#and whenever i'm done with that i'll check again

[roaringroa]

fucking hate doing uni work with people who aren't my designated group project friends cause some people really just blatantly plagiarize and copy from chatgpt like huh you didn't even try to hide it

[makishimu]

Just some observations I made about Megane's latest Rota Fortunae crumbs after going back to it over and over again (if you haven't read it yet, go check it out first). Maybe you'll already have noticed most of it, but hopefully not everything. Either way, I really just feel like rambling.

First of all, this is clearly set before their trip to Sunday's shelter. In fact, it's most likely the earliest part of the timeline we've had so far. It's noticeable through the fact Aven just got the glasses and doesn't appear to have the earring he has on his ref sheet and during the animation.

About the earring, if you look at this panel:

You'll notice that Human!Aven (let's call him that for now) has a peacock feathers earrings. It's not exactly the same Android!Aven has, but it's a similar style. Now, there's two conclusions you can make of that: either Android!Aven bought it himself because it fits his style and he most likely subconsciously remembers his past to an extent, or Ratio gave it to him because it reminded him of the one Human!Aven used to wear.

Now, onto this Human!Aven if you will, because how do I know he's human? It's somewhat easy to guess, but there are still some signs: first, his eyes. As an android, Aven's eyes become magenta and cyan when behind glasses, but here it's a reflection. It would seem his human appearance naturally had the Avgin eyes (if Avgins even exist in the Rota Fortunae lore). But there is a second sign that this Aven is human: his wrist.

If you look at this panel, you'll notice Aven's wrist has a joint (weirdly enough, there doesn't seem to be any joints on his elbow, but it's hard to see so maybe Megane just didn't feel like drawing it?) that isn't here on Human!Aven. Now, how did he go from being a human to being an android? We can only speculate on that, but the general guess seems to be that Aven died and Ratio transferred his consciousness in an android body. I love that theory, but only time (and Megane) can tell how right it is.

But I'm not done with my observations! Let's talk about Ratio! Though, I'll keep aside all the speculations about why he refuses to repair Aven himself. It's most likely out of guilt, but we can't know more than that for sure.

Just a silly little thing I noticed about him is that his hair curls when wet. It's such a small detail, but it's really adorable.

But what I mostly wanted to talk about is his tattoo (or whatever it is) because there's something really interesting about it. Let's take these two panels:

If you look closely at how far the tattoo reaches up his neck in the second image, you'll most likely notice that it doesn't appear to be there on the first image. Of course, maybe he just had it tattooed later, and it's a plausible explanation. But there's just something odd about the way Ratio uncovers that specific shoulder in that scene:

Maybe I'm just over interpreting. It's entirely possible. But the way he uncovers his tattooed shoulder like that kind of makes me think that it might be uncomfortable to keep covered. Kind of like when you have a healing scar and you don't like the sensation of the fabric rubbing against sensitive skin. In that case, maybe it's more than just a tattoo? Maybe it holds more meanings in relation to the Android rebellion? After all, there are some laurel symbols on the walls of wherever they are in that scene:

It's most likely linked to a faction such as the Intelligentsia Guild or the Genius Society (I'd lean more towards the former) as Megane suggested in the comments of that thread, but it's still interesting to note that tattoo wasn't there before the rebellion.

Now, a final observation about Aven and his eyes and it's that the brightness of his pupils seems to change depending on the situation:

Funnily enough, it appears to always brighten whenever he looks at Ratio (smitten much) at the exception of that one panel where he plays with Numby. This leads me to believe it might be some sort of emotional response (bright red eyes mean positive emotion and dark red eyes mean negative emotions. If I recall, the androids in the Rota Fortunae animation had dark red pupils) and it's just kind of cute to see how differently he looks at his Doctor.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for now (if only I could come up with that many words when I write my essays). I was supposed to be writing my fanfic's next chapter but I guess that won't be for tonight lmao. Of course, credit for all the images used in that small analysis goes to Megane. Go check out their work if you haven't already, it's definitely worth it.

Thanks for reading!

[asce-of-hearts]

if you don’t, can we have bloody painter x f!reader smutt where f!reader tried to make him jealous but it backfires?

Bitter

Contents: Yandere!Bloody Painter x F!Reader jealousy smut scenario

more BP content here

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WC: 1.9k

WARNINGS: YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, BOOBJOBS, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS, HELEN BEFORE BLOWING UP AND BECOMING AN ACTUAL SERIAL KILLER, SORT OF SCHOOL/COLLEGE!AU, ESTABLISHED SITUATIONSHIP, DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND DEATH, NON-CON/DUB-CON.

"People keep disappearing whenever they stay after school, isn't that freaky?" You say, leaning over Helen's desk. He only gives you a hum of acknowledgement, his pencil still moving as his eyes don't leave the paper. You pout, disheartened by his lack of enthusiasm. "Are you even listening?"

"I am." He answers quickly, curtly. You groan, amusing him just a bit, making his eyes flicker between you and the paper for a fraction of a second. He uses the pencil to tap you in the forehead, making you squeak.

"What's the big idea?" You ask, rubbing your forehead as he starts collecting his things. The sun is setting, and he doesn't answer, only continuing his task. You watch him intently, like a big cat stalking its prey, but he doesn't seem to mind. You feel a surge of rage, something bitter and rotten in the pit of your stomach. "Do you even like me, Helen?" You ask in a thread of voice, and he finally faces you.

"Guess." He says, his blue eyes cold as they fix on yours. He doesn't say anything else, just holds the door for a moment, as if inviting you to get out the classroom with him, but you don't leave your room, even if you're the only two people left. He continues to look at you, as if ushering you to stop playing and just follow him already. Your brows furrow, and you jump out of your seat, shoulder checking him as you walk past his body.

"I'll walk alone today." You hiss at him.

He rolls his eyes.

The next day, Helen arrives the classroom early as usual, its quiet and its cold, and the lighting is nice. He gets a few moments of calm and peace before you come in and pester him, and before all of the other idiots arrive and make him want to blow their heads off with a gun.

He hears your voice, and he can't control how his fingers make the pencil he was holding incessantly tap the paper. He's happy to see you, he always is, he just sucks at expressing his emotions. But he doesn't ignore you when you talk to him, and walks home with you every day, isn't that enough?

But you don't come to him, you only lock gazes as you walk past him, clinging to the arm of another guy. Another one of your friends, what a disgusting word, Helen hates them. He shouldn't have to compete for your attention, much less when he had already had you wrapped around his finger. He only scowls, averting his eyes to somewhere else.

As time passes by, he finds himself unable to focus, his eyes digging holes in the back of your head as he stares at you furiously from across the classroom, you try to ignore the displeasing sensation of being watched. When the bell rings, and you walk past him, he quickly grabs your wrist.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asks, hissing, bearing his teeth like a wild animal.

"I thought you said you were done with me."

"I didn't say anything. You're the one who left sulking yesterday," He says in an angry whisper, standing up. You forget how tall he is at times, at least a head and a half taller than you, his body lean but strong enough to keep you in place when he wants to. "What are you trying to play?"

"Play!? Nothing! I'm just tired of getting ignored every time I try and get close to you!" You bark back, you can see him hesitate, his grip on your wrist faltering before tightening again just before you manage to free yourself.

"I don't ignore you," He tries to sound calm, ignoring how his mind is screaming murderous words as you look at him with utter hatred, bitterness pooling at the back of his throat. "I'm nice to you. Quit it."

"I'm not quitting anything," You pull yourself free of his grip, the angry red imprint of his fingers on your skin impossible to ignore. He represses a smirk, proud of leaving his mark over your skin, and even better, in his favorite color. "Leave me alone." You turn around to walk away.

"I'll catch you at the end of the school day, we'll talk on the way home." "No!" You say with far too much dramatism for his taste, his knuckles white as he bites the inside of his cheek to grab the last ounce of control he has. "Forget it! I'm finding someone else to walk me home! Better yet, I'm staying here with my friends to figure out about the freaky disappearances that I tried to tell you about, and who knows! Maybe I'll get freaky with one of them!" You scream at him, and throw an eraser you found in his general direction. You don't mean those words, at least you think so. His face goes pale, even paler than before.

He doesn't even bother collecting his stuff before he storms out, you try and get him to stop, but he completely ignores your efforts.

You sigh, alone in the classroom once more.

"He hates me for sure," You whimper with your forehead pressed to the cold wall of the bathroom stall, you're hiding there with your friends. Who try their best to comfort you. "I completely destroyed any chance I had with him. Who even suggested I try and make him jealous?"

"You did." One of your friends answer, and you deadpan at her, earning a playful smile from her behalf. "Ah, just forget it, there are other fish in the sea, you know? More cocks than stars in the sky."

"Shut up!" You squeak, smiling just a little. You hear noise outside the bathroom, men screaming, probably your guy friends trying to play a prank on you. Definitely.

"Just ignore them, they'll shut up eventually." Another one of your friends rolls her eyes, continuing to text on her phone. And she's right, they shut up after about five minutes. The silence is unnerving, only the occasional song playing from one of your phones as you mindlessly scroll through social media, or the clanking of nails across the screen.

"It's... It's too quiet, don't you think?" You say, and they all agree.

"Let's go and check what's going on. Maybe they're pretending, they'll scare us for sure when we get out the bathroom, just try to not scream too loud." Just as you prepare to go outside, you feel your bladder call for duty.

"Wait!" They all groan. "No, I'll pee myself from the scare. Go out first, I'll take just a moment." Reluctantly they agree, and leave you to do your thing as they exit the bathroom, you can hear them screaming, the prank probably worked a little too well, how well? Three girls screaming for two minutes at least seems like an exaggeration, two minutes? Just how long have you been dissociating inside the stall. You pull your pants up and fix your hair in front of the sink mirror, stepping out to the dark hall. "I'm here, sorry-" Your apology is interrupted by a warm liquid pooling at your feet, the faint sound of kicking flesh immediately putting you in overdrive. You choke a scream as you see the pile of corpses in front of you, a masked man collecting vials of blood.

You both stare at each other for a moment, unable to move. You can feel the tears pooling at your eyes, and you scream at your legs to move, run, run, run. Before you can do anything he has already pounced over you, your head hitting the wall as he pins you to the ground in a quick movement. You, flat on the floor, him on top, legs around your torso.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" You manage to scream, and he presses his hand over your mouth.

"I'll do whatever I want, slut," He says with anger, and you can recognize the voice, the boyish laugh that escapes his throat as you realize. You kick and scream.

"Stop it, Helen! It's not funny! Not funny!" You squeal under him, but he doesn't let go. He pulls the mask up, his eyes dark and devoid of life as he grins at you, like a cat.

"No purpose in hiding myself then," He sighs, and the small scalpel he's holding comes to rip at your blouse, exposing your breasts. Your breath hitches as he traces the blunt part of the blade over your skin, eliciting goosebumps. "You would've figured it out one way or another, maybe once we had gotten married..." He's talking mostly to himself, his eyes eating you alive, trying to memorize every little detail of your body. The mark of his hands around your wrist still noticeable, good.

"Married?"

"Well, yes... I like you, don't I? I don't think I will ever like anyone else as much as you." He answers as if it was obvious, and you don't know what to say. "But that's besides the point. You... you didn't do anything with any of them, right? They didn't taint you," He asks, eyes wide open, searching for the truth, you shake your head. "Good, good. I would've killed you if they did."

The cold air of the night hits at your naked skin, making your nipples perk up under your bra, he notices, and cuts it open as well. He drops the scalpel next to you, and his hands come to squeeze and fondle at your now exposed mounds.

"Pretty," He whispers. "You're... so pretty." In another context you would be melting, aching for him to praise you more. But in this instant you feel like prey, like meat, and he's hungry, salivating for a taste of your flesh.

"Please, Helen."

"Stop begging," He orders, his grip on your tights tightening until it hurts, making you whine in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He plays with them for a few moments more, twisting and pulling at your nipples from time to time. And then he pulls it out, his cock. Pretty, just like him. Lean, the tip a pretty pink, a beauty mark and a vein running around it. You gasp at the sight, at how he shifts positions. "Put them... together," He says in a husky whisper, referring to your tits, he uses your hands to push them together, and you're too afraid to refuse, staying in the position he left you in. He slides his cock between them, throwing his head back, pleasured. "Tight, tighter." He's lost in bliss, in the sensation of your flesh wrapped around him. You find yourself strangely flattered at his reaction to your body.

He slides himself between your breasts frantically, rutting like a dog in heat. He spits between them, creating a mess of slick and spit, pre cum staining your skin. You feel strange, disgusted even, like this shouldn't be happening, but he doesn't stop. And then, he grabs a fistful of your hair.

"Open, open wide!" He moans, whimpers even. Too late for you to react quick enough, his cum litters your face, thick white ropes that fall everywhere, the taste is bitter, gooey and heavy, like cream. He doesn't bother to clean you up, breathing heavily as he stands on top of you, you lay down on the ground, pliant and tender. His breathing stabilizes quickly, and you see the flash of a camera as he snaps a picture. He cocks his head to the side, smiling.

"Needed the reference for my next painting."

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[writtenbythemoonandstars]

The festival

Content Warning: This scene contains depictions of gun violence, a mass shooting, medical trauma, injury descriptions, character death, and emotional distress. Read with care!

In the midst of the tragic mass shooting, ER doctor Robby fights to save lives—unaware that the love of his life is among the wounded. 

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To say Robby thought he'd ever find himself sleeping under a hot pink duvet in a room that smells like vanilla and strawberries he'd probably run a head CT for possible trauma. But here he is trying to pull the owner of said sheets back into bed as she giggles. Wearing nothing but the shirt he's missing. 

"Do you really have to go?" He asks, pushing his face into her hair, kissing across towards her chin. 

"Yes." She replies. "And you have to go save lives." Turning and kissing his lips. "I'll see you later? For Pittfest?" 

"Ah… I forgot to tell you." Robby sighs, looking apologetic as he sits up a little causing the duvet to reveal his bare chest. "Jake is taking some new girl he met at school." He kisses the pout off her lips. "Why don't you just stay home? I'll be off by seven. We can get take out… a bath…" His hands running slowly up and down her arm. She looks tempted to say yes but then sighs and shakes her head.

"I can't. I'm working it." It's her first big gig. Years of building a big enough social media rapport to get a deal for an event as big as Pittfest. "But call me whenever you have a few seconds." She smiles. One last kiss before she gets up to get dressed. 

When he knows Nick Bradley is braindead he calls but it goes to voicemail. A text follows, "Sorry. My partner flaked." with a sad face emoji following. "call later!" and a heart. 

When they lose the little girl who'd drowned trying to save her sister he gets another voicemail. No text follows this time. 

But an hour later, "so sorry babe, it's chaotic out here. I'll call you in 15." She never does. 

After he talks to Heather and she all but tells him he could have been a father years ago he sends her a text to call when she has a chance. 

This day… He's so glad it's almost over. 

Until it's not. 

He feels like the ground has been pulled out from under him when there's news of a shooter at the festival.

He calls. No answer. He calls again. Nothing.

Robby forces himself to work. He has to. Slapping yellow, pink, red… black bracelets on countless victims.

But none of them her. 

It feels like a lull in the ER which can only mean the worst in this situation when a truck pulls in to the ambulance bay. It's Jake. And Leah. "Jake." His voice loud. Sharp. He's quick to be by Jake's side. 

"Robby! Leah got shot. It's really bad-" His voice cuts off with a sob. "I've been putting pressure on it the whole time. She was talking just a minute ago-"

"That's good." He nods. Robby and a few other doctors help them out and into the ER. He tries to ask Jake if he'd seen his girl but then he's swept up in trying to save Leah and make sure Jake gets checked out. 

It's Jack Abbott that's out in the ambulance bay waiting for more people when he spots a woman walking-- limping--  with her hand pressed tightly to her shirt. Maybe if she wasn't covered in blood maybe he would have recognized who it was sooner. "You shot?" He rushes up. She walking so that's a good sign for now. Yellow bracelet. 

The woman nods. Jack gently removes her hand, it's just barely grazed though will need stitches. "Come on. I got you. You're safe." 

Robby is too busy giving CPR to Leah he doesn’t see the love of his life covered in her own blood walking right past him. Though she seems to out of it to notice he's right there either. 

Jack helps her into a chair. "I- Is Mic- Dr. R-Robby here?" He looks up at Jack. And that's when he recognizes her. His eyes widen. 

"I'll get him as soon as I'm done." Jack nods once. 

The only reply he gets is a distant look over his shoulder. 

"You're safe now." His words firm. He knows she probably can't even hear him but he knows this kind of trauma. 

"I saw him." Her voice haunting. Something he'll never forget. "He was as close as you are to me. His gun-" She chokes on her words. Jack finishes her stitches quickly. "I saw so many people-" Tears mixing with the blood on her face. 

Jack is not equipped for the emotional kind of procedures he knows only Robby can provide for her. A gentle hand on her shoulder and a sad smile before he's rushing out of the room.

Dana giving him a look, begging for his help. Leah's gone… 

"Ten other patients will die if you put all of your energy into saving this girl-" Giving his colleague and old friend the morbid speech that finally gets him to stop. "Trauma 2." His voice right in Robby's ear, cutting off the guilt filling his body. "She's okay?" 

"Define okay?" Jack tilts his head. "Just a graze to the shoulder. Already stitched up." 

"I'll talk to Jake." Dana supplies for him. 

That's all Robby needs before he's running down the hall. Shucking his PPE and gloves off. 

There's mascara running down her cheeks. The light blue glitter he'd watched her meticulously spread across her eyelids mixed with the blood all over. Her blood. 

She's sobbing as soon as she sees him. Her face tightly against his chest as the relief floods the room. She's alive. Robby tilts her face up towards him. Carefully rubbing the tears, makeup, and blood across her face. "I love you." He whispers. "I'm so sorry." 

Which only brings more tears down her face. "I was so scared." She whimpers. "He- he was right in front of me." She shakes her head. "His gun it-" Robby tugs her face back to his chest. His hug fierce. 

"Let me clean you up?" He gets a nod in response. 

Despite the chaos and more victims along with the residents and med students that need his help he needs this moment with her. A washcloth is wiped carefully across her cheeks. Revealing the bare pretty face he knows. The one that shouldn't be covered in blood. 

"Is Jake okay?" Even in her worst state she always caring about everyone else first. A kiss is pressed to her forehead. "Yeah, baby, he's okay." 

"And the girl?" A shake of his head and the sad look on his face quiets her. 

"When everything happened I- I tried to find him but I-" Robby shakes his head. "In that situation you do what you have to and you survived. That's all that matters." 

She nods. Sniffling.

"I've still gotta help-" As much as it pains him to leave her alone now he has to finish his job. "I understand," waving him off and he'll never understand what he did to deserve her. "Go up to the family room. I'll come find you after."

"Could I borrow your phone? So I can call my mom?" She asks before he leaves. 

He nods, pulling it out. "Not sure if it'll have much service but you can try. You may have better luck with the landline." He frowns. Wishing there was more he could do.

His hands are back on her face. Gently holding around the back of her neck. Pushing her hair back. "I love you." Because Robby just has to say it again. 

"I love you." The whispered response comes. 

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Hey! It seemed like a lot of people liked the last story I wrote for Robby on here so I pumped out another. This is also unedited...

And like my last work I used she/ her pronouns and 3rd person pov but I used no names and less physical descriptions so you could imagine yourself if you wanted to.

I do have another work nearly finished that is much lighter than these last two that I can post soon as well. Hope you enjoy!

[cheapshrimpysheep]

I read the rules and I hope I'm not doing something against them! I have a cute request... Headconan with the Pomefiore trio (Vil, Rook, Epel Separately) and a female reader who was tasked with taking care of a newborn for a day (I didn't think whose child is this honestly lol I just liked the idea.) and she ask them to help her :3

COMMENTS: I liked the idea! The only problem is that I have 0 experience with children, let alone babies. 😅 So I asked a friend of mine who has taken care of newborns to help me, and she did such a good job that I ended up writing more than I expected. 💜

I hope you and all enjoy it 👶

CHARACTERS: Pomefiore (Vil Schoenheit / Epel Felmier / Rook Hunt)

TAGS: Fluff; Fem Reader; Headcanons; Flirting

WORD COUNT: An average of 680 words per character.

CONTEXT: You hear someone knocking on the door of Ramshackle Dorm and when you open it you find Professor Trein holding in his arms, not Lucius, but a baby.

He explains to you that one of his daughters showed up to visit him and the island, but she needed to do something and asked Professor Trein to take care of his grandson for a while. But Professor Trein still has work to do and can't take care of the baby at the same time, so he asks you to take care of him for a day until his daughter comes back.

He also tells you that if you need help, ask Pomefiore's students as they are some of the ones he trusts most.

“Me? Help take care of a baby? I have never done such a thing. Why would you ask me for help? I'm sure someone with younger siblings would be more qualified for-” Vil is interrupted by the baby who started crying in your arms. He sighs. “Sorry, I shouldn't have spoken that way. May I?”

Vil stretches his arms to ask you to hand him the baby. Despite saying he had no experience with children, he picks up the baby with incredible delicacy.

“You're right, you're right. I shouldn't speak so harshly in front of you.” He says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard from him, as he rocks a little and smiles at the baby. The baby starts to calm down and looks at Vil's face in amazement.

“Someone has good taste.” He chuckles, then looks at you. “Very well, I'll help you. But only because this is Professor Trein's grandson. However, I'm also curious to see how you do on this task.”

Whenever the baby starts crying for some reason, Vil is always very calm about it. No matter how many failed attempts to understand what the baby needs, he will never show any kind of frustration. At least not near the baby.

If the baby is crying because he has a dirty diaper: The first time this happens, Vil will ask you to change it so he can see how it's done. And if it happens again he will offer to do it that time. The two of you will take turns whenever this happens afterwards.

If the baby is crying because he is hungry and needs a bottle, Vil will offer to prepare the milk in the healthiest way for a baby. But he will ask you to be the one to feed the baby.

While you give the baby a bottle, Vil will watch you. Not to check if you are doing it correctly, but to enjoy the sight of you doing it. You can't read minds, so he can imagine that this is your beautiful baby as much as he wants. If you look at him, he will simply smile at you.

If the baby is crying because he is sleepy and Vil offers to try to rock him, you will see him standing and rocking gently while singing a lullaby with his beautiful voice. He will look at you at some point and smirk at your admiring gaze. “You and this baby are lucky.” He will whisper after the baby falls asleep. “I have never sung exclusively for anyone.”

If you rock the baby and sing him a lullaby, Vil will look at you with admiration and affection. And if, by chance, you are singing a song that he knows, he will join you and the two of you will sing together. He will even get closer to you and in the end you will see the baby sleeping in your arms and between the two of you. Vil will smile smugly and whisper to you: “Be careful if you brag about this to anyone. There are people who would kill to be in your place.”

While the baby is sleeping, the two of you will try to entertain yourself in quiet ways. Vil will continue with his usual routines if he can and make you join him. Any beauty treatments he does like skin care, he will do them to you too.

If the baby is crying because he is simply in need of some affection, you will probably be the person in charge of that. Vil will see you talking to the baby, hugging him and giving him little kisses on the cheek, maybe even talking to him in that baby voice.

Vil will start to daydream about you, imagining you taking care of his and your child. And he will smile thinking about it. Entertaining the baby will be your job. Let's face it, you're probably more fun than Vil in this regard.

If you are in a flirting phase with each other, he will approach you, hug you from behind while you hold the baby in your arms and whisper in your ear: “You would be a wonderful mother. And I know that our children would be the fairest of all.”

“You're in luck. I already had to take care of my cousin a few times when he was a newborn, so I have some type of experience at least.” Epel tells you half confident, half fearful.

Even though he wants to convey confidence, you can see that he holds the baby tensely, as if he were holding a very expensive piece of glass and was afraid of breaking it.

When the baby starts crying he immediately gets worried because there are a multitude of reasons why the baby could be crying and you both just have to guess what it is.

He will always interact with the baby with a smile, but the more failed attempts to understand what the baby needs, the more frustrated he will become and it will reach a point where he will grab you by the arm and say in despair: "WHAT DOES HE WANT?!"

If the baby is crying because he has a dirty diaper, Epel will say: "Oh, I've already changed my cousin's diapers a few times, I can take care of that."

If the baby is crying because he is hungry and needs a bottle, Epel will help you prepare the milk for the bottle.

If Epel is the one giving the baby a bottle, you will see him sitting on the sofa focusing on the baby in his arm and on the bottle. At first his expression is almost serious, but as soon as he becomes more comfortable you see him smiling at the baby. “Wow, for someone so little you have a big appetite, don't you? Heh heh.”

If you are the one giving the baby the bottle, Epel will look at you while you are distracted with the baby. If you look at him, he will look away and you will see him blushing slightly because of the things he was thinking.

If the baby is crying because he is sleepy and Epel offers to try to rock him, you will see him standing and rocking gently while singing a lullaby from his homeland with that dialect that you only understand half the words. And you will hear him sing with that sweet voice he has.

If you rock the baby and sing him a lullaby, Epel will look at you with admiration and affection. And if, by chance, you are singing a song that he knows, he will join you and the two of you will sing together. He will even get closer to you and in the end you will see the baby sleeping in your arms and between the two of you. Epel will blush and turn away.

While the baby is sleeping, the two of you will try to entertain yourself in quiet ways. Good chance he'll start carving some apples for you.

If the baby is crying because he is simply in need of some affection, you will probably be the person in charge of that. Epel will see you talking to the baby, hugging him and giving him little kisses on the cheek, maybe even talking to him in that baby voice.

Epel will start to daydream about you, but he won't even dream of telling you anything about it. Eventually, he may join you in making the baby happy.

“You are asking me for help with taking care of a baby? BEAUTÉ! Oh, what a wonderful experience to go through with you of all people! ... If I have any experience with babies? Absolutely none! Isn't that exciting?” He says with an enthusiastic smile and not at all worried, unlike you.

The first time he asks to hold the baby, you may even be reluctant to let him do it. “Protective already?” He smiles at you in admiration. “Indeed, there is no more beautiful and inspiring power in nature than the fierce protection of a mother. Or of any woman over a child. I am so extremely lucky to be able to see this side of you.”

But if you eventually let him hold the baby, you will see him take great care when holding him. And looking at the baby with an extremely affectionate look. “To think that we all started out in this world so fragile. La beauté de la nature.”

When the baby starts crying he will be...excited about it? He genuinely enjoys having to figure out what the baby needs and failing in his attempts. “Oh, we haven't figured it out yet? What could it be?” He says smiling.

If the baby is crying because he has a dirty diaper: The first time this happens, Rook will ask you to change it so he can see how it's done. He can learn and appreciate you at the same time. And if it happens again he will gladly offer to do it that time. The two of you will take turns whenever this happens afterwards.

If the baby is crying because he is hungry and needs a bottle, Rook will help you prepare the milk for the bottle.

Just like with diapers, the first time this happens Rook will ask you to be the one to give the bottle to the baby so he can see how it’s done. However, he learns quickly in the first few seconds. The rest of the time he will simply enjoy the sight of you doing it. And if you look at him, he won't look away, you'll see him looking at you with an extremely admiring and affectionate look, and smiling at you with a slight blush on his face.

After that, if it happens again, Rook will gladly offer to be the one to give the baby the bottle this time. You will see him sitting on the sofa, smiling while focus on the baby in his arm, at least in the beginning. As he begins to feel more comfortable, you will see his shoulders relax. If he looks at you and sees you looking at him with a certain kind of affection, he will smile broadly.

If the baby is crying because he is sleepy,  Rook will immediately offer to sing a lullaby to him. But he will teach it to you first in case you don't know, so you can sing it together. Rook will ask you to be the one holding the baby. You can see that he feels more protected and relaxed with you (I wonder why). As you sing, Rook will focus on you while you focus on the baby.

While the baby is sleeping, Rook's attention will remain focused on you. He will join you for any activity you want to do to entertain yourself.

If the baby is crying because he is simply in need of some affection, Rook will try to fulfill this role, but even for a baby his love seems to be too much, and the baby starts to struggle in his arms because he wants you to be the one to give him affection. Rook will be a little sad that he was rejected so brutally honestly, but will be very happy to see you making the baby happy. However, he will continue to help in any way he can.

Rook will see you talking to the baby, hugging him and giving him little kisses on the cheek, maybe even talking to him in that baby voice. And he will start to daydream about you. “You truly are a source of light and comfort. It's impossible not to be captivated by you and this baby is proof of that.”

If you are in a flirting phase with each other, he will go deeper with his praises. “Any child of yours will be deeply fortunate to have you as a mother.” He will come closer to you and whisper to you. “And I wonder if I would have such a privilege to be by your side to raise them. Maybe even help you make them. And see how wonderful it would be to see the two of us together as one... or more.”

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[gotta-winwin]

2019 debut year <> you do too much

word count: 3.7k TW: body image, overworking, swearing, angst italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin

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Cyana never meant for it to get this far.

It had started off pretty mild, she'd wake up earlier than usual, take a morning run to the company and get a head start on practice. She'd stay later than the others too, insisting they go home without her and that she'd join them a bit later. Just one more time, she'd say, as she cued up the song once again. Just one more time, she'd say again after that, and by then it would already be close to midnight.

She stared at herself in the mirror, shaking with frustration and fatigue. Her chest heaved harshly as she tried desperately to calm her breath.

Hoshi shot her a worried glance. "Nana, take a break."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Practice is done anyways. The car's ready, pack up." He grabbed her hand to drag her towards their things.

Cyana shook her hand out from his grasp, shooting him a tired smile. "You can go first, Soonie. I'll stay a little bit longer. I want to try Getting Closer again."

Hoshi frowned at her words. "We've already stayed late, nana-yah. Everyone's already left. And you've been staying late for the past two weeks. Let's take a break, okay?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "It's fine, really."

He looked at her apprehensively, not quite believing her. Sighing, he reluctantly agreed, knowing there was no stopping her. "Please be home by at least two am."

She nodded absentmindedly, already turning back around to cue up the track. She made sure Hoshi really had left before continuing, concentrating on perfecting her angles and facial expression. She had failed the company test - when the higher-ups came and decided she wasn't good enough - her ego burned from the hit and she vowed to work even harder. The members had told her she was already amazing, but she couldn't believe them if the company officials didn't think so.

She hadn't told any of the boys she hadn't been returning home. Most of her essentials were stored safely in one of the drawers in their practice room - saving her both the time and energy it took to return home. This way she could wash up and change before immediately getting back to practice.

"Oh, Jeonghan oppa." She answered when he called her phone.

"Nana, where are you?" His voice sounded muffled and tired. "Hoshi texted and said you're still at the company."

She checked the time. 3:26 AM. "Oh. I decided to crash at Mingyu's place." She lied, wincing. She hated lying to him whenever he called to check in. It was pure luck that no one really ever confirmed with Mingyu that she had actually been staying over. "I'm about to go to sleep. You should too, oppa."

She heard Jeonghan sigh in relief. "Okay, good. Goodnight, Nana." He hung up, probably way too tired.

Placing her phone back down on the floor, she glanced once again at the time. It was late. Her body was sore and she was starting to feel a little dizzy. Dragging her feet towards the connected washroom, she was glad they'd installed showers. Cleaning herself up and changing, she returned back to the practice room and crashed on the couch. Just a couple hours, she thought to herself.

"Cyana."

She opened her eyes, squinting at the brightness and letting out a groan. "What time is it?"

A very confused Dino stared back at her. "7 AM." He helped her to sit up, frowning when he saw her wince. "Why are you sleeping here?"

Her eyes widened when she remembered where she was. She inwardly kicked herself for oversleeping. Usually she was able to wake up, get ready and change before everyone else began arriving. They always just assumed she had been the first to arrive. "I-" Feeling rather caught, Cyana could only stare up at Dino wordlessly.

He seemed to catch on rather quickly. "Cyana." He looked at her, disappointment written plainly across his face. "Have you been living here?"

"No!" She protested, knowing he'd 100% tell Jeonghan if she admitted to it and Jeonghan would 100% kill her. "I was just practicing last night and fell asleep, that's all."

He gave her a weird look. "Alright, just-" He sighed. "You really don't need to be pushing yourself so hard. You're already ready."

Cyana gave him a hard stare. Perhaps it was the pain or the lack of sleep, but her nerves were wearing thin. She pushed herself off the couch, walking to the washroom. Splashing water on her face, she attempted to wake herself up.

"Please don't tell the others." She begged Dino once she returned. "Please please please." He looked unconvinced. "Please." She said again. "They'll kill me and you know it."

He sighed. "Fine." He pointed a finger at her, his poor attempt at being stern. "But you've got to promise me it's the last time."

"Got it." She promised, although she knew she'd probably end up breaking it. "Thanks, Chan."

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms gently around her waist, frowning when he felt how skinny she had gotten. He was about to comment on it when the practice doors opened and a hoard of members rushed in, all still slightly half-asleep.

"Aigoo~" Seungkwan cooed at the position they'd caught them in. "Our maknaes are so cute."

Dino flushed, trying to pull away but pausing when he realized Cyana was leaning on him, her eyes closed.

"Is she okay?" Jun mumbled, sipping on his ice coffee and glancing at the girl.

"Hm?" Cyana opened an eye, jumping a bit at the sudden appearance of so many people. "Oh! You're all here."

"Yup." Vernon walked over, ruffling her hair. "You ready?"

She sighed, reluctantly detaching herself from Dino, shivering at the loss of his body heat. "I guess."

Jeonghan had thought something was off from the way Cyana sounded over the phone. She sounded sick and incredibly out of it, her words slurring slightly as she spoke to him. He would've pressed the girl for more answers, but Hoshi's text had woken him up mid-sleep and he was aching to the state of passing out.

Even as they started practice, Jeonghan's mind drifted from the choreo over to Cyana. His mental list of things wrong with her had been gradually growing over the week and he was getting concerned.

Jeonghan's mental list with things that are wrong about Cyana:

She's been saying over at Mingyu's a suspicious amount. Sure, he could understand, the Minwon residence was easily the quietest out of the bunch, and Mingyu was Cyana's closest friend. He figured Wonwoo was in his room most times anyways.

The amount of canceled plans the boys have been complaining about to him was increasing. It felt like every couple days, at least one member would approach him requesting a therapy session, where they just complained about how Cyana was ditching them for their usual hangouts.

He rarely ever saw the girl anywhere but the company. Under any other circumstance it would've been normal, but Cyana had expressed before she hated the feeling of captivity the company gave her.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her eat something.

He could've continued listing reasons in his head, had it not been for the loud thud and a piercing screech that followed it. He froze mid dance move and spun towards the noise.

Cyana was on the floor, Woozi a mere step away from her as he crouched down to examine her. DK was apologizing for the loud scream, although he continued to panic loudly.

"I think she fainted." Woozi concluded, voice calm. His furrowed eyebrows were the only sign he was worried.

"Fainted?" DK gasped out loud.

Mingyu reached down and scooped the girl into his arms, depositing her on the couch. "Yeah, she's out."

"Is she injured?" Seungcheol asked, hovering over her as Mingyu checked. He sighed with relief when Mingyu shook his head. "It was a loud thud."

Jeonghan let out a groan of both realization and disappointment.

"What." Seungcheol whipped his head around at the sound of Jeonghan's groan. "Do you know something?" He pointed at Cyana, who was still laying limply on the couch, head supported by Mingyu's large hand. "Why is she like this?"

Jeonghan raised his hands in defence. "I only suspected. I mean- I thought it was weird she was sleeping over at Mingyu and Wonwoo's so often recently but-"

"What?" Wonwoo cut him off. "She hasn't been over since-" He flushed at the memory. "Since she hurt her ankle."

And all at once, the pieces seemed to fall into place in Jeonghan's mind.

"She's been living here, hasn't she." Dino beat him to the punch, stating what he had just realized. "I found her here asleep when I came in this morning."

They all turned to Seungcheol, who seemed to be at a loss for words, staring at Cyana.

Cyana awoke just in time to see Seungcheol leave, the practice room door swinging shut behind him. She struggled to get up, as strong hands grabbed her and situated her to lean back. A bottle of water was shoved wordlessly into her hands by Vernon, already opened.

"You scared us." Mingyu muttered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She was vaguely aware of the other boys standing around her. Her ears still rang but she could faintly hear Woozi talking to Jun.

"I swear I tried to catch her. I didn't let her drop on purpose." He was defending himself to a wary Jun. "I'm not that mean."

She would have smiled at how defensive he sounded had it not been for the glowering face of Jeonghan, who was staring holes into her skull.

"Everyone out, please." Jeonghan signalled the others to give them the room. He sat down next to Cyana, letting out a loud sigh once everyone had left.

She knew she was in for it now.

"You wanna tell me what's been going on?" He said quietly, rubbing the seam of her sleeve between his thumb and index finger. "No lies this time."

She felt a lump form in her throat. "Jeonghan-"

"I'm not mad, Cyana." He looked at her sadly. "I just want to know why you haven't been taking care of yourself."

On any other occasion, she would have argued that he was mad. He hadn't used 'Nana' when saying her name.

"You haven't been staying at Mingyu's, I know that for a fact. And you've been canceling plans with the members. You also haven't been eating well. Jun says you rarely take the breakfast he sets aside for you." He continued, frowning when he saw her eyes well up with tears.

"I'm sorry." It was all she could muster.

"I don't care that you lied, Cyana." Jeonghan wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Just tell me why. Are we doing something wrong?"

She shook her head frantically. "No." God no.

"Then why?"

She finally looked up from her lap to see him, feeling an ache in her chest when she saw how desperate his expression was.

"The company officials-" She paused, and Jeonghan nodded for her to go on. "they said I wasn't good enough. Not quite good enough to debut with seventeen. They said they had a lot bet on me but I was disappointing them."

She got worried when he stayed silent. "Oppa?" She whispered, reaching out tentatively to shake him.

He laced his hand in hers before she could reach him. "I'm sorry they said all that." He turned to look at her, a serious expression taking over his face. "But you know they're wrong, and even if you think they're right, you shouldn't have risked your own health like that."

Cyana nodded. "I know. I just-" She tried to find the words to explain. "I just wanted to debut so badly. I wanted to look good onstage next to all of you." It was a lame explanation but it was the best she could give.

"I know." Jeonghan nodded. "And you will." He pointed at the large mirrors on the wall in front of where they sat. "I watch you dance with us everyday through those mirrors. And you look beautiful. Full of talent and raw power."

She let out a shaky breath.

"Is that why you haven't been eating your meals?" He asked, looking back at her. "Did they say something about that too?"

She nodded. It was perhaps the comment that had hurt her the most. "They said I looked too heavy. That I was supposed to be a girl member. Not a boy."

Jeonghan let out a huff. "Who the fuck-" He muttered, almost to himself. "Give me the names of the people, I'll talk to them."

Cyana smiled despite the heavy setting. "They're higher-ups, Hannie. You can't do anything."

"Psh." Jeonghan waved away her concern. "Still. I'll write their names down and get rid of them once we're big enough."

She supposed she admired his optimism. "Okay." She relented. "I'll find their names and text them to you."

Jeonghan leaned his head on the crook of her shoulder, slouching a bit to reach it. "You know we love you, right?"

She didn't say anything.

"You don't have to believe it now." He said softly. "I know you're a bit weird about stuff like that." He squeezed her hand firmly. "Just need you to hear it."

She nodded. "Okay."

They sat in silence for awhile, and Cyana's ears stopped ringing. "Where did Seungcheol-oppa go?" She whispered, curious but not wanting to ruin the peacefulness of the moment.

Jeonghan cracked an eye open from his spot on her shoulder. "He's dealing with it his own way."

"Dealing with what?"

He sat up straight to look at her. "You fainting. He's our leader, he's going to feel the responsibility."

She frowned. "It's not his fault though."

Jeonghan shrugged. "It's just how he works. He's going to blame himself for not noticing it all sooner either way. Even if it's not his fault."

She stood up, swaying a bit before steadying herself. "I'm gonna go look for him, is that okay?"

She could swear Jeonghan was smirking a little. "I think he'd like that."

She found him in one of the empty studios. Seungcheol was sitting on one of the chairs when she walked in, head in his hands. He got up quickly once he heard the sound of her footsteps.

"Cyana." He breathed out, thankful she was okay. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." She whispered, sitting down and motioning gently for him to join her. She watched him hesitate before he sat down next to her.

"You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard." Seungcheol scolded her.

"I know."

"And you should've told someone you weren't going back to the dorm. You should've let me know how much you were struggling."

"I know."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Tell me what happened. Everything leading up to today. I assume this has been going on for awhile."

She could tell from his face he meant business, so she told him without a fight. She recited everything - the skipped meals, the ditching hangouts, the sleeping in the practice room, the toothbrush and skincare hidden in the drawers - all of it. She saw his face twist in pain when she got to the part about the company officials.

"You should've told me." He whispered, once she was all done.

"I thought perhaps you didn't want to know." She admitted.

He looked astonished she would even say such a thing. His mouth opened and closed again as he reconsidered his choice of words. "I'm your leader, Cyana. I care about this team."

"And I'm doing my job." She said, not getting what he meant. Wasn't SEVENTEEN doing quite well? And the team would do even better if she was perfect for the comeback.

Seungcheol didn't know if he wanted to strangle her and cry. "Let me reiterate." He looked at her. "I care about you, Cyana. Not the comeback."

She blinked. "Oh."

He felt more like crying, Seungcheol decided. She looked so fragile and confused at the mere thought of him even caring about her. A burning sense of rage fuelled through him. Who on earth had taught her to be so skeptical of care and love?

Cyana panicked when she saw the tears in Seungcheol's eyes. "Please don't cry." She whispered frantically, not knowing what would happen to her if she saw the dependable and strong Seungcheol break down.

"Our maknae~" Seungcheol whispered back, reaching over to brush his hand against her cheek. "Maybe I didn't do well enough, to show you you belong here. I tried being a strong leader, guiding everyone through the comeback, letting you adjust to how busy life in SEVENTEEN can be. But maybe you needed more of a gentle touch? Something more personal?" At this point he seemed to be talking to himself. "I know I didn't really take the time to connect with you on a deeper level like the others did. I was so focused on guiding you through work. I must've done something wrong, if you felt like you needed to hide this much from me. Push yourself this far."

Cyana's lips trembled as she desperately held back tears. "It's not your fault."

"It is." Seungcheol corrected her quietly. "I always strived to be a leader you could tell anything to." He paused, looking at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry you felt the need to break yourself so much to make this comeback happen. I'm sorry the company said such harsh things. I should've noticed."

Cyana felt the sudden strong urge to give him a hug. It confused her. She only ever felt comfortable enough to initiate any sort of contact with Jeonghan, Dino, Joshua or Mingyu. Yet, when Seungcheol finished his speech and looked at Cyana with those sad, wide eyes, she decided perhaps she could make an exception. She leaned slightly in his side, stiffing slightly when his arms wrapped around her frame.

"It's not your fault." She managed to say again, telling herself to relax into his hold.

"I know it's not logical."

Cyana let out a breathy laugh. "I am sorry I lied to Jeonghan."

"I know." Seungcheol pulled her a little closer. "Please don't ever do this again. All of it. You're much more important than a silly comeback."

She nodded. "I won't."

"I'll talk with the company about the whole test thing. They shouldn't have done that, or said those things. And you need to start eating." Now that he was hugging her, he could feel just how malnourished she was. He felt as if he could accidentally snap her just by moving the wrong way. "I'll talk to the stylists too. Everyone needs a good reminder that you're part of SEVENTEEN forever."

Cyana's face flushed. "I'm sorry." She mumbled again, feeling bad for making him so worried. "I didn't know it'd hurt you so much."

Seungcheol let her go, giving her a sad look. "I hated seeing you like that. You were so pale and fragile."

She didn't know what to do with the amount of loving words she was receiving today. She looked away awkwardly. "I'll be more careful now, I promise."

She could hear the smile that overtook his face despite not looking at him. "Good." He said. "Start getting it into your head that you're important."

Both Jeonghan and Seungcheol monitored her as she cleared out her drawer and any other sign that she had been living in the practice room. She promised them both that she'd return everything back home and that she'd keep them there.

"You scared me." DK whined. "I thought you'd died."

Cyana was grateful at how lighthearted the atmosphere was once her and Seungcheol had returned to the practice room. Everyone was still obviously worried, but they seemed to have all decided not to sour the mood further. Everyone had noticed the watery eyes from both Cyana and Seungcheol as they returned but pretended not to.

"I'm sorry~" Cyana smiled at DK's dramatics.

"Ah, hyung- it was your scream that scared me the most." Dino butted in, cackling at the memory. "I was mid move and I heard a blood-curdling cry. I thought I was in a horror movie."

The others laughed along, each of them relating to the younger boy.

Joshua sidled up to Cyana amidst the chaos Dino's remark had brought, holding her waist to support her as his eyes roamed her face for any sign of lingering fatigue. "You sure you're alright?"

Cyana nodded, grateful for the warmth radiating from his body. "Yeah. Sorry."

He shook his head. "No more apologizing. Just join Hoshi, Seungkwan, Myungho and I for dinner later today, okay? We're going to check out this new restaurant Hoshi found online."

"Okay."

From the other side of the room, Seungcheol clapped for everyone's attention. "Okay! We're resuming practice!" He looked at Cyana. "You're going home." He pointed at her. "Don't argue with me."

"What?" She protested. She was feeling fine. "I'm fine!" She insisted.

Her remark was met by a roomful of protests, even Woozi and Wonwoo joined in as everyone told her to get the fuck home.

"No really!" She protested again once the noise died down. "Please, Coups-oppa. I won't push myself too hard, promise."

She watched him think it over. She could practically see it as he fought himself. "Fine." He finally relented. "But-"

She paused her celebration.

"You're sitting out for practice. You can watch and take notes, but no dancing."

She sighed, but she knew it was the best she was getting out of him. "Fine."

As she sat on the couch, notebook in hand as she took notes on the performance, she couldn't help but glance towards their leader. He was working hard, giving 120% like he did with everything he put his mind to. She felt a glow of gratitude towards him. For a second, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps she did belong here, with these people. And perhaps him and Jeonghan were right - those people had just been mean and she was already good the way she was.

author's note: wahhhh thank you so much for reading! this one was quite a ride - writing about scoups as the leader always sends tears to my eyes, we truly don't deserve him. next fic is cyana's debut fic (finally!)

[huntingcupid]

THE MAN WHO CAN'T BE MOVED — S.L

cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be thinkin' maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet and you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

⌗ SOPHIA — fem!reader, angst, friends to lovers to strangers, swearing, homophobia, sophia is kinda mean here, break up, crying, CHEATING, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — sophia always told you she was confused with her sexuality, how she wanted to know if she liked men or women or maybe even both — yet what she didn't tell you was how you were her experiment

⌗ CUPID — hey, third angst on a row so please don't kill me i js like writing angst :-(

you never really knew how it started yet it went something like this

sophia and you were best of friends, ever since you knew — sleepovers here and hangout there, name an activity you two have done it — sophia was a silly and smart girl one thing you adored about her

“here you can have pink, I'll have purple!” you excitedly hand a matching bracelet to the filipina who accepted it happily hugging you tightly, unknowingly you felt butterflies in your stomach, you always did — whenever she hugs you, compliments or just be close with you, you felt a whole zoo in your tummy

you wanted to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist, at least you tried, the whole of highschool you pretended to have boy crushes as you really had your eyes set on her, sophia would often ramble to you about a boy she liked and you acted like you cared and you did just not in the way a friend should

“sometimes i just wanna be your girlfriend, how i wish you were a boy y/n” sophia murmurs sighing defeatedly as she lays in the grassy land — “really?, i mean sometimes i wish I'm a boy too” you replied softly gazing across seeing the sun set, painting the skies a orange and pink hue

“y/n, do you ever think you like girls? — i mean sometimes i do, i just wanna know if it's real or just a stupid thought” sophia asks sitting up and looking at you, her eyes seemed to spark with curiosity, “i do think that, yet sometimes it's confusing” you replied averting her gaze, “who do you think you like right now” you follow

for moment she was silent before speaking again, “y/n, i think i like you” sophia murmurs, her hands now on top of yours — you wanted to jump up and down from joy and excitement — “are you sure?” you ask looking into her adoring gaze, “i am, do you like me?” sophia follows tilting her head to the side

a warm breeze of air passes by and you form your words quietly and wisely, “fuck liking you, i love you” you giggle, the girl smiles so widely it felt like she was the happiest girl in the world — “awh” she pouts and hugs you tightly

the first week of you two dating, you took her out to the aquarium, checking out aquatic animals that sophia always talked about, she looked so precious taking pictures of the fishes — “let's take a picture?” she asks, you nod going next to her and smiling for the picture, “you better use this as your wallpaper” she says sending the picture to you, “yes ma'am” you replied, quickly following her orders and showing it to her, “better” she smiles proudly before walking hand in hand with you as she points to various tanks with different aquatic animals

after the date sophia invites you to dinner with her family, nothing out of the normal, sophia's mom was like your mom too — “anak!, tara kain na! (children!, come eat!)” carla calls out seeing you two arrive — “hi tita! (auntie)”, you replied waving, taking a seat next to sophia, “we were at the aquarium, it was so fun, ma” sophia says, taking a bite of her food — you take a bite, enjoying the evening, when sophia's mom suddenly jokes

“parang magjowa na nga kayong dalawa soph (it seems like you two are in a relationship)” carla laughs, sophia giggles yet her eyes met yours for a split second, “kapatid ko yan si y/n ma! (y/n is like my sibling mom!)” sophia replies, for a moment you were hurt yet you knew sophia wanted to tell her parents later since you two had just started dating

yet even as you two became official sophia still denied your relationship to her parents, always saying she's not ready — it felt bad since you always told her you wanted to tell her parents even family

“y/n stop rushing me, i just don't want them to think anything badly about me” sophia grits her teeth, as you two sat in her bedroom — “badly?, are you saying I'm a bad person to be with?” you scoff, feeling somewhat degraded by her words, sophia slaps you across your face, it burned so badly that you couldn't help but tear up, you cup your cheeks feeling the warmth

“gosh, you're so fucking pushy y/n — let me breathe!” sophia screams, massaging her temple — she grabs her things and went out, “don't follow me, I'm gonna clear my mind” sophia murmurs before slamming the door

left there with your thoughts you never felt this hurt, you wipe away your tears taking a shower and clearing your mind for a while, after so you lay in her bed watching some netflix from her ipad

till you saw some notifications pop up — “james chatted you!”, sophia always told you not to snoop with her things, yet something told you to open it — which you did

[my j] “soph, where are you?”

[sophia] “on my way love, I'm js driving rn..:)

[my j] “stay safe my love!”

[sophia] yes babe — ill be there in 10 minutes

[my j] “is y/n with u?”

[sophia] “what? fuck no — its our date why would i bring her”

[my j] “idk yall seem close”

[sophia] “I'm just tolerating her lol”

your heart sank, seeing message after message of the girl you call the love of your life degrading and berating you — what's worse? she's dating someone while you two are together

you couldn't help but just cry, sob your eyes out seeing how much sophia actually hid from you — you pull out your phone taking pictures of the messages to confront the filipina later

the clock strikes 2:00 am — that's when you heard faint rustling and the front door opening, she was home, “babe? — i got you something” sophia excitedly says entering the bedroom only to be met with your red puffy eyes and tear streaked face, “babe?, you okay?” sophia quickly says running to your side

as she tries to lay her hand on yours, you flick it away earning you a confused look, “if it's about earlier, I'm sorry-” you cut her off showing your phone and the pictures of her and james messages, “why? — you're just tolerating me right?, why are you saying sorry then?” you mutter, choked sobs coming out too

“it's not what it looks like y/n, that's just my, my friend!, nothing more, please baby understand me” sophia sputters excuse after excuse, placing kisses on your cheeks and rubbing your arms

she looked like a defeated puppy, her eyes wide with horror at what you found — “baby don't you love me?” sophia says, grasping your cheeks to make you look at her as tears start to flow to her eyes too

“i love you, soph — i love you so much..” you mutter back to her, “then let's move past this — okay?, ill forget that you snooped through my things and you forget that you ever saw that” sophia explains in that sweet motherly voice coaxing you to agree

and as stupid as it sounded you agreed, feeling special for once, “okay soph, please forgive me, i didn't mean to look through it” you mutter hugging her tightly as you bury your head in her chest, “i forgive you baby, just don't do it ever again” sophia tsks

after that instance sophia changed all her passwords and kept her things farther away from you, she always kept an eye at you and never told you about james ever again — for a while it felt peaceful, even happy, sophia will always come home with flowers and chocolates for you, yet she still hid it from her parents

it all came crashing down when she invites james to a birthday dinner, sitting next to him even clinging to him through out the night — “anak, sino yan boyfriend mo? (daughter who is that, is that your boyfriend?)” carla asks sophia, instead of denying she nods happily hugging his arms tighter

you stood there, like a stranger towards her — you two made eye contact only for sophia to look away abruptly, that night you stayed outside by the grill with sophia's dad — “uwi na po ako tito (I'll go home now uncle)” you say, sophia's dad only nods waving you off

you walk to sophia's room getting your things and to her bathroom, you stared at yourself, you wore your favorite dress and did your hair extra, even took your time with make up — it felt so annoying and upsetting, there you stood in front of the mirror, wondering if you were ever worth to love, a minute passes and you went out the front door seeing sophia flaunt her awesome boyfriend in front of the family

sophia sees you leaving with your bags and waiting for your uber — she runs up to you quickly excusing her self — “y/n it's just for tonight i swear” she murmurs pleading with you, “i know, i just want to go home” you replied, she nods and waves you off

that night in your bedroom you sobbed for hours on end, feeling your world crumble around you, you wanted to just jump off a cliff and forget that you ever liked her — pretend that everything is fine for once, “how can i love you” you mutter holding a picture of sophia as you felt new tears cover your face

it was raining heavily at this point, thunder striking every now and then, the wind was strong and unforgiving — it made the trees around sway and some plants even flew

your phone dinged with a notification, a message from sophia, you look at your phone, debating whether to check or not — against your better judgment, you opened it, getting greeted with something you never expected, or maybe you did, you just chose to ignore it

[my future wife] “i don't know how to start this y/n, but i want to say I'm thankful, for you, thank you for making me realize that i never liked women, only men, I'm no longer confused and know what i have with you is a family like love, never romantic nor anything like so — I'm happy with james, y/n i never thought I'll be happy in a relationship ever since i was with you, thank you for everything”

you read the text in silence, feeling your heart slowly shatter, you read it over and over again, making sure you weren't seeing things, “family like love?” you stammer, you wanted to reply and say how you felt and beg her to stay, beg her to give you another chance, yet she had blocked your contact

“soph please don't” you sob, against the pouring rain you went to her house, soaking yourself as you stood outside her gate, “sophia!, please! baby give me a chance, i love you!” you scream, sophia came running out holding an umbrella over her head, “y/n shut up!, mom would hear you!” sophia says, she looks at your defeated form and felt guilt creep into her

“please sophia, i love you!” you sob, the thunder got stronger yet you stayed there begging sophia, “y/n, i can't please leave, move on!” sophia says frowning, you sobbed at her words your hair clung to your face due to how hard the rain was

“how can i move on, when I'm still in love with you?!” you replied, breaking down in front of her house — “I'm sorry y/n” sophia replies going into her house and closing the lights

is that it?, she's really ready to replace you? forget about everything, was it all a joke to her? — you loved sophia with you whole heart, trusted her more than anyone, yet she used you, made you her experiment

“so that's it sophia?, am i your fucking lab rat? just to experiment on?!” you scream, yet you knew she couldn't and wouldn't hear you

you walk home as the rain finally stopped leaving you with a aching heart and a bruised ego

you'd still see sophia, only she would be with james, she would always look happier and more fulfilled with him — it felt like a stab to your being, you felt worthless for the last few months of highschool

“aren't you friends with soph?” megan asks as you two study in the back of class, “we were” you replied, “what happened?” megan follows tilting her head to the side — “we outgrew each other, i'll always love her though” you smiled softly

megan hums and continues her work on her book — “you'd be an awesome girlfriend y/n, in my opinion” megan giggles looking at you with those adoring eyes

and for the first time in quite a while you felt special again, a spark of something filling your heart, “you too” you murmur back, megan blushes a bit and it doesn't go unnoticed by you

“hey, do you want to hang out after this class?” you asks the girl, “really?, sure!” megan happily replies

from across the room sophias eyes follow you two, a small smile creeping to her lips, finally seeing you find someone who would actually care about you

maybe this time you'll be loved the way you love

wc: 2.3k words

[manytoonepoet]

Whenever I listen to a song, a few lines tend to stand out to me, and Hala CG's "Gambler" was no exception, with those lines being: "But they don't see the hand clutching on for dear life. They don't see the man as he tries, and he tries to stand tall." — with those lines being a brief yet concise summarization of how we view characters and the people around us.

Example, number one example, is the man of the song himself, Aventurine. I've already talked about this in detail in this post of mine, which I made a while back, and I highly recommend checking it out if you wish to know more, but I'll summarize it here: The way the majority of people view Aventurine is simply disgusting; they only ever care about who he is gay for or what is in his pants, and while shipping and having your own interpretations about a character is absolutely alright, oversimplifying and forcing one's headcannons compromises the true essence of the character — you might as well create a new character of your own with how many changes you've made to this one as you claim that they are this or that, and more often that not, these unnecessary and unwanted changes disrespect the original intent of the source material. A lot of these people forget, or simply choose to ignore, what Aventurine has gone through and mold him to their headcannons and push those headcannons down people's throats because they despise the fact that not everyone sees Aventurine as a submissive, masochistic, gae man for Dr. Ratio and instead enjoy and learn about a character instead of focusing on who's gae for whom and who's not. They despise the fact that people see and admire Aventurine for his resilience, his perseverance, his bravery, his intelligence, his thought process, and his strategy — they acknowledge and admire all that and more, and it is such a shame that too many people don't.

But Miss Poet, I hear you say, if you've already talked about this, then why bring it back again? Can't you just let it go? It's done! Well, Rat Urine is back just in a different outfit → Phaidei.

Again, I will restate it just in case you missed it: Shipping, having headcannons, and having your own interpretations about a character is absolutely alright so long as it doesn't compromise the true essence of a character.

But me, personally, I dislike the notion of shipping in HSR mainly because I believe romance could potentially kill or somewhat lessen the impact of their main story theme of trailblazing. This group of people is made up of the lost, the broken, and the hurt, yet even as they wander amongst the stars, they're never alone because they have the people that they have formed bonds with along the way, and more people to encounter in the future. HSR's journey is that—a journey, one that is symbolic of real life, funnily enough. Because in real life, we love (or at least are supposed to). We love and we uphold hope and we create relationships with that love and hope, relationships that aren't inherently romantic. In fact, I'm quite proud of Hoyo for giving Mydei and Phainon such a deep and emotional bond because what I personally see in media usually involves strong female friendships rather than male ones, and I believe we need more of this kind of friendship and brotherhood as well.

And I believe THAT is what's heartwarming about Amphoreus' story — this group of people is brought together by loss and pain and war and death, and all of that made them appreciate the bond and camaraderie present within their little group. They understand that they will reach their doom soon, sooner than they might think, even. But even then, they still took the time to bond and grow closer to each other instead of shutting everyone out because, at the end of the day, they only have each other, don't they? They only have each other to rely on, and they're the only hope Amphoreus has left. If they crumble and fall apart, what will be of Amphoreus? They are the soldiers sent to the frontlines to protect the innocent and secure even the slightest bit of hope that there will be a future for everyone else, even if they won't be there to see it. In fact, speaking of soldiers, they often form exceptionally close bonds due to the unique and intense circumstances they share. The combination of high-stakes missions, reliance on one another for survival, and extended time together in challenging environments fosters deep trust and camaraderie. Shared experiences—like training, combat, or long deployments—create a sense of brotherhood or sisterhood that can surpass typical friendships. However, the strength of these bonds varies based on individual personalities, unit dynamics, and the intensity of shared experiences. Some soldiers may not form close friendships due to personal differences or shorter service periods, but for many, these relationships become profound and enduring.

Take this post however you want to, call me names, slurs, throw insults my way, but I simply wish to provide another perspective and to bring something new to the table because when I see Mydei and Phainon together, I don't wonder about who is top or who is bottom, I don't wonder about what positions they prefer or what places they enjoy doing it. Because when I see Phainon and Mydei, I see the bond eloquently described by the lovely people in the pictures on top, I see the bond I wish to grow and nurture with my own best friend too.

And no, I'm not criticizing anyone for liking this ship, I'm not acting nor do I see myself as someone above the rest of you, but I simply wish the fandom wasn't so quick to label them as gay or have their entire character be oversimplified as someone's gae submissive malewife or someone's dominant daddy... HSR has such an emotional and nuanced storytelling, one that talks about these kinds of relationships so well, and I just wish the fandom could appreciate it as it is, rather than twist it into something that it is not.

Because, yes, a lot of people here don't see the hand clutching on for dear life. They don't see the man as he tries, and he tries to stand tall.

[yanyannica]

kuroo tetsurou is infuriating to work with as a fellow class representative.

it's not that he's dilly-dallying with his duties, per say. it's far from that. this charming, athletic classmate of yours took you by surprise by how efficient and responsible he actually turned out to be; always there to help, whenever and wherever you may need him be.

a few boxes need to lugged to the faculty? he's flexing his biceps and hauling them up before you could say anything. having an athlete as a class rep has its benefits, you suppose.

"oh, i got this. you can sit back, pretty."

some plans for the upcoming festival need to be drafted? he's there by your side, playing ping ping via suggestions and ideas like it's second nature. conversation with him comes surprisingly easy.

"we work well together, don't you think?"

ever encountered a grand miscalculation regarding class funds? he somehow finds the error within minutes, telling you which part of the table you did wrong. you tell him he'd make a good slave for capitalism and he laughs it off.

"what can i say? charming men like me dominate the economy."

it's kind of scary how capable he is — almost like he's eager to help you out, but it's fortunate that all your seething over his election was for naught.

though you still aren't quite sure what to feel about it.

because he's... well...

"we should totally go out. like, right now."

if you hadn't realize it by the few dialogues the op had laid out before you, then yeah — he's way too damn coy!

"no," your handwriting falters, and you're grateful he doesn't notice it. if he did, he's awfully quiet about it. "i'm busy."

your first name then slips from his lips with that honeyed tone you always find excruciating, and you automatically flinch.

"don't act cute." you know what i mean, is what his lidded eyes say, and you narrow your own at him before averting your gaze completely — just like how you blatantly avoided the double meaning of his words.

you purposefully ignore the rising heat in the room. or maybe it was just you, since kuroo looked as calm and dashing as ev — yeah, no. it was definitely the lack of ventilation in this stupid room. who the hell does he think he's calling cute anyway? you're losing braincells each minute you spend with this guy, you swear.

"last time i checked, we weren't on a first-name basis, kuroo."

he yelps when you pinch a patch of skin along his upper arm, making him pout at you like a child.

"now, now, don’t get too worked up! i was just playing around a little."

"take it somewhere that's not around me then," you huff, giving him a sidelong look. "you're distracting me."

"you know well i take that as a compliment. your words, not mine." wow, does he have selective hearing now? this asshole!

you heave a deep sigh, completely done with it all.

kuroo is one annoying hell of a guy. you should've known better that he wouldn't back down that easily.

you two aren't going to get any work done at this rate. why were you talking back to him, again? you always knew he did it to get under your nerves. you should know better than to respond.

you blink.

unless...

warily, you glance at the boy beside you who's lazily doing his own work. the lack of his usual diligence is surprising. he was quite lively just a second ago.

well, shit.

was it because you told him to knock it off? were you too harsh?

you're not sure what's running through kuroo's mind, frankly enough. why he acts like the way he does, why he talks to you the way he does... but one thing you're sure of is that he doesn't do anything without a reason.

and if that reason is what you suspect it is...

heat rises up the back of your neck as you glare at your own share of work. this guy is seriously a dumbass.

and you're guilty as one too, it seems.

"if we finish up early, i'll let you drag me around the rest of the day," you tap the back your pen into his side, "just today."

your mind drums with a gazillion thoughts as you watch him considerably brighten up at your words.

"that's good enough!" and he starts working like a madman.

you're glad he's out of his bleary mood. but...

you blink in surprise as he snatches your own paperworks, sliding them underneath his own, throwing you a sleazy wink.

what did you just get yourself into?

bonus:

"hey — ! that's my work, you idiot!"

kuroo doesn't look up from his desk, "nuh-uh, can't let my girlfriend do such tedious work on my watch."

"who the hell are you calling your girlfriend?!" you ask, utterly horrified. kuroo turns to look at you dumbly.

"eh? but aren't we technically going out on a date later? cause y'know... i asked and you agreed...? that's enough merit for you to be called my girl, no?"

"kuroo tetsurou! i will plummet you if you don't take back your words at this instant!"

you lied. you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

can I have a request of the self aware! Toons x reader interactions if you were in the game please

Ima use the AU for the Self-Aware AU where MC died and got isekaid into being a Toon in Dandy's World. However, MC wasn't a Toon who was put on the show and was instead scrapped. But the Toon's obsession with them carried over. (It's an AU of an AU. So it's an AU AU.)

Lemme just show ya real quick, hehe.

Edit 1: I updated it and added Blot

Talking to You

Yandere!Dandy's World x Toon!Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

When you were reincarnated as a Toon in Dandy's World and saved from the horror show that was the self-aware game, you thought it was an ironic blessing.

You thought that blessing was even more ironic when you literally had to struggle to keep remembering your life as a human. And when you were never put on the show and instead kept in the depths, before being used for things like manual labor.

You weren't upset. Sure, you wish you could at least see the sun, but being a Scrapped Toon wasn't as much of a hell as obsession was.

Then you met the other Toons. And they began to get clingy.

And it got so much worse when the Ichor Operation occured and you went missing.

But when you came back? They found you again and pulled you out of your isolation?

Their obsession was so much worse.

Then you realized this was no godsend.

Whatever being did this to you, it was for their sick entertainment.

Because they were as obsessed with you as they were when they were self-aware.

--☆☆☆--

Astro

Astro: Hello starshine...

[Name]: ...

Astro: I... saw your dreams. Are you doing okay?

[Name]: Astro, do I look like I'm okay?

Astro: ...

[Name]: Please just... leave me alone.

Astro: You can talk to me whenever you need.

[Name]: ...okay.

---

Astro: Do you want to take a nap together after this, starshine?

[Name]: Astro, I'm not tired.

Astro: Won't you be by the time we're done?

[Name]: I mean, probably? But I'd rather not take a nap.

[Name]: At least with you.

Astro: Why not?

[Name]: Because last time we did that it took me an hour to scrub all the lipstick stains off my face.

[Name]: Since when did you even start wearing lipstick?

Astro: ...nevermind.

--☆☆☆--

Bassie

Bassie: Blossom, do you need anything? I have some useful items!

[Name]: No thanks, I'm good. Save your items.

Bassie: B- but...

[Name]: Trust me, I can survive without some items. I promise I'll be fine.

Bassie: Of course, hahAHA!

[Name]: ...

---

Bassie: Blossom, what do you think of Cocoa..?

[Name]: Oh, she's nice enough-

Bassie: ...

[Name]: -But I like you more.

Bassie: ...Really?

[Name]: Yeah. Why?

Bassie: -!

Bassie: No reason- hahaHAHAHAH!

[Name]: ...

Bobette

--☆☆☆--

Blot

Blot: ?deneppah tahW .yletal tespu yllaer neeb ev'uoy deciton I

[Name]: Oh, nothing important...

Blot: .taht wonk'Y .em ot eil ot deen on s'erehT

[Name]: Even if I told you the truth, there's not much you can do...

Blot: .tuo uoy gnidriew si esle enoyna fi su dnuora edih emoc ot eerf leeF .uoy troppus lla I dna ,attaY ,yeooL

[Name]: Got it Blot, thanks...

Blot: .evol I enoemos rof od nac I tsaeL

--☆☆☆--

Bobette: You're always welcome to hide with me in my gift box in any emergencies, angel!

[Name]: Bobette, there's no need.

Bobette: You sure?

[Name]: Yeah, I'm pretty fast.

Bobette: I mean-

[Name]: And I can probably beat a Twisted into a pulp with Blåhaj.

Bobette: Your giant shark plushie?

[Name]: Yeah. Hehe.

---

Bobette: How are you doing after last night?

[Name]: I don't know how my legs are functioning...

Bobette: Yeah...

[Name]: ...Why are the others looking at us weirdly?

Bobette: I dunno. Coal just sat on your lap last night.

[Name]: Yeah.

[Name]: ...Wait.

[Name]: Oh god, they're dirty-minded!

Bobette: Wha-?

--☆☆☆--

Boxten

Boxten: You're really good at machines, you know that?

[Name]: Eh, I'm okay at them. Not that great at skill checks, though.

Boxten: What do you mean?

[Name]: I basically never get them.

Boxten: Oh yeah...

Boxten: I'm constantly terrified a machine will explode whenever I do that...

[Name]: ...I'll help you out on the next floor with any machines, m'kay?

Boxten: Oh-! Thanks!

--☆☆☆--

Brightney

Brightney: What's on your mind?

[Name]: A lot of things. Most of them aren't good.

Brightney: Would book club help get them off your mind?

[Name]: Probably. Depends on the book.

Brightney: Cheesy romance novels, perhaps?

[Name]: We're gonna be allowed to read those at book club?

Brightney: Of course! If it'll make you happy, I can lift the ban for the day.

[Name]: Aw, thanks Brightney!

--☆☆☆--

Coal

[Name]: Hi Coal.

Coal: Bworf.

[Name]: Please don't sit on my lap again, Coal.

Coal: ...Bwoof.

[Name]: Please Coal. I like having functioning legs, Coal.

Coal: Bork...

[Name]: ...Okay, yeah, maybe it'll be unfair if Pebs gets to keep sitting on my lap...

Coal: ...

[Name]: ...But Coal, please-

Coal: Grrrr...

--☆☆☆--

Cocoa

Cocoa: Hi, choco kiss! Do you need anything?

[Name]: There's no need.

Cocoa: Are you sure? I can always help you-!

[Name]: No, Cocoa. Trust me, I'll be okay.

Cocoa: Are you sure?

[Name]: Yeah. How about I help you instead?

Cocoa: Oh really? Of course! Thank you!

--☆☆☆--

Connie

Connie: Yo.

[Name]: ...

Connie: ...

[Name]: Stop stalking me.

Connie: Haha, no.

--☆☆☆--

Cosmo

Cosmo: I made you some baked good, sweetheart!

[Name]: There's no need...

Cosmo: No, no. Please, just take them.

[Name]: I'm not hungry...

Cosmo: If you don't take the treats from me, Sprout's gonna make you take them.

[Name]: I don't want to eat...

Cosmo: ...

Cosmo: You WILL take and eat the food.

[Name]: ...yessir.

--☆☆☆--

Eggson

Eggson: Hello there, dearie.

[Name]: Hiya, peepaw Eggson...

Eggson: How about you and I go look for some eggs after this?

[Name]: Oh... I dunno... Where are we going to find eggs?

Eggson: Hoho, just trust me, dear!

[Name]: There's really no need, though.

Eggson: Even if you want to isolate yourself from anyone, at least let someone like me stay in your life, okay?

[Name]: ...okay...

--☆☆☆--

Finn

Finn: Always a joy to sea you, angelfish!

[Name]: Hi Finn. Fish puns again?

Finn: Always! Hehe!

[Name]: ...Thanks, they manage to put a smile on my face.

Finn: That's the goal! Everyone can have a gill-ty pleasure, hehe!

[Name]: Yeah... haha...

--☆☆☆--

Flutter

Flutter: ..!

[Name]: Hi, Flutter.

Flutter: ..?

[Name]: Oh, really?

Flutter: ...

[Name]: Cool.

Flutter: ..?

[Name]: Sorry-! I'm just... tired...

Flutter: !!!

[Name]: ...Don't worry, I'll be okay.

Flutter: ...

--☆☆☆--

Flyte

[Name]: Hi, Flyte.

Flyte: Oh- uh- hi, [Name]!

[Name]: ...Is something wrong?

Flyte: It's just... Flutter's worrying about you, y'know?

[Name]: ...I'm fine.

Flyte: Are you sure? We all just care and wanna support you-

[Name]: I'm. Fine.

Flyte: ...

[Name]: ...sorry...

Flyte: Don't worry about it, it's okay.

--☆☆☆--

Gigi

Gigi: Mwehe, heyyy girlie.

[Name]: ...Back away, Gigi.

Gigi: Aw, c'mon! It's not like the others will lemme keep you...

[Name]: I'm not letting you try stuffing me in your head again, Gigi.

Gigi: I wasn't gonna do that! I was gonna give ya something.

[Name]: I don't trust you, Gigi. Back off.

Gigi: You're boring sometimes, girlie.

--☆☆☆--

Ginger

Ginger: Snickerdoodle, Cosmo and Sprout are worrying about you...

[Name]: They are?

Ginger: Yeah... apparently, it's been three days since you last ate?

[Name]: Almost four by now.

Ginger: ...Please eat something...

[Name]: ...Fine, but only if it's not made by them.

[Name]: You and I could make something together after this, if you'd like.

Ginger: I'd like that. Thank you, snickerdoodle.

[Name]: ...of course, gingersnap.

--☆☆☆--

Glisten

Glisten: Darling, your makeup's smudged.

[Name]: I told you not to put it on me because I'd mess it up...

Glisten: Darling, darling. You're already almost as perfect as me. Makeup merely helps you look the part a tiny bit more.

[Name]: ...

Glisten: You're perfectly beautiful as is, yes, but still.

[Name]: ...

Glisten: I love you, darling. Do remember that.

[Name]: Yeah, I know... love you too...

Glisten: ...

--☆☆☆--

Goob

Goob: Hiya sib!

[Name]: Goob... you know I'm not your sibling, right?

Goob: Why do you keep acting like you aren't? Oh! Do you need a hug?

[Name]: I dunno if now is a great time for a hug, Goob...

Goob: Every time is a great time for a hug!

[Name]: ...I don't know if I'm in the mood for a hug, Goob...

Goob: C'mon, please?

[Name]: ...fine. But only one.

--☆☆☆--

Looey

Looey: You've been pretty sad lately. Need something to cheer you up?

[Name]: There's no need, Looey...

Looey: Jester, you know I'm always happy to cheer you up...

[Name]: I know...

[Name]: ...maybe after this.

Looey: Of course! How do you feel about juggling?

[Name]: That works great, thank you.

--☆☆☆--

Pebble

Pebble: Arf!

[Name]: Hi Pebs.

Pebble: Arf bark!

[Name]: Yeah, you can sleep in my bed tonight. I'm fine with that.

Pebble: Woof?

[Name]: No, Dandy may not join us.

[Name]: I know Dandy sent you to ask me, but c'mon little buddy...

Pebble: Bark...

[Name]: It's okay, don't worry.

---

Pebble: Woof! Arf!

[Name]: Pebs, I'm honestly feeling a bit lonely with how everyone obsesses over me...

Pebble: Woof...

[Name]: Maybe I should get myself a pet rock... or what would be the equivalent of a pet cat...

Pebble: Grrr... BARK BARK!

[Name]: ...

Pebble: Woof! Grrr...

[Name]: Pebs, you're as obsessed with me as everyone else. At least give me the chance to have a pet that won't be obsessed.

Pebble: (Whine).

[Name]: ...

--☆☆☆--

Poppy

Poppy: You'd look great with a bow!

[Name]: Like a bowtie?

Poppy: Or one on your head! Then we'd be matching!

[Name]: Wouldn't the others get jealous if you and I were matching?

Poppy: Probably!

[Name]: ...fine, but I get to pick the color.

Poppy: Yippee!

--☆☆☆--

Razzle & Dazzle

R&D: Little actor! (Razzle, they're taller than us...)

[Name]: Yeah?

R&D: We're working on a new play! (We've been spending a lot of time on it...)

[Name]: Oh, neat! What kinda play?

R&D: A romance! (It's going to be emotional too...)

[Name]: ...Do you want me to be one of the leads?

R&D: Naturally! (If you want...)

[Name]: ...It depends, I'll consider it.

R&D: Hehe, thanks! (Thank you...)

--☆☆☆--

Rodger

Rodger: Toodles wants to play house after this.

[Name]: Does she want me to play too?

Rodger: Of course. She wants both of her parents to be there.

[Name]: Rodger... I'm more like an aunt or uncle figure to Toodles.

Rodger: Nonsense! She views you as a parent.

[Name]: ...

--☆☆☆--

Rudie

Rudie: Merry Christmas!

[Name]: Rudie... none of us know what time of the year it is.

Rudie: Well I do! And it's Christmas!

[Name]: What if it isn't?

Rudie: Silly gift, it's definitely Christmas! I feel it in my antlers!

[Name]: ...

Rudie: Don't you like Christmas?

[Name]: I like Halloween more.

Rudie: ...oh.

--☆☆☆--

Scraps

[Name]: Scraps.

Scraps: Yeah, sib?

[Name]: I'm not your and Goob's sibling. Why do you two keep thinking that?

Scraps: Because you are our sibling, silly! Why do you keep denying it?

[Name]: ...

Scraps: Look, I know you're a bit upset. But we can fix that!

[Name]: ...

Scraps: Let's go do an art project after this! How does that sound?

[Name]: ...fine.

Scraps: Great!

--☆☆☆--

Shelly

[Name]: Hey, Shelly?

Shelly: Yeah? What's wrong?

[Name]: Can I hide in your room after we're done with this run..?

Shelly: Of course you can! Why my room though?

[Name]: ...

Shelly: Compy..?

[Name]: ...Dandy found my loft...

Shelly: ...Oh. Oh god. Stay in my room as long as you want!

[Name]: Thank you...

---

Shelly: Compy! I found some dinosaur documentaries!

[Name]: Really?

Shelly: Yeah! We haven't watched these ones either!

[Name]: Are they going to be inaccurate to the information we have nowadays?

Shelly: Oh, absolutely!

[Name]: Woo! We can sit down and correct dinosaur documentaries together again!

Shelly: Yay!

--☆☆☆--

Shrimpo

Shrimpo: I HATE THE OTHERS HORDING YOUR ATTENTION!

[Name]: C'mon, Shrimpy Boy, they aren't hording my attention.

Shrimpo: I HATE IT WHEN YOU DENY WHAT I SAY!

[Name]: You hate everything, Shrimpy Boy.

Shrimpo: I HATE WHEN YOU SAY I HATE YOU!! I HATE HATING YOU!!

[Name]: Y'know, the word is love, right?

Shrimpo: I HATE BEING HONEST AND VULNERABLE WITH MY EMOTIONS!!!

--☆☆☆--

Sprout

Sprout: Honey, I'm worried.

[Name]: ...

Sprout: You haven't been eating enough. In fact, I haven't seen you eating at all recently.

[Name]: ...

Sprout: You need to eat more-

[Name]: I'm not eating anything you make me. Not anymore.

Sprout: Honey-

[Name]: Not after what you did...

Sprout: ...

---

Sprout: I made you cupcakes.

[Name]: I don't want them...

Sprout: ...

[Name]: I'll make myself something to eat, okay? Just... leave me alone.

Sprout: Take the cupcakes first, and I'll consider it.

[Name]: No-

Sprout: Honey. Take. The. Cupcakes.

[Name]: ...got it...

--☆☆☆--

Teagan

Teagan: Dear, you seem quite stressed recently. What's wrong?

[Name]: A lot of things, honestly...

Teagan: ...Would you like me to throw a private tea party for you and me?

[Name]: I think I'd love that. Thank you, Teagan.

Teagan: Of course, dear. I'll make sure to get some snacks too.

[Name]: I-

Teagan: Not from Cosmo or Sprout. I know you've been uncomfortable around them lately. I'll ask Ginger.

[Name]: Thank you so much...

--☆☆☆--

Tisha

[Name]: Hey Tisha, do you mind if I borrow a broom?

Tisha: Of course! Is your room in need of cleaning?

[Name]: Yep.

Tisha: If you told me where your room was, you know I'd be happy to clean it, right?

[Name]: Well, you clean everything. You need a break. Plus, my room's my only real spot of privacy. ...usually, at least.

Tisha: Huh?

[Name]: Nothing, nothing! It's just I like some privacy, and that's my room.

Tisha: Well, okay then. If you need anything else, let me know!

[Name]: Thanks, Tisha.

--☆☆☆--

Toodles

[Name]: Hey Toodles, is Rodger still telling you I'm basically a parent to you?

Toodles: Yeah! And you are!

[Name]: Toodles, I'm really not...

Toodles: You help fix my toys whenever they break and take me on adventures! That's a parent thing to do!

[Name]: ...How about our next adventure is something like "[Name] is more like a sibling"?

Toodles: Aw...

[Name]: ...or something else.

Toodles: Yay!

--☆☆☆--

Vee

[Name]: Vee, stop stalking me.

Vee: ...

[Name]: I know you're using the cameras to watch me. Stop it.

Vee: You know I won't no matter how much you ask, right?

[Name]: ...I'd rather try asking you.

Vee: My dear contestant, sometimes your naivety astounds me. And I already know practically everything about you.

[Name]: ...at least you're better than Dandy...

Vee: Say that again, will you?

[Name]: Yeah, no.

---

Vee: Have you been taking care of yourself?

[Name]: I've been taking care of myself enough.

Vee: I know you haven't been eating.

[Name]: ...If you leave me alone, I promise to eat something.

Vee: I'd rather be around to verify if you eat or not.

[Name]: ...I think you know that even if you aren't around you'll be able to know if I eat or not.

Vee: Hm... you're not as stupid as you often appear to be, my dear contestant.

[Name]: ...That's one of your most sweet compliments, Vee.

Vee: I am well aware.

--☆☆☆--

Yatta

Yatta: I HAVE BROUGHT YOU CANDY!!

[Name]: Jeez! Yatta, you gave me a mild heart attack-

Yatta: Well, must have been a HEART ATTACK OF JOY!!

[Name]: No, I think it was one of being startled.

Yatta: Well, candy WILL DEFINITELY cure a heart attack.

[Name]: I don't think so, but thanks anyways. I'd love some candy.

Yatta: HAHAHAHHA! YAY!!

[Name]: You're so lucky I have a sweet tooth, heh.

--☆☆☆--

And, even if there's no canon interactions between Dandy and any Toon in game, I wanna try doing a couple Dandy interactions, hehe.

--☆☆☆--

Dandy

Dandy: Need anything, dewdrop?

[Name]: ...

Dandy: Well?

[Name]: I'm good, Dandy.

Dandy: ...

[Name]: Go away, please.

Dandy: ...Sometimes you infuriate me, dewdrop.

[Name]: ...

Dandy: Well, I probably should go now. See you soon!

---

Dandy: Do you need a bandage, dewdrop? You seem bruised...

[Name]: I'm fine. I can't afford one anyways.

Dandy: You could always pay in other ways.

[Name]: ...

Dandy: Well? You could even pay me back later~

[Name]: I'll pass...

Dandy: ...oh. How... unfortunate.

---

[Name]: Dandy... stay away from my room.

Dandy: ...

[Name]: Please...

Dandy: I'd rather not, dewdrop. It was awfully hard to find it after all.

[Name]: Dandy. I don't want to wake up to you standing there. Or worse...

Dandy: ...

Dandy: I'll consider it if you give me some tapes or... something else.

[Name]: ...okay...

--☆☆☆--

THE LAG I GOT WHEN WORKING ON THIS IS KILLING ME.

Oh well, though. This is fine.

[yueichihara]

"Shut up!" - LaDS reactions.

LaDS boys reacting to you screaming at them to shut up.

Summary: How hard can it be to ask for a little peace and quiet when you're finally having a little bit of time for yourself? But they dismiss your request and have the audacity to pester you even further.

These are short stories, about a tired MC who keeps being called out to work, and whenever they're free they go out with the boys and spend no time to chill at home to recharge. So they snap.

cw: fluff, mc being sick, caleb being a little oblivious but making it up to mc

Tags: @sxremmie

Xavier - pt. 1 - 637 words

Rafayel - pt. 2 - 944 words

Caleb - pt. 3 - 952 words

Zayne - pt. 4 - 1,090 words

Sylus - pt. 5 - 1,080 words

You'd woken up with a pulsating headache and a fever. Your whole body felt heavy and sticky with sweat. Even reaching for your phone was a difficult task.

Checking the time, you notice the string of notifications ranging from messages to calls from almost every social app. You remember you were supposed to meet with Caleb for a date today, the meeting time long passed now.

A throbbing pain slowly raises on your temple as you go over the messages, Caleb’s worry clearly growing with each of them being left unanswered and unread.

Once you get to the bottom, you send him a text, apologising for not showing up and telling him that you'll have to reschedule for next time.

He calls you straight away.

“Are you okay!?” He's basically shouting at the speaker, his concern and panic shining through, but the sound so loud it makes you flinch. There’s noise in the background, too.

You try to clear your throat, realising you have no water at hand. “Yeah.” Just this word sends you into a coughing spree. 

“It doesn't sound okay to me.” He's not shouting but his voice gets higher with every word.

After coughing, you throw yourself back into the bed, no longer being able to stay up. “Sorry, I think I have a cold. I'll make it up to you next time. I'm hanging up, I need to sleep.”

But before you do so, he speaks again. “What do you mean you have a cold? I knew you weren't okay if you stood me up with no previous notice, but I didn't think it was that bad. If you're not feeling that good, maybe we could have the date at home, you know? All cozy and warm. That way you can rest and we get to spend some time together.” 

He keeps talking but you can't get yourself to keep the words in your head, the sound of his voice through the speaker making you dizzy. 

“Shut up.” It comes up as barely a whisper, your voice groggy, your mouth dry. 

“What?” It's the last thing he says before you hang up without notice.

Turning off your phone, you turn over and close your eyes. You want water and some painkillers but it all feels too bothersome, it'll have to wait. You sleep soon after.

When you wake up, you look around the room, the lighting signaling it must be around 6pm.

You're feeling definitely better, hungry even. You raise your hand to touch your forehead and notice the clothes you're wearing aren't the same you had on before. There's a cool patch on your forehead and a glass of fresh water on your nightstand, the ice cubes have yet to melt.

“You were drenched in sweat.” You turn towards the door and see Caleb, tray in hand, steam coming off the rice porridge. It was a nostalgic aroma. He walks over and the smell makes your stomach growl. He continues: “I tried calling again and decided to come over when you wouldn’t answer anymore.”

He sits down next to you, placing the tray on the nightstand. He cups your cheek, his eyes full of concern and love, so tender it makes you tear up. His voice is low, almost a whisper. “I was so worried.” He leans in, touching your forehead with his, a long sigh escaping his lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were feeling this bad. I thought you had just slept in again and didn’t want to tell me.” You recall the few times you had actually done so, after coming back from long shifts of fighting wanderers.

“I’m sorry, too. For being untrustworthy and standing you up again.” 

“Don’t.” He rubs his thumb on your cheek and moves his face closer, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks. “It’s okay if you don’t feel like going out. At home dates are a choice, too, you know?” 

“Mhmm.” You say and he properly kisses you then, slow and tender, tilting his head to the side and pushing you back so your back is against the headrest. Only when you’re breathless and dizzy with lack of air, does he move away. He stares at you for a moment, a hint of smugness at being able to elicit this kind of reaction from you flickers on his gaze.

“Now,” He continues talking as you catch your breath “let me feed you. You only let me give you water before, you haven’t eaten anything the whole day.” 

You recall flashes from you dozing on and off sleep the whole day: Caleb coming in to take your temperature, him cleaning you up with a wet cloth, you refusing to drink your water so he took a sip and kissed you, not letting you part from it until you’ve swallowed. 

You feel your cheeks getting flushed. “What happened, are you feeling worse now?” He reaches to touch your forehead.

“Uhm, no. I- I’m fine.” He takes his time feeding you as he talks about his week, making you laugh now and then.

When you’re done, he takes the tray back to the kitchen but comes right back. He takes his shoes off and lays next to you, turning the TV on. “How about we watch something? You don’t need to stay up if you feel tired. Just lean on me and rest if you feel too sleepy.” You smile at him and take his offer, letting your head rest on his lap as he surfs through the options. He brushes your hair, his fingertips fluttering against your cheek now and then, his touch gentle and sweet. You drift to sleep once again, this time with a smile.

[theheroheart]

Quick GIF tutorial (Photoshop)

#holy shit this is perfection!!#i am so jealous of this set!#the coloring op THE COLORING!!! (original post)

alright @dontyouknowemma-itsyou and anyone interested, this was really easy to colour so I'm gonna give you a quick breakdown. (i didn't save the psd file?? so i'm redoing this i guess, but i did it on autopilot in the first place. i've been making gifs for over 15 years.)

GONNA INCLUDE A VIDEO AT THE END SHOWING OFF THE SETTINGS!!

General GIF stuff

This is in Photoshop CC. I extract a clip from a video as an MP4 file, which photoshop can open. (I use AviDemux for this, which is free, because it lets you save clips using 'copy' encoding for video output and still change from MKV to MP4 format - without losing any video quality, cause you're not re-encoding.)

Open that shit directly in photoshop as a video layer (just drag and drop), that lets you scan through it to check the colouring works overall. Convert the video layer to Smart Object, that lets you resize and edit it. (Do NOT open a full movie in Photoshop, it'll probably die and it has a max length anyway.)

Also all the colour adjustments are gonna be adjustment layers you can tweak and turn on/off whenever. There's a lil button at the bottom of the Layers window to add them quickly.

When we're done we're choosing a section of the video in the Timeline window and we're doing File->Export->Save For Web. 'Adaptive' (or selective) palette selection, 'pattern' style dithering.

Colouring

Curves layer to lighten. Just pull the curve up. Curves seem to give a much smoother lightening, since it mostly affects the middle, leaving the brights and the darks where they are.

Levels to make the darkest darks pure black, and the lightest lights pure white. Good for limiting GIF size. Don't overdo it though.

Colour balance!! My beloved, most important. So for the Shadows and Highlights, you're gonna move the sliders towards Cyan and Blue, but for the Midtones you're gonna do the opposite - towards Red and Yellow. This means you don't shift the overall colour of the picture, but trust me it does SO MUCH for the contrast and colour. I swear I do this for almost any edit, and also my art tbh. Also if the original clip is like very green or whatever, you can correct that here.

Selective colour. For this I did one thing. For 'Black' dropdown, I upped 'black' and 'yellow' sliders (the latter to counteract the blue in the darks). This in combination with:

Levels again. Bring in those darks, turn them pure black. Basically this does a couple things. It preserves GIF file size, by making sure the dark areas are static (file sizes mostly depends on pixels that are CHANGING). It ALSO makes the palette much more optimized, meaning you don't waste palette on the darks no one sees anyway, and instead uses them in the mid range colour variation, giving much smoother gradients. That's it!! That's all the colouring!!

EDIT: Uh I probably also had a Vibrance layer?? Idk. This just ups the saturation, but it's softer than upping Saturation. Makes the colours pop without overdoing it.

Other tips and tricks

Often I'll put a Smart Sharpen (50% amount, 0,5px radius) filter on the video layer, just to make it a bit crisper. Subtle but effective.

You can manually edit the palette when you save as a GIF, either to reduce file size, or because some colour areas look pixelly. See the video for how.

If your file size is huge but you don't want to shorten or resize, you can reduce the frame rate manually. To do this, FIRST save the GIF, then open the GIF you just saved. Go through in the Timeline window (which is now a Frame Animation rather than a Video Timeline), select every other frame, and delete them. When you do this, remember to select the rest of the frames and double their Frame Delay so you don't end up with a super speedy GIF. (You can also make a GIF slow-mo like this.)

Since the video is a smart object, I literally just resized it in between saving the different GIFs, to change composition between the different shots.

Selective Colour layer can be used for a lot of image tweaking. For example, if something is overly yellow or green, I may go to the Yellow and Green in dropdown and just reduce the yellow slider. (I usually then go to Red in dropdown and ADD some yellow to that, to balance out the reds to be less pink.) Or maybe the overall colours are nice but the blues are dull, so I'll just go to Blue/Cyan and tweak those specifically.

If you have a colouring you like that you want to use on lots of things, remember you can drag-and-drop layers between different images. You can also save a photoshop file with nothing but those layers, to use on later gifs and just tweak as needed. (You can also make Actions to automate stuff, but I won't go into that.)

How easy or hard something is to colour HUGELY depends on the original video, both lighting/colouring and video quality.

Finally the video showing settings!

This is like 5 minutes long and has no commentary or anything. This is mostly to show off where you find each individual thing, and what difference it makes in the colouring.

ANYWAY hope someone found this useful!!! ♥

[acosmicbee]

The Regular pt.2

(Hopefully the few mentions of the reader's broken arm are accurate, I've never broken a bone before...)

You were back in the basement again. You were lying on a soft mattress, the same one you woke up on when you'd first been kidnapped. You were gagged, but the blindfold had been left off this time. Your kidnapper, or 'mommy' as she insisted you call her, was at her desk streaming.

You were on your back, staring up at the ceiling as your mind drifted. You'd tried to fight her earlier. She'd turned her back on you while in the kitchen and you'd grabbed a knife. It had taken less than 10 seconds for her to disarm you and all she could do was look down at you with that infantilizing frown. It had been barely a week and you were already getting sick of that stupid frown.

You could still hear her condescending words echoing through your head. "Now, now baby. Knifes are only for grown ups to use. I think you have a little too much energy today, so Mommy's gonna give you some night night juice while she works today. Don't worry, when I'm done we can play every single game you want."

You had woken up a while ago, still hazy from the drugs, as you listened to her talk. She was streaming for her day audience, the ones who only knew her as the faceless gamer 'LadyInRed'. You could hear her laughing, talking to her chat as she played some game. They would never know she was holding someone hostage in the same room she was streaming in.

"Give me a second, I'm going to go check on my kid." She said, her eyes scanning the chat as she paused her game. "Hm? Yeah, I finally adopted a kid chat! Can you meet them? Aw, I would love for that but they're a bit too young to be on camera. I'm gonna mute for a second so entertain yourselves, okay?"

She clicked a few buttons before standing up from her desk with a groan. She set aside her headphones, walking over to your mattress with a soft smile. "Aw honey, have you been awake for a while?"

She stroked your hair, chuckling when you glared at her. "Aw, someone's grumpy. I'm almost done for the day, then we can remove this icky gag and do something together. Wanna watch a movie with your momma, baby?"

She didn't wait for a response that wouldn't come, leaving you there as she walked back over to her desk. Just like that, she was back to being the fun streamer you used to listen to behind your manager's back at work, not the woman who'd kidnapped you nearly a week ago.

You settled back into your mattress as the drugs pulled you under again.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎧 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

When you woke up the next time, she was gently shaking you, smiling when you finally opened your eyes with an annoyed groan. She gently helped you stand up, finally removing the gag.

"There you go, sweetheart. Isn't that so much better? I'm sorry, but Mommy was working and needed you to be quiet." She cooed, gently escorting you upstairs. "Let's get you some food okay? I'll put on a show for you while I cook."

Even in the short amount of time you've been here, you know whenever she puts on a show, it's always one meant for younger audiences. Despite that, you're still a little woozy from the drugs and anything seems better than staring at the wall while she cooks.

She handed you a cup of water and sat you down on the couch, picking some random show. You finished the water quickly, pretending to be interested in the show while your mind wandered. You needed to get out of here.

The only issue with that was the amount of things standing in your way. For starters, your still broken arm. It had been maybe a week and a half since the break and still ached and pulsed when you even thought about moving it. You were down one usable hand and if your failures to get dressed by yourself told you anything, it was that you were pretty useless without it.

On top of that, you were never left alone. 'Mommy' was always close by, and she came running anytime she heard a noise. Any kind of misbehavior was either corrected by a 'time out', being tied up in the basement by yourself for a while, or 'night night juice'.

Worst of all, you were lacking critical information. When you looked out the windows all you could see were trees. There was no telling how close, or far, you were from any other people. On top of that, you didn't even know her name. She'd been good at hiding anything that could possibly have her name on it from you, instantly snatching up the mail and even taking phone calls in another room.

It was obvious why she hid her name so diligently. She wanted you to call her Mommy, to condition you to associate her with the title. That way when stockholm syndrome began to creep in she already had the position she wanted you to see her in.

Despite that, you refused to give up. You refused to give in. You had a mother, and even if she wasn't the best, this kidnapper could never replace her. You would find your escape, one way or another.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎧 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

It was another day of filming and streaming, this time for her other audience. She was reviewing how your first few days together were going. She gave tips here and there about things like what material to use for gags or bonds. Your only saving grace was that she never showed your face, only zooming in on the bonds themselves as she demonstrated her methods.

You felt like a doll as she manipulated you to do what she wanted. It was only once she was back at her desk, editing the footage that a really stupid idea hit you. She hadn't sedated you again, and you weren't currently tied down. There was a chance, slim but a chance, you could make it up the basement stairs before she did.

You glanced over at her, humming as she worked on the footage and slowly you crept off your mattress. By the time she realized something was up you had dashed the rest of the way across the basement and were already on the stairs.

You slammed the door shut behind you, grabbing one of the nearby dining chairs to prop under the handle as you backed away. You were breathing heavily, your eyes wide. The second you heard her slam against the door from the other side you were off again.

You ran down the dirt road, surrounded by nothing but trees as you ran and ran further away towards what you hoped was safety.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎧 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

You were lost. Hopelessly and completely lost. It was pouring, and the road under your feet had become more of a mud and dirt soup then solid ground. Not to mention, you'd forgotten to grab a pair of shoes in your haste to escape.

All in all, you were miserable. You trudged down the road, your cast and clothes fully soaked through. The sun was beginning to set and you were beginning to shiver. You almost wished you never took the chance to run, but pushed that thought back as soon as it came.

You had taken your chance. You had run and now you were free. But freedom felt a lot less safe when it was getting dark quickly and you were wet and cold and hungry.

You could almost hear a maternal voice in your head, one that sounded suspiciously like your kidnapper, cooing and fussing over you. You could feel phantom hands wrapping you in a non-existant blanket to warm you up again.

You stopped for a moment, hiding under the trees beside the road as you actually thought for a moment. What was waiting for you back home? A mom who was too busy for you, a job you hated, endless hours of school and homework.

You shook your head, gritting your teeth as you started walking again. No. That was the stockholm syndrome talking. You couldn't seriously want to choose a kidnapper over your actual home... right? You couldn't want that. So, you pressed on.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎧 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Your entire body was shivering so hard you could barely walk when a car stopped beside you. She was there, instantly. Her red hair was illuminated in the car headlights as she pulled you close. She didn't care about the rain soaking into her clothes as she held you, cradling you as you began to sniffle and then sob.

It was only as she tucked you into the passenger seat, reaching over to turn up the heat, did you notice her bloody knuckles. There were still some visible wood splinters in them. You stared at them through your tears as she drove you back towards the house.

You couldn't stop sobbing, not as she ran you a hot bath or made you some warm soup. Not as she carefully unwrapped your cast to replace the now soaked bandages. She warmed a pair of pajamas for you in the drier and bundled you up in blankets the second you got out of the bath.

You finally managed to stop crying when she lay you down on the couch. You were too exhausted to cry anymore and just watched as she finally tended to her own hands. You watched her pull out every splinter and sliver of wood. You'd already caught a glimpse of the now broken basement door in the other room.

As you lay there, half asleep watching her, you realized something. No one had ever put you first like that before. No one had ever made sure you were completely okay before they took care of themselves. Your mother had always been too busy for you, running around and leaving you to fend for yourself.

It was then that you'd realized that she'd won. She'd found your one weak point. She'd somehow found a missing part of yourself you'd refused to ever acknowledge before.

As you curled into the blanket, you finally managed to say something. "I'm sorry..."

She paused for a second before setting down the tweezers. She closed the med kit as she slowly approached you with a soft smile. Gently, she pulled you onto her lap and into her arms, so she could stroke your hair as she looked at you. She looked at you like you were precious... Like you actually meant something.

"Oh darling... Mommy knows." She said, her voice gentle as she kissed your forehead. "Rest now love, tomorrow is a new day."

[minminbunny]

Hybrid AU - Black Panther Hybrid! Lee Minho/Older Undercover Cop Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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Minho growled, his fur up and standing from your curious gaze. He snarled, baring in claws and fangs within the confines of his cage. You eyed him with an icy look, keeping your persona as an underground cop. Minho glared at you his posture wary and bracing to attack. The auctioneer pat on your shoulders, "A hybrid that one, black panther. His base price is around 1 million at least, if the owner kills him they'll still have a fur coat to make," he chuckled, hitting the cage with a static staff. 

You clenched your jaw, "Seems profitable, let's see how it goes," you said, trying not to blow your cover as your eyes lingered on him. It didn't take long for the raid to take down the market. Quick, efficient and thorough. With some old-fashioned torture, they should be able to dig up the information they need. You went back to the room, cages of hybrids glaring at you with fear and anger. 

You took out your badge, "You're not going to be sold. If you have family, let me know. I'll alert them," you said, removing your hat to show your genuine gaze. Most of the hybrids, relaxed after seeing the badge, except for one. Minho glared at you, his stance never changing since you first met him. You knelt down in front of the cage, "Do you have a family?" you asked, seeing the wary hybrid in front of you. 

Minho huffed, shaking head. You pursed your lips, "Maybe I'll adopt you, but for now the nurses have to check your well-being and such," you said, giving him a subtle smirk. Minho blinked, taken aback by your blatant words. You chuckled, grazing his ears through the cage, "See you then, cutie," you teased, waking away from the cage.

"Thanks," you said, waving at the men who helped you move Minho to your house. You opened the latch and stared at him, "Still wary?" You asked, seeing Minho curl up at the back of the metal box. You sighed, placing down the necessary meal for him,  "It's not laced or expired. Eat when you want to," you said, walking away from him. Minho gulped, his mouth pooled with drool at the sight, he slowly but surely went towards the meat. His tongue grazed the flesh, there was no odd taste or texture. 

Minho huffed through his nose and chewed on the meat. You walked down the stairs with a towel around your shoulders as you dried your hair. Happy to see him eating. Minho flinched, dragging the plate deeper into the box with him. You chuckled, heating your dinner, "I'm not going to steal it, kitty. No worries," you teased, watching the microwave. You carefully placed your meal on the coffee table and looked at Minho through the darkness. 

Minho licked his muzzle, wiping his face with his paw as he cleaned up the blood. You chuckled seeing the plate get pushed towards the opening, "Done already? I'm pretty sure I placed 6 fillets of steaks," you teased, seeing the licked-clean dish. Minho gave you a low growl, his tail flicking with annoyance. You nodded, eating your dinner, "Okay, okay. I got it," you said, giving him some space.

The routine stayed the same, once in a while Minho would allow you to wipe the sides of the box clean. You always loved those moments, it made your heart swell to know that he was comfortable. One day, you find yourself crying from exhaustion. Minho begrudgingly, got out from his box and laid by your feet. You chuckled through your tears, hand graze through his thick coat. 

Minho huffed but didn't move away. He allowed your hand to stroke and grasp even with your tears dripping onto his ears. It didn't take long for you to pass out on the couch. Minho huffed again and jumped onto the couch, he nosed your nape, his muzzle close to your jugular.  One bite and you would've died right there but he didn't. Minho laid half of his body across your lap. His big paws slowly made biscuits on your thighs as you slept.

Whenever people came by, Minho would stay in his box. His low warning growls were enough for people to stay away. It didn't take long for you to notice your clothes disappearing from your closet. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking that you might have forgotten them at the dryer or something logical. Until it came a day when you had to clean Minho's box and found a stash of your clothes in a makeshift nest. 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and only got a huff in return. You cleaned up but didn't mess up the nest, "Have you been shifting when I'm at work?" You asked, crossing your arms. Never once did you have to clean his faecal matter. Minho was through with those urges. He walked into the bathroom, did the deed, and walked back out like he had never shifted. Minho looked at you with a deadpan look and went back into the box. You sighed, "You could've just asked, silly cat," you said, letting him be.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

 "Noona," Minho whispered, grinding your pillow while you were at work. His hips made quick movements as his tail pressed down on his leaking cock. His back arched as his orgasm shuddered through his body. Tremors of pleasure deafened his hearing for a moment. Just enough for you to witness his orgasmic expression without him knowing. You stood by the door, hesitant to make a move. 

Minho opened his eyes and shifted back in shock. His cock dripped onto the pillow and his tail shot up straight. You smiled, "It's alright, kitty. We all have our needs except I didn't expect you to be using my pillow to get off, that's for sure," you chuckled, feeling bolder to stroke his ears. Minho purred at the stimulation, his cock throbbing against his torso. 

He huffed, shifting back into a human, "Please have me feel good?" he rasped, voice husky from the pleasure and lust. You cooed, pulling him onto your lap, "Noona's got you," you said, kissing his nape as you wrapped your hand around his cock. Minho groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You chuckled, pumping his cock at a languid pace. Your thumb rubbed the underside of his cockhead. 

Teasing that sensitive frenulum. Minho groaned, his thighs tensing up at the pleasure. You gulped, cock throbbing beneath your pants, "Such a pretty cock, kitty," you said, voice deep and breathy. Minho whimpered, moving your hand faster. You chuckled, picking up the pace to pump quicker, "Yes, yes. Noona knows," he teased, flattening his palm against his cockhead as you stroked his quick. 

Minho's eyes flew open, the pleasure surging through his sense, "Hah, hah, cumming," he gasped, squirming within your hold as ropes of white painted his torso. You cooed, messaging his swollen testicle, "Look how much milk you made, kitty," watching Minho's cock spurt out more and more semen as he messaged there. Minho mewled, licking your nape with his barbed tongue. You winced at the rough drag but you knew he needed something to ground himself with. Minho purred, slowly drifting off to sleep as you took care of him.

AMAB

 "Hyung," Minho whispered, grinding your pillow while you were at work. His hips made quick movements as his tail pressed down on his leaking cock. His back arched as his orgasm shuddered through his body. Tremors of pleasure deafened his hearing for a moment. Just enough for you to witness his orgasmic expression without him knowing. You stood by the door, hesitant to make a move. 

Minho opened his eyes and shifted back in shock. His cock dripped onto the pillow and his tail shot up straight. You smiled, "It's alright, kitty. We all have our needs except I didn't expect you to be using my pillow to get off, that's for sure," you chuckled, feeling bolder to stroke his ears. Minho purred at the stimulation, his cock throbbing against his torso. 

He huffed, shifting back into a human, "Please have me feel good?" he rasped, voice husky from the pleasure and lust. You cooed, pulling him onto your lap, "Hyung's got you," you said, kissing his nape as you wrapped your hand around his cock. Minho groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You chuckled, pumping his cock at a languid pace. Your thumb rubbed the underside of his cockhead. 

Teasing that sensitive frenulum. Minho groaned, his thighs tensing up at the pleasure. You gulped, cock throbbing beneath your pants, "Such a pretty cock, kitty," you said, voice deep and breathy. Minho whimpered, moving your hand faster. You chuckled, picking up the pace to pump quicker, "Yes, yes. Hyung knows," he teased, flattening his palm against his cockhead as you stroked his quick. 

Minho's eyes flew open, the pleasure surging through his sense, "Hah, hah, cumming," he gasped, squirming within your hold as ropes of white painted his torso. You cooed, messaging his swollen testicle, "Look how much milk you made, kitty," watching Minho's cock spurt out more and more semen as he messaged there. Minho mewled, licking your nape with his barbed tongue. You winced at the rough drag but you knew he needed something to ground himself with. Minho purred, slowly drifting off to sleep as you took care of him.

[pearlescentparade]

can I get uhhh two time x reader fluff

when fine shyt lowk offputting but theyre cute so its okay

eyes only for you 🔄 two time x reader fluff 💝

"i could just stare at you forever," two time blurts out randomly while you two are sitting on the couch, innocently beaming when you turn to look at them with a worried look.

"..that's creepy, timey. plus, you already do!" it's true, you can feel their eyes on you whenever you do anything around the house. last week comes to mind, when you went to get the laundry.

"oh, shoot, i need to get the clothes from the dryer. i'll be right back!" you jumped up from your spot on the couch next to two time, and walked to the bathroom where your washer and dryer were located. crouching down, you opened the door to the dryer and began transferring the clothes to a hamper. when you finished, you lifted the hamper up and turned to leave when you saw someone.

staring at you. from behind the doorframe. one hand clasped on it as they peeped at you. eyes dark and smile wide.

your blood ran cold as you screamed, dropping the hamper of clothes and spilling it on the floor. thrown off-balance from the sheer fear you felt, you also fall on your behind. the peeping tom, who you then realized was just two time, emerged from behind the doorframe and rushed to your side, helping you up.

"shit- timey, what the hell!?" you stood up, brushing off your clothes. "sorryyy, hehe. i only wanted to check on you! can't i look after my partner??" despite your more-than-dismayed expression and language, two time continued to grin, as if they didn't almost kill you with a heart attack.

your eyes narrowed, "i said i'd be back quickly, i wasn't going to take that long! ...don't sneak around like that, or you won't be getting any kisses or anything for a week!!" their smile dropped completely, now replaced with a wide-eyed frown. it always unnerved you how quickly their mood could change. "..are you mad at me? pleasedon'tbemadpleasepleasepleasepleaseimsorrypleaseiwon'tdoitagaini'msorry-" they rambled for your forgiveness.

you felt hesitant now, any initial anger you had dissipating at their pleas. "..no. i'm not mad, just- you can make it up by picking up the clothes and helping me put them away." at that, two time brightened up again, clearly satisfied with successfully guilt tripping helping you find it in your heart to forgive them. immediately, they got to work assisting you in scooping the clothes back into the hamper.

a shiver travels down your spine and you shudder just from remembering the way they stared at you from the door.

two time tilts their head to the side, "it's not my fault! you're nice to look at! and you always have a funny reaction." they giggle playfully, watching a small blush creep on your face from the flattery.

"i swear you're actually possessed." you groan in unamusement and lay your head on their chest.

"...you smell really good too."

you hit two time with a pillow square in the face.

(a/n: chat do we fuck with slightly creepy two time i wanted to highlight how unstable and insane they are while keeping it lighthearted ALSO SORRY UTS RLLY SHORT didnt really know what to write so i js freeballed it based off of a fluff prompt and also this is like . the third request ive done today)

[sturniqlo]

WASTED TIME- CHRIS STURN

summary: chris and y/n have been arguing. however one fight triggers her final straw and she breaks up with him.

not proofread sorryyy :((

cw: angst, cursing

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Y/n and Chris have been arguing more than usual these past few weeks. Although Chris has been initiating all of them. And truth be told, Y/n is sick of it. One moment he's lovey dovey, and the next he's screaming at her.

She's nearing her breaking point.

To add on, they live with both Matt and Nick. The couple have talked about getting their own place together since they've been together for almost 2 years, but they never have gotten to it. Besides the point, whenever they argue and Y/n walks up to the living room the boys always ask about it. "Chris again?" They say in unison. "Yup." She sighs, doing her routine of grabbing her keys off of the table to go clear her mind on a nice drive. "I'll be back." She whispers and lets out a faint smile to them.

That's how it always is.

This particular fight was different.

"Y/n back off! Fuck." Chris huffs as he shrugs her arms off. Y/n walked into their room, and wrapped her arms around Chris' shoulders as he waited for his game to start. "What's up with you?" She says. "You don't let me kiss you, hug you, let alone fucking talk to you." She scoffs, plopping herself on the bed. "Shut up." He shakes his head.

"Fuck you." She gets up off the bed and heads towards the door. But before she can reach the knob he speaks. "Where the hell are you going?" He burns his eyes into hers. "Upstairs? You clearly don't want me here." She opens the door. Out of nowhere the door slams in front of her. "Chris." She lets out a frustrated sigh. "You stay here." Chris stands in front of her.

"Oh! So now I can't go anywhere in my own home?" She goes back on to the bed. "Your home? Whose name is on the lease? Last time I checked, it's mine." He spits. "I pay ren- what the actual fuck is up with you." He tries to reply but she cuts him off. "I'm tired of this, genuinely. I hate how you've been acting lately. And you know I hate when people walk over me. And I've been letting you do that to me lately. But it's unacceptable at this point." She's close to his face.

The tension can be cut with a fucking knife. "You. I'm tired of you." He points his finger to her chest. His touch feeling cold. Something she hasn't felt in a week.

A week. It's been a week since she's had any kind of physical touch of his. "You're so annoying, clingy, bossy, and a fucking brat. And I'm sick. I'm sick of you." He breathes hard. She feels like he's suffocating in her hoodie. Her eyes sting. Tears start of fall down. "Fuck you, Chris. I'm- You should've told me this as soon as you started to feel like this towards me. Can't believe I wasted my time on you these past few weeks." His eyes slightly soften at her words. His eyes filling up with tears but he pushes them back.

"Cant believe I wasted almost two years with you." That. That was her breaking point. His words felt like a knife to her heart. "We're done." She says. Pointing to herself and him. Y/n steps away from Chris. She goes to the closet with a blurry vision and starts packing her light purple duffel bag. She grabs some clothes from their shared closet. Some of her belonging from her nightstand, and her skincare from their shared bathroom.

Lastly, she grabs her phone off of their shared king sized bed. During this time, Chris hasn't said a peep. Just staring at her as she packs her stuff in her bag. He's still trying to wrap his head around her words. We're done. But, he's interrupted when she speaks. "I'll be back for the rest of my stuff tomorrow morning. And I'll give you my month's rent since this is your house."

And with that she walks out their once shared room, and closes the door behind. Running up the stairs she sees both Matt and Nick sitting at the table eating Taco Bell.

They both heard their muffled arguing and thought it was just like the others. Y/n comes up, grabs her keys, smiles at them, and reassures them she'll be back. Although she did come up, she came with a bag on her shoulder and tears streaming down her eyes. "Hey, what happened. You okay?" Matt looks at her, then to her bag. "I broke up with him. I just can't handle him anymore. I love you both so much, but he's gotten too much for me." She grabs her keys and begins to walk away. But she turns around to tell them one more thing.

"I'll see you guys around, hopefully." She walks down the stairs to the garage and gets in her car. As she gets down the street. She parks on the side and cries as she dials her best friends number. "Hey, Y/n!" Ruby says as she pick up. "Can I stay the night?" She cries. Ruby knows what happened. Y/n told her what has been going on for the past few weeks. She reassured her she's allowed in her house for as long as she wants. "Of course, drive safe."

Back at the house, Nick and Matt just stared at each other. Hoping Y/n would change her mind and come back in. Or yet, both Chris and Y/n walk in together and tell them it's a prank. They both loved Y/n, they thought of her as a sister. All three of the brother have known her since high school. Matt soon realizes that none of that isn't going to happen. And soon Nick realizes the same thing. He's the first to get up and head towards Chris' room.

Matt follows.

"What the fuck happened." Nick barges in his room. "Ever learned how to knock?" Chris mumbles. He sits on his bed looking at the floor. "Christopher. Why did Y/n walk out saying you two are done?" Matt yells. "She's coming for her stuff tomorrow, you can ask her then." He looks up at them. His eyes are red and his voice cracks a bit. "No. we want to hear it from you."

"We argued, she broke up with me, packed some of her shit and left. Simple as that." Chris shrugs and looks back down to the ground. Nick shoves his shoulder up and starts going off on him. "This was real fucking low of you. Y/n has been telling us how you've been treating her lately. Why are you acting like this, huh? Now you have no girlfriend, she was nothing but good to you!"

"Get your hand off of me! And yes, I know I have no girlfriend now. Why do you guys care so much, this is between me and her. Not you two." Chris yells. "This is unbelievable. I'm out of here." Nick says and walks out of the room. "I thought you were better than this, Chris. Good luck finding your own ride from here until I say so." Matt is next to walk out the room and slam the door behind him.

Once they're out of the room, Chris lets out his sobs. This was all his fault, if only he had told her he'd been feeling stressed, anxious, and not him. This would've all been fine.

THE NEXT DAY

Y/n had been feeling nervous about returning back to the house. She had texted Chris earlier this morning that she would go back to the house and pick up her belongings. He responded with a thumbs up. All she had to get was her clothes, skincare, makeup, and miscellaneous items. Her car was big enough for everything.

Using the garage remote she had in her car she parked her car and left her trunk open so it'd be easier to load her stuff in. It'll be easy considering the fact Chris' room had easy access to the garage. She slowly opened the door seeing Chris' room opened but no Chris inside. She used the opportunity to grab as much as she could.

She put what she grabbed into her car and when she walked back in, she heard Chris coming down the stairs. "Hey." He said softly. "Hi." She said without looking at him. She went back to the closet and grabbed more clothes. Chris didn't know whether or not to help her. He stood around for a bit. But eventually stood up when she was gone and grabbed some of her clothes and took them to her car.

When Y/n saw what he was doing, she gave him a soft smile. "Thanks." She thought to let Chris grab everything she had from the closet, so she grabbed her luggage's and threw in everything she had in the drawers in there. After she filled all two luggage's she rolled them out to her car where she found both Matt and Nick had joined Chris. "Hey, Y/n." They both said. "Hey guys!" She said. Chris couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as she showed more enthusiasm to them than to him.

"Do you need help?" Nick followed her to her once shared room. "Sure, I just need everything I have in the bathroom." She grabbed her many empty makeup bags and book bags she had and gave some to Nick to help her. "I'm sorry about him, Y/n." Nick said as he carefully put makeup pallets in the pouches. "You don't have nothing to be sorry about, trust me." She laughed slightly, which brought a sense of warmth to him.

"Can we still hangout one on one?" He asked. "Of course, I don't have nothing against you. I hope none of this changes anything between me and you."

After twenty more minutes of gathering her stuff, her car was filled to the brim. She excused herself to grab some last things she had on the main floor. Both Matt and Nick followed her upstairs. "Hey, I hope we can still be friends, with everything that has happened." Matt tells her in the living room. "Of course, I let Nick know the same thing." Y/n puts on the backpack she filled up in the living room. "Well, I guess I'll see you sometime soon?" Matt says, "For sure." She hugs him. "Thank you for everything, guys." She tells Matt and Nick.

Back downstairs, she finds Chris shutting her trunk and sighing. She fishes out her keys from her sweatpants pocket and takes her house keys out from the keychain. "This is for you, and this." She hands both the keys and the garage remote. "Thanks." As she gets in her car, she tells him one last thing.

"I hope you find someone that doesn't waste your time like I did." She shuts her door before he can even speak. Chris' eyes only fill up with tears as he sees her pull out of the garage and drives away.