#but you feel its a crime not to say anything and also remember lack of pushback being part of the problem

[jacksoldsideblog]

truly nothing more depressing than seeing a blog glorifying self harm in the fight club tag in an unironic way and you click through to see its an anorexic 14 year old :/ i wish i could communicate like... it doesn't make you cool or better, it's not an actual way to control things in your life, i am so so sorry you think this is the sexy answer. but also jesus why do you blog about it

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐎𝐟𝐟-𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 | 10-24

"We're partners."

Tags/Warnings: Police Officer!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Partners to lovers?, Alternate law-system/made up laws, crime, futuristic, sci-fi, body-modifications?, Fluff, romance, angst, medical themes, injuries

Length: 4.5k words

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A/N: the fic was supposed to end with thispart, as there seemed to be no more interest for it, but I decided against it haha

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You know your fate the moment you wake up.

From the apologetic looks of nurses to the sighs then leading doctor keeps making as he checks your reflexes- or lack thereof- you know that you’re done for. How will your life change? Will the carecenter at least be nice to you? How will you adapt?

Is Jungkook going to at least say goodbye to you?

You kind of.. Exist for an entire week in the hospital, not really interested in anything as they prepare you for your next surgery. Bodymods- Paid for by the government due to your outstanding work in the police force. It’s normal, a regular thing, you’ve heard about it all the time and you know somewhat that Jungkook was covered by the same program as you are right now- but Jungkook had had time to adjust. Hybrids, as far as you know, don’t get that time.

Because they take much longer to figure things out.

When you wake up after your surgery, you’re yet again alone. You see no familiar faces, only the nurses who keep trying to cheer you up, and you honestly feel bad for not reciprocating at least a smile every now and then. You feel horrible. Like a failure.

What’s going to happen to you?

It’s the day after your surgery, that something happens. Someone enters your room, and you believe it might be someone who’s been working with Jungkook recently due to his faint scent, maybe having been sent to give you some important notice or something- but when you turn around to look at who’s closing the door, bags rustling in his hand, you’re surprised to find Jungkook himself here.

“I’m sorry I only came now.” He apologizes quietly, putting the plastic bag down before he lets another black backpack slip from his shoulder down to the floor next to your bag. “There was.. Some stuff I had to take care of.” He says, and you nod, quietly.

Of course. He’s got to find a new hybrid now, after all.

“How are you?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed near your legs, watching you. He looks tired- more exhausted than you are right now, clear fatigue on his face as he waits for an answer. You shrug, because that’s all you can offer. You’re physically doing good, surprisingly so according to the doctor who’s overseeing your condition, but mentally, you’re not sure. “You’ll be okay.” Jungkook offers, a hand on your leg feeling weird. You know its there, but its still an odd sensation.

“I’ll make sure of it.”

You stare at his hand on your leg, limbs tucked away beneath the blanket you’re sleeping under most of the time. “When will they pick me up?” You ask, and he frowns a bit, obvious sign of confusion on his side, before he realizes what you might be asking about. He shakes his head.

“They won’t.” He denies. “We’re partners, remember?” He offers, and you can’t help but feel your throat clog up and eyes sting as they fill with tears, forcing you to look away.

And then, he moves, gets up before he leans over the bed- hugging you close.

“We’re partners.” He whispers to you, while you can’t help but begin to cry- both in relief and also because he finally makes you feel safe enough to let it all out. “and we’ll stay partners.” He reassures you, hands softly holding you.

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It turns out that the reason Jungkook didn’t visit you for this long, was because he really did have to take care of stuff. That ‘stuff’ not actually being just finding a good place for your physical rehabilitation, but also adjusting his home so you can still somewhat move around freely. Everything is suddenly a lot more.. Open almost, not disconnected from you anymore. It feels like you’re actually supposed to live with him from now on, and not just alongside him any longer.

It’s odd.

Jungkook’s request for official ownership has been sent out despite the fact that he’s technically not yet eligible for it due to you both not having worked together for enough time. But he’s found a potential loophole, has made use of the fact that you got injured on duty and that he himself has to resign soon anyways- so with a bit of luck, and his good writing skills that described your situation and dedication towards your job in the past, he might just get it approved.

He hopes he will. He can’t imagine letting you go.

You’re on heavy medication, similar to how he used to be years ago when he got himself injured enough to require such a surgery. But bringing you back home into a familiar environment surely helped your sleep- your body knocked out on the couch with your legs close to his own. He’s watching TV when he notices them twitching while you dream- nerves still confused and healing as they adjust to the changes and new situation.

He’ll be there every step of the way- figuratively and literally.

Everyone wants to visit you- even Yoongi- but that’s too soon yet. Jungkook fears that it might overwhelm you to have people roaming around already, and also, he kind of wants to be selfish just for a little bit, and use this time to be for you who he’d wanted to be for so long. Not just a coworker- but a friend.

Because you deserve it.

His hand carefully help you turn onto your other side when you wake up itching to move into a new position to nap, and this time, you put your legs over his lap just to see what might happen. And he lets you, accepts them, even makes sure to try and comfort you when they begin to hurt a little later in the day. He doesn’t know if he will get the papers approved, but he also knows he’ll fight for it- so there’s no reason to keep you at an arm’s length anymore.

He can let you in.

Suddenly, you want to move again, whining for him to help once more as he makes sure not to cause you any harm as he helps you adjust your position once more. And as soon as he sits down again, a pillow of yours is slapped onto his lap, boldly so, before you pull yourself even closer, laying your head on his thighs. He’s got no choice but to lay one of his arms over your shoulder now, and you receive it well- even holding onto his hand in your sleep now, as he turns down the volume of the TV just a tad bit more so you can sleep better.

This is heaven to you.

This is who you would’ve loved to be- if your tail was working properly it would be wagging at a constant, heart warm at the way he finally offers so much gentle affection. You love your job- but you also love the idea of this maybe potentially being your future. Just a normal hybrid, nothing to fear, and nothing outstanding to expect from.

Just a normal life.

You turn around somewhat by yourself this time with some help of his to guide your legs, face now hidden in the soft fabric of his sweater, hands still holding his.

And he lets you.

Because, He honestly doesn’t want to let go either.

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Jungkook enjoys life like this- though he could most certainly do without you in a state of hurt and discomfort. The brace you wear currently for both your pelvis injuries and your new mods, so that they can heal properly and that the movement and possible disturbances are reduced to a minimum clearly limits your movement and makes you feel stiff- but its there to make sure you heal properly. You’re fidgety with it, and he knows you’re clearly not comfortable- but it’s necessary.

He’s trying hard to both distract you from it, and help you adjust to your new situation.

“See? You’ll get to swim a lot there.” He tells you, currently showing you the website of the rehabilitation place he chose. “I’ll be there too if you’d like. There’s trained people there too but-”

“I want you to!” You burst out, turning your head to look at him. “I’d.. Like if you’d go there with me.” You say more quiet now, noticing that he might not actually want that. What if he simply feels bad you got injured on a job with him? You never thought of this all potentially just being a fruit from his guilt and nothing more.

But be smiles, and nods, and maybe that’s enough for now.

“Listen..” He starts, closing the tab of the website for now to do something surprising- a gentle hug from where he’s got you sat on his lap, arms around you and chin on your shoulder, careful not to cause you any pain. “..even if it get’s declined, I’ll fight.” He says.

“Fight for what?” You wonder, and he’s quiet for a second, before he speaks again.

“Fight to stay at your side.” He mumbles. “They’re not taking you away from me like that. I know you want to stay, and you should have the right to do so no matter what.” He sighs.

“jungkook..” you start, unsure what to really say. He’s right that you want to stay with him, but does he know why? Your reasoning might not be what he thinks, considering he never really gave you any hint as to how he feels about you. You’ve got a crush on him basically- wouldn’t that make living here together make it unbearable for him? “I’m scared.” You admit.

He turns towards you right away.

“of what?” He worries, not sure what your problem is. Maybe the incident had left you with some more psychological trauma as well?

“..the future.” You say. “I don’t.. I don’t know if living here is such a good idea.” You tell him, and at that he becomes a bit nervous. You don’t know he has some deeper feelings for you. He’s kept it quite secret from you after all- so you don’t know. Right?

“What do you mean?” He asks back, eye contact not as strong as before.

“I don’t think I can.. What if you want to live with someone?” You ask, shrugging. “What if you.. Find someone you like, then what?” You worry.

“I won’t ever like someone as much as you.” He simply sighs, a bit relieved and hopeful he’s interpreting your words correctly. And from the way you look at him full of wonder, he knows he is- which makes him visibly relax now as he watches you. “I think.. As weird as it might sound..” He starts, shrugging as he helps you adjust your position a little, making sure your brace is still properly placed. “I always believed that we meet people for a reason. That I.. that we always got the jobs we did for a reason.” He explains. “From the little girl we found when she ran off a few years back, the veteran we made sure was safe when he was having a flashback, or even that last one.” He sighs. “I think, just maybe, things happen for a reason.”

“I like the idea of that.” You say, leaning into him to rest your head against his shoulder. “It sounds better than.. Having to accept that people are sometimes just plain evil.” You say, and he can pretty much feel you not only physically leaning into him-

But emotionally as well, as you relax in his hold.

“Hey, kook?” You wonder quietly, and hems his answer to you. “can you leave your.. room open, maybe?” You ask, and he nods.

“Of course.” He tells you. “I can also.. sleep in the living room. So you can see me when you keep your room door open- just in case you need something.” He offers, but you fidgety again.

“I kind of.. it’s not for that.” You deny. “just.. if we live together now.. “ you mumble, unsure how to say it, before you take a deep breath and rush it out before you can chicken out again. “I don’t wanna sleep alone anymore!” You say, eyes closed as you wait for the inevitable.

But instead, he just hugs you again, and softly laughs.

“Alright.” He simply agrees. “You could.. also just sleep in my room. My bed is big enough, after all.” He offers, and you turn around to look at him.

“wait- really?” You ask, and he nods.

“Really.” He nods, and at that, you both notice something remarkable happening.

Because despite everything you’ve both been told, and even though it’s very uncoordinated and weak-

Your tail starts to wag again.

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Despite Jungkook not getting proper rest due to you turning and waking up so much during the night, he still enjoys having you so close these days.

You often wake up sore or with pins and needles in your leg- most of the time just one, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s both. He’s tired, but he pushes through that as he helps you get through those tough episodes of your healing process, having given you your medication, before he began running his fingers and hands over your legs like he’s been taught at the hospital to help circulation.

He’s yawning, and so are you just seconds later. It’s a hard time for both of you- but you’ve got each other, and that makes it a lot more manageable.

And right now, after you’ve caught up on some of the lost sleep with a good nap on the couch in the living room, you’re floating in water with Jungkook holding your shoulders so your head doesn’t accidentally dip beneath the surface. He’s listening to the instructor while you do the same, moving your legs a lot more easily this way, as you work up your strength again with the aid of the pool you’re in. And, in a way, it’s also partially a good way to bond with Jungkook- at least in a more personal way compared to before. And you know that it’s more than just friendship- he’s clear in that department, just simply moving it slow, most likely until he knows if he can live with you permanently or not.

Which makes sense. He probably doesn’t want to make you feel worse than you have to if he doesn’t get it approved after all.

Still, you let yourself enjoy this made up dream for as long as it lasts. “You’re adapting a lot faster than other hybrids.” The instructor comments, watching how you kick the water the way he told you to- not very strongly, and a little uncoordinated, but there’s clear control over your legs. “I’m very sure you’ll be just fine by the end of the year.” He says, making you proudly look up at Jungkook, who smiles encouragingly.

You can take as much time as you need- he doesn’t mind one bit.

“I saw you had mods as well?” He asks Jungkook, who nods. “that’s good. A lot of the things you went through will most likely help her too in her recovery.” He informs him, and Jungkook smiles down towards you. “But it’s a good sign that she’s in such high spirit. Usually, hybrids tend to become very shut off and withdrawn, especially former police hybrids. It’s good that she’s got emotional support as well.” He comments, making your tail wag again beneath the water surface.

“well, she deserves it all.” He says, looking down at you with a fond smile-

And you feel like he really means it.

Later, you’re both stopping at a park just to unwind, but you don’t want to really get out of the car at all. The sight of all the people playing around, children running, hybrids having fun, just makes you feel way too melancholic. You’ll most likely never have this again. You’ll never be able to run like that ever again, no matter how hard you try. From now on, you’ll always have to be careful, always have to keep in mind not to overdo it, always have to make sure you’re not pushing any limits you now have.

Jungkook sighs. He’s most likely at a loss on what to do as well- and even if he was to ask you, you’re not sure if you could even tell him what could make you feel better.

“Here.” He suddenly says, catching your attention again as you’re sitting in the open trunk with him, watching the people at the park before you look at the phone he’s showing you. His phone- and there’s a video playing.

It’s him- he has a bit less tattoos clearly, and his hair is a lot longer, pulled back into a tiny little ponytail while he’s holding onto two bars set up at the sides. He’s unsteady, a lot of medical tape covering his back and neck, while he holds onto the bars for dear life, taking step after step in a hardly coordinated way. He’s concentrated, clearly.

“It took me months to take those steps.” Jungkook explains, swiping away into his gallery again to find other videos and images he shows you. “And at first, I really thought ‘that’s it’. I believed I’d have to just resign and accept the fact that I’m going to have to rely on help for the rest of my life.” He tells you, letting you scroll through the videos yourself. “But I got back up. It just took a little time.” He tells you.

“But that was you.” You disagree, giving him his phone back. “What if I can’t do that?” You worry, and he just reaches over to pull you into his side, running his hand up and down your arm in comfort.

“Then I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.” He reassures you. “I’ll be your legs.”

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“Is there a reason you’re carrying her around?” Seokjin asks, watching you sit in the middle of the police headquarter’s training grounds, while Yoongi plays simple tug-of-war with you. Everyone can see that while he doesn’t outright show it, he is a lot gentler than he would usually be.

“She hates the wheelchair.” Jungkook sighs, sitting at the sidelines with his coworker. “And she’s still too weak to use crutches. So I carry her.” He shrugs, making Jin nod.

“Will she even ever walk again?” Taehyung curiously asks, not even aware that the question could hit a nerve for Jungkook- though he takes it lightly.

“She will.” Jungkook says with a final tone to it, shutting every different thought about the situation down. And he also makes it clear that he doesn’t allow any other opinion about it- or at least doesn’t want to hear it. He knows there’s a possibility you might not recover as well as he did, after all, hybrids tend to statistically have a harder time adapting to modifications than humans do. But Jungkook believes in you.

He knows if he doesn’t, you will stop believing in yourself as well.

He hears his name being called instantly and gets up even faster, as if his body reacts earlier than his brain can comprehend what he heard, walking towards you who’s still sitting in the grass outside. “She’s tired.” Yoongi chuckles from the side, leaving the toy in your lap as you hold onto the long bunny.

“I’m not.” You defend yourself. “But I.. do wanna go home for now.” You say, and Jungkook nods.

“Alright then. Up you go.” He jokes, as he positions himself in front of you for you to climb onto his back, so he can carry you out of the building and back into the car that you both take to drive back home. Only once you’re back in your bed is when you finally reveal to Jungkook why exactly you wanted to go home so suddenly.

“..can you maybe give me one of those painkillers?” You wonder quietly, and Jungkook nods, fetching your medication for you together with a bottle of water.

“I had them with me, you know?” He says as you take them, clearly in pain by now from the way you seem so stiff in your movements. “It’s not bad at all to admit when you’re hurting.”

“I know..” You mumble defeated. “I didn’t want Yoongi to feel bad or something. I had fun.” You say, and Jungkook smiles.

“I’m glad you did. But don’t overdo it.” He teasingly scolds, putting your water to the side for now. “You wanna nap alone, or should I stay?” He asks, and you look up at him hopefully. “Alright alright.” He laughs, easily able to interpret your subtle body language into proper answers by now. You instantly cling to him, bolder than ever before, and he’s a little suspicious about it. “You’re pretty cuddly today.” He comments, and you nod.

“Shouldn’t I be?” You wonder. “Do you not like that?” You ask, and he immediately denies that claim right away.

“No, I love it. It’s just sudden, that’s all.” He shrugs off, helping you adjust your position a little to lay even closer to him.

“I just don’t want to.. waste time. You know. If we do end up being unable to live together.” You mumble into his chest. “I don’t want to.. have to regret not using my time with you good enough, you know?” You explain, and he nods.

He understands this. After all, your words hold a lot of true meaning in them.

But for now, you both can pretend. That nothing is wrong, that you’re just two people, that you have all the time in the world.

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“I came as fast as I could. What’s wrong?” Jungkook worries, having left you at your physical therapy place for now when he’d gotten the text from Seokjin, who made sure to emphasize how urgently jungkook was needed.

“You might want to read this.” Seokjin says, handing him a letter that the younger officer opens to unfold it, and read what it’s about.

He has to sit down.

Letting it all sink in, Jungkook just sits in silence for a good moment, as he sets the letter down on the small plastic table that he sits at. “Yoongi is actually pretty upset over it.” Seokjin admits. “That’s why he’s not here today. He just doesn’t want to hear any of it.”

Yoongi has had a bit of a tough time bonding with you at first, as far as Jungkook knows. Yet over the course of time, you two had bonded very closely, like two pups of the same litter so to speak. He’d watched over you, had always made sure you’d feel included and valued even when you struggled at first to really find your place. And when you were paired with Jungkook, and that whole fiasco went down, Yoongi had been there too- to make sure you know that everything’s going to be alright.

And now, that all ends. Not right away- but it will.

Later, as he brings you home, he’s not sure how to really break those news to you. He doesn’t know how you’ll react to it, what you think about it- but he also knows that you’re already aware that something’s off about his behaviour. You’ve been trained to sniff out such things after all.

And you’ve always been damn good at your job.

You finished eating your dinner, when Jungkook presents the letter to you- having you read it, and make up your own mind about the contents of it. “I don’t.. Really understand.” You admit, giving the letter back to him. “What does that mean?” You ask with worry- which he understands fully. It is also worded quite complicated, so he doesn’t blame you for having trouble interpreting it all.

“Remember how I filed in for official ownership?” He asks, and you nod. “Well, it neither got denied, nor approved, basically.” At that, you tilt your head a little, confused. “Once you’re rehabilitated enough to return to basic service, we will basically resume our jobs until I fulfilled my time before retirement.” He explains, as you listen. “And then, they’ll transfer me to you, basically.”

“So, right now, I’m still belonging to the.. Police?” You wonder, still not quite getting it.

“No. Right now, you’re fully under my care, until you’re healed enough to get back to work. At least for regular patrol.” He tries again to make it even simpler to understand. “Once you do, we both resume work, until I have fulfilled enough time to retire since my mods prevent me from continuing service.” Jungkook says. “Right now, we’re basically on pause. Once we’re back in service, we work together until I retire together with you. And you’re automatically transferred under my name.”

“So.. Right now, we’re just.. Making sure I heal, and then we just get back to work? Until we both retire again in a year?” You ask, and he laughs, nodding.

“Essentially, yeah. It’s pretty complicated, but I guess it’s protocol.” He laughs.

“But that means.. We can’t be together anymore. Until we retire.” You worry.

“Not really. We can still be together, openly, as long as it doesn’t interfere with our work. You’ll have to take a test basically, and when you pass it, we’re good to go.” He explains.

“So.. I’m not useless?” You ask, and Jungkook’s face instantly falls.

“What? You were never useless, what do you mean?” He worries, pulling you closer to hug you. “What made you think that?”

“Because I can’t even walk right now. I can’t do anything.” You huff, clearly still upset with yourself.

“You can. And you’ll get better soon, promise.” He says. “They already praise you for your quick progress. They don’t just lie and say that to everyone, trust me!” He reassures you, while you cling closer to him. “For now, lets just enjoy the time we have. This isn’t a final decision yet, so there might even be a chance they decide otherwise and just let go of the year missing entirely.” He tells you, as you sigh.

“But we’ll stay together?” You ask, and he nods, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours with a smile.

“We’ll stay together.” He tells you.

“We’re partners after all.”

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Gonna throw my hat into the ring here, as someone who very recently had a streamer they loved and supported go down for serious allegations and crimes. Feel free to skip around my long ass response, I'll break it down into parts:

---Public Reception

Part of the reason I despise these situations is because people online don't ever know enough to make 100% accurate assessments, but will act like they do anyway (I don't care if its authoritarian, I want a bill where people on Twitter can't post about drama until after at least 5 minutes of being forced to critically think). Having said that, here's my opinions on how everything should go forward:

-Shelby shared her story in order to spread awareness on domestic abuse and the signs, so that others can read those signs and keep themselves safe (or leave an actively abusive situation they've been convincing themselves isn't that bad). That is the priority here, that is what people should be focusing on. If you make this situation about stirring drama with the other CCs, you're a dumbass and you need to stop posting. Give support to Shelby, uplift the voices of women like her sharing their stories, spread awareness on what domestic abuse can look like so everyone can learn, and wait for more information. Its that simple.

-CCs don't owe statements for conflicts they weren't involved in. Philza, Tommy, Quackity, Charlie, and other CCs close to Wilbur who aren't part of this don't owe you an explanation. They're people, they're most likely having to come to terms with the fact that a dear friend, someone who could've been like family, isn't who they thought he was. Have a fucking heart and cut it with the parasocial entitlement. I'm hoping Quackity will remove Wilbur from the Qsmp, but just like with Forever, he probably won't make a big announcement of it, and that's perfectly ok. I understand wanting to make sure you're not supporting a CC who would defend someone guilty of committing domestic abuse, but its still not your right to get anything from these people. If they share, they share. If not, then they don't. If you can't handle that, then leave.

-Having said the above, its worth noting that CCs aren't just a fun group of friends, they're coworkers. Much of what they say publicly and when they say it can be shaped or restricted by situations that can affect their careers or get them in legal trouble. You don't know these people personally or what goes on behind the scenes, its a network and you can't measure their responses the same way you would your own opinion piece. The CCs will always need to be careful about how they respond to an issue, and they will most likely respond in "safe" ways considering what's on the line. Not accusing anyone of anything, nor demonizing them for it, just something to keep in mind. They're human, but they're also working a job.

-If you have Lovejoy or Wilbur-related merch, DON'T THROW IT AWAY OR DESTROY IT. I've seen lots of people pointing out merch can be donated to thrift shops or shelters, and its more eco-friendly than burning or trashing. Remember, anything can be repurposed; a book, a hoodie, there's always someone who can find a use for it. Likewise if you want to keep your old merch, that's fine to. You can wear it if it brings you comfort, or if its something you just like the look of. As long as you're not supporting the source, you already have the merch so don't let people pressure you into thinking you're bad for keeping it if you're not ready to let go/throw away those $70.

---My Opinion Regarding His Response

Everyone and their cousin has been dogpiling on Wilbur's response (rightfully), but I think people online don't understand how public responses work when there's legal team and PR interference. The tweet for me had a weird lack of personal touch and emotion from the guy I've observed to be very personal in his writings, whether its his music or a community post about a life update (blah blah parasociality I know, but I'm letting you know the observations I've made of his behavior simply as someone who notices these things). He also never explicitly stated Shelby's name, rather saying "that person" (you even had the textbook 'black text on a blank white background' screenshotted response). Finally, there was a consistent standing on Wilbur 'not being aware of how the other person really felt' regarding his actions. What I'm trying to say is... y'all really gotta start putting two and two together. Its a textbook PR response. As in, I'd be surprised if Wilbur had over 50% involvement in making it because the wording is exactly how it reads when a response has been initiated by someone's lawyers rather than themselves. The reason he doesn't take more accountability and openly admit to having abused Shelby (other than the obvious public backlash) is probably cause his lawyers are banking on the feigning ignorance angle, that Wilbur didn't intentionally abuse Shelby and was ignorant to how his actions affected her. Its the best way to get him out of hot water on the legal side, because again, this isn't messy drama; its a genuine accusation of a crime. I don't think the response is tone deaf and unaware, I think its a deliberate and measured legal move not even fully created by Wilbur himself. This isn't to say I think he's innocent, but I do know that Shelby and others have brought up some serious accusations, and Wilbur is lawyering up as a result.

---Nuance

Prefacing this part by saying that things are not looking good for Wilbur in regards to what other CCs have brought up about him, and I fully believe and support Shelby, hence why I support that the community should start distancing from him and his work. But I would like to take this opportunity to look into the greater aspects at play. We are within a system that brings up men to do what they want without teaching them to be considerate and aware of the consequences. Men are taught their harmful behavior is perfectly fine, often at women's expense, which makes these situation a very different story depending on who's telling it. Its because of this that we need to critically analyze the system and how it causes men to turn out as they do, instead of giving an immediate opinion without any nuance.

There's a possibility that Wilbur is being genuine in not realizing how bad his actions were. There's a possibility he truly is a manipulative liar who knew exactly what he was doing. He could be a piece of shit. He could be genuinely trying to improve and do better. We don't know. I'd say its pretty cut and dry that he hurt Shelby, and for that I'm glad she's getting justice for herself and spreading awareness. But if we're to entertain the idea of redemption, we need to look at situations like these with nuance so that we can understand the "why". I'm not trying to justify Wilbur's actions or even give him the benefit of the doubt, I have no idea what's going on in that guy's head. I'm just putting this out there because its something I want everyone to think about, especially when it comes to topics regarding narcissism and mental health issues. Don't support him or Lovejoy, just keep something like this in mind for the future.

---The Community/Now Displaced Fans

To everyone who's immediately telling Wilbur's fans (the ones that don't support his actions and are actively mourning no longer being able to enjoy his stuff) to just listen to other music or move on, and who are celebrating each negative new thing that comes out about Wilbur's current status, sincerely, shut the fuck up. You are completely lacking in empathy or emotional intelligence, and what you're doing is the last thing the community needs. Wilbur and his work could have and for many did get fans through some of their hardest moments, and losing that wonderful sense of community you get from streamers and their work (especially with the roleplay stuff) is awful. It fucked me up losing that after almost a year, for some of his fans its been even longer.

If you're a (former) fan of his, its ok to feel like shit. We're human, we get attached and we grieve losing something like this because that's how capable we are of loving. Take your time, as long as you know where to stand (supporting Shelby and raising awareness on domestic abuse), you're doing good. You can keep enjoying his characters and work and making content about it, separating the art from the artist (though don't stream his music from platforms that would give him the money, find a way to pirate it).

This sucks. I feel it as a casual fan who was once hugely into his content, I can imagine what its like for those who were huge supporters all the way up until now. You didn't do anything wrong supporting someone you thought was a good person, its just a thing that happens and its so fucking shitty. You ain't alone though, I know some of you have that knee-jerk reaction to avoid anything to do with him but reaching out to others in the community and actually processing it all is way better, you won't be bottling it all up. Don't be afraid to continue engaging with this part of your life until you're ready to move on from it in your own time, and be kind to yourself. From someone who went through exactly what you are now, trust me, you'll get through it.

[araneitela]

[ META ] + killing

Prompt: [ Meta ] plus a word, equals a HC. // @chasersglow

Sometimes I wish I could say anything other than 'it's not that simple', but I really can't seem to say that... ever. As much as Kafka seems to take to killing and chaos relatively easily when the need for it arises, I don't particularly get the impression that she bears any sort of craving for it. She's rather exemplary at it from what we can see in her trailer, her combat calling back to a sort of... 'John Wick'-like style (but since you ask specifically about 'killing', I'll leave combat for another meta request I got), we can see there's an emotional distance between her and when she's actively engaging in taking lives, as if it is quite literally a means to an end, a necessity that she doesn't quite feel anything specific in regards to. There's no excitement in her, there's no proper smile, no laughter, nothing that seems to inherently indicate that anything is really 'tickling her'. And outside of her trailer, there is also her voiceline about Sam that goes as follows:

"Oh, Sam isn't nearly as picky about his prey as I am... you might consider it a lucky break running into me."

There's an element of her being a little particular as to her engagement with this, which makes quite a bit of sense to me if you see how its really kind of drawn across the board for her character that while she can do things out of necessity, Kafka is one to pursue things when something piques her interest in one way or another. She doesn't do much without some sort of engagement and/or motivation to it, which I don't attach to an overall lack of emotion, as I don't draw a direct correlation between the two. No no, to me, it's simply the concept of 'quality over quantity'; the reality of having specific preferences and standards that guide the choices that she makes. Remember her words to the Trailblazer? She doesn't say it without reason, it's also a glimpse into her own motivation(s) in life when it comes to what she wants to do, rather than what she does when she needs to do them:

"When you have the chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret."

Any way, I got a little distracted here (though only a little). All of this plays into the motivator that Kafka isn't a fully ruthless killer in the sense that this is some pastime that she seeks to engage in simply because 'it's fun', or anything. Does that mean that she's opposed to killing? Absolutely not (obviously). Does this mean that she is good at it, and even finds likely enjoyment in the realization of the latter? Certainly. But there's still a discrepancy between that and enjoying it enough to actively seek it out for that purpose. Besides, let me add to it, that Kafka's list of offenses across numerous wanted posters that have her bounty up so high that she's wanted 'Dead or Alive' (cue Bon Jovi), don't technically list deaths/murders, outside of the 'lethal crimes' noted noted by the Devils on Pteruges-V (where to be 'fair', she was a Devil Hunter of said 'Devils', but her motivation behind it actually has you questioning morality quite heavily).

So in essence, I think the answer isn't as simple as a clear-cut 'yes, she loves it' or 'no, she hates it'; I think there's a level of indifference, but not quite what one might tie to someone who veers close to the path of a sociopath, for example. This is definitely a topic that I want to revisit, but for now, this'll have to do!

[gemsofgreece]

https://dasarxeio.com/2023/08/28/128302/

Did you see this article? I am so devastated by the destruction that has happened in Dadia. It's so horrible a part of me cannot even process it :((

You know, I have stopped talking about this because it affects me. It gets to my well-being. On one hand the pain is so great, on the other hand I feel like we should be punished for all our political choices, all our problematic mindsets and indifference and chaotic selfish attitude and lack of organisation and foresight and poor system of justice that count decades at this point. We need the punishment until the lesson gets learned. At the same time, if I think about it, my eyes water about the forest and the animals and all the people living near it or holding it close to their hearts.

The national woodland of Dadia has been burning for 13 days now. The professor of forest studies in the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki has warned that the forest will need 100-150 years to return to its original form, so none of us will live to see it. Some won't see it again like they once did and the rest won't ever see what it was like. Dadia was one of Europe's most important ecosystems, being home to many endangered bird species, especially super rare vultures. We have no idea what happened to them. Either they are dead or they will never return.

Dadia was the pride of the region of Evros. It's gone. Estimations are that 150,000 hectares are gone and we keep going. The fire has been characterised as officially the worst fire in the history of the European Union.

And we generally lose 75,000 hectares every year, most of the animals living in them and 9 people on average. Where is this gonna go? We're not a big country. Not that being a big country would make this better in any way but still. This is not an one time thing. This has become systemic at this point and nobody does anything about it. We can not afford it financially, environmentally, emotionally, mentally. We can't.

And again. 90% OF IT IS NOT DUE TO CLIMATE CHANGE. IT'S EITHER ORGANISED CRIME OR WIDE INDEPENDENT CRIMINAL ACTIVITY. It is getting confirmed and proved again and again. At this point it is even admitted by the Greek government. Dadia in particular was targeted last year as well. Climate change can't always happen in Dadia every year, the northernmost and thus a humid and cold region compared to the average of the country!!!!

And yet the Greek state sits and watches. We must always remember that the Greek state for some reason dismantled the Firefighting sector of the Forest Service in the 90s and has made the standard city firefighting service responsible for forest fires. We are the only country with flammable ecosystems like ours that does this globally. And despite what happens every year, we do not correct this.

And you know the most maddening stuff. We have a lot of personell and we also spend more money than the average for the firefighting expenditures!!!!!!!!!!!! About 1.5 billion every year and we are the worst at it in Europe. Like... I can't make coherent thoughts anymore.

I can't talk about this more right now, I am sorry. Nothing I can say will make any difference anyway. The only thing I can hope and pray for is that speculations and predictions will prove to be pessimistic as nature is always so much stronger and resourceful than we are.

[feral4austinbutler]

infidelities (Austin Butler x OC)

Summary: Isabel Baker takes flight on her first solo trip to Ireland for her 21st birthday. On her trip she runs into Austin Butler, who would turn her entire world on its head, making her question if she would ruin her whole life for him or would let what happened in Ireland, stay in Ireland.

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, age gap, will contain smut in future chapters, (smut will be indicated by the chapter head in italics), Minors DNI.

Also this is my first fanfic in a WHILE, like i’m talking 8 years, so please be gentle. my writing grammar and like punctuation is also very much lacking but oh well haha.

Chapter 1

It was a cool and crisp April morning, I wake up to my 5:00am alarm, immediately turning it off and start to scroll through my phone. I look at the date and nearly jump for joy. The day had finally arrived, I was about to embark on my first solo trip all the way to Ireland. I got out of bed and immediately panicked, remembering I had not packed half of my things yet and I had to be at the airport very soon. I started frantically packing the last of my things into my carry-on when my fiancé, Shawn, came up behind me from the bathroom, as he was already awake and getting ready for work, and put his arms around my waist and squeezed me tight into his chest.

“I am going to miss you so much, I think it might kill me.” He said with face tucked into the nape of neck.

“Babe, I am going to be gone for two weeks! I think you’ll manage.” I turned to look at him, giggling as I gazed into his eyes.

Do not be fooled, we have been going to a difficult time ever since we got engaged a few months prior. I’m not sure what happened but it’s like all the passion had fizzled out. No more dates, no more conversations to indulge in, no more sex, nothing. I tried my hardest to spark something back with us, but it was like that stuff didn’t matter to him anymore as soon as he put that ring on my finger. I try wand talk about my day or things that would interest me and I would always get a one worded response in return. I was hoping this time apart would make us want each other again. What’s that saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I guess we’ll see about that.

I wiggle out of Shawn’s grasp and cross the room to get my last few pairs of jeans from inside my dresser. I folded them up neatly, put into my bag, and zipped it shut. I was officially all packed and ready to go.

“Alright, that was the last of it. I’m all ready.” I say looking down at my luggage. This was it. The last time I would see Shawn for two weeks. I look up at him and feel relief. That’s not how someone should feel when they look up at the person they are potentially going to spend the rest of their life with, right? I keep trying to convince myself that this trip will do us both some good. I wanna to fall in love with him all over again. Get that passion back.

“Isabel, do you want me to walk down to the train station with you?” Shawn asked, bringing me back from thoughts.

“No Shawn that’s ok, it’s right down the street, I think I can manage.” I smile sweetly up at him, even though in my head I’m weirdly annoyed he would even ask in the first place.

“Ok,” He said as he grabbed my hands and place them against his lips, “I love you and I hope you have a great trip. Text or call me if you need anything.”

“I will, I promise.” I say as I take my hands back. With that being said, I give him a small kiss on the lips, put on my jacket and shoes, grab my things and with one final exchange of “I love you’s”, I was out the door and down the street.

The train ride went by fast as I was captivated with staring out the window and listening to my true-crime podcast that was playing in my ears. Maybe not the best thing to listen to since it was still dark out and I’m a woman, all alone, on a train, but hey I’m an addict, what can I say.

I hop off at my stop and since I already had my boarding pass on my phone and have no bags to check, I head straight to the security line. Since it was so early security wasn’t too terrible and I got out in record time. “I am truly a pro at this” I thought to myself. I had been on many trips before but all had been with my mom, we had traveled an awful lot while I was in high school. If it wasn’t for those experiences, I definitely wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing now, so shout out mom.

I got to my gate as soon as the front desk called that they would now begin boarding. Thank the lord, I had just made it by the skin of my teeth. The women calls my group and I line up behind the others, scan my phone and walk in. My heart was racing so fast I thought it might jump out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that I actually made this happen. I had been planning and saving for this for months and here I am about to take off on my first solo adventure. I was so proud of myself and everything I had accomplished to even get to this point. I was buzzing. I was ecstatic. This trip was going to help me find the answers I had been needing. Ever since Shawn and I got engaged, I felt like I was in limbo. Don’t get me wrong, I love Shawn. Hell, getting engaged was mainly MY idea. I just couldn’t help but feel like I was just going through the motions everyday. Getting up, going to work, coming home to a fiancé that I did love, very dearly, but it felt like that love was mainly out of convenience because we lived together, we had pets together and I didn’t want to uproot my whole life and leave him. I can’t explain it but everything was so mundane to me now. This trip is what was going to get me out of my funk. I can’t explain it but I had a gut feeling that this trip was somehow going to change the trajectory of my life. For worse or for better, who knew?

One layover and 9 1/2 hours later, we finally landed in Dublin. I was already wide awake, too excited to sleep for the second half of my flight. I gathered my things from the overhead bins and waited patiently behind everyone in line, eager to stretch my legs and to finally get off this damn plane. The line started to move and I made my way off the plane. As my foot hits the floor of the airport, I let out a sigh of relief. I loved traveling but god damn it’ll be too soon when I have to fly again.

As I step out of the airport doors and my surroundings becoming apparent to me. The cold chill of the late afternoon Irish air, the orange and pink sun that had just started to set, the beautiful buildings and the many crowds of people filling the streets. I smiled to myself and start to make my way to my hotel. Remembering that I had absolutely no idea where I was going, I looked down at my phone to put in the walking directions into google maps. As I finish typing in the address and siri starts to tell me where to go, I ram straight into a hard chest and nearly fall backwards onto the brick street. As I hold out my arm out behind me, ready to brace myself, two strong arms fly around me and pull me back up.

“Holy shit dude! You should really watch where you’re going!” I say prying his arms off of me. I angrily put my phone in my pocket and straighten myself out. It really should’ve been me paying attention but I was so all over the place after the initial hit, I immediately placed all the blame on this random stranger.

“Wow, I am so sorry. I guess we both weren’t looking where we were going.” A deep and sultry voice says from above me. That voice. It almost sounds too familiar. I stop straightening out my jacket to look up to the owner of the voice and as soon as we lock eyes, my jaw almost hits the floor and heat begins to rise to my cheeks.

As I stare up at him in amazement, I cannot believe I just literally ran into Austin Butler. He is even more beautiful and delicious in person. I try and bring myself back into the present moment. I try but yet ultimately fail until he waves his hand in front of my face.

“Hello? I hope I didn’t rattle you around too much, did I?” He says with a smile and a small chuckle.

“Oh! Um I-I, no you didn’t haha.” I say absolutely flustered and embarrassed, wiping my sweaty hands down my jeans.

He nods and puts his hands in his jacket pockets, “Well, are you ok?”

“Me? Oh yeah, totally fine. Don’t worry about me.” I shake my head and turn around to grab my suitcase. I take a deep breath, before turning back around, “Well, you probably have places to be so I’ll leave you to it. Goodbye.” As I start to make my way down the street, a hand shoots out in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“Wait! Don’t run off just yet, I didn’t even get your name.” He says as he stands in front of me and brings a hand up to caress his jaw line.

“Oh! Well, my name is Isabel.” I smile and move my suit case to my other hand so I can put my hand out for him to shake.

“Hello Isabel, my name is Austin.” He says lifting his eyebrows and bringing his hand up to hold mine in a firm handshake. Our hands linger together for a few seconds too long as we stare at each other. I clear my throat almost as a diversion for me to able to take my hand back.

“Well Austin, it was lovely to run into you, literally. I should probably get going now.” I say and look up at him.

He looks back down at me and says, “At least let me walk you to wherever you’re going. Wouldn’t want a pretty thing like you to run into another stranger.”

I feel myself shift uncomfortably under his gaze. I can’t believe he just said that to me. “Listen that sounds great and all but I listen to a lot of true crime and I don’t think letting a stranger know where I’m staying is in my best interest.”

“That’s valid.” He says throwing his hands up in defense. “From the looks of it your just getting in,” He says motioning to my suitcase, “Can I ask how long you’ll be in Ireland for?”

“Two weeks.” I crinkle my eyebrows together, “Why? Who wants to know?”

“Give me your phone.” He says holding out his hand.

“Bossy, bossy. Ok fine, I’ll bite.” My sudden confidence coming out of nowhere. I go into my pocket to grab my phone and hand it over to him but I leave my palm out as a signal for him to hurry.

He types quickly and place it back into my palm and folds my fingers over the phone. My breath hitches at the contact which I’m sure he notices.

“There, now you have my number. If you what to get together while you’re here, just shoot me a text and I will meet you at the drop of a hat.” He winks as he turns around and walks away.

I stay standing in the middle of the street, baffled at what just happened. I go to open my phone and scramble to find his contact, to my surprise he had already texted himself so that now we both have each other’s number. Cheeky bastard.

I take a deep breath and gather myself to finish the walk to my hotel. I get to the front door, push it open, and walk up to the front desk to check in. As I’m doing so, I feel my phone buzz twice in my pocket. I pull it out to see who it could be. Low and behold, it’s Austin.

I just can’t seem to get you off my mind.

We should meet up tonight.

His two messages send the same red hot heat up to my cheeks. My adrenaline pulsing through my veins. If I’m going to spend more time with him, I gotta get this blushing under control.

Spend more time with him. What am I thinking! I’m engaged. I can’t spend time with an attractive man in a foreign country. This is not what I am here to do. Another buzz brings me back and I look down at my phone again

I can see that you’re reading my messages, dove.

Dove. God damn it. How could I say no to that. Maybe I should go tonight, maybe nothing will happen, maybe we will forget about each other and we will both move on. I send him a message back since I have a feeling if I don’t he will blow up my phone until he gets a response.

Yes austin. I see your messages. I’m not sure if I should tonight. Maybe I should should just stay in and unpack.

Izzy, I wasn’t really asking. Meet me at The Temple Bar Pub in one hour. I’ll see you then xx.

An hour?? Are you kidding me. I was so immersed in my text conversation, I hadn’t even noticed the man at the front desk had come back with my key. I look up from phone phone, grab it from him and mumble a quick “Thank you”. I make a beeline towards the elevator. I have one hour to make myself over for Austin Butler, I need every second I can get.

[isa-ah]

Bad writing to a T indeed

not everything needs to be expanded upon, explained, or anything. I remember seeing in one of Brandon Sanderson's writing classes the iceberg theory: the tip of the iceberg is what you show as a writer, and the rest is what you know. Yoy know the backstory, you have all the cards, but the audience doesn't need all that worldbuiling and development, both to keep the storytelling interest but also for their own amusement (big fan of fan theories)

but it's this that also annoyed me about skyward sword: they had such a specific story to tell that they sacrificed game play while coming off as amateur fanfiction IMHO. They had to have an origin story not just for the main conflict but also for the master sword, and why the tunic is green, and even why the shield has a red bird on it... It just feels unnecessary, and the further back they go in the timeline, the more they write themselves into a corner, like with TOTK

It's ironic that BOTW came as a reaction to the criticism of SS (the handholding, the railroading) but then TOTK fell right back into that trap + retconning what little story BOTW had

see i agree that you dont need to tell Everything about it, but ANYTHING would have been nice. what of the zonai got elaborated on or was relevant to the story at all, beyond draconification? which could have been done by any race or species or setting? why use the zonai, a fan favorite topic, if you have nothing interesting to say about them, their perspective, their culture, or Anything at all really? it just feels like the most hollow form of fan service to me, like filler if anything.

thats fair yeah. i never got thru skyward sword (ive tried... repeatedly lol) so i get the frustration with it. i like the story in theory, i think its cool to have a lore filled back story, but its entirely undermined by totk in a way that is irreconcilable LOL i feel that way about every story previously though. "end of the timeline" my ass, its entirely outside of the framework of ANY of the lore thats been laid out in a way that really cant be fished back i think.

having ganondorf be an established threat to the kingdom at inception, having him be evil for evils sake, after the sacred stones.. having him sealed away at the very beginning of hyrules history. thats entirely incompatible with everything down the timeline, bc ganondorfs hatred of hyrule stems from their subjugation in the desert where they lack any resources or mercy and are driven to lives of crime that is then heavily punished by the royal family. this leads to the civil war within the established kingdom in ocarina of time that kicks it all off, really. and from there its the same ganondorf all the way down.

so.. removing his reasons for attacking the royal family, and having him be an empowered threat from the very start of the kingdom makes no sense. if hes locked up, how does Anything Else happen? what was the point of any of this lol?

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Can I pls have a  matchup for Mha and Honkai star rail? I'm Asian  who uses she/they pronouns, an Aquarius and INTJ. My sexuality is bi demiromantic (male preference). I'm 5'0 with tan skin, black hair, brown eyes and glasses.I'm bilingual. People say I look unapproachable since I don't smile or talk much around strangers. I'll need to warm up to people but when I do, I will surprisingly be energetic, talkative and VERY sentimental.

I consider myself a fair, open minded and laid back person most of the time. I like to seek out my friends' company when bored.I'm down to do anything with my friends. I'm hardworking if its something that interests me. I'm very creative but can't seem to make my ideas into reality mostly due to lack of resources or motivation. Idk myself too well so I consistently ask for opinions. I'm pretty emotional and can be a bit sensitive when there's a lot of build up but I try my best to hide it.

My friends describe my  sense of humor as dark and cursed. I can be mischievous and chaotic but still reliable and smart.My hobbies are baking,gaming,art, true crime and supernatural stuff. I express my love with gifts and quality time but still physically affectionate. I get flustered easily. My ideal type is someone who I can trust with my life,someone I've known for a long time, very respectful of my boundaries, protective and honest even if its brutal. Sorry if its too much info. Thanks in advance and stay safe💗

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

From a distance, you and Mirio are the very definition of the cheery one and the unapproachable one. But once they get to know you, you’re more similar it first seems.

You both enjoy hanging out with friends, especially if they're mutual friends. There’s nothing better than being able to hang out with friends and the person you care about most at the same time.

Mirio is definitely someone you can trust. He values trust deeply as well so you can be sure that however much you trust him, Mirio feels the same about you.

He’s also very respectful of boundaries. If there’s anything you’re not comfortable with or feel unsure of, he’ll make sure he doesn’t step over those boundaries.

Would love baking with you. He likes a lot of domestic stuff and baking is right up there. Honestly, Mirio just enjoys being able to spend time with you.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

I see Caelus as someone who can go either way with appearance. Either he looks like a golden retriever or like he’s about to commit crimes.

Loves true crime, with a preference towards podcasts. He’d love being able to talk to you about the cases you’ve both been listening to recently.

Caelus is definitely protective of you. Since he doesn’t really remember his past or anyone important to him from before he woke up, he wants to be able to protect those he cares about now.

Gives really good advice so please ask him for his opinions. He’ll always consider all of the different angles and take into account your personal preferences.

Caelus would enjoy gaming with you. He’s a good support in any game you’re playing. Combat? He’s always got your back. Farming simulator? He’s keeping an eye on the crops and helping with planting. He just likes being able to spend time with you.

[dicks-wifey]

Falling for Nightwing

Chapter 2:

I wake with a crushing headache, pounding at my noggin. My stomach twisting and turning like I just ate something I shouldn't have. The same pain u get when u haven't shit in a good long while.

I sit up slowly so that I don't spew chunks and make direct, head-on eye contact with a man reclining in one of those deflated hospital chairs, a sleek computer on his shapely thighs. I swoon.

Quickly, I avert my gaze and bat my long eyelashes, embarrassed to have stared for so long. I just couldn't help it. He was like The Batman, but if he were younger, thicker and attractive.

"Good! You're awake." He closed his laptop with a satisfying snap. "Can you tell me what you last remember."

My heart skips a beat, whether it be from what I had consumed or his alluring looks, and I fan my face before answering.

"I-I don't remember m-much....just e-eating dinner with m-y my father and The Batman before pa-passing out. Gasp! Am I gonna die?!" I yelp in womanly fright.

"No!" He said, "you've just been resting, your body is healthy." Although he sounded a little unsure. "Do you know exactly what you had eaten?"

"A nice cauliflower rice with a finely grilled and seasoned rotisserie chicken?" I answer quickly with a dead serious face. "I recommend the rice, it's pretty good when paired with the chicken."

"Uhm...not exactly." He pressed a new button on this silly little wrist thing he had. "Batman will be here briefly to explain the situation to you, he would also like to ask you a few questions."

My heart shatters just thinking about The Batman replacing this hunk. A crime, truly. I don't even know his name....sigh.

"And...y-your name?" I put on the dramatics, eyelash batting up-ing to 100. A whole ant farm could be blown away with such wind power.

Definitely not disturbed and inching towards the door, he flashed me a charming grin that made me flush. "You can call me Nightwing."

The Batman unfortunately chose this moment to arrive, sweeping through the door, long cape billowing behind him. "I need to ask you a few questions about your father. Then, I can explain the situation to you."

"Oh? That's it? Haha, silly, that's simple." I scootch up in my bed. "My dad's a vampire, obviously...little hair piece and pointy fangs. He's kinda old, given his mushy potato like face--. Y'know, I keep telling him to invest in a good face wash and some lotions, just to keep a little youth to his face, but he doesn't like listening to me. He prefers to use 'the blood of virgins', whatever that is, its clearly not working."

He nodded coldly, but not unkindly. "I see, how old would you say your father is, specifically?"

I tap my soft little face in thought, "40? Maybe 50? That's ancient right? And he's a vampire, so like....that's in vampire years. Making him WAY ancient."

"What would be your estimate in human years."

My narrow, feminine shoulders shrug, "Idk, 200." I smile brightly, pleased with my answer.

He looked like he disagreed but didn't say anything, "and how old are you?"

I shrug once again, plainly. "18? Birthdays aren't typically something we celebrate in my household. Why? I look pretty young? Thank you!"

"How often would you say your father eats?"

I sigh a hearty sigh and look down at my lap."....pretty often. Most nights I'm forced to eat in my room alone like a little medieval child. No offense, truly. And when he is home he doesn't wanna eat with me either! He says his appetite is absolutely and utterly ruined whenever he sees me eat or even just look his way. Whatever that's supposed to mean. I just don't understand how he feels, I wish he would express more..."

His face remained impressively stoic, "are you aware of what your father eats?"

I almost scoff at his goofy question. "Well humans of course, you silly bat. What else would a vampire eat? GARLIC?! Never, he needs to keep a good figure."

"Are you also....a vampire?" He seemed uncertain asking this, which was fair considering my lack of vampire traits.

"I mean he's my father, of course I'm part vampire. I have a few of his traits looks-wise, but whenever I mention I have any sort of similarity to him, he gags and walks away."

He looks at me with an unmoving and uninterested expression, so I look away ashamed.

"But no...no I'm not like him. I'm not cool, I'm just...plain old me. No fangs"

He tapped a few things on his little wrist thingy before checking the little chart at the bottom of my bed. "Nightwing told me you remember everything that happened last night. But you don't seem to be aware of what exactly you had eaten."

I sigh, exasperated. "Am I not allowed to enjoy cauliflower rice anymore? Ugh, why put it on the table if I can't eat it?"

"That's...not what you ate. What you ate was an accident artifact related to the goddess Nyx. Your father and I were supposed to reach a deal yesterday, and in exchange I would be given possession of the artifact."

"Oh! Did the deal go well?"

He paused like I just said something dumb. "Your father...in exchange, he's given us full custody of you."

"But...why would he do that? I thought he loved me." My soft feminine face scrunches into sadness and betrayl, "So...you're my father now? I don't wanna call you daddy."

He looks pained by my suggestion but shakes it off and returns to his soulless expression.

"I've researched this artifact extensively, but there isn't any data of what exactly happens when it's consumed--"

"So I'm gonna explode?!" I screech, straining my petite vocal cords.

"Explode? Why would...no, you are not going to 'explode', but it is important that we keep you here to analyze how you're handling the sudden exposure of this artifact. Does your body feel different to you in anyway?"

"Different? Different how? Different as in I'm gonna explode or different like I just ran a lap and am now a bodybuilder? I dont want that extra muscle." I say, tone serious. 

The corner of his mouth twitches in what could possibly be annoyance, but I'm not sure. He looks down with a sigh before  locking eyes with me.

"No....like," he paused, "well I have to leave and attend to other matters. Try to relax here and someone will come around shortly to check on you."

He whips around, heading for the door. His dramatically long cape flowing rather elegantly behind him, as if he'd practiced in the mirror countless times before perfection. I watch him leave with a smile before hearing a rather disturbing noise. My stomach.

I pat my rumbling tummy. "Shitting time, huh?"

Carefully, I hobble out of the hospital bed, my bare ass hanging out of the open back of the hospital gown. An unpleasant breeze passing by as I wobble over to the bathroom. The shit I've held in for too long finally taking a toll.

The dim yellow lights of the unusual bathroom would usually bother me, as I'm not such a lady to poop in strange places I've never been to before. But deseprste times call for desperate measures.

Plopping onto the frigid seat of the toilet, I begin pushing. My eyes shutting so that I can focus on other matters besides my current location and bowel movements.

Since the moment I've woken up, I've been bombarded with questions and strange faces, one being not so strange but rather attractive, wink wink. And knowledge that my own father has abandoned me. I would have never thought he would do such a thing, not in a million years - If he even lives that long.

My thoughts get disrupted as the strain gets into disastrous territory, my hand reaching out for the wall. A deep breath helps me concentrate back on my inner monolog.

I have also learnt that for some odd reason, this random, important object had somehow landed in my dinner last night and I'd ended up eating it. FYI, not my fault.

And now, now! Now I don't even know what shall happen to me. I might explode, I dont know, The Batman wasn't all that clear on that part. And to make matters worse, I'm trying to shit in a strange toilet in a strange hospital surrounded by strange people. I mean...no wonder I can't poop, the strain of my reality would be too much for ANY proper lady. God truly does give his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.

Suddenly, I'm snapped back to reality. The reality where I'm still in the bathroom fighting for my very life and when I thought things couldn't get much worse, the lights start flickering. First they lightly flicker but soon it begins to pick up and before I know it, the lights are flickering so fast they coukd be mistaken for strobe lights. My heart picks up rapidly and I begin to wonder if Satan himself will reach his hand through this toilet and drag me down to the pits of hell himself. Just because I enjoyed a little cauliflower rice with a side of accidental ancient artifact. Am I shitting it out right now?

I yelp as I'm suddenly bathed in darkness as the light bulbs pop. The straining of my bowel movements the least of my worries at this point, but it's still pretty high up there. My ass is feeling vulnerable.

My hand that still remains on the bathroom wall begins clutching on for dear life when I begin feeling my body slipping into what feels like a cool bath. The kind of bath that had before been boiling hot but after relaxing in for too long has turned into a chilly, liquid mess.

"No, no, no!" I begin chanting to myself, as if it will help me anymore than the stupid washroom wall.

"Help." I squeak in my coquette voice before being sucked into the darkness.

[starstruckwillows]

swan boat for Marauders era!! or st idm! also, i am saying as much as i can remember ab myself (this is messy)

i'm a little awkward guy LMFAO, i'm usually in the background a lot 💔💔 i get nervous when all the attention is on me irl (online i love it icl) and i'm really oblivious (i thought all my trauma was normal).. i've got mommy AND daddy issues but i've got an okay relationship with both of them?? i listen to a plethora of genres LMAO, atm my favourites are metal an classical music (i heart kpop though, esp skz). i've watched all of those silly sigma male movies like american psycho and fight club, i loved both of them!! i like shows like the walking dead, the last of us , game of thrones, and house of the dragon as well. i've got about 108 books, and my american psycho era went so bad i even bought the book LMAO. i'm currently getting into classic books as well!! currently reading crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky. ALSO, one of my favourite things i wear daily are my glasses cos they've got square rims!! i watch anime, my favourites atm is attack on titan and devilman crybaby. i think i'm a faily monotone person? i don't think i can express excitement very well even if i wanted to 😭😭 i have horrible memory, i lose my phone easily but i find it pretty easily. i'm desentizised to a lot of things on the internet, say a lot of out of pocket stuff, and i've considered therapy a lot these past few weeks. i leave people on delivered (i respond to close friends dw), the longest so far is a year. at the moment my favourite movies are lord of the rings + the hobbit (all movies), american psycho, fight club, MIDSOMMAR!!!, batman 2022 and joker 2019. i bawl my eyes out when im angry, i'm a picky eater, i've got 0 game and the humour of a 13 year old boy, i am obsessed with hannibal (i havent even watched the show), ozzy osbourne, mads mikkelsen, pedro pascal, and tlou. This might seem really bitchy but favourite moments when im hanging out w friends is when we talk absolute shit LMFAO it's always so entertaining. I feel musicin my body and it's so good!! my favourite bands/artists are kittie, deftones, slipknot, black sabbath, metallica, the smiths, LADY GAGA, arctic monkeys, tyler the creator, lana del rey, RAMMSTEIN, korn, mortician, cannibal corpse, the smashing pumpkins, queen, DAVID BOWIE, mötley crüe, and megadeth!! i dont care what my family has to say about me LMAO, i aim to be more successful than them!!! (i probs will be tbh) my least favourite moments with my mum is when we argue and she just doesnt stop!! idc what shes saying its just the fact that she still has stuff to say but what shes doing is repeating the same stuff LMFAO, it's always a bit funny but its annoying cos she just doesnt stop. I'm a lesbian AND PROUD!!! been a lesbian for ages, but i'm so down bad for a lot of famous men and fictional characters. i've read fanfiction ab vecna, pennywise and barney. I used to play the violin, i played the piano a bit at school but i wanna play an electric guitar or drums!! also i'm like 5'1 LMFAO, in my defence i'm half filipino. the other half is australian (british). I lose motivation for things easily, my favourite videogame atm is minecraft, i lack empathy and its really awks when i have to comfort somebody LMAO MOST OF THE TIME I KIND OF STAND THERE AND GIVE THEM SPACE ☹️ my personality type is intp and i'm in slytherin if that means anything SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LMAO also i think im tweaking but thatsnake is really far down???

- 🐍

lesbians who love david bowie, the smiths, minecraft, and fictional men? we are one and the same :)

🦢

i ship you with james potter!!

awkward and background? not if he has anything to say about it. of course, if that's where you need to be sometimes for your own quiet space, he respects that, but he'll never let you be on the sidelines of something you want to be a part of. will listen to all of your music, to impress you, even if it's not his taste. despite popular opinion, james has no actual game, it's all a bluff. the two of you will dance around it for ages before actually going out. dates will be you introducing him to muggle tv and watching his brain implode. and you two are definitely (for some reason) having a war on who can scare the other more from jumping out at random alcoves. he isn't that jumpy though. james does not read, not even for you, but he'll like you to read to him even if he isn't listening to the words so much as your voice.

[semi-imaginary-place]

bnha manga thoughts

historically speaking, american foreign involvement is.. iffy. if the cia are involved things are probably going to get worse im looking at like a good chunk of latin america and the banana wars. arguably some of the more publicized stuff helped like taiwan, south korea, germany, and japan are doing pretty well for themselves, and the financial/logistics backing for europe and now ukraine (well the ww2 stuff was pure war profiteering). and then there's inherent abuses of the us industrial military complex, tax payer money to line the pockets of weapons manufacturers and defense contractors, preying on the poor with funding from tax dollars, the rampant abuse and all the crimes that get covered, the lack of regulation in general so you have human rights abuses environmental damage military bases usually poison the surrounding areas.

332: hmm we're too early in this fight. i think some of the pilots will die.

335: holy shit if those hagakure is the spy than the conspiracy theorists got it right. i remember there was this old fan theory circa 2017? 2018? which posited hagakure was the spy because how else did someone so weak get into ua like she can turn invisible and that's it. and how narratively she hadn't done anything while everyone else how a few pages at least. at the time i thought it was a cool idea for an otherwise boring character but the lack of evidence stopped me from going all in on it. in the early arc its said? implied? that there's a spy in UA and people were able to logic and reason it down to probably being a student (i dont remember how they ruled teachers out). hagakure was suspect number 1 but there were a couple other 1 A put up.

336: oh yeah the secret forest training camp. and yeah aoyama was the other one speculated to be a spy. the other conspiracy theoriests got it right!

348: i still say mirko should have put knives on her feet.

353: did shouto magically heal dabi's chest area????

362: oh so this is what everyone was screaming about. i wonder if horikoshi would actually kill off such a popular character. hmm we shall see. on one hand we had that final coming to terms with deku and choosing to fight as well as the rain. but this also feels rather stupid for bakugou (dynamight. ah i remember people headcanoning that too). like bakugou through out has shown excellent battle sense and judgement, he makes clever plays, and he's good at taking care of himself to foil midoriya who destroys himself during battles, so to misjudge shigaraki so much is odd.

363: heart ripped to shreds, chapter title. yeah that sounds pretty dead. though i would never discount the power of anime.

364: the power of anime. though i dont get why edgeshot has to die besides for the drama. like if you think about conservation of matter a heart is only a few pounds while an adults is over 100 pounds, like he should only have to give up an arm or something (and then he can join the growing amputee club).

365: ah question answered. i love mirko. even if the shrinking number of limbs is concerning.

366: this is the story of how mirio saved the world with his fat cheeks.

370: oh shouji. he kept his mouth covered because he didn't want to freak people out. m

[nickspersonalbullshit]

watching “the sinner” which is great at suspense-keep -watching-just-one-more tv. tho the plot is always wild in some fashion.

but a major element of season 4 is siblings/parents doing *anything* for their sibling/child…

idk if i would. the stakes in the show are so so high. but i dont know what the limit would be in terms of “protecting” my family. i feel like it would be shamefully low?

but also, no way in hell would i expect them to do shit for me. not sure i would want them to? but i know better than to expect help from them lol. and zero chance they would (presently, i know my parents at least have in the past) do anything that would cause them moderate inconvenience for my benefit.

also clearly im selfish and narcissistic to believe they don’t do things for benefit. but god damn. after not receiving a peep while they were out spending thanksgiving with my other two siblings. and so many years of them not acknowledging my birthday. and just a ton of lack of consideration towards me, like, 3 out of every 4 times we interact…it just bums me out

i feel like i know im *supposed to* be the support i want for myself, and build non-traditional relationships that can bridge the gap that my lack of satisfying familial relationships leaves me with, but i have social anxiety and low self esteem. its all easier said than done. plus im lazy and take poor care of my wellness, so putting in extra work to accomplish these things feels really insurmountable.

with my birthday coming up, i want to try and use it as a marking point to develop some new, better habits that can train myself to build up the strength to solve my internal problems for myself. i’ve also debated trying to part with my tendency toward greed/evade the panic of being(…poor? idk) that has been preventing me from signing up for therapy. work is also seeking new insurance providers, so there’s hope that we’ll be getting better coverage in the new year…cuz online therapy is still $400-ish a month without guaranteed results…that part of the problem, too, that i only want therapy if it can ‘efficiently’ help improve my life to make it “worth it”. im consistently afraid to risk anything.

clearly my mind is off kilter. i think things that are not logical. perhaps id write a letter to my therapist to try to get into some deep shit early. im shameless about considering myself introspective, so “proving” that i have correctly analyzed my issues to a professional via written letter is a good choice🙃😐i’d probably scare them away and get a referral to a psych ward just so they won’t have to deal with my narcissism

(side thought, i sometimes see random promoted tweets and they often overlap with psychology influencers, that love to post shit that selfish bitches like me will read and say “oh that’s so me”…recent hits have been that i have no friends bc my parents rarely showed how they interacted with friends, which they had few of and saw on second-tier holidays. there was another one i wanted to link to the thoughts in the paragraph above, but now i cant remember it)

the sinner is a cool show. i rarely like male leads, and as i said above, it has wild plot lines(spoiler: specifically, they often rely on closing loops by zooming out to add another crime ring on an even bigger scale, or inflating the importance of side character we barely saw in the background of early scenes, but by the last episode or two, they are so pivotal to the plot’s unfolding explanation…there’s no way you could guess it).

but it often is telling life lessons and how to be a better, more at-peace and managing-your-struggles kind of person.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Silco x Reader: Unlikely alliance

Summary: Marcus' mistakes lead him to drag you into his secret business. What you didn't expect was how you would end up feeling about the man behind it all.

You were an enforcer and as an enforcer your job was to protect the citizens of Piltover. Still here you were, all dressed up in your uniform. Bearing absolutely no weapons except for the flashlight that could be used as a weapon in an emergency. While stumbling after Marcus as he led you to god knows where.

You’d never been one to question orders. If someone told you something needed to be done, you’d make sure it got done, no questions asked. So, when Marcus made his way to you on one of your patrols and asked you to follow him you did as he asked. It wasn’t an unusual situation. To be honest there were lots of times where you’d be pulled away from your official post to resolve something else. It was just a part of the job. Sometimes you wondered if this lack of organization was what allowed some of the crimes to occur, but you never spoke your thoughts aloud.

You followed Marcus in silence observing your surroundings as you went, a habit you’d picked due to your job. It all seemed normal to you, just another day going to fix something that needed to be fixed. But then you made it to the bridge and Marcus didn’t stop walking. Instead, he continued his trajectory, moving towards the undercity. Your feet stopped for a moment, pausing at the edge of the bridge as you tried to understand what you were doing. Marcus seemed to feel your hesitation because he turned around from where he stood, his gaze going to your still frame.

“Come on, we don't have all day.”

You opened your mouth in questioning only to close it again, shaking your head as you did so. Your feet started moving again, boots clanging against the bridge as you went.

You weren’t afraid of the undercity you’d gone down there countless times because of your job and there wasn’t anything that frightening. Sure, the crime rate was higher than on Topside and the robberies were more constant, but it was just another part of town and people did what they had to do to survive. If that meant becoming criminals, then that's what people would become.

Even so, you still wondered what you were doing down here. You’d heard some other enforcers talking about some cargo being stolen by some Firelights some days ago, but it didn’t really seem like your problem. After all the cargo belonged to the undercity and the thieves were also from the undercity. If anything, you should stay out of it and let them work it out themselves. But then again you were in charge of protecting the citizens of Piltover. All the citizens of Piltover, which meant the ones from the Lanes as well.

Marcus made a sharp turn without warning, making you lose him from your view for a moment before realizing where he went. You stood at the end of a long alleyway at its end something seemed to be glowing brightly, causing the alley to gain a greenish glow. You walked cautiously, trying to look at the floor through the darkness to not trip on anything. Then you remembered you had your flashlight at your hip. You grabbed the metallic handle turning it around in your hand before turning it on. The moment you clicked the button a bright streak of light shone on the floor, allowing you to see better. Marcus turned abruptly at the sudden brightness.

“Turn that thing off!”

“I can’t see where I’m going in the dark.”

“You're gonna give our position away with that thing.”

So, this was supposed to be something on the down low after all. You turn off the flashlight waiting for your eyes to adjust the darkness once again.

“In my defense you didn’t say anything about staying hidden.”

Marcus looked at you or at least you thought he was looking at you. It was hard to tell in the dark.

“Just follow the green light.”

You glanced at the end of the ally nodding at Marcus to let him know you understood. You guessed he saw you nod because he started moving again. With you trailing behind him once more.

The more you walked towards the light the brighter its glow became. You wondered what was casting such a bright light until you got to the end of the alley and were greeted by none other than The Last Drop. You glanced at the bright eye in front of the bar, your eyes squinting at its brightness. You turned to look at Marcus beside you. His face was grim, the green glow flashing against his features. He seemed worried and for a split second you felt a twinge of fear. But it went away as soon as you looked at the building again.

You knew about The Last Drop, anyone who knew anything about Piltover did. It was one of the main attractions people looked for in the undercity and by looking at it you could understand why.

It seemed like a lot of fun.

The music was loud, and you could feel the vibrations on the floor beneath your feet. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture yourself dancing along with the other patrons. Against your better judgment your feet began tapping along with the rhythm. It was almost impossible to see the movement but if you cared enough to look down, you’d be able to tell what was happening. Lucky for you Marcus seemed more concerned with the bar in front of you then with whatever you were doing with your body. You were about to turn to the side and start walking to whatever possible destination you were supposed to be going to when Marcus began walking, his feet taking him to The Last Drop.

The surprise was clear on your face. Out of all the places in the undercity the last one you were expecting to be going to be this one. The Last Drop was a bar, people were always getting in trouble in bars. That was just a fact. It wasn’t an enforcers business to deal with the conflicts that happened in there, the own citizens of the undercity always handled it. It was a sort of unspoken rule that you all followed. Unless someone asked for your presence there you would stay out of the way.

Marcus continued walking towards the door completely oblivious to the way you were still frozen in your spot. Then he raised his arm making a gesture of ‘come on’ with his hand without even turning to face you. You snapped out of your thoughts rushing to join him at his position. You stood behind him as he nodded to one of the guards waiting for a moment before they let the two of you through. Your stomach clenched as you looked around the place, watching as people danced and drank. All of them unaware of your presence.

For some reason the scene made you feel excited, the electric feel of the air rubbing off on you and making you feel like you were buzzing with energy. You observed Marcus’s frame in front of you. Unlike your own his body was tense, his hands clenching and unclenching as he walked. You felt a pair of eyes on your back, causing you to turn around. Your gaze landed on a woman leaning against a wall in one of the corners. You looked at the poncho like cloth that covered half of her frame, wondering what she could be hiding beneath it. Your attention was brought back to Marcus as he called your name, shunning your behavior with just his expression.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know, no one informed me why I’m here yet.”

“You’ll see soon enough. Come on, he doesn't like to be kept waiting.”

Who the hell was he? You were going to ask Marcus what he meant when you noticed he was leading you to a staircase. You kept quiet, moving rapidly in order to catch up with Marcus’s speed walking. The feeling of being watched came back, making you turn around again. The woman you’d seen earlier was at the edge of the stairs, seemingly blocking your way back down. You brushed it off, your gaze going back to Marcus as you continued following him.

The two of you made your way to a door. Marcus knocked on it slowly waiting for some type of confirmation. A voice came from the other side. The tone was one you had a feeling you’d heard before but couldn’t quite remember where.

“Come in.”

Marcus opened the door to reveal an office. Unlike the rest of the place this room felt highly professional. Most likely it belonged to a businessman by the way it was arranged. You sauntered in after Marcus standing behind him as you waited for the next move. Your body went to position itself in a resting pose, one you’d often adopt when on duty. Your eyes went around the room, scanning your surroundings as they searched for the owner of the voice you’d heard earlier. Then the chair behind the desk turned around to reveal none other than the boogeyman of the undercity himself.

Silco.

He was seated in the leather chair, his eyes glued to some papers in his hand. He placed them on his desk, letting out a sigh before raising his face to look up at Marcus. You’d heard loads of stories about Silco. People always loved to exaggerate the truth, but this was a whole other level.

You looked at the man in the chair and could find nothing remotely threatening about him. Even his scar seemed less gruesome than people's descriptions. He was, well…he was kind of handsome. It should have shocked you but for some reason it didn’t. The man who sat in front of you was nothing other than that, a man.

“Ah Sevika, you came. Good, close the door behind you.”

Your gaze went from the man in front of you to the woman at the door, immediately recognizing her as the one you’d felt watching you earlier. You watched as she entered the room, closing the door as she did so. You turned your attention back to Silco, observing him as he watched Marcus.

“What is it now Marcus?”

“People are getting suspicious. They got a new counselor and he’s starting to connect the dots.”

“Well? Make it so he doesn’t connect the dots. That is what I pay you for, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but with everything that's been happening-”

“You know how I feel about excuses, Marcus. Do your job and we won’t have a problem. Here, for your troubles.”

Silco slid a bag of coins onto his desk. Marcus took it, stuffing it in his pocket. You watched the exchange, a look of surprise etched on your features.

“Now that that’s all… who’s this?”

Silcos gaze found you for the first time. His eyes burned into your frame as he looked at you, the shock still very much present on your face.

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about. Since people are getting suspicious, I thought it might be best for someone else to handle business with you for a while. To keep them off the trail.”

“So, you are capable of having a good idea after all. What’s your name?”

You looked at Silco, noticing just how different his eyes were from each other.

Not revolting at all, more like intriguing.

You told him your name watching him repeat it to himself, shuddering slightly at how easily it rolls off his tongue.

“This will work just fine. Sevika, make sure the others are told we have a new business partner.”

You heard the door open behind you as Sevika exited the room. Silcos gaze didn’t leave you as he spoke, making you feel exposed even though your uniform covered you quite well.

“I suggest that next time you wear something less…threatening. I don’t want you spooking away my patrons.”

“Sorry to disappoint. No one informed me there was a dress code.”

Silco regarded you for a moment, surprised at your snarky comment. Not many had the guts to talk back to him. It was refreshing to see someone who didn’t let his reputation scare them.

He was starting to like you.

You had spunk and were easy on the eyes. Okay scratch that you weren’t just easy on the eyes, you were gorgeous. If it weren’t for your outfit or the way you stood, he could almost imagine you down at the bar, dancing and drinking the night away. That’s when he noticed your leg moving slightly. He lowered his gaze to your feet watching as you moved them to the beat of the music outside. His eyes went back to your face, a small smirk gracing his lips.

“Well, if that's all I must ask you two to leave. I’m a very busy man.”

“Right, we won’t keep you. Come on.”

“I hope to see you soon, dear.”

With that you and Marcus exited the room.

The entire way home your body buzzed with energy, Silcos words repeating themselves over and over in your head. He’d called you dear and even though it should make you feel concerned that was the last thing you were feeling.

What was this man doing to you?

The next few days were quiet. No word from Silco or from Marcus. You went on with your days the same as always. You’d wake up, get ready for work, do your rounds, help whoever needed your assistance and then go home for the night.

It was just another day when it happened. You’d walked into your apartment the same way you had for years now, throwing your hat on the coatrack you had in your entryway before slipping out of your boots, leaving them near the door. You entered your living room, flipping on the light as you went. The plan was to take a shower and wash out the grime from the day's work, but when you entered your bedroom, something caught your eye.

On top of your bed was a box.

It was wrapped in a dark red paper and looked to have something tied to it. You grabbed the small blade you had on your dresser slowly making your way towards the package. You thought of wrapping something around your nose in case there was some sort of drug or chemical waiting for you to get near enough to be released. The thought went away the moment you noticed the gold ‘S’ on the black envelope atop the box.

Silco.

Your hands moved away from your frame, making their way to the gift. You grabbed the envelope, opening it with the blade you’d been carrying. Carefully you pulled out the piece of paper inside, turning it over in your hand before reading what was on it. There was only one line, written in a neat cursive you imagined was Silcos. The note read: “I require your presence. The same place as last time. Wear what’s in the box.”

You placed the note on your bed moving to the nicely wrapped box. You tore at the red wrapping paper, wondering why Silco had waisted so much energy on something like this. Appearances matter, you reminded yourself.

Once the paper was gone all you had to do was open the box. Your eyes scanned its contents trying to understand what you were looking at. Your hand went to the velvety type of fabric inside the box pulling it out to reveal some sort of jacket. It was black with something embroidered in gold near the chest area. It wasn’t like what you usually wore but you had to admit it did look rather nice. You placed the jacket on your bed making sure not to wrinkle it. Your eyes went to the note. There was no time specified in Silcos instructions. But considering he knew when your job ended for the day you guessed he’d be expecting you already.

You went to your bathroom taking a shower before stumbling to your closet. After picking out an outfit you thought would match the jacket and was up to Silcos ‘dress code’ you went to your mirror, stopping only to grab the jacket. You looked at your reflection, placing the jacket on your body and being surprised at how perfectly it fit on your frame. Once you thought you were ready you made your way to your door, locking it before making your way out into the street.

Your shoes clanged against the bridge as you made your way to the undercity. Instead of going the way Marcus had led you last time you decided to ask for instructions. You entered one of the shops, looking around its contents while you waited for someone to come greet you. Almost everything in here was some sort of illegal.

“You lost, kid?”

“I was wondering what the fastest way to The Last Drop was.”

“Guessing you're not from here then.”

“Not from this part of town, no.”

You saw the small mischievous glint cross the owner's face as he regarded you. Then he glanced down at your clothes, and something shifted in his features, his confidence leaving him as fear took its place. He stuttered for a moment looking from your face to your clothes before rushing to explain the best trajectory for you to get to your destination. You thanked him as you left, observing the way he seemed to shrink into himself at your gaze.

With your new directions you made it to The last drop a lot faster than you had the other night and instead of coming up slightly to the buildings side you appeared directly in front of it. Once again being greeted by the brightly lit green eye. You made your way to the door, flashing a smile at one of the guards as he opened the door for you. The place was packed, even more so than the last time you’d been here. You glanced around looking for something.

Then you saw her.

Sevika was slouched on a corner with a bottle of alcohol between her lips. She saw you looking at her, turning to whisper something to the guy next to her. He turned to look in your direction nodding his head before making his way to you. You watched him stumble as he went clearly high on something.

“Sevika said she’ll get you when the boss is ready.”

“Okay thanks.”

“Sure thing. Oh, and don’t forget to have fun while you wait.”

You looked around the place watching people dancing and drinking, the electric buzz of air making you relax a bit. You turned to the guy, smiling at him.

“Any suggestions?”

He grinned at you putting his finger out as to tell you to wait before rushing to the music box on the far corner. You watched as he went. A different beat began to play, something much faster than the one playing before. You found yourself bobbing your head to the beat, feeling the vibration of the music in your veins as you moved. You turned around making your way to a crowded area you were guessing was the dance floor. The crowd parted for you as you went, looks of distrust being seen on some people’s faces but when you began dancing any aversion disappeared. You closed your eyes feeling the way people's bodies moved around you with the rhythm of the song. You didn’t know who that guy you talked to was, but you had to admit he knew how to pick a jam.

Time flew by. Pretty soon you couldn’t tell if you’d been here for minutes or hours. You understood why the place was so popular. The atmosphere itself was intoxicating. In here you didn’t feel like an enforcer, you felt like you. Just you and nothing else. It was something you were sure many people searched for.

You’d been dancing with one of the guys in the crowd when you felt someone grab your elbow. You turned around to face whoever touched you. Sevika was in the crowd. Except that it wasn’t really a crowd anymore, since everyone seemed to move out of her way. You looked up at her, a grin still plastered on your face.

“He’s ready for you.”

That snapped you back to reality. You weren’t here just for the hell of it, Silco asked you to come. You straighten your back, hands fumbling to smooth out your clothes before moving to your hair.

“Okay, lead the way.”

Sevika let out a scoff, turning around as she moved to your new destination. She led you to Silcos office, opening the door for you once you arrived. You expected her to come in behind you but instead she closed the door, leaving you alone with Silco. He was in the same place as when you’d first met him. This time however there were no papers in his hands, in their place was a cigar. You watched him take a drag of the cigar, releasing the smoke through his nostrils.

“Looks like you had fun.”

“I have to hand it to you. This place is great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive in years.”

“Well, I'm glad. Anyone give you any trouble?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Good, the jacket worked then.”

“What does the jacket have to do with anything?”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s nice. Still wondering how you made it perfectly my size.”

“Your file had your measurements.”

Right, you’d forgotten they took your measurements to make your uniform.

“And how exactly did you get my file?”

“I have my ways.”

“Uhum. You still didn’t answer my other question.”

“That symbol near your chest, I'm sure you noticed it.”

“Yeah, but what about it?”

“Come now dear. Think, where have you seen it before?”

You glanced at the symbol embroidered into your jacket trying your hardest to remember where you knew it from. Then it hit you.

“You have one in front of the bar. The big neon eye.”

“Very good.”

“What does it mean?”

“It means you're my property.”

The smile on your face dropped confusion gracing your face before anger took its place. The nerve this man had to say something like that and while smirking, nonetheless. Your hand wrapped around the jacket pulling it with such force you were surprised it didn’t rip.

“Now you listen here. Just because Marcus decided to pull me into his mess doesn’t mean I’m into it. And it sure as hell doesn't mean I belong to you.”

“I know that.”

“Then why did you- “

“Do you know what they would do if they found out what you really were? They’d tear you apart just for fun.”

“I can handle myself just fine.”

“I’m sure you can but I didn’t want to risk it.”

“Did you give Marcus one of these? I'm sure he had a blast finding out what it meant.”

“He never got one.”

“Why not?”

“You’re special and he’s not.”

You shut up at that, the words you’d prepared dying on your lips at Silcos answer. He seemed to sense your confusion, moving to join you on the other side of the desk.

“Sit.”

You did as you were told, leaning into the chair Silco gestured to with his hand. He sat down next to you, taking a drag of his cigar before offering it to you. You shook your head, not daring to meet his gaze.

“You see, dear. Marcus doesn’t understand this, and he never will. His loyalty to me is born out of his fear and his greed. It blinds him. Makes him see me the way they all do.”

“A boogeyman.”

“Yes. But you are different. You didn’t cower. Even though you had no clue what was happening you kept your head high. It made me respect you. And tonight, seeing the way you acted down there, well let’s just say I’ve grown fond of you.”

You turned to look at him once again, noticing just how handsome he really was. Silco looked at the jacket you’d thrown on the floor. His hands moved to grab it, lifting it from the ground before placing it on your thigh. You looked at it.

“Please wear it. You don’t belong to me but let them think that you do. It’s safer that way.”

You let out a sigh, grabbing the fabric on your thigh and putting it on your frame. Silcos hand moved to your body. His fingers smoothing the fabric of the jacket before they went to trace the eye embroidered near your chest. You watched him, observing the way he looked tenderly at you.

“I am not yours.”

Yet at least.

“Of course, dear.”

You looked down at your clothes once again, watching the way the gold shone against the black fabric of the jacket.

“But thank you. It did work earlier. Made it so I didn’t have to deal with some creep. So, you know, guess that’s something.”

You noticed the way Silcos' frame tensed at your confession. You placed your hand on his leg making him look into your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.”

“You’ve made that very clear.”

“Can’t have you thinking I'm some wounded creature you have to save. Doesn’t really make me an appealing business partner now does it?”

“Suppose not.”

“Thanks for tonight I had…fun.”

“I’m sure you have somewhere to be. You’re free to go.”

You got up from your seat making your way to the door but before you left you turned around.

“See you soon Silco.”

With that you exited the room. Leaving Silco to whisper to himself.

“The sooner the better.”

Things in Topside were getting kind of hectic. With the theft of the gemstone and Jayce’s new inquisitive mindset it was getting harder to get him off your trail. Your visits with Silco were already few and with this new blockade Jayce ordered they had become practically impossible.

You were on duty one night, just waiting around with the other enforcers. Marcus was there too, his own way of showing Jayce he was on his side and avoiding suspicion. You’d been messing with a chunk of rock when one of the others shouted something about people on the bridge. You all rushed to your positions. The lights blinded you as they were turned on. You weren’t the only one, the people on the bridge also were stunned by the intensity. When your eyes adjusted to the brightness you turned to look at who was on the bridge, finding two figures one you recognized. You looked at Caitlyn, a fellow enforcer you’d been somewhat close to.

“Sir, I have proof. Silcos behind everything.”

You turned to look at Marcus, searching for any cracks in his facade and finding none. He moved towards the two, signaling the rest of you to stay at ease.

“Show me.”

The young boy you didn’t know turned to look at Caitlyn, hesitating slightly before opening the package he was holding to reveal the stolen gemstone. Your eyes looked at the glowing orb wondering just how he’d gotten his hand on it. That’s when Marcus pulled out his gun, shooting the boy in the chest before shifting the gun to point at Caitlyn. He reached down, grabbing the package in his hands. The other enforcers moved forward but you hung back a bit, observing what was happening and trying to decide your next move.

Then the firelights came. More of them than you’d ever seen in your life flying around and latching themselves onto the other enforcers. You watched the bugs curiously, sticking your finger out for them as they flew around you. One of them landed on your finger, its wings opening and closing.

That’s when you noticed something was wrong.

This firelight didn’t look right, for some reason it looked fake. Your brain realized what it was a second before it happened, giving you just enough time to shake the contraption of your finger before it exploded. But there were so many of them that it didn’t make a difference. Your body flew into the air at the force of the explosion, hitting the floor with a thud. You felt your whole-body sting just before everything turned black.

As you came back into consciousness your entire body felt like it was broken, you’d be surprised if all your ribs were still intact. You tried to move yourself but the pain that shot through you made you scream. You opted for only moving your eyes. It was hard to see due to the smoke, but you noticed something on the ground not too far away from you. Unlike the other bodies that surrounded you this one wasn’t dressed in an enforcers uniform. You couldn’t tell from where you were who they were, but you could see a bit of blue surrounding their body. Your brain went to Caitlyn, but it couldn’t be her. She didn’t have that much hair and the shade was completely different. You thought of yelling to them, but they were in much worse shape than you and there was no way you could help them. You turned your eyes to the opposite side, trying to see if anyone was around to give you some aid. You were about to give up when you heard a voice you recognized.

“Jinx!”

Your gaze went to where his voice came from, searching through the dust and smoke for his lean frame. You saw him crouch down, lifting something in his arms. And that's when you realized who it was. You’d seen her from time to time when you went to meet Silco, and he talked constantly about her, but you never met her yourself.

Jinx, his daughter.

Had she set off the explosions? It was likely. From what Silco told you she was quite handy. You watched him hold her close to his frame. He was walking away. If you weren’t fast enough, he would be too far away to hear you soon. You channeled all the energy you had left into your voice as you screamed.

“SILCO!”

You saw him stop. His frame turned around to search his surroundings, Jinx's braids swinging as he did. You could tell he was struggling to see through the smoke. The fact that you were dressed like the other enforcers probably wasn’t helping either. Knowing that he wouldn’t find you if you didn’t give him a sign you lifted your arm, groaning as a new wave of pain washed through your body, and waved.

At this point you knew you were using energy that your body didn’t have but the alternative was much worse than the pain. Your vision was starting to blur but you kept waving your hand slightly. Until you physically couldn’t anymore, your arm falling on top of your head before sliding down to your side. You tried to make out Silcos frame to see if he’d seen you.

It was a futile attempt, however. Through the smoke, dust and your blurry vision you couldn’t make out a clear image of anything farther away than a couple of inches. You let your body sag into the railing behind you, trying your hardest to keep you breathing steady. You opened your mouth in one last attempt and whispered.

“Silco…Sil…”

Just before you passed out you saw the blurry image of someone rushing to you. And then everything turned to darkness.

You woke up in pain.

Your whole body felt like it was used as a punching bag. You tried to shift your frame into a more comfortable position, stopping when a flash of pain went through your nerves. Your vision blurred slightly before going back to normal. You moved your eyes slowly, trying to understand where you were. Your gaze fell on a desk in the center of the room. You recognized it in an instant. Silcos desk. You were in his office. A small sigh escaped your lips as you relaxed.

He’d found you.

You were safe.

You heard the door open, moving your eyes to look in its direction. Sevika entered the room walking to the desk, placing two vials on top of it. You looked at the purple substance.

Shimmer.

Of course, you knew what shimmer was, everyone did. It was a popular drug due to the effects it had on your body. That being said, you’d never taken it yourself. Only ever seeing its potential in other people. You’d be lying if you weren’t curious to see how it felt but you were also scared of what it could do to you. You’d seen what happened to those who took too much. The way they’d become deformed. So addicted to it they’d go to any lengths to obtain a single vial.

Sevika stood near the desk, her eyes on your frame. You met her gaze, attempting to look tough despite your current state.

“You look like shit.”

“I’ll admit todays not one of my best days. Thanks for noticing.”

Sevika flashed you an uncharacteristic smile. You tried to return the gesture, but everything hurt too much.

“You're welcome by the way.”

“For what?”

“Who do you think brought your sorry ass here?”

So that's who you saw before blacking out.

“Upon Silcos orders of course.”

“Well, it's not like I was going to save you otherwise.”

“Woah, good to know how you feel about me.”

“Like you feel any different.”

“I would have saved you, Sevika. Orders or no orders.”

Sevika looked at you, her uninterested expression cracking a bit at your comment.

“Silco always says you're different. Guess I see what he means now.”

“Well, I aim to please. Where is he by the way?”

“Trying to fix his psycho kid. He’ll be here soon. You stay there.”

“Not like I have much of a choice.”

Sevika made her way to the door, not sparing you a second glance before shutting it behind her. Leaving you by yourself.

Silco entered his office in a rush, his mind racing as he pulled papers out of his drawers, not looking for anything, just needing a way to let out some pent-up energy. He was about to shove everything off his desk when his gaze fell on the two vials at its edge. He stared at the contents, trying to recall when he’d put them there. Then his eyes shifted to the corner of the room, falling on your sloped frame. Your head was hanging forward and your eyes were closed. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. He’d been so focused on Jinx he’d deleted the fact that you’d also been on the bridge completely from his mind.

Shoving the vials into his coat pocket Silco walked over to you, his pace faster than his usual one. He crouched down next to you, grabbing your face by the chin and lifting your head up. He called out your name tapping your cheek with his finger. Your eyes opened slightly, the weight of your head becoming a bit less predominant as you woke up.

“Well look who it is. Mr. handsome himself.”

Your words were slurred as you said them, but your spunky nature was clear through your tone. Silcos gaze moved to your chest seeing the deep red stain present on your uniform. He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out one of the vials of shimmer he’d put in there and removing the stopper before moving to put it near your lips. Your eyes widened as he did that, turning your head to the side to not allow the substance near your mouth. Silco watched your reaction, his hands pausing in midair. You moved your eyes so you could still see him with your head turned away.

“Don’t make me take that. I don’t want to be like them.”

“Like whom?”

“Like the other ones who take it. I don’t want to become addicted to it. Please don’t make me.”

The fear in your voice was apparent. It was something Silco hadn’t seen in the time he’d known you. You weren’t scared of him or of the people down here, but this purple liquid terrified you. It caught him off guard.

“It will help you, dear.”

“You're just saying that.”

“Look at me.”

You turned your face back to its prior position, looking Silco in the eyes.

“I promise you I’m telling the truth. It will help with the pain, and you won’t get addicted. I swear it.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to see if he was really being honest. Cautiously you parted your lips, letting Silco know you decided to trust him without using your words. His hands went to your chin tilting your head upwards before placing the vial on your lips, pouring the shimmer down your throat. It went down nicely. Almost like it was water and not a drug. But then your body noticed that this was another substance, moving to react in an instant. You groaned, your body launching forward into Silcos. He wrapped his hands around your back patting it lightly.

“It’s okay, it'll stop in a minute.”

Your entire body felt like there was lightning shooting through it. Everything seemed more intense. Your eyes had been shut due to the pain but now as you opened them everything looked like it was glowing. You could hear the steady strum of Silcos heart and feel the heat that came from his body as he held you. Then as quickly as it came it was gone, taking the pain you were feeling with it. You leaned back into the wall, blinking as your vision adjusted back to normal.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine. Actually, better than fine. I feel amazing.”

“Shimmer does tend to have that effect. I think one dose will do. Unless…you’d like another?”

“No. One's enough.”

“As you wish.”

Silco got up, placing the other vail back on his desk. You carefully raised yourself from the floor, leaning on the wall for support. You expected it to be a challenge, but it wasn’t. In fact, it felt even easier than normal. You looked up at Silco to find him watching you.

“What?”

“You could have died.”

“You think if I wore you jacket this wouldn’t have happened?”

It was meant to be a joke. Your way of lighting the grim mood that had swept over the room. It wasn’t really working.

“This is serious. I almost lost both of you today.”

“How is she? Jinx, I mean.”

“Alive.”

“See, we’re both okay. Plus, if I died you just had to find yourself a new business partner. No big deal.”

You gave Silco a smile, once again trying to make this less grim and once again failing miserably.

“I can’t just find someone else, you're special. How many times will I have to tell you that until you get it?”

Silco was fond of you, more than he expected to be. It was eating away at him, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.

“Hey, I’m sorry. No one has ever cared this much about me. I don’t really know how to react to the attention.”

It was true. When you’d been training to become an enforcer no one really acted concerned when you ended up injured and later on when you got the job things didn’t change. It was unusual to see someone genuinely concerned with your well-being. It felt nice knowing that someone cared, even if that someone was dangerous. If anything, the fact that Silco was the one who cared so much made it that much better.

Silco glanced at you, his mismatched eyes showing concern at your confession. He made his way to you, placing his hands on your shoulders once he got close enough. You raised your head so that you could stare into his eyes.

“I’ve lost people before, please don’t make me add you to that list.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not easy to get rid of.”

“I’m glad. Now come, there's someone I’d like you to meet.”

You were an enforcer and as an enforcer it was your job to protect the citizens of Piltover. Yet somehow you found yourself falling for its most notorious criminal. And you weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

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Out of all the mercs, which do you think would be the easiest to befriend and gain all their trust and which one would be the hardest??? And also, I really love your writing :D keep it up and have a nice day/night!!! ^^

Happy to know you enjoy my work! It's good to know I'm doing something right!

This one's going to be super quick since I've been a bit busy recently, but it should be fun. It will go in order from easiest to hardest to befriend. (Also there won't be any editing so excuse my spelling mistakes)

Pyro

You so much as smile at them and they are your best friend. Not kidding. They can and will make you a best friend after only the first time meeting you.

All you have to do to gain their trust is be kind. They won't notice if it's fake or not so even a sarcastic or strained tone won't matter as long as you're smiling and saying nice things.

Pyro is super bubbily and energetic and if you meet that energy you two are going to get along tremendously well.

You may not understand them, but they are telling you their deepest secrets all the time. Their trust in you is very noticable even after only a week of meeting them.

They are a bit- well more like extremely childish. So being their friend automatically makes you more of the adult no matter how immature you might be.

Overall they just want to be friends with any and every person they meet and you are going to be their bestest friend no matter if you want to be or not.

Scout

This man is a pretty easy friend to make. You make even a half attempt and he's your best friend on day one.

Trust is earned when you play fair. He doesn't really like cheaters, so if he challenges you and you make it a point to be as fair as possible he already believes you're a good person.

I hope you like some friendly competition because that's basically your guys' friendship is based on.

Now while you two might become great friends quickly, that doesn't necessarily mean you're going to know his deepest insecurities. That will problably take about a half a year and a loy of awkward conversations to get to.

He can be a very annoying person so being his friend takes a considerable amount of patience.

Overall he just likes having friends, even if he tries to stay macho about it.

Demo

Being his friend is pretty easy as well. He always likes to have a few drinking buddys on hand and he won't hesitate to invite along people he might not know very well

He'll gain immideate trust for you if you help him while he's drunk. Most people will leave him in a corner to wake up in so he'll take your act of kindness as a reason to keep you around.

Most of your friendship is based on achohal. Drinking together, gifting booze, encouraging others to join, you two will most likely not even remember most of your more trusting moments with eachother.

As bombastic and outgoing as he is, he's rather private about certain topics. That is unless he's black out drunk. If he's not as drunk as he usually is he won't answer questions about family or anything about the future until he feels he knows you well enough.

Demo is a bit of a handfull most days. He never turns down a dare and bar fights are common. You'll likely have to pull him off the floor a lot and he is notorious for invading personal space. So as long as your up for the challenge, he's up for being your friend.

Overall he's a drunk idiot, but he's your drunk idiot. He will be sure to make each day a little interesting

Medic

Becoming Medics friend can be...an interesting expirence. It's going to involve blood, guts and conscious surgeries and he's not going to care for those who are faint of heart.

You want to gain his trust? Well here's the thing, there is no surefire way to do that. Help him out one day and he'll appreciate it, another and he might become suspicious. The best way is probably to find some interest in his expirements. He prefurs to surround himself with like-minded people.

The biggest part of your friendship is most likely a shared interest in crimes against humanity. Two mad scientists testing on the bodies of dead 'patients'. What could go wrong?

Medic tries to hold a professional tone most of the time but will drop all of that when in battle or when expirementing. It can be hard to keep up with how quickly he switches from one to the other so try to stay aware of what's happening.

Medic doesn't have secrets. He has no shame and will tell you the most horrifying things in an upbeat tone. That, however, doesn't mean he fully trusts you. It will likely take a while before he trusts you enough to leave you alone with any of his expirements or projects. It's his life's work after all, he's not going to allow just anyone to mess with it.

Overall he doesn't mind having friends, but he isn't very open to close friends. It'll take a bit of time and prying to get him to fully trust you.

Soldier

This dude is extreamly parinoid. He's consistently second guessing his friendships and looking for double agents. So becoming his friend isn't exactly easy. You are going to have to seriously impress him for him to even think of you as anything more than a possibly traitor.

Gaining his trust can vary on many factors. Military backround? You're already up a few hundred points. Love for america? He's open to listening to you. Care for raccons? Okay maybe he isn't as hard to befriend as he tries to be.

Violence. So. Much. Violence. If he thinks you might be a good friend he's going to put you to the test. Rigorous training, sparing, tests on your patriotism, anything that he deems as important will be something he tests you on. All of them will most likely involve some sort of physical endurance. Even after you two are friend these will still be a constant in your life.

He's not good with secrets but there are a few things he keeps silent about and getting him to talk about it will likely end with you on the floor. As stated before he's a rather parinoid person and if it's something he's not willing to say out loud, it's something that you're going to have to spend years gaining enough trust for him to open up about it.

Soldier is extreamly loyal. If you're his friend he'd happily bleed to keep you safe. He'd never believe a single negative thing said about you and will side with you one everything, no matter how wrong you are. If you remain just as loyal he will become your right hand man in an instant.

Sniper

Overall Soldier's a loud, obnoxious, patriotic and still somehow very lovable person. When he cares about someone he tends to be extremely kind, be it in a more abrasive way then others. So as long as you can see past his militaristic exterior he's one hell of a friend to have.

You wanna be friends with Sniper? Yeah, good luck with that. Not only is the dude a loner, but he has hella trust issues and he sure as hell isn't here to make friends. Becoming his friend is going to take time. A lot of time. And maybe some coffee.

There isn't a singular act you could do to gain his trust. You can defend him all you want, side with him on every issue, pull him out of a near death expirence, its not going to change how little he trusts you. It's going to take all of those and a few long coversations (good luck getting him in a conversation in the first place) before he even attempts to trust you.

Your friendship relies heavily on practically. He's only going to think of trusting you if he feels you give some advantage. It will take a few heart to hearts for him to look past seeing you as someone who can help him and instead as someone he cares about.

Sniper has a lot of dark parts to him and it is only once he fully trusts you that you'll get to know that side of him exists. Secretly he really just wants to spill about his insecurities and problems but he doesn't trust that people won't use it against him. Once he does trust you his cold exterior will fade away and you'll get to know a lot about the demons he fights with.

He pulls off the calculated killer rather well. Most people believe he knows of nothing else. To anyone who's close to him however, he's quite honestly a mess. He needs someone that grounds him and if you can provide that type of friendship then he will appreciate it more that any type of heroic act you could preform.

Overall he's guarded and quiet but desperately wants someone to relate to. It will take a persistent attempt to earn his trust and even if he's your friend he still tends to keep to himself.

Heavy

Ah yes, the silent behemoth. Befriending him is going to take more than just patience. It's going to take a certain amount of willpower as well. He doesn't trust easily and you'll have to work hard to prove yourself to him, most likely on the battle field.

His trust is gained a few ways, none of which are easier than the last. First you must have some care for family. That doesn't necisarry mean that you have a family, but one of the first things he looks for in a possible friend is whether they have any strong familial values. Next you will have to prove to be strong enough to fend for yourself. He might be a human meat sheild but that doesn't mean he likes being one. He appreicates someone who can help rather than hinder him. There are many more steps afterward and you will have to pass with flying colors for him to consider it.

Your friendship will rely entirely on having eachothers back. He needs to know you are willing to stick with him no matter how dire the circumstances. You fuck up or betray him once and he will most likely never trust you again.

Heavy doesn't talk much. Whether that is because of his lack of english knowledge or simply choosing to keep his mouth shut really depends.

He doesn't hold many secrets but he does hold many dark memeories. He usually would only trust his family enough to talk to them about it but once your close enough to be considered family he will open up to you, if only a little bit.

Heavy keeps to himself most of the time and doesn't prefur to say much, if anything at all so getting to know his isn't easy and gaining his trust is even harder. He's got a family to take care of and he's not going to risk their safety by trusting someone he shouldn't have.

Spy

Ah yes, the backstabber himself. Guarded, mysterious and an annoying bastard. The path to his friendship is fog covered and honestly it can be hard to tell whether he cares for you or not. He will never announce his care or show it in any way, so good luck finding out if you're on his good side.

You want his trust? You'll have to prove you're worth trusting. Getting him out of a tough spot or siding with him is likely to earn his respect at the very least. It won't get you all the way there though. He doesn't associate with anyone that doesn't hold his type of class. You'll have to be rather poised and polished when around him.

His friendships usually end up in a love/hate dynamic. He might enjoy your company, and in doing so open a weak point for others to exploit. That's where the hate comes in. He doesn't like having people close, it makes his job harder, so no matter how much he cares he sure as hell isn't going to let it show.

Spy will never, ever, trust anyone with the knowledge of his past. He'd sooner die then let someone know anything that happened before he met them. No matter how much he trusts you, no matter how close you get, you will never have enough trust for him to tell you that.

Spy his one hell of a prick. It might all be in good fun, but he can be a little too good at getting on your nerves sometimes. It's best if you keep him in check by returning his remarks with equally devistating comebacks. He might even respect you more if you're able to match his level of prickery.

Overall he's going to remain mysterious no matter how much he may trust you. He will try to not befriend anyone, so you making an attempt to do so will likely be met with less than favorable reactions at first. Give it time and he might just consider you not as annoying as everyone else.

Engie

You thought he was a trusting guy didn't you? Well that's just what he wants you to think. Becoming his friend is a complicated process that you most likely wont even be aware of. You'll think he's your friend when really he's the farthest thing from it.

Gaining his true trust is near impossible. He has nearly everyone convinced of his friendly exterior so he almost can't afford to trust anyone to know the truth. In every case that it is possible it's entirely on accident. Maybe you seem to genuinely care for him and the guilt leaves him a bit more open to caring about you. Or the opposite can happen. You see right through his act and in a bid to keep you silent about it he becomes honest with you. Either way it's not going to be on purpose.

Engie grew up in a life where you weren't supposed to trust everyone but you damn well make sure everyone trusts you. This can make it hard for him to be an actual friend, considering he's always kept people at a distance. He will often fall into habits of keeping his friendly exterior instead of being more genuine with you.

Engie has a lot of secrets. A lot. Most he will take to his grave. If you do, however, manage to earn his trust and especially if you earn his care, he'll share a few. There are very few circumstances that he will and most time while doing so he can be very visibly uncomfortable. You don't get raised in a mercinary family without a few demons following you.

He's only cared for very few people in his life and he's trusted even less. So there are times when he either seem distant and uncaring or caring to the point you feel patronized. It will take him a while to find out if he should trust you and the moment he does it can seem almost like you have become the most important person on his life. His once empty gestures are now entirely genuine and he feels safe with his back toward you. This is by no means an easy point to reach and will most defiantly have taken literal years to get to.

Overall he's used to not genuinely connecting with people and is extremely hesitant when doing so. You may not even notice this conflict, but it's most certainly a large part of his life.

[plush-rabbit]

Corruption Kink + All Might - Headcanons

Request: Hey! I dunno if you're still taking requests for all might, but if you are and you have space, could i request a pre-injury all might x f!reader fic? I was thinking the reader could be significantly younger than him, with like a bit of a corruption kink and a lot of guilt for Toshi. I thought that one shot you wrote for him was adorable! Take care, bunny :)

A/N: Headcanons seem easier for me since I’m still new in writing Toshi (im also not sure if this is entirely corruption but i hope you like it)

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To the public, All Might is the Symbol of Peace, he’s everything that children and heroes want to become. However, you know him better than that. Or at least, you know him in a way that others don’t and some that possibly wish they did. Toshinori is much older than you, everything about him screams of authority and power that you wish for. The public can approach him, ask for pictures and smile beside him. They can hold his hand and stand beside him, but you, on the other hand, can't do that. What you can do is more intimate, more than what anyone can wish for.

He’s an older man, and he’s a hero. He’s supposed to know what’s best; he’s supposed to be the responsible one in whatever relationship he’s in. You’re the complete opposite from him- you don’t have to worry about the status of being a hero, you don’t have these gruelling responsibilities that he has. While you two are together, he has yet to formally announce to the public about the relationship, which you don’t particularly mind. You know how it would look if he was seen out with a much younger partner. You could already picture the headlines and the comments that would appear, the slander that would go towards your partner. You’re okay with just playing the secret partner; if you were to be honest with yourself, you actually welcome the secrecy, the little bits of love and knowing that you’re the only one to see him in such a light that is anything but the hero face that he shows.

Due to the secrecy in the relationship, most dates are held at home. However, the idea of at-home dates that you both have are quickly depleted and repeated. Frustration plays a part, something heavy and thick in the air. You both are consenting adults, one that is just frustrated at being stuck at home with their partner and the other that holds the weight of the country on their shoulder. It’s only natural that the frustration would turn into something more primal and raw, that you two would comfort each other and become stress relievers to each other. You’re both still fairly young- despite the age gap that puts you at a much younger age than him- and couple that with stress and ansty feelings about the relationship, it leads the two of you to explore a rather more sexual aspect.

The Symbol of Peace is something that is untainted in the eyes of the public. He isn’t necessarily pure- often asked about the features that he seeks out in potential partners- but he is someone who is held to a high standard. He’s a savior to the people, the reason for the lack of crime. He’s the Symbol of Peace and you get to corrupt that. You get to twist his image behind closed doors. He comes from heroism, he holds the image of the golden boy well. On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about the image you hold, you can only hope to make time for your personal life and not make a bad impression on the people you meet. You get to see him in other ways that people could only dream of; you get to see him beg on his knee, his iconic grin ruined, stuffed with a gag and drool covering his chin as he bows before you.

His shoulders are weighed down by the country, by the responsibilities that he has to bear. He’s so used to being admired, to be the number one hero, that when you come along and tilt his head, your lips curved into an almost sadistic smile, he’s willing to listen to you. Even when he's on top, he’s doing what you tell him, listening to every command that you have to say, he’s opening his mouth and suckling on your breasts whining with your pert nipple his mouth as his hand desperately latches onto your body. His cock will be naked, rubbed against your thighs as he begs for release, whimpering about how it all hurts too much. He lets you take the lead, he does whatever you tell him to do, too drunk on lust to actually do anything more than whine and buck his hips into your greedy cunt.

Always in his All Might form, he has yet to reveal his smaller size to you. Perhaps it comes from trust issues or that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up so far into the relationship, but he’s always big around you. At first he felt a twinge of guilt of having you take him in his bigger form, to thrust his cock inside of your cunt and hear you yelp in pain, but if he were to be honest the sound of you in pain added with how your nails would dig into his skin, turned him on in a way that he hadn’t ever thought about. While he gets drunk off of lust from having you take control over him, he also has this more lustful nature to take control over you. He wants to witness as his bulging cock enters you, to hear you cry his name and arch your back to fill his hand with your soft breast and wipe the beading tears away from your eyes. He wants to know that he’s the reason that you’re crying, that it’s because you simply couldn’t handle his cock.

Corruption isn’t something that he wants to say- it leases a bitter taste on his tongue that doesn’t wash away so easily. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s corrupted, he doesn’t want to think what that word means when he’s out on patrol. He wants to rescue people, to help others and be the hero that he want to be rather than think about how soft the inside of your sex is and how it seems to mold to his shape. On certain nights, he’ll visit you when he’s supposed to be out on patrol. He’ll knock on your door and claim that he’s doing an inspection- something that he says for him, just to find a worthy excuse to actually leave his patrol- and he;l lock the door behind him. His moans aren’t loud enough to drown out your words, how you claim how he’s grown idle in his responsibilities- that he would prefer to have his cock sucked on rather than go out and patrol the area. But he is your hero, and you have to at least thank him for taking care of you for the time being that he is there, asking him with his cock in your hand and a devious smile played on your lips if you’re just special or if he does the same with others.

As a hero, he has built his stamina and you welcome that with eager arms and lips. Even after he’s reached his climax, he’s still hard, thrusting lazily into you, begging you to make him release once more. He’ll hold you close to him, his arms thick with muscle and littered with scars, his lips pressed against yours, his tongue thick as it fills your mouth. He wants to keep you close, to hold you and keep his cock buried inside of you until either you or him are too overstimulated to actually continue. You welcome it, you want him to say, to have him pleasure you and think about your needs for the day. Your lps will press against his neck, leaving a bright make in its place. Your words are alluring, asking him to stay the day with you, to ignore his responsibilities for the day and stay nestled inside of you. You promise him that if he were to stay the day, that you would try whatever he wanted, tightening around him and kissing his lips.

You encourage him to stay home by playing on his status. The streets are much safer thanks to him, he’s the reason for everything good right now. Just the mere sight and mention of him is enough for criminals to stop in their tracks and return home with their tails between their legs. He’s allowed to stay home, he’s allowed to take a bit of time for himself to just rest his cock between your thighs and fuck himself between your thighs. It’s during these times that you’ll grip his hair and have him kiss at your sex, pressing your thigh against the side of his head. You’ll tell him how he’s such a good boy, doing all the dirty work that other heroes would rather not do, running your hand through his hair and telling him nothing but sweet things.

There’s pleasure that you take, having him nestled so close to you, almost dependent on emptying himself inside of you. You were the one to reduce the number one hero into a puddle of goo. You were the one to see Toshinori as a sweaty mess, to have him nurse on your breasts and suck on your sex as if it held the sweetest nectar that he would ever have. You convince him to stay. You sit naked on his thigh as he wears his hero outfit, your sex pressed and leaking in heavy arousal onto him. You know that when he goes out, he’ll carry your mark on him. He’ll remember the way that you taste, how you bite into his shoulder and how he humped your leg like a dog, his semen dirtying the inside of a costume. You were the one to reduce the hero to nothing but some sort of lust-filled man who can only muster the thought that he had to release himself inside of you, to fill you with his cock until you’re leaking with his seed.

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

We'd Better Get Cracking (Simon Kalivoda x Reader)

WC: 1322

Warnings: Language, semi-suggestive content (this warning will make more sense after reading lmao)

Summary: Night shifts at the grocery store can be so boring, but Simon always finds a way to mix things up.

A/N: Jesus Christ it's been so long since I've written anything, but the lack of writing for the Fear Street movies really pushed me back into it. I hope you guys enjoy this, I know I had fun writing it

Why the Shadyside Mall’s opening hours stretched so late into the night had always baffled Y/N. The sheer amount of crime in Shadyside was one reason she always questioned the opening hours, but also the fact that the whole mall was dead after 5pm, despite being open until 9pm. Manning the grocery store on closing shifts was always incredibly dull given the lack of customers, save the occasional high schooler coming in to sheepishly buy condoms or some other random item. The only thing that kept her shifts interesting was Simon Kalivoda.

The two had been friends since they were kids, and they were both ecstatic when they got jobs at the same place. By the time they’d started working closing shifts together, Simon realised just how boring it could get and took it upon himself to always make them fun. This promise was the reason why Y/N was currently watching her best friend since childhood stage some very provocative scenes using the remaining fresh produce they had in the store.

“For the love of God Simon, I want to know what happened in your mind to make you think that soft-core fruit porn was the way to go today.” Y/N said, shaking her head as she watched Simon’s intense concentration break before he turned to her.

“Would you rather a repeat of last Thursday night?” Simon said, raising his eyebrows as Y/N recounted Simon’s boredom-breaker from last Thursday.

“Simon, what the fuck are you thinking?” Y/N hissed, watching as Simon dropped a watermelon in front of the bread-slicer.

“Well, I’m thinking that everything else I’ve tried has gone through pretty easily, so why not try go for the gold medal of the ‘random shit in the bread-slicer’ Olympics?” Simon said, his eyes gleaming with absolute chaos.

“If you break the slicer there’s no way we’ll have jobs tomorrow.” Y/N said, looking around to make sure no customers had walked in. Although she always condemned Simon’s crazy behaviour at work, she loved seeing all the different ideas he would come up with each closing shift.

“I’ve been employee of the month for the last six months straight, management couldn’t get rid of me even if they wanted to.” Simon said, shooting Y/N a somewhat cocky smile that the girl just scoffed off. She watched as Simon fiddled with the different buttons and switches on the bread slicer, laughing when he jumped at the noise that signalled the machine was on.

“It’s showtime.” Simon said, his poor imitation of Beetlejuice earning a groan from Y/N. The pair locked eyes, and Y/N noticed a hint of softness in his eyes that almost stopped her in her tracks. Before she could think about that look for too much longer, she was rudely brought back to Earth by the sound of Simon’s gold medal attempt.

“Jesus Simon!” Y/N exclaimed, watching as the watermelon slowly made its way through the slicer. Simon let out a manic laugh, clearly shocked his plan had worked.

“I am never letting you doubt my genius ever again, Y/L/N.” Simon said, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N scoffed, unsure as to why her cheeks suddenly felt so hot.

“I never said I doubted you Kalivoda.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the proud look Simon gave her. Simon opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly shut it, widening his eyes when he looked at the slicer.

“I think we may have a problem, Y/N.”

“Yeah I fully thought we were gonna get fired after that so fruit erotica doesn’t seem so bad now. Please, proceed with your masterpiece, Kalivoda.” Y/N said, jumping off her seat on the check-out counter to move over towards Simon.

While Simon had his back towards her, Y/N took a moment to observe Simon at work. He always carried a crazed sense of joy with him no matter what he was doing, and Y/N had always loved that about him. He paused for a moment to survey his scene, and Y/N took note of the way he furrowed his brow and bit his lip. She suddenly felt the urge to turn away, her cheeks flushing almost immediately.

Simon quickly went back to work arranging a peach and a carrot in a manner that was certainly not safe for work. As she watched him Y/N came to a crushing realisation she had known was true but been fighting for quite a while. She had it bad for Simon Kalivoda. She cursed under her breath, realising that Kate’s incessant teasing was now annoyingly based in truth.

“Y/N, my masterpiece is ready. May I present to you, the fruit of my loins.” Simon said, his smile growing after the groan Y/N let out. He gestured towards the set up with a flourish, and Y/N instantly burst out into laughter.

“I gotta hand it to you Simon, that’s some impressive fruit porn. You take a class or something?” Y/N said through her laughter, examining Simon’s work closely. He laughed, looking over her shoulder at the assorted fruits.

“No baby, that’s all natural talent.” Simon said, and Y/N jumped at his sudden proximity. She turned around to face him, hyper aware of the limited space between them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/N said after a stretch of silence, and Simon nodded, trying to keep his eyes from drifting any lower than her face.

“Why do you do all this?” She asked, and Simon cocked his head in confusion.

“Do what?” He said, and Y/N took in a deep breath.

“All the crazy shit every closing shift. You always have something whacky, and I certainly appreciate it but why? It’s a whole lot of effort Si.” Y/N said, and Simon’s stomach started to fill up with butterflies.

“I, uh, it’s for you.” Simon muttered, and suddenly Y/N was the confused one. Simon never mumbled, he was always open and outspoken.

“What was that?” She said, and Simon sighed, running a hand through his blond hair.

“I do it for you.” He said, and Y/N looked up at him with eyes like saucers. She didn’t say anything, so he kept talking to fill the silence.

“I remember how bored you got on that first shift, and I just hated seeing you like that so I decided that I wasn’t going to let you go a shift with me and be bored again. I’ve always liked seeing you happy Y/N/N.” Simon admitted, and although he never explicitly told her how he felt, he prayed to God she could pick up on the subtext.

Y/N gasped softly, and Simon could feel his heart thudding in his chest. “You’re such an idiot, Simon.” Y/N said, and before Simon could respond, Y/N was kissing him. His brain almost short-circuited at the feeling of her lips and hands on him. He pulled her closer to him, taking note of how perfectly she fit in his arms.

They broke apart, and Y/N rested her forehead against Simon’s, the only sound in the store their heavy breathing. “I have a terrible feeling we owe Kate some money now.” Y/N muttered, relishing in the sound of Simon’s laughter.

“I think she’ll just be glad she doesn’t have to hear me pine over you anymore. I swear she was this close to locking us in a closet together until we made out.” Simon said, and Y/N snorted at his comment.

“You realise we still have to close up shop right?” Y/N said, and Simon groaned, hugging her even tighter.

“Surely we can go home and if anything happens to the store then we can just skip town.” Simon said, placing soft kisses to Y/N’s head. She reluctantly broke away from him, pulling a face at the puppy dog eyes Simon shot her way.

“The quicker we close up, the quicker we can be making out at your place.” Y/N said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, I guess we’d better get cracking then.”