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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days

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How do you think the penacony guys + argenti would react to a reader who gets flustered super easily?

Aventurine loved the fact the he didn’t have to do much in order to make you flustered.

He could caress your cheek or kiss the back of your hand and wait for the precise moment where your eyes grew wide, breath hitched in your throat as your body went rigid.

‘Oh? Is someone perhaps a little flustered from such a simple gesture as me kissing the back of your hand?’ He’d ask teasingly as an amused smile grew across his face as his eyes memorised your every micro expression. When you didn’t respond but instead avert your eyes to try and avoid his gaze, aventurine got the response that he wanted.

‘You do don’t you!’ He cried as he got closer to you, putting a hand under your chin and moving pushing it upwards so that you were forced to look into his eyes. ‘Oh isn’t that precious,’ Aventurine coos as he somehow leant in even closer to you and whispered, ‘I’m sure with enough exposure we’ll be able to build up that endurance of yours. Okay sweetheart?’ He adds with mischief clear within his beautiful eyes.

He would make a game out of how many times he could get you flustered in under a single day.

Spoiler: He managed to make you flustered roughly 10-15 times and that was only during the day!

Aventurine has a way with words with his silver tongue and he would use it on you without a second thought until you were trying to hide yourself away in his side, clinging onto him for dear life as he only laughs and kisses the top of your head.

He’s never felt this deeply about someone before and your reactions to whenever he does express his affections only told him that you felt just as strongly towards him, and that was all he could ever need to reassure himself that his feelings towards you weren’t one sided and would treat you to whatever your heart desires.

Maybe even something that made you not so secretly match with him that he knows you won’t notice until later on?

Aventurine loves your easily flustered nature but he loved you even more. You getting flustered was merely a bonus for him that he’d take advantage of as long as you were okay with it.

Sunday grows somewhat addicted to the idea that it was his touch and his alone that had seemingly had you unraveling at the seems.

He could be grabbing a cup from the shelves to make himself a drink and places his hand on your hip as to keep you from moving as he reaches over you, smiling to himself as he heard you let out a small ‘eep’ and go rigid upon contact.

‘Are you alright my dear? You’re seemingly a little tense.’ Sunday asks as he moved his head so that his mouth was level with your earn, his observant eyes watching as the goosebumps arose and how your posture straightened almost immediately.

‘Yes! I’m fine!’ You’d exclaim and Sunday moved his hand away from your hip to your shoulder, squeezing reassuringly as if he wasn’t the sole reason you were so skittish and unable to maintain eye contact.

‘No need to shout my dear, I’m right here.’ He’d say softly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before going about the rest of his day with the image of a flustered you to keep him in a relativity good mood.

Sunday adored your reactions to anything he did, whether big or small because it made him special, unique in your eyes that it feed into his delusion thst you were fated somewhere down the line and now you were together as promised by a higher power.

He’d start putting on your shoes for you and letting his hands linger on your legs and thighs for far longer then he should, or only let you tie his tie and revel in how flustered you get just from being in close proximity to him and silently watching on as you struggled to keep your hands steady as his musky scent invaded your senses.

Boothill adored seeing your face grow flustered and his cuteness aggression towards you would go through the roof.

He’d pinch your cheeks, you’d get flustered and try to push his hands away from your face.

He’d hug you from behind and laugh as you hurried your face into your hands to hide away how easily affected you were, but from feeling just how warm the tips of your ears were, Boothill had a vivid picture within his head about how the rest of your face looked behind your hands.

Back when you weren’t officially together Boothill even went as far as to puts his hat atop of your head, an act you weren’t all that familiar of the meaning behind, until someone brought up the fact that it meant he wanted to see more of you. Needless to say you used his hat to cover your face upon realising that the handsome cowboy you fancied was interested in you.

Even now Boothill would still puts his hat on your head and smile at how quickly it took for you to use it as a way to hide away your flustered face.

Would he playfully bite you just to what you squeak in shock and surprise? Yes, yes he would because you being flustered at anything and everything he threw at you only made Boothill’s cuteness aggression towards you worsen as you were just too darn cute for him to deny!

You were practically trapped within his arms from first thing in the morning until nightfall.

Argenti

‘Are you alright my beloved? You’re looking quite flustered, should we sit down?’

Sweet, sweet Argenti would grow excessively worried upon seeing you get worked up so easily over a small act of affection, thinking that me might’ve done something wrong and if you weren’t currently at a loss for words, you would’ve been able to calm him down and bring reason as to why that was.

All he wanted was to sing your praises and show just how amazing of a person you were to anyone who’d stop and listen, so much so that he forgot that his words held a lot more power than he thinks, seeing as how his affinity to effortlessly waxing poetry on the spot about you and your beauty had left you flustered to the high heaves and too meek to speak up on your own behalf.

‘Why do you hide away your beautiful face?’ Argenti wonders aloud as he watched you intently with kind, sweet eyes that drank you in your entirety. ‘Do you not think yourself the way that I do?’ He adds and once again you were left with a sudden inability to speak and a parched throat.

Argenti doesn’t mind you being flustered, he finds that it makes you even more beautiful in his eyes and would even praise you about your easily flustered nature, much to your dismay as this would only further send you over the edge.

He can’t help it! Everything you did was beautiful and unique to your character that he whenever he sees someone else do anything similar, his mind brings him back to you, his beloved because no one else can compare to you and you’re unique reactions towards certain aspects of life.

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UNKNOWN HORROR Part 1 Made By Anger-Is-Flawed

So, Nightmare picked up horror for the first time and promised him all the food he could eat. Once Nightmare and Horror arrived at his castle, He met the other two that were going to be working with him. Dust and Killer were the same just like him but something was off about them. Nightmare introduced Horror to them and then guided him around the castle where Horror would be spending most of his time in. Horrors room was nothing special, just a simple bed and a couple wardrobes. Horror was only in it because he was promised food. He was planning to give it all towards his au, considering everyone was starving in there. It was all too much to think about so Horror just decided to sleep it off. After that, Horror started going on missions one after another non stop. At the end of each mission, Nightmare would bring up the topic of food and Horror would instantly deny and ask him to send it to his AU. Nightmare agrees and disappears to send it over. Killer and Dust would constantly make fun of horror for the large hole in his head. They also would come at him for his clothes, his one eye, and being weaker than them. Horror didn’t really care that much. All he cared about was sending the food he got from his missions to his starving AU. This kept going on for over 50 years. Constant abuse from those two and trusting Nightmare to keep his side of the deal. He even found a way to talk to Insanity. They looked down on both of them so they bonded on something. Throughout all those years Insanity actually started to trust Horror. At least he has one friend here. Horror thought everything was going well… Until one day he walked by the living room and heard Killer and Dust talking about his AU. He was listening in on what they were saying. “Can’t believe he is THAT dumb! Does he really think Boss cares about a little AU! Boss probably already destroyed it by now.” Killer said. “Probably, but you better keep your voice down before he hears you.” Dust said. “What’s the problem if he hears? He can’t really do anything. Boss would destroy him in seconds! We can deal with him too if it gets that intense.” Killer said. Horror couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His AU gone? He quickly and quietly made his way back to his room and shut his door as quietly as he could. Horrors mind started to race and then he finally broke. He decided to take out Nightmare for deceiving him for all these years. Nightmare is hard to kill, especially since he can detect emotions. If Horror decided to sneak up on Nightmare, He would die in seconds. All of them underestimated how smart he was because of the giant hole in his head. Maybe he can use that to his advantage. He decided to contact Dream and ask for help. Dream can also sense emotions but Horrors true intentions were overshadowed by his genuine need for help. Dream accepted and they both agreed to meet in a deserted snowdin.

Part 2

#Unknown Horror #horrortale sans #horror sans #utmv au #my ocs #lore dump #undertale au

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 days

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Cheater (Art Donaldson/Patrick Zweig)

Description: Patrick cheats on Y/N and Tashi cheats on Art.

Warning: Cheating, Implied Smut

Word Count:908

“She’s into Art, and I’m into you. You have nothing to worry about.” 10 years ago, Patrick said those words to Y/N and she believed them. She believed them so much, she let him put a ring on her finger and marry her. That was a big mistake, a mistake that would cost her the next 10 years. She loved Patrick, oh how she loved him. But from the beginning there was something off. She couldn’t tell what it was but once she saw Tashi Duncan it all hit her. Patrick would tell her that he wasn’t into her and that Art was. Art was head over heels for Tashi but that didn’t mean that Patrick wasn’t. Patrick was a player, a womanizer that got away with a lot. He was good looking and he knew that so he used it to his advantage.

Him and Tashi had something that wasn’t love but truth be told Tashi didn’t love anyone. She loved Tennis. So when Patrick was playing in a challengers and saw that Art was there ,he knew Tashi was too. Art saw Y/N with Patrick and couldn’t believe that they were still together. Y/N was a smart woman, what the fuck was she doing with him? Tashi wanted no needed Art to win so she was going to do what she had to do to make it work. Y/N had this sick feeling in her stomach when she saw Tashi and Art. It had been so many years but yet it felt like it was just yesterday. In the steam room Patrick revealed to Art the one thing that he could use against him. Him fucking Tashi while being married to Y/N.

Art wanted to punch him and scream at him. “Yeah when we were teenagers, sure. Or Atlanta.” Art remembers that day that he saw Patrick and Tashi talking. He felt uneasy about it but Tashi told him that they just talked. Patrick just revealed that they fucked. “Y/N, You would do that to her?” Art asked him. “I didn’t want to. It was a mistake. I love Y/N.” Lies, he did want to. “Y/N doesn’t know, does she? Patrick shook his head. “I told myself I would never tell her. I can’t lose her man. I didn’t even expect to tell you but it just came out.” Art was mad, his wife fucked his ex best friend. Who wouldn’t be? He had to find Y/N and tell her. Get her away from Patrick just for a second. Y/N was always with Patrick and the one time she wasn’t he fucked Tashi. Art wasn’t aware of it and nor was Y/N. That was until he came home smelling like another woman.

She put two and two together and pretended to still be asleep. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she couldn’t. One day before the final Art had gotten Y/N alone. “I know Art. I know about him cheating with Tashi.” “You know about Atlanta?” Confusion took over her face. “What?” She whispered. “Atlanta, that's when he cheated on you.” She shook her head, “Art.” “What were you talking about?” He asked her. “Last night.” He thought back to when Tashi wasn’t there and he slept with their daughter. “How do you know this?” “He came home smelling like another woman and I've always speculated that he was into her and she’s here so…” He looked at the ground for a solid minute. Neither of them said anything. Atlanta and last night. Patrick cheated on her twice. Tashi cheated on him twice. She looked at Art. “I think we’ve both been played.” She said, he nodded and looked up at her. “For the past 12 years.” Y/N didn’t know how it started but when it ended she felt relief.

She stared up at Art as he stopped thrusting. Both of them breathing heavy and looked fucked out. She had never viewed Art like that until now. “Should we tell them?” Oh he did and only Patrick would get it. It was Patrick’s turn to serve and he kept taking too long. But with the 3 bounces of the tennis ball and him putting the ball up to the center of the racket, Art knew what he was talking about. Art faked being shocked and upset at that. The crowd was confused as was Tashi and Y/N. Patrick got a point and when it was Art’s turn to serve, he did the same thing.

Patrick’s face dropped when he realized that Art meant he slept with Y/N and not Tashi. Patrick looked over at Y/N who looked at him. He looked back at Art and Art hit the ball, in shock Patrick didn’t hit the ball back. The crowd went wild as Art Donaldson won the match. Tashi was so happy but Art didn’t care. He stared at Patrick as Patrick froze. Y/N left the court without looking at Patrick, leaving him there. She got back to the hotel in time to gather her stuff to leave. She placed her wedding ring on the table next to the bed. No note or anything. It appears that whatever the signal was from the racket and ball they did gave away what happened. As she was leaving the hotel room she saw Art. She smiled at him and he smiled at her. Maybe this would bring them closer, maybe they were meant to be all along.

#challengers movie #challengers 2024 #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson imagine #art donaldson x you #patrick zweig imagine #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #mike faist #josh o'connor #zendaya

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itsabouttimex2 · 3 days

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Primal Moon: Three

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

(This fic has a paired Character.AI bot!)

Twice a year a verdant moon rises to bring the bestial instincts of non-humans to light. Celestials and demons alike struggle to keep hold of themselves, something ancient welling up within them and subtly shifting their thoughts and feelings.

Today, you are one such soul.

And you don’t know why everyone wants you out of the nest you’ve built. It’s warm. It’s safe. The walls are narrow, allowing for pillows and blankets to be stacked more easily. All around you is plush comfort. You’ve even got a few snacks packed away in here.

But still, people are trying to coax you out.

As a rather promising member of the Celestial Realm, you often had many eyes on you, barely allowed even a minute alone. It seemed as though the hopes for your future were so high that you were not afforded time to potentially be led astray or stolen from the court by enemy or foe.

Not that their interest or intent mattered when the viridescence hit.

You had shooed away cleaners, incense-bearers and maidservants alike, turning them all from your overstuffed shelter one by one. Even when guards and knights were scrounged up and sent to retrieve you, their mission had ended in abject failure.

So now the task fell not to servant or soldier, but to a prince.

“Y/N,” calls the Third Lotus Prince, Ne Zha. His sash sways gracefully behind him, floating as though caught in a gentle updraft. He’s chosen not to bring his spear, perhaps as a sign of goodwill. “Enough of your hiding. You will remove yourself from the closet, or I will remove you by force.”

You’ve known his for a very long time- he’s practically your sibling by now. There’s a decent trust established between the two of you, born of his constant care during this bestial haze.

His command beckons you a few inches forward, the bottom of your face peeking from the blanket pile.

Fangs peek from your mouth, already. Usually they wouldn’t grow in few days, and he’d be left consoling you as the bestial growths broke through the old teeth and took their place.

“Come now, Little Petal,” the prince further beckons, using an old nickname from your youth. His voice has softened, noting the more drastic change. “I will not allow you to be harmed. Allow me to soothe your aches, little one.”

You pull further from the scrap-built nest, allowing him to catch sight of the numerous tear tracks across your face.

“Poor little kit,” he croons, hoping to mollify you as he would a non-bestial child. “The moon has been unkind to you, has it not? Come and take shelter in my arms.”

On unsteady hands and knees you crawl, edging closer still to your surrogate brother. Eventually, your top half scrapes free from the thickly-packed nest. The fluff of your pointed ears has grown thick and bushy, doubling in size just overnight. The scruff all around your neck is similarly fluffed, swallowing your chin and neck.

“Come now,” he calls, patting the floor in front of him. “Let me hold you. You’ll feel safer in my arms, won’t you?”

Were you not plagued with maddening viridescence, you might have snapped at the prince for treating you like an animal or cooing like he were in the presence of an infant.

Instead you cower and whine, fixated on his coaxing hand.

Ne Zha is aware of the inherent strangeness of all this. This constant urge to coddle and protect- it's not like him. But then again… he does care about you. You’re the younger sibling he never had. So it can’t be wrong to care for you- it can’t be.

It’s just…just that doesn’t know how to cope with the instinctual urge that this brings on, that’s all.

It’s wrong to treat you like an animal. It’s wrong to take advantage of this state just to spend a little more time with you. It’s wrong to indulge in his fantasies of being your older brother, the beacon which guides your way and dictates your every step forward.

He knows that.

But every man grows weak eventually, in heart or body or mind.

If this is the prince’s opportunity to have an obedient little sibling who does as he commands and stays out of trouble?

He’d simply have to take refuge in the fact that other people could do far worse.

For all anyone knew, without him you’d be hunted and then torn to shreds for your fur. Or captured as an exotic ‘pet’ to someone who viewed you as no more than a base animal. Or sold as… gods, he didn’t want to think of it.

By the Celestial Realm, all the horrible things that could have happened to you by now, if he hadn’t sworn himself to your safety.

With a mind stuck on such awful possibilities, Ne Zha’s fears and worries promptly magnify.

“Come now,” he beckons again, gesturing you forth. “I’m right here, my little lotus. I won’t let anything hurt you.” His hands continue to wave, drawing you nearer and nearer. The sight of red fills your vision, silk gracefully flittering.

You recognize it well. What could it be but then armillary war sash that he’s never far from? It ambles eagerly through the air, mirroring the prince’s internal emotions.

And then goes stiff with shock at the sight of something new, a feeling that his face mirrors- though to a much lesser degree.

“Little kit, you’ve grown a second tail! Come here and let your elder brother see!”

Ne Zha ushers your form to his arms, binding your arms and hands with the sash in case of any squirming. Ignoring your panicked yips, the prince examines the new appendage without delay, burying both hands deep into the fluff.

For a minute or two he strokes and untangles, thin fingers working out any knots he can find. In spite of how you’ve been restrained, Ne Zha maintains a gentle touch- he knows (though not from personal experience) it can be agony to endure the Primal Moon. New growths or sudden bouts of extreme shedding are quite common, often paired with a dose of crippling pain.

“You must’ve grown this only just today, I suppose. Does it still hurt, my little petal?”

A strangled howl sounds when he touches the base of your new tail, answering his question a few times over.

“Shush, shush. There’s no need to fuss, kit. Let’s get you something to drink, shall we?

Lotus root carried a sweet taste, even when ground- in great enough amounts, it could easily disguise a splash of… ‘herbs’.

Anything to make the pain you endured more compliant and bearable. As long as you relied on your big brother (by choice or not), he’d ease your pain and coddle away your tears

The Third Lotus Prince undoes the binds created by his sash, them lifts your freed form to the metal of his chestplate.

Off he goes to the kitchen, intent into grinding up a very special tea blend for you.

And he speaks-

“I won’t allow anyone to harm you now, little one.”

It seemed as though you’d have to get used to hearing those words.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Ne Zha #Yandere Nezha #Primal Moon

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"Getting slow in your old age?" Dick taunts as he leads a breathless chase through the skyscrapers of New York. His team is somewhere behind him, getting the diplomat to safety while Dick is being chased by her would-be murderer.

He thinks he hears a distant growl, lost in the wind, and laughs in exhilaration. There's nothing better than a rooftop chase, even if it does have high stakes.

"Come on!" Dick does an unnecessarily showy flip on his jump. "Can't keep up anymore?"

Some preternatural instinct warns him of incoming off his left shoulder and Dick tucks into a roll on landing, twisting out of sight behind an AC unit. A knife hits the gravel and sticks, quivering, where Dick was a second ago.

He lets out a slow whistle as he straightens to his feet, stepping back in the maze of AC units to put more distance between him and the mercenary that landed right after his knife. "Struck a nerve, did I? Don't worry, Slade, there are pills for that sort of thing nowadays."

"Pity the same can't be said for your mouth," Deathstroke growls. "You ever shut up, kid?"

"Better men than you have tried and failed," Dick says coquettishly, though he's really talking about Alfred. "Same way you failed your contract tonight. You have a history of coming up short against the Titans--I hope it hasn't started affecting your reputation."

"My reputation is just fine, Nightwing," Deathstroke says, unsheathing his sword. Dick tenses on the balls of his feet, prepared to run. "But teaching you some manners will be a nice consolation prize."

Dick laughs again, high and clear, Robin bright. The rooftop access door is five feet away and probably locked, but this is an office building, Dick can swing over the ledge and crash through the windows. "Going to take me over your lap, old man?"

"If you ask nicely."

"In your dreams, Slade," Dick shoots back, ready to run.

"Oh I'll get you to beg, Nightwing," Deathstroke promises, voice dark and heavy. "One way or another."

Something about his tone makes chills go down Dick's spine. He swallows and resettles his shoulders.

"You have to catch me first!"

Dick feints for the door and Deathstroke falls for it, a half second of readjustment before he realizes Dick's going for the ledge. With an enhanced mercenary, that's all the head start Dick's going to get.

Deathstroke almost manages to catch him while Dick's swinging over the edge of the roof, the sword grazes his right hand, slicing through the glove like butter and nearly taking Dick's fingers with it. He ends up rolling across broken glass, hissing at the cut on his hand--it's bleeding fast and hard and Dick wastes precious seconds using his torn glove as a makeshift bandage. He's already running, out of the office and down the maze of corridors, but Deathstroke gains easily.

The escrima sticks are pulled from their sheaths.

Dick was trained in hand to hand by the goddamn Batman, he's fought people bigger and taller and stronger than him his entire life, he knows how to use his size to his advantage. Unfortunately, the regular rules don't apply to an enhanced super soldier, because no matter how fast and flexible Dick is, Deathstroke is always right there.

Dick has to give up his grip on his right hand escrima, hand cramping, when the full weight of Deathstroke's sword crashes into it. The stick goes flying, Dick dodges the follow up, and goes back to running away.

"No more quips?" the mercenary drawls, amused, not even out of breath even though Dick is panting hard. "Has the little bird finally lost its tongue?"

Another thing Batman's taught him--how to make great use of his environment.

Dick has recently discovered a cool new trick with his escrima sticks, if he can just--there. Dick grabs the bottle of hand sanitizer and squirts it at Deathstroke. The mercenary raises a hand to block even though he has a mask, clearly baffled.

Dick immediately attacks with the escrima, he only has a small window of opportunity. This time Deathstroke blocks it lazily, catching the stick in the same hand.

Dick turns on the electricity.

The mercenary's suit is insulated, the voltage wouldn't do anything to him normally, but the electricity can--and does--light the sanitizer on fire.

"Hot enough for you?"

The mercenary immediately curses at the flames, momentarily distracted by getting the glove off, and Dick uses the distraction to sprint for the stairs.

He needs to get to street level and slip into the shadows, lose Deathstroke on his way back to the Tower. They've succeeded, preventing Deathstroke from another hit, and Dick's already dreaming of a long, hot shower.

The whistling is the only warning Dick gets.

He throws himself out of the way, nearly falling headlong down the stairs as Deathstroke swings himself onto the stairway. The goddamn bastard jumped from two flights up.

"Leaving so soon, kid?" Deathstroke mocks, advancing forward as Dick struggles to get up fast enough. "We were just getting to the good part."

"Didn't want to outstay my welcome," Dick manages breathlessly, going down the stairs backwards to maintain the distance between them, half his attention on not stepping wrong.

Deathstroke snorts, "Doesn't sound like you."

Dick's heartbeat has begun to tick up. His mind is flicking through plans at breakneck speed, considering and discarding and considering and discarding as he tries to figure out a way out of this one. The mercenary has the advantage, casually strolling down as Dick is forced to step blindly, single escrima waiting.

"Maybe if you apologize prettily enough, I might let you off with only a few bruises.”

"Apologize for what?" Dick's heart is pounding. "Your face?"

Deathstroke's posture visibly draws in, going from stalking predator to ready for the kill. Dick goes for the stupidest--the only plan he can think of.

There's more weight to the swing of Deathstroke's sword like this, and Dick doesn't bother trying to block it head on. He lets the escrima clatter off to the side, a necessary sacrifice as Dick grabs the railing with his injured hand and jumps--

Deathstroke's ungloved hand closes firmly around his, yanking him to a stop in the stairwell.

One breath.

His hand is burning--not the cut across the back but around his ring finger, red hot and searing.

Two breaths.

Dick looks up--intending to yank his hand free, wingding ready to slice through the mercenary's grip--and catches sight of glowing blue emanating from their clasped hands.

Dick stops breathing. Deathstroke has been frozen still for three beats too long.

"Fuck."

Deathstroke unfreezes with a violence that takes Dick off guard. Before he can recover from the sight of the blue glow, suppress it or ignore it to stab Deathstroke and get away, the mercenary has hauled him back over the railing, flinging him against the far wall.

The sudden loss of contact hurts worse, like pins and needles stabbing through his body, and Dick barely manages to push himself up before Deathstroke is on him again, slamming him against the wall. The bare hand wrapping around his throat makes the prickling vanish. Dick grabs Deathstroke's wrist and stares at the glowing blue line wrapped around his ring finger.

The glowing blue line connecting to Deathstroke the Terminator.

"No," Dick says hoarsely, barely registering how the mercenary's grip tightens. "No. No, it can't be, not you--"

Deathstroke's grip tightens further, cutting off his blood supply. Black spots proliferate in Dick's vision. He welcomes the darkness as an alternative to the growing horror, the sickening realization that this is real, that it isn't a nightmare or a delusion.

He's found his soulmate.

He's tied for eternity to Slade Wilson.

#my snippets #sladick #soulmate au

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intermundia · 2 days

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I'm a different anon, but your answer to that person, about how we all have our own perspectives and such, got me curious if you wanted to talk about your favorite things about Anakin? I really like how he has this earnest passion in everything he says and does, no matter what the consequences are. He lets his instincts and heart influence what actions he takes. I think you could say the same about Obi-Wan too to a degree, but I think Obi-Wan errs to keeping his emotions/intentions concealed until he has the best advantage he can get. And I think that this sort of "two sides of the same coin" contrast between them is part of what makes the ship appealing. Anyway, yeah, I wanted to know what you enjoy about Anakin ^^ And that other anon too, if they want to send another ask about their feelings/thoughts

Oh man, what a question. You've activated my trap card. Anakin Skywalker is possibly my favorite character of all time. It's endlessly fascinating to read stories about him, and writing him allows me to articulate the messy, painful, thwarted parts of myself. He's half my brain, and Obi-Wan is the other half, and resolving their differences brings me deep catharsis.

Everything you said about him is so true, his earnest passion is so deeply appealing. Obi-Wan called him passionate, fearless, forthright, and he is the embodiment of those traits, but he's flawed too, and flawed in ways I feel in my bones, and regrets the same things that I regret. He's so beautiful and so damned, a fallen and risen angel, you know?

Stover wrote that the brightest light casts the darkest shadow. He ends up at just the nadir of cruelty and violence, but he begins from a place of pure generosity and light. His intentions were so good, and he was so impossibly brave. It seems like arrogance, that cocky assurance of what he was capable of, but the universe bends around him to fit his will.

He's more than human, he's half-divine, a mirror and barometer of the entire galaxy's mood. His life is coextensive with the rise and fall of an empire, his personal tragedy from greed is both archetypal and relatable, and he is the scaffolding the narrative rests inside. Luke is the hero of the story but Anakin is the embodiment of the world he strives against.

He is painfully earnest and a liar, a villain and a victim, naive and jaded, brilliant but foolish, perfect and deeply flawed. It's so easy for me to understand why he was so beloved. He's absolutely the other side of Obi-Wan's coin, the heart to Obi-Wan's head, the passion to his reason, the instinct to his experience. The Team together is one complete and fully realized being, separation means incompleteness and disaster.

Vader is just one of the most iconic villains of all time, and Lucas defied all expectations in the prequels. He used his character to tell a cautionary tale about greed rather than give excuses for why he became such a monster. He is intentionally shown to be so generous and kind as a boy, handsome and daring as a man, with infinite wasted potential for good, it's incredible.

Idk man, I like him and I love him, I hate him and I want him; he's one of the best characters of the modern age.

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #long post #sorry #i really do mean trap card #hayden is also gorgeous. that is part of it. but it will keep my extolling of his physical virtues to dirty fanfic lol #sw

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4-leaf-cloverr · 3 days

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Girlie

the pjsk boys with a gf who blushes and gets flustered everytime he calls her petnames?? Ty

as someone who's easily flustered, this was so fun to write. yeah ell oh ell I hope you like this!

pjsk w s/o who blushes when gets called a pet name

!︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. AKITO

♡-> enjoys seeing you this red whenever he calls you a pet name while acting like he doesn't react the same way (but on a smaller scale)

♡-> will call you a pet name every chance he gets, the sight of you flustered is amusing to him

♡-> pet name preferences: babe/baby, moonlight

!︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. TOYA

♡-> Toya doesn't use pet names much, but when he does, it slips out

♡-> starts apologizing when he sees you heating up

♡-> pet name preferences: darling, sweetheart

"Y/N, darling, I- oh, you're so red. I'm sorry, I forgot you get this flustered."

!︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. TSUKASA

♡-> tsukasa loves using pet names. he finds it endearing and a good way to show his affection!

♡-> unfortunately for you, you end up turning red. Tsukasa was surprised the first time you turned this red, but he got used to it and decided to spare the embarrassment when you two were in public (it does end up slipping out in public tho)

♡-> pet name preferences: anything universe related, ex. my star, sunshine

!︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. RUI

♡-> this bitch uses the fact you get easily flustered to his advantage

♡-> for instance, you're going shopping with him? he'll call you a pet name in public

♡-> pet name preferences: dear, love

"Dear, which one do you li- awe, you're so red!! You look adorable, love!"

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsk #hoshii writes #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #toya aoyagi #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #toya aoyagi x reader

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vickyvicarious · 2 days

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There was a certain method in the Count's inquiries, so I shall try to put them down in sequence; the knowledge may somehow or some time be useful to me.

Let's talk about this method.

Dracula opens this conversation by first checking if he could have multiple solicitors, then questioning further whether he could have them for different tasks/locations. Jonathan accedes the legality of all this, but first says it's not usually necessary, then wants more detail when Dracula keeps asking. Dracula explains, but his explanation seems a little contradictory:

"Now here let me say frankly, lest you should think it strange that I have sought the services of one so far off from London instead of some one resident there, that my motive was that no local interest might be served save my wish only; and as one of London residence might, perhaps, have some purpose of himself or friend to serve, I went thus afield to seek my agent, whose labours should be only to my interest. Now, suppose I, who have much of affairs, wish to ship goods, say, to Newcastle, or Durham, or Harwich, or Dover, might it not be that it could with more ease be done by consigning to one in these ports?"

He claims he didn't want any local interests to be served over his own in London, but then turns right around and says that local lawyers in various ports would be able to help him there more easily. If he really wants his own interests served first and foremost, Jonathan's suggestion that he could work with one solicitor, who would then work on his behalf with colleagues in other places, seems perfectly reasonable. Of course, if he wants to limit how much of his affairs any one person knows, then dividing his various tasks amongst various people makes sense. It's more unusual or even suspicious, but it's perfectly legal.

(Aside here - part of the reason I think he actually wanted a lawyer who wasn't from London is because he wants as little connection drawn between himself and that lawyer's (or lawyers' plural, going off my theory he might plan to kill Mr. Hawkins later) strange disappearance/death. He wants anyone he meets in London to know nothing about him before his arrival there.)

Dracula's happy to hear this. Then he starts delving into all sorts of specifics, with an attention to detail that impresses Jonathan. He obviously wants to be very careful to be as fully prepared as possible. Only after this is all confirmed (in books, not just by Jonathan's word - perhaps guarding against Jonathan, who knows he is imprisoned, lying to him?), does he ask whether Jonathan has written home. He uses clever wording and an implicit threat to coerce Jonathan to agree to remaining another month and helping him further.

This, just after they have completed all their business. It's extra cruel with that timing. And then as soon as he sees Jonathan is trapped, he presses his advantage with insidious charm, essentially dictating the content of the letters he wants him to write home. He gives Jonathan extremely thin paper, once again a threat without words that his words will be seen, his cooperation assessed further. He proceeds to sit right there the entire time Jonathan is writing, and only after he is done does Dracula begin to write his own letters. This little choice increases the pressure immensely, meaning Jonathan has to write while feeling watched the entire time, then wait in suspense even longer after he has finished. Sure, he says he's just reading a book, but I doubt he's putting all his attention on that. Dracula is essentially taunting him here - all the more so when he leaves the room and the letters unguarded briefly.

Throughout the entire conversation, and the letter-writing that follows, he slowly tightens a net around Jonathan. The first part might raise suspicions about what Dracula plans to get up to, but it also is completely focused on business and very productive. It's also a lot of Jonathan saying yes, you can do that. Yes, it's odd to have multiple solicitors, but you can do that. Yes, if you want, that's allowed, and here's how to avoid any negative consequences. Then he uses the claim of business and duty to impose further on Jonathan. Jonathan is forced again to say yes, you can do that. You can have me stay longer. Yes, I accept, Mr. Hawkins did say I would help you however you needed. I will do that. Then as soon as Jonathan has agreed to that, Dracula ramps up the charm and threat both, and pushes harder with the letter request. He forces Jonathan to once again agree, this time without any words. Yes, I'll do that. I'll do what you want me to.

And then, at the very end, after establishing this pattern of agreement and complicity, after making Jonathan feel completely trapped in so many ways. Then, he starts to test Jonathan. To push him more. He leaves the room, leaves his letters behind. Two of them unopened. What is that if not an invitation to snoop? Jonathan takes the invitation - but he's frustrated in any effort to read inside by Dracula's swift return. Dracula removes any opportunity to learn more about the letters, and moves to leave Jonathan alone to stew in his thoughts... but turns back at the door to deliver a warning.

Don't sleep outside your room. If you do, who knows what would happen to you. He gestures as though he's washing his hands, as if saying I'm not responsible for the result or maybe even I won't save you. Coming right now, after the way the rest of this conversation has gone... it feels a lot like a deliberate taunt. A test. A push, to see if Jonathan will rebel once out of his sight. A trap, perhaps - especially if leaving him with the letters was already a trick, especially if he could tell that Jonathan tried to spy on them.

#dracula daily #count dracula #jonathan harker #and what will happen if jonathan chooses to spring it?#...what will happen if he *doesn't*?

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 days

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(I am so happy to find someone writing for Trails women, thank you for existing)

So, there was an ask about Gundam heavy arms custom. And Cold Steel literally has humanoid mechs. So how about a NC7 Student S/O who does these crazy machinegun acrobatics in a Panzer Soldat, with Juna, Altina, Musse, and Rean(platonic, because Teacher/Student is bad civilisation).

(Trails of Cold Steel) Juna, Altina, Musse, and Rean watching Reader's Soldat perform insane acrobatics

On the Rean teacher/student part, absolutely based.

First of all, Juna didn't even know Panzer Soldats could even jump into the air like that.

Second of all, WHAT?!

(Juna) "H-Hey, are you done showing off?! How did you even do that anyways?!"

Juna is more annoyed than anything.

Okay so MAYBE it was pretty cool, but there's no need to do that kind of showmanship in a damn training exercise!

(Juna) "Stop trying to make the rest of us look lame, S/O!"

She pouts a little in both annoyance, and jealousy.

Altina blinks twice at the sight.

(Altina) "(Y/N), that was entirely unecessary."

Altina did not care that her classmate just performed an impossible feat on a several ton mech.

It was flamboyant to the point of reminding her of Millium.

And she did not like anything that reminded her of Millium.

(Altina) "Please do not risk hurting yourself or the Panzer Soldat during training, (Y/N)."

Her robotic voice requested, brow slightly furrowing.

Musse can't help but clap at the show she just witnessed.

(Musse) "Impressive, S/O! You certainly know how to make an entrance!"

Oh yeah, it was extra as hell but Musse has to give respect where it's due!

She wouldn't want to do the same, surprisingly, since that was a good way to get shot during an actual combat situation.

But in times like this, it made her proud that she could call S/O hers.

(Musse) "Think you can teach me that? I'd like to impress our dear Instructor as well!"

Rean and Valimar just watch in complete disbelief as (Y/N) landed in front of him, inside a giant robot.

(Valimar) "Was that necessary?"

(Rean) "Uh, I think the better question we need to ask is how?!"

Rean has seen a lot of stupid stunts pulled in his short life, but this probably took the cake.

At least until next week, before Musse or Ashe tries anything else anyway.

Rean crosses his arm inside the cockpit shaking his head.

(Rean) "Alright, so you can move pretty quickly. But that doesn't give you an advantage in combat whatsoever!"

(Y/N) "But Instructor Rean, you fly in with Valimar all the time!"

(Rean) "Because he's a Divine Knight! He's powered by...-"

Rean just sighs loudly as he facepalms.

(Rean) "Look, as your Instructor, I cannot in good conscience let you put yourself in that kind of needless danger! Tita is probably going to have to do all sorts of repairs on the legs from that landing alone!"

(Y/N) "...But it was still pretty cool right?"

(Rean) "...See me after Class, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) sigh "Yes, Instructor..."

#trails of cold steel x reader #trails of cold steel headcanons #trails of cold steel imagines #juna crawford x reader #altina orion x reader #musse egret x reader #rean schwarzer x reader #juna crawford #altina orion #musse egret #rean schwarzer

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shion-yu · 3 days

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Day 11: Passing out

Using @medwhumpmay to finally finish this full length Shu sickfic! 5,065 words. Written for my @badthingshappenbingo space “Working Through the Cold” and inspired by this prompt by @snzzenby641 “A horrid boss with an equally horrid cold being less than careful with their germs.” CW: Contagion, mild mess, sneezing, coughing, fever, stuffy talk, ft. Shu’s 14 y/o son.

The second Shu hears his boss sneezing, he knows he’s going to catch whatever it is that’s causing it. He’s never had a very good immune system to begin with, but it was when he was in college that his body seemed to have made the decision to no longer put up a fight against any cold that passed by him. This is a particularly bad thing for Shu because even though he has enough PTO to go on vacation for a month, his boss, Harrison, often denies even more reasonable time off requests.

Harrison is the type to work through a cold, and therefore he expects everybody else to as well. Shu’s not sure what one would have to do in order to be excused for a few days off without getting guilt tripped into coming back early - perhaps a catastrophic earthquake would do. As long as the office was still standing, probably not. Harrison lacks the trait of empathy, Shu thinks, but in a competitive market this is an advantage.

“WEI!” Shu already knows he's in trouble by the way Harrison is screaming his name. He's been trying to avoid being in close contact with his boss all morning in some attempt to avoid Harrison’s very contagious sounding sneezes, but once he enters the lion's den it’ll be all over for him. Shu sighs, straightens his tie out, and knocks on the door of Harrison's office before entering.

"Yes sir?" Shu says, standing up straight.

"Took your sweedt timb," Harrison says, his normally punctuated speech blunted with heavy congestion. He looks pretty bad, Shu thinks. His hair is messy, his eyes are watery and red rimmed, and Shu questions why someone so critical can't tell that he really ought to be in bed right now. Stubbornness, probably. "Your performance review,” Harrison says. “Sit.”

Ah, yes. The dreaded quarterly one-on-one where Harrison points out everything Shu needs to do better and nothing he’s done right. Shu reluctantly sits across from Harrison’s desk, trying not to fixate on the overflowing trash can of used tissues next to him. Harrison lets out several harsh, wet coughs that he only half-covers with his hand, then pushes a small packet of papers over towards Shu with the exact same hand. Shu winces but picks it up and begins reading aloud just how much he sucks at his job, just like Harrison likes it.

Harrison is smirking as usual as Shu reads. He’s definitely a sadist. Otherwise, why would he make them read these in front of him like it’s confession? However he also seems distracted today by the beast of a head cold he has, unable to go more than thirty seconds without sneezing, coughing, or both. He snorts up what sounds like a very thick noseful of mucus up and grunts, rubbing his temple. If he wasn’t such an ass, Shu would feel bad for him. Instead he just feels doomed.

Once Shu finishes reading his review, Harrison asks him the required follow up questions that he always does. “Would you agree with your review? Whadt can I do better as your boss?” Snort. “How would you rate yourself?”

The thing is, answering any of these questions with honesty is a surefire way to be working overtime for the next several weeks. So Shu just answers pleasantly, as he’s supposed to: “It sounds good. Nothing. I’d say I could improve in the areas you mentioned in my review.”

Harrison nods in approval. Believe it or not, Harrison actually likes Shu. He’s a hard worker, he doesn’t cause problems, and he never asks for raises. Shu is the quintessential office grunt as far as Harrison is concerned: quiet and obedient. The people who aren’t? Don’t last very long around here.

Shu, on the other hand, has lasted at this company for over ten years. He’s the longest working consultant for this marketing firm’s location and he even started before Harrison. Shu only has a bachelors, though, so he’s never been promoted to anything farther than senior marketing consultant. He doesn’t supervise, he doesn’t make big decisions, and he most certainly does not make waves.

That is, until he suddenly became a single father to an unruly twelve-year-old who needs Shu’s attention constantly. Shu took unexpected parental leave for four weeks when Alex came to live with him, much to the disdain of Harrison. And when he came back, Shu was different. Work was no longer the number one thing on his mind. These days, Shu answers his personal phone during work in case he has to leave when the school calls him because Alex has caused trouble again, which happens often. He gets sick way more frequently because he’s not used to kid germs and he’s always tired, leading to little mistakes in his paperwork that he always would have caught before. His black hair is quickly turning gray and for the first time in Shu’s life, he cares more about another person than his corporate job.

For Shu, this change is good. Raising Alex is tough, sure, but it’s rewarding and an experience he never would have had otherwise. He loves Alex and doesn’t mind that his relationship with work is changing.

Others don’t agree. Namely, Harrison.

So when Shu comes the following week sniffling and sneezing every few minutes just like Harrison was, all he gets in response is annoyance. In fact, Harrison seems to have complete amnesia about the part where he undoubtedly gave Shu this hell of a cold with his less than stellar public health habits and actually seems to be punishing Shu with more work. He tosses a large folder of paperwork on Shu’s desk and says, “I need this before you leave today.”

Shu has his nose buried in an over-used tissue, the rough ones that the office provides that were the cheapest money could buy. “Yes sir,” he mutters into it. His nose is chapped and bright red from blowing it into the sandpaper-quality tissues all morning.

Mathias comes up shortly after with a bottle of DayQuil and a look of abject pity. “You shouldn’t have even come in,” he says matter of factly.

“Too late,” Shu croaks. His voice is going already and speaking causes him to fall into a fit of harsh coughing. He doubles over, pushing his wheeled office chair backwards from the desk and coughing, and coughing. He’s not sure he can stop.

He feels Mathias’ hand on his back and a bottle of water is shoved into his grasp. “Drink,” Mathias orders.

Shu does. The cool liquid burns as it goes down his raw throat, but it’s also soothing and he finally manages to stop coughing. Mathias cringes just observing him - darker than usual circles under the eyes and greasy hair is not a good look for Shu. “Dude. Go home.”

Shu shakes his head, motioning to the stack of papers on his desk. “Can’t,” he rasps. “I’ll probably have to stay late finishing this stuff.” At least Alex is fourteen now and Shu trusts him enough to stay at home by himself for a few extra hours. When Alex had first come to live with him, nearly two years ago now, Shu had been terrified to leave him alone for even a second.

“Give me half, I’ll help,” Mathias says. He doesn’t wait for Shu to deny him - which he knows Shu will - and snatches the two top binder clips full of paperwork off Shu’s stack of many. Shu nods, unable to bring himself to fight back when he’s feeling this lousy.

By the end of the regular work day, Shu’s sure he won’t get out of here until at least seven, maybe eight PM. He’s working slower than usual thanks to how much his head aches and how many breaks he’s had to take to sneeze and cough himself into seeing black spots in front of him. His arms and even his fingers hurt, the hair on his own head prickling uncomfortably as if affected by static electricity. He’s also freezing and has resorted to swearing his jacket over his usual business attire, but he doesn’t think it’s done much to warm him up.

“You definitely have a fever,” Mathias tells him. “Harrison can find someone else to do this shit.”

“I’m already on thin ice,” Shu says weakly.

“So? He gave you this plague,” Mathias says. But Harrison is his boss too, and he knows just as well as Shu that that’s not how it works around here. He himself only stays at this job for the health insurance, and because he has twin baby girls and a wife at home to make a living for.

“Wei,” a sharp voice makes them both jump in their office chairs. Shu resists letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Yes sir?” Harrison is standing a few feet away from him, coat on and ready to go right on time as usual. What he has to rush off to, no one knows given the man’s perpetually single and lives alone.

“I still expect that paperwork on my desk by the time I come in tomorrow,” Harrison says. “And remember we have the board meeting tomorrow at nine, so don’t be late.”

Shu forgot about the board meeting. He also wants to throw up at the idea of presenting his numbers in front of his seniors when he feels like even standing up is a bad idea right now. He swallows and nods numbly.

Mathias attempts to defend him. “Sir, I don’t think Shu will be able to come in tomorrow, he’s sick as a dog,” he says. Shu feels a rush of emotion that Mathias still defends him like this, even though he’s younger and has no reason to stick his neck out for Shu when he also needs this job.

“I expect a hospital note if he’s that sick,” Harrison says sharply. He glares at both of his underlings who don’t respond again. Then he stalks out of the office to enjoy his night beginning on time without any kids to take care of at home.

Mathias shakes his head, muttering profanities under his breath. Shu just coughs, whispers, “Thank you,” and goes back to his work.

It turns out that thanks to various errors in the data, Shu stays in the office until past nine that night. Mathias leaves around seven, apologizing profusely but Shu brushes him off and says he’s done more than enough to help. Mathias has a family waiting for him at home and a wife who won’t be very happy if he’s any later than he already is. Then Shu’s left alone in the office space, which feels even colder at night and the only sounds to listen to are the clicks of his keyboard and his own miserable sniffling.

He calls Alex to let him know he won’t be able to come home until later, apologizing and telling him to order whatever he wants for delivery food. Alex seems annoyed and just says, “Fine,” before hanging up. Shu rubs his painful sinuses in exasperation and hopes Alex isn’t too angry.

Once he’s sure the numbers are to perfection, Shu finally slaps the pile of completed paperwork on Harrison’s desk and drags himself home. When he leaves the office building it’s dark. The cool night air hits his skin and makes him shiver, then cough. He stumbles a little in the doorway and presses his now burning face into the entryway, letting a self indulgent groan escape from his lips. He feels like shit, he has an angry teenager to go home to, and he has to be back here in less than ten hours to prepare for that board meeting. He lets himself think, ‘I’m not sure I can do this,’ for another thirty seconds before standing up, slapping his hot cheeks and shaking it off. It’s just a cold. His kid and work come first.

Shu drives home without incident, although by the time he pulls into the driveway the flow of undeterred snot has made its way all down his chin. He’s disgusting. He wipes his face with his suit jacket sleeve - which he immediately regrets because now he needs to get it dry cleaned before he can wear it again - and stumbles into the house.

The first stop he makes is Alex’s bedroom to make sure his son is fed and safe. He knocks and cracks the door, peaking in to see the teenager sprawled on his stomach in bed reading a book. Just a bit of the tension he’s held in his shoulders all afternoon dissipates.

“Sorry I’mb so late,” Shu says. His voice is barely there and it hurts to speak. He feels as if he’s gargled rocks. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” Alex says, not looking up. Shu knows he’s mad about his being late.

“What’d you get?” Shu asks, leaning against the doorframe because his legs are starting to feel like jello and his head is spinning.

“Pizza,” Alex answers. “I left some for you.”

“Thanks bud,” Shu says. His face suddenly scrunches up and he lets out two very loud, very wet sneezes into his suit jacket sleeve, since it’s already a lost cause. “Excuse mbe.”

Alex does look up finally, a punctuated frown on his face. “You shouldn’t have stayed late if you’re already sick,” he points out accusingly.

“I know,” Shu sighs. But it’s not like he had any choice. Alex doesn’t quite understand that though - Shu never tells him about his job, or his boss, or how much Harrison’s grown to dislike him ever since Shu decided Alex was his priority over his desk job. The kid has enough things to worry about without being made to feel like a burden. “Im’b gonna stick to mby room, don’t want you to catch this alright? Do you need adnything though?”

“No,” Alex says. Shu takes this as his cue to leave the surly teen alone, but Alex adds when he’s halfway out the door, “You gonna stay home tomorrow?”

Shu shakes his head no, coughing meanwhile. “Meeting, but if I can come home early I will,” he says when he manages to catch his breath again. Alex doesn’t say anything else, but his mouth is set in a thin, disapproving line. “Goodnighdt,” Shu says, then shuffles off to his bedroom where he is finally able to let out the torrent of violent sneezes he’s been holding back since he got home. He feels dizzy with the release and blows his nose with blessedly softer tissues than the ones he was forced to use at the office, barely possessing the energy to get into sleep clothes before collapsing on bed.

He knows he should eat and probably take medicine, but he’s one hundred percent spent. He doesn’t think he can even get to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he just needs to sleep immediately. He passes out with the lights still on and his blankets clutched tightly around him, shivering.

What feels like ten minutes later, his six AM alarm goes off. Shu cannot fathom how this is possibly correct, but the clock on his bedside table states otherwise. The sharp tone of his alarm feels like it’s stabbing him in the head with every beep and Shu turns it off with a loud groan - which turns into a series of miserable coughs that sound even more congested than yesterday. He can feel all the nighttime mucus in the back of his throat crackling and breaking up as he coughs, which hurts like someone slapping rubber bands against his throat.

Still, Shu drags himself upright, throws on the first suit he can find that isn’t covered in snot, and half heartedly fixes himself up in the bathroom. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and cringes because he looks absolutely awful. His face is pale white and he needs a shave and a shower badly. The energy required to complete these tasks is nowhere to be found though, so he settles for splashing some sink water on his face and calls it good enough. When he blows his nose, it seems there is no end to the thick, greenish snot that comes out.

Alex isn’t awake yet, but the high school is three blocks away so he walks. Besides his suspensions, Alex has good attendance and Shu doesn’t worry about him skipping school. He’s a good kid, despite what some of the guidance counselors believe. Shu fixes Alex his lunch as always, although he forgoes preparing anything with his bare hands and just throws in an accumulation of pre-packaged goods and gives it a spritz of Clorox spray too. Alex rarely gets sick, but Shu doesn’t want to take any chances.

By seven Shu’s out the door, stumbling over his own feet to the garage and praying he makes it to work safely. He feels miserably sick, he can’t even pretend to deny it. But he also feels like he has no other choice but to show up after Harrison made such a point about coming to the meeting yesterday.

When he gets to his desk, Mathias is already at his and his expression leaves nothing to the imagination when he sees Shu. “Jesus Christ, get out of here,” he says.

Shu sneezes in response. “I’d love to,” he croaks. He practically collapses into his office chair, head spinning.

Mathias strides over to him and slaps a hand on Shu’s forehead, unfazed by the way Shu startles. It’s this behavior that made Shu first fall in love with the guy, Shu thinks hopelessly. It’s an unrequited, decade-long crush that will never, ever go anywhere. Shu was the best man at Mathias’ wedding for goodness sake. Best friends is good enough. “You’ve got a hell of a fever,” Mathias says disapprovingly. “Maybe you should go make a show of being a plague rat in Harrison’s office. He might kick you out.”

Shu forces a weak smile at him, closing his eyes and just letting himself enjoy the touch of a cool hand for a few indulgent seconds. Mathias lets go all too soon and hands him a bag of cough drops. “Thought you could use these, I brought them from home.”

“What would I do without you?” Shu murmurs tiredly. Mathias pats his shoulder and goes back to his desk. The cough drops are lemon and honey flavored, which are Shu’s favorite. There was a time several years ago, long before Mathias had a wife and kids, when he and Shu lived together. Mathias must have remembered from back then.

The first hour of the day is spent preparing for the board meeting, during which Shu becomes increasingly uncomfortable. He tugs at his tie and even unbuttons the top two bottoms of his shirt, something that’s unlike him. His coughing is impossible to ignore by anyone in the office, as are his wet sneezes that now come in twos and threes. Yesterday at least they were clearing his sinuses temporarily, but now they just hurt and yet do nothing to fix the blockage in his nose. He’s fully aware that he sounds dreadfully contagious and doesn’t blame anyone for avoiding his desk completely.

Ten minutes before nine, Harrison breezes by Shu’s desk and clears his throat loudly to get Shu’s attention. “Go to the bathroom and pull yourself together,” he orders. “Can’t have you looking like you’re going to die in front of the board.”

“Maybe we’d get a sympathy vote if I do,” Shu jokes weakly, but Harrison’s already across the room. For a short, fat man, he’s awful speedy when he wants to be. Shu pushes himself into a standing position, his arms quivering with effort against his desk. He feels terribly dizzy and keeps one hand on the wall as he finds his way to the bathroom. There he washes his face and tries to tell himself he can do this. He’ll present his brief, hopefully without too much trouble with his voice, and then he just has to wait for the rest of his colleagues to finish. By lunch, he’ll be able to go home and crawl into bed, Harrison be damned.

That’s the plan, anyways. But Shu’s plans rarely work out. The meeting has a lot of important people, including Harrison’s boss and the boss of Harrison’s boss. That’s Shu’s great-grandboss, right? He can’t help but giggle under his breath when he thinks of this ridiculous title. Mathias nudges his from under the desk, a concerned look on his face. ‘Hang in there,’ he mouths. Shu blinks himself back to reality where no jokes are allowed at the board meeting.

When it’s his turn, Shu’s stands up and tries not to sway as his vision blurs. “Ahem. Excuse mbe in advance… I’mb getting over a touch of a cold,” he prefaces, as if he’s not right in the trenches of battle with whatever this hell virus is. “This quarter our numbers have been… impacted greatly by…” He’s interrupted by two sneezes that make the world spin. He reaches for the tissues in his jacket pocket and tries to wipe away the mess without blowing the rest out, which is hard to resist when he can’t breathe through his nose and talk at the same time.

“Egsguse mbe,” he mutters. He knows his voice is cracking and between that and the congestion, he’s not entirely sure his colleagues can actually understand what he’s saying. Does anyone really care, though? Probably not. As he goes on, it gets harder and harder to maintain a natural flow of speech. He’s trying to breathe normally, but instead he feels like it sounds absurdly loud in his ears. Actually, everything is too loud, even though nobody except him is talking.

“Mr. Wei? Are you quite alright?”

Shu blinks hard, trying to focus on whoever just said that. He thinks is Harrison’s boss. Or grandboss, now he can’t remember. He catches Mathias staring at him worriedly and clears his throat. “Perfectly fine. Now… we’ve seen a marked increase in… um, sorry, an increase in sales for products that were… talked about… I mean advertised using our new model of… uh…” Suddenly he can’t remember what that model is. He invented the damn model.

“Mr. Wei.” The voice is more stern this time. Then increases to a shout: “Mr. Wei!”

Shu doesn’t know why the old guy is yelling, or why he suddenly feels like he’s suffocating on hot air. “Just…” He grits his teeth in annoyance. “Just give me a…” He doesn’t finish the sentence, because then suddenly everything goes dark and when he opens his eyes, everybody is yelling. So annoying, Shu thinks to himself. If only they’d just shut up. It’s just sales. It’s really not that exciting.

“Shu, hey pal. Are you with me?”

He recognizes that voice, the one closest to him now. His eyes flutter open and he realizes he’s lying on the floor on his back, Mathias above him with his expression full of concern. “There you are. You’re okay. Take a big breath for me.”

“Ugh… Matty, I don’t feel good,” Shu groans. “Think I’m gonna…” Someone shoves a bin under his chin just in time for him to vomit. There’s not much in his stomach, given he hasn’t eaten a meal since lunch yesterday, but the loud noises that come from his throat and stomach don’t sound so little. Shu whimpers, the board room spinning around him. What was he doing here again? He can’t remember. Was he at work?

“It’s okay, we’re gonna get you taken care of,” Mathias soothes him.

Shu smiles despite himself, his head lolling to the side as if he has no control over it. “You’re always so nice to me,” he mumbles. “I think… my sugar feels low.” Shu doesn’t have diabetes, but he is prone to low blood sugar when he doesn’t eat. He remembers that time, almost eight years ago now, when he fainted at the office. He was sick then, but also had a markedly low blood sugar. Wait…

“Oh shit. Did I faint at the office?” Shu asks wearily, only now realizing he’s still in his work clothes. Now it’s coming back to him. The board meeting… Shu groans. “Oh god. Did I faint in front of everybody?” At least last time nobody had been looking at him when it happened. Especially not an entire room full of all of his bosses.

“Afraid so,” Mathias said. “But I just kicked them out and someone’s waiting for the ambulance. They’ll be here soon.”

“Kill me,” Shu said. He’d fainted and then puked in front of the entire board. That was it, his career was over. He had to quit. “I’m serious, shoot me now.”

Mathias shakes his head, shushing him. “Don’t be so dramatic, you’re probably just dehydrated. You feel like you’re a million degrees, you know that? I told you you should’ve gone home.”

“Yeah, you’re always right,” Shu mutters. He rests his head back down in Mathias’ lap where he’d woken up. “Ugh, my ambulance copay is like, three hundred bucks, too.”

Mathias smoothes Shu’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “Now’s not the time to worry about that, okay?”

Shu closes his eyes. They feel hot and pulsing inside of his skull. “If I’m not out by three, will you make sure Alex is okay? I don’t wanna worry him while he’s at school.”

“Of course,” Mathias says.

The EMTs arrive a few minutes later, Harrison leading them to Shu’s spot on the floor. He’s shivering by then, Mathias’ suit jacket covering him not sufficient to ward off the chills from the fever he’s sporting. They load Shu onto a stretcher after taking his less than stellar vitals and Shu gazes blearily at the office as they walk through it to the elevators, because he’s sure he can never show his face in here again.

“I could probably just sleep it off at home, I don’t think I really need the hospital,” Shu tries to tell them, but they stick an IV in his hand and bring him anyway. There Shu gets Tylenol, a couple liters of fluids that apparently have some electrolytes and sugar, and a dose of IV solumedrol to work on his awful cough. They say it’s probably a viral infection but they’ll send him home on antibiotics anyways, just in case, plus oral steroids. Shu’s still waiting for discharge paperwork when Mathias calls with an update on Alex. He wants to know if Shu’s staying overnight because Alex keeps saying he’s going to leave to sleep at Ryo’s.

“They’re discharging me now, can you guys come get me?” Shu asks. If Alex wants to sleep at Ryo’s that’s fine - Shu knows it’s where he goes as soon as he feels overwhelmed, and Shu being this sick is sure to stress him out - but he’d like to see his son is okay with his own two eyes before then.

Mathias shows up half an hour later, by which time Shu’s dressed, IV removed and scripts in hand. “Alex is in the car,” he tells Shu. “He wants us to drop him off at Ryo’s on the way back.”

“That’s fine,” Shu says. He walks out of the ER on his own two feet this time, still feverish but feeling far better than he did this morning. Whatever “D5NS with KCL” is, he wishes he could keep some handy for all the times he’s feeling weak because he’s pretty sure that’s what helped the most. As they approach the car, Shu can see Alex in the backseat. He’s listening to music with earbuds in, but he pulls one out when Mathias helps Shu into the passenger seat.

“Hey buddy,” Shu says. His voice is still pretty rough sounding, but not talking for most of the hours in the ER helped. “You okay?”

Alex snorts, shaking his head. “I’m not the one who passed out at work.”

“Touché,” Shu says. He’s not sure that’s how the word is supposed to be used, but he’s too tired to care right now. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Alex says quickly, but Shu knows he’s lying. Not that he plans on pointing that out, but he’s aware that Alex cares about everything far more than he likes to pretend. School, Ryo, the fact that Shu still makes him go to therapy once a month even though he says his parents’ death doesn’t bother him anymore. It’s just another reason why Shu feels so fiercely that he has to protect him now.

Alex clears his throat uncomfortably. “Can I sleep at Ryo’s? His dad said it’s fine.”

“Yeah. That’s fine,” Shu says. He’s not sure he would’ve had the energy to argue if for some reason it hadn’t been fine. Thank god for Ryo’s parents and their constant willingness to have Alex over since the beginning. Thank god for Ryo and his calming presence he always seems to have over Alex, despite being the most hyperactive teenage boy Shu’s ever met.

Alex directs Mathias to Ryo’s house and hops out, his backpack for school tomorrow over his shoulder. Alex doesn't look at him, just mutters an uncomfortable, “Feel better,” before disappearing into Ryo’s house. Shu sighs in relief. As long as he knows Alex is fine, he’d rather the kid not be there stressing about him anyways. Mathias brings him home and takes him inside, setting him up in bed with tea, tissues, meds and anything else he could possibly need within reach.

“Thanks Matty,” Shu says tiredly. “I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“I don't either,” Mathias says, eyeing Shu worriedly. “You sure you’ll be okay by yourself?”

“I’ll make it,” Shu says. “Don't worry. I’ll be back at work soon.”

Mathias rolls his eyes. “Not too soon,” he says strictly. “Get some rest.” Then he leaves Shu to his own devices and Shu relaxes, finally in his own bed - where he should've stayed this morning. Oh well. He can't believe how humiliating he is - to pass out at work twice in the span of a few years - but hey, at least no one's going to accuse him of faking. Harrison will guiltily go easy on him for a week, at least. Thank goodness he made it home.

#medwhump may #shionwrites #oc: Shu #oc: Alex #ngl I really like this one it’s just shameless sickfic lmao #and for the anon who asked forever ago for more sick Shu with a slightly older Alex tada #sickfic #illness whump #fever whump #sicknario #sick whump #bad things happen bingo #working through the cold #snz #contagion #oc sickfic #male whump

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Omg your amazing at writing Anthony bridgerton angst. Pls write more😫😫😫💋

You caused this? (Anthony Bridgerton x GN!Reader)

Summary: You are complaining to your dearest friend Anthony about your lack of luck through the seasons but he is terribly silent. His silence brings answers that you never expected from him. Pronouns: You/Yours Warnings: Angst Word Count: 3.4k A/N: Thank youuu!! Here's more for you my love! (Also for the new thing below this, tagging, you guys can be asked to be tagged in any sort of fics lol!) Tagging: @etherynn

A stunning afternoon shone on the walking paths families decided to take for eloquent bonding times. Children were laughing, mothers were sending their daughters off to promenade with one another, and the men were keeping watchful eyes out. It was a perfect day for the courting season to bloom in its full beauty and potential.

It was lively around the grassy green parks where people conversated with each other, it was a lovely day.

Two of the people taking advantage of the wondrous day to promenade together were you and Anthony Bridgerton, the most inseparable friends in all of London. The two of you had been great friends ever since you were children, you had been there for him through the easy and the rough patches, and he had done the same for you. Neither of you questioned your roles in the other's life, you just fit together.

Anthony loved you dearly, you knew that. He treated you like his own sibling, sometimes you appreciated it, other times you had to give him a good wack for him to stop scaring the poor guests at parties you attended.

There was no need for that during this moment, no. There were only warm smiles, sweet treats, pleasant conversation, and why was that? It was because it was only the two of you, no one to interrupt, or drag you away.

Anthony walked with you along the path, holding his hand out when he reached the stony steps to the dock. You raised a brow and rolled your eyes, taking his hand with a playfully distasteful look on your face, causing him to chuckle ever so slightly.

You walked down the wooden planks of the dock, noticing how there were no boats out. “I wonder why there are no boats out when it’s such a beautiful day.” You hummed aloud, not really expecting any response to your comment.

Anthony looked around and shrugged, hands behind his back, “Would you care to go out on the water?”

“Oh, heavens no!” You answered a little loudly, a sheepish smile finding itself onto your face as you turned to face him. “I was simply expressing my passing curiosity.”

The Bridgerton shook his head and stood quietly, admiring how the waves rocked with one another. He thought of the water like a ball, each drop with its own partner to create a beautiful array of movement within the water, to create a somehow roaring image of tranquility.

You, on the other hand, adjusted your clothing and sat upon the wooden planks, smoothing out the fabric as you did so. You carefully took off your shoes and set them to the side.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden comment caused you to look up with fluttering eyes, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Anthony walked a bit to you, looking down, “It looks as if you’re on the brink of putting your feet into the water.”

"A remarkable observation indeed," You responded sarcastically, a playful glint in your eyes. “I shall have to inform your mother that we have discovered you possess the brilliance of a prodigy.” You spoke, removing the last of any clothing surrounding your feet to enter the cold water. Once you made contact, you left out a soft sigh, your hands falling to the wood behind you, leaving you in a relaxed position.

Anthony sucked his teeth at your remark, but no one could mistake his mischievous grin for anything other than delight. “Let us not raise her expectations.” He mumbled to you with a shake of his head, kneeling to take off his own shoes, “She’s already enthusiastic enough about Daphne.”

You hummed, tilting your head over to him, squinting your eyes due to the bright sun. “Pray tell, how is the new Duchess of Hastings?”

The man rolled his neck a bit and sat next to you, dipping his feet into the water. His body blocked the sunlight so you had no need to squint as you gazed upon him, his eyes falling to yours.

He let out a huff with a toothy smile, “She’s gone away with Simon.” Anthony informed you, looking out to the water now. He adjusted the collars of his wrist as he took a deep breath, “She swore she’d write letters so…”

“You’re looking forward to them, do not deny it.” You told him, scrunching your nose as you bumped your shoulder with his.

He chuckled and nodded, “Indeed, I eagerly await her thought filled letters.” He told you before biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes still looking forward, but they were further than ever. “I never imagined I’d miss her presence so much,” He confessed, blinking rapidly, “her ceaseless ramblings about finding her soulmate are over now.” He whispered, clearing his throat, adjusting himself once more, “My little sister is now gone, and I won’t be able to protect her anymore.” His voice with loss, his fingers clasped together as if he was grasping for something.

You placed your head on his shoulder, “She’s still your sister Anthony, she will visit.” You reminded him, placing one of your hands on his thigh.

You felt the man take a sharp inhale of breath before letting it go slowly, “I know…” He nodded against you, placing his head over yours.

There was a moment of silence, the two of you kicking your feet in the water, enjoying the cool splashing against the warmth the sun brought.

You moved your head, looking to the families across the way, “Besides, there are plenty of others for you to protect, people still rely on you.” You reassured him with a supportive smile, remembering his other siblings, specifically his three younger sisters.

Anthony was not thinking the same as you though, he took his hand and placed it over yours, which hadn’t moved from his thigh. “Right, like you.” He smiled, rubbing his thumb along the edge of your hand.

You looked to your lap, laughing a bit, “I require little protection.” You muttered out, playing with a small string on your clothing.

Your friend furrowed his brows and scoffed, “There are dogs out there.”

“I mean, because no one approaches me anymore.” You spoke suddenly, looking at the water solemnly, lips in a frown.

Anthony's smile dropped, and he turned his head to you, “Pardon?”

You scratched your head with a breathy laugh, “No one wishes to marry me.” You said, tone in a light song, but you knew it wasn’t a light hearted moment. It was a harsh truth you never wanted to face, but you had no choice as the season continued on.

The Bridgerton shook his head though, turning himself to you, his leg propped onto the wood, only one foot in the water. “That is not true, many do.” He assured you, but you shook your head in response.

You turned your body to him, feet still in the water, “Then why has no one called for me in weeks?” You asked, shoulders dropping in defeat. “Why has no one proposed?” You asked another unanswerable question as you looked back to the water.

Anthony felt an uncomfortable feeling bubble up in his stomach as you spoke. His blood grew cold, his heart beat faster than ever, his throat felt dry as if all the saliva in his mouth suddenly disappeared. He was suddenly aware of everything around him, all the sounds, the feeling of the wood on his calf, the water rushing around his foot, how hot the sun was.

You didn’t notice his sudden silence, you didn’t notice his expression, you were lost in your own mind. “I just feel as if I’ll never find someone.” You muttered, looking out to the empty body of water, “It’s as if I’m being avoided, and everyone knows to do so.” You continued, feeling pricks from the wood in your fingers. “I wish I knew why I was being avoided, because I swear,” You sighed, “I would change what they don’t like about me.”

Anthony stayed silent but his eyes were filled with a deep sadness, his lips parted slightly, his hands clenching. He could feel his nails embedding themselves into his palms, leaving crescent shaped marks, his palms now red.

You looked back over to him, wiping your eyes that began to water, “I didn’t mean to ramble on…” You trailed off as you caught sight of his expression. “What is it?” You asked, concerned as he had never looked at you so…upset before.

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts, “Nothing.”

“Anthony, what is it?”

The tone of your voice was heartbreaking to him, you were really worried about him after telling him your concerns. He slowly turned his head to you, almost reluctantly, and looked into your eyes that shine with sunlight. He could see the reflection of the clouds in your eyes, and it made him feel worse than he already did. When he looked into your eyes, he knew he could not lie to you. So he took a shaky breath and whispered out the words, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You answered immediately, confused by the sudden change in mood. You wished you had not spoken, perhaps if you kept quiet the two of you would be laughing and splashing each other.

There was silence.

“Anthony, for what?” You persisted, searching his expression for answers.

“I’m so sorry…” He continued to shake his head, gulping down his own breaths as if the world would run out of oxygen just for him. As if he was being tortured and couldn’t breath on his own. His grip on your hand was tighter than it had been, “I was just… I’m so sorry…”

His panic conveyed through his action, through his expression, through his words. You just couldn't understand why he was so anxious, why he was so scared.

Until you realized, he didn’t seem scared over whatever he did, he seemed scared for how you would respond. His eyes kept snapping to you before looking down, he continued to clasp onto your hand, he closed his eyes as if he was silently praying for a better outcome.

Your brows knitted together and your lips pursed, “Sorry?” You repeated his apology, trying to think of what he was so apologetic about.

Suddenly, all of the memories flashed through your mind, quick as ever. The balls, the sitting rooms, the lack of dresses you needed to buy… it was because Anthony had never left your side. You thought he was being supportive, letting you know who would be better than the other for your bright future, but no. He wasn’t helping weed out those who weren’t good for you, he was clearing the field completely, so there was nothing left. No weeds, nor even blossoming flowers that you would’ve loved to pick.

Until there was no one left.

You blinked rapidly as you thought about this, finally making eye contact, “You didn’t.” You breathed out quietly.

You were met with silence and Anthony's sorrowful gaze, already begging for forgiveness.

You tried to remove your hand from his grip, but he wouldn't let up. Once you finally pulled yourself away, you stood quickly, not caring for the water dripping to your clothing from your quick movements.

Your feet were wet, causing a dark spot to form onto the wooden dock. “Anthony, how could you?” You asked, exasperated, hands going to your face as you began to pace.

Anthony scrambled up himself, trying to grasp your hands, but you continuously pulled away, making him face your back. “I just wanted to protect you!”

His words caused you to seethe, protect you? How was he protecting you?

You turned to him, feet stomping once you were face to face with him, “You’re not protecting me!” You yelled, your volume caused him to fall back a bit, unused to your yells. “You’re labeling me as a…” You paused, taking a few small breaths, “bad contender.” You mumbled, clutching your chest, feeling your eyes begin to sting. You began to shake your head as you backed away, “At this rate I will not be married.”

“What is the fault in that?”

“What is-?” You laughed, honestly not believing that this situation was happening. Your hands were up to your head, clutching at your ears, pinching, praying that this wasn’t really happening.

Anthony Bridgerton, the man of the Bridgerton home, the man who almost forced Daphne to marry a man who wanted nothing good for her. Anthony Bridgerton who was to duel a man for his sisters honor. Anthony Bridgerton, the man who took the responsibilities of his father for his family, because he knew how important it was for women to be married in this world.

You stood straight, face contorted in anger, “You are well aware, as I am, that our society revolves around marriage.” You spoke slowly, “My family wishes for me to be married or I will be a disgrace.” You reminded him, tilting your head, mouth opened in another sense of disbelief. “How is it that you now fail to comprehend such a thing?”

Anthony nodded with your words, but it seemed as if he wasn’t hearing you at all, he was being so frustrating. “I merely believe that you should pursue your own desires.”

“You did not consult me on what I desire!” You yelled, drawing the attention of passersby. You looked down, frown on your face as Anthony waved them off with a smile. You looked back to him with a harsh, cold glare, “You acted according to your own desires, but for what purpose?”

He ran a hand through his hair before unbuttoning his vest and taking it off. Anthony felt like he was suffocating, and nothing was helping him breathe properly at the moment. “It’s because I hold deep regards for your well-being.”

You scoffed, “No one who truly cares about the other would do that.”

“I-”

You stopped him, holding up your finger, “No, you would never do this to Daphne.” You told him, causing him to fall silent. You could hear the harsh gulp he took as you continued. “You endeavored to secure a match for her, so why must you subject me to this treatment?…” You trailed off, turning away once again before turning right back to him, “You repelled every potential partner.”

Anthony didn’t make eye contact, he just mumbled out, “I have my reasons.”

“Please, list them.” You ordered, trying to meet his gaze, “For it appears that you do not wish the best for me.”

That sentence brought him out of his thoughts, that sentence made him realize how you didn’t realize the true intentions of his actions. “I care deeply for you!” He spoke a bit loudly, “It is inexplicable, I can not put into words my concern for your future.” He continued to speak, and you were quiet, waiting for any valid reason, because you wanted to forgive him, you did. “I truly believe that none among the ton is truly suitable for you.”

You blinked at him, “No one of the…” You just stared at him, “You…what?”

“Please understand.”

Oh, you understood just fine. You crossed your arms with a raised brow, “No one but you, I assume?”

His eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, “That is not what I mean.” He spoke, breaths quickening as his thoughts swirled through his mind.

“So you harbor no romantic sentiments towards me?”

“If that is what I implied, I apologize.”

You nodded, poking your cheek with your tongue, “Then why do all this?”

You were met with no response, so you continued, walking forward, poking his chest with your finger. “If you do not love me,” You began, “also being you do not wish to court me,” you clarified, tilting your head with a blank expression, “then your actions are malicious.”

Anthony shook his head, cupping your hand in his, “They are not, they are in good health.” He tried to convince you, but you wouldn’t budge.

You pulled your hand from his grasp, “Is the idea of courting me so revolting to you that you must scare off all contenders with your jealousy,” You backed away, hands up, “and leave me as a spinster for the entire court to laugh at?”

“It was not my intention.” Is that all he could say, it was not his intention?

“Then what was your intention?”

He sputtered and babbled out a response, but it was stutters of the beginning of sentences he would never finish. The only thing his pieces of words could convince you of, was that he had no idea why he would do such a thing.

“Was it your intention to prompt me to recognize deeper emotions for you?” You asked him, and he continued to knock his brain for some sort of response that he couldn’t give you. “Well?”

The Bridgerton man put his head down, hands over his face before they went to the back of his neck, “I thought,” He spoke, dropping his hands to his sides, “if we spent more time together as if we were courting-”

“But we are not.” You interrupted with an obvious stare, “You are not courting me, you do not wish to court me Anthony.”

He nodded and clapped, eyes wide with promise as he strode towards you in a sudden burst of excitement. “But perhaps, if we acted as such, we could discover the wisdom in such an action.” He spoke, nodding along with his own words, “It is smart, surely, you see it through my perspective!”

You chuckled because, what else were you supposed to do at the sudden idiocy that escapes a man's mouth? “Anthony, this is not business.”

“I understand that,” He told you confidently, “but, consider the mutual benefits it could offer us.”

You chuckled once more, taking a step back with a shocked smile, “I don’t care if marrying you would take the trouble from my family for thousands of generations, Anthony.” You explained, waving your hands in a large ‘no’ motion. “I would never marry you!” You told him harshly, the words engraved in the air as a promise.

Anthony's eyes dimmed, his breath pausing as his shoulders began to droop, “Why not?”

“For the same reason you will not court me.” You answered, rolling your eyes a bit.

He didn’t understand so he stared at you expectantly, “Which is?”

You couldn’t believe he wasn’t aware of why he wasn’t courting you, why your marriage would never work. Since he couldn’t understand such a simple answer, you stepped forward, staring him into his eyes. His brown eyes looked at you, searching for answers.

You shook your head lightly, “ Anthony, I feel nothing when I look at you.”

Time has stopped completely for Anthony Bridgerton. You spoke the words so easily. He felt everything move so slowly, to the point he didn’t even realize that he stopped breathing. He didn’t stop staring at you until you waved your hand in his face to capture his attention.

“Is that why you think I won’t court you?” He whispered to you, face falling.

You scoffed, again, at how he wasn’t understanding the conversation. “Wake up, Mr. Bridgerton!” You yelled, the first time you’ve ever used the title. “You just tried to propose a business deal with me, knowing that I have a better chance with any man over you.” You explained, hands falling to your sides as you paced across the doc, the man standing still, facing the same direction he was before you moved. “Yet, you still sabotaged any chance for me this season, and I will end up alone due to your selfish actions!” You spoke angrily, nostrils flaring once you finally looked at him again.

His eyes were the only thing that followed you, “I..I don’t…. I wasn’t thinking of-”

“You’re right!” You told him, clapping at his realization. “You were not thinking, which is exactly why you ruined everything for me!” You yelled, voice feeling strained due to the emotions you were currently feeling. “You ruin everything because you do not think.”

Anthony wiped his coming tears, opening his mouth for another apology.

You stopped him immediately, “I am utterly sick of every apology that leaves your mouth, because you do not mean it.” You spoke, not letting him speak any further.

You walked to the steps that separated the dock from the walking paths, “Goodbye Mr. Bridgerton.” were your final words before you left Anthony near the water.

He couldn’t say anything else, his gaze was trapped on the wooden flooring of the dock. What had he done? Why does he feel his heart squeezing every time he takes a deep breath in? Why was everything spinning?

More importantly, why did he do something so stupid, and push you away?

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riki-shenanigans · 1 day

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what the enha members would do on their school computers 🤓 💻 📚

ALSO HELLO?? THEIR NEW RELEASE IS SO FREAKING GOOD. 😵 I literally needed this in my life. we fr starting the week off RIGHT

heeseung

- he’s def one of those people that bring a whole ass headset, mouse & mousepad to school

- he also knows all the commands to switching tabs and stuff like that

- he’s just a true gamer fr

- he plays the nyt sudoku with jay

- he also tries to help jake with the wordle but he mostly just types in gibberish hoping that it’s a word 😄

- him and ni-ki compete against each other in slope and try to get the highest score

- he’s really good at geometry dash and has passed all the levels

- he downloaded a sketchy vpn for the school laptop so he can play LoL and fortnite 😈

- one time an admin came up behind him and jump scared him while he was playing fortnite though

- he got his laptop taken away and he had to do all his assignments on paper for a week 😔

- but dw he downloaded the vpn again once he got a new computer

- in their shared minecraft server, heeseung always goes exploring with ni-ki

- they always fight any mob.. including hitting the villagers (they laugh so hard)

- he loves watching game hacks on youtube

- he’s prob really good at google snake

- he has played every mode and it’s just his go-to game

- him and ni-ki regularly try to beat each others wpm’s on monkey type (heeseung normally wins)

- he also loves playing basketball stars

jay

- for some reason he bought a laptop case for his school computer LOL

- he’s on his second computer though cuz he accidentally broke his first one tryna fold it into tablet mode..

- I think he would have all his bookmarks and files organized nicely

- he likes nyt games like jake but he mostly plays connections, the mini, and the sudoku

- he takes a really long time on the sudoku’s cuz he refuses to use autocomplete

- he LOCKS IN with sudoku and gets annoyed when heeseung gets it before him

- he won’t pay the subscription for the crossword though LOL

- jay is always mining & crafting in minecraft, as well as trading with the villagers

- he either watches cooking videos or game strategies on youtube

- he also loves minesweeper cuz he saw ni-ki playing it and decided to try it (he hasn’t looked back since)

- he would prob play poker unblocked against randos online

- occasionally he can convince everyone to play 8ball pool too!!

- google solitaire is one of his og games fr

- OH and he’d def have a chess.com account that he’s had since like 2016

- he’s super good and can beat most of the bots

jake

- him and ni-ki were prob fooling around one time and now his laptop screen is super cracked and on the top corner u can literally see the inside of the laptop

- his wallpaper is def layla

- he plays the most nyt games out of all the members

- he plays all the ones involving spelling like the wordle, the spelling bee, and the letter boxed

- he tries to convince the others to play but no one wants to (cuz he just has too big of an advantage lol) 😞

- he’s completed every fireboy and watergirl level with ni-ki (in every version too)

- btw he’s watergirl DUH 😛

- jake is def just playing with the animals in minecraft (he has a whole pack of wolves)

- but he also accompanies jay in mining and heeseung and ni-ki during their adventures

- he’s the only one that plays the pbs kids games but it’s ok cuz ANYTHING FOR THE WILD KRATT BROTHERS 🔥🙏💯

- he prob watches gaming streams on youtube and has the funniest reactions

- he would also watch those building a primitive house in the woods with sunghoon HAHA

- every year that there’s the fifa world cup, him and ni-ki are always updated and they watch the matches during class (learning can wait)

- him and ni-ki prob play baseball 9 during boring ass lectures

- no DOUBT he plays subway surfers LMAOO

sunghoon

- first thing he does when he opens his school computer is look at himself in the reflection of the black screen LOL

- he has to make sure his hair is looking good (it always is)

- just to fool the others, he switches the letter keys on his keyboard LMAO

- he’s def one of those students that doesn’t have anything bookmarked or organized and just types in the name of the website everytime he needs it

- the only nyt game he plays is tiles because it’s so rewarding for him when he finishes it perfectly

- he’ll get really mad if he messes up his streak though

- he starts playing run 3 cuz of jungwon

- (although it takes him awhile to complete the stages)

- sunghoon wears the default steve skin in minecraft and proud of it 😜

- he willingly collects resources for everyone

- like mining with jay and jake

- and chopping down trees for sunoo’s builds

- sometimes he gets bored and just moves around the items in the chests over and over again

- he is mesmerized by the youtube primitive house building videos and the channel.. when he found out they were fake he was devastated LMAO

- he’ll always watch kdramas with sunoo on pirating websites too ☺️

- google pacman is prob his fave game

- sometimes he plays temple run and jake always tries to tell him that subway surfers is better

sunoo

- I bet he decorates his laptop with cute stickers hehe

- he loves taking pictures with the other members on the laptop camera

- he will make short vlogs on the camera too!!

- I think he’d have a pretty google wallpaper with all those cool google extensions

- his favorite game is probably papa’s scooperia and is amazing at remembering which customers ordered which order

- sunoo is always building those aesthetic cottages in minecraft

- he def has those pretty texture packs

- he makes everyone stop what they’re doing while he gives a tour of his builds

- he loves watching mukbang vids on youtube

- him and ni-ki are the only ones that play roblox on the school computer LOL

- he’s literally the highest level in dress to impress‼️sunoo don’t come to play.

- sunoo is the one who finds all the pirating websites 💀

- everytime one gets taken down or blocked he just finds another one HELP

- school can’t get in the way of watching new kdrama eps that come out 🙄

- he probably goes online shopping and browsing a lot

- always adding to the cart but never actually buying anything (so real for that)

- OMG he would totally play the cupcake 2048 game too

jungwon

- he’s the only member who was able to keep one laptop throughout the whole year (the other members are prob on their second or third laptop)

- he prob has group tabs for every subject

- he has organized bookmarks like jay but he def overdoes it and has bookmark GROUPS with groups inside of those groups

- he always locks in for blooket and is millions ahead of the others at the end LOL

- he plays the nyt strands even though he doesn’t understand what the words means 😭

- he just connects random letters and can somehow figure it out..

- he’s really good at run 3 and has all the characters!!!

- he also got sunghoon onto it

- jungwon has those super realistic but also creepy minecraft packs

- everyone freaks out when they see his screen

- he also has the alex skin by accident but he lowkey fucks w it

- he doesn’t mind cheating sometimes with the admin commands 😉

- jungwon ALWAYS plays smoothed brown noise during class cuz he said it helps him focus..

- he got everyone else hooked on it though and everyone expects him to play it

- he prob watches youtube shorts on the school computer 😭😭

- he always has cookie clicker open

- he made a chess.com account to play with jay even though he always loses

- sometimes he wins without realizing the genius play he made and surprises both jay and himself

- he gets really anxious about getting caught using his phone at school so he plays the computer ver of the watermelon game 😇

- he prob plays motox3m a lot too

- he’s GOATED at flappy bird btw

ni-ki (riki)

- first of all, he MOST DEFINITELY has those obnoxious looking big-ass custom mouse cursors LMAO

- and his computer is literally never charged and he has to ask the other members to borrow their chargers

- I wouldn’t be surprised if he always had a countdown tab open that counted the amount of days until school is over 😭

- he always has the goofiest kahoot names that makes the class crack up when he wins 1st place

- he finished all the nyt vertex’s and memorized how to complete them

- he still replays them though!!

- he’s the only one that plays costcodle but he loves it ☺️

- he likes playing slope against heeseung and going ontop of the tunnels

- his favorite papa’s game is either papa’s sushiria or papa’s freezeria

- he replays the fireboy and watergirl levels with jake but he always forgets to press the button for him 😔

- his fave game is DEF duck life 😊😊

- he always plays it during his free time and during class time LMAO

- he is literally never in the normal world in minecraft

- his first instinct when joining is to create a nether portal and to go fight the mobs 😄

- he’s also a pro at beating the ender dragon

- jake convinced him to play wild kratts with him but he gets addicted to the odd squad games instead 😭

- he loves watching asmr slime vids on youtube (especially the cloud slimes!! he finds it so satisfying)

- he def trolls 5 year olds in adopt me 💀

- he also secretly plays royale high and roleplays in the old campus..🤫

- him and jake always get in trouble for yelling and shouting while watching the fifa world cup 😪

- he got jay hooked onto minesweeper

- he’s really good at it too 😮‍💨 the hard maps are light work for him

- even though he literally has a phone he likes connecting his airpods to his school computer and playing spotify from there

- he’s the one who found monkey type but he can never beat heeseung’s wpm 😖

- sometimes he purposefully turns off his wifi so he can play the google dinosaur game

- him and jake always play baseball 9 that it’s literally bookmarked on his computer

LOVE U THANKS FOR READING BABE 😚🙂‍↕️💓

ummm elephant in the room.. I haven’t posted since christmas LMAO 😄😆😂🤣🥲.. I wrote the lost school ID story for fun and didn’t expect it to get any traction,,,, BUT YALL ATE THAT SHIT UP AND UR COMMENTS AND REBLOGS WERE SO SWEET OMG.!!! i’m definitely not a writer so I only post when something comes to mind so that’s why i’ve come back to post this ☺️ I hope u guys enjoyed and had some good giggles el o ellll BYE

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