#okay yeah i need to write this it's such a fun concept

[extra-somethin-somethin]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[othercrossee]

The only good part from my story idea eternal prison back in 2019 is that the all mother, the god of all gods was so. Incredibly flawed and so pitiful it was kinda funny

[mysicklove]

summary: Sukuna tries to teach Yuuji self-defense, but of course, he happens to forget how helpless the toddler is.

cw: mentions of death/kidnapping, reader gets called helpless

wc: 1.4k

a/n: i love them so much. its so fun to write this au!!

big brother au masterlist

When you walk into the living room, you can’t help but smile. Truly, was it a rarity to see Sukuna and Yuuji getting along nicely. Of course, Yuuji was always sweet, but Sukuna was a brat and found that hanging out with a four-year-old was not really his cup of tea. Or at least, that’s what he proclaims to you.

Yuuji throws a punch at his brother’s hand, brows furrowing in concentration. Sukuna sits on the floor, cross-legged, and in front of Yuuji, who was standing at his full height. The older sighs, “Well, that was pathetic. Harder.”

The boy nods, obviously trying to hold back a smile. He wanted to seem just as serious as Sukuna did, but it was hard for the toddler due to how smiley he always seemed to be. But he lets out a tiny huff and brings his fists up to his face. Then, he makes a little “Hii-ya!” noise and slams his fist into Sukuna’s open palm.

“Okay, this ain’t working. Fuck, how are we of the same bloodline? I was not this weak,” Sukuna complains to himself, pulling his hands down. 

You roll your eyes and step into the room. “Maybe because he is a four-year-old. Don’t think it’s his job to be strong,” You say, and Sukuna’s eyes flicker to you. A smile pulls at his lips, and the man begins to stand up from the floor to greet you. Yuuji beats him to it though, letting a high-pitched squeal in excitement before running over to you.

You grin at the noise, watching the boy waddle over to you with bright eyes. You crouch down to his level and greet him, ruffling his hair. Then you pinch at his cheeks, ignoring the whine of complaint from Yuuji. “You are way too cute to fight! Huh, no fighting for you. You just gotta stay this small forever!” You coo, peppering kisses to the boy’s cheeks and forehead. 

The boy lets out a fit of giggles and a “Noooo! Wanna be big like Kuna!”

You shake your head, a fake pout on your face. “But Sukuna isn’t cute at all,” You half-heartedly complain, sparing a glance at your lover.

He walks up to the two of you and picks up Yuuji by the back of his hood, causing the kid to squirm in the air. Sukuna pays no mind to it, instead looking toward you, who is standing back up. “Don’t lie,” He scolds, and you raise your eyebrows, “I am adorable.”

You chuckle at him, rolling your eyes, and he in return presses a quick kiss to your lips. His brother begins to whine in complaint, causing the older to roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, quit whining. I’ll put you down in a second, little pest, but you need actually to put in some effort to fight me.”

“Okay!” Yuuji exclaims, and Sukuna sighs. Yuuji was so agreeable. When Sukuna was that age, he was supposedly a brat who argued with everyone, or at least that is what he had heard. Yuuji was strangely different than him. He didn’t know if he minded it or not.

Sukuna puts the boy down and sits again on the floor. He glances at you, who is taking a seat on the couch. Your eyes seem to read, play nice. It makes Sukuna want to roll his eyes, but the kid distracts him again, his tiny hands placed on the knees of Sukuna’s sweatpants while he grins up at his brother. The little beast had no concept of personal space, and the older of the two swears he can feel his brother practically breathing on him.

Sukuna pushes the boy off, sending him falling on his backside. “Sukuna,” You warn, but he ignores you. Yuuji only frowns and gets back up again, climbing back over to the other.

“Pretend im a kidnapper,” Sukuna demands, straightening his back and moving closer, taunting the small boy. “I am a very bad man who is going to take you home with me and lock you in my–”

“Sukuna!” You interrupt before Yuuji could hear his brother’s unneeded explanation. Yuuji seemed to stare owlishly at his brother, a little nervous but mostly confused about what he was talking about.

The man grins at you and shrugs his shoulders. But he abides to your wish with a scoff. “...Do bad things to you,” He weakly finishes. “Now, defend yourself!” 

Yuuji’s hands go up into his mouth, tiny fingers playing with his lips, and he shakes his head with a giggle. “But big brother will protect me!”

Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose, and you let out a small laugh. “I’m dead.” Yuuji’s face visibly falls. “The kidnapper killed me because you were too weak to defend yourself and save me. Now look, Y/N is all alone and helpless because of you.”

Your mouth opens in shock at the bluntness of it all. Yuujis eyes are wide, and he goes silent for a second. Then, his mouthline begins to wobble, and his eyes begin to water. “Kuna gone?”

Sukuna begins to backtrack, not wanting to deal with his brother’s tears. He stumbles toward the child, eyes wide. “It’s a hypothet–”

Yuuji’s scream sends you scrambling to your feet and over to the pair immediately. You grab Yuuji by the waste and swing him around, a huge, forced smile on your face. “And boom!” The force of it all startles the small boy, and he pauses his cries for a moment with owlish eyes while you continue to swing him around. “Y/N comes in and saves the day! And guess what, Sukuna was just sleeping!”

You place Yuuji on your side and help wipe his tears away. Only about two or three fell before you grabbed him, but still, his eyes seemed to be slightly puffy. The boy continues to sniffle, hands rubbing at his eyes. “Just sleeping?”

Before you could answer, Sukuna tears the boy from your arms. He holds him up in front of him by both of Yuuji’s underarms, causing the boy to dangle in the air. “I’m offended that you would think I would die so easily, brat.”

A smile begins to crawl up Yuuji’s face, but he shakes his head, and his voice holds a whine to it.  “Don’t. Don’t like it.”

Sukuna sighs before placing the boy on his hip. Yuuji seems to find comfort there, burying his head into his brother’s shirt. It was rare to be held by Sukuna, and Yuuji obviously wanted to soak up all the time he has up there. “Yeah, I don’t think I would like being dead either. Luckily, your brother is the strongest, so you won’t have to worry bout that, yeah?”

Yuuji nods into his brother’s side, grinning and possibly wiping snot onto Sukuna. You take this time also to add your say in the matter. “And I’m not helpless.” You glance at the man who was just remembering what he said in the moment.

“C’mon, maybe just a little?” He teases, and you step closer to the pair, fighting back a smile. But before you could retort another teasing bite, the boy interjects his opinion.

“Nuh-uh! Y/N saved us. You sleeping, Kuna!”

You fake gasp in realization of his words, and Yuuji’s eyes light up. “Oh my, you are so right, Yuuji! Don’t you think he is the helpless one?” You coax, and Yuuji seems to lean toward you at your excited tone.

He nods his head rapidly, not really knowing what he is agreeing to but just trying to mimic your actions. “Kuna helpless!”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at the two of you and pinches the boy’s cheek, looking down at his brother. “Says the one who had a whole breakdown over the word–”

“Sukuna.”

Sukuna takes a deep breath and glances at you and Yuuji’s big dark eyes. He shakes his head in defeat, “Yeah, guess I am, ain’t I?”

You crack a smile, and Yuuji squeals in delight, digging his tiny hands into his brother’s shirt. Sukuna ruffles the boy’s hair.

[seungkwansphd]

bean me up, scotty

pairing: coffee roaster!seungcheol x cafe manager!YN word count: 2K synopsis: you see seungcheol often enough at work. helpful daytime seungcheol, you can handle. but nighttime, arms fully out seungcheol? that's a problem. themes: fluff, SFW, work crush/work acquaintances vibes. beefy seungcheol. SCOUPS RIZZ at the end, implied smut.

a/n: @wavelikewhat came up with this concept and we both had different ideas about how to approach it, so it was super fun to write and then read both versions! def check hers out here.

“Hey boss, Mr. Choi is here!” the voice of one of your baristas pulled your mind out of inventory suddenly.

“Hey I told you not to to call me mister, kid,” Seungcheol’s voice followed. You can practically hear the pout in his tone, which drew a smile to your lips.

“I’ll be right out,” you called back and tucked your pencil behind your ear.

You stepped out of the back room to greet Choi Seungcheol, head roaster at Brandywine Coffee Roasters.

“Hey Cheol,” you greeted him with a smile, “You can leave the delivery in the usual spot. I’ll put it up later.”

“You sure? I have time today, you’re my last delivery,” he raised an eyebrow at you, an offer to help.

“Well, I won’t say no, if you have the time. I’ll caffeinate you,” you shrugged. This was your typical offer and as usual he took you up on it.

“Okay,” he nodded and rolled his dolly into the back room.

Brandywine was the core coffee roaster that you used at your cafe. Seungcheol had been your point of contact for almost a year now, so he knew his way around without any direction. He set to work on replenishing your two pound bags of espresso blend and let you handle the retail, one pound single-origins.

“Oh? You found it?” your eyes widened as you read the label of the bag in your hands. “Restricted oxygen?”

You had mentioned this specific type of processing to Seungcheol a few months ago. The low oxygen processing conditions selected for a unique proportion of microorganisms, yielding an unusual flavor profile once roasted. It seemed quite niche, so you were surprised to be holding a bag in your own hands. You set one bag aside for your personal tasting needs before shelving the rest of the bags.

“Got time to try this with me?” you asked as you both left the back room. “I can set us up a French press.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded. “Let me just put this back in the truck.”

“Sure,” you smiled at him, setting about prepping. You were giddy with excitement as you ground the beans. The aroma was already quite striking.

“Are we doing a tasting?” your youngest barista, Chan, asked curiously.

“Yes,” you nodded surely.

“Oh yay! Seungcheol whips up the coolest stuff. What is it today?”

“It’s a restricted oxygen process Ethiopia,” Seungcheol answered, appearing behind Dino. “Experimental processing, but cool. I’ll be interested to hear what you think, YN.”

“Whoa, that’s cool! Like leaning towards anaerobic, huh?”

“Yes, exactly that,” you grinned.

As the timer counted down, Chan helped a customer. Seungcheol stood with his arms crossed, watching you watch the timer.

“Missed you at the roaster showcase,” you commented as you depressed the French press plunger and poured the brew into cortado glasses.

“Eh, you know I don’t like that stuff. Sam is way better at those events. I heard it went well though, thanks again for letting us use the space.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, handing the glass to Seungcheol. It was hard to ignore the jolt you felt when his hands brushed over yours, but you liked to think you did your best. “Chan!” you beckoned during a lull in customers.

“Oh interesting!” Chan’s eyebrows raised with surprise, “It tastes almost like…peachy gummy rings? Fascinating!”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully as you tasted the liquid in your mouth. “I don’t know that I get peach gummy, but I see what you’re saying. There’s like fruit and sweetness, but it’s not very high, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Seungcheol nodded before taking another aerated sip. “Really neat, thanks for the suggestion, YN,” he nudged you gently.

You smiled sheepishly at him and ignored Chan’s pointed look. You could already tell that once Seungcheol left, you were going to get yet another earful about how you and the roaster were dancing around each other and denying mutual chemistry. You were overcome by an unreasonable desire to keep Seungcheol here longer so that you could avoid that.

“Something for the road?” you asked instead, shaking that thought out of your mind. “I have a seasonal cherry syrup and we’re doing a cherry cola espresso tonic that’s kind of fun for the summer.”

“Huh. Caffeine and caffeine?” Seungcheol considered the drink with amusement. “Sure, I���ll try it.”

“I’m assuming you’ll want YN to make it, as usual?” Chan teased, stepping back from the bar.

The roaster placed his hands into his packers and shrugged with a soft smile, but didn’t deny it. You laughed and set about crafting his featured beverage.

“I really think you two like each other!” Chan started practically before the door had swung shut behind Seungcheol.

“I do like Seungcheol. And his coffee.”

“I mean in a non-professional way. Please note I didn’t say unprofessional, because I don’t think it would be unprofessional. I just think you think he’s hot and he thinks you’re hot. He’s always taking your coffee suggestions and he looks at you a lot when you’re not looking.”

“Chan,” you planted your hands on your hips.

You didn’t want to talk about this with him anymore. He didn’t need to know that the reason was fear of it pushing your delulu brain further than it already was with this workplace crush. You liked Seungcheol, but you also only saw him at work, so it didn’t need to go further than that.

Outside, Seungcheol was grateful that he worked alone. If he’d had a Chan, they most certainly would’ve called him on the inordinately pleased look that had crossed his face when he’d caught the start of your conversation as he left. While it was a guess on Chan’s part, it at least reassured Seungcheol that he wasn’t the only person who had picked up on a potential something between you. Not that he felt ready to do anything about it yet, but he could at least be comforted that it wasn’t totally fabricated on his end.

…

“Eee, staff outing, I’m so excited!” Naomi and Chan squealed excitedly as they skipped towards the bar.

You smiled, thoroughly entertained, as you watched them. You hadn’t had a chance to do much prying yet, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they had started dating recently.

“The answer is yes,” Seungkwan, one of your higher seniority staff, clicked his tongue judgmentally at the pair.

“Huh?” your head whipped around to look at him more directly.

“They are dating. Just last week.”

You had to burst out laughing. For someone who’s life occasionally got quite messy, he could be quite judgemental, but he was also incredibly reliable and responsible in ways that made you grateful he’d continued to work with you for so long.

“Thank you for the updates as usual,” you smiled before grabbing his arm to pull him into the bar.

You spotted Naomi and Chan whispering to each other at the end of the bar and you made your way towards them.

“Okay, let’s thank Father Chip for bankrolling our annual staff outing. Please drink wisely,” you smiled at him. It was a sorry excuse for a grand speech, but it would do well enough to kick the night off.

You looked over the menu as Chan and Naomi waited to catch the eye of a bartender. You heard some commentary about a ‘beefcake’ as you wondered just what exactly Cynar was made out of.

“Oh, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Naomi bounced on her heels excitedly, which meant you had to decide what you wanted and quickly.

“Hey folks, what can I get-,” the bartender greeted you. You were just in the middle of recognizing his voice when he recognized you first. “Oh hey Chan, Naomi, Seungkwan! Is YN out with you?”

“Seungcheol?” you lifted your head, slightly bewildered, to meet eyes with Brandywine’s own head roaster.

“Hey,” he nodded at you. It was a normal greeting, but something about the way his eyes flicked over you afterwards made you impossibly nervous.

“Do you work here?” Seungkwan asked on your behalf.

“Not usually,” Seungcheol brought his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, “Sammy owns this place too and occasionally he needs a hand.”

Sammy was Seungcheol’s business partner at Brandywine, so this made some sense, but your brain and eyes were busy processing Seungcheol’s arm. Daytime Seungcheol was typically clad in a flannel or a solid Carhartt t-shirt, effectively hiding his build. Nighttime Seungcheol, however, was wearing a cut off t-shirt which favored you with a gratuitous view of his muscles. This was a problem for you.

“So what are we drinking?” Seungcheol asked, “Happy to make recommendations too.”

He held your gaze for a moment.

“I’ll do the Coco Bop,” Seungkwan ordered. Dino and Naomi quickly followed suit and before you knew it, Seungcheol stood before you, arms fully out, waiting for your order.

“What does Cynar taste like?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually. You want to try?” he asked before turning to grab the bottle. He poured out a partial shot and took a sip before handing it to you. When you set down the glass, you were both making mirrored grimacing faces at each other.

“That is foul,” you inhaled sharply, face warm from the overwhelming taste of the liquor. “Thank you though. I will have a glass of white wine, please.”

“Oh we have a skin fermented wine, I think you’ll like that. It’s got a little bit of that funk, like the low oxygen process. How’s that sound?”

“I’m sure it’ll be good!” you nodded, self conscious at the crowd that had built up behind you, eagerly awaiting their turn to order.

“This one’s on me,” he smiled when he returned with the glass.

“Oh no-, I-.”

“You comp me all the time. Let me get this one for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded before seeking out the rest of your staff. You just knew you were going to be teased about this interaction too.

Despite your best efforts, you and Seungcheol continued to cross paths and meet eyes the rest of the evening. Whether you were returning glassware, barreling into him as you left the bathroom, or feeling his gaze on you as you watched the others dance, it all seemed to affect you. Unfortunately for your brain, you liked this version of Seungcheol too and it made you curious for more.

Seungcheol watched you try to avoid his gaze and he glanced at the clock impatiently. He’d only agreed to take on the opening shift, so he had a handful of minutes left. He hoped that you’d stick around until then.

“You can leave now,” Sammy appeared at his side.

“Huh?”

“I’m worried your eyes are going to fall out of your head if you look any harder at YN,” Sammy rolled his eyes. He’d had a sneaking suspicion about you since Seungcheol had brought up the idea of participating in the coffee roaster showcase at your cafe.

“Wish me luck,” Seungcheol chuckled before heading towards you.

“And then she said-,” Seungkwan’s words trailed off as his eyes widened at you.

“What did she say?!” you demanded. You were surprised and confused when all three of them shook their heads and pointed at something behind you. Someone, rather.

“Hey,” Seungcheol was standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. “Are you hungry? I just finished up.”

“...I could eat,” you answered, heat zipping up your spine again.

“Did you drive?”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a ride then,” he smiled. He waved at Chan, Naomi, and Seungkwan before leading you out the staff entrance to his car.

“Should I plan to drop you off at home tonight or tomorrow?” he asked as he backed out of his parking spot.

If you’d been holding something, you most certainly would have dropped it. You bit your lip and still failed to hold in your gobsmacked grin at this line.

“...tomorrow.”

Seungcheol glanced over, eyes flicking over you again, before he smiled smugly and drove out of the parking lot.

[leos-regression-cove]

I have a request to have cg! Peter Parker x little! reader.

Reader had a ton to do at school (homework, tests, projects, etc) and had to stay big all week. They want to regress, but they don’t to keep Peter away from going on patrol so they try to stay big and they think Peter won’t notice. However, Peter notices.

Reader can be fem or gender neutral.

(I don’t know if that’s a good request, I just don’t see a lot with cg! peter parker 😭)

CG-Senses

CG!Peter Parker x GNLittle!Reader

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader is overwhelmed with homework and trying to stay big, but it makes them grumpy so a tired Caregiver!Peter stays home with them.

Word Count: 448

Warnings: Reader is grumpy and may come off as rude/sarcastic

A/N: This is such a cute concept and a very sweet prompt! CG!Peter Parker was fun to write and I'd love to do more with him if you have more ideas because idk if I did the dynamic justice in this short little oneshot.

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“Hey,” Peter shut the door behind him. “I brought you some Mexican food from that place down the street?” 

“Yeah, thanks, just set it down there,” you said. 

He did as you asked but then paused before walking into his room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Are your ‘spidey-senses’ tingling?” you asked sarcastically. 

Peter stopped putting on his suit and poked his head out the bedroom door to shoot you a look. 

Immediately, it almost made you crack. You drew in a breath a little quicker than you meant to and turned back to your homework. 

Then he softened. “I can hang out tonight if you want. I don’t need to go out…” he hinted. 

“I have homework,” you said. 

He leaned over your shoulder to take a look. “Do you want help with it? We can knock it out pretty quick--” 

“No! Go!” you said. “Go be spiderman!” you whined. 

“I don’t need to tonight. I can be here for you.”

“I’m a big kid!” you whined, starting to cry. Why was he staying here?! You had homework!

“I know, it was a big week for you. It’s okay. C’mon, come to daddy, I’ve got you.”

You hesitated to stand up but when you did, you couldn’t help but fall into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’ve got you. See? Not so bad.” 

“I have homework,” you whined. 

“I know, but I need you to eat and then we’ll do homework, okay?”

“You gotta work!” 

He shushed you and brought your crown up to his chin, resting his head atop yours. 

“I don’t have to patrol tonight. I have a baby to take care of.” 

“...Is it me?” you asked. 

He looked down at you and smiled. “Of course it’s you.” He paused for a moment. “And do you want to know a secret?” 

You nodded curiously. 

“I’m tired, too.” 

He helped you eat and you worked through your homework together before you could really regress. He turned on the tv for you and was laying out all your toys as you put on your kitten pajamas-- the one-piece with the hood and little orange cat face. 

There, you crawled into his lap as he sat on the floor with you, playing with your toys, crashing toy trucks together and having your action figures save the planet. 

You turned to hand one to him, but that’s when you noticed he was asleep. Back pressed up against the couch, he had gone night-night before you! He was always out so late that that almost never happened! 

You turned the tv off, and then the lights, and curled up next to him. A long rest was really what you both needed

[gachabastard]

Limbus Company Sinners as Fallen London Companions

Smashing my two hyperfixations together like dolls and making them kiss. What I'm seeking (lol) to do here is not to conflate the Sinners to existing Companions, but rather create Companions based off of them instead. If you know both things then this won't take any explaining.

For people who know Limbus Company but not Fallen London: Fallen London is a browser game made by Failbetter Studios. It is an alternate history of an 1800s London that has sunk deep below the earth into a subterranean cavern known as the Neath and is now overseen by the mysterious Masters of the Bazaar. You begin the game as a Surface-dweller who has recently descended into the Neath for certain reasons, which you are able to decide for yourself and act upon as you progress through the game. Companions are "equipment" of sorts that you can equip to increase (or lower) your character's stats. A full write-up of FL's mechanics could be another three separate posts on its own, so I recommend the wiki's Beginner's Guide and other resources therein to understand the mechanics I'll detail here. If you enjoy the writing in LCB you will most likely also love FL's writing. Please play it, it is awesome. (And lmk if you do, I'll add you as a friend and definitely not stab you in the back)

For people who know Fallen London but not Limbus Company: Limbus Company is a mobile game made by Project Moon. It is the third in a series of games, preceded by Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina, which are both available for purchase on Steam, though Limbus Company can be played independently of these if you want; the player avatar is an amnesiac so things are generally explained as needed (though Lobcorp and LoR are also very good and I recommend them, but you do have to buy those, so). The game centers around a department of the titular Limbus Company, the Limbus Company Bus Team (often shortened to LCB), the twelve individuals referred to as Sinners who make up the team, and their amnesiac Manager named Dante as they brave the ruins of the old branches of Lobotomy Corporation to retrieve strange objects known as Golden Boughs. All of the major characters in LCB are based off of classic literature (for example, Dante is based off of Dante's Inferno). If you like FL's writing you may enjoy LCB, but it is a gacha game which turns a lot of people off. For character info you can visit the Fandom wiki (yeah I know, it's a Fandom wiki), and if you want to read the story so far without playing the game you can check out this github page which contains all of the story text.

And if you don't know either...I don't know why you're reading this, but I hope my explanations and provided resources are enough to help you understand it regardless.

Okay, wall of text out of the way, let's get into the actual point of the post. This isn't meant to be balanced or anything this is just for fun because I'm diseased. Also LIMBUS SPOILERS THRU CANTO VI sorry.

Starting off with Sinner #1, Yi Sang:

Mirror-Marred Litterateur In the Mirror's glass, he observed endless possibilities. One such possibility observed him back. Watchful +4, Glasswork +2, Bizarre +1

Reasoning: Honestly? I thought about Sang Yi chilling in Parabola and that colored my whole concept here. But for real the whole Mirror thing is too perfect. Yi Sang defines Glasswork.

Sinner #2, Faust

Hell-Touched Engineer She hasn't the eyes of a devil, but builds infernal machinery previously unseen outside of Hell. Claims to know all outcomes, but shares precious little. Dreaded +2, Artisan of the Red Science +2, Decreases Nightmare build up

Reasoning: Something something Faust something something Mephistopheles something something her base EGO heals SP.

Sinner #3, Don Quixote

Dreaming Knight The only weapon stronger than a dream is delusion. Dangerous +5, Mithridacy +2, Increases Scandal build up

Reasoning: DQ is so skilled in Mithridacy she's got herself convinced of untruths, man. She's also allowed little a Scandal. As a treat.

Sinner #4, Ryoshu

Bohemian Blademaster Her masterwork blade is her brush; her enemies, her canvas. Legend has it that even the Boatman respects her work. Dangerous +4, Dreaded +2, Monstrous Anatomy +1

Reasoning: I feel like this one's pretty self-explanatory. I added a point of MA since I feel like she'd want to be a bit knowledgeable in monster anatomy for Art Reasons

Sinner #5, Meursault

Chained Stranger "The Neath is a prison," he says matter-of-factly, "And I am here because I am meant to be." Despite this, one could swear they saw the sun reflecting off his eyes. Persuasive +2, Respectable +3, Reduces Scandal build up

Reasoning: Hehe did you see what I did there. I referenced the thing. Anyway aside from being pretty blunt, he's probably the best candidate out of the whole group for Respectable.

Sinner #6, Hong Lu

Bright-Eyed Debonair New to the Neath, from an affluent Surface family. The Neath's many delights confuse and excite him. Persuasive +2, Shadowy +1, Kataleptic Toxicology +1

Reasoning: I think Hong Lu being new to the Neath fits with him being sheltered in canon. Also +1 KA cuz you know that boy is hittin that Honey. The Honey-Dens of Veilgarden already know him by name.

Sinner #7, Heathcliff

Bereaved Ruffian He knows the backstreets of London like the scars on his hands. He remembers that which the world does not, and waits. Dangerous +8, Shadowy -3, Chthonosophy +1

Reasoning: Oops Canto VI colored the fuck out of this one oops oops oops. Happy Firmament Day btw have some Chthonosophy. :)

Sinner #8, Ishmael

Zeefaring Pathfinder She's hunted the most feared creatures known to the Zee, losing her way to chart a path for her mad captain. Her compass will see that she never loses sight of her path again. Zeefaring +2, Monstrous Anatomy +3, Increases Nightmares build up

Reasoning: Ishy-Fishy you were made to embody Zeefaring and MA.

Sinner #9, Rodion

Lacre-Drowned Cardshark Born in a run-down corner of London where the Lacre falls thickest at Sacksmas, she knows a thing or two about cards. She wouldn't mind teaching you...for a price. Persuasive +4, Watchful +6

Reasoning: Heart's Desire vibes. That's it.

Sinner #10, Dante

Timepiece Manager An infernal timepiece ticks away where a head should be. They have no memories of their own, but they can never forget again. Chthonosophy +2, Steward of the Discordance +1, Dangerous -5, Reduces Wounds build up

Reasoning: Congratulations Dante on being the only bitch to not have the Discordance because the Discordance isn't real. Ummm I went off vibes here but tbh I think Dante should decrease your Dangerous by way more actually. Hell, let's make then decrease Dreaded too. Let's make them a Weasel of Woe.

Sinner #11, Sinclair

Unrealized Prodigy Young and anxious, jumping at every shadow. His potential is very promising. Dangerous +6, Dreaded +1, Increases Wounds build up

Reasoning: Sinclair may be baby. But he is Scary Baby.

Sinner #12, Outis

Commanding Oneironaut She's led the forces of Parabola to victory more times than you could count. Don't ask her any questions. Dangerous +8, A Player of Chess +2, Glasswork +1

Reasoning: Everybody shut the fuck up Parabolan War General Outis is everything to me, you hear me. EVERYTHING. She favors the Chessboard, obviously, with that +2 to APoC.

Sinner #13, Gregor

Metamorphic Veteran A large insectoid pincer sits where a right arm should be. He'll talk about pretty much anything but the details around that. Seriously, be careful around that thing. Dangerous +5, Shapeling Arts +3, Bizarre +2

Reasoning: You had to know Gregor would be the only bitch to get Shapeling Arts. Look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't. I wanted to give him Persuasive due to his amicability but also he actually. Sucks at being persuasive like canonically, so. Dangerous it is.

BONUS! Vergilius

The Red Gaze The most feared Fixer in the Neath. Whatever could you have done to strike up an alliance with him? Watchful +30, Shadowy +30, Dangerous +30, Persuasive +30, Greatly reduces Nightmare build up

Reasoning: He's the Red Goat I ain't gotta explain shit.

anyway hope you enjoyed even though you definitely didn't. i have a headache now so i'm gonna go consume painkillers and caffeine and go run mirror dungeons in lcb for that limbus battle pass.

[thaliathewriter]

hi <3 id like to request a neteyam x reader if that’s ok :)

maybe it could be a human reader and she has a phone and he asks about it and she just kind of shows him social media (e.g tiktok) and the phone and whatever? anything along those lines would be great. hopefully that make sense, thank you 💗

hi :) thank you sm for requesting, this was really fun writing. I thought this concept was so cute and funny, I hope you enjoy this story <3

warnings: none just fluff

Cuter Than Me?

After what felt like hours tending to the wounded who came back from the train carriers (idk what to call that scene), I was exhausted. I healed the last wounded and started walking back to my pod where I shared a home with the rest of the humans who were allowed and welcomed to stay with the Omaticaya clan. I got back and saw Lo’ak, Spider, and Kiri in the lab. 

“Hey (y/n)!” Kiri said cheerfully, they all turned to greet me. “Hey guys” i answered back, I turned to Lo’ak and hit him on the head not hard, but enough to hurt, “Hey what was that for (y/n)” he asked while rubbing his head, “that's for putting your brother in danger, what the hell were you thinking?” I scolded him. 

“I’m sorry okay, please don’t scold me, I heard enough of it from dad already.” he looked down. I know how overbearing Jake can be on him so I decided to just let it go, “Okay okay but promise me you’ll be more careful, speaking of careful, are you okay?” I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked at him searching for any open wounds. 

He chuckled lightly “I’m fine (y/n), and yes, I promise to be more careful, and don't worry your boyfriend is just fine.” he says referring to his older brother with a playful smirk. I hear Kiri and Spider laughing, I feel my face heat up, “Shut up Lo’ak he is not my boyfriend,” I reply, yes he was but they didn’t need to know that. Me and Neteyam decided to keep us private for now. “Yeah, not yet” Kiri says and they all start to laugh.

I roll my eyes ``Whatever you guys have fun, I’m gonna go lay down playing eywa today was very exhausting.” I say while exiting the lab. I finally made it to my room and changed out of my dirty clothes and finally landed on my bed with huff. I saw my phone on my night stand and decided to go on it. 

I was scrolling mindlessly until I heard my bedroom door open. As soon as I recognized who it was I felt a smile creep up on my face, “Neteyam” I said in a soft tone, “Hi my love” he smiled and replied. I got up and greeted him with a warm hug. It didn't last long because I pulled back examining his body for any wounds. He chuckled lightly and held my hands “I’m okay my love, I promise” 

I squeezed his hands and replied “thank eywa, I’m sorry, I’m just worried I heard what happened at the train wreck with your brother.” He nods and chuckles “News sure does travel fast, I don’t want to remember that though, I just want to be with my girl right now” he gently takes my face into my hands and kisses my lips softly.

 I yelp in surprise as he lifts me up and walks us to my bed. He falls down onto my bed and I land on top of him, I laugh and peck his lips once more before crawling off of him even though he protested for me not to. I didn’t want to either, but I didn’t want anyone walking in on us in that position. 

We were cuddling and playing around with each other on my bed when my phone started to ring. The vibration from my phone vibrated my bed and startled Neteyam, he immediately jumped off my bed, dragging me with him. He puts me behind him and prepares himself to fight the unknown “danger” he thought we were in. I soon realized his reasoning behind his actions and started to laugh uncontrollably. 

He looked at me as if I was crazy. “What are you doing, stay behind me, I don't want you to get hurt baby” he said with concern and anxiousness evident in his voice. I took his face in my hands “Nete you’re so cute” I said while laughing. His hard gaze softens, he looked so cute, he was confused and so fidgety looking around for the “danger”. 

I took one of my hands from his face and placed it in his hands, I said “Nete we are not in any danger, okay? No one is coming to hurt me or you, that sound and vibration was from my phone.” I reassured him in a slow and calm tone so he’d understand, I could see him relax, but he still seemed confused. 

I walked us back to my bed and brought my phone to him. “It came from this” he looked at it, I offered him to take it, he stared at the phone and hesitated but took it from my hands. Due to the movement my screen turned on, illuminating the picture of me and Neteyam on my lock screen. He smiled “Hey thats me and you, I remember this photo, I have the same one in my room” I smiled widely at his confession. 

I could tell he had more questions. “What is it used for?” he asked, “It’s mostly used for communication, but you can use it for all sorts of stuff. Like taking photos, researching, and connecting with other people.” I explained while he listened intently. “How come I’ve never seen you use it before?” he asked, “Well for it to properly work you need wifi, and on Pandora wifi is only in our human pods, so I don't take it out much since it would be pretty useless.”

For the next 2 hours we spent in my room I taught him more about my phone. Exploring the apps I had on my phone and taking about one million selfies with each other, some with him kissing my cheek, me sticking my tongue out at him, and making funny faces at each other. 

The sparkle in his eyes every time he’d learned something new brought me pure joy. he tried playing flappy bird but he never made it far, his little pout made me giggle, he handed me the phone and told me to try every time I beat my high score he would throw a fit and whine “baby you’re cheating,” I laughed “Nete it’s just a game, you’ll get use to it and beat me eventually”

He was lying on his back exploring more apps while I lay on top of him drawing random shapes into his chest. He opened tiktok, music immediately started to play and my screen displayed a human boy lip syncing. Neteyam frowned and looked at me “Who is this boy on your phone?” He showed me.

I smiled, “this app is called tiktok, it's an app where you make short videos to entertain people,” I explained. His eyebrows furrowed and looked at the boy on the screen “You find him entertaining?” jealousy dripped from his voice, I decided to tease him “Yeah, he is cute” I said playfully. 

He could tell I was joking from my tone, he turned off my phone and threw it near my pillows. He smiled mischievously “Oh is that right my love?” he asked in a teasing tone, I smiled and nodded in response. I giggled as he flipped us over, he was now on top, inching his face closer and closer to mine. His breath fanned over my face as he asked “Cuter than me?” as I slowly shake my head my nose bumps into his.

I stared at every inch of his beautiful face, every white freckle, every scar, his smile and every light blue mark on his face. I caress his right cheek with my hand and he leans into it making me smile. “No Nete, never cuter than you.”

[lambertdiary]

hiii can I request a fanfic where the lipstick demon is high key obsessed with the reader and taunts dalton about it in his dreams and then when it comes to him being possessed like in the movie he was daltons more scared for the reader than himself and when he wakes up his body is like mid way between hurting the reader and he just feels so guilty but clingy incase the demon comes back (I’ve had this idea for a while but I lack writing talent lol) ? thank u if u do write it 💞💞

A/N: omg thank you so much for your request! I’m obsessed with the concept and I had a lot of fun writing this. I think it turned out okay, so hopefully you’ll like it too and hopefully this is something like what you wanted. Please feel free to let me know what you think!!

Word count: 1.8k+

Warnings: established relationship, angst, the further, blood, language

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Echoes And Shadows

Dalton is constantly worried about his ‘gift’, he’s terrified of his out-of-body experiences, the realm he travels to, the spirits that constantly stalk him and threaten to take his body, and the dangers that go as far as threatening the safety of his own friends. He was aware of all of them, but he was mostly aware of one of these things going after his girlfriend, so he tried really hard to stay away from that, although sometimes he couldn’t really help it. But right now, his biggest worry is his sick girlfriend.

“I’m sorry we can’t go to the movies today” Dalton said, dropping Chris off at her dorm. Y/N, Dalton and Chris were supposed to have a movie day together for their ‘third wheel session’ (as Chris liked to call it) of the week, but as soon as Y/N said she was feeling a little under the weather Dalton called the whole thing off.

“It’s ok, I get it” Chris opened her door and took her things from Dalton’s hands “Lover boy has medical duties, and I suppose no one can stop you” 

Dalton was slightly overprotective when it came to Y/N “I guess not” He replied smiling at his friend. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll get over it” Dalton just chuckled. He felt bad for canceling on Chris, he really did, but the last thing he wanted was for Y/N to get worse “Well, thanks for walking with me, tell Y/N she can keep my hooter” She exclaimed before closing the door.

Y/N was waiting for Dalton in his dorm, wrapped around his sheets and wearing her comfy pajamas. As he opened the door, he potted her still on his bed, sipping on a hot cup of tea she made for herself while she waited for her boyfriend to come back from class.

“Hey” Y/N whispered with bright eyes at the presence of Dalton.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked sitting next to her, taking the cup from her hands and placing it to the desk next to them.

“Yeah, I think so” Y/N replied, giving him a soft smile. Dalton’s hand went straight to her forehead. His face grew worried as he felt her hot skin against his hand.

“Are you sure you’re feeling better? You’re burning up” He questioned again.

“Dalton, I’ll be fine” She said, removing her boyfriend’s hand from her face “Come here, I just wanna cuddle” She confessed, tugging at his shirt forcing him to get closer “We can still watch something later, was Chris mad?”

“No, she can take it” Dalton softly laid next to her, carefully not to hurt her “Is there anything you need?” He asked as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, watching as she closed her eyes and burrowed her head deep into his chest.

“No, I just need to rest for a bit” She whispered.

And so they cuddled. Y/N fell asleep quickly, which was a good thing cause Dalton thought she needed it, and he just looked at her, admiring her relaxed face, the way her chest moved when she breathed and if he focused hard enough, he could feel her heartbeats against him. And before Dalton could stop himself, his relaxed state he soon drove him into a deep sleep. Which could only be a problem for him. 

He realized his mistake when he opened his eyes and perceived nothing but a suffocating darkness. He looked around him, trying to find a source of light but the shadows and echoes around him flooded his mind. As he took a few steps he felt his soul sink deeper into this realm, almost as if he was getting detached from his physical body.

Suddenly, a loud noise behind him caught his attention. Turning around, he saw the familiar red lit lair. Not seeing any other option, Dalton decided to walk into the demonic space looking for a way out of that place before anything could find him. Or his body.

Back in the real world, Y/N was still sleeping, holding his torso close to her. A few seconds later he opened his eyes and smirked as he gained consciousness in Dalton’s body. Standing up from the bed, he took a deep breath and examined the presence in front of him. There she was, so… defenseless.

Y/N opened her eyes at the loss of contact “Dalton?” She whispered with her eyes still tired, reaching out for him.

“Still scared of the dark?” He rumbled. Y/N rubbed her eyes quickly. The once familiar voice was now distorted and the soft blue eyes she was used to seeing in her boyfriend were nowhere to be seen. 

“Dalton?” She hopelessly repeated, fear consuming her and confusion fogging her thoughts, ‘How is this happening again? Didn’t Dalton and his dad close that damn door?’

“He can’t hear you” She heard the entity say, getting in the bed dangerously close to her “It’s just you and me” Y/N could feel Dalton breathing in her face, making wheezing noises as it tried to grab her cheek.  

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, trying to avoid seeing Dalton's body in such a state. But even then, she could feel the demon’s malevolent intentions. Eventually, the demon took a step back, looking around the dorm for something he could use to cause harm to the girl sitting in the bed. A string of lights caught his attention, so he moved to the other side of the room to collect them. 

Y/N finally opened her eyes but didn’t dare to say a word, the unsettling atmosphere filling the room as she scanned it looking for Dalton. Finally, her eyes landed on him, watching him as he gathered something from the floor.

Y/N stood up from her spot on the bed and ran towards the light switch, desperately pressing it in a failed attempt to light up the dorm. When the entity noticed this, he turned around to face Y/N, as he slowly approached her, she paid attention to the yellowed eyes and dark features on her boyfriend's face, and as her eyes began to fill with tears with forced breath she yelled “Dalton!”

In the Further, Dalton had a bad feeling. He walked around for a bit, trying to be as quiet as possible to not draw any attention to himself. If the lipstick demon caught him, it would be impossible to get back to his body. Looking for a way out he spotted a lantern in the middle of the room, he quickly walked towards the light, and as he kneeled to grab it, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. A string of lights hanging from the roof, the same ones Y/N brought to his dorm when the Red-Face Demon claimed his physical body a few months back.

With shaky hands, Dalton reached for the lights, and a different part of the lair lit up, revealing mannequins of Y/N and Chris making up a perfectly crafted scene of when they dealt with his possessed body for the first time “Dalton!” He heard an echoey scream.

It suddenly hit him: it happened again. His physical body was just a vessel for the demon he feared the most, probably using him to hurt the girl he loved the most. He turned around and started running, desperately trying to find his way out of the dark realm and back to his body.

Y/N saw Dalton lift his arm. Preparing for the worst, her body flew across the room, landing on the desk making a mess of Dalton’s stuff and probably damaging his sketches and canvases.

She quickly lifted her head to look at the thing, it was getting closer to her, with an intense stare and an evil smirk while his hands focused on the string of lights, wrapping them around his big hands. Blood started dripping from his mouth and eerie sounds were coming from everywhere.

Y/N’s mind was overwhelmed with dread. She looked at him, wondering if Dalton was okay on the other side. The demon stopped in front of her and Dalton’s face was almost unrecognizable, his hair being the only distinguishable feature, Y/N feared this was way worse than last time.

Dalton’s hands stopped adjusting the string, and he began to place it around her neck. She was unable to move, too scared to even breathe at that point. She closed her eyes and awaited her inevitable doom.

Suddenly, she heard Dalton gasp loudly. Still scared, she opened her eyes and found Dalton’s normal being, and with a terrified look on his face he quickly dropped the string and apologies began to fall from his lips as he held Y/N's face.

“Dalton?” She whispered.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve never put you through this” He said with a broken voice.

“Is it really you?” She asked looking for the familiar blue eyes, relieved at the warm touch of her boyfriend, she inhaled deeply and gave him a soft smile.

“Where did I hurt you?” Dalton asked, desperately examining every inch of Y/N’s body, helping her get back onto his bed.

“You didn’t do this” Her voice was loud “You know this wasn’t you”

“This is my fault-”

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked in a worried tone. 

Dalton looked at her speechless, did she really just asked him if he was ok when she was the one attacked by a demon? One that he dragged into her life? “I only care if you’re ok” He said, bringing her arm up to his mouth after he spotted a bruise “Where else did I hurt you?” Dalton asked as he kissed Y/N’s arm.

“What happened? I thought the door was closed” Y/N was worried something like this would happen again, she was worried Dalton wouldn’t wake up next time.

“I- I’ve been having nightmares again” He replied with his head down “But I didn’t think they were strong enough to pull me out of my body again”

Oh, Y/N was worried, and honestly a little annoyed he never told her this.

“I know what you’re thinking and you’re right, I should’ve told you” Dalton left his bed and went to get a first aid kit, he sat carefully next to Y/N and started taking care of her, his blood boiling as she detailed how and where the spirit hurt her. After finishing up, Y/N insisted she wanted to cuddle again “I’m so sorry Y/N” Cupping her face, he leaned in for a kiss, a little worried she would reject him after what happened.

Thankfully, she kissed him back “Please, stop apologizing or I might break up with you”

After a few more kisses, Dalton stopped and looked at her "What do you need?" He asked her, softly rubbing her hair avoiding any harmed parts.

"I need you to be honest with me"

"I promise" Dalton chuckled and stood up, Y/N watched as he walked to the other bed, laying down and making himself comfortable  “Let’s be cautious tonight”

[ambrosiagourmet]

I notice no one has asked yet so for the character thing: laios! Or if you want to go for a less common one: the winged lion

Laios!!!!!!

First impression

Honestly its hard to even limit this within the confines of starting the actual manga. I genuinely think I'd have to say my real first impression of Laios was the "autism be damned, my boy can work a grill" joke that gets passed around a lot 😭

Impression now

Older brother.

Loves his friends and family so much. Let him infodump!!!!! A guy that can character arc so hard he becomes a king because its the only way to deal with the things he can no longer let himself look away from. A guy who wants to eat a good meal. A guy who wants everyone to eat a good meal.

A guy who can be all that and still kind of pettily complain that he doesn't get to hang out with monsters anymore & can mope about it soooo annoyingly. A guy who decided to eat the concept of all-consuming hunger because it was the only way to deal with the problem so he might as well try. A guy who can completely change his life by deciding to share his special interest. A guy who can imitate a dog really well.

Favorite moment

Don't make me choooose... okay I'm gonna do three:

1. Assembling Falin's bones with Marcille

The humor. The patience. The slow realization that, despite how absurd of a task it is, it is actually all possible. The moments of admiration for the way skeletons work, the love of the details, the care of assembling all three skeletons just to make sure they get Falin right. Iconic scene.

2. Killing Falin

"Unable to make myself accept. Unable to make myself resist" lives in my soul now idk what else to say. Life is so vibrant and horrifying and raw and beautiful and to let yourself fully be a part of it you must take up space. You must consume. You must fight. You must take and be taken from. Ourgh

3. Talking Marcille down

I love that he looks so goofy on his way up to her. I love the context of how much he refuses to give up on her leading up to this, and how he refuses to give up on her now. I love how everyone is part of this scene, but he's the first one to cross the threshold. I love how she almost blows him up but can't do it (fun fact: this exact situation/post was how she killed Mithrun a couple of chapters ago. It was close).

I love the way he appeals to her mostly just with messy honesty, and I love the silly three rules callback. It's such a sweet chapter.

Also honorary mention for the final page of the story, which gets me every time.

Idea for a story

I'm actually currently fiddling with a longer story concept dealing with the question of Laios needing an heir. Dungeon Meshi is grounded enough in politics that it genuinely feels like a question that the characters will have to grapple with at some point. At the same time, there's no way that like arranged marriage and even having kids in general are not messy topics for Laios and I don't think anyone involved would want to force him to be miserable.

(I also don't personally like the idea of Falin as his heir ftr, bc I think forcing Falin into that role sucks and I don't think anyone would go for it)

So how DO they deal with the issue? Idk! I might write a long meandering story about it! Maybe! I want to, at least.

Unpopular opinion

Ughhhh I don't realllly want to poke this with a stick but yeah I definitely think my most generic (apparently????) Unpopular Opinion with Laios is just that his relationship with Marcille is meaningful and loving. I personally don't view it as romantic and they mean a lot to me as a platonic-life-partners kind of thing, but I also think that dividing relationships in general into Ships TM and Definitely Not Ships isn't really appealing to me personally. I just care them.

(at the same time I really do worry about trying to write about them and it being taken as romantic despite me very intentionally not framing it as such. idk, navigating this stuff is complicated.)

Favorite relationship

UGHHHH LIKE. It is probably him and Marcille. But it's so hard to rank that against him and Falin. Both relationships mean a lot to me and I love them and I love to think about them.

Because him and Marcille have more on the page interactions to dig into and because I don't see them discussed as much, I do tend to gravitate to Marcille & Laios stuff above all else. But like.... don't make me actually commit to picking.

Favorite headcanon

I can't think of a strong answer for this so I'm going to make one up on the spot: I think he giggled to himself soooo much when he included the winged lion in his king outfit but made it so that it looks like the wolf head is eating it. I think he continues to giggle about it years later. I think he gets dressed in the morning and puts on his cloak and goes "get ate, idiot" as he fastens it around his shoulders.

Oh actually for a more genuine headcanon related to the story thing I mentioned above: I think Laios is really good with kids but would be scared of having any of his own. I think he'd have trouble with the classic "I don't want to mess them up the way my dad messed me up" abused kid struggle.

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request a yandere arkhamverse catwoman concept? -🎂

Yes! Catwoman could be fun to write ^^ I used the Arkham wiki for her personality and appearance but this could probably go for any Catwoman. Takes place during no specific game.

Yandere! Arkham!Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Flirtatious behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Blood, Protective/Possessive, Violence, Forced relationship.

Selina seems like she could be an interesting but docile yandere.

I say this as compared to most DC yanderes originating in Gotham she isn't really violent.

She is neither villain or hero and goes her own path.

While most would kill to keep their darling to themselves, Selina does not.

As a whole she avoids fatal force, stating she isn't psychopathic.

She steals things, that's how she's survived in this world.

She doesn't need murder to do it.

Like the Harley concept you requested I'm going to explore her going from platonic to romantic.

Selina isn't that bad of an ally when she decides to help.

Maybe how you meet is you're someone who helps Batman.

As in, maybe you're part of the Bat family in someway or just an ally.

Not necessarily as a hero, you could be a detective or something similar.

That way you and Selina would have crossed paths multiple times.

You are aware of the history Batman has with Catwoman.

Despite her being a criminal she can be helpful as a spy.

As a result your communication with each other may be sharing information to aid Batman.

Selina is a naturally flirtatious yandere.

As a platonic she could be teasing but would hold her flirting off for Batman.

Selina seems like she'd be okay as a friend with you.

Things between you primarily starts with exchanging information or small chats.

At first you're hesitant to converse with her.

Yet she eases your worries with her charm.

She'll be well behaved when you speak, she promises.

Your friendship with each other is strictly business related for awhile.

Nothing forced, it's mutual, especially when you two start to speak more outside of business.

Soon you two start to interact away from Batman.

You try not to let Batman know that you've become friends with the burglar.

Honestly, a friendship with Selina seems relatively normal.

She has a tendency to show up at strange times to speak with you as friends.

You could say she's stalking you... she is but she'd never tell you.

Selina is someone who plays her cards right.

She doesn't mind taking risks when it comes to you, like how it's a risk to hunt you down after a robbery.

Especially if you are an ally of Batman.

She picks her words around you and is manipulative at times.

As a friend she'll be simply looking out for you.

When she has time after one of her clients she'll hunt down your location and just watch.

If she feels up to it she prepares a conversation and meets up with you.

She's mostly the type to watch over you and doesn't drag you into many things.

She tries to respect your personal life and give you privacy.

But if you're out and about then... surely you won't mind if your friend follows, yeah?

You won't notice her anyways.

It's when she develops the more romantic type of feelings that she can become more intense.

Selina would be an intense romantic yandere.

Her friendly teasing over time becomes playful flirting.

You try to tell her to knock it off but she doesn't entirely want to listen.

She's stubborn.

Her occasional feelings of wanting to jump in to help you turns into something more sadistic.

Now she feels like getting her claws bloody for those who try to take what she feels is hers.

Speaking of taking what's hers, Selina would be on the more possessive side as a romantic yandere.

Cats can get rather territorial, no?

Plus, maybe she's even had eyes on you since you two became friends.

The perfect jewel for her collection...

She just loves jewels.

If someone threatened you she'd step in regardless of how she feels.

Sometimes you have to get your claws dirty... but she'd never kill them.

Batman can do whatever he wishes with them, she's done what she wants with them.

While Selina isn't the most violent Gotham yandere, she'd certainly kidnap you.

She's a thief who takes what she wants.

You happen to be someone she wants once she realizes she loves you.

She stalks you from the darkness for a long time before pouncing.

She apologizes for betraying her trust but hopefully you forgive her reasoning.

Even if you didn't, she doesn't care.

Once she has you she's flirty yet caring.

She confesses the reason she hid you away was because she loves you.

She isn't sure why she didn't see it before.

She'll keep you in a room lined with her favorite pieces.

You look perfect in the middle on that bed she's picked.

She'll even steal you a few gifts to give you.

Her little treat to you....

She even admits she's been jealous of the people you're around at times.

She wishes she made them blind with her claws.

Essentially, once she has you she confesses what she's been doing since she's known you.

She should've done this sooner.

It's thanks to her you're safe and thanks to her that you were able to help Batman.

She feels there should be... compensation?

She didn't really wish to resort to manipulation and kidnapping...

But the cat knows what she wants when she sees it.

You're the best prize she's stolen yet.

"Oh, baby, don't give me such a look. You've skillfully stolen my heart, it's only fair I get to have you in return, isn't it?"

[3lli3l0v3r]

could u pls explain the structure of hallway crush ellie?

totally!

okay so firstly. we have "teasers" one and two. these are like the little introductions to the au, the planting of the seeds, if you will.

and then you have the REAL fic, titled "how soon is now?" which is based on those original ideas, and expanded into a proper story with fluff and angst and pining and all that jazz. you don't need to read the first two ideas to get what's going on, but the beginning is a little shabby because i didn’t wanna repeat too much of what had happened originally, but just mention it briefly. currently writing this, it shouldddd be up by the end of the week, but don't quote me on that.

however!! that will have a direct continuation, because it's quite long.....and i may have made a deathly cliffhanger. oopsies. (i'll tell y'all the title of that one later on down the line, if you can guess what it is then you get a round of applause and a forehead kiss)

++ i've really grown to love that little character and the silly universe, so i wish to do some fun side-story type things with it as well, that take place scattered around within the story but are like lil bonuses.

so yeah, that's it. hope this answers your question anon! had i known the concept would blow up so much, i would've structured it better, but it is what it is 🤷

[chelseachilly]

the easy silence that you make for me

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: you’ve been struggling with anxiety due to stress at work recently, and you refuse to let ben see it until he flies you out to mykonos for the weekend and you can’t keep it in anymore (fluff + light angst) warnings: mentions of an anxiety attack word count: 5k

author’s note: thanks to the anon who requested this, it was nice to write something quick (which ended up being 5k lmao) before embarking on my next ben multi-chap! if anyone has any more concept/one-shot requests for ben in the meantime feel free to send them my way 🥰

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After an exhausting season for Chelsea and a particularly difficult one for Ben with his second major injury in two years and missing the World Cup, you know badly he’s in need of a holiday.

When he tells you of his travel plans with the boys for the beginning of summer, a part of you feels relieved that he’s going to finally get the chance to unwind with his mates and leave the past year behind him.

Another part of you, though, is dreading him being away.

You haven’t wanted to bother Ben with it, as he’s had enough of his own stuff going on, but work has been kicking your arse lately. You got promoted recently and although it seemed great at first, it’s more responsibility than you anticipated and much more stress.

The only solace you’ve found during this time has been in Ben. Although you haven’t let him see how much you’re struggling, just his presence is incredibly comforting to you. To come home after a long, terrible day and find him standing in the kitchen making you dinner in his underwear, a bright smile on his face when he sees you, is all the remedy you need.

The moment he leaves for Spain, you feel your mental health start to decline. You know you can’t be with him all the time, and you’ve certainly dealt with separations before when he was away on international break, but this is by far the hardest one yet.

Ben texts you constantly throughout the trip, updating you on the fun he’s having with the boys at the F1 and telling you how much he wishes you were there with him. Obviously, you can’t take weeks off to follow him around Europe, as much as you wish you could.

You struggle more and more as the first two weeks of his time away comes to an end. The days are long, as you work yourself to the bone and come home completely exhausted, but the nights are even harder as you find it increasingly difficult to fall asleep without Ben next to you.

One night, when you know for a fact that Ben is chilling with the boys at the house they’ve rented in Mykonos as you’re tossing and turning in bed, you admit defeat and reach for your phone to text him. It’s a couple hours later there, but they’re probably still up.

You Hey, are you still awake? x

Ben ❤️ Yeah, what’s up baby? Everything ok?

You Just having trouble sleeping

Your phone starts ringing within seconds, and you accept Ben’s call right away.

“Hi,” you mumble quietly into the phone, sitting up a bit in bed.

“Are you alright, love?” Ben asks you, his voice full of concern.

“I’m fine,” you say quickly, snuggling into the pillow that still smells a bit like him. “I just miss you.”

It’s not the entire truth, but you know it’s all you can say to him without him booking a flight home to you this instant and abandoning his holiday, so you leave it at that.

“Oh, babe, I miss you too,” Ben sighs. “One more week, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agree halfheartedly, though that feels like centuries right now.

“Are you really okay?” Ben asks worriedly. “Because I can come home-“

“No way, Ben,” you cut him off. “You’re not coming home early for me, I won’t allow it.”

“But-“

“I’m fine, I swear,” you lie. “I just needed to hear your voice for a bit.”

That part is true - Ben’s soft, soothing voice is like music to your ears, making you feel more relaxed already.

There are muffled voices on the other end for a moment, and then Ben speaks again.

“Why don’t you fly out after work tomorrow and spend the weekend here?”

Although the thought of being in Ben’s arms less than 24 hours from now is incredibly appealing, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

For one thing, you don’t want to spend the money on a last-minute flight, and though you know Ben will offer to pay for it, you don’t like how much money he spends on you as it is.

You also feel a bit weird crashing his boys trip, knowing that none of the other guys’ girlfriends are there at the moment and you would be the only one.

When you voice these concerns to Ben, however, he won’t hear it.

“Babe, don’t be silly, we’d love to have you. I just asked the boys and they all agreed,” he insists. “And I’m getting you a flight right now-“

“Ben, I-“

“Look, I miss you like crazy too, so it’s more of a gift for me than anything else,” he tells you. “We’ll just have a nice relaxing weekend and you’ll be back at work for Monday. Please, Y/N?”

You pause for a moment, but you know you’re incapable of saying no to him, especially when you miss him this badly and are struggling so much.

“Alright, I’ll come,” you say with a small smile.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see you,” Ben responds, and you can hear his grin through the phone. “I’ll send you the flight details and pick you up at the airport when you get here. Just try to get some sleep now, okay?”

The thought of being able to fall asleep in his arms tomorrow is just enough to be able to lull you to rest tonight, so after exchanging “I love you”s you bid him goodnight and close your eyes.

-

The next day, your anxiety persists as you hurry to finish up your work responsibilities so that you can make your flight on time.

Unfortunately, a last-minute emergency (which there seem to be a lot of these days) at the office means that you have to scramble to get out of there on time to get home, pack, and make your way to the airport.

Your stress dissipates a bit as you settle in for the flight, enjoying the comfy first class seat Ben got you and a couple glasses of champagne. Most importantly, you remind yourself that you’ll soon be by Ben’s side and everything will be right in your world again.

By the time you land on Mykonos, you’re already feeling a bit better, but it’s nothing compared to when you see your boyfriend for the first time in two weeks.

He’s standing in the arrivals area, wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts with his blue Nikes. He’s slightly tan, his hair is a bit tousled, and he looks more relaxed than you’ve seen him all year. He also looks incredibly attractive to you right now (even more so than usual) which could be his whole holiday vibe or the fact that you haven’t seen him in weeks - or both.

The moment he sees you, his bright blue-green eyes that rival the colour of the sea you just flew over light up and his face stretches into a smile.

He jogs over to you with open arms and you meet him halfway, dropping your bag to throw your arms around him and hug him tightly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Ben mumbles into your hair as he hugs you just as close, briefly lifting your feet off the ground. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you sigh into his neck, pressing a few quick kisses there. “So much, Ben.”

You could almost cry from the relief of being held by him, his hand rubbing circles on your lower back and the scent of his aftershave as you breathe him in making your worries melt away.

When Ben tries to pull back a bit and you reflexively cling to him tighter, not ready to let him go, he just tightens his grip on you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Is everything okay, love?” he whispers near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Of course, after a couple of years together, Ben is able to read you pretty easily. Between your phone call last night and the way you’re clinging to him like a lifeline right now, it’s fairly obvious that something is up with you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say to him, grateful your face is still buried in his neck so he can’t tell you’re lying.

You aren’t all good, but you are better than you’ve been since he left, and you aren’t going to waste your weekend together before another week and a half apart. There’s still a pit of anxiety in your stomach, but you’re determined to not let that ruin your time with him or his holiday.

To prove your point, you pull back from him and take his face in your hands, admiring him for a moment before pulling him in for a long kiss.

He sighs into your mouth and grips your waist tighter as you kiss him, both of you wanting it to escalate more than you reasonably can in the middle of an airport.

When you pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment, you think the kiss may have erased Ben’s previous concern from his mind, but no such luck.

“You promise you’re alright?” Ben murmurs, cupping your face and brushing your cheek with his thumb. “I was worried about you last night.”

Your heart swells with affection for a moment at his gentle concern, but then you remember this is the last thing you want - Ben should be relaxing, not worrying about you.

“I promise, babe,” you say with another gentle peck to his lips. “I was just missing you, but I’m good now. Perfect, actually.”

Ben nods, though he still looks slightly unconvinced. He does drop the subject though, at least for now.

Grabbing your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, Ben leads you out of the airport to the car that’s waiting to take you back to the house.

You can tell how much lighter he seems than the last time you saw him, telling you excitedly about everything he and the boys have been getting up to and how nice it’s been.

When you arrive at the beautiful house with an infinity pool overlooking the sea, you’re greeted with enthusiasm by all of Ben’s mates. They’re always nice to you, and have been since you first met them at the beginning of the relationship, but you wonder if Ben told them to be extra nice or something - Harvey has you in a tight hug and Anish is offering you a cocktail before you’re even through the door.

You all settle into the patio furniture out back with some drinks and dinner that the guys made, enjoying some music and the gorgeous sunset over the water. It takes you a bit of time to ease into the relaxation after being so tense for weeks, but it’s hard not to feel at total peace when you’re in such a beautiful place surrounded by people you love.

You’re curled up on the sofa with Ben, your legs draped over his lap and your hands intertwined, when the idea of going to a club is suggested.

While all the others are in agreement, Ben turns to you and murmurs quietly in your ear.

“Totally up to you, babe,” he says. “I’d be just as happy to stay here with you and watch a film or something.”

As appealing as it sounds to stay in alone with Ben, all the boys seem to be buzzing to go out and you don’t want to put a damper on things by insisting he stay here with you.

“No, let’s go,” you say with a small smile, trying to encourage yourself as well. “It’ll be fun, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ben grins, leaning in to kiss you.

You quickly get ready while Ben takes a quick shower, grateful that you remembered to bring one outfit suitable for going out, a simple light blue dress with matching heels.

You’re just doing up the straps on your shoes, sitting on the bed, when Ben walks out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You take a moment to admire your boyfriend, your eyes raking over his defined muscles.

“You look incredible,” Ben says, walking in your direction with a smile on his face.

“You look pretty good right now, too,” you tease, very obviously checking him out.

“Oh yeah?” Ben smirks, coming closer and bending down to kiss you.

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips, hands resting on his bare shoulders as you anchor yourself to him, pulling him in for another deep kiss.

You’re interrupted by the sound of someone knocking, immediately followed by Tom’s voice on the other side of the door.

“I’ve ordered the Uber, hurry up you two!”

Ben groans and reluctantly pulls away from you with one more quick kiss.

“To be continued,” he says emphatically as he goes to get dressed.

“Definitely,” you chuckle, already looking forward to getting lost in him the moment you get back tonight.

Within ten minutes, you’re all out the door and on the way to the club. It’s a big, glamorous beachfront club that’s already packed with hundreds of people by the time you arrive. Clubbing was never really your thing, but you’ve found that the ones Ben and his friends go to - on the higher end, with decent music and comfy booths - are generally pretty fun.

Harvey gives your names at the door and soon you’re immersed in the party, Ben’s arm wrapped protectively around your waist as you navigate the room to get to the VIP section.

The first hour or so you’re there is mostly nice, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against Ben’s side as you sip on overpriced champagne and enjoy the music. You have fun chatting and catching up with all the boys about their various work endeavours and the girls they’re seeing.

You try to suppress thoughts of work and all the stress that is waiting for you when you return to reality on Monday, and you’re mostly successful.

Until you make the mistake of checking your phone in the bathroom and see a million work-related emails that have piled up since you last looked.

You know everything can wait til after your little weekend getaway is over, but the thought of facing another week of hell without Ben home to calm your nerves is enough to make you begin to spiral. You’re already at your stress limit, and you’re not sure how much more you can take before you hit your breaking point.

Suddenly feeling a need to get back to your group - specifically to Ben - you rush out of the washroom.

The bright strobe lights and the loud music, compounded with the way your mind is already racing makes it hard to breathe. You’re completely disoriented as you look around the room, trying to remember where you’re going as you navigate the sea of people.

All the negative thoughts swimming around in your brain and the stress are heightening your senses, and you nearly lose your footing, having to grab onto a railing for stability.

“Y/N? What are you - are you alright?”

You’re calmed slightly by the familiar voice, managing to look up and meet eyes with Tom in the midst of your impending panic attack. He looks confused and a bit worried, obviously not understanding what’s wrong with you. You don’t really know what’s wrong with you in the moment either, just that you can’t breathe properly and you need Ben.

“Did something happen?” Tom asks again, still frantic.

“I-I can’t-“ you try to say, grabbing Tom’s arm for stability as you once again begin to falter. “Can you-I need-“

Tom says something quickly to Harvey, who you hadn’t even realized was there until just now. A moment later, Harvey is gone, and Tom is gently grabbing your shoulders and leading you away from the music and the crowd.

You don’t notice that he’s taking you outside until you feel the slightly cool air hit you, providing you with some relief and making it somewhat easier to breathe.

Tom leads you to a nearby bench and helps you sit down, and though he’s rubbing your back and trying to talk to you comfortingly, you don’t really register it.

“I need-can you get Ben?” you ask him once you’re able to get a few more words out, and Tom nods immediately.

“He’s coming, don’t worry,” he assures you. “Just try to breathe, he’ll be right here.”

You nod, shutting your eyes tightly to fight back the tears and trying to breathe as well as you can.

As promised, within a few moments you feel a pair of warm hands on yours and you open your eyes to see Ben kneeling in front of you, looking up at you with wide and terrified eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asks you, looking from you to Tom, who is able to offer no explanation. “Are you hurt? Did someone-“

“No, no,” you manage to choke out, wanting to quell his fears before his mind can run too far. “I just-I was trying to find you and I couldn’t-there were so many people and I just-“

You know he still doesn’t fully understand what’s wrong, as you’ve never struggled much with crowds of people before. You’ve been to loads of parties and events together, you’ve supported him in stadiums of thousands of people, and it’s never been an issue. Nevertheless, when you begin to cry more freely, your body continuing to tremble, he quickly moves into the spot Tom has vacated for him and pulls you into his arms.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright,” he murmurs into your hair as he holds you tightly, pulling you closer until you’re basically in his lap. “You found me, I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

You bury your face in his chest, your tears staining his white t-shirt as you cry. Although you can feel the panic in your chest lessening with every second in Ben’s presence, the full weight of all the stress and emotions of the last few months hits you like a freight train.

Ben continues to murmur soothing words to you, stroking your hair with one hand and rubbing your back with the other as your sobs gradually wane.

You manage to get your breathing under control, soaking up the comfort of his touch and the gentle words he’s whispering in your ear.

Eventually, you pull back from him, wiping your mascara-streaked cheeks. Ben is still looking at you with immense concern, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

You nod your head, grabbing his other hand and squeezing it tightly. You know you need to open up to him. This breakdown is proof that you can’t keep holding it in anymore.

“Okay, I’ll call an Uber,” he says with a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Actually, can we wait a few minutes? Maybe take a walk?” you ask. “I think I just need a bit more fresh air before getting in the car.”

“Of course, babe, let me just tell the boys-“

Before Ben can finish the thought, your friends reappear, having given you some privacy so Ben could comfort you. With a gentle smile, Harvey passes you a glass of water, which you gratefully take.

“You feeling better, Y/N?” Anish asks.

“Yeah, thanks, just got a bit overwhelmed in there,” you say, sipping the cold water. “Sorry, guys, didn’t mean to ruin the night like this.”

“Don’t be silly, you haven’t,” Tom insists. “We were just worried about you.”

You nod appreciatively, laying your head on Ben’s shoulder for a moment as you continue to come down from the panic attack, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your bare knee.

“You want me to call a car, Chilly?”

“Nah, thanks, mate,” Ben says. “We’re just gonna go for a walk and cool down a bit, you guys go on inside and we’ll see you back at the house.”

“Alright,” Harvey smiles, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Glad you’re okay. See you later.”

The boys all bid you goodbye and go back into the club, leaving you and Ben alone once more. He carefully helps you to your feet, and you lean on him even though you’re much steadier than you were before.

“Wanna go down to the beach?” Ben asks, gesturing toward a path that leads to the shimmering blue water.

You nod, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers as he leads you down the path.

The beach is totally quiet at this time of night, a stark contrast from the loud and bustling club you just left, and you hold Ben’s arm for stability as you take off your heels to carry them. The feeling of the sand beneath your feet and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore helps to calm your senses.

You find a nice, secluded spot to sit and look out at the ocean. Before you can even complain of the slight chill, Ben removes his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you whisper, reaching out to grab his hand again, needing to maintain physical contact with him.

“Of course,” Ben says, squeezing your hand. “Will you please tell me what’s going on now, babe? You’ve seemed a bit off since you got here, and last night on the phone. I’m worried about you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t want to ruin your holiday with all this, I’ve just been struggling a bit lately. Work has gotten crazy stressful and so much stuff is piling up on me, it’s been making my anxiety a lot worse than it usually is. Tonight I just happened to check my work email in the toilets and I guess it triggered me, then the noise and the lights and everything were really overwhelming and I could tell I was about to have a panic attack. Luckily, Tom found me before it got too bad.”

Ben, who knows you’ve dealt with anxiety in the past and particularly in uni, just nods in understanding.

“You’ve been struggling these whole two weeks I’ve been gone?” he asks, visibly upset that you’re just telling him now.

It makes it even harder to tell him the full truth, but you know the point of this conversation is to be truly honest with him, even if it’s difficult.

“A few months, actually,” you confess. You see how his face falls completely, and you immediately elaborate. “I know I should’ve told you, but you’ve had such a tough year with the club and the World Cup and everything, I couldn’t bring myself to burden you with anything else.”

His eyes flash with a million different emotions, and for a moment you think he’s going to be mad at you, but he ends up just letting out a defeated sigh.

“You could never be a burden to me, Y/N,” Ben says firmly. “You’re everything to me. It doesn’t matter what I have going on, I need you to tell me if you’re going through something like this. Always.”

“I know, I will,” you reply, squeezing his hand again.

He takes your joined hands and brings them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles.

“I am so sorry I didn’t realize there was something going on earlier,” Ben says after a moment, shaking his head. “I feel like the world’s shittiest boyfriend.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’ve been going through a lot yourself,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but you’ve been there for me through all of it. Helping me when I was injured and talking me through every loss, week after week,” Ben sighs, the memories of the past season still fresh. “And I didn’t even know you were dealing with your own problems.”

“It’s alright, Ben, I promise,” you say with a small smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’ve been managing okay, just being with you helps a lot. It’s been hardest these couple weeks you’ve been away.”

“I’m so sorry, if I had known I would have-“

“I know, that’s why I didn’t say anything,” you tell him, your thumb stroking his sweet, concerned features. “You needed this holiday. I didn’t want you to be worrying about me.”

Ben wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple and lingering there.

“Baby,” he murmurs so softly that your heart melts. “I love you, but I need you to be honest with me from now on. It breaks my heart that you were going through this alone.”

You nod, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “I know.”

“And as for the holiday, I think you’re in need of one, too,” he continues, rubbing your back. “You should tell your boss you’re taking the next week off and come to Italy with me. We’ve got the yacht all week.”

There’s nothing that sounds as appealing to you right now as spending a week in paradise, soaking up the sun and enjoying uninterrupted time with Ben, but you don’t know how well it will go over if you tell your boss you’re taking a week off with almost zero notice.

“Ben, you know I want to, but-“

“Babe, you’ve been working yourself like crazy since you started there. You’re one of their best employees and they would be lost without you,” Ben reminds you. “Tell them you need a break. I’m sure your boss will understand, and if she doesn’t, then maybe you should tell them you’ll reevaluate whether you have a future there.”

You know he’s right, but you’re still nervous to give that ultimatum. You’ve hardly taken any vacation in the past year and you’re certainly overdue for it, but it doesn’t come naturally to you to make demands - even when it’s necessary.

“What if they let me go?”

“Then they would be bloody idiots,” Ben scoffs. “You deserve to work somewhere that lets you prioritize your mental health, love. And if that’s not this job, then quit and we’ll find you something else.”

“I can’t just quit my job, Ben,” you chuckle, fiddling with the too-long sleeves of his jacket you’re wearing.

“You can if it doesn’t make you happy,” he replies without a beat. “And please don’t say need a steady income, because you know I don’t give a shit if you ever work another day in your life.”

While you’re aware that most of Ben’s mates - at least the ones in football - don’t have girlfriends with traditional jobs such as yourself, you’ve always liked making your own money. It’s not that you harbour any judgement for those who don’t, but you think you would go stir-crazy if you spent all your time waiting at home for Ben.

“I appreciate the offer, babe, but I think I just need to find a better work-life balance,” you admit. “Maybe a week off isn’t such a bad idea. I can talk to my boss in the morning.”

Ben’s face lights up and he begins to press little kisses all over your face, making your heart soar.

“Perfect, I was dreading saying goodbye to you again,” he confesses. “I hate sleeping without you.”

“So do I,” you murmur, pressing your lips against his briefly, pulling apart when a thought occurs to you. “I don’t have enough clothes for a week.”

“You won’t need them,” Ben replies without missing a beat, making you laugh and shove his chest playfully. “Or we can go shopping. Whatever you want, love.”

You smile into Ben’s kiss and he deepens it quickly, his arm wrapping around you to tug you impossibly closer. You sigh happily, enjoying the serenity and intimacy of this moment.

When you pull back again, he gently cups your cheek and you lean into his warm palm, pressing a quick kiss there.

“Are you feeling better now?” he asks softly. “Do you want to go back to the house?”

“I am feeling better, but I just want to stay here a little longer if that’s alright.”

“Of course, baby,” Ben smiles, shifting slightly and opening his arms wide so you can lean back against him.

He positions you so you’re inbetween his legs, leaning against his chest, with his arms tightly wrapped around you and your hands clutching his.

You’re both silent for a whole, listening to the sound of the sea and enjoying each other’s touch after a long two weeks without it.

“Promise me one more time that you’ll tell me if you’re ever feeling this way again,” Ben murmurs into your hair after a few minutes. “Because seeing you like that is one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. I was so worried.”

Your heart aches a bit as you realize what a sight you must’ve been for your poor worried boyfriend, sobbing incoherently outside the club.

“I promise, Ben,” you say with a squeeze of his hand. “I won’t keep anything from you again.”

“Okay,” he breathes, lips pressed to your head. “I love you so much. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself, but I’m really glad you’re here with me now.”

“I love you too,” you say, snuggling deeper into his arms. “And I’m also really glad I’m here.”

Ben continues to press kisses to your head as you stare out at the sea, the comfort of his touch washing over you like the waves lapping against the shore.

Although there will be more hurdles for both of you to face as you continue your respective careers, you know that as long as you have Ben and ensure that you communicate your feelings, everything will be fine.

And in the meantime, you get to spend a week on a yacht with your hot boyfriend. Life could be a lot worse.

[salty-croissants]

Hi again, It's me Spark

I got Another requests for you. I think it would be cool if we get a headcanon about training with bullfrog. It would be pretty cool :D

(Thanks again, And Take care of yourself sometime :))

Thank you for the request !

I really , really like this concept , I had so much fun writing for it :D 

Hope it turned out okay !  Imma fall asleep now :,]

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationship ; 

no warnings needed 

Okay , we should probably start by saying that Bullfrog is excellent at motivating you when you’re exercising together , which shouldn’t be a surprise considering how much of an encouraging sweetheart he normally is … 

< That’s it my dear , you’re doing great ! > 

< Just one more , you can do it … ! > 

Though he definitely makes sure to respect your limits , cause if there’s one thing that this frog doesn’t want is for you to hurt yourself while trying to please him . 

Bullfrog definitely gets quite serious when teaching you something combat-related … however , the two of you inevitably end up getting playful with it while training .

< Ohh … playing dirty , are we mon amour ? 

Then I suppose you won’t mind it if I … > 

< Ahh - nooo , that tickles ! ~ > 

< Heh , feel like giving up yet ? >

< Neverr !! > 

Your smile and the sound of your laughter manage to successfully distract him , at least for a few minutes … 

Can you blame him ? How is he supposed to resist you when you’re being so cute all the time ? 

Bullfrog is able of immediately knowing when you’re starting to feel a bit too tired , and he will instantly stop what you’re doing and quickly walk away to get you something fresh to drink .  < Here , now let’s just sit for a bit . Take a deep breath … >

< I’m sorry Bullfrog … I didn’t mean to interrupt our session … >

< Non , please don’t apologize about that y/n : you’ve already done so much today , and I don’t want you to be too tired later …

I did promise you some cuddles after all , n'est-ce pas vrai ? ~ >

Your health is of first priority for your boyfriend , and he always makes sure that you don’t overdo it … it’s the most important thing for him .

Since he loves to cherish your every victory , no matter how small , you can imagine how proud of you Bullfrog is whenever you manage to best him in a fight when you train …

He adores to see you succeed , he knows you deserve it and it makes him very happy to see your hard work pay off . 

< Très bon travail , mon chou … You did well ! > 

< *pant* … you really think so , love … ? > 

< Absolutely ! You should be proud of yourself y/n , you’ve come so far from the first time we tried this … 

Now come , you deserve a nice break . > 

< Yeah , a break does sound nice … > 

[meow-town]

Okay I really like the Dee x Girly girl concept. So how about a oneshot on Y/N, Glam, and Vicky’s first meeting? How did Vicky act towards Y/N? I’m so invested O_O

Thanks for this request, I’m glad ur invested! And I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much, personal projects and works keep coming and I barely have the time to write for tumblr anymore. Plus, I prefer to take my time with these posts as I believe in quality over quantity.

But I’ve found the time and motivation to write here, so let’s get into it!

Dee x Girly!Fem!Reader Pt.2

-You arrived with Dee at his house, super nervous. I mean, you were meeting his folks. Most people get nervous.

-You made sure to wear your nicest skirt with a cute blouse and natural makeup. Didn’t want to cake yourself up like other times.

-Once you arrived at the door, arm hooking around Dee’s, you were practically trembling. Shaking in your damn sneakers.

-He reassured you, of course, and insisted that they would love you no matter what. And that if they didn’t, they could take it up with him. You two walked in the house to find no one there.

-Dee called for his parents, Glam was changing the strings on ‘Gibson’ and Victoria was working on a motorcycle. She came to you with gloves covered in motor oil. Glam arrived with perfect hair, perfect makeup and perfect nails, as always.

-Dee introduced you as his girlfriend and you went around shaking hands shyly, telling them how nice it was to meet them. Glam hesitated a bit, and Victoria grumbled under her breath with a light scowl. You just brushed it off and introduced yourself in more depth. Your name, what class you were in, etc…

-It took Glam maybe 5 seconds to get accustomed to you. He was kind of shocked at first. Hair all done up, with a mainly pink outfit. You looked like the polar opposite of his son. But then he noticed you were nice, and loosened up.

-Victoria however…

-She stared. Hard. Like she was wondering what this thing was doing in her house with her son. She was made fun of as a kid by ‘girly girls’ , so she’s very distant at first. That, and she’s very protective of her children, like a mama bear. Was very condescending and passive-aggressive for the entire time.

-‘So, (f/n), what do you do for… fun?’

‘Oh! Well, going shopping, trying new looks, getting my nails done… As well as the standard stuff, like watching TV and listening to music.’

‘Of course you do…’

-‘And, uh, how did you two meet?’

‘I was paired up with him for a science project, and we just hit it off.’

‘Yeah, ma. She’s real smart.’

‘Oh, is she? Wouldn’t have expected that…’

-You definitely noticed this behavior and clinged to Dee most of the time, in a very closed manner. Glam was just happy to be there, but also picked up on Victoria’s ways.

-Dee had to keep hyping you up, because you were too intimidated by Vicky to speak up about the way she spoke to you. It wasn’t aggressive, but definitely rude.

-Yeah, she was kind of an asshole at first.

-Glam cleared his throat every time Vicky was mean, as a way to tell her to stop, but she wouldn’t.

-Heavy was overhearing from his room, and figured he should go down so he could chat with you, but he quickly became intrigued. Just chose to listen to his mother’s comments, brows furrowing further each time.

-By the time she’s done interrogating and making you feel small, you decide it’s time for you to leave. Glam expresses his feelings of gratitude, saying he’s joyful Dee is happy with such a lovely young woman :)

-Vicky grumbles.

-Dee offers to walk you home, like a good boyfriend, but you deny his help, claiming you’re fine on your own. You wanted to show his mother you didn’t need Dee for everything, even if he was glad to give it to you.

-The second the door closed behind you, Heavy trampled down the stairs to join his brother and father in a group frown. They stared at Vicky for a good while, until Dee burst.

‘Ma, what the hell!?! What do you have against (f/n)?!?’

‘Yeah, you were mean to her for no reason!’

‘Vicky, you were excessively harsh with her.’

‘What, you’re defending that bimbo?’

-Dee would never cuss out his parents, but he came damn close. -Absolutely raging, he raised his voice to tell her off, only to trudge off to his room and slam the door. Heavy followed him into his room, also expressing his disappointment.

-She got super defensive, yelled , stood up, and left for the garage. Glam followed her after he apologized to Dee and gave him a talk on why his mother was acting this way.

-Glam knows Vicky, and he makes sure to not press any buttons and tread carefully. If she tells him to leave her alone, he will, and he’ll try again in 5 minutes.

-Once she’s taken her anger out on a punching bag, she allows Glam to speak with her.

-He explains how she was rude to their son’s girlfriend, giving multiple examples, and asks why. Even if he already knows why. He also adds how she seems to be upset about their son’s girlfriend being feminine, but she certainly doesn’t mind it when he’s feminine.

-Glam knows about Vicky’s struggles in the past with girly girls. Girls who looked just like you. She was left to the side, left out of everything, made fun of, avoided. She was bullied.

-He quickly explained that was no reason to make fun of someone who happened to look like those girls, and made sure she agreed to be nicer the next time.

-You were invited to dinner the next week. Of course, you were nervous regarding last week’s events with Vicky, but Dee said the whole family insisted. And so you agreed.

-You arrived with a casual dress and the nicest purse you could find, having spent extra time on your hair that day. Maybe she thought you weren’t classy enough? No, I mean, she came to you covered in motor oil… You were incredibly scared to ring the doorbell, and had to weigh out how to make the afternoon go perfectly, but thankfully someone came to your aid.

-Heavy was supposed to be helping out with the dinner and setting up the tables, but he had gotten detention that Friday and came home late. He saw you at the door and offered to walk inside with you.

-Dee stood up from leaning on a pillar, and greeted you with a small peck. Glam came out in a black apron with glittery pink accents, carrying a big pot of pasta. He couldn’t wave, but greeted you warmly all the same. Ches was on the kitchen counter, with his guitar, and waved to you. Victoria actually came to you and asked to speak in private.

-She apologized about the events that had happened and said they were uncalled for, and then said she was happy her son was dating someone like you :)

-When she pulled you away to a corner, you were lowkey scared 💀

-Like, ‘omg is she going to cuss me out and/or beat me up?’

-But you were pleasantly surprised with the outcome and told her it was okay.

-Then, you joined your Glam, Victoria, Heavy, Dee and their crackhead uncle in a lovely dinner, where you got to meet everyone a little better.

-And Heavy didn’t eat his vegetables and gave them to the stray cats, attracting a huge pack of them at the window.

-Also, Ches said he thought Dee would be one of those guys that ends up a virgin at the age of 40.

-You can’t have a normal time when they’re around, but nevertheless, lovely.

[husky-studies]

What is with this little gremlin I have to babysit-?

Concept: Blade had to take care of teen!reader (who kafka picked up after a mission cus they keep calling her mommy /hj) who acts like a little gremlin and he had to make sure reader doesn't end up blowing up an aeon or something.

Character(s): Blade, mentions of Kafka and Silver Wolf

Warning(s): none, this is platonic btw

Note(s): SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST IM DESPERATE ON WRITING SOME RANDOM THINGS HAPPENING TO THE HSR CHARACTERS WITH THE READER

-Okay first of all, you lucky ass being a random teenager just walking by and had the thought to call kafka mommy/mom/mother when you see her to the point she brings you back

-second of all now you have blade (balde) as your babysitter, have fun tormenting him with your shenanigans

-"Where are you parents." "Kafka is my mom" ~you two when you first met probably

-you probably call him Baldie because you saw Silver Wolf making a typo when texting with him

-at first Blade didn't think much, you're just a teenager. What can you do? Blow up and aeon and their followers?

-yes. Yes you can.

-when that happens for the first time he genuinely panicked because HOW TF R U DOING THAT?! Kafka is gonna be happy but he DOES NOT WANT TO DEAL WITH AN ARMY OF ANGRY FOLLOWERS ALONE RIGHT NOW

-When that whole shenanigan is done, he's going to carry you like a sack of potatoes and carry you back to the headquarters...and give you an earful for doing that

-but is that going to stop you? Absolutely not

-"kid..what is that" "Nothing you need to worry about :)" "I swear if thats a nuk- i know that face. No." ~Blade when he saw you bringing in some boxes

-ALSO yk that Blade got captured in the Xianzhou Loufu right? YEAH YOU BEING THE ABSOLUTE GREMLIN YOU DECIDED TO BREAK HIM FREE

-In the most destructive way possible...

-"GENERAL JING YUAN! WHAT HAPPENED?!" "A teen nuked him" "Wait what-"

-Also the fight with Jing Yuan:

"What are you youngster up to? This isnt a place to hang out" "AND THIS ISNT A PLACE TO KEEP BALDE IN. LET HIM GOOOOOOO"

-annnnd you started nuking the place, the room is filled with explosives and your whines to let Blade go

-did you succeed? Hopefully, now you can continue to torment him /hj

Extra:

-now the astral express is confused when Jing Yuan told them to keep an eye out for a teen with nukes

Tag(s): @mitzukitsuna (for the idea :])

[boydepartment]

canteen- jay park x gn reader

a/n- THIS WAS A LITTLE AWKWARD TO WRITE BC MY NAME IS JAY BUT ITS FINE LMAO i had fun writing something and i kinda needed it so.... hehe

warnings- food mentions, slight mention of running on nothing (it's just mentioned no details i promise <3), cursing, reader has issues within group

word count- 2.2k

lowercase intended

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as you walked out of the practice room you felt your walls start to come crashing down. you know you didn’t do horribly at practice however your leader and choreographer just seemed to have it out for you. even your friend in your group pulled you aside asking if you were okay after a particularly harsh scolding. 

taking a deep breath you started walking toward the small kitchen area, you had a couple corners to turn so you let yourself cry. that quickly turned into quiet sobs to the point where you had to lean against the black wall. silence encapsulating you as you cried. holding onto your jacket- onto yourself. you let your walls break down fully, you let it out. 

a million responsibilities 

a million new little concepts for awards shows 

comebacks 

everything 

you wanted this though, didn’t you? 

feeling yourself cry more, you decided now was a horrible time to question your big life decisions. trying to clean yourself up you walked up to the door to put your face ID in. 

denied 

what? you pulled up your phone and saw you really looked like a mess, mascara running, eyes partially black from the eyeliner running in your eyes. you quickly tried to rub it off and use the face ID again 

denied

oh my god now you were locked in the hallway. tears quickly pricked your eyes again and you slide down the wall, head in your hands. tears escaping rapidly. your hoodie swallowing you and at this point you’d welcome it. 

you didn’t even hear someone walk into the hallway, let alone kneel in front of you. 

“hey are you okay?” 

you wiped your eyes and moved your hood out of your eyes, you recognized him. jay park of enhypen. i mean who didn’t know enhypen in this branch?? 

“no not really to be honest.” you chuckled a bit and looked away, you weren’t really one to lie about how you were feeling. hiding it from your members was one thing, but if they ever actually cared to ask you would tell them. 

“here.” jay stood up at put his hand out. your eyes looked up at him, red and blotchy. 

“oh my hands have snot on them that’s kinda gross.” you got up yourself and even he let out a laugh. 

“you’re y/n right?? from that group that debuted a couple months ago?” he walked over to the face ID key and opened the door, you followed him. 

“yeah, jay right?” you asked adjusting your bag nervously. it was a little scary talking to someone who had way more recognition in your field of work. 

jay adjusted his glasses, “guilty. don’t mind those face ID things, you know you can use your badge too right?” 

your face heated up with embarrassment, “i totally forgot about that…” 

“don’t worry about it, riki did the same thing and started yelling in the middle of the hallway.” jay chuckled and looked down at you, “rough day?” 

“yeah, really rough. i was just gonna go to the small kitchen and then hopefully when i got back to my dorm everyone would be asleep.” you mumbled and looked ahead of you. 

“that rough?” 

you hummed, trying not to cry again. 

“let’s go to the canteen then. they have those little meals that are like grab and go. we can kill time there too.” 

you looked up at him, “we?” 

“well you feel shitty, it would be really messed up of me to just leave you here.” he said and pressed the elevator button. the doors opened and you both stepped in. 

“don’t you have a comeback to prepare for?” you felt a little guilty. 

“y/n, i finished all my work for the day. i can afford to get a little snack at the end of the day.” jay was sort of blunt but you didn’t mind it much. you simply nodded. 

“tell me about what happened today.” he said suddenly 

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“wait so your own leader scolded you in front of everyone the SECOND your sneaker got untied by accident?” 

you and jay had been sitting at the tables facing the window for an hour now as you unloaded everything about the problems within the group the company stuck you with. 

“yup! and my one friend in the group was the only one who checked in on me! and there’s like 9 of us!” you took a bite of fruit that jay actually paid for. 

“that’s so shitty.” jay said and looked out the window, at this point it was dark. the city lights and car lights prominent. 

“you’re telling me.” you spoke softly and watched the city with him, “thank you by the way…” 

“hmm?” he turned toward you now. you looked back at him and smiled. 

“for just hanging out with me, since i’ve moved and got this job it’s been a little hard to make friends.” 

jay nodded and took a bite of his sandwich, “i understand that.” 

the both of you sat in silence until your one friend in the group called you. they asked how you were and where you were. you were honest with them, then they told you everyone went out to dinner so if you wanted to come home it’d be less awkward going straight to your bunk and shutting your makeshift curtains. you agreed. 

“i should head back to my dorm. i got a message that no one but my friend is home so i can sneak in without it being weird.” you laughed and stood up, picking up your trash. jay followed you. 

“would you want to do this again?” he asked as you both walked to the elevator, “if you don’t want to that’s totally okay i don’t want to push or-“ 

“i’d love to, honestly.” you readjusted and stretched in the elevator. a yawn escaping you, “having another friend would help a lot.” 

jay smiled at you, “perfect then.” 

that’s how you started hanging out with jay at least once a week, sometimes you guys would people watch if it was earlier in the day. you guys would fake conversations between people you didn’t even know. but most times it was after everyone went home from the canteen. you guys would watch the planes in the night sky, the lights, cars, eachother's facial expressions without the other knowing.

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one night you were shoving the food around on the paper plate and jay knew something was wrong.

“what’s up with you, you’re acting weird.” he poked your shoulder, playfully of course.

“i don’t know… i’m just kinda lost in thought.” you mumbled and looked up at the city lights, it was later than usual, “i’m honestly debating on just switching to another company or just going into another department all together.”

jay looked at you, his eyes wide. out of the few months he’s known you, he knows you push through. you weren’t a quitter, so what happened?

“i’m just tired and struggling.” you mumbled again, trying not to cry, if you let one fall you would be crying as hard as you were when you first met him.

“practice with us then.” jay said suddenly, he was PANICKING. he didn’t want you to leave the company let alone have a different job in the company that could jeopardize his time with you.

you looked at him, “what?” it was out of nowhere.

“practice with me and my friends, it’ll be less stressful for you and you can learn from us. then your moron, no offense, moron leader can’t get on you too harshly. i think it’s a good idea, not to toot my own horn.” jay didn’t want to disrespect people in your group, however, they didn’t respect you. so why should he respect them?

“are you sure your members would be okay with it?” you were kind of shy about this.

“yes.” he said, reassuring you, "if anything it would be good practice for them aswell."

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jay was right when he said it was a good idea to practice with them. you were finally learning in a non-toxic environment, and it helped a lot. your leader barely got on you anymore and you also helped your friend with what you learned. you never told any of them, but your friend, that you were practicing with enhypen. it was less stressful, and you were back to laughing with jay till late in the canteen again. you didn’t know when it started but you were catching feelings and quick, which was dangerous, and you knew it was. even your friend pointed it out one night before bed.

“y/n?” they asked, they had the bunk above you.

“yeah?”

“when you go practice with your secret teachers,” they let out a small laugh, “where do you go afterwards?”

“i eat at the canteen with jay, he always wants to make sure im not skipping meals.” you were honest with your friend.

“is he why you’re giggling during our practices?”

your friend knew you well, more than anyone else in your group.

“ummmmm maybe.” you flipped over in your bunk, biting back a smile. it was just a crush, harmless.

your friend laughed loudly, everyone was out running errands or watching tv, so you cherished moments you got alone with them.

“i could so see you guys together, when we’re filming a new episode and he walks by in the hallway you always smile.” they teased you.

“OHMYGOD SHUT UP!” you kicked the bunk and they started laughing again.

“i’m being SO serious.” they said between laughs.

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awards show day came up quickly and you were nervous. your leader was harsh again, no rest until the night before. you were exhausted and had no time anymore to meet jay in the canteen. he said he understood but it still made you feel bad.

after your last practice before the big night you walked down the hallway, tonight you were just going to get a drink from the little kitchen area. you knelt down by the mini fridge and contemplated your drink. strawberry, banana, kiwi, lychee, hmmm.

“no dinner?”

“holy shit!” you fell back on someone’s legs and looked up ay him, your back hitting his feet.

jay started laughing as you scrambled up, you shoved him a few laughs escaping you too.

“you literally scared me so bad! arent you supposed to be home by now? your practice ended like 3 hours ago!” you knelt down again and grabbed the kiwi drink.

“i did go home, then i came back.” he said extremely nonchalantly, you looked up at him and popped open your drink.

“why?” you took a sip.

“well, i checked the canteen before i left and they closed it for cleaning, so i went home and cooked you dinner instead.” he dug through his bag and pulled out a container, “it should taste good, jake was being stupid and wanted to be a taste tester.”

your heart swelled, “i- thank you, wow.” you smiled down at the container that was now in your hands, it was blue with little sharks on it. it was a kids container which made you giggle a bit.

“you can keep the container, i bought it on the way back to my dorm before i cooked.” jay said and scratched the back of his neck, he seemed nervous.

you wanted to tease him a bit, “if i give it back to you, does that mean i can get more homecooked meals?” your eyes met with his, you swore you saw a little spark in them.

“yes! i mean- yeah, yeah of course.” he smiled down at you.

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your groups’ performance at the show went by smoothly, a lot of staff congratulated you guys and it made you proud. however, you were running on barely anything so right when you thanked the staff you had to lean against the wall and take a breather. if you didn’t have anything to lean on you surely would’ve passed out.

“here.” your friend came up to you with a few snacks, “i snuck them past you know who.” they smiled mischievously. you thanked them immensely.

you two sat criss cross backstage snacking, laughing, talking about your performance and how you felt like you made it.

you made it thanks to jay.

“um i think someone wants to talk to you…” your friend whispered and eyed behind you, you turned around and saw jay looking at you then looking away. then you’re sure you saw jungwon teasing him.

how cute.

you got up and walked towards them, the rest of enhypen practically shoving jay towards you. it was so weird for both of you to be so dolled up around eachother. it was a total 180 from the usual gym clothes or comfortable clothing.

“you guys did great.” jay spoke up suddenly.

“oh! thank you! me and my friend are really looking forward to watching your performance on the tv while snacking.” you let out a small laugh.

“do you maybe want to grab dinner with me tonight if you aren’t too tired?” he asked.

y/n this is your chance just say it.

“like a date.” ”like a date?”

you both said at the same time, both your eyes widened.

“yes!” “yeah!”

“oh my god.” you laughed and covered your face, jay let out a laugh.

“i’ll meet you in the parking lot after the show, it’ll be late so maybe we can just grab a snack from a convenience store and then take a walk?”

you looked up at him, “then you promise to take me to an actual dinner?” smiling at him.

jay smiled down at you, “yeah.” he bit back his smile and looked away, “i promise.”