#hmm one thing i like about myself is my intelligence

[noxtivagus]

i wna write

[coichii]

22:43 - HYUNJIN

pairing - nerd!bf!hyunjin ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: angst, comfort & college AU

word count: 0.7k

warnings: negative self talk & swearing like once

A/N : this is very self indulgent bc 2 weeks in and math is already eating my ass ! also I’m sorry if this sounds rushed 🙏🏾 like I said math is beating me rn

“Ok, then after that you carry the x and combine the common factors.” He says, but to be honest, it all sounds like gibberish to you.

Math is the hardest subject to master in your eyes. All those formulas and variables go in one ear and out the other.

Hyunjin, being the incredibly smart and sweet boyfriend he is, kindly offered to help you. Of course you gladly accepted his help, but it would be a lie say you weren’t 5 seconds away from crying.

You groan, throwing your head down on your hands. You couldn’t understand a thing. The feeling of inferiority and stupidity were wracking your brain.

“Im so stupid, why can’t I understand this.” and more self deprecating thoughts were going through your mind. You hadn’t even realized that you had started crying, or that hyunjin was trying to get your attention.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?!” You hear his voice cut through your thoughts. He looks at you, obviously panicked from your sudden outburst. “I- I don’t know, i’m just s-so-“ You can't finish before a fresh set of tears and choked sobs are coming from your body.

Immediately he’s moving to hold you in his arms, stroking your lower back as you continue to cry. Quiet praises and hushes come out of his mouth, small kisses being placed to either side of your face.

It takes you a while to get yourself together again, choked sobs turning into small hiccups. You look up at hyunjin, a small, warm smile plastered on his lips.

“Can you tell me what happened, my love?” His voice sounds gentle, slighting healing the current tears in your heart. “I don’t k-know i think I got a little frustrated” You lie. You didn’t want to tell everything about how you were feeling to him.

It’s not that you didn’t trust him, you just didn’t want to be so vulnerable. However, he obviously caught this.

“You’re more than a little frustrated. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you baby, that’s all I want to do for you.” The way he says it and looks, has all your walls opening immediately.

“I’ve just been so stressed. I can’t keep up hyune i can’t. I can’t stop myself from comparing me to my classmates. They’re so much better than i am. They don’t cry under the littlest bit of pressure, and they certainly aren’t crying over fucking calculous. I just.. don’t know what to do anymore.” You trail off at the end, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment, even more so from his lack of response. You’re about to apologize for ranting before his voice cuts yours off.

“Oh Y/n, i wish you could see your self through my eyes.” He starts, eyes warm. “You really don’t know how absolutely intelligent you are. You got into this amazing school, your writing is so beautiful it brings me to tears, the way you explain your work is so incredible, and so much more. You are the smartest person I know baby, don’t compare yourself to anyone else you hear me. Not understanding something doesn’t and will never ever make you dumb.”

All you can do is hug and kiss him. The thoughts of inferiority don’t disappear, but they are definitely drowned out by the love of your life’s words.

You pull away, flashing him a bright smile, which he gladly reciprocates. “Now, why don’t you say we take a break and watch some spirited away, hmm?”

“But love, we still have all this left to finish.” You frown. You don’t want to pull him away from his own work just for you. “It’s okay, I honestly think I could use the break too.”

You sigh as you agree, his puppy eyes he starting staring at you becoming to much to handle.

As you get up, packing away your belongings, you can’t help but to think just how lucky you got to have a boyfriend as smart, loving, and caring as him.

back to masterlist…

[sky-kiss]

YAS! Free time is best time! Hmm for prompts, I love the idea of low intelligence Tav and Raphael? Like Tav convinced Raphael is a Fae? Man offered her food, won’t call her by her name, rhymes, and wants to make deals. He’s totally a fae, and he gets so pissy she won’t be convinced otherwise.

Or for spicy prompt. I know it’s not everyone’s thing, but innocent Tav being deflowered by Raphael as part of a deal? Or cockwarming, that’s my favorite as well.

A/N: Had to fight, had to actively restrain myself for going for one of these prompts. Will do the scenario though. And I weep. But when Idiot!Tav calls, I answer.

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R/T: Local Devil Tries to Flirt; Local Idiot Too Far Gone for Banter

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There are mortal eccentricities he finds charming. Ambition, for one! Their pluck! The gods create meager little creatures, soft, small, and weak, yet they forge ahead! Unconcerned by their relative lack of status in the universe! He'd go so far as to say he admires the trait. And there is something endearing in their youthful naivete, comparative ignorance of the outer planes. Raphael is not so proud as to admit he has not actively exploited this lack of knowledge in the past. It's always served his best interests! 

But it can be, and currently is, a double-edged sword. The cambion strokes his chin, lips pressed to a thin line, as he surveys his champion. His little mouse regards him with narrowed eyes and a vacant stare. "Come, my dear! Eat and make merry for tomorrow," he prolongs the sentence, letting it hang between them with a practiced theatricality. "You may die." 

"Is that a threat?" 

Raphael chuckles, shifting his weight to the back foot, his right hand pressed to his sternum. "From me? Have I been ought but a friend? A champion, an advocate, in this your hour of need?" 

She huffs, "I can't see that you've done a thing for us. You dangle a deal and won't let me take it!"

"The thrill of anticipation, sweetling. Best in all things." He winks. 

She does not reciprocate. Her brows pulled together; she frowned, arms crossing her chest- not the body language Raphael wanted. In truth, he's been finding the whole arrangement a touch challenging. There's no back-and-forth or witty banter- not like he planned it. Tav shakes her head. "And that's another thing. I'm not your sweetling. Or your dear. I'm Tav. Can you manage Tav?" 

"We're certainly feeling combative, aren't we?" The devil narrows his eyes. 

"You can do it, can't you?" 

And he's momentarily struck by the notion that she isn't challenging him; she's genuinely curious if he can do it. Raphael hums, "Nuanced as it is, I am perfectly capable of naming you, Tav. Is that satisfactory?" 

She shakes her head. "I don't trust you." 

"Clever girl. Only you don't have to trust me. There is something deliciously illicit in such partnerships—a hint of intrigue. A flash of- "He leans nearer, flourishing with his right hand. Sparks dance from the tips of his fingers. "Danger." 

"No good ever came from the fae-folk." 

"My dear, I assure you, I…" Raphael cuts off, brain catching up to his tongue. "Beg pardon? Fae?"

"Fae," she repeats. Tav eyes him with renewed caution, hand slipping to the hilt of her (comically ineffectual) cold-iron knife. "I'm many things, Raphael, but I'm no fool."

"Truly." He licks his lips. It's rare for him to be purely baffled, but here it is. Nothing about her suggests she's joking. A quick peak in the little idiot's head suggests she believes her statement with absolute certainty. He crosses his arms over his chest, indicating himself with a hand sweep. "My dear, what do you make of all this?" The horns, red skin, the tail…clearly infernal. 

She shakes her head. "A devil would deal more honestly. I'd be more inclined to trust them. This is…a glamor. Convincing, but false."

He blanches. "What." 

"You bring me here. You make me pretty promises and ply me with wine and sweet words. You speak in riddles and songs!" He wants to argue that those are all devilish traits, but gods, why bother? Raphael pinches the bridge of his nose. "Devils may be evil, Raphael, but at least they're honest."

"To their detriment, apparently." He sighs. "Pet…" 

"Tav." 

"Tav," he corrects, feeling his temperature rise in response to his temper. "I have offered a contract, its terms clearly stated."

"No. You've offered me a deal. No contract, no terms. And the matter with the Orthon! A purely verbal arrangement. No devil worth their salt would go along with that." 

"How dare you! Impertinent, thoughtless…" Raphael catches himself. He makes a mental ten count and assures himself the deal will be done shortly. It all comes back to the crown. He needs them. He…gods, he has to play along. It tastes like bile on his tongue. "Fae, yes. You've found me out, pet. A…creature of chaos. Such am I." 

Tav nods. "Thank you for your honesty." 

He honestly considers strangling the little idiot. 

[dreamingcloudie]

Imagine what the first kiss between you and Dottore would be like, especially if it was back in your akademiya days. I'm just imagining Akademiya!Dottore being shy about it, it's his and your first kiss, and you have to initiate it while he's mentally freaking out for once in his life (all flustered in front of you).

You'd tease him about it every chance you could get, bonus if it's when you're having an intimate moment that involves you guys kissing!!!

Omg this one is so cute!! I could imagine Akademiya!Dottore being all blushy blushy. I see him as someone who's not familiar feelings. He's most likely someone who thinks logically but then you came along. And his feelings for you is something that couldn't be explained with logic and he gets so frustrated and confused. I couldn't help myself but to write a little something <3

Can't work on fics rn I have exams to study for. So to make up for that, I hope these little drabbles inspired by y'all's brain rot will do for now :')

You went to where the letter told you to meet up and it led you to a cliff. You pushed some giant leaves out of your sight and the view in front of you had you in awe.

You could see the Akademiya standing tall and proud in the distance. City lights were lit up, illuminating the streets of Sumeru city. And the sky... there were countless of stars up there, staring back down at you.

As you walked closer to the cliff, that's when you saw your best friend—Zandik, pacing back and forth.

What's this? You thought.

This was an unusal behavior from him. You thought he'd be back in his dorms; pulling an all nighter to study. And not here at the cliff.

You picked up your pace and called out to him, "Zandik!"

He perked up at the sound of your voice and he smiled a bit at you, "Ah, good, I was worried you didn't see my letter."

"Well, it was placed right on my desk with big red letters written on the envelope. It would be near impossible to miss it," you said as you held the envelope up. The words "To (Y/n) from Zandik (must read!)" were scrawled onto it, judging by the messy hand writting. If it were for the countless time of you copying his notes, you would've never learnt how to make out what he's written down.

"Soo, what is this "problem" that you needed help solving?"

It was surprising to you that he needed help with something. With how intelligent he was, you thought he would never ask for help at all.

"Oh, right." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper along with a pen, handing it to you.

"Take a look at this. I, uh, couldn't seem to figure out how to solve this..."

You took the paper and the pen and looked at it.

"Solve i,

"9x- 7i < 3 (3x -7u)"

...Huh?

Of all the things you could've think of, you didn't expect it'd be this.

You looked at him with a raised brow. This was just some simple algebra. Something that he definitely didn't need help with. But oh well, you wouldn't turn down the oppertunity to help him.

"Okay, let's see..."

You went to the nearest tree trunk that you could find and used it as a support to write on the paper, began to solve the equation. After a while, you were done and smiled in triumph as you looked at the answer.

"This is way to easy! No need to thank me—" As you were about to give him back the paper, you blinked and looked at the answer again.

"i <3 u"

I... heart you?

You looked at Zandik and he was looking at anything but your eyes. His hands were fidgeting with his clothing. Realizing what was happening, you smirked and leaned closer to him.

"Hmm... why do you look so nervous, Zandik?" You asked in a soft voice, with a hint of playfulness in your words.

"I-I'm not nervous! Ha, you're c-clearly delusional if you think I, uh, look nervous," he spoke.

You leaned back and placed a hand under your chin, "Really? Then why are you shaking?”

“It’s cold out.”

“Uh huh.” You were trying your best to hold your laugh in. He looked so adorable right now… The way his cheeks went from pale to a rosey red. It didn’t help they looked so squishy either. This might be a risky move, but you decided to go for it and test the waters.

Your face got closer to his, as you did that he let out a gasp. His cheeks got even redder if that was even possible, at the close proximity shared between the two of you. Your noses were inches apart and your gaze was solely focusing on him. Once you saw he didn’t pull back and stayed still, you began to lean in even more. He subconsciously copied your movements as well. Just as your lips were about to touch, you pulled away and smirked at how red he looked.

“I believe… you have something you wanted to say to me first?”

His face scrunched up in embarrassment. He looked away and mumbled, “I… you…”

Even if you couldn’t hear him, you still knew what he said. But being the tease that you were, you wanted him to say it again in a clearer voice.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you… Would you look at me and say it again?” You asked, with a coy smile on your face.

He grumbled and took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze with yours.

“I… I love you.”

You smiled and placed both of your hands on his cheek. They were a lot more softer than you have imagined them to be.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

Feeling satisfied, you closed the gap between the two of you. Giving him his long-awaited kiss.

“I love you too, you silly goose.”

[dark-frosted-heart]

The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 2)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 2: How to get Clavis to listen to your request

Emma: Okay, Clavis. Come here.

I sat down in the middle of my bed and patted my lap.

It was a tried and true way to improve Clavis’ mood.

(I have to show him my sincerity if I want to ask a favor)

Clavis: Hmm…

However, Clavis didn’t immediately take the bait.

(Ah, darn it)

I quickly pull up my skirt to expose my bare legs.

It wasn’t just lying on my thighs, I had to pull out all the stops to maximize Clavis’ mood.

Clavis: Haha, as expected of my fiancee. You know what you’re doing, don’t you?

(I get embarrassed each time…)

Clavis rushed onto the bed and laid his head on my lap.

These days, Clavis, who believed in lap pillow supremacy and had a strong attachment to bare legs, had been turning his head to the side rather than looking up.

He said it allowed him to feel the warmth of bare legs that way so maybe it’s his favorite position.

Clavis: Haaaa…How are your legs so comfortable?

It’s terrible for my heart because every time he speaks, I feel his breath on my skin.

Emma: Pervert…

Clavis: Too late for that now, isn’t it? This elasticity’s irresistible. 

Emma: Please don’t do anything weird?!

Clavis: Weird?

Emma: T-the way you’re stroking and nuzzling my legs right now…

Clavis: It’s skinship

Emma: Your skinship’s akin to perverted deeds.

Clavis: You don’t like it?

Emma: I wouldn’t say that…

Clavis: Haha, then what’s the problem?

(Need to coax him…Not a problem!)

To put Clavis in a better mood, I stroked his hair

As I moved my hand to fix his stray hairs, his golden eyes closed at the comforting sensation.

(I never thought there’d be a day where I thought Clavis was cute…)

(But if I tell him how cute he looks, it’ll spoil the lap pillow…)

Emma: Clavis, you’re pretty cool.

Clavis: Hm, what’s wrong? Why are you stating the obvious?

Emma: I’m always thinking that.

Clavis: What exactly is cool about me?

Emma: Your face and everything about you inside and out.

Clavis: Tell me more.

Emma: Well… Yesterday, you had business negotiations with all of those companies, didn’t you? It was so cool seeing your intelligent and strategic negotiation skills that I forgot about your perverted gentleman side. 

(Of course, there are a lot of other cool things about you as well)

Clavis: I see, I see. …Perverted gentleman?

(Crap, that slipped out)

Emma: It’s a compliment? For you, perversion is synonymous with love. 

Clavis: Oh, I had no idea my fiancee had such a deep understanding. Alright, from tomorrow on, I’ll be calling myself a perverted gentleman.

Emma: Please don’t.

(I was wondering how things would go, but it’s going well…)

Emma: By the way, Clavis, are you free tomorrow?

Clavis: Ah, sure.

Emma: Sure?

Clavis: I think you want to ask me a favor?

(...!)

Facing up, Clavis smiled in amusement.

Clavis: You’re too obvious.

Emma: Was I that obvious?

Clavis: Yep. You’re usually so shy, but when you want to ask me for a favor, you suddenly become bold.

(He’s not wrong…)

Clavis: So?

Emma: A new cafe opened up in the city… It looks like something I’d like so I want to go. But, the problem is…

Clavis: Is it a place aimed toward women?

Emma: How did you know?

Clavis: Of course I do. I’m the one that invested in that shop.

Emma: Ah, I see… …Wait, what?!

Clavis: Haha, I know the owner. When I heard their plan for the shop, I thought it sounded like a place you’d like so I invested a lot of money into it. Looks like I wasn’t wrong.

(This is what Clavis is…)

I couldn’t help but smile.

Emma: Thank you, Clavis.

Clavis: I’m a great guy, you know?

Emma: That you are. Can’t ever find a man that will surpass you.

Clavis: Naturally. And Emma, I believe you’ve misunderstood… How could I ever refuse a request from you?

Emma: I know that… Hence the lap pillow.

(I know he’ll grant my request…that’s why I have to thank him)

Clavis: Ahh, I see… Then, in addition to the lap pillow, how about you throw in a kiss?

Emma: Sure, why not?

Before he could notice the heat on my cheeks, I dropped a kiss on Clavis’ lips as he closed his eyes.

Then, naturally, he placed a hand on the back of my head and we started kissing for longer than I planned.

(Next time, I’ll add a kiss before you ask)

(I’m sure Clavis will do grant more of my requests in the future)

[illicien]

What drew you to winterbaron as a ship? What kind of content do you read? Is it different from the kind of content you write? Would you like to rec a few winterbaron works? My friend is into the ship and I'm trying to see if it's something I might like but all the fics they've recked me are kind of the same in tone so I'm looking for others opinions for some variety.

Hmm! I've sort of answered some of this in the past so sorry to my moots getting this rehash.

A friend of mine dragged me into WinterBaron (kicking and screaming!!!) rather simply, actually, though what kept me here was the more grand implications of her simple origins. I'm kind of a sucker for a true power bottom, and fanart my friend kept sending me implied the fandom saw Zemo as such, and I was at least a little bit intrigued there. Enough to take a deeper look, at least.

The better discovery wasn't that the fandom had decided he was a power bottom, but that there was a strong push and pull of power in their dynamic. Bucky has all the physical power between them, it's a big thing, he's strong as hell. On the other hand, Zemo is just a guy, and yet despite that Bucky should logically have all the power between them, Zemo's intelligence and knowledge tend to leave him with an edge. That continues to be the fascinating concept about Zemo to me, but that's a different matter.

So for me, it's the manipulation, the push and pull of power, it's Bucky trying to break free of being the Winter Soldier and Zemo trying to decide if Bucky's just like every other super soldier. But it's also about understanding that Zemo knows Bucky in ways most people alive don't. He knows and understands Bucky's history as the Winter Soldier both through his research, and as a man who did horrific things on behalf of his country. And that thought can sometimes lead to softer moments of understanding, I think, that can be enjoyable in fic.

As for content I read vs write: I generally gravitate towards dark fic with these two, though there's plenty of really good stuff that isn't. There are some excellent explorations of kink in the fandom for them which is refreshing. I don't really write them as dark as I read them, since I enjoy writing the power dynamics more than the overt manipulation, but if you're looking for more tonal variety I'm sure I can make some recommendations! (Under the cut!)

** Please make sure you read all of the tags thoroughly. What I enjoy in fiction may not be to your taste, and I respect that, but the best I can do is to link to the site with the tags. 💜

Recs (under 20k words)

Just A Little More by @six-demon-bag epitomizes a lot of what I've said above, and if I didn't start out with it on the list here I'd be doing myself a disservice for how often I reread this.

Bucky goes into a painful rut and Zemo seizes the opportunity to sink newer, more subtle hooks into him.

Breathless by @zsparz is one I like to return to whenever I'm looking to feel sad but don't have a lot of time to read. I can't explain why this one hits me so hard but holy smokes does it make me weepy. Sparz is great at making me cry, though, so like - anyway.

The water kept rising. Bucky could hold his breath a long time underwater, and he remembered vividly how he’d acquired that knowledge. Sam might find him in time.

But Zemo would be long dead by then.

Past Indiscretions by @sagegarnish makes me laugh, genuinely. The whole idea of it brings me a lot of joy, and the execution is delightful.

Bucky and Zemo are trapped in 1941.

Unfortunately Bucky's past self is the only one who might know where the missing Pym Particles are that they need to get home.

When young!Bucky pulls Zemo into an alley, Bucky is forced to watch as a drunken forgotten night from his past becomes a lot clearer.

Recs (20k+ words)

That Which You Fear by @spintwinwb is a trilogy that starts off feeling like an AU and turns into something really fascinating imo. Lots of extra goodies here for comics fans, too.

Instead of freeing the people of Westview, Wanda pushed out across multiverses to get her brother back, and the entire world was caught in the crossfire. Cast in a new, peaceful life in upstate New York in a world with mutants, no Avengers, and no HYDRA, Bucky Barnes struggles to reconcile memories and dreams that no longer make sense with what he thinks he knows about himself.

One Two Many by @six-demon-bag is sweet and fun and complicated, and I really did try not to double-up on authors here but agh. What am I supposed to do??

Bucky and Zemo meet on an anonymous dating app and find a deep connection in each other. In the meantime, they grow closer in person without realizing they’re falling in love online too.

Too Good To Be True by AnadoraBlack is really one of those fics where the tropes are used so well, imo. A very enjoyable read.

Bucky wakes up with no recollection of where he is, how he found himself there, and what the heck is going on. There's also a ring on his finger, and time lost. What the living FUCK?!

The Original Sin by @zsparz because I might as well completely fail at the "only one per author" in spectacular fashion. This sits here because it sits on a very peculiar line between canon and AU and just... like I said. Sparz makes me cry. This isn't a departure from that fact.

Bucky and Zemo keep meeting over the course of several lifetimes. Zemo remembers everything. Bucky doesn’t, but there’s an eerie impression of familiarity he can’t shake — an old pain he can’t explain, with roots too deep for him to reach.

AU Recs

Removing Bucky and Zemo from the context of their complicated history in the MCU can highlight different aspects of their characters that are really interesting to explore, as someone who finds their unique characters quite interesting as well, though I also know it isn't for everyone. Neither of these recs are short so if you don't mind an AU, set some time aside for these ones.

It Started Out With a Curse by Thorny is a fun AU I never really expected to find in this fandom. I personally have a history of writing in fantasy settings so this one has a special place in my heart.

What happens when the King and Queen of a human kingdom slight a powerful fae Lord known only as "The Baron"?

Enter a world of FairyTale/Fantasy Shenanigans as Prince James navigates his deadly curse and his confusing feelings for one (seemingly) cold and untouchable fae Lord. Meanwhile, something sinister is afoot trying to gouge a rift between the feywilds and the human kingdoms...

A Gentleman and a Scholar by EternalBeta is a no powers exploration of their dynamic that's... Beautiful. It also tackles a lot of things about kink that it feels like most fic and stories generally seem to ignore. There's also an amazing sequel series.

(this series doesn't have an easy summary available so I uh... I'll give it a go here: college student Bucky has a thing for his professor, and a whole series of bad decisions behind him. The trouble is, Bucky is impatient, and Professor Zemo doesn't fuck students. So Bucky better hurry up and graduate.)

Many of the writers above have at least a few WinterBaron fics, and I do highly recommend checking out their collections. Sparz and Six-Demon in particular have some really widely varied concepts and stories they tackle, and if you're curious at all I'd also recommend checking out Sholio who has some excellent Sam/Bucky/Zemo fics! I didn't toss recs here because they weren't the heart of the ask, but I gobbled those up easily for some very sweet treaties.

[poisonedjoinery]

IF YOU ARE STILL TAKING REQUESTS FOR FANFICS!!!!

Hi, I'm just excited because I read a lot of Hank Voight's imagines in the last hour so... Yeah. Anyways, here's my idea: Voight dating a latina, she's a kindergarten teacher and helped in a former case as a witness. They are in a secret relationship since he doesn't want her to be in danger but the team finds out and it's cute because they are total opposites (like... She's cute as fuck and all kind and sweet and fluffy and so fucking small). It's like... I don't know, I want to see that.

Requested by @magmagicstyle

Thank you for my first request, I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it.

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Keep you Safe

Voight x Female Reader (Latina)

Warnings: Fluff, some bad language, just full of cute stuff. (If you feel there should be other warnings please do let me know)

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Waking up, you felt a heavy weight over your stomach. Looking down, you saw Voights arm resting over you. Smiling you shifted back, moving further into his hold.

"Mmm... you tryin'a start something (Y/N)?" face flushing, you tried to move away, stammering out a reply;

"No, I was just..." Hanks arm tightened around you pulling you closer as he buried his face into the dip of your shoulder.

"I didn't say you could move Miss Pérez." You felt your blush deepen as Voight repositioned you both so that his leg was between yours, and the arm that had been around your stomach reached up to gently curve around your throat. Smiling to yourself, you relaxed into him again, the warmth of the sun through the curtains and the steady breathing from Voight lulling you back into sleep.

What felt like moments later, a piercing ringing startled you awake, then clipped, gruff words from Hank.

"I'll be there shortly." Throwing his phone back on the side he laid back down next to you, kissing your shoulder. Stifling a moan, you tried to think past wanting to sink into Hank even more.

"Do... do you have a case?"

"Mmm."

"I'll go make some coffee yeah?" You made to get up, but Hank tightened his grip around your waist.

"You know, I am the Sergeant (Y/N). Which means..." He turned you over, slowly leaning over you and reaching down to pull your shirt up exposing your soft tanned skin.

"Whi... which means?" You stammered out. Hank hummed, kissing your stomach, reaching a hand up to tangle his fingers in your long dark hair.

"Means... I got more important things to be dealing with right now."

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"You have a late one Boss?" Adam smirked.

"Scuse me...?" Voight's tone held annoyance and anger.

"I was.. just messing Boss." Adam stammered out.

"Oh you was hmm? Well Adam... not that I need to explain myself but I thought I had competent detectives on this team and that I wouldn't need to hurry my ass down to a crime scene. But clearly... I was wrong hmm?" Adam seemed to shrink where he stood, embarrassment evident on his face.

"Anyone else want to question where I was hmm?" Everyone else shook their head with murmurs of "No Boss" .

"Good... now get back to work."

Voights day continued like usual, leads were run down and suspects were brought in for questioning, but all the while he couldn't help but think about this morning. How he had stretched you out, and kissed every inch of your beautiful skin. He loved how you looked, even though you always blushed when he looked at you. He'd met you on a case a few months back, you'd been an eye witness to a shooting and your description had helped the Intelligence team catch him. He couldn't place why, but he had decided to come by your work just to check on you. You'd been super shaken up when the shooting had happened, and he didn't like the thought of you being scared to leave the house. What he'd found however, was you out in the playground of the school you worked in, teaching the children about the different varieties of birds. They were all excited to be outside, and he couldn't help but smile as you had let them wander off with their binoculars looking for birds to see. He found that, whenever you smiled he felt the need to smile also. Your joy was infectious, even the grumpiest looking kid in your class had ended up smiling and laughing. When he'd asked you how you was doing, he'd been surprised by your answer;

"As scared as I am... I won't allow that man to take me away from these kids. They mean everything to me, and I love teaching them. So he'll have to do better than that."

He'd felt a sense of pride in that moment, saw a fierceness in you that his wife had held in her. He wasn't sure when he had come up with the idea, but he had ended up asking you out for dinner that night and the rest was history.

"Boss, we've caught another lead." Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Voight glanced up from his desk to find Upton standing in his doorway. Nodding, he made a noise in his throat.

"You heading out?" She shook her head,

"No, Jay just went out to pick her up."

"Okay, keep me posted." Nodding, she walked back to her desk leaving Voight to drift back into his thoughts.

He'd enjoyed waking up with you that morning, he seemed to find that he felt less... less when he had you by his side. He liked how you held your love for life out for everyone to see. Any drawing or gift you had been given by your children was hung proudly in your home. He'd watched that moring, as you had gotten rid of the last bunch of flowers that had been gifted to you. You'd always seem a little sad whenever you did this, even though you knew that they didn't last that long. Maybe he'd pick you up some new flowers on the way to you later. He was just thinking about what to get for you, when Upton knocked again.

"She's in the interrogation room Boss."

"Let's get in there."

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Pulling the file, Voight read through it as he slowly walked to the interrogation room. Frowning he turned back to Upton,

"Who's in there with the lead?"

"Antonio is."

"Hmm..." Looking back at the file he frowned again,

"There's not mention of the lead... who is it?" Opening the door to the viewing room, Upton walked in.

"A woman called (Y/N) Pérez, she's a kindergarten teacher. She was a witness to a shooting a while back and we think that she may recognise the guy from this shooting, or maybe... she knows him on a more... biblical level." Voight stepped in quickly behind Upton, looking through the two way mirror and felt his stomach churn, and his rage build. Antonio was sitting across from you. His tone was sharp, nothing to show how kind he really was.

"Where were you this morning?" You're face looked pale, as you sat and twisted the hem of your shirt in your fingers. He could see the slight mark he had left on your collarbone this morning, could still feel your soft touch on his cheek.

"I um... I was at home... and uh..."

"Can anyone confirm that?"

"Um... sorry why am I here?" Antonio, kept his face passive, watching you intently.

"You're here because a few months back, you was a witness to a shooting, and now we find out that you know Christopher Hent. Went to school with him."

"Well.. yeah I was in the same Junior High class as him, but that doesn't mean I know..."

"Well maybe, you stayed friends with him. Maybe, a few months back he needed his rival drug dealer off the streets and you gave a false eye witness causing him to be put in jail."

"What.. no I..."

" I THINK..." Voight didn't stick around to hear the rest of Antonio's accusations. Storming out of the viewing room, he threw open the door to the interrogation room glaring at Antonio.

"Alright that's enough 'Tonio." He couldn't look at you, knew he would see the fear in your eyes, and he knew from how angry he looked he could add to that fear and that would break his heart. Antonio stood up looking confused.

"Boss, I was just..."

"I said... ENOUGH." Rage burned through Voights body, hating how Antonio had spoken to you. Antonio folded his arms, and didn't move.

"What's going on Hank? Why you protecting this woman?" Hank looked over at you, felt his heart miss a beat. You was looking up at him, a pained expression on your face. You'd both agreed to keep your relationship quiet. You knew a lot of people hated Voight, blamed him for their or a loved ones imprisonment, or someone's death. So you had kept it to yourself. It had been thrilling to have something so wonderful, and not have anyone interfering.

"HANK!" Antonio barked out at him, a quiet rage simmering just below the surface. Hank couldn't take his eyes off of you, but when he spoke it was soft, affection coating every word.

"Because... she was with me this morning. I was late... because I was with (Y/N)." Moving to stand in front of you, he held his hand out to you pulling you to your feet.

Antonio dropped his arms, and Upton stood rooted to the spot in the doorway.

"Hank... I... you shouldn't have... I would have been okay." your voice was soft, you didn't know what to say. Raising his hand, he gently touched your cheek.

"I know, but you're mine, and I will do anything to keep you safe, hmm?" Leaning into his touch, you raised a hand pressing it to his chest. Voight leant down and softly kissed you, smiling down at you as he pulled away.

There was a commotion behind you in the doorway, and Voight turned his head slightly.

"You've got to be kidding me." Adam's voice whispered through the room. Never taking his eyes off you, Hank spoke to Adam.

"Is there a problem Ruzek?" You heard him stammer slightly before answering,

"Well... no Boss but... well... how have you got a woman like that? I mean... she's so so...." Voight turned his head again staring intently at Adam, his voice holding a whip of venom.

"So... what?"

"She's so nice... and you're a... well you're an asshole." You let out a bubble of laughter, causing Voight to look back down at you raising an eyebrow.

"You think I'm an asshole huh?" Grinning you shook your head, dropping your voice so only he could hear you.

"Of course not Sergeant, although you do have a nice ass." Antonio let out a low whistle, a shit eating grin on his face as he turned away, laughing at the surprised look on Voights face. Hank ran his tongue over his bottom lip, making a non committal noise in this throat. Blushing deeply, you dipped your head again.

"Can I... can we go home now?" Voight smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing sweethear'." Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he slowly guided you out of the interrogation room, Adam moved out the way for you both, a stunned look on his face. As you passed him he opened his mouth to say something,

"Adam if I hear anything else out of your mouth you're fired." Voight spoke before Adam could even get out a murmur.

"Hank... you can't fire someone for having an opinion on something." Rolling his eyes, he gripped your shoulder tighter kissing the top of your head as he guided you through the office towards the stairs down to the exit.

"I can if he pisses me off enough." He mumbled against your hair. Chuckling, you lent into him, resting your hand on his chest.

"I never realised you was such a hard ass Mr Voight." Voight grinned, as Adam's voice rang out behind you.

"DIDN'T REALISE.... HARD ASS.... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW??" You just heard Antonio's voice as you started down the stairs.

"I think what's happening, is that Voight has a girlfriend Ruzek."

~ Fin ~

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[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

i made this silly little post and then just did the thing myself :)

“I would say that Steve is… relatively smart. For a human.”

“Hey!” comes an irritated yell from the other room.

Robin turns to face the doorway, turning away from the camera. “Zip it, human! I’m doing my interviews. I have important things to say. People are very interested.” She turns back toward the camera again, a smile plastered to her face. “Now, what was I saying? Oh right, Steve. He’s… passably intelligent. I mean, he’s no Einstein, that’s for sure. That guy could party.” She laughs.

“Okay, and how long has Steve, uh, been with you guys?” Dustin asks from behind the camera.

“Um, maybe a year, I think?”

“I’ve been Eddie’s familiar for ten years,” Steve grumbles as he comes into the room with a cup of tea, which he holds out for Robin to take. He turns to Dustin and the camera. “It’s really just a matter of time before he turns me.” He rocks back on his heels. “He said literally any day now.”

Robin smiles placidly, nodding at him until he leaves the room.

“Between you and me,” she stage whispers to Dustin, “Eddie is never turning him.”

“Could you explain what a familiar is?” Dustin asks.

“Well… usually a familiar takes care of you, you know, does the cleaning, shopping, finds you victims.”

“Victims?” Will, another one of the producers, asks. He looks a little anxiously toward Lucas, the camera guy, who does his best to ignore it.

“Yeah, like. Food. You know.” Robin takes a sip from her teacup, waving her free hand in some vague gesture. “Nancy and I are partial to virgins.”

“Uh, right. Better watch out, Dustin,” Lucas laughs a little nervously, nudging Dustin with his elbow.

Dustin scowls, but before he can respond, Robin says, “Don’t worry. Nancy’s forbidden us from eating any of you.” She smiles again, like that’s supposed to make them feel any better.

~*~

“Okay, Steve, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Dustin asks Steve, who’s fidgeting on the couch.

Steve pulls at his collar as he answers. “Uh, sure. I used to be a kindergarten teacher. I actually really loved it? But then I met Eddie at a bar. Thought he was, uh, pulling my leg, you know, about the whole…” Steve rubs his palms on his thighs. “Vampire thing? Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Yeah, being a vampire. Sure,” Dustin responds.

“Right. Thought he was joking. Thought it was a line, you know. So I… this is kind of embarrassing.” Steve scratches at his cheek. “Well, I went home with him, y’know. You’ve seen him.” He laughs a little nervously. “Anyway, I found out that he actually was not lying, much to my… absolute horror really.”

“And… what made you stay?” Will asks.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, eyes darting to the side of the camera, like he doesn’t really want to answer the question. “It’s an interesting prospect, isn’t it? Living forever? Being immortal?” He shrugs again.

“So,” Dustin starts, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “Are you guys, like… more than friends?” Lucas visibly cringes at the phrasing.

Steve laughs, bright and surprised. “Uh, no. No. Just, uh. I’m just his familiar.”

“But you’ve been here ten years?“ The way the question comes out of Will’s mouth makes it sound like he hadn’t really meant to ask it. Dustin cuts him a look, scowling again.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, looking down at his lap. “Yeah, I have.”

~*~

“Tell us about how you became a vampire,” Dustin says.

Eddie, who’s sitting on the couch in front of the camera, scratches at his neck, just under the collar of his shirt. “Hmm. I was turned in the 80s. Can’t really remember most of it. Was at some concert and some guy offered me some coke or something in the back of his van. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a field feeling like shit. Thought I’d had a bad trip.” Eddie laughs.

“And have you ever turned anyone?” Will asks.

“No,” Eddie tells them, frowning slightly. “Don’t think I’d even know how.”

“But—“ Will starts, but Lucas digs his elbow into his ribs, cutting off his question.

“What about Steve?” Dustin asks instead.

“What about him?”

“He said he’s been with you ten years. That you’ve promised to turn him any day now.”

Eddie smiles, boyish and sweet. “Well. I say a lot of things. And look at him. Who’d give that up?”

Will and Dustin look at each other. “What do you mean?” It’s Lucas who asks this time.

“A pretty little human who does anything I say based on the abstract promise that I might one day make him a vampire?” Eddie grins.

Next to Dustin, Will lets out a long exhale.

[bengiyo]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

I was tagged by @telomeke and shaded by @lurkingshan.

do you make your bed?

Not usually, but I don't have a partner right now. I find that I'm actually really good at cleanliness when I have people in my space regularly. I am better about taking care of things when I'm doing them for the ease of others.

what's your favourite number?

14, but I couldn't tell you why. I think it has something to do with a girl named Ciara who I sat behind in elementary school.

what is your job?

I fix things for a government agency.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Probably. I didn't really know what I wanted to do when I went to college, and was far too much a mess at the time to study what I really should have. If I could do it and maintain my expenses, I'd retrain for my preferred profession.

can you parallel park?

Yes. I am the gay who drives.

a job you had that would surprise people?

I was paid for over two years to be really good at D&D.

do you think aliens are real?

So... I gotta be honest... I hate this question. This feels as loaded as the "Do you believe in God?" question. We are not aware of the existence of life on other planets, let alone sentient life. There is nothing for me to believe in. Do I hope that there are other intelligent beings out there? Yes. I think it would be really cool to engage in communication with a species that also crawled their way out of the muck and made it to space. I think there's much we could learn from each other about life and the universe itself. But belief is such a loaded term for me as a lapsed Catholic. I do not believe in aliens, but I hope that we'll get to meet some in the future.

can you drive a manual car?

Nope! Never needed to learn.

what's your guilty pleasure?

Hmm... Nothing really anymore?

tattoos?

Nah, I've always worked in the public sector in a way that hasn't made it an advisable choice, and I've rarely cared enough about something to mark my body with it.

favorite color?

Purple most of the time, but my wardrobe would say I'm in my green era.

favorite type of music?

I'm a soft rock 90s kid who embraced a lot of 2000s and later alternative. I've been on a huge synthwave kick lately. However, because I grew up in the 90s and remember the era of radio, I have a deep affection for Soul and R&B, classic rock, and pop.

do you like puzzles?

Yes? But not in a way that makes me yearn for them.

any phobias?

Probably falling, but that seems like a normal one for survival purposes.

favorite childhood sport?

Baseball! I was a shortstop.

do you talk to yourself?

Not often. I don't actually have an internal monologue, so I don't need to talk to myself often to get through it.

what movies do you adore?

This is...so difficult. I'm just going to name a ton of films: Pooh's Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin, Pacific Rim, Ghost Dog, Master and Commander, The Man From Earth, The Sum of Us, Big Eden, Kill Bill 1 and 2, Knives Out, Muppet Treasure Island, Gattaca, C.R.A.Z.Y., Weekend, First Blood, Robocop, Starship Troopers, Drive My Car, Nine Days, Really Love, Set it Off, Make the Yuletide Gay, Shelter, Pig, Kiki's Delivery Service, The Digimon Movie, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Star Wars IV and V, Isa Pa With Feelings, The Way He Looks... and probably many more.

coffee or tea?

Coffee. Tea does so little for me.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

A train conductor or an astronaut! Trains are so cool, and space is the final frontier! We have to boldly go where no one has gone before!

I'll tag @shortpplfedup, @negrowhat, @chicademartinica, @so-much-yet-to-learn and @happypotato48

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: I have a big interview this afternoon and I’ve decided to distract and indulge myself with this little one shot.

Warnings: none.

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“Hey! No. Get back in bed, wha’ you doin’?” Matty called out as he walked into the room and saw that she was already awake and getting dressed.

“I’m not too sure about this dress anymore. What do you think?” She studied her reflection in the full-length mirror next for the closet, frowning. She’d picked out her perfect outfit the night before, but now that she was actually wearing it, it wasn’t so perfect anymore.

Matty rushed over to the nightstand and set down the two coffee mugs that he’d brought in, wincing slightly when one burned his hand. “No, no, no. You’re not supposed to be awake ye! Come here!”

When she made no effort to acknowledge his request, he walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Take that off…” he flicked the sleeve of her dress. “Your alarm hasn’t even gone off yet,” he checked the time on his phone. “We’ve got about….15 minutes!”

Misconstruing his intentions, she rolled her eyes. “Matty, I don’t have time for that this morning!”

“What? No! I’m not talking about sex. Fuckin’ hell, darlin,’ how horny do you think I am?” He smiled. “I was tryin’ to do the supportive boyfriend thing. See? I’ve made coffee!” He walked across the room to retrieve their beverages.

It suddenly occurred to her that she’d been too caught up in her nerves to notice that he’d woken up before the alarm to be with her. The realization hitting her, she immediately softened, smiling. “Aww, babe, you didn’t have to.”

“Now take off your clothes and come back into bed. Let’s start over. Let me wake you up with kisses and cuddles and coffee, like I was meant to.” Matty unrolled the duvet, jumping back into bed and patting the spot next to him for her to join.

She couldn’t possibly say no to him when he’s being this sweet.

“Right. Good mornin’ my love.” He kissed her softly when she’d settled back into bed next to him. “Made you coffee.” He handed her the mug, and she took a sip, grinning up at him.

Matty wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side and placing a kiss to the side of her head. “So proud of you.” He whispered against her hair.

She sighed contentedly, “thanks for my coffee, Matty.”

Her body felt lighter with his around. She listened to him breathe, sip on his drink, felt his heartbeat against her, smelled his coffee breath, and tried not to let her thoughts wander anxiously to how important today was going to be. For a while, it seemed to work, but as time ticked away, she started to feel restless. Matty felt her eventually tense up and watched her zone out, no doubt beginning to overthink.

“Hey,” he whispered, the thumb around her shoulder rubbing her side gently. “You’ve got nothin’ to worry about. You’re going to be amazing.”

“What if-“

“Nope.” He interrupted her thought.

“But what if!” He fought back. “What if I don’t. What if they ask me something that I hadn’t thought about, and I can’t think of an answer off the top of my head?”

“You’ve been doing this job for ages. Do you really think that you, chief overachiever and over-thinker, have left any scenario unexplored?” He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight that peaked through the curtains.

“Okay, so, what if I do answer their questions but they end up hating my answer? Hmm?”

“Pretty sure they’re doing to be dazzled by your intelligence and creativity.”

“What if they don’t, though?” Matty’s lips parted, like he was going to say something -knowing him, it was probably going to be some ironic joke- but then he saw the genuine worry on her face. The way her eyebrows contorted and she bit on her lower lip; the way her fingertips tapped against her mug. It broke his heart that she didn’t see herself the way he sees her.

“Listen,” he paused, choosing his words carefully. “If that does happen, if they are somehow so ridiculously dumb and they don’t see your energy, your passion, then…you don’t want to work with them anyway!” He set his drink down and turned to cup her face with his warm hands. “Look, sure, interviews are for them to determine whether or not they wanna hire you. But, they’re also for you to decide whether or not you’d even wanna work there. Do you see what I mean?”

Her features seemed to relax as she took in his words. She nodded hesitantly. He kissed her lips. “You’re brilliant and special. No amount of validation or rejection is ever going to change that.”

She blushed. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“Ha! I have my moments.” He laughed. “Just remember that the next time I fuck up.”

He’d finally made her laugh. A sign that she was going to be okay.

“Okay, but I don’t wanna wear that dress anymore.”

“That’s fine. We’ll find you something else.”

“Can I wear something of yours?”

Matty’s eyebrows shot up. “You wanna wear my clothes to a job interview?”

“Yeah, like, one of your button ups? A pant suit thing. Please?”

“Sure! Wanna try some on for me?”

[semiweirdshipper]

New Alpha/Beta/Omega Story Idea With DBD

Basic summary: In the Entity's Realm, everyone is from a different dimension, and so that means everyone follows slightly different cultures, beliefs and traditions. The reader is an omega, and in their dimension omegas' are treated as equals amongst alphas'. They're used to being pampered, respected, and understood by the alphas'. However, in the Entity's Realm, the alphas' are far, far different from the ones in the reader's own dimension. Instead of treating omegas' as equals, they fight to dominate them, control them, and use them. Even the omegas' are different; unkempt, submissive and out of control, easily bending to the alphas' will. Unused to and terrified of these alternative alphas' and omegas', the reader struggles to find safety, justification and respect. Will any of the alphas' they meet try to understand their traditions and standards? Or will they only suffer like the rest of the oblivious omegas'?

Notes: So in a lot of stories out there, everyone has their own unique way of writing alpha/beta/omega concepts. I myself have tapped into and read a lot of these concepts, and for this story I wanted to dive into tradition and culture and how it effects everyone differently. Using dbd's Entity Realm is a great way to take advantage of dimensional aspects.

What killers will be considered as potential love interests for the reader? Hmm, I'm not entirely sure (I'm never sure about that stuff. You guys know that, lol).

Obviously I'm gonna say Herman because my Herman is a sappy, lovey-dovey gentleman.

Caleb? Caleb has the potential to be both a considerate gentleman and a controlling jerk based on his time line, but I'm willing to make the exception for him.

One of the idiot-boy trio. Frank, Danny or Ji-woon. Gotta have at least one of them. Help me decide if you want.

Maybe Wesker? Like maybe he's turned on by the challenge the reader brings by being a more superior omega, and he secretly likes that.

Philip is cute, and I bet he would love a relationship where he didn't have to be so hard at work all the time.

We also have Pinhead. He's very intelligent and can sense the good in people. Obviously he'd be interested in the reader.

And then I'm gonna say Freddy because it's a twist and unexpected and I love the thought of him being the nicest to the reader out of all the other alphas'.

I've already got this story underway. I'm just posting this to try to help keep my own chin up. I really wanna get this story finished and posted so that way I can share the whole thing with you my precious dears'. Let's see how much of a disaster it turns out to be, aye?

[autisticempathydaemon]

I wasn't sure if this is where I answer for the redacted match up but I hope it is!^^

feel free to take your time and I hope you enjoy reading this stuff...^^

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?: you've seen the butcher by deftones because I really love deftones as a whole and I really love the intro and I don't know why but the song really reminds me of the Shaw pack.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?: Actually no because I have close to zero patience and I just never really liked them.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. : I didn't have any.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?: my watch later tab on YouTube. An hour of mincraft music followed by every redacted sleep aid.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?): I changed my name to toby because it fits the personality I like other people to see me as and the good parts of me. And a lot of people who inspire me are named toby in some form.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?: honestly it changes quite frequently but it usually rotates between the D.A.M.N. crew (Gavin and lasko mostly), Sam, and Porter.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.): Elliot and Aaron because Elliots just kind of boring to me and Aaron is just David without the fuzzy.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.: stranger things but only season 3

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?: ollie or Elliot

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.): sentimental stuff like how I met someone or how I've changed over the last few years

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.: Arizona tea (fruit punch one cuz I'm a fruit cake), Dr. Pepper, or mountain dew

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.: redacted wise: Gavin bc he was the first playlist I ever fully watched and I love my Bae

Music wise: my everything playlist called stuffs that I made 4 years ago.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?: the crave series by Tracy Wolff. It's very similar to a lot of redacted and its vampire shit.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!: I love deftones and Korn. Garfield4life. Lasko is Bae. I found Redacted through the guy confession audio the day it came out. I used to think Damien and lasko were gonna get together because I saw the Damien and Huxley confession cover and had a dream where it was lasko and convinced myself it was real untill I got to that point in the D.A.M.N crew playlist. :]

Hmm, this one was difficult for me. Though you gave me information, I found it hard to glean who you are with that information /nm With that in mind, I think Asher is perfect for you!

I get the vibe that you might not be the type to volunteer a lot when talking about yourself? Asher would be a good match for you in that he’d either be really skilled at easing that info out of you naturally, given his personable and emotionally intelligent nature, or not feeling the need to push or prod, learning about you at your own pace. I also like that you describe yourself as having little patience as that’s how I think of Asher too- at least, until it counts. It’s good for a pair to have similar temperaments, you know?

One of my favorite things about your life with Asher is how much he’d indulge your love of Garfield. Asher Talbot is that boyfriend who goes scours eBay for the things you like no matter what that may be, no matter the cost; he is hounding those auctions like- well, like a wolf. He’s the same way with concert tickets- you know he’s making sure you get the best seats for the next Deftones show, even if he has to save for months. It’s not even his type of music necessarily, as a canon FOB stan, but he listens to their discography for a whole month before the concert to get hyped with you. He’s just like that~

Song:

Maybe we could be/ Sweet eternity/ Are you the one?/ Are you the one?/ Dreaming, I'm sleep/ Are you the one?/ Pray my soul to keep/ Comfort seems unreal/ The opposite of how I feel/ Before I come undone/ Are you the one?

This song came up when I started a Spotify Radio for “You’ve Seen the Butcher”, and I think it suits y’all! One, I always make sure to pick a love song cause matchmaking and romance. Two, it’s got a bounciness to it! It’s fun to listen to; I can easily imagine Asher bopping around at midnight, hopped up on RedBull, while he fixes y’all a snack.

Runner-up:

Vincent is your main runner-up because I think he’d have such a fun time goofin on you about your guilty pleasure books. He’s a vampire; that’s just his right, you know? Milo is your other runner-up because I am imagining Aggro feuding with the little Garfield effigies around your house, and it’s a delightful, silly image.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[cottonundiestf]

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Hmm...let's see here, seems the analysis of what came about from my changes finally shined through, so let's...oh. Oh...oh, okay, I see what's gone on here...

Trapped in a meeting, trying to focus on what's going on around you...yet you can't realize what's happening with your very being? God, what a beautiful program this is...

Anyways, I think it's time for a few more changes. I do wish to keep things slow and steady, make it harder for the mind to catch onto any changes, but I also cannot risk being stagnant and losing access to such a wonderful program. Hmm...where to start, where to start...

Well...considering how one of your complaints was your fellow employees having a step on you, why don't we make that something more physically measurable? Why don't we fulfill part of that complaint, and make it so you perhaps are closer to even footing with them? Raising your height up to, say, 6'2" should help out with that...an extra half a foot in height should mean you move faster, no?

Hmm, but if you are going up in size all-around, then things need to be kept proportionate. After all, those D cups may look nice on you currently, but at that height, they may seem a bit...small. Growing them to be able to fill out an F cup should make things look better. While I'm at it, though, I really shouldn't leave the bottom half of the hourglass unattended. How about rounding that butt out by a few more inches, and really make people take notice of you?

After all, someone like you must be eager to get people to notice you, yes? To get people to want you, to get people to desire you, to get people's attention? You probably get off on people's attention, on how they look at you, how they sexualize you, fantasize about you. It all must be so hot to you, knowing that there are men and women alike who get themselves off to you.

Of course, that isn't too becoming of an intelligent, all-natural woman, is it? No, in fact, I'd argue that, with how you look, there's less of a need for book smarts than before. You'll still have your job, maybe, probably, but you definitely won't be as smart as before - maybe just one (1) less point in Intelligence again, but you're definitely not Clever, that is for sure.

Instead, that former trait of yours? That can be made into something more basic, something easier to understand. Why not just keep it simple and state it how it is: you are Horny. Always, always horny...never able to escape those depraved, arousing thoughts swirling in that blonde-covered head of yours.

Stay horny for me, Layla. I'll be waiting to see how these changes play out~!

I don't know why I'm tripping over myself walking around the office. I'm oblivious to my new height as adjustments to my height and build apply retroactively.

I notice co-workers looking at me. Something about that is making me unbelievably horny. Even the way guys steal looks at me is getting to me, and I don't even like guys that much!

Work becomes a bit more of a struggle, but I'm starting to focus more on my clothes; maybe if I start showing more skin at work, people will keep staring at me...

Thank you for continuing the game, mrleedles3!

[kapi-tanka]

what do you think about arcade gannons father? do you have any headcanons or just thoughts in general? i've seen your posts about his mother so yk just curious

sorry it took so long to answer! actually i had a similar conversation with my mutual not so long ago so i'll just copy my discord messages if it's okay with you lol... i don't know what else to add. at first i wanted to write a separate answer to your question but i guess there's no point in repeating myself in slightly different words also sorry to any marxists who get to read this. my understanding of politics is still far from confident but i try to educate myself as much as i can. TEXT VERSION UNDER THE CUT

omg i'm by no means an authority but i really appreciate it!! hmm but what are you interested in exactly? i think i've covered my headcanons on arcade's mom pretty well in one of my comics but his dad's still a bit mystical figure to me. but i have a couple of headcanons based on info from the ttrpg fallout game where arcade was josh sawyer's player character. like, i headcanon his name as mark because it was his name in the ttrpg (and i feel like some people do that too) and it seems that he knew some latin or at least a couple of latin phrases (and maybe mark even was the reason why arcade learned latin later, that and his medical education). and since cannibal johnson says that arcade reminds him of gannon sr. i feel like he was a pretty educated person too. and it may be a bit weird/hard to explain/very post-soviet of me and i'm not sure if it's even a thing in other countries/regions but i've always read gannons (or at least mrs gannon) as "intelligentsia" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligentsia). basically, a social class of the "minds" of the state who were privileged enough to get good education and, therefore, important positions in the state, primarily in science/arts/education (it's not a separate class actually, they mostly were bourgeoisie/petite bourgeoisie or on the border with the working class). education was almost inherited in such families because "intelligents" gravitated towards each other and subconsciously taught their kids the same ideals/automatically gave them some of their cultural capital. so yeah, it was pretty elitist in its core but intelligentsia was generally very politically conscious (because they had opportunities to learn in-depth theoretical politics and not only the propaganda for the working class). i obviously oversimplify it and all of this was much much more nuanced and complex, but i hope it still makes some sense and we have very tragic associations with intelligentsia here because when the soviet regime started to shoot itself in the leg intelligentsia was the first to leave the country/be imprisoned/executed/repressed in many other ways. because, again, they were educated enough to critique the state in "dangerous" ways (and many intellectuals helped to shape the communist revolution in the beginning so their importance was originally in this ability to provide state criticism). i know that the enclave is nothing like the ussr in terms of their politics and roots but i feel like similar social classes form in other secluded states too (and something similar even happened to veronica in the brotherhood so. yeah). and i feel like the enclave went through the same process of staling within itself due to lack of contact with the outside world soooo its policies became more and more right-wing with time. and gannons were somewhat oppositional even before mark's death and mrs gannon's parting with the enclave. like, we know that cannibal johnson was openly anti-enclave and even sabotaged his missions. and also cannibal johnson says the nicest things about arcade's father so i think that they had to share political views at least in some way. but mark gannon has to be much more complex than this, not all sugar and candy of course. i feel like he went through a "going anti-state" arc and was much more right-wing in the beginning of his military career and before meeting his wife (also i headcanon her name as daniela because "daniel" was originally arcade's middle name) sorry for the wall of text!!! i can elaborate on anything (also lol. it reads as very anti-communist but i didn't intend it that way. i'm an anarcho-communist myself but i think it's important to talk about war crimes of any failed regime, especially the one you want to work properly in the future)

yes same!! honestly i don't think arcade remembers him well. because everything arcade says sounds more like something other people told arcade?? and in my headcanon he internalized his mother's and other remnants' sentiments and opinions to a point of having fake memories about his dad (but i think it was mostly the remnants who formed this conflict, i see his mother as a silent and a bit avoidant type because she never told him what happened to mr gannon). i still can't figure out my own timeline for arcade's childhood but i thiiiink they left navarro when he was around 5-6 years old cuz arcade says in one of his quotes that he had to hide his association with the enclave for 30 years. plus i believe that he said something about moreno living half of his life on the wastelands already but still grieving the enclave

i think mark was mostly busy with missions to spend any time with arcade. but i don't see him as a particularly bad father, just a busy kind

like, maybe they've had so little time together that arcade remembered some moments very vividly but overthinked them? sometimes memories become foggy because you spin them in your head for too long. for some reason i feel like this happened to almost every arcade's memory of mark

[novelmonger]

For the character ask: 4 for Steve Rogers, 5 for Al, 8 for Winry, 12 for Mustang, 18 for Hawkeye, and 25 for Ed, please?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? (Steve Rogers)

A book. Written by me. It would be called Whole Shards :)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? (Alphonse Elric)

"Faceless" by Red

I'm not, I'm not myself Feel like I'm someone else Fallen and faceless So hollow, hollow inside A part of me is dead Need you to live again Can you replace this I'm hollow, hollow and faceless

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise? (Winry Rockbell)

Hmm...I can't really think of anything too heinous the fandom does, except maybe forget about her? ^^' Especially when shipping Ed with somebody else. Shippers are gonna ship, but I often feel like there's a gaping hole left behind when they don't account for where Winry is and why she's not upset about Ed going after someone else.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? (Roy Mustang)

We're told that he was raised by Madame Christmas, but I like to headcanon that she also adopted all the women who work in her bar and become Roy's intelligence network when they go on their fake dates. So Roy grew up in a highly unconventional setting with a dozen adopted older sisters, all orphaned or abandoned. He goes from a female-dominated living situation to a male-dominated one when he joins the military XD

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire? (Riza Hawkeye)

Royai. Are both Mustang and Hawkeye a bundle of issues? Is Hawkeye in particular perhaps unhealthily dependent on Mustang, to the point that if he were to die, she would kill herself? Yes. But their complete and utter devotion to one another, and the way they show love to each other in a thousand ways without being able to even hint at the way they really feel, is something I've always admired.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now? (Edward Elric)

Looooool, my introduction to Edward Elric was a fanart depicting him as an angel holding a claymore XD When my brother showed it to me, I was like, "Okay, we have to watch this Full Metal Alchemist thing now!"

Naturally, we soon discovered that particular fanart was more...imaginative than we realized at first. But by then we were hooked anyway. Now, obviously, I don't think of Ed as an avenging angel :P He's still inspiring and heroic, but now I also know him as a total dork with a bundle of issues, but also the biggest heart for his little brother you could possibly imagine <3

Character ask game

[anotherrosesthatfell]

[E.L.A] everyone opinions on Lily <3

Adults

Dream:

"My daughter is very beautiful like her mother but sometimes I feels her aura is...off. of course, I'm not saying she is creepy, it's just her aura feels like her (Nim)

Ink:

"Lily is soulless like me, I should've seen this coming when her existence clearly cause me discomfort. Anyway, I do hope one day someone will love her and willingly to gave their half soul to Lily.... Just like Error did for me so I can have emotions"

Swap:

"Mweh heh heh, I couldn't be more grateful when she healed my legs. Thanks to her, I can be more helpful to my friends. I sent my gratitude to her by inviting her to my au, she became very happy and lovelier everytime she visited my au!"

Hope:

"Well, isn't she's the little girl who Dream decided to take care of, when it's clearly lady Ink and that bastard octopus responsibilities? Hmm... I do not hold anything opinion of her. I can't say I like her and I can't say I dislike her... But I must say, lady Lily isn't someone want to be close with. They should run if she says her greeting."

Nightmare:

"Hmm, my daughter huh? Well, because of her, Dream and I actually made truce after years... I do want to take care of my little girl but oh well, Error want to kill me because you know Ink is his ex and here I am hooked up with Ink."

Killer:

"I am a little bit grateful the fact the little girl didn't live with us... It's much more safer to stay with Dream."

Horror:

"She's looks very much like Crescent. Almost reminded me of Angst too, especially her intelligent."

Dust:

"I suggest everyone should stay away from her. I don't understand how Dream can tolerates her when she clearly killed couple of people then gawk their eyes and rip off their faces. I seen it and I am glad my face doesn't attracted her that much."

Reaper:

"She doesn't own a candle life... Everyone have it but that child is like Geno..."

Geno:

"Goth says a lot about her. Reaper too. I am curious but Reaper forbid me to come closer to her, even if it a small wave."

Children

Palette:

"at first, I thought I was paranoid until I live through almost over 300 timelines because of her. That thing is no one want it to exist. I remember a couple of timelines, she torture me and turned me into a doll and sometimes stitch my mouth so I can't scream. Mostly, she took my eyes and left me bleeding then die... I am not her only victim but I can say, I am her top target..."

Lux:

"Unclemare used to told me a lot that I have to kill her right away when she was born but I couldn't bring myself to do it... Now, I understand why he said that. He warns me to never interact with Lily ever again... You don't want to know what's in her room, it's just sickening."

Drop:

"I am disappointed to have such sister like her... No, I am ashamed to call her my sister. What she did to Palette and Merciless is just unforgivable... I remember couple of timelines where she take out Merciless organs and stuff cotton in him then dance with him... It's just horrible, it's disgusting. What can't I forget the most is when she beheaded Palette and... Urgh, I cannot say anything anymore. It's too horrible."

Merciless:

"Ah... Honestly she creeps me out and uh... Made me really uncomfortable most of the time. I prefer hanging out with Drop since she respect my boundaries at least and act like a child but Lily.. It made me want to puked when I remember what she did to me... I stop visiting Palette or Lux cause I know Lily will be there, watching us as if we are her dolls."

Goth:

"For the first time, I don't want to have any attentions from anyone. Lily, she... She killed a friend of mine and gawked her eyes. It's not the first time, she killed a lot of influencers but only with pretty faces. After that, I decided that Palette and Drop live with me as I am aware they are beautiful and can be the next victims of Lily...."

Crescent:

"She's definitely a demon in disguise. No child supposed to act like that... Merciless cried at me and told me the horrible things Lily did to him.. It's my first time seeing my little brother cries... Dream, Ink and almost adults found her innocent. May God never forgive her."

Angst (spirit):

"She's a demon. Quetzalcoatl made a mistake by giving her the wrong blessing, especially when she is already soulless. That dumb b-tch... Even grandma are super pissed."

Angst (alive au):

"Oh princess Lily? She is the most loveliest girl I ever know. I don't understand how my brothers hates her to the core."