#now she is both somehow...

[the-stray-storyteller]

Not me overcomplicating a character's backstory.

[sakuravalenp]

Ellie(Dani) didn't realize how dangerous Danny's home was for him until he was more worried about her when she got her own home. - Prompt I think(?)

Ellie wasn't sure how to feel when Danny excitedly animated her to accept Arthur's invitation to live in Atlantis.

"Just if you want of course, but you'll get a stable home, and Frostbite said living underwater might be good for your water cores stability."

She had already been planning to accept the offer. Once she gave the guy an opportunity to have some sort of conversation, the guy was pretty chill, and the castle was pretty cool. So yeah, she was going to accept the offer.

But for some reason Danny's eagerness for her to go with Arthur hurt. It felt like he was trying to get rid of her.

She knew that was ridiculous, she didn't even live with Danny. He looked out for her, and was always a call away but, as much as Danny parents her, he was just a child like her. It made sense he was happy to give away the responsibility of taking care of her.

So when Ellie moved into Atlantis, she was expecting to hear less from Danny. After all, she had settle down, and he didn't need to worry about her adventures anymore. That was Arthur's and Mera's job now.

Weirdly enough, it was the complete opposite.

Now that Ellie was living with adults, Danny seemed MORE worried for her. They went from a call once a week or so, to almost daily calls in the afternoons. He would be more insistent about her telling him if anything was wrong.

He would ask specifics about the food she was eating, and her activities of the day, and her room, and the castles security...

Sam had told her that it was because he used to be able to monitor if she was eating well through the transactions of the debit card they had given her. Tuck had told her that he used to evaluate how safe she was through the phones location, and the hotels receipts.

And well, maybe she underestimated how much attention Danny put on her before, but the way the calls went made it seem like he thought she might be in more danger now that she had a stable home.

Which made no sense, because unlike him, she didn't even need to hide her ghostlines. Anything that was out of normal for Atlanteans was excused with meta-abilities, she didn't need to worry about being classified as a non-sentient species.

That was when it caught up to her. Danny was worried now that she was in a stable home because his stable home had always been dangerous for him. It isn't even a think of it being dangerous now that his a ghost, it has been dangerous ever since he was a child. She remembers all of Jazz's rants about how unreliable their parents have always been.

The food has always been contaminated. The security now attacked him directly, but there had always been a possibility of it malfunctioning and hurting the residents. Him and Jazz had always had the responsibilities of not only keeping the house clean, but the lab as well. If she tops it with the house security system attacking him, and his parents been ghost hunters...

Ellie hadn't found it too dangerous back then, Danny mocked Jazz rants with her, and Jack and Maddie were kind when they interacted with her in her human form. The Fentons neglect seemed liberating in comparison to Vlad overly controlling nature. But thinking about it now, after two months living in Atlantis, she doesn't like the picture.

She doesn't like the idea of Danny being somewhere so unsafe, but where would he go? He doesn't have a water core like her, and even if he had gotten sorta used to shapeshifting, he isn't good enough to live in a second form, which isn't recommendable either way. So he wouldn't be able to move underwater with her.

More so, she doubts that Danny would like to leave his Amity, he had taken the sole responsibilities of dealing with the whole humans - ghost conflicts. With the anti-ecto acts, there's no way he would leave the portal unsupervised.

What should she do now? Should she talk with Arthur about it? He said he was part of the heros friend group, what if they already know about the anti-ecto acts and are okay with it? What if they change hoe they act with her when she tells them she isn't actually an atlatean meta?

[steviewashere]

Mmmmm

"Losing My Religion" by R.E.M.

A Steddie break-up fic where Steve, hopeless romantic Steve, is in a whirlwind romance with Eddie. And Eddie who finally gets his big break and plans to leave Hawkins in the rear view. It starts slowly, just little things Steve doesn't take to heart: Eddie getting distracted in the middle of a cuddle session or a kiss or even sex, Eddie pulling away quicker (but he's still loving on Steve so he doesn't really care), maybe cancelling more on their date nights or claiming that he's got plans already made with the Corroded Coffin boys.

And then the space between them just gets bigger and bigger and bigger, and Steve is left behind in the dust. Abandoned again. He's always looking to Eddie, but Eddie's not looking back. They're arguing more. There's a knot, a strain weighing on their relationship.

When Steve begins to pull back, Eddie barely puts in the effort to keep him tethered. And Steve, gullible and hopeless romantic Steve, lets Eddie get away with it. Because any attention is better than none. Even if he's going to bed alone every night, waking up to a going cold space beside him. Even if he's biting his fist during an argument, saving the tears for a quick shower. Even if he has to choke back on his emotions, because any big outbursts he thinks will push Eddie further away. Will spiral them out farther.

But then Eddie just abruptly leaves. Leaves their life, their friends, Hawkins as a whole. And Steve has to get his number through Wayne, who thought the boys were still together.

And it's not until Eddie answers with a, "Hello? Oh—hold on, babe, somebody's on the phone," that Steve finally puts two and two together. They aren't even dating anymore. He hangs up before say anything.

Eddie's left with the distant sound of somebody breathing on the other side and the dial tone. Never to hear from Steve again.

...anyway!

[kagoutiss]

din’s champion

[ingravinoveritas]

Nothing says wedded bliss like sharing a photo of your ex-boyfriend on your anniversary and then making a post about your actual husband with a caption that never mentions love and instead is just a dig at his ability to take pictures...

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[wolfwarrior142]

Callum has asked Rayla twice now to kill him if he's ever corrupted again. This time as like a barter. And this time, despite looking devastated, she finally (begrudgingly) agrees. And later this season, Callum is cleared of his dark magic corruption, but it also warned that if he does dark magic again it'll overwhelm him.

Man my dreams have already been haunted enough by death foreshadowing I can't take much more of it for these two.

[flickeringquip]

(1) Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss? (Damsel belongs to @rosurie. Cont of this post. NSFW below the cut!)

Now, usually when you find yourself in this kind of situation, it's with no small degree of bewilderment. Some measure of bafflement on to how you'd ended up in a position like this to begin with. A general confusion as to how it progressed this far.

As you and Damsel attempt to somehow kiss the other into submission — you can definitively say that is not the case this time around.

You know exactly why you're here and how it got this far:

(1) And it was definitely all Damsel's fault.

She's the one who started all this, and you keep that fact in the forefront of your mind as you break away from her kiss to begin trailing down her throat. When you suck a harsh bruise against her pulse and bite marks into the crook of her shoulder. When you pull back enough to admire your handiwork, and the scowl she casts up at you.

And when she tries to touch you, to regain some lost ground, you take her wrists and slowly pin them above her head. Your grip doesn't bruise, you do not rush or shove — you simply push until she gives, unyielding and inevitable as you smile down at her, maybe a little smug.

(1) "I told you before, didn't I? Tell me want you want, Damsel," You lean down and press your lips against the curve of the jaw, "Nicely."

Damsel stills beneath you, and you're pretty sure you're about to be cussed out — but when you lift enough to catch her expression, it's not anger that greets you, but supplication.

Somehow, you find that more unsettling, not less.

"I want to make you feel good, Aster," It's more than a little disarming, how easily Damsel flips moods, peering up at you, all wide-eyed and blown pupils — as if all her intent towards domination is suddenly only a distant memory.

You don't trust the act for a minute, but you are perilously weak to the sad eyes she shoots up at you.

—Which is probably how you find yourself the one pinned only a few minutes later, sighing internally at your own folly as Damsel wraps her hand around your throat with just enough pressure to be felt with every breath.

(1) But she sure does make it hard to focus on your slip-up, her free hand quick to set up on you with licentious intent.

Her hand squeezes around your small bust, grazing her thumb against a sensitive peak until your breath catches — and then she pinches, seeming to relish in the way you jolt beneath her.

"Bitch—"

Your half-hearted grumble is cut short by your own yelp as she twists harder, chasing the pain away by a dainty little kiss as she tuts at you.

"Language!"

Like she was some sort of saint.

(1) You don't voice your complaints about her hypocrisy — but only because the hands she steals between your thighs rates a bit higher in the bid for your attention.

And while it doesn't surprise you, the way she seems to delight in teasing you isn't any less frustrating now than it was throughout the week. Her fingers ghost around slick folds, biting her lip with a pleased, possessive gleam at finding you already so wet.

"Was this what you wanted all along, Aster?" Something covetous and sly burns in her gaze as she teases her fingers against your clit, feather-light, pulling away whenever you twitch or shift as if to press into her touch, "Did you just need some attention? All you had to do was ask, babe."

You can't quite stop the needy little sound that leaves you when she pulls her hand away for the umpteenth time, instantly regretting letting it slip as she grins at you, sharp and predatory.

"Didn't you hear me?" Her finger squeeze harder, cutting your air for a long, fraught beat before relaxing, "Ask."

(1) You're not sure you've ever had someone trigger your fight and freeze instincts so simultaneously before, tension winding in your middle as you struggle, caught between the sudden urge to either violently retaliate or beg for her forgiveness.

The latter edges out the former; even now, you don't want to hurt Damsel.

"Please, Damsel," You sigh the words, resigned to your momentary defeat as you peer up at her through lidded lashes, "I'll behave— promise."

(She's not the only person capable of lying.)

"Good girl."

The praise is pure heat licking down your spine, only added to by the slide of two dainty fingers inside of you as Damsel finally, finally stops teasing you (or at least stops teasing you quite so much — you aren't sure the woman's capable of not being at least a little teasing). As wound up as you'd already, it takes a flusteringly short amount of time for her to have you teetering the edge, just barely penning back noises that are surely going to mortify you later.

A salacious curl of her fingers and circle of her thumb have you biting your lip to stifle the moan your orgasm has welling up in your throat — only for it to be punched out of you all the louder by the punishing bite Damsel gives you in reprimand.

The low little giggle she gives suggests that that was entirely the point.

"Now, isn't that better?" She punctuates her coo with a curl of her fingers against nerves that send white-hot sensation through you, shuddering and still so very sensitive, kept still only by the vice hold she has around your throat, "Doesn't it feel good, being a good girl for me?"

(1) Your flustered glower only makes her laugh — and give your clit a pinch that makes you yelp.

"It's a little silly getting all mad about it when I can feel how wet you just got, babe," You don't appreciate her teasing, delighting in the flush painting your face as she plants a gleeful kiss against the apple of your cheek, "Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret safe — as long as you quit being all naughty, meddling where you shouldn't."

Your attempt to remind her why you'd done so is interrupted by the warning squeeze of her fingers around her throat.

The way Damsel smiles at your body's reaction to that is nothing short of victorious — and you decide all at once that her playtime is over.

(1) You roll her beneath you with a buck of your hips and a hand around the back of her neck, fingers sliding to tug at her roots as you narrow your gaze down at her indignant expression.

"You think I don't know any of your secrets, Damsel?" You aren't as nice this time around, yanking your tie from your messily unbuttoned shirt and tying her wrist snugly above her head, "You think I'm somehow deaf and blind to some of the schemes you pull over on people? Or better yet, how quickly you cave with certain personalities, so eager to wrap yourself around their finger?"

You stroke a finger along her cheek, and snicker when she tries to bite you, shifting as you work your way down her body.

"If you ever—"

You cut her off with a harsh bite to her thigh, soothing the mark with your tongue a moment later.

"Relax," You soothe, rubbing your thumbs into the divot in her hips, kissing higher up her thigh and smiling at how her leg trembles ever so faintly, "You and your secrets are as safe with me as you've always been, even if I think you're a brat sometimes."

She settles beneath you, even if she doesn't look particularly pleased about it.

(1) That's alright — you're pretty sure you know exactly how to make her feel better.

Damsel's voice pitches high on a cry, squirming in your grasp as you answer her climax with only increasing fervour, utterly refusing to let her come down even an inch as your fingers press new bruises into her hips. When her overstimulated whines shift once more into wanting whimpers, you wind an arm over her abdomen to keep her still and sink two fingers deep just to hear her keen, long since having learned all of her favourites spots. Your lips close around her clit and Damsel nearly screams, tears budding along her lash-line.

But you're not quite ready to grant her a reprieve just yet.

She'd only nearly screamed, after all.

(1) By the time you lift yourself back up to your knees, satisfied with the level of orgasmic devastation you've doled out to her, Damsel is a shaking mess spread out in front of you — and it's only your iron will that keeps you from going in for another bite.

Mostly figuratively. You eye the bite marks you've left behind with no small amount of satisfaction, even though you know she left just as many on you.

"Well, I feel better, don't you?" You sound downright cheerful, a fact that has Damsel cracking an eye open to huff at you, a little too wrung dry to be truly irritated at you as you lean down and give her one last kiss, unbinding her wrists along the way, "How about a bath when we get home? I'll do all the work."

She gives an imperious little sniff.

"It's the least you can do."

(1) You laugh, because of course — it is the least you can do.

[lostsyren]

I mourn the hypothetical rafebarrysofia dynamic everyday😓💔

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Both my parents actually suffer from HORRID emotional dysregulation and are prone to snapping and going into rages. My sister is the same way tbh. I am now realizing this is why they are constantly baffled by the question of whether or not I am mad at them.

I don't have external meltdowns.

I could. I don't let it happen.

I keep my rage on the inside and stay pretty quiet about it. It's just as strong as theirs [physically shaking nose bleed from high blood pressure kind of bad], but like as a kid I saw how terrifying it was to be around [dad breaking dishes, mom putting our lawn chairs into walls] and I just internalized that I wasn't going to wear that anger on the outside.

So my mother genuinely cannot tell if I am just being quiet or if I am silently hearing the dial-up noises of pure rage. This has lead her to both making strong and confident statements like "You are a pacifist who would never hurt a fly U.U" but also acting like I am secretly dangerous maybe... It's because she has never seen me snap.

She knows what her temper is like [throwing chairs through walls], she knows what my father's temper is like [pick up child and toss out door], and she can tell I am being tested, but she doesn't know what happens when I snap or where that breaking point is.

Her -perhaps unhinged- solution to this, my whole life, has been to do things that should obviously enrage me or shut me down completely, like ignoring important boundaries, repeatedly, punishing me for expressing emotions or needs at all, etc... And then to constantly ask me if I am angry with her when I get too quiet [right after near directly telling me to shut up].

It has occurred to me now, they have never once seen me lose my temper, so they literally just can't tell if I am angry at them. My sister is easy, my mother fights and screams with my sister constantly, my mother understands this. My mother doesn't have any grasp of feelings or boundaries that are not screamed at her [apparently, and I fear my sister is the same way]. Her and my sister are close despite constant fucking fighting because they understand each other.

They are trying to get me to engage the same way and it is not working. I realize now that this has been hard for them.

I was so successfully taught to suppress my emotions, by being punished for any outburst, that rage quiet looks the same as any other kind of quiet from the outside. To them anyway.

I did tell her. For the record. I used my words. I did tell her very calmly that my response to rage, in order to avoid doing the things that terrified me as a child, was to simply leave [the autistic urge to GTFO]. When a situation or person causes too much of the dial-up rage noise, I simply extract myself from that situation, up to and including never speaking to a person again. I explained this calmly. I explained it calmly 100 times and I explained that I explain myself calmly as my rage response 1-5 [also pretty much every other negative emotion tbh], and I told her that what came next was me simply opting out and fucking off. I told her this. I couldn't understand why she never took me seriously, or why she never fucking understood.

I couldn't understand what made her like this.

But it's the same problem I have with everyone else multiplied by a factor of 10.

If I am explaining myself calmly, they can't understand that it's actually serious or that I am actually upset. ESPECIALLY because they read me as "female" and women "aren't that rational" so if I am not screaming and crying about something, which I never do, people assume I can't be upset and it isn't serious.

And then after having my boundaries ignored too many times despite having calmly explained how and why it's a problem [shaking inside or not]... I leave. I leave and everyone gets upset like this is unexpected behaviour, even though I told them 50 times that is how I would respond if they kept doing *the thing.*

And for neurotypical people especially, they are expecting there to be a disconnect between what someone says they need or feel and what their actually boundaries and feelings are, and they expect the latter to be demonstrated with emotions. Telling them bluntly you do not function that way somehow never helps?

My mother isn't just looking for normal yelling or a few tears to know I am serious, whether or not I do those either [I don't], she's looking for an explosion to know there's a problem at all.

Fucked if I know how she proceeds through life this way in general or if this is just her expectation of her own kids???

And I couldn't get why my mother couldn't read my emotions and didn't seem to think I have any. It's because she's testing for the rage limit to see where my 'actual' limit is instead of taking my word for it. Never the fuck mind that she could simply *not* test at my boundaries instead of letting me have them. Separate issue.

I couldn't figure out what made her *like this*

She's expecting me to throw a giant meltdown violent tantrum at people when I have 'actually' had enough. Maybe she got away with those being like 5'4" in another time, but I am the size of the average man, I do not get to have giant screaming rages, whether or not people perceive me consciously as a woman, and least of all because a lot of people -at least unconsciously- read me as 'masculine' or at least always "they guy" of the situation compared to all other women and some men [bigger stronger and more rational, more able to just absorb the damage and let it go so the less rational screaming/crying one doesn't have to be dealt with]. Even if it was in me to be willing to terrify people [usually never], there are such limited instances where it wouldn't just blow back on me. Potentially very dangerously.

I am going to be the quiet calm one. You are going to have to let me use my words, bitch.

So she kept ignoring my boundaries until I had to cut her out of my life, and she probably doesn't understand and probably thinks it feels sudden -after 36 long years of bullshit- abrupt and unfair.

But I told her hundreds of times.

I probably should have just screamed at her.

[birthclod]

thinking about ch0mpkin's evil evbo post (evilbo, if you will) and going "How can I align this with My Interests (the axes)" and the answer is Very easily actually

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[reanimatedgh0ul]

not me going back to ep 17 and ep 20 catching this parallel btwn ilana and lance where they ask each other if they're ok and only for them decide to lie to the other abt being fine actually 🫠

[blueesnow]

(6/6) Camus's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Meeting Room- Haruka: P-please forgive me…! Camus: … Haruka: (To think that I spilled a coffee on Camus's senpai's script… talk about a big mistake) Camus: I don't need those kind of superficial apology. If you were indeed feeling sorry, rather than words show it within your action. Camus: If it's a for a peasant like you… that's right, you could at the very least provide me with some useful information. If you managed to do it then I might let this one slide. Camus: But if you can't even do something so simple like that, then I'll turn you into an ice. Now, choose which one you like. (choices) <I'll provide you with information!> Haruka: Of course let me provide you with information…! Camus: Hmph, good decision. Now speak. Camus: But be aware that if the content isn't to my liking, I'll automatically turn you into an ice, no matter how much you protested. <I-Ice…> Haruka: I-Ice… A-anything but that! Camus: Then you only have one option, give me some good information that you have. Camus: I'm a busy man you see, so I won't wait for that long. The time until I freeze you is 3, 2… (back to story) Haruka: Ah! Come to think of it, Camus-senpai I heard that you like sweets, right? Haruka: The other day Tomo-chan… um, my friend told me that she found this unknown cafe that serves lots of delicious sweets. Haruka: She said that not only does it looked really pretty she also guarantee the taste of it. …How about that? Camus: Not bad for a fool like you. I shall compliment you for managing to speak that out. Camus: But you never actually check out that place within your two eyes right. Then that means I can't exactly trust that info. Camus: You have to take a responsibility and accompany me to that cafe later. If it turns out that you're wrong….you knew what will happened, right?

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Camus)

-Cafe- Camus: …Chocolate cake and fluffy tiramisu, cheesecake and berry tart. And then… Camus: …Matcha mousse and super rich caramel pudding, a monstrous banana parfait… That's all, please. Server: I understand. …Please wait for a moment. Haruka: …Y-You ordered a lot. Camus: In order to determine whether the information that you gave is truly valuable or not, I need to try them as many as possible. Camus: It'd be good if these sweets will be enough to satisfy me… Heh, I'm looking forward for the result. Haruka: …Camus-senpai. You've been putting a lot of sugar in your coffee for a while now… Camus: So what? Haruka: That… wouldn't it be bad for your body? Camus: There'd be no problem. You don't have to be worried about me because I know myself better than anyone else. Haruka: T-That's right! I'm sorry for being rude. …Also, once again I'm truly sorry for what happened. Camus: You mean that script that you made a mess of? That's also no problem. Camus: I already took a glance of it before and memorize everything. I don't need that anymore. Haruka: Eh…!? Camus: Oh my. What's wrong, My lady? Is there any problem?

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Camus)

-Cafe- Haruka: I see… I'm glad to hear that. Camus: Your screw-up is obviously not something that should be praised for, but thanks to it, I was able to get information about this store. Camus: Since you said that this place is quite unknown, there are barely any people around creating a quite and calm atmosphere. I must say that this is actually a perfect place to enjoy sweets. Haruka: Does that mean I passed…? Camus: It all depends on the quality of the sweets. But well, I guess I can give you a passing grade first for the time being in terms of its environmental aspect. Camus: From now on, be sure to report back to me whenever you come across any information that I might like, just like this place. Camus: Whether it's useful or not, I'll be the judge for it. Understand? Haruka: I-I understand. I'll try to look around for more information! Camus: If it's necessary, then we can go again just like this to verify the information. Don't forget that you're using my valuable day off time for this, you should be grateful. Camus: …Yes, everything that I ordered is all here. Now then, time to dig in. - Camus: …Hmm. It was actually quite delicious. Haruka: I'm glad that you liked it…! Camus: For a fool like you, that was actually quite a high quality information that you provide. Camus: As a reward, I shall offer you a treat here. But, don't forget to prepare something even more higher level for the next time. Camus: I'm looking forward to see what can you do to impress me from here on out.

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Camus)

-Shining Agency Dorm Haruka's Room- Haruka: (Since today's my day off, I think I'll try to relax and watch some TV…) - Camus: Greetings to all the ladies and gentlemen. This time, it is I, Camus, who will be the host of the show. Haruka: (It's Camus-senpai. This… Isn't this a program show of everyone from QUARTET NIGHT!) Haruka: (In this popular program show, all of the Senpai are fulfilling the requests of the guests who made an appearance… And this time they have a film director joining them) Camus: Since this is your first action movie, I wonder if you went through a lot of difficulties. Film Director: Everyday was a series of challenges. However, I think I was able to make good use of my past experiences. Camus: There were many scenes throughout the movie where we could feel the director's style in it. For example, during this scene where they get lost on a snowy mountain… Haruka: (Camus-senpai is really good at both speaking and listening…) Haruka: (His appearance as a butler idol was also flawless. I must learn a lot from Camus-senpai's high level of professionalism.) - Camus: Now then, for the guest's request this time is, "I want to try some sweets that I, Camus, recommend". Camus: And here's what we have prepared for you. It's a beautiful Japanese confectionery. Camus: The elegant sculptures created by the artisans are truly works of art. Pardon me for being presumptuous, but I'll also be joining in for the taste-test. Camus: …The smooth texture of the bean paste that melts on your tongue. As the rich and sweet flavor spreads within your mouth, oh my, talk about how delicious it was. Haruka: (Just hearing it makes me wanted to eat them. Ha! Talking about sweets…) Haruka: (He gave me a treat at a cafe the other day, but I still haven't thanked him yet…!)

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Hallway- Haruka: (I'm glad that I was able to buy a thank-you gift for him without any problem. I hope he'll be happy with it…) Haruka: Oh… Camus-senpai! Good work for today. Camus: Oh, it's you. Did you come here to cause a trouble again? I'm afraid I don't carry a script with me for you to spill coffee again for today. Haruka: T-That's not it. It's just that, I actually wanted to meet Camus-senpai again, so meeting you like this is such a perfect timing. Camus: What is it? If you're calling me out just for some nonsense then you better stop or I won't give you any mercy. Haruka: Actually, there's something that I would like to give you. Here it is… Camus: A gift for me? And looking at those paper bag, it seems to be sweets, isn't it? (choices) <It's a limited-edition sweets!> Haruka: Yes, it's a limited-edition sweets! Camus: Oh, isn't this the one that is said to be very difficult to get? I heard that you had to line up early in the morning for this… Camus: Well, not bad for someone like you. It seems that you do have a talent for being a servant. <I chose this one after a lot of consideration.> Haruka: I chose this one after a lot of consideration. I've been struggling and worried as to which one that you might like so I hope you'll be satisfied with this. Camus: That's quite an admirable mindset. Though I suppose it's only natural since you're my Kouhai. Camus: But remember that what matters is not the process, but rather the result. Let's just hope that all of your efforts won't go to waste. (back to story) Haruka: I do hope that you will like it… Please take it as a thank you for the treat you gave me the other day! Camus: I thought I told you that was your reward. There would be no end to it if you keep on reciprocating them in return. Haruka: That might be true, but I've always been indebted to Camus-senpai on a regular basis. Haruka: I've learned a lot from you as a kouhai, and I was also impressed when I saw the way you act as host on TV the other day…! Camus: Calm down. Perhaps, it might be reasonable that you give me that paper bag first. I'll let you talk as much as you like while I'm enjoying the sweets.

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Camus)

-Shining Agency's Meeting Room- Camus: Mm…this is quite something… Here's your reward, come and have a taste. Haruka: (Looking at his reaction now, it looks like he really took a liking to it. I'm glad…) Camus: What are you spacing out for? And here I thought I told you that you can have a taste, so why don't you just take one and eat it? Haruka: Thank you so much for the offer, now then if you excuse me… Mm, it's so delicious! It's melting inside my mouth. Camus: That's right, the combination of its soft sweetness and texture is like a match-made in Heaven. On top of it, it also has a rich aroma too. It really do be tempting you to take another bite. Haruka: Camus-senpai's way of words are indeed amazing. I was amazed by some of your words on TV the other day. Haruka: You're also really good at managing the atmosphere. Even I was able to tell just how comfortable the guest was as they talk to you. Camus: I'm just doing my job as what a host should be. Camus: To be able to do anything that is asked of you is what it means to be a pro. Haruka: And I'd like to learn more from your example! Camus: Hmph. A little girl like you wanted to try to copy me, you can just keep on dreaming. Camus: However, training a kouhai is also a part of my job. Camus: …I guess it can't be helped, this time is a special exception. I will grant you a permission to come and observe me at my work. Haruka: Thank you so much…! I'll try to do my best to learn and improve a lot from you. Camus: Someone like you will never be able to match up with me for the rest of your life. But well, try to do as best as you can to catch up to me.

[rubberpuckies]

ive had. an insane night

[clowningaroundmars]

prowlerbyte hcs

ok..... yall got me. you did. i ship prowlerbyte now 😅 and i'd like to throw out some Thoughts about them bc damnit if this ship doesn't have some Flavor to it that i'd like to share with you all 🤌

both margo and miles g here are from earth 42 tho bc i think miles g has been thru Enough and he deserves someone in his corner in his own universe, besides his family members

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♡ weirdgirl nerd x edgyboy nerd 100%… you just KNOW IT. miles is absolutely a geek either for comics or anime and he only opens up to his closest friends to let them see that side of him, no one else. margo brings that side out of him often when they meet up (but miles is still p reserved if anyone else is with them)

♡ margo is a fantastic singer and hums mind-blowing runs as easily as she breathes and miles absolutely loves it. when she's depressed, she sings a lot less so whenever she DOES sing that's how he knows she's in a good mood. he loves having her over bc he gets to pull out uncle aaron's old secondhand record player and place rnb and 90's hiphop vinyls on it, playing soulful music that she hums to as they parallel-play or do homework together

♡ when margo first convinced miles to let her do his hair, he was hella worried that his mom would disapprove and chastise him once she saw but she was surprisingly very supportive of it, although a bit hesitant. eventually she was grateful she didnt have to braid her son's hair as often (being a single parent is exhausting enough lol)

♡ rio42 ofc had the same reaction to margo as rio1610 when she 1st met gwen, but when margo eventually started showing up more and more to hang out with the morales fam (and aaron too lol), she grew on rio. they both keep a close eye on miles and try to keep him going towards the right path

♡ in their universe they both go to visions and even have a class together, and they are both very very academically competitive. rio doesn't need to stay on miles' ass about his grades bc margo is right there taunting him with an A+ on a test every single time

♡ they actually ACTUALLY study together in the library or in miles' room during study sessions. neither of them can afford to fall off wrt their grades and they both have big dreams they wanna achieve: margo wants to become a hardlight technician and apply for oscorp (much to miles' chagrin), and miles wants to continue his engineering and robotics career so he can provide for his whole family

♡ margo's parents constantly fighting means she is often over at miles' house more than he is at hers. it actually took her an embarrassingly long amount of time to finally invite him over because she never wanted her parents to know he even existed, let alone actually meet him at all. miles was at first kinda offended she didn't want him to meet her parents even after they got together but when he heard them arguing in the background during a call one day, he finally Understood

♡ after he found out about her crappy home life (and also secretly told rio), she was welcome to stay more often at his place. she has a blanket, a few clothes and several diff books and console games lying around in his room

♡ it honestly also took them both a ridiculously long time to finally start dating. everyone around them shipped them but they remained friends for a long time bc miles was just too closed off and scared to let anyone into his private life like that. also i hc they are both on the ace spectrum but don't realize it until later (listen i see purple characters and i HAVE to wave the ace wand on them ok 😭)

♡ margo is sometimes frustrated at miles for being so secretive and hiding his emotions behind walls, as goofy and dorky as he can be. she wishes he would just come out and be more honest about his feelings but understands that after his dad's passing, its harder for him to communicate his emotions

♡ she was the one who asked him out first, actually. he was beating around the bush way too much and so she finally put her foot down and initiated the relationship

♡ in public or with strangers they are: sunshine x sunshine protector. in private or with family n friends they are: "EXCUSE ME! miles asked for no pickles ☝️" esp since margo is the extrovert and he's the introvert.

♡ miles is actually p jealous and protective of margo and she finds that hilarious.

"i don't need any protecting, babe. i am a certified badass," margo says, flipping her box braids.

miles laughs, winding boxing wraps around his hands and standing in front of his giant punching bag. he looks over at his girlfriend sitting on a bean bag, with her adorable kitten t-shirt and fluffy sweater and grins even wider. "yeah… aight, sure thing."

margo scoffs, noticing his line of sight and looking very offended. "i may look cute and unassuming but that's exactly what i want our enemies to think! it gives me an advantage!"

miles hums, nodding. "mhm. advantage to do what, exactly?"

margo throws an empty soda can at him, which miles easily dodges as he laughs harder.

♡ it's funny, bc on the outside they seem like the stereotypical traditional straight relationship with a macho boy and sweetheart girl. but in reality they're both sarcastic snippy geeks who can both throw down in any verbal argument. and miles adores his gf, he's completely whipped for her. lets her paint his nails and everything, and if anyone tries to make fun of him for it, he doubles down and threatens to fight them over it

♡ they are THAT couple that wears lowkey matching outfits every once in a while. they actually enjoy shopping together which was a relief for both of them bc miles LIVES just to go sneaker shopping and margo absolutely loves trying new things on in the dressing room. theyre also both fashionistas in their own ways and love to accessorize. they swap accessories a lot

♡ whenever they hit up a bookstore, they are the first to head right on over to the manga section. right afterwards, they make a beeline over to the science fiction section and compare their purchases together after leaving

♡ miles is absolutely the "idc what my girl wears bc i know how to fight" boyfriend. margo doesn't go out in revealing outfits or anything, but looking a little TOO adorable in a dystopian city can sometimes paint a target on your back and so miles makes sure she's with him at all times if she wants to put her braids up into heart buns or wear a dress outside

♡ any hardware or mechanical problem that margo has, she takes it straight to miles. miles takes any software or coding issues he has to margo. if those software issues have anything to do with his prowler gear, however… he tries to isolate the issue and explain in vague terms what the problem is to avoid telling his gf he's actually the prowler

♡ no, he has not revealed to margo that he is the prowler yet. he's terrified to see her face when she inevitably finds out anyways, just KNOWING it would doom their relationship to a breakup if she ever figured it out. he does everything in his power to keep her from finding out his secret, even if it means disappointing her when he misses out on dates they set together

♡ they are both total champions at whatever multiplayer video game they get hooked onto. their personal faves are mmorpgs and battle royale games, but they are UNBELIEVABLY competitive when it comes to party games and even board games. they absolutely wipe the floor if they get to team up together

♡ tbqh they're the EXACT level of nerdy that they would consider playing video games in their separate homes as a date. "mmorpg and chill babe?" miles texts margo sometimes as a joking way to ask her on an online date. every minute they spend on voicechat as they kick digital ass together counts as quality time for sure

♡ even tho she's kind of embarrassed about it, margo has an absolutely huge plushie and figurine collection. she was worried miles would judge her SUPER HARD for her lowkey (highkey) special interest in anime figures when he 1st came over to her room, but immediately felt relieved when miles practically flew up to a rare figure she got secondhand from a japanese seller online and started ooohing and aaahing about it

♡ he actually tries to put aside whatever he earns prowling around the city for his mom first. then whatever's left over goes right to margo. he likes taking her out shopping and letting her pick out two or three things and seeing her beam like a sunrise before giving him a kiss on the cheek

♡ miles tries to hide his prowling behind the excuse of getting a job with his uncle at the family auto shop. every time he has a job to do or needs to leave suddenly, he blames it on "an emergency/new car job at the garage". margo eventually starts hating the word "garage"

♡ get either of these 2 to start talking abt their special interest, and it will be like Infodump City in there in 2 secs flat. they listen to each other's infodumping with hearts in their eyes, ESPECIALLY miles. margo goes "hey can i just rant to you about my new interest rq" and he goes "yes ma'am 🥰"

♡ everyone thinks margo is the one who cooks and cleans but hell no. miles is a neat freak whose room is the total opposite of margo's and he spends a lot of time alone at home when his mom is working a double shift and his uncle is out trying to secure another job for them. he knows how to cook like a damn chef by the time he's 16 (and also rio42 is not a toxic boymom. she will not raise any lazy needy son, her boy WILL know how to do laundry, cook meals and wash the damn dishes!)

♡ margo on the other hand tries to avoid the kitchen as often as possible and gets panic attacks when having to clean anywhere else but her own room bc of bad memories of having to sweep up broken glass after hearing her parents have violent fights that left the apartment in tatters. she never got to learn how to cook bc they never taught her, either

♡ margo is actually p traumatized from her parents' constant hateful fighting that she tries to squash down or hide behind a confident mask. but sometimes it pops up in ugly ways like when miles accidentally slams a cupboard door too loudly or a sarcastic comment sounds a little too bitter. her knee-jerk reaction is to always distance herself from miles a bit as a coping mechanism, which they had to work through

♡ miles' own grief and loss traumatized him beyond belief too ofc. after his dad's passing, his anxiety grows and he becomes more withdrawn, easily tired, and forgetful. it becomes worse after he becomes the prowler, bc dipping into the NYC underworld every so often gives p much anyone a healthy dose of paranoia. plus it takes some time away from his gf on top of all of that.

♡ if they're ever at parties or get-togethers at all, its always margo initiating conversations and meeting with people, making introductions and chatting happily. she always happens to have a quiet, chill miles-shaped shadow with her the whole time

♡ if margo was going to date miles, he told her one time, she was GOING to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. throw in a lil reggaeton in there as they get older and rio becomes a TINY bit more chill with seeing them on the dancefloor. they actually become much better at dancing together as they practice at family reunions and birthday parties

♡ miles carries around plush keychains and other trinkets that remind him of margo. he's a total sap when it comes to her, even if he tries to hide just how much he loves her sometimes. his phone's lockscreen is something dark or aesthetic like a city skyline or whatever but then when he unlocks it, margo is always his wallpaper

♡ aaron likes margo, he really does. he worries that miles doesn't have enough friends but he's happy that his nephew has a gf that is genuinely good for him. they all have a great time together whenever they do get downtime to chill together, like playing cards or helping aaron clean the garage

♡ that being said, aaron loves to pretend to sabotage their relationship as a running joke and watch miles get all riled up about it. it is hilarious to him, never gets old.

they're giving the garage connected to the autoshop its bimonthly deep clean just ahead of the yearly inspection.

it's a sunday, the only day of the week that the shop is closed for business and miles is on corner duty once they get down to the concrete floor. he's tasked with using the short hard brush attached to a long wooden handle to scrub the dust and grime out of the neglected corners. margo is scrubbing the middle with a much bigger sturdier widebroom, and aaron--being the tallest ofc-- has the duster on an extendable handle, swiping through the metal rafters and high shelves.

he notices miles struggling a bit with a mysterious stain in one corner, repeatedly attacking it before finally crouching down to shove the brush even harder against the floor with his hands.

aaron casually sneaks backwards and catches margo's attention with a smirk and a point of his chin. she swings her gaze around to her slightly frustrated boyfriend crouched down into a corner and starts giggling.

aaron grins as he suddenly says, "so yeah, thats why i got miles here on corner duty, usually. y'know being a little guy and all, he can do all that that someone as tall as me can't really do anymore yanno what i'm sayin? he's real good in those small spaces. that's why i'm up here, dustin' these rafters."

scandalized, miles springs back up with a "hey!!" and a withering glare shot their way. margo bursts out laughing.

♡ miles is the little spoon and margo is the big spoon, fight me abt it. his fave cuddling position is actually when his arms are wrapped around her and her cheek is laid against his head. otherwise, he loves his weighted blanket, and margo loves her warm mattress ♡ when they're home alone and on the couch watching movies, his back is usually to her side as he half-lays on her, using her arm as a pillow

♡ margo is def not a sports kind of girl but she tries for her bf. he and aaron are very much into basketball which she tries to keep up with just to join in on their convos. she always attends miles' boxing matches tho, ofc. she actually likes watching boxing matches in general! aaron gives her some old tapes of his own matches when he was younger and that's how margo gets into televised mma fights and ufc. she's always cheering for miles the loudest in the audience

♡ miles actually uses margo sometimes in his workouts. the proudest day of his life was when he was able to have margo laying on his back as he did pushups, and he made it to 10 before tiring himself out. she's the one holding his feet down as he does sit-ups and ab crunches. she tries to join in on his workouts too, and gets p good with the speedbag relatively quickly!

♡ miles-- being the paranoid guy he is-- happens to be the one to teach margo all of the effective self-defense moves. she thinks he's always exaggerating the danger out on the streets but she can't lie sometimes; whenever she's out past sunset with her keys in between her knuckles, she's just a TINY bit glad that miles taught her how to escape a rear chokehold

♡ margo is the soc media girl who is embarassingly online and posts about anything and everything of her life. new website coded? met a stray cat on her way over to miles'? bought a new manga? invented a cool gadget? they always show up in her followers soc media feed. she tries to get miles to pose for pics with her but he's mostly content to just be the guy behind the camera tbh. his own soc media account is pretty boring and bare since he rarely ever posts. he's got other things on his mind, errands to run

♡ the one and only time margo has ever seen miles cry was right after his dad died. the whole neighborhood got the news and she ran straight over to miles' apartment the minute she could. they climbed into his bed (the only time rio didn't reprimand them for it) and he just sobbed his heart out while they held each other for a real long time. she brought over homework and notes when he stayed home from school to recuperate