in flipaclip aside from the background behind the part showing what she looks like,that part was made in IbispaintX. Also the full picture shows up blurry since the only way i know how to take the picture i made from flipaclip is by screenshoting,so i have each of them indivisualy.) Pictures under the cut.

The one with alot of words is info about her,and some of what her personality is like!

Incase (which is most definetily is) the info part about her is too hard to read,heres it with a solid grey background! And the other potential name for FeralTale/FeralTail since im too indicisive to choose between the 2 wordings-

(Note2: Also theres morsecode in the picture showing her visual apearance and above what shows her name,its one word and dosent rlly mean anythin,but its fun to disifer if u wanna!)

Also heres her signature jacket-

She wears black jeans with the jacket for now.

Edit: This acc will be a rp and ask acc!

Last updated: 2024 april 23rd 9:40am

[automatonknight]

sillies with these two before i head to bed :3