#and is soooo upset at the possibility of someone possibly being better than him so he goes to the capital and shows up at seimei's house

[dmitriyuriev]

「これ大柑子十五あるベし」

"There are 15 oranges inside"

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hey, hi! I really liked your work about the harem! It's very interesting, in my opinion. And can I find out the continuation of this whole story, when the reader chooses some nondescript extra as his love?

“Okay. Let’s refocus our efforts, men. Y/N has a partner which mean we need to figure out how to get rid of them first. *Then*…we can finish killing each other in the tournament.”

A/N: I didn’t really want to continue the story because I was kinda lost on what to do with it but I thought this little Drabble would be funny. Thank you soooo muchhhhhhh💞

Pt.1

Warnings: obsessive and aggressive behavior

Requests: always open

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When your partner came to visit you in the outworld, all eyes were on them. The way they had confidently strutted over and kissed you with a chill, “Hey baby. I missed you so much”, sent them into orbit.

I’m sorry you have a what—?

So you mean to tell them that you already had someone and basically all of this infighting was for nothing?!? It was never going to be one of them?

Nahhhh

you’re such a jokester. You did this to rile things up and make them jealous. So playful, you are.

Johnny of course was the first to go up to y'all and start his bullsh*t

“Y/N, this is absolutely hilarious. Was the attention I gave you not enough? You don’t have to try to make me jealous with this…punk. I would’ve gladly given you more if you just asked.”

Umm no Johnny this is actually your lover..

Kano was the next to bite

“Haha doll, that’s a real good one! There’s no way you’d want someone like ‘at. Tell you what, why don’t you come make some jokes over there with me..I’m a real good tickla’.”

Oh.. they are in reeeaaal bad denial

“Hey—let’s give Y/N some space. She’s allowed to have privacy and a personal relationship of her choosing—“

Luckily Fujin is the voice of reason and compassion

“—-even if they are so…unexpectedly unique.”

You had one job 😩

They definitely were still trying to process this whole situation. For the rest of the night all the men were whispering amongst each other and sending weird looks over their way. There was no way that was actually your partner. This was just all some ruse. They’ll be gone by the morning.

Nope. They weren’t and you were as affectionate and clingy as ever. You were just so smitten over them that it couldn’t have been fake. Every question about you, your lover could flawlessly answer and recall stories only someone close to you could.

They even showed pictures of you two together through the years on different occasions and at family gatherings…so either this was the greatest actor/stunt ever or you really was taken.

The guys loathe them so bad..

Not only did they take their beloved darling away from them but how could someone so average claim your heart so easily?

All of them felt like they were far better than them, like come on you have assassins, celebrities, monks, kahns and more at your disposal but you chose…them? What about them could possibly be better than what is right in front of you?

I can imagine the mk harem frequently going up to your partner and sizing them up. Like it’s so funny watching them pop out their chest and flex in order to seem more superior.

Oh and all the things I mentioned previously about the being super creepy and desperate…it’s cranked up to ten now.

They’ll purposely do..questionable things in front of your partner to get them upset and insecure. Especially the younger guys.

They’re all huge show offs during training sessions and can’t help but to be a little too comfortable with you.

Will steal garments (hoodies..ect) from your closet and then return them to your partner to make it seem like you were spending time with him.

We all know that Kano, Erron, Kabal, and Johnny have no filter. They’ll put things into your lover’s head to make them worried. These men love to talk big game and boast about anything they can. Sometimes they’re just flat out crass about their feelings towards you.

Shang tsung flants his wealth and constantly is gifting you money, clothes and other luxury goods…your lover could never afford it.

“I like to make sure that Y/N is well taken care of. All of her old stuff was hindering her beauty. I hope you don’t mind the initiative that I’ve taken…I figured it’d help you out since you possibly couldn’t have access to the aristocracy that I do.”

*has tried tricking your partner into drinking pure acid*

Raiden and Fujin are great at pretending they like your partner and wanna welcome them but are soooo shady.

“I appreciate you inviting me into your temple. It’s so cool that you both can control the weather. Wish I could do that.”

“Yes, it is quite a shame. It’s one of the many things that Y/N loves. We frequently make thunderous skies and wind storms for her whenever she’s feeling a bit down.”

“ Dont worry, though. I’m sure Y/N enjoys the fact that you can make her laugh and whatever other talents you possess.”

PLEASE—

Backhanded insults, threats, hazing and rough housing are frequent.

By the way, you cannot leave your partner alone…like at alll. Like take that poor thing into the bathroom with you because they are constantly watching and waiting for any moment to pounce on them.

This is the first time in months these men are bonding over something since you came along…the mutual disdain for your partner is so powerful.

They really need to do something about this relationship and a plan will be devised soon.

Scorpion, Sub-Zero, Kotal Khan, Erron and Shang Tsung, Kabal and Baraka all want to just flat out want them brutally killed in some kind of public execution so you’ll learn that having a lover outside of any of them is completely unacceptable.

Fujin, Night Wolf, Raiden, Jax and Liu Kang all want to try to…passionately pursue and manipulate..you out of the relationship. They don’t really want your partner to be harmed in any way.

Kung Lao and Johnny Cage think it would be hilarious to haniously humiliate them AND jump them so they’ll be left not only traumatized but filled with hatred for you.

The only reason why they haven’t gone through with any of these plans is because they can’t come to an agreement on which method is better.

I can’t imagine your partner being like “hey…I think they want me dead..”

“Oh that’s non sense, honey. They are a bit strange but I promise you that they are the sweetest to me.”

“They’re literally are into you and hate me for being with your partner. I heard them talking about getting rid of me.”

“Sure a few of them may have a crush on me but I promise you they like you! They’re just guys being guys.”

Yeah they are NOT safe in the slightest. You are owned by the harem, not by this nobody. I really hope they’ll learn how to fight very soon or dump you because your s/o is going to go missing soon. And they’ll make it look like an accident.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃Seventeen’s chances of surviving a zombie apocalypse❃

a/n: soooo I wrote this for EXO and thought, well, why not do the same for svt. Anyway, enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 8/10

❀ The fists are up and he is ready to fight anyone or anything that gets too close. His physical strength will definitely get him far. At the same time, this man is also a bit, just a bit, of a scaredy-cat when it comes to horror stuff (remember him and DK in the haunted house?). In this case, it might actually help him out, keeping him on his toes constantly.  

❀ He is super competitive too. If anyone lets it slip that he might not survive the apocalypse, he will make it his sole goal in life to out-apocalypse everyone around him.

❀ Then again, as the members like to remind him, he is not the youngest and perhaps doesn’t have the best endurance any more. He needs to sit down every now and then, leaving him prone to zombies.

❀ He will definitely be complaining the entire time. Somehow, he manages to make his situation sound much worse than it really is. 

Jeonghan: 9/10

❀ Nothing really phases him, I feel like Jeonghan has maxed out all his stats and has, consequently, become unstoppable. He is an absolute ace and makes everyone wonder whether he was born to be in a zombie apocalypse.

❀ The only reason I am docking a point is due to this man’s constant exhaustion and love for sleep. His main motto is “Better be lazy than tired” so I wouldn’t be surprised at Jeonghan trying to find ways to shortcut the most basic of tasks. There is a slight, very tiny, chance for his master-mind plans to go awry.

❀ Once he finds himself in a dangerous situation or on the brink of being eaten, he will simply give up. Maybe life is truly easier as a zombie. At least he won’t have to constantly be on the run.

❀ Still, Jeonghan will be going through this apocalypse in the most efficient way possible, trying to find any loopholes to make his life easier and preserving his energy for those moments when he truly needs it.

Joshua 5/10

❀ Honestly, Joshua is such a wild card. He would definitely try to employ the “they can’t predict what I am doing if I don’t know what I am doing” tactic. Joshua becomes the definition of “can’t let them know your next move.”

❀ It would work half of the time. Either the zombies get so confused that he catches them off guard, or all he did was inconvenience himself further.

❀ Like, what if, instead of running away from the zombies, he would run towards them? The zombies would definitely not be expecting it but it would make it easier for them to, you know, kill him.

❀ His ideas are borderline insane, and nobody can really tell whether it is due to the apocalypse or because he is Joshua, having always been slightly out of his mind. He will definitely get someone else accidentally killed by suggesting a crazy plan. My money is on Hoshi.

Jun 4/10

❀ The reason this man has any chance of survival is because Seventeen treats him like a maknae. I am pretty sure they would sacrifice anyone and anything to keep him alive, and he kind of needs it.

❀ Jun isn’t particularly known for his amazing talent at sports. He always gets picked last in any GoSe episode containing physical games which makes his odds of surviving not too great. Like yeah, sure, he is ripped and probably has amazing endurance, but ask him to throw anything and he will miss.

❀ He is also unpredictable and doesn’t really listen to the others. They will tell him not to touch the zombies and he will see it as a challenge, “I can touch a zombie if I want to!”

❀ 10000000% the type to try and communicate with the zombies. He is convinced that if he can learn Korean, he can also learn zombie and ask them if they can become friends.

❀ (Maybe slightly unrelated, but he would be an amazing person to have around for emotional support. He would be great at comforting those feeling pessimistic, scared or upset.)

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000/10 or 100000/10

❀ It can go two ways with Hoshi. Either he hides somewhere and vanishes from the universe until the apocalypse has ended or he gets himself killed within the first day.

❀ Hoshi has proven that if he doesn’t want to be found, you won’t find him. Somehow, this energetic mess of a Gemini is able to turn invisible when he wants to. Depending on how bored he gets, he might be able to stick it out until the apocalypse has ended.

❀ If he doesn’t hide, he is as good as dead. He has the dangerous combination of not being scared of zombies and zero impulse control. He will be trying something stupid without a second thought and would get himself killed.

❀ He growls at the zombies because surely, they would be intimidated by him. He is a tiger, after all.

❀ His members are seriously considering putting a leash on him so that he can’t constantly run off doing god knows what. He just really hates sitting still, let him go risk his life getting provisions.

❀ Honestly, the main reason why Hoshi won’t survive for long is because he would do another impression of Seungkwan, resulting in Seungkwan ‘accidentally’ kicking him into a hoard of zombies.

Wonwoo: 10/10

❀ He has played enough games and watched enough Netflix to know what to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse. Wonwoo is prepared, well-read and ready to go. He will be the smart one that tries to find out what makes the zombies tick, taking notes on their behaviours and potential weaknesses.

❀ Wonwoo is, furthermore, so incredibly athletic. He can outrun the zombies with ease, not even breaking a sweat when he does.

❀ He also seems to possess brain cells compared to some of the members and a dose of common sense. I know that there is no normal one in Seventeen but he seems to put a lot of thought in his decision-making and seems less inclined to listen to his intrusive thoughts.

❀ Wonwoo could survive on his own, his introverted side ensuring that he doesn’t really feel the need to seek out others and depend on them. The only reason he sticks around the other members is for the drama. He loves watching the others bicker for hours, eating his popcorn as he lurks in the nearby shadows.

Woozi/Jihoon: ∞/10

❀ He has no idea that there is a zombie apocalypse going on because he hasn’t really gone outside since it started. Yeah sure, the gym he frequents has been really quiet as of late, but that is an absolute win in his book and he is not to going to jinx it by mentioning it.

❀ The world could literally be ending on the other side of his window, and this man would think that the sirens would make for an awesome sample for his song. What do you mean, sirens mean that something is going on outside?

❀ It doesn’t even matter if the other members come to check up on him or try to convince him to leave the studio, informing him the world is ending. “What do you mean it is dangerous outside, it always is dangerous outside.”

❀ He will simply survive the entire apocalypse because he had no awareness of it and it had no awareness of him. Woozi is on another level entirely.

DK/Seokmin: -1000/10

❀ An absolute mess. Somewhere laying on the ground in the feudal position up for grabs.

❀ He has been screaming since it started. The joke is on him, though. His screaming is precisely what alerts the zombies to his location and he is completely unaware of it. He finds himself in a vicious cycle where he sees a zombie, screams, more zombies appear, screams more, etc.

❀ He is ruled by his fear, trying his hardest not to be scared, but is in dire need of a hug. He needs the other members to comfort him and take the initiative because he is too scared to really do anything. He will definitely get someone else to go first; what do you mean you want him to go into that dark alleyway???

❀ He would not be able to respond well to finding himself cornered by zombies. Rather than fighting back or trying to come up with a plan, DK would most definitely just scream at them to get back and freeze.

Mingyu 1/10

❀ Technically, Mingyu should be able to survive. He is an excellent cook and can whip up any dish as long as you give him some ingredients. Also, as we have all seen, this man is mostly muscle. He should be able to hold his own in a physical fight.

❀ Not to mention that Mingyu is ridiculously smart. He can come up with a decent plan and have it work out.

❀ But his downfall is, well, literally, him falling down. He is clumsy; he will either accidentally drop something that is important to their survival and break it, or run into a tree as he is trying to make his escape.

❀ He is also not the best when it comes to the scary stuff (though I feel like he did pretty well in GoSe Ego). What do you mean he has to jump down from that ledge in order to escape the zombies? No thank you. Go into that abandoned supermarket, potentially running into zombies because he has run out of food? He would rather starve.

❀ They kind of need to keep him alive to keep Seungkwan from murdering half of the group.

The8/Minghao: 10000/10

❀ He is not scared of the zombies, the zombies are scared of him. They have interrupted his meditation sessions and are now regretting awakening his anger issues. He hasn’t been chill since the apocalypse started, and is now on a path of vengeance against those who disrupted his meditation.

❀ I know that Vicious Mockery is a D&D spell and, you know, magic, but he would be the one to make it a reality. He is able to emotionally damage the zombies, giving him the ability to attack from afar. As an added bonus, they would become more and more reluctant to get close, afraid to get roasted.

❀ Considering that he is great at martial art, Minghao can beat them up physically if they make the poor decision to get up in his personal space. So yeah, the zombies have learned to avoid him at all costs.

❀ The only thing that could potentially stop his destruction of zombies is the ethics and morals of beating them up. He might get into a debate with Vernon about whether their remaining humanity makes it unethical to hurt them, and ultimately decides that it is bad for his karma to continue his act of wrath.

Seungkwan: 5/10

❀ Initially, Seungkwan is so scared of them, he won’t get close enough to get killed. He is constantly nagging the zombies from a safe distance, warning them to stay away. All it does is make the zombies more determined to kill him. He keeps asking them to stop, but apparently, the tone he uses is important or something because they keep getting offended.

❀ Honestly, without Seungkwan’s constant nagging, half of the group would be acting on their insane and idiotic ideas. Then again, he would also be the one to ‘accidentally’ sacrifice some of the members when they inevitably get on his nerves.

❀ He would be ready to throw hands if you get him mad enough, forgetting he was scared in the first place. However, where Minghao’s anger issues result in a skilled display of violence, Seungkwan is ready to attack without much thought, considering the consequences later, hence disregarding his own safety in a fight.

❀ Regardless, Seungkwan will go out in a fire of rage, taking an absurd amount of zombies with him as he goes. It is glorious and cinema worthy.

Vernon: ?/10

❀ He is a npc so he can’t die. That is definitely how that works. Vernon is simply a part of the environment, don’t mind him. The zombies don’t recognize him as someone they can eat because they somehow believe him to be a non-interactable object straight out of a game.

❀ That being said, similarly to Jun, he hasn’t been particularly blessed with amazing motoric skills. I don’t think I have ever seen Vernon properly run, I feel like rather than running he would try to out-speed walk the zombies. Do not expect him to fight, he will try the bare minimum, and even that is too much to ask.

❀ Then again, he has consumed so many films and tv shows that he does have a massive mental archive of everything that has been produced about zombies from which he can draw whenever he finds himself in a pickle. Is fiction reality? No. Is it useful regardless? Yes.

❀ Considering he is Seventeen’s other favourite child, they will try their best to keep him alive. He has them all wrapped around his finger. One little whine and they will bend over backwards to help him with whatever he needs/wants.

Dino/Chan: -1000000000/10

❀ He is trying his best. If it wasn’t for the others, he would have a decent chance at making it out alive. He is fit, motivated and confident about his own capabilities without being overconfident. On his own, he would be determined to see the apocalypse through.

❀ Pair him up with Wonwoo and nothing can get him killed. Wonwoo will keep his Dino alive even if it costs him his own life.  

❀ That being said, the members would get him 1000% killed. They won’t let him breathe for a second and he has to constantly watch his back. They love him, sure, but they also think his shrieks of panic as they ‘accidentally’ lock him in a room with a zombie are hilarious.

❀ Against all of them, he truly doesn’t stand a chance. They don’t really want to get him killed but they make staying alive arguably much more difficult for him than it needs to be.

❀ At this point, he might simply give up and switch teams. He can get revenge on them by turning into a zombie, finally having the last laugh as he munches on their brains.

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[oftenwantedafton]

Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Mike Schmidt x Female Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warnings for sexual content, dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike looks exhausted.

The lack of sleep and the strenuous shift compiled with certain…activities…has clearly taken its toll. You promise him you’ll take Abby to school and he doesn’t argue, tossing his keys and work vest on the kitchen counter before collapsing into bed fully dressed.

When the phone rings, startling you from the copy of the Dream Theory book that your boyfriend’s always engrossed in, you hurriedly move to the kitchen to answer it, hoping the noise didn’t wake Mike.

”Hello?”

“Well, hello, honey.”

Steve Raglan’s voice purring in your ear makes you shudder. You sag against the wall, fiddling with the phone cord. “What do you want?”

”I wasn’t expecting you to answer. Are you two living together now? That escalated quickly.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he almost sounded jealous. ”No, we’re not. I’m taking the semester off from school and I’ve been working remotely so I have extra time to help out over here.”

”Like a good housewife. How…quaint,” he murmurs, the disdain dripping from his words.

”Did you call for any particular reason, or did you just want to insult me?”

The man’s tone instantly shifts. “Not at all. The owner and I have been chatting and have come to the realization that the clean up here is going to be more than Mike can handle on his own within a reasonable amount of time. It also detracts from his time spent watching the cameras, therefore defeating the entire purpose of him being there in the first place. Soooo,” he draws out the vowel, his voice now deceptively cheerful and innocent, “I thought I’d accept your earlier offer of lending a hand.”

He’s done it again: found another reason to have the three of you together.

“The owner isn’t filing a police report? You’re certain?”

“No, he’s not. Although this might help solidify that decision, if you catch my meaning.”

“Am I ever going to get to meet this owner?”

You can practically hear his sly grin over the phone. “Maybe someday, sweetheart. I’m sure he’d like that very much.”

The thought of him drawing another person into your little blackmailing circle of sin makes your stomach turn. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“As you like. You’ll be there tonight then?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I look forward to supervising your progress.”

The line disconnects and you hang up the phone, turning to see Mike standing in the doorway.

“Shit, I’m sorry the phone woke you up. I tried to get it quickly.”

He stifles a yawn, rubbing his eyes. “Was it that asshole?”

“Yes.”

“What now?”

“He wants me to go with you tonight to help clean up.”

“Bastard.” He curses, glancing at the clock. “We’re going to have to get someone to watch Abs. I really wish Max would answer her damn phone.” He folds his arms across his chest. “I’m gonna have to call Aunt Jane. Abby will be mad.”

“Want me to pick her up from school?”

“Nah. It’s better if I break the news to her as soon as possible.” He frowns. “You’re going to need to take a nap since you’ll be up all night.”

“I’ll try.”

“I’m gonna grab takeout. Maybe that will soften the blow. We haven’t had Chinese in awhile.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay I’m gonna go shower and get going.” He brushes a quick kiss against your mouth before leaving the kitchen.

You return to the couch in the living room, your eyes staring sightlessly at the words on the page. Tonight will be your third night at Freddy’s. Your fourth time with Steven Raglan.

Your body shudders again.

***

Mike had been right. Abby was upset.

She refuses supper, storming off to pack an overnight bag while you sit at the kitchen table, unfolding a carton of chicken fingers, munching on the batter dipped meat while Mike works on a container of rice.

“What time are we dropping her off?”

“Another hour. You don’t have to come, you know.”

“I know. I just think it will go smoother.”

Abby reappears, reaching for one of the plates stacked on the counter. You and Mike’s eyes meet and you see his lips twitch.

“Change your mind, Abs?”

“You’re still a jerk,” she says dismissively, settling into the seat next to you. You offer her a piece of chicken and slide an unopened carton near her plate.

“You know it’s work. We both have to work,” he reminds her gently, spooning out a portion of fried rice onto his sister’s plate.

“Still a jerk,” she proclaims around a mouthful of chicken, but she sounds much less grouchy this time.

You glance at Mike, seeing him wink and you struggle not to smirk.

***

With Abby dropped off there’s nothing left to do but wait until it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You’d tried lying down earlier but sleep had completely evaded you, even after you'd listened to Mike’s soothing nature sounds cassette and attempted some of the techniques in the dream theory book, willing yourself to sleep and maintain control of what you envision but ultimately failing.

Mike is slumped beside you on the couch, clearly still worn out, unaware of your gnawing anxiety and anticipation, knowing the latter is wrong but not being able to help yourself, your mind racing from one thought to the next. You replay the strange conversation on the phone earlier, certain now that Raglan was upset at finding you at Mike’s; the way his tongue had touched the pulse in your wrist after he’d asked you what you wanted during your previous intimate encounter; the secret smile he’d gifted you in parting the last time you’d seen him.

“I’ve got to go get ready.” Mike’s voice interrupts your reverie.

“Okay.”

He hesitates. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

It hadn’t even occurred to you to change; when you’d dressed today you’d wanted to look nice for your boyfriend. Now the clinging ribbed knit dress and matching shrug seems wildly inappropriate.

“I…no. Can’t really clean in this.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter. I doubt he’ll have you do much actual cleaning,” he says bitterly.

“I’ll change,” you say firmly. “Can I borrow something to wear? Pajamas maybe?”

“Of course. You look great, by the way. I appreciate the effort, believe me. I’m just really tired.”

You squeeze his hand sympathetically. “I’m sorry. I’m going to try to help. I mean with the cleaning,” you add, wondering if you’re making it worse.

***

The career counselor’s car is waiting for you in front of the pizzeria, the man himself leaning against the side of it, seemingly oblivious to the cooler night air.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” he greets you as you exit the car. Mike moves more slowly, glaring at the older man, slamming the door shut. “Why don’t you head inside, Mike. Your girlfriend and I have something to discuss.”

The security guard’s eyes narrow. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

“What’s the matter? You think we’re going to do something scandalous in this climate? This won’t take long.”

Mike scowls but relents, directing his attention at you. “Make it quick, okay?”

You nod, watching the shorter man’s retreating figure.

“Are you cold?” Steve steps forward, halting just in front of you.

“I’m fine.” You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, wishing you’d brought a warmer jacket. You’re always so ill prepared.

His eyes rove over your figure and he frowns. “What are you wearing?”

“I borrowed Mike’s pajamas.” You shuffle your feet in his poorly fitting sneakers, suddenly self conscious about the plaid pants and loose shirt you’re dressed in.

“What happened to your own clothes?”

You sigh, rubbing your arms to try to generate some warmth. “I had to change out of my dress so I could do this stupid cleaning.”

“I would have liked to see you in the dress,” he murmurs. “Why didn’t you just go home and change?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it until it was too late. I figured you’d be pissed if we were late.”

“Or maybe you were just impatient to get here.”

“You wish.” You shiver again. “Was there something specific you wanted to talk about? Why are we out here?”

“Come here.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “You promised we weren’t going to—”

“—I didn’t promise anything. I’m simply asking you to come here.”

“You never ask. You only tell.”

“We both know that’s not entirely true now, don’t we?”

You chew your bottom lip, hesitating. “Why do you want me to?”

The bearded man feigns surprise. “Do I need a reason?” He reaches out, fingers briefly stroking against your jaw, his tone matching the gentle touch. “Have I ever needed a reason?”

“I guess not.” You can’t control your shivering now.

His hand drops back to his side. “What is this sudden obstinance tonight? I hope this isn’t an indication of how the rest of the evening is going to go. Your boyfriend is already on thin ice.”

The implied threat weakens your resolve. “Fine.” You sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him. It feels good, being crushed against his chest, heartbeats echoing on opposing sides, his arms securing you against him, breath warm in your hair. You inhale the scent of him, remaining silent, wishing it didn’t feel so pleasant to cling to him.

He draws back to peer down at you, tipping your face up to view his. You think back to the very first time he’d done this, before your first kiss. Your eyes trace the lines near the corners of his eyes and mouth, lingering on his lips. They curve ever so slightly.

And then he abruptly leaves your embrace, instead reaching for one of your hands to lead you to the entrance.

You’re more baffled than ever, confused by the man’s erratic behavior.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” you protest.

“We did talk.” He pulls on the handle of the glass door, holding it open for you.

“Barely,” you mutter, following him into the entryway and dining room.

“We shouldn’t keep Mike waiting.”

“You don’t care what he wants.” You stop dead in your tracks, pulling your hand free of his grasp.

“You’re right. I don’t care what he wants,” he agrees, nonplussed, the emphasis on he unmistakable.

“What do you care about?”

“Now that’s a much better question.” He smirks at you as he opens the door to the employee area. “After you.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

“It’d be nice if you answered a question once in a while.” You shake your head, about to walk past him when he grabs at your waist, tugging you against him. All traces of amusement have vanished, the dark centers of his eyes expanding, the pools of desire widening. Just the slightest lift on your part and bend on his and his mouth would be on yours.

You’ve never wanted anything so much in your life.

“Raglan!” Mike appears from the other end of the corridor, starting towards you.

Steve sighs, relaxing his grip.

You’re not sure which one of you is more disappointed at the interruption.

***

You’d thought the destruction at the front end of the restaurant had been bad, but it pales in comparison to the state of the back rooms.

You’re not even certain that all of the mess spread before you is from the previous intruders; there’s a definite layer of dust on many of items scattered everywhere, the mysterious dark stains on the floors looking like they’d soaked into the surface a long time ago.

“This isn’t from the break in,” you announce, startling Mike, who’d begun sweeping rubble into a pile.

Steve returns from throwing the switch on the box to restore power in time to hear your complaint and shrugs. “It’s still part of the job. Clearly stated when you accepted the position,” the career counselor says, directing his gaze meaningfully at Mike, then turns back to you. “Come with me, sweetheart. We’re going to need some supplies to work on these floors.”

Mike halts mid sweeping motion, his grip on the handle tightening.

“You should know the routine by now. Back to work,” the older man growls warningly.

You follow Raglan down the hall to a large custodial closet, your attention wandering to the room across the hall while he begins gathering items together.

“What’s in here?”

“Extra locker storage for employees,” he replies distractedly, hefting a bottle of industrial cleaner free from the clutter of its brethren on the steel shelf.

You step inside the room, noticing that all of the steel cabinets are open and empty, save the one on the end of the row that is sealed shut.

Almost as if in a trance you walk toward it, reaching for the handle.

The distracted muttering that had become background noise disappears, Steve rushing past you to slam a hand on the door, preventing you from opening it, his breathing harsh. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before.

He looked afraid.

“Don’t open it.”

“What’s in there?”

“It doesn’t matter what’s in there. I’m telling you not to open it.”

“What is it, Pandora’s box?” You quip but the older man’s features remain grave.

It takes him a few moments before he’s no longer panicked, the wild look in his eyes fading, his breathing slowing as he regains his composure. “That’s not your concern. Let’s go.” He guides you back out of the room, this time locking the door behind you.

***

For the first several hours, you and Mike actually do nothing but clean, surprised when even Steve lends a hand in your efforts to restore the space to some semblance of order and cleanliness.

He’s acting differently tonight, especially after the strange incident in the locker room earlier. There’s more of a familiarity with this area; a sort of odd reverence for the animatronic components that he encounters.

The more you think about it, the more you feel like you’re missing something blatantly obvious. Why is a career counselor so familiar with the interior of the children’s restaurant, particularly this area restricted to employees? Had he worked here once? You find it hard to imagine, but it did explain some things.

“Alright. That’s enough for now.”

The room smells of cleaning chemicals, pungent ammonia mingling with whatever had been saturating the floors, something metallic and musty that clashes unpleasantly. You’re grateful when he leads you away, first giving you both a minute to wash up in the restroom, then guiding you towards the security office.

“Why don’t you keep an eye on the monitors for awhile, Mike?” He points to the office chair and Mike obediently slumps into it, too tired to argue. The security guard begins to dejectedly punch on the command panel to view alternate camera angles.

Raglan’s gaze wanders to the Nebraska poster the younger man had recently tacked up on the wall, an unreadable expression on his features before he meets your stare.

You’d been acutely aware of his eyes on your body all evening, lingering over the places where you’d gotten splashed with water, thin material clinging dark and wet to your skin. You couldn’t help notice his ass whenever he bent over, generous curves straining against the seat of his sensible trousers. The impulse to shove your hands inside those back pockets to cop a feel has struck you more than once.

“Enough,” he reprimands Mike, his voice less stern than usual as he shoves the keyboard away from his hands, clearing a spot for himself to half sit on the edge of the desk, one thigh seated in place, the other leg braced against the floor, the tall figure blocking Mike’s view of the monitors. He gathers a fistful of the younger man’s shirt and drags your boyfriend and the office chair he’s seated in forward, then releases his shirt and lets his fingers siphon through the soft brown curls, the touch more of a caress than any you’d seen him bestow on Mike previously. Maybe it was because it was so late; he was probably tired after working all day and most of the night, too.

His face drops down as he pulls Mike’s head back gently, his eyes flicking up to your face as he descends, seemingly in slow motion, watching you watching him as he captures Mike’s lips with his own. His free hand reaches out for you and you accept it, letting him pull you towards them, and you collide somewhere between Raglan’s hip and Mike’s arm.

Steve’s fingers search your face blindly as he’s currently occupied with sucking a bruise onto Mike’s neck, and you feel them pause when they reach your lips. They part and you suck along his index and middle fingers, the knuckles passing through as he strokes along your tongue, pushing back as if to test the limits of your gag reflex before he slides them free, shoving them past the drawstring tightened waistband of your borrowed pajama pants and panties where they circle around your clit.

You gasp and the older man hurriedly swallows that sound, his mouth breaking free from Mike’s and covering yours, gifting you the kiss you’ve been craving all evening.

You lose track of who does what to whom, vaguely aware of sounds of zippers parting, some moans from Mike, who’s hair you’re now clutching, your own needy whimpers and the feel of Raglan’s fingers easing inside your entrance. He pants beside your ear while your free hand briefly traces the outline of his cock through his pants before wandering across the rest of his body. You feel your boyfriend’s hand moving underneath the oversized shirt he’s lent you to stroke across your nipples.

Steve’s face moves so he can see your features as he continues invading you, making you plead breathlessly for another kiss, to cum, anything he’s willing to give you. Your eyelids flutter, your mouth slack as the pair of long fingers curl inside you, expertly stroking your sweet spot.

Oh, God.

You come apart on his hand, words unspoken pressing at the back of your teeth as your grip tightens in Mike’s hair, your other hand finally surrendering to what it’s wanted for hours, slotting into Steve’s back pocket and squeezing.

Slick fingers work on the knot of your pants, impatiently tearing the fabric ties and jerking the waistband over your hips, collecting your panties on the way, bending just long enough to tear everything off your legs completely. “Sit on your boyfriend’s lap, sweetheart. He’s ready for you.” He grasps your upper arms and turns you so that you’re facing the seated man, indicating for you to straddle his slouched form, Mike’s erection sliding inside of you as you lower yourself down, the chair creaking alarmingly with the added weight. You feel the older man against your back, lending you extra support and you lean your shoulders back on his chest, your boyfriend’s thumbs digging into your hips as he thrusts into your pussy still oozing your own cum.

Raglan’s hand cups your chin and he thrusts his thumb into your mouth. You lick and bite the pad of it, frantically grinding down onto Mike. It’s such a sloppy fuck, you’re so wet…

It takes tremendous concentration to orgasm when you’re exhausted; you know exactly what that feeling is like, how frustrating it is because you just want release but you can’t quite find the energy to get there. You know just fucking you is not quite enough to send Mike over the edge.

“Fill her up, Mike.” Steve’s hands slide down, reaching the pair still holding on to you and that’s it, you feel the hot splash of seed inside, the younger man cursing his way through his release.

It’s already leaking back out but Steve doesn’t waste any time solving that problem, lifting you easily and sitting you on the edge of the desk, his cock sliding right back into the slot your boyfriend had so recently vacated, fucking his cum right back inside your cunt. You cling to him, clutching his body with all of your limbs while he rocks into you, your teeth gripping his shoulder through his shirt.

“Harder,” he urges, and you comply, jaw closing, teeth digging into fabric and the skin beneath. He huffs in pain; you can hear him wincing in that sound and you immediately release him, kissing a gentle apology against his throat.

“I didn’t say to stop,” he scolds you, but he doesn’t sound upset. “You ready for it, honey?”

You are and you aren’t. You love the feel of him inside you; you adore his mouth on yours; you want to take him apart; you don’t want to watch him leave the parking lot without you when you’re finished here.

You say none of these things. You nod and kiss him and let him fill your womb with another load.

When he finally lets you go, you see Mike just sitting there, haunted eyes fixed on the poster above you, the fragile skin beneath his eyes shadowed darker than you’ve ever seen.

***

“I have to tell you something.” Mike’s voice cracks through the silence of your ride home.

You glance over at him. “What?”

He rubs at the hair lining his jaw. “I have a younger brother named Garrett.”

You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.

“He went missing when my family went camping back in Nebraska. Somebody took him. I was supposed to be watching him, and I got distracted.” His knuckles blanch as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “That was the last time I saw him. Until I started working at Freddy’s.”

You frown in confusion.

“There’s something about that place. I know it doesn’t make any sense. But I can see him so clearly when I doze off there. That’s why I’m so invested in the Dream Theory. I feel like if I keep at it, I can finally remember something, some detail that might help me find out where he is. I saw the car that drove away with him, but I’m not certain about the make or model. I don’t think it had a license plate. Sometimes I see other kids at the state park, too. They’re new. They weren’t in the dreams until I started working there. I’ve tried to talk to them, but they keep running away from me. I feel like they know something. I don’t know what it all means, but…” His voice trails off.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.”

“I think you should know. Even if…even if there wasn’t this blackmail about Abby, I’d have to stay there. It’s the only hope I have of ever finding him. I’m never getting out of this situation any way that you look at it.”

He pulls into the driveway of his house, making no move to exit the car. “I let it happen again, didn’t I? Let myself get distracted when I should have been watching what’s going on right in front of me.”

“What do you mean?”

His wounded eyes meet yours. “I see the way Steve looks at you. He’s not even bothering to hide it anymore.” You see his Adam’s apple shift as he struggles to swallow past the emotions building in his throat. “I know you think about him all the time.”

“No, I don’t.” The denial sounds feeble even in your own ears.

“Do you ever wish you were with him instead?”

“No.” Your breath hitches at how on target he is and you struggle to recover. “No, of course not. I spend more time here now than I do at my own place. I help take care of Abby—”

“—And I appreciate that, sincerely. You’re amazing with her,” he interrupts. “But that’s not an explanation for what’s happening with us.”

“How am I even supposed to act with you?” You snap bitterly, on the defensive. “You’re afraid to go near me. You don’t want me to make a move on you. You treat me like I’m some delicate flower you’re going to crush. I’m not.” You pluck at the rumpled plaid pants you’re wearing, your voice softening. “It’s not my fault. I did all this to help you so you wouldn’t lose your sister.”

“I know. And I had no right to ask that of you. It was my problem. I’ve created this entire mess. I always do.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “Ever since Garrett went missing because of me. It’s just been one mistake after another. I’ve caused everyone I care about grief.”

“What happened to your brother wasn’t your fault.”

“It’s a moot point. The damage is done all the same.” He reaches for your restless fingers, stilling them. “I’m right, aren’t I? About Steve.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. “Yes,” you whisper.

He nods to himself, exhaling loudly.

“Why did you hide that shirt? The one you wore to the movies that night.”

He frowns at the shift in conversation. “I don’t know.”

You shake your head, smiling bitterly. “Yes, you do. Because it’s the same for you. You enjoy the things he does with you. You think about him when he’s not around. Wish he was here—”

“—I fucking despise that man,” he growls.

“Maybe. But it doesn’t mean you don’t desire him, as twisted as that sounds. Maybe because hate is such a strong emotion, the opposite side of the same coin.”

“You don’t hate him,” he mutters quietly.

“No. I should, but I don’t.”

“Are you…are you falling in love with him?” You can see him struggling to push the words out.

“I don’t even know him. Not really.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You hesitate. “I don’t know. I’m still here because I want to be. I care about both of you. And I know that’s not fair. So where does that leave us? Do you want me out of your life?”

“It would hurt Abby.” He pauses. “It would hurt me, too. Badly. You two are all I have left. I’ve lost everyone else. But I don’t want you sticking around just because you feel some sense of obligation. It’s just going to get harder for us the longer you’re around.”

“I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t know what to do.” You drag one palm against each of your eyes, attempting to smear away the tears that are starting. “I don’t want to leave.”

“Okay. Then we’ll…we’ll figure this out. Together.” He pulls you against him, burying his face against your neck.

***

The Check Engine light comes on when you’re in the middle of nowhere on a stretch of highway late at night.

You should’ve left sooner, back when it was still daylight; back before you’d had perhaps one too many drinks; even more than that, if you were being honest with yourself. It’s foolish, but the peer pressure of being with a group of friends you haven’t seen since last year clouds your judgment, delaying you with silent promises of staying for just a few more minutes, and consuming just one more for the road.

Now you’re stranded on that very road, the car making some horrible grinding sound. You pull onto the shoulder and turn the key, silencing the noise and extinguishing the warning message. You feel a headache coming on and you massage your forehead absently, trying to sort through the intoxication and think of who you can call to rescue you. You have a cell phone for emergencies, a clunky looking Nokia that you keep tucked in the glove compartment just in case.

Mike’s at work by now of course, and Abby is staying over their aunt’s for the weekend. The friends you’ve just left certainly aren’t in any shape to come out this far. You rummage in your purse, squinting in the darkness, hoping you’ll find a bottle of acetaminophen when your hand brushes against a small rectangular object:

Steve Raglan’s business card.

You’d tossed it in there without a thought, a duplicate of the one he’d given Mike after one of your previous encounters, pressed into your palm before he’d exited the parking lot of Freddy’s. He obviously wouldn’t be at work this late. You turn the key in the ignition to the accessory position, flipping on the rear view mirror’s lighting. You hesitate, your fingers tracing over the embossed lettering on the front before you move to throw it back into your bag, freezing when you realize there’s another number handwritten on the back, along with the words Home No. and Call any time.

You’d tried to obliterate Steve from your mind, renewed in your commitment to Mike after that last heart to heart you’d had. You’d hoped a change of scenery would help; that enough booze would numb your senses and make it difficult to concentrate, dissipating the memories. Instead it’s only made you ache with longing, realizing that there’s no escaping the older man’s reach. You’re bound to him just as firmly as Mike is.

You lean over and flip the latch of the glove compartment, shoving the owner’s manual aside, fingers finally closing over the mobile phone and its power supply. You plug the phone into the charger and hold the power button, the lime green screen blooming back to life, glowing brightly. The phone rings twice before Raglan answers. He doesn’t sound like he was asleep, at least.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me.” It comes out breathier than you’d intended and you try and fail to stifle a giggle at how absurd you sound.

There’s a long pause. You can practically hear the disapproving scowl forming from here. “Where are you calling me from?”

“I’m on my cell in the car. I’m broken down on the interstate.”

“Where?”

“Um…I don’t know. It’s hard to think. My head is splitting. I’m like probably forty five minutes outside of town? Heading north. No, I mean, you’ll be going north. I was heading south.” Another giggle escapes.

“I’m leaving now. Make sure your doors are locked.”

“Thank you. I’m—”

The call disconnects. You power it down and put it everything away, turning the key again, bathing yourself in darkness once more.

You’ve nearly nodded off when you see the pair of headlights growing closer, and you know, somehow instinctively, that it’s Steve.

You emerge from the car just as he loops around to stop behind it. You still feel buzzed, your footing on the broken asphalt on the shoulder making the trek more difficult. You hear the older man curse as he slips out of the car, hurrying over to you. One arm slides around your waist, half dragging, half guiding you. He bends to lift the door handle on the passenger side and you cling to him with whatever strength you have left.

“Christ, how much did you drink? You reek of alcohol. You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed. Or hurt anyone else,” he adds.

“Not enough to forget everything you’ve done to me.” You realize he isn’t wearing his glasses nor his customary business attire, instead clad in jeans and a Henley. You relax your grip on his shoulder, wondering if the marks you bruised him with the last time you’d been intimate still linger, moving to toy with the pair of buttons holding his shirt closed instead, leaning back against the side of the car, pulling him with you.

“What are you doing? Stop.” He shoves your groping fingers away.

“What’s the matter? You only like it when you’re forcing me?”

“Enough. Get in the car.”

“You’re not really forcing me anymore though, are you?” You seat your palm against the broad muscles in his neck, feeling the tension there. “You know how much I want you.”

He drags your hand away once again. “I’m not arguing with you when you’re this intoxicated. Get in the car or I will put you there,” he growls.

“That’s the aggressive Steve I’m used to.” You laugh but surrender, sitting down heavily, nearly losing your balance again before you manage the task.

He shuts the door and makes his way back to the driver’s side, sliding behind the wheel, about to reach for the gear shift when your hand closes over his, halting his progress.

“You didn’t even call me sweetheart or honey. You’re that mad at me?”

His hand slides free of your grasp, as if he can’t tolerate you touching him all of a sudden, his voice tight. “Yes.”

“Because I made you drive out here in the middle of the night?”

The career counselor glowers at you. “First of all, you didn’t make me do anything, I volunteered. Secondly, this is the kind of irresponsible behavior I’d expect from that idiot boyfriend of yours, not you.”

“He’s not an idiot,” you protest. “Don’t say that.” You watch his lips press together thinly with the strain of keeping whatever further insult he’s about to hurl in check. “Why are you so pissed?”

“Because you could have gotten hurt!” He exclaims, slamming a fist on the steering wheel.

“You do care about me,” you realize, giving voice to the sobering thought out loud. It was like that night when you’d gone into the locker room and reached for the closed door; he was afraid for you.

His gaze remains focused on the rear of your car currently bathed in the glow of headlights. “I shouldn’t,” he murmurs quietly.

“Why not? Please talk to me.”

The older man sighs heavily. “About what?”

“Anything. Everything. Trivial stuff. What you eat for breakfast. What color your toothbrush is. Which sitcom makes you laugh.”

“It’s one thirty in the morning. I hardly think these questions are that pressing. You need to sleep this off. You’re going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning.”

”I’m not that drunk,” you protest. “I know what I'm saying.” You pause. “What do you do when you go home after you’ve been with me? Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”

He hesitates, glancing over at you. “You really shouldn’t go down this road. You’re going to be disappointed.”

You swallow thickly, the sudden swell of emotions building in your throat threatening to choke you. “I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”

He makes a soft, broken sound, like a wounded animal in its dying moments, so full of regret and want, then leans over, fingers bracing your jaw as his mouth roughly covers yours. You whimper at the feeling, lips desperate against his, tongue restlessly probing. Your heart slams against your ribs and your grab his free hand and place it there, willing him to feel what he does to you.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t pursue this,” he exhales beside your cheek.

You shudder at the pet name, once so condescendingly offered, now saturated with affection.

[slytherinshua]

CRASH A DATE, GET A BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. friends to lovers. university au ig. warnings. jealousy. overthinking and crying. kissing. not rly proofread. pairing. sangyeop x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. my love choi sangyeop :( even tho no one will read this lmao i have to write for my beloved lucy and sangyeop is soooo college boyfriend coded omg i love him sm

For years, you had never felt any tension or uncomfort in the company of Sangyeop. You spent hours of every day talking with him. You were best friends— practically inseparable. But things seemed to shift in the last year, and you didn’t like it.

He was still your best friend, and you still spent every day with him, but a glaringly obvious change had occurred, and you weren’t sure how things would ever be the same between you two. 

You had grown feelings for him.

It was a textbook example of how to lose a long friendship. You should have trusted your best friend in high school when she warned you that guys and girls could never stay just friends. It was wonderful for 4 years, and you cherished all the memories you had made with Sangyeop in that time. But now, the feelings you held for him had changed your attitude.

It was hard for you to spend too long in his company without getting incredibly awkward and hot in the face. Really, it was his fault for being so attractive. The worst feeling, though, was the constriction in your chest whenever you saw him with other girls.

Feeling jealous over your best friend was laughable, but you just couldn’t stand it. He had always had other friends— and other female friends, at that. You had even lived through seeing him in a semi-serious relationship and had absolutely no problem. You were happy for Sangyeop when he got a girlfriend in the first year of university. But now, you wanted to fight off every girl who even glanced in his direction.

He wasn’t yours, but at the same time, he was. You had known him the longest. You were the closest friend he had. Everything would be perfect if only you didn’t long for more.

It was inevitable for everything to erupt in a sudden and unpredictable explosion the longer you stuffed down your feelings. You had just never expected it to happen like this.

“Why would you do that, Y/n? You’ve never acted like this before. Ever.” Sangyeop’s words felt like they were stabbing you repeatedly. He didn’t exactly sound angry— more extremely confused and maybe slightly annoyed. You didn’t blame him. If you had a little more sense, you would have known better than to crash his blind date. It was definitely overstepping boundaries. 

“I- I don’t know! I’m sorry, okay?” You pleaded. You weren’t brave enough to meet his eyes. The feeling of having upset him or ruined something for him was awful.

“Why would you do it, though? I wouldn’t have gone on all these blind dates if you weren’t so insistent that I got another girlfriend. I told you I was fine to stay single after Hayoung— but I thought you wanted me to find someone.” He asked, exasperated. It didn’t help that it was already past dark, both of you standing under the narrow overhead outside of a restaurant to try to shield away from the rain. It still drenched your left shoulder, though.

“Well, I just don’t anymore!” You shouted back, just as overwhelmed and confused as Sangyeop was in this situation. The way you had glared at the girl and told her to leave was so uncharacteristic of you that even you had been shocked. Sangyeop didn’t seem to take your attempt to end the conversation as a valid answer, and he pressed on for your reason why.

“Just tell me. You had to have had a reason. You would never do that randomly. What? Did she have a bad record or something? What could it have possibly-“

“It’s because I like you! And you’ve never seemed to notice, but I couldn’t ever say it out loud because you’re too important to me to lose! And- and I was afraid and scared and confused, and I just don’t know why it had to happen, but-“ Sangyeop stopped your panicked rambling before you could finish— not that it was making any sense to either of you, anyway.

“Y/n, stop.” He croaked out a bit softer, grabbing your wrist to pull you under the overhang and out of the rain. You barely noticed that you had gotten more exposed to the downpour. You couldn’t differentiate the rain on your cheeks from your tears that were streaming down. Unfortunately, Sangyeop could.

He let out a small sigh and his lips pulled up into a sad smile before dropping again, “You’re so…”

“Stupid? Yeah, I know.” You laughed through your tears, trying to not look quite as pathetic in front of the man you had loved for years now.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He defended, his eyes still searching your face for any sign of understanding. 

You still couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you or just confused. You had completely blocked out any possibility that this situation could turn out for the better. You didn’t deserve a wonderful outcome from this. You were the one who messed everything up in the first place. You couldn’t feel entitled to anything anymore; especially not Sangyeop’s affection. You wouldn’t even blame him if he stopped being friends with you over this. Crashing his date and then confessing to him out of the blue? It was definitely not what best friends did… more like crazy ex’s. 

“You’re so… clueless.” Sangyeop repeated, finishing the statement this time with a laugh. You looked up at his face, finally brave enough to meet his eyes. The last thing you had expected was to smile on his face after what you had done. You were sure you looked a mess right now— with mascara running down your cheeks and your clothes all wet and wrinkled, but Sangyeop’s eyes held some warmth that you hadn’t seen for days, and it was comforting.

“What now?” You asked in a whisper. The weight on your chest was still there, and you couldn’t begin to think of what Sangyeop meant by that response. Your brain was a mess, and all you wanted to do was just sink to the floor and disappear forever. 

“For now… let’s go home.” Sangyeop said softly. Although you felt uneasy about the idea of leaving things unresolved, going home was probably the smartest decision; so you nodded and let him pull your hand to lead you to the edge of the street where he hailed a cab. The ride back to your dorm was quiet. You mostly focused on the rain sliding down your window, pretending as if Sangyeop wasn’t sitting next to you. You said goodnight briefly to Sangyeop when you got back home before retreating into your room. You showered as quickly as possible and got in bed. You tried your best to sleep, but the thoughts racing in your head kept you awake almost all night. You were screwed for tomorrow’s lecture.

//

“Did you drink?! You look awful.” Wonsang frowned as soon as you walked into your morning lecture and dropped your bag next to your chair.

“No. I don’t drink.” You muttered, plopping down into the seat and immediately resting your head on the desk.

“...Was it Sangyeop?” Wonsang queried, making you open your eyes and turn to glare at him. 

Wonsang, along with Yechan and Gwangil, were Sangyeop’s closest friends after you. You didn’t spend too much time with Yechan or Gwangil since you didn’t have any shared classes, but Wonsang was much closer to you. He had known about your crush on Sangyeop for a while now. He was sworn to secrecy as soon as you knew that he knew, and you trusted him not to spill anything.

You groaned and closed your eyes again, your voice muffled by the desk, “I’m the dumbest person on the planet, Wonsang.”

“True.” 

You gave him another glare, “I crashed his blind date.”

“You- what?” You could only nod along to Wonsang’s shock.

“I crashed it, scared off the girl, and then confessed to him… like an idiot.” You felt like crying all over again.

“What did he say?” Wonsang asked curiously.

“He didn’t! He didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to do— I feel like such a fucking idiot, Wonsang. He probably hates me forever. I’m so stupid for telling him how I feel.” You knocked your head against the desk repeatedly, drowning in your misery until you heard Wonsang scoff.

“You’re not stupid for confessing to him, but you are for jumping to conclusions before you hear his answer.” Wonsang said simply, but you could barely process the words that came out of his mouth. The thought of even seeing Sangyeop at the dorm later made your stomach twist.

But you would have to face him eventually— it was unavoidable. And the time came right after 5 pm.

You walked back into your dorm, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. You were barely even breathing as you tried to take your shoes off and get to your room before you had to come into contact with Sangyeop. Unfortunately for you and your plan, he was waiting for you in the living room.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

You sucked in a breath and cursed yourself mentally. What were you even going to say to him? What was he going to say to you?

You shuffled to the living room where Sangyeop had stood up from his spot on the couch. He took one step forward and you subsequently took one step back. You had never been more scared than right now. You weren’t scared of Sangyeop; you didn’t think that was even possible. But you were scared of the situation, and even more scared of the outcome. The possibility of rejection was scary, but the possibility of losing Sangyeop was even more painful. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

“Are you going to leave? Am I going to lose you?” You let your biggest fears spill out of your mouth before Sangyeop could get a word in. You didn’t like the seriousness of his expression; it was too unlike him.

His face morphed into one of astonishment, “Why would you think that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here… and I’m staying.” He said firmly, as if he knew you needed extra reassurance. You nodded slowly, hearing his words and letting them ease the nerves in the pit of your stomach and slow the racing of your heart. Sangyeop led you to sit down on the couch next to him, and you braced your heart for whatever you would hear.

“I just thought… you would hate me after last night.” You confessed meekly. 

“First of all, I could never hate you. And about what you did last night… I was kind of waiting for it to happen.” He said slowly. 

Your eyes widened, “W-what do you mean? You’re not mad at me for crashing your date? But what about the girl— I thought you said she was cute.” You spluttered, confused.

Sangyeop just shook his head a little amused, “You really don’t know, do you? Yeah, she was pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as you are. I’ve liked you for… what… 3 years now? Maybe longer?” Sangyeop’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling as he thought, meanwhile you could only open your mouth slightly in shock. 

“What about Hayoung— You were still dating her 2 years ago.” You pressed. It was hard to ignore the sudden warmth you felt in your chest, but you forced yourself to not get too excited just yet. There were still too many unanswered questions.

“Honestly? Dating Hayoung was me trying desperately to get my mind off of you. It was stupid, I know, but it worked for a while. Until Hayoung realized I was pining for you the entire time.” He laughed, and you suddenly couldn’t get enough of the sound. “But she didn’t get mad at me for it… She said she knew all along, and she tried to get me to confess to you. I couldn’t do it, though. I was too scared. So I tried to forget about my feelings for you and date someone else again… hence all the blind dates. When you started setting up new ones for me after they failed, I kind of accepted that I didn’t have a chance with you anymore.” 

You breathed out slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It was almost hard to contain just how much you adored the man who stood before you. You wanted to melt into his arms and kiss his face and tell him again and again how much you loved him. But you waited for him to finish talking first.

“I know you. I knew that if you liked me, you wouldn’t let me date another girl without rejecting you first. And I was right.” He smiled, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “Although, I never expected you to be so bold about it.” He added as an afterthought with a laugh. Your cheeks flared in embarrassment. The decision you made last night had been rather rash. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve thought that one through.” You mumbled out.

“Don’t be.” Sangyeop breathed, “If anything, I think it made me fall for you even more.” You glanced at his eyes, taken aback with how much warmth and love and assurance filled them.

“Are you sure you really like me?” You asked quietly, aware of how you and Sangyeop were both subtly shifting closer to each other on the sofa. His face was mere inches from yours at this point, and his eyes bore into yours, neither of you able to look away from the other.

“Yes. I like you— I love you. I’ve loved you for 3 years.” He said sincerely, and that was all you needed to hear to get the confidence to pull him closer. His lips colliding with yours felt like the most perfect thing in the world. You fit together like puzzle pieces— like you were always meant to be.

He kissed you like he had been waiting his entire lifetime to do it, like this was his only chance to. And you never wanted it to end— the softness of his lips moving against yours, or his hands in your hair pulling you slightly closer, or the smell of his cologne and the taste of his lips invading your senses. You would have them all last for a million years if you could. 

Everything felt right at last; it was perfection. He was perfection.

↳ lucy taglist: @eternalgyu,, @evalevaeva,, @weird-bookworm,, @seunghancore,, @kangtaehyunzzz

[novembermorgon]

veeerry intrigued as to what viserra and maelor mean for the dance... viserra gets a dragon? their kid gets their own faction? KING MAELOR? many possibilities

this is how i can tie all my ocs together into one alternate timeline with a little ribbon on top .

this one is tough... i'm so bad with timelines and making things slot together neatly. BUUUUUT.......... i think it'd be interesting if absolutely nothing else because there's at least one extra dragon in there with maelor's ebrion hanging around . i don't think viserra claims a dragon partially because there aren't really many around to claim but i think at least one or two of their kids get little eggs in the cradle so that's another two dragons in there .

realistically there isn't really any chance for their kids to make a claim on the throne by the time of the great council in 101 - with both viserys and daemon alive alongside rhaenys they're pretty far behind, but i imagine they'd ally themselves pretty closely with viserys especially because he's like a block of clay . easy to squish around and shape into whatever you want . maybe theyd even try to snake a marriage in there somewhere. i imagine in a situation where there are cousins present it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility that daemon marries one of their children (assuming they'd have at least one girl .. i didnt think about it that hard . im sensing.... an even split with 2 girls and 2 boys with one of the boys not surviving into adulthood). would probably not be as hostile as his marriage to rhea but him marrying someone else and not being opposed to it makes the whole timeline here soooo different that it's hard to even really imagine .

if we're assuming everything is relatively the same until the start of the dance though .... at that point maelor and viserra's kids would be around rhaenys, daemon & viserys age - a little bit younger than them but like firmly adults starting to getting older. being that they were raised by parents who are definitely kind of inclined to scheme a little when given the chance & to some degree end up feeling sidelined just by being a little further down in the succession (especially when viserys decides to name rhaenyra heir over, in their eyes, more capable candidates) i think theyd be inclined to side with the greens . at least THEIR heir is a MAN which dad always said was VERY IMPORTANT . i guess they just sort of fit in better there . everyone some degree of bitter with a hate for fun.

i'm suuuper bad again at timeline crafting & pondering stuff like battles & wartime happenings but with an extra set of dragons (assuming idk one of their kids cradle eggs hatches and one of them claims maelor's dragon) i think itd be a much more even and later a much more one sided war . the greens probably hold king's landing for longer, but then shit kind of stirs up because yeah i think later on they'd be inclined to split off and make another side of the war here. clearly neither aegon or rhaenyra seem very suited to rule because the war has been a whole shitshow so why not crown someone older and more experienced . it's the pitfall of everyone in this damn family thinking 'after all why shouldn't i get to be king too'.

it gets messy i fear . theyd probably be relatively passive in terms of their involvement but after aemond and daemon die i can see them sort of trying to wrangle king's landing from either of the other factions and they manage to hold that power for a little while but the issue is they have no idea HOW to rule they just like the idea of it. and given they're sort of in an awkward spot in the succession they don't have anywhere to go like rhaenyra does with dragonstone - they're ultimately trapped in king's landing and when people start getting upset because they can't rule for shit they don't know what to do . maybe ends with a french revolution esque storming of the red keep that ends with them all just murdered . after which their dragons are left without riders and sort of fly off to wherever dragons go . manage to dodge the storming of the dragonpit because they were busy plotting when it happened

ultimately i dont think they'd live past the dance era and i dont think their line goes anywhere. sort of doomed from the start. viserra seeks help and safety with her brother so she doesn't need to marry against her will and ends up trapped in the same situation anyways. maelor is overconfident and believes himself better than he is and dies pitifully and gracelessly in the woods . their children live long enough to rise and fall but they leave behind no legacy and nobody to remember them . truly the jaehaerys alysanne kid effect

funny though imagine saera and her kids watching from lys . having a little giggle.

[pinheadbella]

Day 7: Break the Tie, Not the Bond

For the final day of Rajbow Week, I would like to present a prediction for season 2. I've had this comic sketched for a while now. Like a month before I even started this blog. And now I think it's the perfect time to discuss just what I think will happen to Raj and Bowie during the island rematch...

Back when the reboot was being teased, screenshots of a flyer have been going around. It showed the new cast, a synopsis, and some hints as to what the challenges may be. And one hint jumped out at me: "New challenges will now be peppered with inspiration from disaster and horror movies..." Season 1 of the reboot had some disaster movie aspects. The catapults, the obstacle courses, the lava lake. But nothing really jumped out to me as "horror movies."

Soooo I figured they were saving that for season 2.

As much as we wanted season 2 to be an Action reboot, Terry confirmed on Twitter that it would still take place on the island. But what if they could still pay tribute to Action? Why not put the contestants through revamped versions of Action's movie-themed challenges? And what could be more scary than getting dressed up as a killer/monster and hunting down your competition in a dark forest?

It's kinda like the serial killer challenge from Action. But instead of one player who has to scare their teammates, it's everyone on a team who has to scare everyone on the opposite team. Pop up from behind the bushes, scare someone with a butcher's knife in the kitchen, bust down a cabin door, etc.

For the sake of this scenario, let's assume that Raj and Bowie are on the same team. And that their team lost.

And that they tied for the most votes.

And since there's no way for the rule of "the player with more immunity wins is safe" to be applicable in the team phase, Chris has to think on the fly to get one of them out in the most dramatic way possible.

The tiebreaker? Raj and Bowie have one minute to beat each other up. Whoever's costume looks more ruined by the end will be eliminated. And if they somehow tie again, then they're both out.

And the boys are obviously upset.

Raj, who was dressed like a slasher killer, doesn't want to hurt Bowie. He's a hockey jock. He can effortlessly leave someone with bruises or a missing tooth even when he doesn't think he's playing rough. Bowie, who was dressed like a vampire, doesn't see the point in the tiebreaker. If him and Raj don't want to fight, why can't their team just revote?

Chris says that this'll be great for the ratings and starts the timer.

Bowie didn't want to give Chris what he wanted. As much as he hated losing, he also realized how much it sucks to lose someone he cares about. He already lost his friend Emma. He was not going to botch it with the guy of his dreams.

But Raj...

...Raj really wants to win.

The prediction I'm about to drop is...insane. I admit it. Especially after seeing so many people headcanon/depict Rajbow as such a sweet and wholesome relationship. I'm not even sure if Fresh TV can get away with doing this. But with what little we have canonically with the ship so far, I see a dark direction it can go.

What if Raj's parents are homophobic?

What if Raj didn't want to come out at first because he was scared his parents would watch the show?

And what if he came out specifically while he and Wayne were falling down the mountain because he thought the cameras/mics wouldn't catch him?

Raj doesn't just want to come back and do better. He wants to win the million and move out. At the very least, he wants to make sure that kissing the love of his life in that tapioca shark pit was worth it. That he didn't just lose his parents' trust for a guy who didn't love him back.

Remember my Day 1 drawing? Yeah, Raj has been anxiously waiting for their first date to even happen.

And while Bowie doesn't want to admit why he's been holding off on that date he promised, Raj doesn't want to admit why he wants to win so badly. He doesn't want Bowie to think it's his fault or that their relationship is a problem. There's nothing wrong with Bowie, Raj thinks. He's perfect.

So...Bowie was tricked into a false sense of security. Raj slipped his cape off while they were busy kissing. How does Bowie feel to be blindsided by someone he thought he could trust?

He couldn't be prouder. The guy who tricked so many people last season ultimately got a taste of his own medicine. And so, the villain passes on his prized necklace to his protege.

[lynxiepancakes]

spoilers ahead for s3 the bear!

okay i just woke up from the biggest nap after having the priviledge of watching the bear right as it came out thanks to a watchparty of carmysyd fans (we had so much fun they were all amazing) so i need to rant about this because i'm uPSET

i'm sure many fans will make significant, meaningful analysis over this season but i just wanna give my take on it because

guys

that shit was so bland it basically got me out of my hyperfixation-

i wanna start with the good though. because tina and nat's episode were amazing, majestic, heartbreaking, and will be the only ones i'll rewatch when it will come out in italian by august. they did such a complex, interesting, meaningful work with these women-

only to fUCKING YEET IT AWAY when it comes to Syd, which was the best woman on the screen the other two seasons.

i'm so T I R E D of women, ESPECIALLY BLACK WOMEN, having to be everyone's therapist and shoulder and rock (specifically with carmy, richie, and cicero, but also with marcus and others) without having the possibility to rely on someone else. syd was fucking babysitting/gentleparenting carmy and richie at a certain point and it gets eXHAUSTING

she was so good because she never hesitated to reinforce her boundaries, to call out men even in higher positions than hers, she didn't have this much of people pleasing tendencies and tbh as an afab people pleaser im tired of seeing that shit on screen, she was a breath of fresh air

ofc im not even talking about the sydcarmy moments because they gave us less than they ever gave us in s1 and s2 even when in s2 there was a whole romantic plot that didn't involve sydney, and yet even though she was the fucking lead in this season she got less fucking screen time than the faks? are we being forreal?

also storer wtf was going on with all the faks screentime. literally they went from being silly cute to straight up annoying dipshits that get in the way of everyone and nobody cals them out on anything as if they were kids in kindergarten my god

and the finale. it was so inconclusive, so underwhelming. like it didnt even lead to carmyclaire or syd leaving or her signing the contract it didnt feel like a finale AT ALL

and carmy was soooo self centered the entire season without any change/fix up/breaking point. he didn't even really fight with syd cos she let him do whatever he wants. they didnt even ever used the sorry sign. it's like they stripped away the emotional vulnerability of their relarionship to give all the screentime to the faks lol

i mean i do still hope in carmysyd endgame but if it doesnt happen i hope next season lucas fucks the shit outta sydney and poaches her cause she deserves better than being everyone's mom

i will prpbably change my mind about certain things when analysis will come out because im still processing everything but i cant believe i got three hours of sleep for such an underwhelming season. so so bland. im so upset.

[alitgblog]

S9 Vol 3 thoughts: everyone's so hot and I'm so upset it's still ex talk

I do like you get the option to tell all the girls "oh I'm picking a guy to come back for yall, don't worry" and then afterwards Chen comes out with all the guys and his "I've got this" thing. And then he has the audacity to be like "Nooo I wish I was on a date with you" and MC can say "Oh don't worry.. I've got this 😘" Like the dialogue certainly has its moments this season, like no wonder why MC is such an iconic all star

Just like everyone else, I would in fact like the Kat and Finn drama to hurry up and come to a close, but they're so obsessed with each other. I need Kat to actually couple up with a new guy please.

GRACE my beloved 🫶🫶

No it's such a shame though she's just a host because first of all, why have a host for dates?? like make her a host of a challenge if anything and then we can see her banter with Hamish and make him nervous. But also, like come on she didn't stay with Ozzy/Marshall of course, let her back on as another islander. And like I'm okay if she's again the token straight girl in the villa, like we need a friend out here.

I've already made my post about Jude, but the date was cute too. Lyle also very attractive AND a musician 😍. They make it so hard, and after one date I'm kind of sad we have to see one of them go. Waste of a sprite. I'm hoping the one you don't pick comes back at the end for Kat, since she does say the other guy is her type later on in the dressing room. And also I just need better for Kat than her to be stuck where she was after S5 with Finn.

I picked Jude because tbh they were about even for me but for the sake of my MC's story I just imagine she doesn't wanna settle down in Paris, so that's why she picked Jude. but ohhh the sad eyes 😞

Then in comes Kelly and she's still such a stunner dear goddd help me

This is why she was the face of the app after being in the villa one episode

"you and Finn are enough exes for this villa" yeah, hard agree. This is like when that theory came up before double trouble that everyone was gonna be a twin that season but it's real and it's not twins it's exes 💀

There was a chat with Finn, and I'm glad they made it clear early on he was interested so it wasn't dragged out until the very end like in S5 (although I will say I was pleasantly surprised when it happened in S5) and it was a cute chat. A lot of exposition though for MC's season lol? Like thanks for letting me know actually, I didn't know that I kissed someone in Casa, thanks for bringing that up sooo organically in this conversation. ig at least it's in character for him to be stuck in the past 🫠

I'm a little upset that we got Chen's ex instead of MC's, especially after he did already make it clear like nothing was really happening with his ex versus MC and Stefan clearly have some history to resolve. And I just wanted the ex talk to stop, but I'm thinking probably not until Casa (or around when Casa usually happens) that he's gonna show up. Hopefully by then, Kat and Finn will be resolved so we don't deal with all the exes at once. And also so for people on a Finn route, then this is fun because the roles will be reversed with Stefan is around taking MC's attention.

But even the letter thing got dragged on for soooo long even though it was only mentioned for two episodes. But again, means nothing considering it was just some girl Chen had dated. I don't know if it hits differently if you're with Henri, because his whole thing was he got serious really fast and then his ex jumped ship, so that sounds like the letter would be more impactful if she's apologizing. But I have a feeling they made it interchangeable. Which is why it's so weird everyone treated it so serious, when even Natasha named two other possible exes for Chen before the girl it actually was (which, admittedly, thats a hilarious bit).

it annoyed me they're trying to shame me into paying for chen's backstory now?? like this is the vibes of early seasons when you didn't have a gem outfit and the girls would be like you look like trash, girl.

Back to Kelly though, I have mixed feelings about her and Finn drama. My first thought is that it's interesting. I like that they're friends but she has caught feelings for him and doesn't know how he'll react and she's afraid of blowing up their friendship. Now with the added bonus of him still not being over Kat, but (barely) trying to move on in Love Island. That's a fun dynamic and I get the sense that Finn doesn't feel the same, and it's gonna be a real rough time comforting Kelly when he breaks her heart. But I also think it doesn't make sense. Like I kind of wish they weren't friends and just that she'd seen him at a few Love Island related events and they catered for a few parties together since they're both in Dublin and run in similar circles, so they're like not close friends, but definitely acquainted. That way it's more believable that they didn't know the other was coming back to Love Island and give Kelly more of an excuse for why she wouldn't reveal her feelings to Finn before coming back on the show. and also just make the stakes less dramatic because Kelly is also an LI, but she kinda treats MC like a second choice to Finn, and I think making them less close would help a little. Like she's attracted to him and they have a little prior friendship, but she's also very into MC versus Kelly has been pining over her friend Finn for quite some time.

On a similar note, I don't understand why Kat is so obsessed with Finn if she says she's over him and she ended things. Like you'd think despite them being coupled up, she'd just go for Hamish or Henri or any other guy after making snarky comments about him all day long. But she ALSO has to actively be upset at anyone making moves on him, and that's where they lose me. And they try to fix it by saying Kat is looking out for the girls, but if she was, then why not mention the cheating earlier? Once again, it's S5 vibes in the worst way 😑

also Finn? a cheater??? Finn from the shower scene in S5?? a cheater?? noooo no way 🙄

but back to actual gameplay: we go to truth or dare and it's a mess, I feel like they don't know the rules

Yet another banger line from Hamish though, like this is exactly the type of shitty joke I'd make

Getting to elbow Kat and kiss Finn may be the highlight of the whole volume for me ngl, even though he continues to admit he's still hung up on her (I guess a reasonable response to getting ghosted but still)

Fuck I forgot about Henri and his triangle with Chen and MC from last volume wasn't even fully resolved really. His plot was lost to the new guys again, go join Hari on the bench. So him showing up mid truth or dare was very funny to me, like I thought he WAS taking asleep lmao

I love a gem choice as much as the next person (which is not at all) but I am okay with the gem choice during truth or dare solely because I'm so indecisive I was like I can't pick which of them is the most attractive. Like actually they all are.

And here we got again with Melissa antagonizing MC for no reason. Then she brings up that it's Natasha's fault for some reason and that's supposed to be dramatic even though Natasha has BEEN saying that Stefan is MC's one that got away.

And I'm not a fan of pitting women against each other, especially the two WOC, but I do like that they had some beef briefly and it's not about a guy. Like it's nice to have characters that don't get along like that, and then they do come back and say they've resolved their differences but clearly aren't friends and that's okay.

this line made me laugh a little though especially after Melissa's very cheery we're all good now!! thing

and it's a recoupling next volume so we know what that means (goodbye to individuality for Henri, Chen, and Jude/Lyle, their routes are merging 🥲)

but yeah overall the volumes so far are not bad but just kinda meh. I think droning on about ex talk is draining the fun bits and the romance parts of the episodes. 9r maybe there was just way too high expectations coming from me idk. I enjoy the drama between other characters but it feels very removed from MC and she doesn't get a chance really to involve herself like S2 MC. And like MC has some drama herself, but it feels like we the player have less agency in causing it or even fixing it, so that's maybe been the problem recently.

still gonna play the season lmaooo I gotta know what Stefan and Cassius look like 🤣

I'm just a little less excited each week tha I was for s8 lol

[skykashi]

Just wanted to chime in on what I've been seeing just now about those AI accusations to try and help put your mind and heart at ease as a fellow artist who's been accused of essentially art theft in the past because of moderate style variations(someone I considered one of my best friends accused me of tracing a piece they'd done of one of their characters because the nose on the sketch I did of him (while having their piece up to the side so I knew what he looked like) looked too similar in their opinion to the one they'd done, along with another piece I used photo reference for). Don't let that person get to you - they obviously have nothing better to do with their time than target random people with accusations they have no proof of, acting like some divine authority on what human-driven art is supposed to look like. Like, demanding proof that someone made a piece is so borderline-dystopian to me, and to claim that your motivation is like, protecting artists from being hurt then go and... accuse an artist of theft/lying for no good reason to the point where they consider leaving the fandom space you claim you're trying to keep 'safe'? Wild. Them saying it must be AI because it's 'soooo different from your usual style' is also insane to me. Styles can literally change on a day-to-day basis depending on a variety of factors. Artists try new things and end up with wildly different results sometimes. I sometimes use really thick lines while other times I push myself to go as thin as possible. Sometimes I go freehand and other times if my tablet's acting up or I just don't feel like plugging it in, I've used vector lines on a premade sketch before using just my mouse to gain ultimate control over line weight, transparency, curves and angles, etc. I've also tried out lineless, going rounder or more angular with my shape language, used 3D models as reference for anatomy in some pieces and freehanded others, etc. Also, it like... costs nothing to mind your own business, am I right? LMAO Keep up the good work and I hope you keep creating and improving even more from here. Stay safe and well and protect your creative spirit against those who would doubt you!

Ikr? I might have understood it if every single thing I post looks completely different from the other but making those claims for one piece that is meant to be different is just wild lol, like I don't know, am I supposed to submit a request first before trying to experiment with new things?

Anyway, thank you so much for all of your kind words, I was really upset yesterday and was thinking what's the point of trying anymore if that's what I will get in the end but I feel much better today thanks to all the wonderful support everyone has shown me 🥺❤️ you guys have no idea how happy and lucky I am to have such a supportive and wholesome community 😭❤️❤️

[pantherlover]

A Local Habitation Re-Read: Part 7

Hello again! Here's part 7.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

It really is creepy thinking about April luring people out so Gordan could try to digitize them.

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

April's room being decorated so childishly makes everything soooo much worse.

"Damn. Just once, can't the villains look suitably villainous?" Give it a couple months Toby! You'll meet one soon enough.

I still think Jan's plan was to essentially put Faerie in the Metaverse. What would happen if the servers broke down? April had like a million failsafes and she still ran the risk of being turned off permanently if the power failed. I feel like, beyond the near impossibility of the task, there were a lot of issues everyone at ALH failed to consider.

The person in charge of the knowe being completely against you is a really scary thought.

Chapter Thirty:

'"Perhaps he'll stay dead this time," he said, nonchalantly. "Tybalt, I snapped. He gave me a look, as if to say 'what?' then began studying his nails.' I know that look. If he was my mom's cat he would've rolled on the floor to show how totally nonchalant he was feeling about the situation, which is maybe not as dignified as Tybalt was going for but would've gotten the feeling across the same.

I didn't think that Barbara was a very good Queen of Cats, but she might've been a *slightly* better one than I gave her credit for. Elliot said that Barbara was upset that the cats kept dying; if she wanted the testing to stop and ALH decided to keep going, that might explain why she decided to sell them out to Riordan. Which doesn't actually help the cats under her care, but it does explain why she'd 'bend at the knee' to a child of Titania.

Chapter Thirty-One:

Toby keeps saying that she's super paranoid about everything; if anything I think she's not paranoid enough.

'I was starting to see the blood trail on the floor, marking out the way in blotches and streaks. Only half of it was real blood. The rest was potential blood, ghost-blood, made visible by the magic I inherited from my mother.' I don't think that Toby's ever tracked someone through potential blood trails after this? I'm not sure if that's because everyone she tracks after this is bleeding enough she doesn't need almost blood, or because tracking people through their magic is more reliable.

"We go now, because there's no time left. Tybalt, can you-" "I'll guard him. I should be able to coax him back to human form." Tybalt really does understand what Toby needs. He knows that she needs to go save Quentin, someone who's her responsibility, and he knows she'll be able to focus on doing that if she's not also worrying about Connor.

Elliot's soapy tidal wave is actually pretty cool. I love the way that people stretch their magic to do things they technically shouldn't be able to do.

Chapter Thirty-Two:

If Gordan was always planning on experimenting/murdering Toby, why didn't she do it sooner to stop her from investigating? Or was there too big a risk that that would spook Jan into sending someone to bring Sylvester to Tamed Lightning?

Oh man, Gordan, if you think some type of hierarchy wouldn't be established in the digital world, then you don't know people very well.

Gordan makes me wish we got more changeling characters. I feel like we don't get a ton of them, and it seems like they tend to be unsympathetic characters instead of characters who have a lot of reasons to be bitter (but still don't default to murdering people).

'Then, quietly, [April] asked, "For right now, until they come and take Gordan's hardware... can we pretend that you'll take care of me?"' Oh nooooooooooo. Trust me, April, if it was even slightly possible, Toby definitely would've taken care of you.

I feel like this book was Toby's biggest failure professionally. One Salt Sea was probably her biggest failure personally, but she stopped a war from happening and rescued a kidnapped child then. In this book, only 2 out of 7 people actually survived (although to be fair, she did get to bring most of them back later).

Chapter Thirty-Three:

I know Tybalt stayed behind to avoid Toby until he could process what he'd learned about her (and to take care of the cats), but I'm still glad that April wasn't left alone with the dead. (Actually has anyone written that fic? Now that I'm thinking about it, Tybalt could probably give April a lot of advice on running her fiefdom and how to look after her people)

I wonder if Jin has a running tally of all of the ridiculous injuries she's had to heal when Toby gets involved. Maybe the healers have bingo cards and they win a prize if theirs gets filled up.

'No one knows exactly when Amandine went crazy; she collapsed a few years after I vanished, moving into an internal world far stranger than the Summerlands. She doesn't spend much time in the tower anymore. Most reports place her wandering endlessly through forests and standing, motionless, at crossroads. I wish I knew what she was looking for.' I remember feeling sorry for Amandine the first time I read this part, and hoping that Toby would eventually get her mother back. I no longer feel this way. I guess losing another daughter (and potentially her only chance at getting her other daughter back) is what caused her to snap. Also, I'm not sure if this is the intended association but 'wandering endlessly through forests and standing, motionless, at crossroads' is making me thinking of Tam Lin/Janet breaking the Ride.

"And Toby... he's not angry. You did the best you could. Both of you." This might be the last time we see Luna and Toby's relationship be uncomplicated/good. The next time we see them after this scene is when Luna's sending Toby to die for her.

That's it for A Local Habitation! I'm excited to get into An Artificial Night; this was the book that really pulled me into the series. See you next time!

[ruminate88]

Truth About Narcissists Abuse Survivors

I know for me, I felt so bad about myself after. The way I was discarded by two different men whom I began to trust and believe they had my back, only to find out that they could care less about me. 😔😔😔

Heres a revelation I’ve had today:

When the narcissist is first drawn to you, it feels so random but truly they see something in you they want to have within themselves. They see you for who you really are (even though they wear a false face themselves) They mirror you during the love-bomb phase, so all that incredible “love” you felt, was all you. You have soooo much love in you!! After all, a relationship with a narcissist is one sided!

The narcissist will say to you, “I’m not worthy of your love” and “You deserve better.” They mean it honestly. That’s the one only honest thing you’ll get out of them. They’re actually paying you a compliment even if you don’t feel like it is one.

After I broke up with my ex, Andrew, who couldn’t repay all the love I gave him but he wouldn’t ever break up with me because he didn’t wanna lose all that I was giving him essentially… He said to me, “I thought you had your life all together.” BUT what he didn’t understand, is, I was in survival mode for years. I was busy taking care of everyone around me but me and I was fighting silently to stay in the game of life. I hadn’t given up and I was way stronger than I ever knew. 😳

What my ex said really stunned me. As I thought to myself, “Who really has their life all together?? Isn’t life about learning from your mistakes???”

Also I never realized the compliments my ex was giving me and the reason he treated me so poorly after we broke up was out of envy and his last attempt for control over me. I was his “care taker” for months. I gave him so much of my love and support. I got him through his sophomore year in college but I had neglected all my own needs for his. It was a great relationship, FOR HIM and ONLY HIM! He got to use me, only talked to me when he felt like it, cheated on me and lied to me like crazy, all while I waited at home for him every night, crying with my phone in my hands, begging him to text me and tell me he’s sober and safe…. (I cared soooo much about him)

I don’t regret being with him. He did teach me a lot about my self and how strong I actually am. That man sat with me during a suicide attack and told me how I “wasn’t well” and needed to make serious changes in my life and I needed to get help that “I had issues”. He made me look like I was the bad guy and he was the innocent one. I know he did it out of envy because he lied/cheated knowing I was 100% faithful, loyal and loved ALL of him even his flaws and he couldn’t understand why someone would be that way nor could he even accept it. He certainly couldn’t give me back any love or honesty.

He would continually say to me “you’re the sweetest girl I ever met”. Even when we were breaking up, he kept saying it. Maybe he meant it, maybe he didn’t. 🧐 Yes he treated me horribly but I realize his personality is poor and possibly he came from a toxic environment growing up that I knew nothing about!!! He hid me from his mother the whole relationship and got upset when I found her on Facebook. (There has to be a good reason why he hid me from her)

I hope this encourages anyone out there who’s been discarded, like me, by a narcissist. You’re stronger and more beautiful on the inside than you even realize! I know you feel so bad because you tried so hard to love them and they continuously rejected and neglected you. Just know they actually want to be more like you but feel they literally can’t. 🥺🥺🥺

[andthebubbles]

not that it matters to anyone but for the next week or so i won’t be checking the seb tracked tag but just a few people���s blogs instead for my seb content becaaaause there have been soooo many posts on seb’s retirement to the point that it’s starting to annoy me and i’m starting to be like ‘just go already’ which is not exactly what i actually feel skjfnkfkfgkf. like, you can post all you like about that and that’s fine, but so many people are doing it and i don’t want to see it anymore

but then i started to ponder why i’m not so bothered that he’s leaving, and i think it’s because 1. i only sporadically watch f1 now, 2. i like seb but not in the same way as in the rbr days when i used to think the sun shone out of his arse; i LIKE him but, 3. possibly i like rbr!seb more than am!seb. am!seb is lovely and has grown up so well but i’m still more attached to the racing-is-everything singlemindedness must-win rbr!seb, i guess that’s because i relate to that better. i did also like the little nuggets of wisdom rbr!seb used to drop. am!seb drops beautiful lines about hanna meanwhile and less about how to live your life (or whatever it was), and ngl i am not as left as seb is when it comes to environmental issues. i respect that he’s passionate about it though. but i’m not one of those people who looks to famous people as a bunch of viewpoints and makes sure mine align with theirs, and then get angry when they support something i don’t. after all they’re just people, not someone to put on a pedestal, and maybe this is why i’m comparatively fine with seb just leaving and going to do something else. he’s just... a person first and foremost, not ... idk, an embodiment of f1? probably it helps though that i don’t watch f1 so dedicatedly anymore. (on the other hand, maybe i’ve entirely missed the point.)

DUNNO. it feels like whoever’s gonna read this is gonna be mad at me now, but like... maybe i’m just getting old, or more likely i’ve just stopped being so fandomly passionate about what i like. idk why i’ve become this way. maybe i’ve tried so hard to just shrug and move on about things that i would’ve gotten mad/upset about in the past that now i can’t stop doing it to the point that it’s read as apathetic. but idk, i’d say this is better than the way it was in 2012-2014 when f1 used to either boost or utterly ruin my mental health for at least 24 hours after each race, to the point that i took like a 6 year break from it and came back all chill and apathetic lol.

[kaorisun]

can we please have a continuation of the one sided mutual pining PLEASE I OWE YOU MY LIFE

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. finally confessing

read part one ; here!

characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, onionthief, june

tags ; fluff, confessions, getting together

author’s note ; anon!! you owe me nothing!! I’m happy to write the continuation! Side note; ahhh I’m back in university and spring break is over, but fret not! I will still aim for a post a day or every other day!! I will still be feeding you all! Enjoy the fluff!! <3

NIGHTOWL —

— Nightowl sighed as he logged on to the server the next morning. He’d spent the entire night crying— he was exhausted. Physically. Mentally— everything. Even though he knew it’d hurt knowing he was just a friend, he still wanted to talk to you. He wanted so badly to hear you say good morning— to get into a call with you and to see your face. It always made him feel better.

— However, instead he was met with countless pings and private messages when he finally went online— asking where he was and if he was okay. He was confused— did everyone really miss him that much? Missing a call wasn’t exactly out of character for him. What he didn’t know was that on the group call the night previous, you had confessed to all of your friends that you liked Nightowl when they’d inquired as to why you’d been so upset at his absence. The rest of the server knew that Nightowl liked you and was mulling over it, so the confirmation was enough for them to spring into action.

— After he read through the messages, he only had more questions than answers. What was so important that they needed to tell him? Why were they so adamant that it had to happen as soon as possible? He was confused. He glanced at the texts from the morning, seeing you in a call with June. He decided that whatever it was, one of you would tell him, right?

— He sighed. What if it wasn’t good news? Well, it was important either way, so he figured he’d join in and find out. No use in putting it off, so joined the call with you and June.

— “— And that’s when I knew he liked you, too. Did you not see that?” He heard June mention and he froze. Did someone else like you? June said ‘liked you, too—‘ was it mutual? It made his heart fall, but he forced a smile.

— “Mornin’ guys! What was… so important about last night that I missed?” He questioned and June visibly jumped, her eyes widening at realizing that he’d joined the call in the middle of her sentence.

— “Ah, good luck (y/n)! I’ve gotta run!” June chided and quickly left the call. Nightowl paused and raised an eyebrow, looking at you as you let out a long sigh, shaking your head affectionately at June’s antics, apologizing for her hastiness in leaving.

— “Soooo… what’s this news about? Is it about the person you like? So? Who is it?” He asked with a false playfulness. In truth, the conversation hurt more than anything, but he wanted to be supportive of you. He didn’t want you to see his upset or jealousy. Not after you’ve been so kindhearted to him. You laughed, though. A real, bright laughter that made your eyes sparkle. Did you like this person that much? Had he… lost his chance?

— “It’s a funny situation, actually. I thought it wasn’t mutual. June was just telling me about how it was and how oblivious I’ve been being.” You spoke with a soft fondness. He only felt worse— was it someone else in the server? Had you gotten close to someone else without him realizing? He needed answers—

— “Ooooh! Someone in the server? Who? You have to tell me!” He insisted. He’d be supportive regardless— he had to be. You smiled softly, and looked at him.

— “You, of course. I didn’t realize you liked me all this time. I’ve liked you for a while now.” You stated and his face flushed. Wait. Wait. It was…

— “W-Wait— you like me? When? How? Wait— ah yes, of course I like you too, I just— never realized.” Nightowl stumbled over his words, worlds of happiness and relief washing over him as he covered his face. He smiled sheepishly as tears fell from his eyes. You gave a concerned look behind the screen.

— “Nightowl— are you okay? Why are you crying?” You asked softly and he looked up, giving a bright smile.

— “I’m just really happy and really relieved. I was so scared that you didn’t like me. Thank you for choosing me. I appreciate it.” He chided, wiping his tears away. His heart was full. You liked him— you always had. You were both just completely oblivious to it.

— “So— when can I meet you?” Nightowl asked with a loving gaze.

QUEST —

— Quest sighed as he logged in the next evening. Once again, you were offline. You likely hadn’t come back from work quite yet, so he was left waiting for you once more. He felt disappointed and a bit regretful. You had sent messages, asking if he was alright— saying that you missed having your nightly call with him. You’d also expressed quite quickly after that that you weren’t upset or anything— just that you hoped he was alright and you missed him. He chuckled softly. Cute. You always worried incessantly. He loved that you were always so willing to listen and help others. It was a bittersweet thought. He loved everything about you, but he couldn’t be with you. You were far out of his grasp.

— He shook the thoughts from his head and read through the backlogs of the chat for a bit before noticing that Lady had messaged that she would sit in the call channel alone, asking anyone who came online to come and entertain her. He shrugged, figuring that it’d be a good way to pass time until you came online. He joined the call.

— “Finally! I was getting bored in this ghost town! How are you, Quest? Why the glum look? Sad that your angel isn’t online?” Lady teased with a small smirk and Quest felt his face flush, stuttering for a moment before taking a deep breath.

— “Does everyone in the server know about that?” Quest muttered and looked at her. She snickered and smiled.

— “About your crush? Yeah, everyone knows. Well, aside from (y/n). They’re not the type to pick up on that sort of thing easily.” Lady mused and Quest chuckled. Of course. You were far too concerned with others to even consider that someone would be head over heels for you. Selfless, as per usual. He let out a soft sigh at the thought and Lady quirked a brow in curiosity.

— “I’m in over my head, aren’t I, Lady? I really do like them, but they treat me like everyone else. I mean— how do you even tell if someone feels that way for you? Am I even enough for them?” He questioned softly and Lady gaped at him before shaking her head.

— “Wait wait wait— backtrack— Quest. First off, you’re a complete catch. Secondly, they do not treat you like everyone else! Have you never realized that?” Lady questioned in disbelief. Quest gave her a confused expression, a silent question of ‘what do you mean?’ written all over his face. Lady let out a loud laugh.

— “Wow— it’s no wonder you both haven’t gotten together yet! I thought they were dense, but looks like you both are. Quest, have you never noticed that you’re the only person that actually knows what they look like? What they sound like? Everyone else has tried getting them in a call to no avail. When we asked them why you get special treatment, they respond the same way! ‘Quest is special, so he gets special treatment.’ They like you, you know!” Lady insisted and Quest’s eyes widened. How had he not realized that? He was about to respond before he heard someone join the call, soon hearing you chide in a greeting. Lady smirked, leaving the call right after.

— “Huh. I figured she’d at least wait for me to turn on my camera. She’s been adamant on finding out what I look like.” You murmured before shrugging. Quest looked at you, smiling before finally processing everything Lady had told him. Wow. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Maybe he’d been too far in his own head and insecurity regarding it all that he’d ignored the obvious signs.

— “It’s nice to see you, angel. Sorry for missing our call last night. As for Lady, she’s just giving us privacy. So, how long have you liked me for?” He asked curiously and you looked at him with wide eyes before laughing.

— “You found out? I’ve liked you for a long time now. I was gonna confess on this call— but I guess I don’t have to. I was supposed to do it last night, but you’d logged off by then.” You explained to him and he laughed a bit.

— “Well, I do like you too. It’s mutual, angel. And after waiting so long to realize this, I’m not gonna wait any longer. Will you be mine?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded.

— “Quest, I’ve always been yours. We’re just making things official now.”

XYX —

— Xyx was sitting on a call with Toasty, complaining once more about his worries and concerns regarding how you felt about him. Did you think he flirted with everyone? Did you see him as some sort of player— would you even give him a chance if he asked? Toasty just have a small noise of acknowledgment and Xyx sighed.

— “You’re hardly listening, right? I’m having an obvious crisis here, Toaster!” Xyx insisted in a playful, yet dramatic tone. Toasty let out a soft groan and rolled his eyes, staring at the second screen in front of him before glancing over at Xyx through the camera.

— “In my defense, I have this same conversation twice without fail every time you two call. It’s only natural that after a while I’d get way too used to it. You’re both so dense.” Toasty muttered and Xyx just paused. What did he mean? He knew that you and Toasty called often— but he always assumed it was because you liked him, not Xyx. Had he been completely off? He was confused.

— “What exactly do you mean by that? Twice? I can hardly believe that.” Xyx stated and Toasty rolled his eyes a bit before looking right at him through the screen.

— “Xyx. They call me complaining about the same thing. They question whether or not you like them, not to mention they constantly chicken out of confessing to you. Anyone in the server can easily tell that you two like each other aside from you both, apparently. And I just so happen to be caught in the middle of it. I wanted to let you two figure it out yourselves, but I figure it’s probably better if I tell you now before you combust completely.” Toasty explained and leaned his head on his hand. Xyx deadpanned. This whole time… you felt the same way— you were questioning if he liked you? He laughed, relief settling into him as he shook his head.

— “This whole time, huh? They’ve… well. Sorry for unintentionally dragging you between this, Toasty. I have a call to make.” Xyx insisted. Toaster wished him good luck before he hung up, calling you up immediately after when he noticed you were online.

— “Hm? What’s up, Xyx?” You questioned as you looked at him. He just gave a knowing smirk and admired you for a second before humming playfully.

— “I heard through my most trusted sources that someone talks about me a lot. And that someone has a bit of a crush on me.” Xyx teased and your eyes widened before you laughed.

— “I should’ve figured that Toasty would tell you at some point. So? Does the legendary Xyx want to tell me his response? Or am I gonna be left in waiting?” You responded with a small smile of your own. He chuckled before giving you a sincere smile, warmth and happiness etched into his features.

— “Can’t even let me build up a bit of suspense? That’s fine. I like you— a lot. Romantically. Honestly I thought you didn’t feel the same for the longest time. I’m.. relieved? Happy. That you feel the same.” Xyx said softly and you smiled at him, giving a fond and loving expression that he absolutely melted under.

— “When you look at me like that it really makes me wonder how I didn’t notice it sooner.” Xyx mumbled. You let out a soft laugh before Cat jumped up on Xyx’s desk, causing him to laugh.

— “I know, Cat! We finally worked things out!” You chimed to the feline on screen. Xyx pulled Cat into his arms before looking at you through the screen and giving a small smirk.

— “Yes and now there’s the next step. You just have to come down and see me! I don’t think I could wait any longer.” Xyx admitted with an adoring expression. You have a smile and nodded. Of course you would. You both waited so long just for this, after all.

NAKEDTOASTER —

— Toasty sighed after finishing playing FFVIX for the day. He glanced over at the server, noticing that it was still running rampant with messages from all of the members. He became curious, heading into the general chat. Toasty groaned at the amount of backlog— soon opting to join the call that you had been in with Xyx and Nightowl instead, hoping that you three would fill him in on what happened.

— A part of him felt nervous. What could it have been? Did you find out he liked you? Did you get with someone else in server? He had no idea what it could’ve been. He distantly wondered if the server was at risk because of BloomBot again— but knew that she was no longer like that anymore, satisfied as long as she could keep creating on her own. Besides, BloomBot would’ve just called him if it was important— so then, what was it? Once he joined the call, he was met with a brief silence before Xyx spoke up.

— “Quick! He hasn’t read the backlog! Delete all of your messages!” Xyx joked playfully and you burst out in laughter along with Nightowl.

— “Oh nooo! There’s too many! We’ll never make it in time!” Nightowl chided and Toasty narrowed his eyes at both of them.

— “Hey! Rude. There’s hundreds of messages, though. It’s a little overwhelming to try reading everything. Here I was hoping someone would just catch me up to speed on what was so important. Did the server act up or something?” Toasty questioner idly. Xyx smirked and looked at him.

— “Oh no, this is a far more romantic topic. (y/n)? I think Nightowl and I should leave you to catch our dear friend up on the events of the past few hours. Have fun~!” Xyx teased before leaving the call, Nightowl following in suit. Toasty felt his face flush— romantic topic? So you had found out? He looked at you nervously and let out a shaky sigh.

— “I’m guessing you found out, then? That I like you, I mean. Look you don’t have to feel the same! There’s no.. obligation or anything.” Toasty murmured. You just sat there dumbfounded for a few moments before smiling, leaning back in your own chair. He was confused, but stayed silent and let you speak.

— “No, I didn’t know that. Actually, what happened was that Xyx found out I liked you and spilled that to the entire server. I figured he might— but I had no idea you felt the same.” You explained and Toasty felt his chest tighten in pure happiness. You liked him? Everyone was pinging him because it was mutual and they wanted him to know— he’d been sulking for hours on his game when he could’ve just taken a glance and found out the truth?

— “Wow, I had no idea—! I usually don’t… pick up on this sort of thing as easily as everyone else. How long?” He asked with a shy smile. You returned the gesture before humming for a moment as you thought.

— “Honestly? The first time you opened up to me in person a few months ago. It felt… nice to be trusted like that. I started realizing that I felt so much more for you than I cared to admit at the time.” You expressed and Toasty hid his face for a moment before laughing softly.

— “Wow, that long? Yeah, um— me too. It’s been a long time now… wow. I’m so relieved. So so happy. Does this mean that we’re—?” He asked quietly, his voice trailing off.

— “Yes, Toasty. This means we’re together. I’m more than happy to be yours considering that you’ve had my heart for a while now. Cute that you asked, though.” You commented casually and he blushed and shook his head.

— “You think I’m cute..? Jeez, you have too much of an effect on me. Well! Now that we figured this out, wanna come over, maybe? I think it’d be nice to get affection from you that isn’t platonic… plus I really need to know that this is real.” Toasty explained and you gave him an affectionate smile. He was your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to make him happy and finally be with him in person as partners, not friends.

— “I’ll be there in an hour. Wait for me?” You asked softly.

— “I’ve been waiting for months now. I can handle another hour. I’ll see you soon.” Toasty said with a smile.

ONIONTHIEF —

— Onion was sat with you in a call while you both studied. It was silent, but comfortable, merely enjoying one another’s company while you both worked. You kept each other on track, helped with any lingering questions and took breaks when you’d been going on too long. At first, he was hesitant to the idea, but gave in soon after. You were his soft spot, though he’d never admit that outright.

— He glanced at you on the screen, noticing you staring off into space. You’d been like that for the past few minutes, distracted, unable to work. He sighed, placing his pencil down and setting his work aside.

— “Let’s take a break. Ten minutes, that’s it. I can tell you’re not focusing.” Onion mentioned and you gave a sheepish smile and glanced away for a moment.

— “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work.” You murmured and he shook his head.

— “Don’t worry about it. It’s about due time for a break anyways. So, what is it? What’s on your mind? You should talk about it. If you don’t, you’ll just end up losing focus again. So tell me, what is it that has you so distracted?” He questioned, putting up an unfazed front. He had do so you wouldn’t worry, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t curious. You were a diligent worker— usually never distracted when studying. What was it that had you so lost in your own thoughts? Did you get with someone? Did you like someone? It was a distant, bitter thought, but he had to be supportive regardless. You didn’t see him as a romantic interest. He had to accept that.

— “Well… I had a conversation with Nightowl and June about dating the other day. I guess my head’s still a little lost thinking about it.” You admitted and Onion nodded in understanding. Of course. He knew the day would come.

— “Did those two say something? Don’t mind them they… try to be helpful, but they don’t always realize that not everyone wants their advice or appreciates it. Disregard whatever it is, I’m sure they were only trying to be helpful in their own way.” Onion stated with a blank expression. You shook your head.

— “No no, they didn’t say anything mean. They were just trying to help me with my situation! I like someone in the server, but I have no idea what their stance on romance is. It’s… complicated.” You explained and Onion felt a sting. He knew you’d find someone else, but someone he knew? That hurt even more. It felt like… you were choosing someone else over him. Though it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t as if he made the feelings known. He went through the possibilities in his head— who could it be?

— “Regardless of who it is, I’m sure they like you. You’re intelligent, good to talk to, and you’re nice. Either way, why don’t you just directly ask them? It won’t do you any favors to keep running around in circles for answers when you could just get the answer by asking.” Onion mentioned. You seemed to relax at the advice, nodding in agreement. He looked away. He wished it was him.

— “Okay, so what’s your opinion on dating, Onion?” You questioned. Onion hummed for a moment before looking at you.

— “I’ll date someone I find to be compatible with me, only if they’re taking it serio- wait…” The realization slowly dawned on him. You asking him that question insinuated that— there’s no way. You gave a small smile, your face flushed slightly red as he realized and he looked at you.

— “Were you talking about me? You like… me? Really?” Onion questioned, his serious tone wavering slightly in disbelief. You liked him? How had he not seen that? Did he miss obvious signs? He could’ve sworn—

— “Yeah… I’ve liked you for a while now. Why do you think I always pay you so much special attention? I like spending time with you.” You stated directly. Your tone was sincere. He knew that you were being truthful and he felt his heart warm, cracking a small smile.

— “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. I like you too. I just always figured you’d pick someone with more… charm.” Onion admitted and you laughed a bit.

— “You have your own charm, Onion. You’re supportive and you care for me, even if it’s not direct. You always make sure I take breaks, help me stay on task, praise me for my work… it means a lot. So? Does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” You asked with a small smile. He couldn’t help it, giving a genuine, soft smile as he looked at you.

— “Yes. I’d gladly be your boyfriend. Thank you for telling me directly. I thought I’d be better at picking up on the signs.” Onion mentioned, admiring you as he fully processed that wow. It was mutual this whole time. You chose him— admired him in the same way he did with you.

— “Awe, you should smile more! It’s cute.” You said in a lighthearted, teasing tone. Onion felt his face flush slightly and shook his head.

— “Hey! Enough of that. Ten minutes is up. Focus on your work.” He insisted and your laughter died down, slowly getting back into your work. He stared at you for a moment, unable to keep a smile off of his face as he soon went back to his own work. He could hardly focus, but for once, maybe that was a good thing. Something he could fully welcome.

— After all, even before you were his, he always had the biggest soft spot for you.

JUNE —

— June awoke the next morning and logged into the server, wishing a bright good morning to you, a small smile on her face as she did. She still felt a little bittersweet doing so. How long would she be able to do this? How long could she live in the bliss of not having to worry? How long until you had a partner and she had to finally accept that you wouldn’t be hers?

— When you responded with a brief greeting, along with a request to call, she felt her heart drop. You insisted it was urgent. Was she already too late? Was it already time for her to accept reality and move on? She was scared— but she couldn’t be a bad friend and be unsupportive. That’d only leave you questioning why and then you’d figure it out. She’d risk losing you completely if that happened, so she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. She could do this! She glanced at your icon, alone in the voice channel before finally joining.

— “Hey! What’s up, (y/n)? What happened?” She asked curiosity, but fear brewed in the pit of her stomach, worried as to what it could possibly be. You fidgeted a bit, glancing at her every so often before sighing and looking at her.

— “I was typing up a paragraph last night to tell you something, but then I decided that I wanted to just. Tell you over call instead. It would be easier if I did it this way, y’know? But… seeing you now makes me nervous.” You admitted with a soft smile and she couldn’t help but return it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she could see you this happy. Even if she wasn’t the one causing it, even if it hurt— it would be worth it.

— “You can tell me anything! I’m here for you!” June chided. It was still bitter for her— still painful and upsetting, but how could she be anything but supportive when you looked so… happy. Adoration was present in your eyes. She could tell. She couldn’t be the reason that look vanished.

— “Thanks, Junebug. I appreciate it. Okay. Okay here goes— June. I like you. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages. Seeing you get so passionate when you talk— watching your cute expression when you get really into a drawing— hearing you laugh and smile when we talk— everything. I love everything about you. I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend.” You expressed with a fond smile and June was taken completely aback, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her face flushing red. She was shocked— that adoration in your expression was because of her? You loved her? You chose her despite all of her imperfections? She felt tears prick her eyes, relieved, elated— and so madly in love.

— “Yes! Yes of course! I’d love to— I had no idea you felt the same, (y/n). I’m so happy. I never thought you’d like me.” June rambled for a bit, laughing and smiling, questioning how she’d missed that entirely. You liked her. She was yours and you were hers— and the sound of the phrase your girlfriend paired with her name was a symphony to her ears.

— “I thought I was being obvious, but I’m really happy that you feel the same. I’m shocked you hadn’t realized it. I always showered you in compliments— paid special attention to you… everyone else in the server picked up on it pretty quickly.” You admitted and June gave a soft expression.

— “Maybe I’m just better at dissecting fictional romance. Not so much when it comes to the real thing. But that’s okay! I’m glad you confessed. I’m glad things worked out.” June insisted with a smile. From there, you both talked a lot more. Questions of when you two would be able to meet, what you’d do— everything.

— And June was so happy. She felt lucky that you chose her and even if she felt a little undeserving, you were there to remind her.

— She deserved the absolute best. And you planned to be just that and more for her.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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Hey, if this is open how would the S brothers react if their y/n hold them over their shoulders or in bridal style?

Hi Love,

wonderful question, I enjoyed making this.

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Shu:

At first, he thought you were crazy.

He really didn’t think you could do it but he let you do it anyway.

Doesn’t really care if you can tho.

In fact, he’ll use it to his advantage to have you carry him around everywhere when he doesn’t want to move.

He will prefer if you pick him up bridal style because he doesn’t want you to ruin his sleep.

“Y/n, carry me to school.”

“Shu, that’s a long way!”

“I don’t care.”

Reiji:

This is unexpected for him.

He finds it strange even.

And to be honest, he really doesn’t like the idea of you picking him up since he feels that it breaks the male and female norm where the man is the ‘stronger’ one in the relationship.

“That is not lady-like.”

He takes a lot of pride in this, however, this doesn’t stop you from catching him off guard.

For example, if he's busy with something, you will pick him up bridal style or over your shoulder out of nowhere and it throws him off.

It’s honestly the funniest thing ever.

“Put. Me. Down.”

He gets really uptight about it.

Especially if you throw him over your shoulder.

He makes up excuses for you to put him down.

“Don’t do that! You’ll ruin my posture!”

Laito:

Finds it amusing.

Likes to brag to his brothers about it.

“Look how strong little bitch is.” He’d boast whilst you’re holding him in front of everyone.

Although, apart from him being impressed, he can sometimes get on your nerves with his perverted remarks.

“I wonder if you can dominate me too~”

Growing fed up with this, it causes you to spin him and then throw him.

And this of course only amuses a certain baby-car vampire.

Kanato:

Doesn’t like to be carried.

Like he would throw a fit over it.

“Y/n put me down. The only doll that should be carried is you, princess.”

Prefers to carry you instead.

Since you’re the princess.

But if you gave him cake afterwards he wouldn’t complain.

“Fine, you’re forgiven but only because this cake is better than the last ones you’ve made.”

Ayato:

It was over a dare that he found out about your strength.

And he was just shocked.

But mostly he felt his abilities threatened.

“How can she pick up yours truly like it’s nothing?”

Now he will work out vigorously so you don’t surpass him.

“Ayato, strength doesn’t define our relationship.”

“Yes, it does.”

Subaru:

Really doesn’t like it, especially if you pick him up around others.

“Hey, what the hell!?”

He is going to be so upset.

Despite that though, he does kind of like being the smaller person in the relationship at times, especially when he’s feeling down and he wants you to secretly hold him.

He displays a tough exterior but really finds it interesting as to how you’re that strong.

Kino:

He finds it cool.

Now he wants to test your strength to see who’s stronger.

Will arm wrestle you just bc.

“Kino, arm wrestling is different than carrying someone.”

“Oh c’mon, just try it.”

If you end up winning he’s going to be a sore loser and want to try again.

“I wasn’t ready I swear.”

“Kino!”

Mukami

Ruki:

I don’t think he wants to accept the fact that this is possible.

He’s like, weirded out by it.

Like don’t get me wrong he’s impressed you’re that strong but he just hopes you’re not stronger than him at everything or whatever.

He still prefers if he’s the stronger one in the relationship.

And when you do this he doesn’t know how to feel honestly but he does want you to put him down for sure.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“No, I’m not, I’m fine.”

In order for him to cope with this he make sure to tighten jars and make other things heavy so you ask him for help.

“Ruki, I need help.”

Hearing this makes him feel soooo much better.

“You just turn it like this, Y/n.”

Yuma:

Wow!!! You must be Hercules if you can pick up this man.

He is totally amused by the fact that you can to be honest.

“I can’t believe my little pig is that strong.”

Because you can pick him up, now he thinks that you can carry everything.

So he gives you heavy boxes and expects you open jars and turn other things with no problem.

“Here carry this, you don’t need me.” He’d say giving you a heavy box, almost making you drop it.

“Yuma!”

“What?!”

“This is too heavy.”

“Are you kidding me? I thought you were strong.”

“Please help me carry it.” You’d beg whilst adjusting all the weight of the box on yourself as you didn’t want to drop it on yourself.

“Huh, guess you’re weak then.”

“I’m not! I just need a little help.”

“Tch! And I thought you didn’t need me, but what makes it even worse is that you got nothing here.” He’d smirk clutching your ass.

“Yuma!”

Kou:

Finds your skill to be a way to escape his fangirls.

For example, if one of his fangirls or too many of them are getting out of hand, or are just piling themselves up onto him, you’re more than happy to literally ‘grab and carry’ him out of the crowd.

Which usually leaves everyone quite shocked to see that you possess such strength, especially him.

“Wow, you sure have quite the strength there, kitten.”

Asks you questions as to how you developed such strength and was shocked to find out that it’s just something that comes natural to you.

Thinks it’s really how cool that you have such strength.

“It’s so cool that you have such an ability, Y/N. Most people don’t.”

Azusa:

Would find it really interesting and cute.

You will do anything to protect him, especially if people are giving him a hard time at school due to him being different and coming off as strange to others.

Kind of likes it when you pick him up since it makes him feel like he’s flying.

One time, you ended up dropping him by accident and you felt horrible about it, but he told you it was no big deal.

“It’s okay . . . Y/N . . . I still love you.”

“Not it’s not.”

“But, I like it when . . . you protect me, Y/N.”

Tsukinami

Carla:

Finds it weird that you can even possess such strength.

Likes the fact that you’re strong . . . but not stronger than him.

He finds it beneficial to your safety tho since you can handle yourself easily.

This way he has one less thing to worry about when it comes to you.

But he doesn’t put full-fledged faith into it since you’re just one person.

He gets a little annoyed when you pick him up since it just throws him off.

Shin:

Like Ayato, he feels threatened by it.

Mostly because he doesn’t want to look like the weakling in the relationship.

I mean, he likes the fact that you’re strong because you’re able to protect yourself from a lot of things, but he definitely doesn’t want to be surpassed when it comes to strength.

“Babe, just because I can pick you up, that doesn’t make or break our relationship.”

“You know what it looks like that you can pick me up. I feel like a joke.”

“You’re just being dramatic.”