#enjoy fuckers this is literally the only thing you people will read that I make

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝓑𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝓘𝐍 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. ❜

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. you live in a world of comic book characters, just pure fiction. however, one night you stumble upon a man dressed in a strange costume who looks exactly like those comic book characters inside your house.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, little angst, goofiness, tension, mild suggestiveness (mdni), swearing, pet names, reader’s universe doesn’t have a spiderman, hispanic/latina!reader

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄. randomly thought of this, enjoy! btw this is a repost because i originally posted this at the worst time ever. if you read this before, pretend it’s your first time again lmao.

you heard a light thud.

shutting off the water, you leave the unfinished soap covered dishes in the sink as you step away. drying your hands with a towel before tossing it in the sink as well. anxiety flows through your veins.

what the hell was that?

you live alone, besides your white terrier luna, in this house your parents left behind for you. you rarely invite people over due to work. the only time you do is for holidays, birthdays, or small gatherings with friends. other than that, you’re alone most of the time so hearing noises sorta freak you out.

maybe something dropped like one of your books from the bookshelf in your room. it’s an reoccurring thing. but it sounded so light for a book to drop. what else could possibly fell? was it even an object?

panic settles in your bones. glancing to your left where the living room is, you spot luna peacefully sleeping in her soft, periwinkle dog bed. of course she didn’t hear it, she’s far in doggie dreamland.

very slowly and quietly, you pull a knife out of the drawer and make your way towards the stairs. the noise came from up there. heart pumping out of your chest. blood rushing through your veins. frantic breathing due to the anxiety developing in you.

is it an intruder? a robber?

fuck. this is the last thing you wanted.

you just wanted to wash the dishes in peace before going to bed. why must this happen to you?

very slowly and steadily, you make your make upstairs. gripping onto the knife tightly, palm sweaty. your room is your first destination. as you make it up top, you can hear low grumbles from there.

fuck, there is someone here.

tightening your grip on the knife, you carefully walk towards your room. hiding behind the wall, right beside the doorframe, you turn a little to catch a sneak peek of the intruder. your eyes widen in shock.

a figure clad in a suit of vibrant red and dark blue. the fuck is that? a cosplay or something? you suddenly realize how tall the figure is. way too tall since your white dresser is literally half his size, right below his waistline. this bastard is muscular as fuck. broad back and his suit outlines each back muscle perfectly as if it’s sculpted. his shoulders also broad and thick. insane fucking biceps.

this dude is fucking ripped. he can murder you with his bare hands. probably snap you in half.

there is no way you can take this fucker down.

“este chingaletta…”

oh, he speaks spanish too? pinche cabrón.

the tall figure seems to be fiddling with something on his wrist. perhaps a watch or some sort.

inhaling a deep breath, you gain the courage to confront this intruder motherfucker. whether he’s a giant or not, he needs to get out of your house.

“get the fuck out of my house.”

the man swiftly turns around to see you standing at the door. the knife in your hand pointing at him. you witness the eyes of his odd-looking mask widening.

“hey… i’m not here to hurt you.” his voice is low and a bit musky. he slowly raises his hands in the air, a sign of surrender. “just put the knife down.”

“not a fucking chance.” you snarl with gritted teeth. “get the fuck out of my house or this knife is going straight through your fucking heart.”

a sigh escapes his lips, covered by his mask. “ay mujer… por favor, i’m not gonna hurt you.” his tone a mixture of pleading and frustration.

your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “hardly believable since you’re in my fucking house.”

he takes one step forward. “please just—“

“don’t!” you yelled.

“i’m not gonna hurt you! i’m not the bad guy here! i just accidentally teleported into your house!” he matches your voice level.

now you’re confused. “teleported? what do you mean teleported?”

another sigh from him, running a run over his masked face. “look, it’s hard to explain but trust me, it wasn’t my intention to barge into your house.”

“barge?!” you say in disbelief. “you’re invading my home! you’re a fucking intruder!”

“i’m not an intruder!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up. “at least it wasn’t my intention.”

you scoff. “pinches mentiras.” you eye him up and down. “what’s up with costume? this isn’t comic-con.” you gesture at his suit with the knife.

the man stares at you in disbelief but obviously you can’t tell because of his mask. “are you serious? you don’t know who or what i am?”

now the anger is replaced with confusion.

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you don’t…” he quickly looks at the watch on his wrist, or what it appears to look like a watch. with a few taps, tiny holographic images pop up from it.

whoa, what the fuck? what kind of watch is that?

“that figures, you don’t have a spiderman in this universe.” he taps away the tiny images from the watch and looks back at you.

your face drops in utter confusion. “spiderman? the marvel character?”

“what? no—“ he sighs frustratingly.

“i’ve seen lots of cosplays but yours is different. cool but different. which spiderman are you supposed to be?” you lower the knife down to your side.

he blinks at you. “that’s not important. and i’m not cosplaying or whatever the hell that is—“

“well, i definitely haven’t seen that version of him. kinda badass, not gonna lie. the costume is cool.”

spiderman groans, on verge of lashing out, rubbing the temples of his forehand with a hand. “for the last time, it’s not a costume.”

you quirk a brow. “right.”

miguel rolls his eyes, growing more frustrated and irritated. “i don’t have time for this.” he grumbles, fiddling with his watch again. “chingado…” the man groans out of frustration. his gizmo isn’t working.

“having issues?” you taunt.

“cállete.” he hissed, still fiddling with his gizmo.

you snort as you walk towards him. “what kind of watch is that?” you tilt your head, staring at it curiously. it’s definitely more advanced.

“not a watch, a gizmo and i made it.”

your eyes perk up. “you made it? ooo lemme see.”

as you go try to touch it, he pulls back. “don’t.”

“oh come on, stop being ridiculous.” you try touching it again but he keeps pulling back.

“don’t touch it.” he scowls.

“sheesh, protective much?”

miguel rolls his eyes and you can definitely tell this time. “don’t you understand the concept of not touching what’s not yours?”

“i’m trying to help you, tonto.”

he scoffs. “you can’t help. you don’t understand how this works, mamona.”

now you roll your eyes this time. “fine, whatever. have fun struggling with your stupid ass watch.” you walk away, leaving the spiderman guy in your room.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

not even 10 minutes, the spiderman guy heads downstairs and joins you in the kitchen. you continue washing the dishes you abandoned earlier. as you stack up the last dish, you head footsteps approaching. turning around while drying your hands with a towel, you see him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

“couldn’t get it work, huh?” you taunt, smirking.

“cállete.” he scowls.

luna awakes from her slumber, stretching out in her little bed then hopping out of it before she starts barking at spiderman.

“¡ay!” he exclaims, startled by the barking. “can you tell your dog to stop barking?!”

“nope.” you shrug, making him groan. “she barks at people wearing masks so… if you want her to stop, you know what to do.”

he mutters something before deactivating his mask. it disintegrates, revealing his identity. immediately and like mentioned, luna stops barking.

holy shit. he’s handsome as fuck.

chocolate wavy hair. eyes with hues mahogany. the sharpest cheekbones you’ve ever seen on a person, let alone a man. very, very plump lips.

“oh shit, you’re hot.” you blurt out.

miguel stares at you with wide eyes. hints of reddish pink on his cheeks, feeling warm. heart skipping a beat. “uh… thanks…?” he averts your gaze, trying to conceal his bashful face.

“damn, you’re the most attractive spiderman cosplayer i’ve ever seen.”

a groan escapes his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand. “chingado contigo… i’m not a cosplayer, i’m actually spiderman.”

you snort. “right, right.”

“is the gizmo not enough proof for you?! or the fact my mask disintegrated?!”

you ponder for a moment. sure, the watch is heavily advanced. watching his mask disintegrate is definitely a phenomenon. holy shit - is this guy really spiderman? at least a version of him?

“okay, fair points.” you awkwardly clear your throat. “so… you’re actually spiderman?”

“yes.” he shoots you an unimpressed look, clearly fed up with your oblivious attitude.

“which one?”

“2099.”

you raise a brow. “spiderman 2099? as in the year 2099?” you fold your arms over your chest.

“as unbelievable it sounds, yes.” instinctively, his eyes immediately glance down at your chest for a moment. your cleveage sticks out more with your folded arms. the cups of your nightdress hugs it perfectly. fuck, why did he look? yeah he’s a man but miguel feels like a pervert. he hopes you don’t notice.

you did but you don’t care. you don’t sense creepy vibes from him. just a dude who happens to be spiderman from the future or some shit.

“so you’re from the future?”

“technically yes but from a different universe.” miguel watched your eyes pop out in surprise. he groans internally, knowing this was coming soon.

“a different universe? what the fuck is this ‘rick and morty’ shit?” you huff.

his brows furrowed in confusion. “wha— no, listen. yes, a different universe. there are an infinite amount of universes of spider people called the arachnohumanoid polymultiverse.”

you stare at him completely dumbfounded. “that is literally the most nerdiest shit i’ve ever heard.”

miguel frowns. “well, that’s what it’s called.”

“stupid name.”

his expression falls flat. “your opinion is irrelevant.”

“it’s a fact, stupid long ass name. change it when you get back to wherever the hell you’re from.” you turn away, opening the cabinet to grab something.

“you’re annoying.” he sounds irritated.

“i am but i’m truthful.” you grab a container of conchas you recently bought. you set it on the island then head over to the coffee maker near the fridge. “quieres algo? un concha, café?”

he observes you with a dumbfounded expression. “you’re offering coffee and sweets?”

“well, you’re practically stuck here until who knows how long so…” you pour coffee in your favorite mug. “do you want coffee or not?”

miguel remains silent for a moment. taken aback by your generosity. nobody has ever treated him with such kindness or even ask him what he wants. it’s true, it’s uncertain when he’ll return to his universe. he’ll have to remain here for the time being. for some reason, he doesn’t mind staying here, with you.

“uh… si, pro favor.” he said sheepishly.

you grab another mug and pour coffee inside. once both mugs are filled, you turn around and slide his mug across the island.

“gracias.” miguel grabs the mug and brings it up to his lips. a low hum of approval as he tastes the warm, delicious liquid. normally he prefers black coffee for work but this one is acceptable.

you two talk for a while over coffee and sweets. miguel explaining the multiverse. talking about the spider society and its origins. his universe and life. everything seems so fascinating yet bizarre. apparently spiderman, or a shit ton of versions of the comic book character, actually exist. that’s a total mindfuck. part of you believes this could be a dream, hence why you pinched yourself several throughout the conversation. but, it was real. he was real.

“after all this time, you never told me your name.”

he takes a sip of his coffee then carefully placed on the counter. “miguel o’hara.”

you respond with your name, taking a sip of your coffee and a bite of your pink concha.

as the night progresses, you and miguel talk for hours. learning more about each other. miguel still finds it strange how things change drastically. he accidentally transported to a universe that has no spiderman. accidentally transported into a random woman’s house and being accused as an intruder. now having coffee and sweets with the woman he just met, having a genuine conversation.

part of him is still concern about how or when he’ll return to his universe. if his gizmo will ever be fixed and work properly again. but considering the environment he’s in, warm and cozy, miguel isn’t in a rush. in fact, he enjoys your company. it’s been a while since he actually sat down and had a genuine conversation with someone. back in his universe, he doesn’t have anyone. but in this universe, he does.

and he likes that.

maybe being stuck here won’t be so bad.

© teenidlegirl. don’t steal, plagiarize, or translate my work. ♡

[liasadventuretime]

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 3

⁀➷  part three : CONGRATULATIONS, FUCKER.

notes : so um… hi ! since y’all really enjoyed pt. 2 i decided i might as well write a pt. 3… i have to say that it was kind of hard writing this part because i genuinely didn’t think people would’ve liked it that much and had no idea of what to say anymore ☠️ but anygays … i had a BIG ASS fight with my parents so they took my phone, and they’re probably going to take my mac away too so idk when i’ll upload pt. 4 ( if y’all want one ), so i tried to write a bit more this time, i hope it’s sufficient.

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warnings : a bit of angst, insecurity, overthinking neteyam lmao, detailed masturbation, this man is lusting waaaaaayyy too much over you lmao, a lil makeout session with someone 🤭, and i think that’s it lol.

everything was okay now. no really, everything’s okay.

after your talk with neteyam, he left you with more questions than answers once again.

your brain felt like a beehive, never stopping, so you tried to distract yourself with anything.

you trained, you read, you helped around, but not even spending time with ao’nung could help. you don’t think he noticed the way you pretended it was neteyam holding you, kissing you, spoiling you. but you gotta be careful.

you just had one single thought in your mind.

flashback

“you know we could argue right now, and no one would hear or see us ?”

“we could do anything right now, and nobody would see us. anything.”

your thoughts were interrupted by someone speaking.

you opened the tent only to see someone’s chest right in front of you, you tilted your head up and you saw him. neteyam.

your heart dropped to your stomach for a second, making you almost gasp. what was he doing here ? his hair was still in the same hairstyle you saw him in at the beach. he looked almost unreal.

face framed by a few braids, jaw locked making him look so nervous for some reason, his high cheekbones sharp as always, and even though you never told him, you wanted to feel his cheekbones so much, all the time. pointy nose with a little bump which you recognised immediately, it was jake’s. that bump was only on his nose, because all the other sons and daughters didn’t have it. he really is his father’s son. eyes still soulless, empty that almost looked dead. they were pointy, but not too much. he has that “sharp” look from neytiri, her stare could send you to heaven and above. his shoulders broad, not too muscly which is something you liked. his arms veiny and biceps always flexed, not even having to force it. his abs well sculpted, he was still wet, droplets of water running down his face and chest, he was probably swimming with lo’ak. or someone else.

you shook your head a bit, to get that thought off your head. it doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t. his v-line almost looks like it got highlighted and sharpened, which was the only thing you hated about the way your people dress.

his everything was for everyone to see. everyone.

you sometimes tend to forget he’s not offlimits, and to say you had nightmares, about someone else getting neteyam before you, was too little.

his voice snapping you out of your trance again, hoping he didn’t catch you quite literally analyzing his whole body, but the proud smile on his face immediately cleared all your doubts.

“your cigarettes.” he said getting in your face making fun of you. he handed you your pack of cigarettes. he didn’t give you the lighter but it didn’t matter, that’s the last thing you cared about right now.

that’s quite weird though. this isn’t the first time you forgot your cigarettes, he usually just keeps them since you smoke them together anyways. you better not think about it too much before you get delusional.

“oh, thank you.” you lightly smiled at him, looking at him in the eyes while taking the packet off your hands. but before you could get them, he pulled your hand to him and placed the pack on the top of your palm, his hand still holding yours. stop, stop, stop.

if you could only know what he was thinking about, he thought to himself.

if you could only know what he did later that night thinking about you.

flashback

“i fucking knew it.” he said, walking to his tent, his fists tight, his jaw locked.

he fucking knew you just couldn’t take that further step. he was only a game to you.

you enjoyed teasing him, playing with his mind acting like he was your dirty little toy, cared about only when you’re horny, or ao’nung couldn’t satisfy you enough.

how could he at the end of the day ? ao’nung wasn’t him and will never be.

he knows he’s better, but fuck do your choices fuck his mind up.

he though he could at least get one night with you, one single night. he could be near you, stay with you, inside you. he could see you. but you didn’t want to. hell, you didn’t even want to look at him.

the constant thoughts of you, torturing his mind. he hoped he could at least live one night of pure love, caring and affection, thinking you wanted too, so he could then go on with his life, mate with a person he didn’t love or care about only to satisfy his father, since the only thing he has always wanted was you.

he wanted you to look at him, but you were too busy staring and smiling at ao’nung.

he felt tears glossing his eyes, you could never be with him, because you simply didn’t want to.

as soon as he got into his tent, he immediately threw your shit away, that you forgot on the beach, with your other stuff. yes, he had a chest with a bunch of stuff you always forgot when you were around him. even looking at it, could make his heart wrench, feeling actual pain.

your blanket, you were nine years old and you had forgotten it when you slept that night with his parents, you had a nightmare. he didn’t sleep that night, so that if you had a nightmare again he could be the one to comfort you. not his parents, him.

your emerald braid accessory, you were eleven, he said he liked it, that it suited your face, so you took it off your braid and placed it in his hand, saying “take it, it’ll look better on you anyway”. it would’ve never looked better on anyone, that wasn’t you. so he just decided to keep it.

your spoon, the one that you used to eat your meals with, and that one time you happened to really like the meal his mom cooked for you. you took a spoonful of it, and positioned it in front of neteyam’s mouth. he was confused for a second, not getting if you actually wanted him to eat out of your spoon. you said “open your mouth, it’s really good, i promise”. not like you had to prove anything, he would’ve eaten a spoonful of poison if your hand was the one holding it. he hesitantly opened his mouth and you fed him. you smiled, and went back to eating your meal, with the same spoon you had just fed him with. it was something probably superficial for you, but it really did mean the world to him.

nostalgia was the sharpest blades of all.

if he only knew you thought the same exact thing.

his mask slipped for a second, letting a tear cut though his face, leaving behind a cold scar. he aggressively wiped it away. he hated you, so so so much. he couldn’t bear the sight of you.

he hated you.

he hated your beautiful hair, your sharp sparkly eyes, your soft cheekbones, your so damn kissable nose, your pouty lips that always fucking curl and smile at everyone’s jokes but his, the soft hill of your breast, the curve that separated your ribcage from the lowest part of your waist.

he couldn’t avoid getting hard every single fucking time. thinking about the way of your body moves when you play beach volley with your group, the way you felt on top of him, or well right on top of his dick, every single time you fought. he couldn’t avoid thinking about the way you were on top of him, fitting oh so well on his dick, while he was holding your wrists with one hand, but since you were way too angry, you didn’t even notice that his other free hand was placed on your waist with a brutal grip. to say he almost whimpered seeing stars, because of how well his big hand fitted on your strong curvy waist, was way too little.

there weren’t words to explain how much he wanted you. he could’ve collected every single thing he wrote about you, and still wouldn’t be enough to explain how hard his heart throbbed every time you were with him. well, maybe something else throbbed too.

neteyam couldn’t take it anymore. if he had to rub out every single thought he had about you, he would’ve became infertile a long time ago.

he placed his head on the pillow, trying to get to sleep in a fetal position. he turned and turned, trying to think of something else, but not the even aliyah, who he tried so hard to act like she was better than you, could lock his thought of you out of his mind.

he sighed in frustration, aggressively getting up when he noticed that.

his incredible massive boner, his dick’s timing was just great.

he got up, turned on the shower, making sure there was still some hot water, and took his clothes off.

“oh c’mon, now.” he silently said after taking off his underwear, noticing pre-cum on them. his dick spurted up, hitting him in the stomach. he rolled his eyes, and got in the shower.

the hot water hugged him, feeling like all of his problems were going down the drain.

he watched his dick gently throb, brought his hand to the base and slid it all the way up, circling his the tip, trying to let out of all the built up sexual tensione he had.

he tried to think about anything that wasn’t you. but how could he ?

how could he not think about the way your sex humped on his clothes, feeling your folds hug his shaft so perfectly. how could he not think of the way that you thought he didn’t notice you throb on him ? how could he not think of the way his hand from your waist slid down to your ass, before his dad separated the both of you ? how could he not think of the way that ao’nung’s hand was in your inner thigh, but you were looking at him ?

his pace got faster, making him heavy pant with his eyes closed, your figure tattooed on his eyelids. he came, seeing some of his seed on his hand and what was left of it going down the drain with the water and his problems.

he sighed, staying there, back held by the wall behind him, leaving him thinking. but he was way too tired of thinking. his temples were throbbing with pain, from how hard his headache was. he just finished washing himself, put some clothes on, and just went to sleep.

you woke up the next morning, head basically feeling like someone stomped on it.

you barely could even sleep last night, too many problems flowing in your thoughts.

you sighed, almost whimpering, brutishly throwing your head back on the pillow. why did everything have to be soooo complicated. you definitely had to talk to him, because all of this had to stop. you were tired, sexually frustrated and sleep deprived. this combo could easily make you kill anyone who even tries to disturb your peace.

you hated the way he was trying to hard to act like “he’s protecting his peace”, motherfucker your disturbing everyone else’s. you got up sloppily, waiting for lo’ak to come by your tent like he did every single morning.

but well, weird. time has passed and you didn’t even see lo’ak’s shadow, where could he be ?

you got out of your tent, walking to his parents’ one since the poor lil boo boo had nightmares basically every single night. you almost wanted to feel bad for him, but how the fuck could you ?

at the beginning you thought that after hearing all the crazy stories about the war his dad, the former Toruk Makto, fought, he just was scared and was having nightmares about that.

but after hearing that he had a nightmare about you fucking tsireya, you were done caring about this man. out of all things in the world, THAT ? since you said you could definitely fall in love with a girl, he went on flight or fight mode. saying this guy could literally sweat jealousy, was too little.

“father ? are you here ?” you said while keeping the tone of your voice low and calm, so you didn’t scare anyone off. but the scene in front of you could be the least thing you expected.

neytiri and jake seated in a circle with everyone, and when you say everyone, you meant EVERYONE. in front of jake there was neteyam, who looked like he almost killed someone by the way he had his head down, legs crossed and… was that a slap mark ??

on neteyam’s left, kiri and spider were seated. which is weird, why were they so quiet ? on neteyam’s right there were lo’ak and tuk. even tuk ? you felt a wave of goosebumps traveling their way up your back. this is way much more serious than you thought.

jake looked at you with the harshest expression you have ever seen on his face. “oh great, (y/n) sit down and join us.” you didn’t sit down, still trying to process what he was saying while walking in the tent, getting behind neteyam.

“FUCKING SIT. NOW.” he screamed at you, as you felt a wave of shock wash over you. you immediately sat down, accidentally bumping neteyam’s shoulder. that’s the first time jake has ever yelled at you. never, in his whole life has he ever screamed at you. yes, he sometimes could be mad at you, but has never screamed that way. neytiri looked at you with heartbroken eyes, mouthing ‘i’m so sorry.’. why would she apologise, it’s not like it’s her fault. right ?

jake huffed, keeping the palms of his hands on his crossed legs, almost looking like he was trying to find the words to explain what was on his mind. this man is going to get a heart attack if you and the others don’t stop stressing him. you felt ashamed, of the way you childishly fighted with neteyam over stupid stuff, not even realising your father couldn’t handle it anymore.

the shame, always comes at the worst time.

“this is the last fucking time i’m saying this. why THE FUCK-” he stopped for a second, trying to calm down for a second. tuk was with us, he probably didn’t want to swear or yell in front of her. you saw him take a deep breath and finish his sentence.

“why, THE FUCK, did you treat her like that ? what has she done to you ? it’s not like your skxawng ass has a mate to be loyal to.” he said, finishing his sentence.

your heart dropped, you were almost capable of hearing the echo of its fall. wait.

she ?

who are we talking about ?

interrupting you from your thoughts, jake stood up scaring everyone, and furiously walked to then kneel in front of neteyam. he harshly grabbed his face, making you gasp out loud, almost like he grabbed your face.

what happened ? you were so confused. she ? who is she ? how did he treat her for jake to be this mad ?

neteyam looked at him, his head tilt up with absent eyes, lips pressed together and jaw locked.

“you have absolutely no idea of what you’ve done, do you ?” jake almost whispered, which was probably even scarier than him screaming.

“this sweet sweet girl, who is literally the clan leader’s daughter, came up to you, asking you whatever the fuck she asked you, and what did you do ?” oh. so it’s tsireya’s sister we’re talking about, aliyah.

“’ oh leave me alone, i don’t want anything to do with you’” he said mocking neteyam’s words. he chuckled, and continued.

“your skxawng ass better be grateful if the leader doesn’t tell us to pack our staff and go the fuck away, after the way she ran away crying.” he stood up from his position, stopping the grasp on neteyam’s face, making him leave his head to the side. he lifted up his gaze, only to be met with yours.

you were genuinely so worried, in part because you couldn’t understand what in the actual fuck was happening. what did aliyah want ? why did neteyam make her cry ?

“is it my fault that i don’t want to mate with a person i don’t like ?” he silently said, making everyone turn their heads to him, no one expected him to talk. this is so bad.

jake stopped for a second with his back towards him. he slowly turned around with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly parted mouth. “what the fuck did you just say ?” he said, the vein on his temple was quite literally about to pop.

“I SAID, i don’t want to mate with her ! i don’t want her ! she was throwing herself all over me, like the fucking slag she is, and when i told her no, BECAUSE I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY NO, she started crying.” he stopped for a second, catching his breath while looking at his dad. he couldn’t recognise him, why was he suddenly so pressed and stressed about neteyam finding a mate ? did it have to do with you ?

jake crossed his arms, and with an ironic smirk on his face he said “then who the fuck do you like, huh ? is every other girl so repellent to you ? have you suddenly became picky or what ?”

neteyam was about to let a tear cut through his face but he didn’t even though his eyes still remained glossed with tears. “i like someone else, but they don’t want to have anything to do with me. that’s it. it’s not the end of the world.” neteyam finished, with a slightly cracked but most importantly low voice.

jake stared at him for a couple of seconds. his face was now suddenly calm, while neytiri’s was absolutely devastated.

there was no denying it, neteyam’s a mommas boy. thank god, neytiri never tried to emotionally incest him, indeed she was happy when he talked to her about this someone he liked. that was the first time neytiri saw her sweet son be so wrapped around someone’s finger. she said that he should at least try, not jump to conclusions. but if he did jump to conclusions earlier, he wouldn’t have to feel his heart wrench and blood boil every single time he thought about what happened that night with you at the beach. he should’ve jumped to conclusion, and probably taken a fucking hint. you didn’t want him. that’s it, it’s as simple as it gets. move on, neteyam.

move on.

jake looked at you for a second, like the answer to all his problems was somewhere inside of you. in that exact moment he thought.

“is it better to speak or to die ?”

should he speak ? should he let you know that all of this, was because neteyam couldn’t move past you ? he couldn’t even count on his hands how many other omatikaya women have came up and asked to be neteyam’s mate. and he refused to even look at them. one after the other.

or should he die ? let his son stare at you with dreamy eyes, trying everyday to kill whatever he felt for you ? see him mate with another person he probably didn’t love, or even want to be near to ? should he kill his son ? a body is nothing without its soul. you were half of him, even though you were probably complete on your own. that’s the thing.

you could live without neteyam, neteyam couldn’t live without you.

neteyam stood up, catching everyone’s attention, leaving the tent and distracting jake from his thoughts.

“reunion finished, get out” he said opening the tent’s entrance for everyone.

neteyam had been waiting for you. on the beach, with a new lighter, because he wanted to keep yours. only waiting for you to come here, smile at him, sit next to him and smoke together.

but after an hour, he was worried. had something happened to you ? where did you go after the family reunion ?

he just decided to get up, and look for you. to finally try and not jump to conclusions again.

to finally say those damn three words.

“i see you.”

yes, that was the day, or maybe he could at least try and hint his intentions. letting you know he wanted more than a hookup, and that he finally was fucking ready to treat you like he should have been all this time.

ok no, maybe it’s a little too early for that.

he had no idea that that same day, ao’nung came by your tent.

“hey, how are you ?” ao’nung asked, face poking from the side of your tents entrance. you were surprised he came by your tent. he wasn’t used to do this, but it’s not like you don’t appreciate it.

“hey” you said back. he got in the tent, looking around for a bit. this was probably the first time he came here after you decided to basically move here.

“so, what have you been up you?” you tried to keep a conversation going, you couldn’t bare the silence it was way too awkward.

“i’ve been missing you.” he said, in a serious tone. silence dropped for a second, but it was immediately interrupted by your laughs. thank god.

“and what have you been up to ?” he smiled looking at you while leaning his back on the wall. maybe you could fall in love with him. or maybe you’re just delusional.

“nothing special, if i have be to be honest, but… “ you left your sentence incomplete, walking to him with his gaze glued on you. same smirk on his face.

“… i’ve been missing you too.” you finished your sentence, placing a kiss on his lips.

you were such a little dirty liar. you didn’t miss him one bit.

you place another kiss on his lips, and another one. and another one.

until he placed a hand behind your neck, smashing your lips together, deepening your kiss. his tongue lightly parted your lips, as if he was asking for your consent. you hugged his tongue with yours, tasting him. but ao’nung’s lips couldn’t even come near netayam’s lips. soft, on your skin, jaw and neck. his hand tracing circles on your waist as usual, your arms thrown to circle his neck.

you silently moaned against his lips, catching his attention, making him heavy breathe. your lips still attached to his, you lightly jumped, his big hands covering your ass, making you hug his waist with your legs.

you were so deep already, into all of this story. are situationships supposed to act like this ? was it normal ? are you falling in love ? or are you falling in love with the person you’re pretending is holding you right now ?

are you in love with ao’nung or the guy that could make you fall to your knees with only a kiss ? or make you whimper with a single touch ? or make you doubt everything you know with a simple phrase ? that someone had such a special effect on you, you don’t think there’s any language in this world that is capable of explaining what he did to you. how he makes you feel.

you were so so so tired. of fighting. of pretending. of replacing.

shouldn’t things be easier ?

your thoughts interrupted by ao’nung’s lips kiss and biting on your neck, but neteyam did it so much better. you lifted your face, giving him more space to work on. ao’nung suddenly stopped, face still in the crook of your neck . and you suddenly had this bad bad feeling in your gut.

something bad about to happen to you. you don’t what it is, but you feel it coming.

you waited for ao’nung to say something, hands still on your back to hold you, like you weighted as much as a feather. he could give you anything you wanted, but how could ask him to give you another person ? that unfortunately wasn’t him.

“i know who you pretend i am.” your heart dropped the moment ao’nung spoke those words, with his voice low and cracked. he knew and still came by your tent. the guilt was chocking you.

he knows, and i know he knows. what could you even say ? that it wasn’t true ? that he was worried for nothing ? you couldn’t, because not only you would be lying to him, but you would also be lying to yourself.

as if your night couldn’t get better, someone entered the tent.

but as soon as you felt your heart stinging, you knew damn well you were in so much trouble.

so so so so much trouble. you were absolutely fucked.

you didn’t even have to look at him, to realise that the person who just entered your tent was neteyam. you immediately fell back to your feet, distancing yourself from ao’nung.

who did you even have to be loyal to ?

but maybe, it just was the fact that you couldn’t betray your heart.

you suddenly felt naked, in front of him. his gaze confused, eyes glossed once again with tears.

you just wanted to disappear, you just wanted to die.

he scoffed, crossing his arms and looking at you with a smirk on his face. this was so bad.

ao’nung kept trying to keep track on what was happening, why were you so suddenly acting like this. but he might have realised something, that the two of you have been trying to hide so hard. his eyes flashed, mouth slightly opened. heart completely shattered. he immediately ran out of the tent, purposely bumping his shoulder against neteyams. not even daring to look back. you felt a tear leave your eye. what have you done ?

the silence was suddenly interrupted by neteyams voice, making you tilt your head up.

“congratulations, fucker.”

he stopped for a second. trying to get the words.

“if you only knew how many words i have wasted on you, and how many other words i was willing to waste. even tonight, but you didn’t even come by.”

that’s all he said, before leaving once again, following ao’nung’s traces.

leaving you alone.

alone, again.

final notes : damn um, so how did y’all like it ? i hope u enjoyed it ! if y’all want a part four remember to like the post and if you want to be tagged and you’re not already on the tag list, message me privately or comment it ! for some reason i can’t tag everyone, so i’ll just directly send it ! sorry for the wait, AND PLS LET ME KNOW WHERE YALL ARE FROM BECAUSE IM EUROPEAN AND I POST AT COMPLETELY RANDOM TIMES 😭

sneak peak : so the time has come ! someone noticed a song reference i put in my story ! if y’all didn’t already notice it, in all my posts i put some song references which, if you can tell me from which song or band it is, you get a sneak peak of the next part before everyone else ! the first winner was… @grierpilots !, the reference was from a neighbourhood song, one of my favs which is crybaby ! the reference was : “i always get this anxious feeling, but it goes away when i’m with you breathing.” which neteyam said to you in pt. 2 of the fic ! the quote isn’t exact but it’s always recognisable :)

[wooahaes]

out for delivery

pairing: none? non-idol!svt with a mention of gn!reader

prompt: that one post i made about reader asking for them to send their cutest delivery guy

genre: comedy. this is just silly stuff teehee

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: food mentions. svt arguing about who is the cutest. i didnt proofread this at all btw its just supposed to be silly goofy fun.

daisy’s notes: this has been in my drafts for over two months.

Junhui was the one who read off your order to the others, only to stop when he saw the special instruction in the delivery spot: send ur cutest guy, pls. 

Of course, being someone with access to the internet, Jun had heard of this kind of thing before. People who throw in instructions like that for fun, or people who ask for things to be drawn on their to-go boxes (he always did those when they popped up--his art skills might not be perfect, but he can draw a little cat saying ‘enjoy your food!’ any day), or sometimes the occasional message from someone to another (the ‘person loves you’ or ‘person says to get well soon’ kind of deal). But this? Here? Well...

“Which one of us is the cutest?” He mused aloud, catching Jeonghan’s attention as he stepped away from the kitchen to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“What?”

Jun nodded toward the screen and your specific instruction. “They asked for a cute delivery guy. Who’s working today?”

Jeonghan paused, musing on the question. “Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Vernon,” he listed off, although he continued to wrack his brain to see if that Namjoon guy was in as well. Nah--Maybe on the weekend when they’re busier and need the extra hands, but three already is kind of overkill as it is.

(Not that any of them are complaining, that is: they’re still getting some sort of payment for all of this.)

“It doesn’t say cutest delivery guy,” Jeonghan said. “Just our cutest guy.”

Seungcheol looked up from his clipboard as he came back, brow raised. “Me?”

Jeonghan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, I’m the cutest one here. I’ll make it.”

It was at this point that they’d started gathering the attention of everyone currently in (which, today, had been everyone except for Soonyoung, who was still out on a delivery across the city).

Seungcheol stared at him, “You don’t work delivery--”

“So?” Jeonghan said. “I don’t mind going--”

“You don’t, either,” Jun piped up. “I could run if I need to--”

Seungkwan was finally the one to speak up, “What are you talking about?”

For a moment, the three said nothing. If everyone got into this conversation, it’d be an all-out bloodbath, especially with Seungkwan taking part. Yet Wonwoo, who had been sitting nearby, enjoying his few minutes of rest after his own series of deliveries, looked up.

“Someone asked for a cute delivery guy, and they’re debating about it,” he shrugged, looking back at his phone--although the tiny smile on his face was still evident. The rotten fucker--

“I can go,” Joshua spoke up, as if he wasn’t literally working on your order alongside Mingyu. “Just gimme a sec, I’ll change shirts.”

Seokmin, who had been busy rolling out pizza dough, looked up. “Is this really a debate? I think we all know I’m the cutest one here...”

“Both of you work in the kitchens,” Seungcheol said, “you can’t leave.”

“All of us are in today, and it’s slow right now,” Chan said, already washing his hands of flour, ready to remove his apron in a moment. “You guys won’t miss me.”

“Who said you were going?!” Seungkwan whipped around, “If anyone goes, it should be me! Everyone who comes in tells points out how cute I am!”

Mingyu looked up, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “Who gets asked out the most here?”

Silence. The motherfucker...

And then Minghao looked up. “They said cutest. Not hottest. Which eliminates all of you--”

“I’m very cute!” Seungkwan huffed, “That’s why it should be me.”

Vernon looked up from his phone, yet another delivery boy who probably should just take the order when it’s ready. “I dunno. I think I’m pretty cute. I could do it. Plus,” he shrugged, “kind of my job--”

“You’re hot and you know it,” Jeonghan spoke up. “Hao has a point. They requested the cutest guy--which means it’s down to Seungkwan, Chan, and I.”

Minghao scoffed, rolling up his sleeves. “Just you three?”

Mingyu had thrown an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders, dragging him from his quiet spot of observation straight into the conversation. “Jihoon should be included, too.”

“Oh? What if this person flirts with him?” Jeonghan chuckled. “They’re paying in cash and Jihoon would probably walk off without it.”

Jihoon’s face turned red. “I’m not that bad--”

“You almost did it last time you had to work the window.”

“They were too upfront!” Jihoon huffed, his face slowly turning red. “If they had said to you what they said to me, you’d run, too! That’s why Jun had to take over!”

“They said you had pretty eyes!”

Jihoon’s face burned with embarrassment. “It was the way they said it...”

As if in his own world, Jun quietly mused aloud, “I think I’m pretty cute,” as he continued looking over the order again.

“And if Jun’s cute, then I’m cute.” Joshua wiped his hands down his apron, turning back. “Jun, does the order say anything else?”

He shook his head. The only note you had put in was the note they were debating about now: send ur cutest guy, pls. Nothing more, nothing less. Hell, none of them even knew why you’d asked for their cutest guy. Was it a joke? Were you kind of desperate for something? Was this going to be the really bad intro to a porno? The questions persisted.

Seungcheol had been the one who pulled your pizza from the oven when it was time, boxing it up and carefully sealing it. “Who’s delivering it?”

Immediately, several people had volunteered.

He rolled his eyes. “Wonwoo, Vernon--”

“I’ll do it,” Seungkwan insisted further. “They asked for someone cute!”

Vernon raised his brows. “Dude, what the hell--”

“You know you’re hot, shut up.” Seungkwan turned. “If they want someone cute, then it’s only between a few of us. Not including Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan gasped, turning around as he pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m angelic--”

“That’s a lie and you know it!”

The bell chimed as Soonyoung made his way in, going completely ungreeted as the conversation continued. He looked to Wonwoo, who merely shrugged in exchange before watching as Minghao began to make the very well formulated argument that he was the cutest (his fairy-like giggle was direct proof, in his own words--the others called him cute all the time for it). Which caused Seungcheol to argue back that if he was including laughs as evidence, then his own could count because plenty of people found it endearing. Soonyoung said nothing, walking over to where the orders were as he began looking through them for another delivery since his break would come later tonight.

“I’m not saying your laugh isn’t cute,” Seungcheol said, “I’m saying you can’t use it as proof when all of us have cute laughs!”

“Some of you sound like a hyena,” Minghao rolled his eyes, “and some of you are too ‘hot’ to be cute! You talk about how handsome you are all the time--”

“Stop, you’ll make him pout,” Jeonghan chuckled from nearby, “and then he’ll really start insisting he’s the cutest of us.”

The bell chimed again, and Jun merely glanced up to see that it was only Soonyoung leaving. He turned back. “People tell me I’m cute. I’m carefree.”

“Childish cute doesn’t count,” Seungkwan said, lips pursed. “I’m cute because of my mannerisms.”

“The same mannerisms you get mad at Soonyoung for imitating,” Seokmin muttered under his breath, only to earn a deadly glare from Seungkwan. “You do!”

Wonwoo looked back down at his phone, wondering if he should have been recording this entire conversation. “I think I’m cute.”

“One of us has to go,” Joshua spoke up, “before their food gets cold. And I think I should do it because I’ll be the fastest--”

“Dude,” Vernon looked up. “I’m pretty fast on my bike.”

“It’s a bike, we’d all be fast  on it,” Minghao scoffed. “Why aren’t one of them doing it?” Minghao gestured toward Wonwoo and Vernon. “They’re the delivery boys!”

“Still on break,” Wonwoo said without looking up, “for another few minutes.”��

Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something--probably about how one of their breaks had already ended by now.

“Also, Soonyoung just left with it,” Wonwoo added casually enough.

Immediately, several pairs of eyes went to where the order had been left... and sure enough, it was gone.

And then chaos ensued, and Wonwoo hid yet another smile as he listened to several people bemoan that little factoid. Yet Soonyoung was pedaling away, completely lost as to what had gone down while he was gone.

(And when he showed up, bragging about the huge tip that you had given him while laughing about the fact the others had been arguing... Well. They knew what was going to happen the next time you threw in that special request.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​ @synthetickitsune​ @gyulbabie​ @wonuziex​

[anangelinthepit]

Baby, you're the right kind of Wrong

Hello sweetface! Thank you for reading my story. This is my new series, and I hope you enjoy it. Shout out to @reyadawn for helping me with the 😉 parts. Love yoy to bits mama. Anywasy, let me know what yall thunk. Rkae care and as always with love Magenta 🌹

Part 1 is here

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Part 2

We got to Ana’s house and only had 20 minutes to get ready. I guess we were expected to be there at a certain time, it made me wonder how planned out this entire thing was. Ana sat me down in a chair and straightened my hair, I had never seen it look like this. Mama and Papa never let me do anything with my looks. Next came my makeup, and boy, I was in for a surprise. Fake eyelashes, dark-colored lipstick, and eyeliner. You name it, she put it on me. My face felt so heavy with all this makeup. Again I’m not used to wearing any of it, Mama let me use her blush one time but made me wash it off before Papa got home from work. Last but not least, my outfit. Plaid pencil skirt with long sleeve crop top and fishnet stockings.

“Jesus girl, look at your ass! Where have you been hiding that thing?” Ana said as she spun me around.

“Ana I look like a creaking hooker,” I said, feeling embarrassed while looking at myself in the mirror.

“Yea, a sexy hooker! Who might finally get laid tonight,” she said, laughing

“What if someone sees me and tells my parents?” I said, looking at myself in the mirror

“Girl please no one would even recognize you. I turned you into a gothic Barbie. I'm so proud of myself.” she pretended to wipe a read away.

“Now let's get going before the sexual feeling wears off. Trust me, by the end of the night, you'll be sick of the makeup and heels,” she said, handing me knee-high boots

“What the heck do you use these things for? Gardening?” I said, holding them up.

Ana rolled her eyes and helped me put them on. How is it that even with these boots, I'm still so freaking short? We got in the car and made the 15-minute drive to the guy's house. My mind was a complete circus. All I could do was think about how I'm gonna talk and walk. Do I have it in me to snatch up a cute boy and be normal for once? Or are they gonna make fun of me and think I'm just this weird church girl who doesn't have a life? I have no experience in these situations.

“God, I feel like I'm gonna throw up.”

I'm starting to break out into a sweat, and my hands are getting clammy. I was about to have a full-blown anxiety attack until Ana's voice pulled me from my thoughts

“Let's go girl we’re here,” she said, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

I looked up and was met with a huge house that had the front door hanging wide open. It almost looked like the homes you would see in movies during huge house parties. Ana got out of the car, and a bunch of people came out and greeted her with hugs. One of them is the guitarist and drummer of BO

“How the heck does she know them” I thought to myself,

If this chick has been lying to me and knows the band, I'm gonna kill her in her sleep. She knows how in love I am with Noah and felt that leaving out the part where she knows them was a good idea. I slowly got out of the car, and just like that, all eyes were on me. They made it seem like I had a dead body behind me.

“Ooo Ana, is this your friend you've been telling us about,” Nick said

“Damn, she's beautiful. You weren't kidding.” folio said

“That's a little forward, but thank you for the compliments,” I said

“Don't mind them they've been drinking heavily already.” Anas bf said

“Wow, you fuckers didn't wait for the ladies? How rude!.” Ana said pushing folio

They threw a few more jokes at each other and then decided to move this little get-together back into the house. When we walked in Ana was greeted by literally everyone. The look on my face my face must have been obvious because Ana then mothers the word “sorry” to me.

This chick knew more than what she told me. I wanted to be mad, but I got distracted by the group of people I was thrown into. Everyone except Noah was in the kitchen, and needless to say, I felt bummed out.

“PARTIES FUCKING HERE LETS GO,” Ana shouted

Everyone looked up and happily greeted her. They all seemed to have a nice friendship going on, I hope I can be a part of it. I walked up to the island next to Ana and was handed a drink. There are so many different guys around me. We’re there any other girls besides us? I started to get a little nervous because Ana always told me about parties where people do inappropriate things. I'm hoping this isn't one of them.

“Ana does your friend have a name.” folio asked

“She does,” Ana said, nudging me

“Oh um, my name is Y/N,” I said nervously

“Y/n? That's a pretty name.” Jolly said, looking at me.

“Thanks. Parents wanted to be different, so that's what they came up with.” I joked

Everyone laughed a little and went back to their conversations. I joined in on a few here and there but was becoming bored because the person I wanted wasn’t there. Don't get me wrong, it was cool meeting to the others, but Noah was on my mind. All day, every day. Almost an hour had passed by, and still no sign of Noah, I gave up and asked where the restroom was. Bryan pointed up the stairs and said the last door on the left.

I thanked him and made my up the stairs. I'm hoping just to get away from the group and wash some of this makeup off. The guys were becoming slobs, and to be honest, they were being unattractive. I was about to make my way to the bathroom when I heard someone singing from another room. The voice was so angelic that I forgot about the bathroom and made my way towards the music I could hear playing. Mama always said there are angels here on earth. Did I just find one?

I got to the door where the voice was coming from and slightly out my ear up against it

“Weight down on me, stay till morning way down, would you say I'm worthy.”

Just those few words made me grab my chest and have a knot build up in my throat. The amount of pain that was in this man's voice made me want to collapse to my knees and hold him.Suddenly, the door swings all the way open, and I am met with a tall and extremely annoyed Noah. Talk about bad first impression

“Are you fucking lost?” he said leaning up against his doorframe

“Um. N No, I'm sorry, I was on my way to the bathroom and I heard you singing.” I said, stuttering and trying not to shake

“Let me guess, groupies ?” Noah said with a raised eyebrow

“No no no I'm sorry, I'll um just be on my way. Again I'm so sorry.” I began to turn around with a knot in my stomach. I made the worst fucking impression and now I look like a creep. At this point, I just wanted to go back downstairs with Ana. I was about to head towards the steps when Noah stopped me with one question.

“How did it sound?” he asked while looking down.

“I'm sorry?” I said confused

“What I was singing. How did it sound?”

“Oh I thought it was beautiful but the way you were singing it made it sound really sad. Almost like something was hurting you. Are you okay?” I asked

“Am I okay?” he said looking at me confused

We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever. It was almost like the question messed with him mentally. Then again I'd just analyze him with no mercy, didn't ease into it or anything. It did make me wonder if anyone one ever asked him that before. Or at least that's how he's looking at me like I am the first person to ever do so. After what seemed like an hour, Noah finally spoke, breaking the silence between them.

“Um do you maybe want to hear the rest, I could use a second set of ears.” he said, opening his door

I smiled and shook my head yes. Noah opened the door all the way and was met with the same bedroom he would do his twitch streams on. The first thing that caught my attention was how cold the room was. It was like an icebox in here, and when I looked over at the thermostat I realized it was 54 degrees. “My God, what is this guy a vampire ?” The second thing was how clean and pristine everything was. The room had a luscious scent to it making me feel some type of way. “There's no way I'm getting turned on by a cute guy and a clean room. Snap the heck out of it”

Noah shut the door and walked past me while placing his hand on my shoulder. Would be lying if I said the touch didn't make me jump a little.

“Oh sorry,” he said with half a smile,

Dammit he noticed. For once, can I not be such a nervous wreck

“Here. It's probably more comfortable than the seats downstairs” he said, pulling his gaming chair over

I sat down, and Noah sat across from me on his bed. There was another awkward silence between the both of us, Noah broke it by speaking up first. Thank God because I didn't know how to.

“Um here. I hate being hot, so I keep it freezing here

Noah handed me a pullover hoodie that said TDOPOM. Whatever the heck that was. Must be some pop singer or something. I looked around and saw all his twitch equipment, all the times he would play fall guy or a scary game was right here in this area. I could also see where the candle left a soot mark from when it exploded. Noticing made me giggle, but Noah brought me to attention.

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry I was so rude at first. I'm kind of going through a lot, but It doesn't excuse my actions. I hope you can forgive me, and we can start over.” he said, looking up at me.

He seemed so soft and caring, compared to the guy who was about to take my soul with eyes just a few moments ago. I couldn't stay upset with him even if I wanted to.

“Oh it's okay, I understand. A random creepy girl has her ear up to your door eavesdropping. I would have the same reaction. All is forgiven, I promise.” I said, giving him a shy smile

“I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?”

“Y/N. I don't usually get out much, Ana convinced me this time around, though..”

“Not much of a party person, aye?.”

“You could say that my parents don't think it's a good idea,” I said,

Noah gave me a concerned look. I was confused at first, but then I realized how many 22-year-olds are controlled by their parents

“Wait how old are you?” he said

“Oh, I'm 22. I'm sorry I should have specified that in the beginning.” I said with a nervous laugh

“And your parents tell you what you should and shouldn't be doing?” he said with a raised brow

“Yeah for someone as inexperienced as I am, it's probably best,” I said, laughing

He leaned back on the bed, exposing his torso. A tiny part of his tummy was showing, which was also decorated in beautiful art. It made me wonder what the rest of this man was covered in.

“What do you mean?” he said with a smile

“I stumbled into a random guy's room. You could have kidnapped me for all I know.” I said, shrugging

“Hey come on, does the mustache make me look that weird,” he said jokingly

“Maybe a little,” I said

We both laughed and shared a smile.

“What?” I said, still looking at him with a smile

“Nothing it's just, you know you're a really beautiful person,” Noah said

“You barely know me,” I said with a small chuckle

“I know, but I can tell. You have this peaceful demeanor, yet your eyes are screaming at me to set you free. What's binding you, Y/N?”

“Alright, Aristotle relax. How about we get back to this song that I was eavesdropping on.” I said, joking pushing his shoulder

The conversation he was trying to start wasn't one I was ready to have. Especially with a stranger, to be honest, I wasn't ready to lose him yet even though he wasn't mine. These last few moments have been pure bliss, bliss that I haven't felt k such a long time. Noah grabbed his guitar and finally showed me the rest of the song.

“I can wait for you at the bottom,I can stay away if you want me to, I could wait for years if I gotta. Heaven knows I ain't getting over you. We'll try again When we're not so different. We will make amends

'Til then, I'll just pretend.”

When he was finished, I was lost for words. The story those lyrics made were like the ones I've read in books. The love story I dreamed of having and this man put it into a song.

“Hey, are you okay?” Noah said, putting his guitar aside and getting down on his knees to face me.

I didn't even realize I was crying until he wiped a tear from my face. The funny thing is, yes, I was crying because this song broke my heart, but also because someone hurt this man enough to make this haunting love story of a song.

“I'm so sorry.” I pulled myself together and just let my thoughts poor out

“I'm not sure who hurt you, but I pray you'll find happiness once again. You truly deserve it, and I'm so sorry.” I said, wiping with my sleeve

“You’re crying for me? Noah said confused

“Well of course, it’s not fair that someone put you through hell and back yet you stay loyal to them. I’m sorry but they don’t deserve you.” I said putting my hands into my face.

I couldn’t bear the thought of someone hurting this sweet man. Why would anyone want to hurt someone who is so kind? Maybe these are things I didn’t understand about the world yet since I’m constantly sheltered. To be honest all I want to do is hug him but I feel like that would be too much for the both of us. We just met an hour ago and I’m already bawling my eyes out.

“Y/N please don’t cry for me,” Noah said, pulling my hands down from my face and holding them. Noah eyes were completely locked into mine. He had the most breathtaking shade of brown eyes, all I could see in them was the warmth of eveasting earth.

“I'm okay, I promise,” Noah said

Something came over me, and I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my face into his collar bone. I wanted him to feel some type of comfort, and I prayed this hug would do it. Before Mama and Papa went crazy, Papa would always tell you can heal someone's damaged heart with a meaningful hug. That's all I wanna do is heal these poor souls'broken heart. Noah wrapped his arms around my body and held me right. I knew it, I knew he needed a hug and hadn't received one in so long. I could tell by the way he was holding me that he never wanted to let me go. His luscious scent smelled like vanilla mixed with rosewood, so sweet yet so intoxicating at the same time. I wanted more but I couldn't sit here and hug him all night or else I would. Just getting high off his scent to the point where I'm completely stupid. I pulled away from the crevis of his neck, and we were face to face. Noah wiped my tears away once again and lightly drew his thumb across my lips.

“Oh angel, please don't cry over a demon like me.”

What he said sent shivers down my spine and made me have a knot pulling in my lower Abdomen. We kept making eye contact with each other lips. At this, we both had the same thing on our minds but neither one of us wanted to make the first move.

I'd never kissed anyone before and began to feel nervous about what he was going to do. I hope he won't force me or make me feel stupid. I didn't want to screw this up, and before I knew it, Noah was looking at me again. I think he could see how nervous I was. Did I give it away that I've never kissed anyone ?

“I won't do it if you don't want me to Y/N,” Noah said quietly

No, I want this more than anything, I'd rather you than some stupid church boy.

“Please. Please kiss me.”

His lips connected with mine, his tongue tracing across my bottom lip, a silent ask to deepen the kiss. I happily let him in. Before I knew it, his fingers were wrapped in my hair, and if I didn't know any better, his hand was wrapped around my heart. I could feel my knees two seconds away from giving in and wanting to give it up to him.

“Damn, THEY BOTH IN HERE GETTING SOME! YO ANA CHURCH GIRL GOT IT IN HER AFTER ALL.” Matt yelled, followed by some hallowing from everyone making their way up the steps

“Uh oh” I said

Noah POV

I’m going to kill every single one of these fucking idiots

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Enjoy. I love you all @reyadawn @bloodylullaby @fadingintothegrey @dreamstyles @hurricanesfollowyou @supersquirrel1996

[artistic-intrxvert]

can you write yandere funtime foxy and funtime freddy headcanons please and thank you?

Hey Bon Bon, we have a new friend!! Fr tho hello!! I got excited when i saw this :D ✨FNAF SISTER LOCATION APPRECIATION✨ I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day/night wherever you are!! <3333333

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO YANDERE TOPICS!!

Other TWs: Swearing, Mentions of breaking bones, dark topics, Funtime Freddy, feral animatronics..i think it's pretty self-explanatory-

If I missed a TW, please tell me so i can add it!

✨Funtime Foxy🦊

From what I understand of Funtime Foxy as a general character, he loves to have attention on him

So i would imagine as a Yandere, it would be much, MUCH worse

Wants your attention 24/7 and will not take no as an answer

As for how you got stuck with this little shit? Yeah you were hired to do all of the stuff that needs to be done during the day since your coworker, Mike, has the night shift

Funtime Foxy always enjoyed when you came by to make sure that his voice box and other mechanical parts worked fine because that meant that he got to spend time with you! Not to mention you have have all of your attention on him and him only

Hated it whenever you had to go check out the other animatronics heaven forbid Funtime Freddy

Yeah no Funtime Foxy and Funtime Freddy do not get along...at all

One day at work he doesn't respond to tests for his voice box so that you think it needs replacing, and while you turn around to go grab a new one he hits you over the head and knocks you out

Alright so now you are kidnapped, congratulations! Would you like a trophy? Nevermind, i don't think I have any that say "Congrats for getting kidnapped by a lovesick animatronic fox"

Anyways-

Loves to perform for you! I mean, he loves to talk about being on stage and performances so why not perform for his darling?

What other choice do you have? Escaping? Oh, no you don't

If you even try escaping this mother fucker he's going to know before you can even get to the vent that leads to the elevator

He will then proceed to break both of your legs, not flinching or pausing when your cries of pain echo throughout the underground circus

Will take care of you until you feel better, by then you would have learned your lesson...

"Now now, don't give me that look...why are you crying? Didn't you even think of what was going to happen? Tsk Tsk..i suppose i will put aside my lovely performance just to take care of you..”

🐇Funtime Freddy🎤

If you thought Funtime Foxy was bad, then you clearly don't know fear until you've experienced a Yandere!Funtime Freddy

Now, Freddy by himself is already dangerous enough as it is

But because he has Bon Bon and can literally throw him at people, there is absolutely no hope for you, I’m sorry to say

As for how you got stuck with this psychotic bitch, you are given the ✨Night Shift✨ instead of Michael

And for those of you that know your stuff, Michael has to deal with Freddy and Bon Bon on night 2

So on your second night of working your Night Shift, you got stuck with this motherfucker

Will let you leave the weird back room closet thing he calls his room, but will have the others keep you away from the door

Suuuuper aggressive; if you wanted him to be nice, do everything he says, simple as that

As for entertainment, he will tell jokes and will sometimes play hide and seek with you

Nah never mind he plays hide and seek with you a lot, it gets super terrifying

I can imagine you think your hiding well and then you just hear a whisper in front or behind you saying “Found you…I win”

No hope for you escaping, it’s just you watching him recite programmed jokes over and over and over again

If you try to escape, will let you get to the vent before promptly throwing bon bon at your head, essentially giving you a concussion

He will take care of you though! No need to worry!

If you dare pull something like this again, more headaches and concussions until it gets through your thick skull (his words)

“How many times am I going to have to do this before it gets through that thick fucking skull of yours?! *sigh* It’s fine, I will just have to keep you in my room for another week, not like you can say anything against it..”

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This is my first time writing yandere stuff so I hope I got this right! I didn’t go back and check to see if these had proper grammar and spelling but it’s fineee-

Hope you have an amazing rest of your day/night!

-artistic-intrxvert

[youryanderedaddy]

as another victim of a yandere, (mf stalked me and my relatives, then bullied me after i broke up with him), i just want to say, your work never really came off to me as romanticizing yanderes. actually, i see it as a pretty damn realistic portrayal of them, as well as how you write the s/o's or y/ns. you never really wrote the stories with a "it's so cute and sweet omg" way for me. Like you showed pretty realistic responses to abuse and extremely toxic relationships, and i commend you for that. I personally read yandere stories as a way of feeling things about my experiences, like i read yan stories to process it and for thrill as well. i never really read them because i find it cute, so your stories are def my cup of tea. PS: I'm fucking obsessed with "The First Shot Is A Warning", it's legit the only yan story series i've been able to read over and over and not get bored. I love stories where the darling hates the yandere 'till the very end.

I'm really sorry that you had to go through this, I hope you're safe now. In my personal life I've had very close people stuck in abusive relationships that unfortunately led to stalking and assault. It's incredibly painful, frustrating and just exhausting - and when it's your friend or family, you feel helpless. You want to help them, but you just don't know how. In my personal experience, the police often disregards stalking cases until something fatal happens, which is insane, and I really wish it was taken more seriously. It's one of the cruelest things someone can do to you, it's selfish and just egotistical. No one deserves this treatment and I genuinely hope the fucker got his due.

I think I choose to write about "yanderes" because I like horror. I absolutely don't think that any of the situations I write about would be appealing in real life (like, I'm literally ace 😭). To me this is one of the most horrifying situations to be stuck in. Very similar to survival horror, it gives me a reason to explore paranoia, helplessness, resistance, the adaptivity of the human brain to stress and limitation, etc. In that sense, I am glad you enjoy my stories - but please take care of your mental health and make sure you're not reliving bad memories through them!

Aaand thank you <33 I had a lot of fun writing The Last Shot Is A Warning because it's one of my few stories with a bit of worldbuilding and just a slight touch of politics. Anyways, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Sending good vibes 💕

[sapphic-scylla]

First Impression Best to Worst Boss Fights in Shadow of the Erdtree

DLC has been out for a minute and I’ve done my initial runthrough and taken as much as I could from it. Suffice to say, I did love it a lot and thought that it has a solid amount of staying power. This list covers the main bosses only (and a few notable side bosses) and as usual, unless you don’t care about SPOILERS, I recommend not reading past this point:

Midra, Lord of Frenzied Flame: Now, already, I feel like people are gonna disagree with me. Hear me out. When I first hit this fight, I was like “they integrated a PVP-centric status condition into a boss fight. How is that fair?”. And then I thought about it for a second. No fight style makes this fight easier. No weapon, no spell, no armor makes this fight easier. It is as you see it. This man’s attacks can cover almost an entire room, snipe you from a thousand miles away, his melee attacks hit like a train, and builds up your Frenzy, which can leave you vulnerable and chunk your health and FP. But, he also is easy to stagger, he doesn’t move very fast, and his attacks are telegraphed a year in advance. It’s perfect. He doesn’t have a ton of health, but he is absolutely savage. He’s what difficulty SHOULD be and the sigh of satisfaction when you beat him is REAL. You can’t really cheese or simplify this boss beyond KILL HIM and it’s so refreshing to find a boss that no matter your choice of loadout, Midra will keep you on your toes in the most horror game-like way. Also lore wise, the vibes in this entire area were unsettling and immaculate and the “Eyes of Sauron/Winter Lantern” enemies actually made me jump in that horror game fun way and I adored it.

Messmer, The Impaler/Base Serpent: Now, this was the fight I forced myself to learn through sheer force of will. I literally slammed my head against this man for a day because I knew that the only thing that was killing me was my own arrogance and IT PAID OFF. By the end when I finally beat him, I adored this fight. This man lets you fucking have it, but at no point did it ever seem unfair or bullshit or, hell, even free. This fight is a perfect mix of cinematic, difficult, and a riot to learn and improve at and I genuinely look forward to this fight each playthrough now.

Rellana, Twin Moon Knight: A scaled-up version of my favorite base game Dark Souls 3 boss and she didn’t disappoint. Incredible fight, solidly learnable, and definitely one of the highlights of my first runthrough.

Bayle the Dread: The quickest love-hate relationship I’ve ever had the pleasure to wade through. In my first ten tries, I could not help but think “this is the worst. What can I do against this man except die?”. But the more I fought him, the more I enjoyed it and the more fair I found it. He is overwhelming, yes, but his tells are obvious and when you recognize the areas his attacks affect, he becomes a lot less oppressive. He also has the greatest phase 2 transition of all time. I mean my love for Placie has grown over the past few months, but I think Bayle edges out for Second place in best Dragon fights in Elden Ring. Fortissax takes first.

Scadutree Avatar: This fucker seems easy at first, and then he starts driving around. I severely underestimated this boss at first due to how much damage he was taking compared to everything else. Then he hits second phase and until then, I’d never been jumpscared by a sunflower before. Still not the hardest boss by any means, but definitely checks you at the door.

Romina, Saint of the Bud: I mean, outside of the obvious, I don’t know why I enjoyed this fight. Her rushdown is legendary and she deals in Scarlet Rot, so you’d think I would hate this fight. But her tactics ended up being fairly straightforward, her Rot wasn’t as oppressive as I thought it would be, and she really is such an aesthetically pleasing fight.

Putrescent Knight: The goofiest looking creature on this list by far, but this dude kicked my ass several times. He definitely came with his fair share of surprises, but he never felt overly obnoxious or overstayed his welcome. Not the most fun fight, but definitely worthy of more praise than scorn.

Allies of Miquella: Debated putting this in here because it’s more of a PVP standoff than a boss fight, but I feel it’s worth a mention. Nothing particularly exciting, but it definitely is much more of a marathon than I was expecting and a very difficult one at that. Come prepared here. These people don’t pull punches.

Ghostflame Dragons: More a mention than anything. Nothing unique, but it did force me to rethink how to fight dragons a la Darkeater Midir which I enjoyed.

Metyr, Mother of Fingers: Well, we had to hit the lower half eventually. Metyr doesn’t have a ton of health which puts her up here, but I generally dislike bosses that remind me of The One Reborn where it feels like no matter where you hit the boss, you’re still being dealt damage just for walking up to it which, I’m sure, incentivizes spellcasters, but frustrating nonetheless.

Promised Consort Radahn: Malenia without all of the charm and enjoyment. Malenia, I still firmly believe takes the cake in terms of hardest (and best) boss in Elden Ring, but Radahn did not skimp on the difficulty round two. That being said, his move set is far less enjoyable to learn than Malenia’s and often, it just felt the impressive amount of health and the absolutely unhinged amount of capable range this man has is unjustifiable. Plus, Malenia invites aggression and allows for so many ways to contest her despite her making you work for it while Radahn just hurts. Pain for the sake of improvement is great. Pain for the sake of pain is a lot less fun.

Ancient Dragon Senessax: I did not think that the thing that would make me hate a fight like Lansseax or Fortissax would be just setting the damn thing in a pool of water, but here we are. The lightning AOE’s in this fight are ruthless and are a lot less avoidable for how much they stagger on a regular day. Definitely not the worst, but not a fun development.

Golden Hippopotamus: This thing definitely killed more innocent players than real hippos do every year in real life. This thing SUCKS to fight. Camera monsters in general are just a pain, but when half of your screen is covered in porcupine quills (yes, YOU HEARD ME), this thing becomes substantially more of a drag. That and this abomination punches above its weight class and I just generally found this fight as entertaining as a mosquito bite.

Commander Gaius: Fuck this man. I’ve never had a dude kill me so consistently or so consecutively in the first 5 seconds of the fight. It’s been a minute since a boss legitimately made me yell at my TV screen and I did not welcome the experience. Also, this man had absolutely no right or privilege to ride my ass this fucking hard unless he bought me dinner first. Will not enjoy revisiting this dude.

Divine Beast Dancing Lion: Brace yourself. This is gonna be a long one. I apologize in advance. *breathe in* *heavy sigh* I’ve never actively thought any boss in any Dark Souls game was purely unwarranted or worthy of true hatred. Despite all of the bosses I dislike fighting across all FromSoft games, I always attempted to find a bright side or something like lore or environment or something to justify its existence and I had succeeded. Until I met this fucking thing. This menace didn’t have the most kills on me (that goes to Malenia and Messmer) or did anything in particular that actively exploited my playstyle (like Maliketh, Mohg, or the Crucible Duo). This cockroach merely existed and it was enough. Its body is a giant blob. Its hitbox is horrific. It punishes aggression. It punishes passivity. This thing has ranged attacks, melee attacks, magical attacks, passive effects, movement patterns, retaliatory tactics, and even him just looking at me hits like a goddamn truck. He is so hard to read and does so much damage and does the most unhinged, wtf follow-ups that I’ve ever seen with the most hairpin trigger aggression I’ve ever experienced in my life. He does frost damage, lightning damage, physical damage, I’m pretty sure there is fire damage in there somewhere, emotional damage, and mood damage. And, to top it all off, THERE’S A FUCKING SECOND ONE OUT IN THE BOONIES THAT IS EVEN FUCKING WORSE. Basilisks have been in the Soulsborne conglomerate for as long as I can remember and I’ve tolerated their existence until FOUR OF THEM WANDER INTO THIS FUCKING FIGHT AT THE BEGINNING OF PHASE 2. THIS LION HAS A DEATH BLIGHT PHASE. You know, the one status effect in Elden Ring that INSTANTLY KILLS YOU. And the best part? If you don’t kill him fast enough, HE CAN DO IT AGAIN. It would not surprise me if the same sadist that came up with the Double Gargoyle fight came up with this one. And like I said, he doesn’t have the most health I’ve ever seen, but it doesn’t fucking matter. The only thing that matters is how fast you can remove his health because he WILL kill you if you give him any leeway. I fought this thing twice and I know about as much about how to fight this thing as I did the first time I walked into its arena. I succeeded twice by SHEER DUMB LUCK. I despise this thing and if I could actively avoid it, I would not hesitate.

[monstersinthecosmos]

So I'm a newbie in the VC universe that discovered the books only a few months ago through the series and I have a question regarding Louis character so I came here because I believe it's a safe space for that. Well, to begin with, I'm not really into the vampire lore before so the show was okay to me and since I'm more of the reading type, I plan on reading the books after watching the movie too because I kinda like the aesthetic of that century. And oh gosh, that was the best decision I ever made because I am madly in love with it especially with Louis whom I find so relatable, but then that's when I realised that though I find myself relatable in Book Louis, that never came across me with Show Louis and I wonder what could be the main reason for it. Is it my lack of understanding the story in the show or the show doesn't show me the side of that Louis? I suppressed this thought for a long time because of the constant fandom war going around regarding the book vs movie vs show on Twitter and I only upload Tumblr not long ago so I really got no one to ask at that time. Sorry if my question is hard to understand/lacking in any sense, I'm not really good in voicing out my thoughts.

Hi! So like, TLDR; they are two completely different stories and two completely different sets of characters that happen to share names. I don't think it's a big mystery that one resonates with you and the other doesn't, that's just how it goes! And I hesitate to compare & contrast the two canons too deeply because I don't need any drama lol. But I'll try to parse some of this: I don't think you're missing something in the show. Unless I missed it too. 😅 But truly the show has a completely new character, and while I think they have some things in common, and I definitely really SAW LOUIS a couple times, they really aren't the same. And even in moments where I think I see Louis (ie: thoughtful, brooding, spiritually tortured) I think some of the decisions the show made to change the story just really narratively don't work for the book character. I really think these two pieces are best enjoyed as completely unrelated series, because we can tie ourselves in knots trying to make the book fit what we're watching, and vice versa, and every character on the show is essentially an OC. Of all the characters we've met on the show, I don't think ANY of them feel like the book counterparts. (Lestat is the worst offender for me personally LOL.)

The book I think also is about grief and Anne Rice often discussed using "the vampire as the other" as a means to write stories about feeling isolated. I think that's a huge reason why the books are so successful and why they reach so many people! It's such a broad theme and using vampires as a symbolic conversation means that we can make it about anything when we're reading. And especially like IWTV being written IN GRIEF I think makes that theme so so powerful like not just the pain but like, how disorienting it is, how lost you feel, how small and powerless. And feelings of grief come up over and over in the series, and not just literally about people, but about the sun, about life, about things we lose when we're forced to go on without. And I don't think the show really got into that topic; even using vampirism as a conversation the timeline of the canon is so short it doesn't really stick the landing. We get some brief glimpses of the life Louis had before, but by the end of the season his family is still alive. Barely any time has gone by. If this will be sort of an overarching theme over the longevity of the whole series we shall see, but tbh S1 was so absolutely unrecognizable to me as a book fan that I'm not super interested in following up lol. You'll have to get back to me in a few years and let me know how it went. 😂

ANYWAY. I outsourced this ask to a couple friends because admittedly I've never been a huge Louis fucker so some of the show changes were lost on me and I hesitate to speak deeply on either version of him for that reason but!

@somevagrantchild says: [...] the tv show created a whole new character in Louis’s place, in a different century with different values and a different background that gave him his own unique personality and struggles that are very different from book Louis. Which means the decisions and choices he makes are also very different as well as the way he relates to Lestat.

An example is show Louis using his vampire powers to get revenge on people from his mortal life vs book vampires becoming detached and not caring about those things anymore Also show Louis being selective about who he kills (coming up with the evildoer idea on his own) vs book Louis just never wanting to know, so being the most indiscriminate killer of them all @covenofthearticulate says: i mean god the whole goddamn point of louis' character is that he only really values humanity after losing it, so after being turned he's like desperately grappling to find some sense of humanity and identity and goodness and i think that's something that resonated with a lot of readers who feel Othered………whereas the show gave him vampire powers that were basically an excuse for gore porn and weird revenge power fantasy @covenofthearticulate also wrote this post (in her @sangcreole blog) about the decision to have Louis kill Lestat rather than Claudia and I think it sums up a lot of the dissonance as well.

Anyway yeah the fandom can be a nightmare about this topic because I think people can be very defensive and emotional, and unfortunately there's a lot of cult behavior and bullying when people step out of the party line, and it makes it difficult to discuss these as two pieces of media which are different from each other, without saying that one or the other is bad. And we all relate to characters differently, and for random reasons, and we often DO NOT PICK OUR BLORBOS LOL, so like it makes sense that a book character might resonate with you when the TV character didn't, because they aren't the same character, and they are acting from different backgrounds, they are being used for completely different narrative functions, and their relationships to the people & places & centuries around them are totally different stories.

[drdemonprince]

For the kink thing. As an Autistic person, I was restrained sometimes in elementary school, possibly early middle school because I was forced to put up with the classroom environment for the convenience of the school systems I've been in instead of being allowed to just go outside and not put up with people inside. It's hilarious to me that people try to defend restraining above all else instead of as like, a last resort in genuine emergencies where a kid could hurt another, because I ended up developing kink and fetishes around it that I've still got in my late 20s. Could you imagine the pandemonium over restraint defenders having to contend with defending the sexual side of restraint. Where there's adults giving kids all sorts of sexual fantasies and urges just so they can write on a sheet of paper about who threw tea into what harbor as a precursor to a revolutionary war? Especially when there's alternatives like just letting the kid read the textbook alone outside or something? Sorry if mentioning this interaction between adults and kids is uncomfortable but that's literally what happened to me. I honestly have no idea if that restraint can be defined as csa or if what happened to me counts as that, maybe that got normalized for me. You're a mental health expert you'd probably know.

Thank you so much for sharing about this anon. Before I respond let me clarify that I'm not the mental health expert, I'm a dude with a research PhD who's been in enough academic psychological spaces to recognize that most of what gets passed around as knowledge in our field are just pre-existing cultural biases with fancy scientific terms slapped on top of them.

What you experienced was abuse and coercion, and whether we deem that as sexual or not doesn't necessarily make a difference in terms of how bad and violating that it is. We also can't know for sure whether your kink came from this abuse, but that doesn't change the wrongness of the abuse or of how violating it must feel to enjoy sex that always harkens back to your abuse. You had a traumatic experience that has lingering effects, including being reminded of your abuse during sex, and that tells us all we need to know -- that you were hugely violated and that the violation lingers and affects how safe you feel in your body especially during sex.

Talking about the origins of fetishes is always tricky and fraught, some people in the kink world find that conversation endlessly fascinating, and others reject the importance of it entirely, but I think regardless of where one stands on that issue, it is useful for abuse survivors to be able to talk about how they have eroticized their mistreatment and the complex messy feelings that they have about that. not everyone gets a fetish from abuse, but for those of us who do experience a linkage, talking about it feels really important.

And when it comes to that dynamic, you certainly are not alone. I tend to think that much of my fetish for psychological coercion and mind control is strongly linked to growing up in an emotionally and psychologically repressive environment. Being expected to not only behave but to think and feel in a very narrow range of acceptable ways did a real number on me. as did being (forgive the term) groomed to serve as my parents' sole emotional companion and confidant. i didnt under go official ABA but i was conditioned to comply. and my body, the tricky little fucker that it is, has coped with that history by eroticizing it.

I'm actually really grateful to my body for having made lemonade out of this lemon. I could feel ashamed that my early experiences 'broke' me into only finding controlling and manipulative interactions arousing. and I could meet this need in an indirect, internally conflicted way, say by only dating people who actually are abusive because they're the only ones who really get me fired up enough to sexually respond. And I did do that, until my mid twenties. and it was very damaging to me, but not because what i desired sexually was bad. but because i was ashamed and i wasn't treating myself with respect, and those things are bad.

What works far better for me is being open about my fantasies and finding consenting adults with whom to play them out, and to educate myself on how to go about fulfilling them in a safer way. Or I can at least inform myself of the risks and the rewards and make reasoned decisions about them. that's good too.

That's all a long aside though. let's talk about you. I fucking hate that our educational system prizes compliance above learning. You're absolutely right, you could have just read a book about class subjects out in the grass far away from anybody and it's awful that instead you were locked into an overwhelming room and then physically restrained when you couldn't cope with it.

That kind of shit can really fray a person's relationship to their body and their notions of consent and that DOES affect their sexual relationships no matter what. ABA therapy grooms kids for being abused and for staying silent when they are sexually assaulted.

it can be a wonderful thing that your body coped with that lemon by making you the lemonade of a restraint kink, if you want it to be. But you're not any less enlightened or healed or whatever if you don't want to engage with that or if it's too triggering to. It makes sense that recognizing that your sexuality is linked to your abuse makes you feel gross and weird.

For me, what works is engaging with the kinks that scratch that powerful itch, and then engaging in aftercare, and not bothering myself with ideas about my fantasies making me broken or being ashamed of them or what have you. But from where you're sitting, you obviously have every right to be angry that perhaps your abuse was what saddled you with this kink, and that regardless of whereever the kink came from, your abuse means that enjoying the kind of sex you like is also linked to something horrible that happened to you.

I wish that we could have real, open conversations about this with the child restraint defenders and the child abuse apologists and every supporter of ABA. I would love to see their skin crawl with the realization that the abuse they put children through is so harrowing and world-shifting that some kids brains have to erect entire psychosexual defenses around them in order to cope. i get why you want to really throw that in their faces and make them feel as horrified as they always deserve to feel about advocating for this stuff.

But their reaction of horror would come with the implication that having a kink or a fetish is some kind of pathology, and obviously that's not an idea we buy into around here. it's not good for any queer people or disabled people to really make that claim. And in reality, the people you might want to share that information with, in a spirit of righteous indignation, would not actually be moved or persuaded by it. because they never cared about intellectual consistency or the consent of kids ever in the first place.

thanks again for the message, I'm sure it will bring a lot of self recognition to more people than you'll even realize.

[shegxox]

the beauty of language: giving gifts. | sova

how your tradition if gift giving with sova started

c.w: swearing, other than that, just fluff

w.c 2,558

a.n: also just wanna say that all my valorant fics will be "scattered" and throw bits mc's lore here and there. I will also be very 'vague' when it comes to the character's feelings, meaning, I won't confirm or deny whether the relationships are platonic or not, that will be up to you– my readers. . . for now ;) enjoy!

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THE first time you gave Sova a gift was technically the first time you met him, which was after you saved him from your double that was apparently from another Earth. Fighting yourself was probably one of the weirdest and mind-boggling experiences you had; you even questioned yourself if you were drunk or going crazy because of college.

Ah, yes. You were a college student before getting recruited into the protocol.

---

You groaned for the umpteenth time, slumping back to your chair as you grabbed your plump bumblebee plushie and stuffed it on your face, screaming through it.

It was already two in the morning, and you were almost done reviewing for your finals that will take place later at 9 a.m.

'Why the fuck did I choose this course again?' You thought to yourself, dragging down the plush toy from your face. 'Do I hate myself that much?'

You sighed, setting down your plushie on your lap before staring down at the countless notes, flashcards, and textbooks that were scattered on your study table.

"I love my course. I love my course; I love my course. . ." You muttered repeatedly to yourself as you organized the clutter on your desk.

You clearly need to take a breather, or maybe even a drink. You don't want to see anything related to school for at least an hour.

"Fuck it." You made up your mind; self-care is important, mental health goes first. You stood up from your chair, stretching as you do so.

"And fuck you. . ." You insulted saltily to your reviewers and reading materials before grabbing your jacket, keys, and a bag with a bottle of wine (Yes. Wine) and your bee plushie in it. After that, you were out of the house and riding your sleek motorcycle down the road.

A ride and a drink make the stress go away in a blink.

There was a spot near your neighborhood where it had a reputation of being haunted, and because of that, no one really dares to go near it other than delinquents and lil fuckers who vandalize the place. It was just an abandoned school that was near the woods, a questionable location for a school– which is probably why it was abandoned– but it became one of your spots where you can just chill and relax.

You never really checked if it was haunted or not, you were actually scared to go in and find out even if you're a supernatural yourself, but the eerieness strangely added to the peace, so you usually just sit outside the entrance steps.

You thought your destressing was going to go as usual– sit on the steps, drink whatever alcohol you had on you, sober up, and then go back home.

Oh boy, you were wrong.

You had literally only taken three sips of wine straight from the bottle when you felt the ground shake.

"What the fuck. . ." You stiffened, blinking a couple of times in surprise. "Earthquake?"

You stayed still for a moment to get a feel of the situation. The ground didn't continue to shake; however, you heard this distant scream that echoed from the inside of the building.

You stood up immediately with your guard up, whipping your head towards the broken doors of the entrance of the building.

Your heartbeat started to elevate.

"Shit. . ." Was this place haunted after all? But why now? After all this time and opportunity for the ghost to fuck around with other people trespassing, it just had to fuck around with you?

You checked the wines' alcohol content.

"I must be drunk already," you laughed nervously, eyebrows furrowing as you felt the fear starting to creep up your spine. "Yeah, I must be. I'm starting to hear things."

The alcohol content was 5%. . .

You were practically drinking mildly spicy grape juice.

At times like this, in your situation, you thought it would be better to gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss away yourself from the situation.

'. . .But what if that scream came from a person?' You paused, thinking. It is entirely possible, this place is practically a good spot for y'know. . . hiding a body.

You swallowed thickly, 'If someone dies here, then this place may actually be haunted.'

'Ah shit. . .'

With that stupid excuse and thought in mind, you placed down your wine and wore your backpack before reluctantly going in.

Your exploration was very nerve-wracking, but at the same time, your curiosity only grows bigger with each step you take. You didn't fail to take note of the stacks of radianite in almost every corner of the place.

Was this some sort of secret facility?

But if so, where are the people?

If it is some sort of secret facility, then their security should be better than this.

As you were about to turn to a corner, you suddenly heard an explosion out of nowhere, confirming one of your thoughts.

'Yup, not ghosts.'

And because you're kind of a gossip, you kept going in further to investigate instead of minding your business and getting the fuck out of there.

The sound led you to the field area of the school; the only light source there was is an actual fire burning the grass. You could make out big lumps on the ground–which you dare not to assume were human bodies (even though it seemed that way) and two forms facing eacother.

One was wrapped around in some thick binds that were rooted from the ground, slightly hoisting their body up in the air, and the other was before them seemingly to be the one controlling the binds.

Were they a radiant just like you?

You were close enough to possibly hear them, but not near enough to make out what they look like, especially with the dark shading the fire provided.

The person in control then spoke, and their voice immediately made you froze on your spot.

"Accept your defeat; you lose this time." That voice sounded exactly like. . . you?

Ah, so it's true. . . College does make you crazy eventually.

'What the hell?'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; it might just be a crazy coincidence, but the resemblance was uncanny. You leaned in closer to your hiding spot, trying hard to see what the person looked like.

Your mind was already forming possible conclusions to this situation.

"Any last words, hunter?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as the person raised their hand and manifested something from the ground, it looked like a collection of vines wrapped together to form a pointed end.

You frowned in familiarity. 'That power. . .'

"Your life is mine."

Your blood ran cold as you heard those words. You don't know exactly what's happening, but one thing is clear for sure: someone could die.

You can't let that happen. Ever. It doesn't matter if you judge the situation as right or wrong. You have to move. Now.

As the vine moved to pierce the other, you disappeared from your spot, only to reappear in between the two before quickly raising your hand to meet the sharp end instead. As it made contact with your palm, a green light glowed before the manifestation transformed into countless blue butterflies, fluttering away as you caught a glimpse of the attacker's face.

Your expression shifted to disbelief as you stand face to face with your own self. Your double mirroring the surprised expression that you held.

"You. . ." The other you said, completely flabbergasted from the sudden sight and intrusion.

They had the same hair, same features– the only thing different was their clothes. They look like they're dressed for battle and the eyecatching thing about their outfit was the shade of dark red staining them.

Just what in the world did you decide to step into??

"Well, nice to meet you too." You said sarcastically before swiping your hand harshly to the side. A thick vine erupted from the ground before hitting your double hard, sending her flying quite a distance.

As you turned around, vines started to surround you and the captive person, forming a beautiful protective orb.

The bind from the other person came undone, and you caught them as they fell from a short height.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked with concern lacing your voice. The person was a man, and he gazed upon you, stunned by your sudden appearance.

"You are. . ." He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Shhh, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here to help, I'm friendly. Are you hurt anywhere?" You asked, inspecting the man. "Oh my gods, you must've been scared, uh–"

You held the sides of your head for a moment, thinking of what to do first.

You were getting overwhelmed.

He's probably traumatized, right? Maybe? You have no fucking idea. But you can't stay here in hiding, you have to take care of the other you outside.

You then reached for your backpack and pulled out your bee plushie before unintentionally shoving it into the man's chest.

"Wha–"

"Uhm, here it's a gift to help you calm down– that's Mr. Bee– uh, try not to freak out. You're– you're safe as long as you're here. Okay?"

"But I'm–"

"I'll take care of it, okay?"

Honestly, you were the one panicking. The seriousness of the situation was slowly dawning on you. You could already feel thorny vines starting to sprout out of your head.

A sign of you being in distress.

"But I can–"

"Hold on to Mr Bee. Don't be scared; he'll protect you."

Without another word, you opened just enough space for you to get out of the vine barrier before closing it again tightly behind you.

The man reached out his hand but wasn't able to catch you in time. He himself could tell that you were the one deeply panicking; everything happened so fast. He had to help you out somehow.

He tried to break the vines in any way possible, he tried to slash them with his knife but the vines only grew thicker; he couldn't see much from the other side, but when all spaces closed in, dots of light started to come into view.

His eyes wandered around in bewilderment.

"Fireflies. . ?"

They acted as his light from the inside and small white flowers began to bloom on the barrier as well; it had a strangely calming effect watching the flowers bloom.

The man sighs in defeat, eyes still brimming with concern. He looked at the bee plushie that he held with his right hand, gripping it tightly.

"I finally found you. . ." He utters softly.

"Please be safe."

---

Yep, that's how the two of you met. You saved four of his companions that night as well who were laying unconscious on the cold ground; he was the only one left alive and if it weren't for you meddling, that would've been the end of his life.

Much more happened after that but you ended up getting recruited in this secret organization called the Valorant Protocol, you put up a bit of a fight before joining but eventually, you gave in. And because of that, you had to leave your current life– which means no more college.

You sighed, looking at the empty room that was provided for you within the protocol headquarters.

"New home again, huh?"

Moving from one place to another wasn't so new to you, you're quite experienced in that to be honest, and decorating a new room is something that you enjoyed doing.

In the midst of your work you heard a soft knock on your door, followed by a familiar voice that you were slowly growing fond of hearing.

"Gaia?" It was your given callsign. "May I come in?"

"Yeah, come in!" You called out as you arranged an array of plushies on your bed.

The door slid to the side and there revealed the man that you saved. His eyebrows raised at the sight of your new room.

"A comfortable nest you have here." He comments as he looks around. "How unique."

You let out a soft chuckle before approaching the man.

"Thank you, Sova." You smiled. "It's nice to see you again, I didn't expect you to be back so soon from your mission. How did it go?"

"It went very well, we managed to secure the stolen radianite quickly."

"That's great!" You praised. "But why are you here? You should be resting after the mission."

"Ah." The man instinctively hid something behind his back. "I brought gifts."

Your left eyebrow shot up in curiosity as you glance at his hidden hands, your smile turning into a small smirk.

"Oh really now?" You say, small curious yellow flowers sprouting on your head. Your eyes twinkled in wonder as you gazed up at the man.

"What is it?"

The man stepped into your room and you took a step back to give him some space. Only then you realized how big the guy actually was.

'Damn, so that's where all my height went.' You mentally joked to yourself.

"I apologize if Protocol requires you to leave your current life behind, but that doesn't mean you have to stop your education." Pulling out his hands behind his back, he revealed a big blue paper bag.

"I heard that you were studying in the field of medical technology." He handed you the bag and you graciously accepted it, peeking inside. Your lips parted slightly from its content.

"What. . ."

"I believe you could still study on your own here. And if you ever need anything, you could always ask me."

The bag contained four science books– specifically about the Anatomy and Physiology of the human body, Histology, Biochemistry, and Phlebotomy. Along with two notebooks, and a set of colored pens.

"You– How did you get all this. . ." You uttered in astonishment. These books were hella pricey and you couldn't even find a physical copy of one of the books.

"When I was patrolling the area I came across a bookshop." Sova explained. "I just thought of you at that moment and. . ."

The man revealed his other hand and you gasped.

"I figured it would also be nice to give you a housewarming gift."

On his other hand was a potted succulent plant.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you feel your heart swell. Raising both your hands in a cupping position as Sova placed the plant on your palms.

"I hope you like it." He said before scratching the back of his neck. "I don't know much about plants but–"

Sova's eyes suddenly widened, and he cut himself off. The sight of you looking lovingly at the plant as blue hydrangeas bloomed beautifully around your hair made him pause for a moment.

It was always so fascinating to see your emotions show through your ability, and he felt relieved that you enjoyed his gift.

You then looked up at him, eyes glassy as you gave him an endearing smile.

"Thank you, I'll treasure it forever." You uttered softly, Sova felt his lips part slightly, feeling his heart thump hard against his chest.

He couldn't help but return the smile.

"You're welcome."

From then on, he wanted to see that expression on your face again. Full of appreciation, full of joy.

It oddly gave him a sense of fulfilment.

That was Sova's first gift to you, and the start of your random gift-giving tradition.

[swarmishstrangers]

Hey, do you think Mallek would be into dating sims? Specifically the ones that have robot characters? <- thinks about calculester from monster prom

(anyway, I hope you're getting better and I'm not bothering you with this silly little ask that ran into my head after reading your mallek headcanons and playing the game ever! Keep yourself warm and comfortable, please)

Bit late answering this ask! I am indeed much better and no longer sicky teehee

Also erm? You're SO right anon I literally am../j ofc! It makes me like. Stupid happy that people like how I write/see Mallek. UGHH him and Boldir are my fav trolls 5ever and I want to write them the best I can.

As for your your questionnn uhh? I'm honestly not sure? The type of games I can see Mallek playing ranges from casual games, multiplayers that he can get on calls with and talk with friends, sandbox style games, and ofc, if he's really wanting to use up his brain power, some pretty difficult and complicated RPGs that involve a lot of reading or remembering things. The last one interestingly, though, is, to no one's surprise, likes shitposty kind of games.

Mallek, on his own, I don't think seeks out to play dating sims, not the serious ones anyway. Sure, he hears about some popular ones (a lot of eastern Alternian dating sims are crazy popular) and he enjoys some eastern Alternian anime (not a lot to say he's a megafan or anything but, ya know, casually). But he doesn't seek those specific kind of games out himself.

In comes his dumbass friends that he plays online games with. Not a bunch of people. Honestly, it's only like. Five trolls at max he plays online games consistently and is one of his few bustling social groups. There used to be six..but. It brings a dull sadness to his pan if he thinks too much about him.

Anyways! His friends definitely like to pester Mallek and send him shitpost games disguised as other games to prank him. It's funny as fuck. Some of these they'd hide dating sims in them, serious or not, and Mallek would be like, "haha; oh no what do you have me playing this time;", download it, and. It's fucking dating sim. SO stupid but he thinks it's funny and humors them, playing the game on his off time.

He's. Greatly embarrassed to say he enjoyed some of them. Shitposty ones of course were great, but he finds himself shocked to enjoy some of the more serious ones in these prank hidden games his friends have him play. Not a lot of dating sims include alien type characters to romance because aliens are kill on sight on Alternia...but robots aren't. Yeah Mallek finds himself drawn to the more interesting characters in terms of looks or personalities. And that doesn't mean in terms of a character being hot or attractive. I point and laugh at Mallek, robot fucker ROBOT fucker!!

He replays some of these games sometimes, and THAT is why he keeps his friends from seeing when he does by hiding his game status online from them lmao. He still doesn't go out to purposefully play new ones, but he likes the handful of dating sims he does still play from time to time.

[sapphire-weapon]

As someone who ships leon and ashley and enjoys reading/consuming taboo topics and relationships in fiction including incestuous ones, it's so funny to me that I don't see eagleone that way at ALL. theyre one of the relationships i purely enjoy for being a cute wholesome romance and who i want to see thriving and happy (albeit i enjoy the tragic love angle too--) and yet they have a sizable age difference and a "power dynamic" (??????) so it's a "proship"... honestly outside of them both having a daddy kink i really dont want to see that with them!!! Its just not what I'm here for. Im here for that in OTHER ships and this was supposed to be my one good one and this is what happens. Lol.

As such I try to just not care when people accuse eagleone shippers of being weird because Im like... well I suppose I AM...... but it is really unfair for the majority of vanilla ones. Honestly I don't think the antis are secret shippers or secret incestuous shippers (...okay maybe like one or two--) I think they just have a "NOTP" or are scared of how much they relate to ashley as you say and are just making excuses for why they hate seeing fanart of them and blocking people who ship them. I notice this in other fandoms where people will say two characters are "sibling coded" and its just their way of saying they don't ship them. It's really weird frankly and they're basically ignoring canon to write worse fanfiction but that's just how it is these days.

personally, it actually blows me away that people think of Leon and Ashley as being "age gap" at all.

in modern day 2023, Leon is 46. Ashley is 39.

that feels really fucking normal to me in terms of ages for a couple LMAO if any of these dumbasses met a couple like that irl out in the wild today, no one would bat an eye. but that would require these people actually leaving the house, so.

the whole "power imbalance" thing is completely disingenuous, too, because people only look at it in the context of the events of the actual game and then pretend like that's going to be the norm for them forever and not, you know, a very unique, atypical, and extreme situation they're in.

but if anyone were to think about it a little bit as opposed to not at all, they'd realize that their power dynamic would shift once they got home, and then shift again once Ashley's dad is out of office -- and when the power dynamic is constantly changing, that's not exactly imbalanced, is it?

Leon has all of the power during the events of RE4make, and Ashley is wholly dependent on him. yes. that's true.

but once they're out of that combat situation and they're back home in DC, Ashley has literally all of the power in the world over him. she outranks him socially, and she theoretically has the power to make his life complete hell in terms of his career if she were to whisper in her dad's ear the right way.

but the title of "president" is a very temporary one, and once those very short few years are over...? neither Ashley nor Leon are in a position to hold any power over each other at all anymore. they just become two regular-ass people trying to fit into each other's lives.

the whole idea behind "Ashley is completely dependent on Leon in RE4make, which means she will always be completely dependent on him" isn't just based on a faulty premise -- it's also really sexist and gross and reduces Ashley to something less than human, because it assumes that she's incapable of autonomous thought.

and it's really funny how it's only the people who hate the ship that actually are problematic in their thought process. they project their internalized misogyny and sexual insecurities onto us.

I am pretty much as deep in the middle of eagleone fandom as a person can possibly be, and I have never known a single one of you fuckers to ship this ship because you have an age gap kink or because you get off on the power dynamics. the only time power dynamics get brought up is when we make knight/queen comparisons -- which actually gives Ashley the greater portion of power.

I mean, yeah, there is the whole thing where a lot of the fandom also is of a mind that there are some daddy issue kinks at play in the ship, but --

I don't wanna hear shit from people about us enjoying daddy kink between Leon and Ashley when literally the entire fucking RE fandom is out here posting pics of shirtless Leon mods and writing the word "DADDY" in giant fucking text at the bottom of the post. goddamn hypocrites.

[1000aurapoints]

✨💜Intro💜✨

Welcome one and all!!! My name is Aura (any pronouns), and my partner is a riolu named Fable! We’re currently trying to survive my freshman year in highschool together so I’ll be posting random school related stuff or just whatever else I want to spit on the screen

⭐️Here is some stuff about both of us;

⭐️Me: I am panromantic and probably asexual! And as I’ve stated before I am a freshman, and Arceus highschool is scary😭

I caught Fable as my first pokémon (and partner) last August, we’ve been friends for over a year now already! Time flies bro

I enjoy writing and drawing and reading in my spare time, but I also like to train Fable to get her better at battling! We’re considering challenging a few gyms in the future

Also, have you noticed something Fable and I have in common?

You know how riolu evolves into the aura pokémon, lucario…

AND MY NAME’S AURA???? IS THAT NOT SO SUPER COOL

we were DESTINED to be partners bro I literally found my twin flame/p as a pokémon and I’m all for it

⭐️Fable:

she is very odd looking! In a good way. I’ve noticed she seems a little tall for a riolu, and her eyes are blue instead of the typical red. Could just be a genetic mutation, or maybe she’s a hybrid of some kind? Either way, her appearance is the only thing that’s unusual, so I’m not worried

i found her last summer while on a hike in an area where pokémon hunters sometimes set up traps (I hate those fuckers) and ended up finding Fable caught in an ursaring trap. I was able to help her out and we skedaddled to a pokémon center and next thing you know we’re partners :p shit makes me feel like the main character lmao

one thing we like to do together is watch movies, especially animated stuff, sometimes horror (to an extent) or anything that’s just stupid. I enjoy making fun of the dumb stuff and she likes the colorful moving pictures and musical parts (same tbh)

Sometimes we train with my sister and her misdreavus, and whenever we get the chance, we’ll battle my cousin and his froakie. It’s super fun

That’s all i feel like sharing! You’ll learn more throughout my dumb posts

⭐️here’s my boundaries btw:

This is a safe space for: anyone of any race, culture and religion, queer/trans people, reality shifters, agre/petre, sfw (emphasis on SFW) tickle community, furries, and anyone who is chill

DNI: racists, mysoginists, zionists, homophobes, proshippers of any kind, pedos/zoos, nsfw/p0rn accounts, people under 13, trainers who think of pokémon as tools instead of living beings, basic dni stuff

⭐️I have a couple tags too to make it easier to search specific posts

Sigma thoughts- random things/rants/opinions

Fable- Anything to do with my partner!

Gooner labyrinth- anything related to school

Reblog- reblogged stuff

Ask- answering an ask

Anon- answering an anonymous ask

Balltastic art- art reblog

so yeah that’s it! Have a stellar rest of your day/night 💜✨

(OOC: please play along! If you want to interact with real live me and not pokemon trainer me, please ask to dm because I don’t want to break the magic!)

[cryptidcryptic]

Oc smash or pass❤️‍🔥

Welcome all to this weeks episode of the bachelor, thank you for the tag ecer wonderful @zekeen you absolute MASTERPIECE 😤❤️‍🔥

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Bo (Botany)

Quick facts:

Height: fluctuates but usually like 5’ 9 - 6’ 4

Age: unknown (around late 20-ish)

Gender: N/A

Pronouns: zero preference

Sexuality: pan

Pro:

Rugged mountain creature ala huntsmen type 😘

Cooking is absolutely top notch, fully trained to make you a five star vegan (with animal free ‘mystery meat’ alternatives to boot) dish (AND un-lethal levels of poison included too aren’t you lucky?🫣)

Ride or die, once you’ve earned them, you’re keeping them forever son for better or worse they’d stick by all your decisions bad or good. Ever had someone look at you like you’re both heaven and earth mixed in one tantalising packet?

The sex of their bubblegum body switches after every wildshape so if variety is your spice of life Bo’s your meal

A hard nut to crack but the meat inside is worth the patience

Has a verry dark and seemingly random sence of humour, great for easing tension

Is a very passionate wild person in every aspect, relationships, sex, cooking, everything Bo does has this energy, so you’ll always be adored. Loved with all the fire a devoted zealot can muster.

Cons

Memory is a leaky sink after the brain injury, would and has already forgotten half their name.

A wolf like personality. Once you overstep lines you’re out, verry small tolerance for people.

Easily irritable especially with none tieflings

A creature of very few words, will be listening to the things you say but will look uninterested (resting bitch face is a hell of a drug). Will not tell you what they’re thinking (if not a Tiefling) and might just blame you for not mind reading.

Bo is a feral, disgusting creature that’s always a hair’s width away from being a straight up animal. In mannerism and literally. Equally always a hairs width from looking uncanny valley at every opportunity. If you’re up for the incredibly creepy and animistic, Bo’s ur Boo.

Not once in the history of Bo’s life has Bo ever worn shoes, if the sharp toed dogs being out is a deal breaker I’m sorry, Bo can be changed in many ways with the power of love and found family but they will never change that

Equally possessive as Bo is loyal. In the ‘won’t care if their partner wants to sleep with others but will absolutely not play second fiddle to anyone’ Will be the favourite person to their favourite person typa way. (Might not count if you only wanna smash but I’ll leave it in👀) (also might be kinda a plus’s for anyone who enjoys jealous bitting and sharp teeth)

Disclaimer!!!

I know it might seem like I’m doing my best to make you choose the pass but I just wanna make sure you know what ur getting into with this eldritch monstrosity of a Druid! Big papa B literally designed them to look a lil like every race so much that they end up like none of them. bubblegum esc so they’d be alienated by everyone and fall into murder easier😪 literally designed by god to be uncanny and off putting.

I promise I love em b u t to this day I’ve not been able to get Bo as monsterous as I see Bo in my mind. Monster fuckers will probably enjoy tho 🤡

Tags💞❤️💞

@venranae 💞 @melonkka @ascendedastarionapologist

[tobiasdrake]

Chapter Vivia! I half expect him to spend the entire chapter lounging in the fireplace, and the whole thing is just one long Spectral Projection sequence.

Y'know, I didn't anticipate that Vivia would start us out with a dissertation on his life philosophy, but I probably should have. That's on me.

Vivia is a man with one foot in the grave. He's spiritually sensitive and his Forte is astral projection, during which he may encounter the souls of the departed. He has a different relationship with mortality than the rest of us do.

This place looks fucking haunted. Are we in Silent Hill right now?

I've said it before, but Vivia would hate to be a homunculus. Never make a homunculus of this man. Why would you do that to him?

Honestly, that's on you for climbing into an elevator in what was clearly a haunted spooker building. Nobody lives here but the undea--

...

Actually, I don't know if I can make that distinction in Kanai Ward.

Nobody lives here but predatory undea--

...

Ghosts. I'm talking about ghosts. This is a ghost house.

Vivia's plan is to hang out until we die.

It feels weird to play as him because. Like. I wanna be like, "Hopefully the lady in red has a better plan" but 'better' by whose definition, exactly? If Vivia doesn't care about escaping then. I guess. We're fine, then?

I feel bad for red-coat lady already. Imagine being trapped in an elevator and your only company is saying shit like, "It's fine. Death is coming to get us. Be happy."

Who even are you, lady? How did we get here?

I love you, Viv, but this is not helpful.

You and me both, man. This is why protagonists are the characters I'm often most critical of. If you don't like the story's main character, it becomes that much harder to enjoy the rest of it.

Well, I guess we're both fucked, then. This elevator has nothing for us to read and no life for you to observe. Sorry you got stuck with the one man in Kanai Ward more haunted than the fucking homunculi.

Oh shit, you were a nurse? Are you familiar with a girl named Alessa Gillespie? No reason. Just the vibe I get.

I still have no idea why we're here, and especially no idea why she's here. What are the odds we're talking to a ghost right now?

I would say the value of a life differs depending on context, myself. But there is also a value difference, person to person.

For instance, would I support executing Yomi for his crimes? That depends on context. I think he should be removed from power but I support rehabilitative justice over punitive justice. Being made to live a civilian life, no better than anyone else, is better than killing him.

But if Halara had snapped his neck in the midst of the heated Peacekeepers vs. Nocturnal Agency battle during chapter four, would I be the slightest bit bothered? Nope. Fucker was trying to kill us. The consequence of violence are what they are. Once you start shooting, you don't get to complain if you get shot.

And if I had to choose between Kurumi's life and Yomi's, I wouldn't even hesitate. That is a piss-easy decision to make. Does that mean Kurumi's life has more value than Yomi's? I dunno. But it does certainly mean that I value it more. Value is, after all, ultimately subjective.

When you say you "look at people", are you talking about haunting? Do you haunt people and analyze their lives

Also, if you are a ghost, did you die before the Blank Week or were you eaten by homunculi? Can you give me a first-hand account of the homunculus massacre? I'd be super interested in that.

Well, whether you're a ghost or a homunculus, you are killing that red and black color scheme.

Oooo, Ryo. An etymological neighbor to Ryu or "Dragon". I like you already, Ghost Lady!

You can also put a -ko on it to make Ryuko or Ryoko, The -ko suffix is a popular add-on for girls' names. It literally means "child" but is generally used for female names, demonstrating in a literal sense the way femininity and childhood are conflated in Japanese culture.

It's kinda like how -ette is used in some Western names. Like Paulette or Claudette or Jeanette. Stick on -ette on the end of it and it's an unmistakably female name.

So Ryuko or Ryoko basically mean "Dragon Girl". I bet most people reasonably versed in anime can think of a Ryuko or a Ryoko that fits that bill.

But Ryo over here gets to be a grown-ass dragon woman. And possibly deceased. Good for her!

Flashback time. Hopefully now we'll get some context on how we got here. And hey, if we've met before, then that improves the odds of Ryo being alive!

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Flexible Asks for Salieri and Erik (or whoever you like if you choose to swap them out for any of the questions) to feed the brainrot perhaps uwu: ⏰️ 🖼 📍 🛡 😨 🤕 💖 💛 👍 🐜

OHOHOHOHOHO IT'S FINALLY TIME I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME THINGS even if I lovingly bullied u into it <3

Ask game is here if anyone wants it/wants to ask me anything else for anyone <3

So a run through again w/Erik bcus not everyone reads servant profiles: Erik in FGO is more akin to an actor playing the Phantom of the Opera than being the Phantom himself. He's the model for the character, which is where his Innocent Monster comes from; he grows the claws and has the disfigurement on his face bcus of it. [ps if that is not the right word pls pls pls tell me, I used this guide from the National Center on Disability and Journalism but it can still be Wrong]

Just wanted to stress that bcus this is FGO's Phantom, not the Phantom of the Opera's Phantom who needs. So so much therapy. Like FGO's does too BUT STILL

⏰️ Who starts off the morning routine? Who makes them late?

Neither of these fuckers sleep lbr. 50% of the time they'll be up all night working on an opera, 50% of the time they are up bcus of The Demons. However if they DID ever sleep, Salieri would be up first and Erik would just refuse to get up, there are PEOPLE out there why would he GO

As for who makes them late, it switches between them both. When Erik is Not hiding in the basement he always puts a lot of effort into his costumes so it takes Time to get everything ready. And Salieri is cut from the same cloth, if you aren't going to look your best why even go???

Yes they do show up to Chaldea movie nights dressed to the nines yes everyone does lovingly tease Salieri about it [he made it very clear early on that he was fine with it but if Any of them do it to Erik he will have Words] but also it's endearing. There's Chaldea's resident dad and one of its resident basement creatures, dressed like they're going to a coronation.

🖼 Who has final say on the decor? What does their space look like?

Only when I typed it for this did I realize this is a painting and not a spider web XD ANYWAY decor is a Fight. Admittedly a low stakes one bcus imo they DO keep their own spaces, solely bcus Salieri is not going to live in a cave, Erik, sorry. And Erik isn't going to tell Salieri how to decorate because it's his room.

However if they DID have a shared space it would be a bit of a fight. Salieri enjoys gothic architecture just as much as Erik but they have different ideas of it. Salieri thinks arches and stained glass, maybe some wrought iron, and Erik thinks skulls and bronze statues looking horrified and in agony.

Salieri thinks that the normal Chaldea lighting is fine, actually, Erik would like five million candles around the entire room, but that is a FIRE HAZARD, ERIK. A chandelier is also brought up and Immediately denied bcus Salieri knows he would drop it on someone. If not to kill then at least to scare the shit out of.

Also the room isn't TALL enough but I like to believe they are an hour into a polite but intense discussion about Salieri not wanting Erik to have a murder chandelier and Erik being offended that he thinks he would ABSOLUTELY murder someone with it when Salieri finally goes "And how would it even hang? It would be an inch off the ground, bello." and Erik sits there like. Wait shit fuck you're right dammit

Not related to the question but Erik's little. Haunted mouse cave would be perfect for Halloween, Salieri talks him into it but doesn't have to convince him much bcus Erik has such a flair for the ✨drama✨and then they decorate it together <3

📍Who's the instigator? How does it usually go?

Honestlyyyy neither of them is really adventurous? Like. Erik literally hides in the basement all day. He might wander out if he hears exceptional music or singing which. Could be considered An adventure but they really aren't for him lmao

And while Salieri isn't As tucked away, he also seems like the type to just chill at home you know? If Ritsuka needs him he'll be there in a heartbeat, but he isn't one of the servants who hears "adventure" and goes racing off to meet it.

Ig you could see Salieri as a halfway instigator if you go with what I said in my other post [bottom], in that if he's chosen for a particularly dangerous reason Erik will slip through shadows and story to be by his side to try and protect him as best he can. And while Salieri does his best to make his partner not worry, there has been at least one case where they were in Big Trouble and Salieri lets himself be grabbed so Erik drops a chandelier on someone/slits their throat w/his claws.

They HAVE talked about this though, and the first time it happens Salieri is So apologetic and Erik is like ??? it's chill I would drop a thousand chandeliers on ppl bcus I love you <3 and then they have to talk about THAT bcus that's not what he was saying, Erik, he doesn't want you to feel used or like a tool and THAT gets into the basis of who he is bcus while he Is an actor stepping into the role of the Phantom of the Opera, there's still gonna be overlap and learned behaviors bcus of it. Like being a tool for other people bcus Erik thinks it's love. And it can be, in a way, Salieri isn't trying to CHANGE that he is just trying to stress that he loves him for many reasons and not just what he can do for him.

This is a very entertaining discussion to watch bcus they are both worried about the other and neither of them is grasping the other's points. Erik wants Salieri to know he will do anything and everything for him happily; Salieri wants Erik to know that he appreciates and loves his devotion but such strong devotion can be harmful to the person offering it and the last thing he wants is to hurt Erik somehow.

Mozart composes a scene about it, probably, meaning to be teasing Salieri bcus he doesn't get as much ATTENTION now that his friend has a boyfriend what the FUCK but instead it makes each of their points clear to the other lmao

🛡 Who's the best fighter? How do they fight together? How do they protect each other?

I would say that they're both effective fighters. I know in-game they're a bronze 2* and a silver 3* but given all the other fate IPs we've seen where servants who are bronze/silver in FGO are super fuckin OP, this doesn't rlly impact things. They do have different specialties though.

So Salieri I think tends to fight head on, he does have ranged capabilities but he's much more effective when he can also stab people. He is pretty fast because of it, BUT if he's quick enough he can pull up the Wailing Facade to tank hits as well. He isn't BUILT to tank hits, not like Mash is, but he has the ability to do so. He does require a good amount of support if he's taking hit after hit, but I hc him as another servant who just. Will not stop getting back up. "Isn't that every servant" YES but I mean it more in a his spirit origin could be reading as Destroyed and he'd still force himself back up out of rage alone. Yes this does lead to dramatic collapses on the battlefield hehehe

Erik meanwhile has two fighting styles: sneak attacks and silent assassinations, and all out berserker rage mode. This is mainly because he's a berserker in Shinjuku and HONESTLY given how they write him in fate he rlly should be a berserker in general- I know he's an assassin due to source material, but berserker honestly makes more sense. So his typical attacks are in the shadows, appears before anyone knows he exists and disappears before people even realize they've died. Howeverrrrrr if Salieri takes a really bad hit or goes down and doesn't get back up...my god this man goes feral. He has those claws and he will USE THEM. Also like the idea bcus of how often he appears with the skeleghosts that he can just. Generate those, sing them back to life maybe?

So to use them effectively they don't often fight Together; they have different roles and they understand it well. However when they have to, when one of them is overwhelmed the other is There immediately [so long as it doesn't leave Ritsuka in danger] and then it's back to back "failure is not an option because I am NOT losing you" full-on slaughter. I like to think that Mozart tries to keep an eye on Salieri to follow him to provide support, and an eye on Erik bcus that's his bestie's partner, for better or for worse [he has mixed feelings about Erik]. Conversely, Moriarty also keeps an eye on them bcus Erik is his Bro and he also is canonically fond of Salieri as well, so they have been in a Desperate situation before when Crime Gramps comes rocketing from fucking nowhere and takes out like ten people in one sweep. And then complains about his back lmao

I kinda already went over how they protect each other but idk this could be my small brain thinking when I play FGO but I think their NPs kinda compliment each other; Salieri deals heavy damage+lowers arts resist, Erik deals heavy defense ignoring damage+lowers debuff resist. They aren't perfectly matched like some but. It works imo so there have been times where Salieri will just burst into his NP to give Erik a boost for his, and vice versa. BUT ALSO ERIK DROPS CHANDELIERS ON PPL and other heavy things lmao. After they discuss it, Salieri does consent to it being A strategy they can use if they Have to, and Erik agrees even though he doesn't like his partner being in that much danger. His fave part of that strategy though is that he gets to shadow Salieri Heavily, he enjoys having his partner in line of sight for once.

😨 What do they each fear? Do the other's know?

Erik by being the model for the Phantom shares his appearance and some of the same headspace; because of this one of his biggest fears is people seeing him without his mask or glamor of some sort. Bcus imo even when Erik has his mask off in my stories at least his face isn't magically fixed, and he has some sort of glamor or magic hiding it. An illusion, mirrors, idk how he just Does.

Now Salieri is very good at boundaries and as such never touches his mask or asks; what he learns comes willingly from Erik. He always makes sure to be Very physically affectionate with him because of it, pressing kisses to his forehead, cheek, lips, hands, his mask if it wouldn't make him uncomfortable.

Eventually they're in a fight in some singularity and Erik loses not only his mask but also his glamour, and he is. Terrified horrified anxious scared. Salieri fights his way through to him, gives him his own mask, and helps him fight off the enemies. After the battle Erik returns the mask bcus the gesture is Too Much at once, Salieri takes it and asks if he can kiss him four times, each at a different place. The fourth is on his now unmasked face and my god Erik is a mess about it, about what he thinks is the worst part of himself being loved.

 And when the others are making their way over, Salieri just steps in front of him and doesn't let anyone else see him. Maybe Lobo brings the mask, he is the Goodest Boy. Or one of Salieri's firing squad.

Salieri for his part is mostly afraid of 1. losing himself and 2. never being himself in the first place. He can't ever fully shake the idea that he doesn't belong in his own body due to the nature of his spirit origin, and it gives him a lot of anxiety and depression that he works hard to hide. Erik sees all of it before they're even really friends, ngl, he kinda. Sees everything. So when they become friends he does tell Salieri he Knows he isn't okay when he says he is, not in an accusatory way, just like "hey I want you to know that I know" way.

Which is part of what helps lead into their relationship [it's a slow build from friends to lovers [after being strangers] that they don't even notice] because Salieri doesn't feel like he has to hide with him.

🤕 Have they shared with each other what hurt them the most? How do they care for each other?

Alright I kinda already did this with Erik above whOOPS but. I would say what hurts Erik the most is the mockery and hate people hold for him solely because of his appearance. Because if you READ THE BOOK overall it ends like. Hey this guy was, at the start of this, a human like anyone else. And maybe if people had looked below skin deep, none of this would have Even happened. Like. The Phantom absolutely did fucked up shit but who he became was at the hands of the abuse, mockery, and awful parts of humanity that were hurled at him.

So Erik really, really cannot handle being Perceived in anyway, it always feels as if people are watching him, mocking him behind his back, calling him a demon, etc. Now as mentioned above Salieri helps mostly in that he wholeheartedly embraces every part of who Erik is. He fucking loves his partner, okay? They adore each other, he loves him. He doesn't care about his face or his claws he cares about who Erik is. And admittedly he ADORES his voice oml does he love his man's voice he has made SO MANY OPERAS FOR HIM NOW.

For Salieri's part, what has hurt him most are the rumors that he killed Mozart. Both because it literally. Gave him the most incorrect spirit origin IMAGINABLE for how he actually was in life, and because it led him to such dark points in his life.

Now Erik approached this in a way Salieri Probably would not approve of in that he first makes sure fuckin No One is talking badly about Salieri in Chaldea at all and if they are. They get a visit. <3 And then he seeks out Mozart who at first thinks his bestie's boyf is here to throw hands but no he actually wants to know more about Salieri in life but from an outside perspective, as much of what Salieri says about himself is negative.

So he learns who his partner actually was and it eases things into conversations which also helps Salieri when he feels like he's losing himself again. For all that everyone in Chaldea is a little worried they'll be bad for each other, they are remarkably well suited.

💖 Who acts the most loving? And are they the most attached?

I feel like they both act equally loving because they both know the other needs it. While Salieri is uncomfortable with PDA, when Erik wanders up out of the basement for the first time in months he knows he needs support, so he's very physically affectionate. So from an outside perspective, Salieri would look the most loving due to not only being physically affectionate in front of others but also engaging in behaviors he usually wouldn't for the comfort of his partner.

Meanwhile Erik is often there for Salieri in his darker moments, times where he is overwhelmed and feeling isolated and Erik just. Comes in through his mirror. While they do Technically wreck each other's sleeping schedules, it's most often to support each other. Once Salieri has seen his face Erik also puts a lot of trust in him by leaving his mask off at times, a layer of extreme vulnerability showing that he trusts and loves him more than anything.

Idk they just LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY and they're both fully head over heels for each other, composing each other music and Salieri finds Erik's voice to be absolutely Divine, but when Erik hears Salieri's voice. He is just in the thrall of it. They sing TOGETHER and all of Chaldea is down bad LMAOOO Mozart is prying at the walls like LET ME DOWN THERE I HAVE TO C O M P O S E

💛 What do other's think about their bond? Family, friends, society?

OH BOY THIS IS A FUN ONE

Okay so I'll break it into chunks. Starting from Ritsuka! They love both of these servants dearly and once they determine that while they may be encouraging some bad health strategies, they are mostly helping each other, they are totally okay with it. Makes them happy to see.

NOW FOR ERIK I like to think the Shinjuku servants all kinda vibe together to some degree after what Moriarty put them all through LMAO minus Saber Artoria Alter and Jalter bcus they hate each other BUT LIKE THEY LOVE TO HATE EACH OTHER SO-

So like. Jalter and Hessian already love Salieri and they aren't concerned about him and Erik. They are a Little concerned about Erik being who he is but more on that later. But Moriarty already is fond of Salieri so he's 100% onboard, prob was Erik's hype man like "Salieri shows up to my bar sometimes and he's never with anyone I am 100% positive that you have a chance JUST MENTION IT YOU ALREADY SPEND ALL THIS TIME TOGETHER" and I feel like Yan Qing would try and be a hype person too. Saber Artoria doesn't rlly gaf and while Shakespeare's roll in Shinjuku prob would've made him Less willing to hang out with them he is ALWAYS down for the tea so-

BUT FOR SALIERI'S PART. Man a lot of people are Very concerned. Usually a servant = was that person, not so much where they're a model for the character. Other Innocent Monster types would prob grasp it easier but.

So Jalter and Hessian accept it faster than the other avengers due to knowing Erik better and being able to observe him closer. Lobo is angy for a while longer tho bcus Puppy. Dantes is Very suspicious of it for a Very long time until Erik sits down with him like "okay I hate people but we are going to Talk because this is upsetting Salieri"

Marie, Sanson, and d'Eon are supportive but cautious, though as they see them interact they're like "oh they're great okay <3"

AND THEN MOZART. Mozart who happens to stumble upon them and then they disappear themselves into Chaldea bcus they are NOT ready to talk about this yet, sits his ass outside Salieri's room for HOURS or maybe even days until his friend comes out. BUT rather than be a huge explosive argument Mozart is just like.

"Him? Why??"

And Salieri steels himself and starts talking and Mozart who doesn't GET it or see what he sees in Erik is like. Okay...okay okay okay I don't. I don't GET it. But he makes you happy. He does make you happy?? Okay he makes you happy. So Mozart actually has the quickest come around to Erik bcus he has that talk with Salieri bcus they are BESTIES.

👍 What do you like about this dynamic?

I like a lot of things, some more surface level than others. I like that they both canonically/historically have wonderful voices, and that they both greatly enjoy opera. I like feral overprotective partners. But also I really feel like they could understand each other better with how their Innocent Monster traits present, which is why it drives me NUTS that typemoon says Salieri doesn't like Erik sdzfxcg

Just. A person cast to play a role who then has that role inflicted upon himself. A person twisted into a murderer because of public belief and perception. LIKE Y'ALL SEE IT RIGHT??? I mean i know you do Wolfie but EVERYONE ELSE AS WELL-

🐜 What's your smallest headcanon for them?

I think they would both enjoy the Looney Tunes opera cartoons even though they're both serious about opera bcus they're just fun little things and it expands opera's audience.

THANK U AS ALWAYS FOR LETTING ME SCREAM EVEN THO I USED THE BDAY CARD ON U LAST NIGHT <3