#reiterating my earlier tags here to say:

[frodo-with-glasses]

Stupid Domestic Headcanons for the Bag End Household

(Yes I know this is AU just shut up and let me have this)

The Gamgee kids call Frodo “Uncle”

Sam initially tried teaching them to say “Mr. Frodo” all proper-like, because it’s the respectful way for folks like them to address a gentlehobbit

But the grown-ups—especially Merry and Pippin—would occasionally say “Uncle Frodo” as a joke, and the kids caught on to that started saying it non-ironically

To Sam’s mortification, Frodo encouraged this

By the fifth child Sam just gave up and let the “Uncle Frodo” thing stick

Frodo plays favorites

He will vehemently deny this. How DARE you insinuate he has a favorite Gamgee child, that’s preposterous, he couldn’t possibly choose just one, he loves them all equally and favoring one over the others would be like choosing a favorite from his own children and it’s Elanor

The first time he held her, she was one and a half hours old and extremely tiny—not tiny for a newborn, but tiny for anyone without much experience with newborns—and his brain did a speed-run of recontextualizing his entire life and realizing that the sacrifices that he made to destroy the Ring were exactly what made the world safe for this tiny, wrinkled, fragile little Hobbit baby to grow up happy and free and whole and he absolutely broke down crying

She’s been his favorite ever since

She hangs out in his study in her free time and talks about whatever is on her mind while he’s busy translating Elvish texts or whatever

She’ll tell him about her day—about the runaway sheep that she helped chase back into the neighbor’s pen or the embroidery sample she did that day or the neighbor boy down the lane whom she thinks is cute—and he’ll nod and hum in acknowledgment and ask small clarifying questions until she gets bored of talking and then she’ll ask “what are you doing?” and he’ll launch into a detailed academic lecture about history or geography or linguistics

She actually understands pretty well. Partly because she’s a bright student, and partly because he’s a good teacher and skilled at simplifying things so she understands them.

Elanor will randomly whip out a random factoid about ye olden Gondorian king while she’s potting flowers in the garden and Sam will immediately shoot a look at Frodo that’s both impressed and exasperated

On that note, Frodo takes it upon himself to see that any Gamgee child who is interested will know how to read

Rosie listens in on the lessons and learns along with her kids

She actually learned her letters towards the end of her first pregnancy; as soon as she got so big and tired that she spent more time moping around the house than helping Sam in the garden, Frodo took the opportunity to distract her with the alphabet

One of the first texts he used as a primer for Rosie was Bilbo’s “cow jumped over the moon” poem

Sam thought this was Very Funny

Frodo Jr. has an oliphaunt plushie that he carries around like a security blanket

He’s had it since he was a baby, when Rosie sewed the thing herself based on Sam’s descriptions

It’s been patched so many times it’s barely recognizable, but it’s still his “olly-fant”

He’s very nearly as obsessed with oliphaunts as his dad is

There is an entire wall in the front hallway that is used for tracking the kids’ heights

It was originally just a doorway, but then there started to be too many kids, and the notches in the doorframe got muddled and it was hard to tell whose mark was whose and now it is a wall

Sam’s sisters basically adopted Rosie as one of their own and get along like a house on fire

It’s a rare day that one of them doesn’t come over for tea and a bit of gossip and brings the cousins along for a play-date

Bag End is constantly full of the happy screams of hobbit children

Frodo has leaned to either deal with this or kick them all outside when he needs to concentrate

Frodo and Rosie were initially pretty awkward around one another

Frodo didn’t want to intrude on Sam’s new marriage, and Rosie didn’t know exactly how to address her husband’s tortured, melancholy soul-friend who happens to be a member of the gentry

But then Rosie managed to help calm Frodo down from one of his panic attacks (which Sam calls “fits”) while Sam was unavailable, which immediately broke the ice and cemented their friendship

Rosie has learned that whenever either one of her boys (read: Frodo and Sam) is being stubborn and unreasonable, the best course of action is to get the other one of her boys and have him come whip his best friend into shape

Frodo will give a long, calm, in-depth lecture about why Rosie is right and you really ought to listen closer to your wife, Samwise; Sam will just make sad eyes at Frodo until he agrees to eat or bathe or sleep or whatever he’s neglecting to do this time

The fact that the boys know she’s pitting them against each other doesn’t make it any less effective

Especially if she’s with child again; never has Frodo folded quicker and agreed to eat something sooner than when he’s getting sad puppy eyes from Sam and a very pregnant Rosie at the same time

Frodo sees Rosie as an extension of the life-debt he has to Sam and considers it his duty to ensure her safety and well-being, and this causes him to get very protective over her sometimes

Sam knows that Rosie can hold her own if someone says something untoward about her (likelier than not some gossip about her living with two male hobbits), but Frodo hasn’t yet got it into his head that Rosie can defend herself just fine and he will GO OFF if anyone so much as looks at her wrong

He also frets over her when she’s pregnant even more than Sam does

Again, this is not for lack of Sam’s attention, but because Frodo is an anxious worry-wort

Rosie sees Frodo as something between “distant older brother” or “weird uncle”

She thinks he’s very strange and eccentric, and—like having a funky-looking cat—that just makes her more fond of him

She’s heard enough of Sam and Frodo’s journey to piece together what happened, and because of it she is both in awe of Frodo and deeply saddened by the sacrifices he had to make; she considers it her own little service to Middle Earth to help make life comfortable and joyful and good for the two hobbits who saved her world

Because of his trauma, Frodo is prone to what Sam calls “fits” (aka panic attacks) and “moods” (aka depressive slumps), and Rosie has learned how to deal with both, and she teaches the older children how to help as soon as they’re old enough to understand

Elanor is her greatest helper; Frodo always seems to be able to muster a little smile for her, no matter how bad he’s feeling, even if he has to fake it

When Frodo is not in one of his “moods” (which tend to be worse around September through March), he is constantly working on recording his history of the War of the Ring and translating Elvish texts and corresponding back and forth with Aragorn in long letters to Gondor and secretly trying to write poems and songs to express his gratitude to Sam; he’s got reams and reams of the lattermost category, but never feels like he can get it quite right

But he’ll share his work with Sam if he’s at least 75% happy with it, and it always makes Sam cry

Journeyman is one of the first of those songs, and it was Sam’s favorite

Sam used to sing it to his kids at bedtime, and Frodo would hear his voice from the hall and get a little misty-eyed

Frodo’s favorite phrase, when he runs out of ways to say “thank you” to Sam, is “Rosie dear, come kiss your husband for me” because then he can just sit back and chuckle into his tea while Sam flushes up red like a tomato

Sometimes Legolas and Gimli drop in for a visit and all madness breaks loose

More infrequently, sometimes Aragorn comes to visit and quickly becomes a living jungle-gym for all the little Gamgees

But their favorite guest, of course, is Gandalf, who always shows up unexpected with sweets to distract all the little Hobbits from swarming him and hiding under his robes and wearing his hat

Frodo never marries and remains single as a pringle, and as happy as his health will allow, for the rest of his natural life

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

New Year's Day - Kim Mingyu

tags: fluff, friends to lovers, slight angst, lil' bit jealous, college boyfriend Mingyu, non-idol!au

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"Tell me why we thought hosting a New Year's party at our apartment would be a good idea!" Your roommate's voice comes booming from the kitchen as you struggle to organise the lights on the wall above the sofa in your shared apartment living room.

"It definitely was not my idea." You bite back, regretting the idea the more by the minute as you clean and plan for the party.

"Haw! The audacity... you invited 15 people." Sam glares at you from the doorway, one hand on her hip and the other holding a ladle in a menacing way.

"I didn't know we would end up having to invite all of them." You admit. Sam sighs and walks towards you. "It's okay babe, I know you only wanted to invite Mingyu. It's not your fault he wanted to bring all 12 of his friends. And that two of them would want to bring their significant others."

"I really am sorry for all the trouble you go through for me Sam. I really appreciate it. Thanks." You both know you mean it. Sam had agreed immediately to the idea of the party seeing as how excited she was to see you and Mingyu get together.

Mingyu had been one of your closest friends in the last two years of university and you have been in love with him since the first semester you had met him. After two very lonely and self-destructive semesters of breaking your own heart, watching him date other girls and staying away from the one person you wanted to be close to, this last fall semester Mingyu had finally shown signs of reciprocating your feelings. Or so Sam felt.

At this point, you were so in your head about the whole thing that you could not differentiate reality from the illusions in your head. Breaking your heart had become a child's play for you and now it took constant encouragement and reiteration from Sam to even try to make moves on Mingyu.

He had been single for a whole semester and his behaviour toward you recently had been way different than before. The whole idea of a New Year's Eve party had been Sam and your idea to get Mingyu to finally realise his emotions (if he had any other than that of friendship for you). While the details had not exactly been worked out, you figured you would at least get to spend time with him in a closed setting.

The initial plan was to invite three of each of your friends and keep it as intimate as possible so that you and Mingyu could spend most of the time together. But when Mingyu had excitedly asked if he could bring along some friends, you had given in thinking it would be two or three but it ended up being thirteen instead. Not your fault that he looked like an absolute puppy when he wanted something.

The party was in an hour and now the two of you were running around trying to set right the drinks, decorations and food. Mingyu had promised to show up earlier and help with the food and setup but he was yet to arrive.

The sound of the doorbell breaks your train of thought and you go to open the door.

Speak of the devil.

"Ya! Why are you so late?" You question before he could greet you. As always Mingyu towers your entire doorway while looking gorgeous. He's wearing a simple black tee and joggers but manages to look like a million bucks.

He giggles and pulls you into one of his famous bear hugs and before he can reply another voice echoes from the stairs leading to your doorway.

"Mingyu ya, help me here please." The voice is soft and high-pitched. Before you can question it, Mingyu turns around and runs downstairs. When he returns, there is a girl in front of him, she is dressed in a modest pink dress, with bouncy curls lining her shoulders and a smile that lightens up her whole face. She is very pretty.

"Oh hi. You must be Y/N, Mingyu talks about you a lot. I'm Maya." She says extending her hand out to you. Her voice is soft and she looks very friendly and you shake her hand with a smile on your face.

"Hi, Maya. Welcome! I hope he has only told good things." You joke lightly and she laughs nodding.

"Yes, yes! I hope it is not a problem for me to join." She says as you lead her in, Mingyu towers over both of you as he walks behind her holding a box full of you're not sure what.

"Absolutely not an issue Maya! Please go have fun."

Once they are in, you close the door and walk straight to the closest restroom. When the locks are secured you open the tap and let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding in. It is not logical for you to jump to conclusions, but the fear still creeps in.

"Y/N, stop being stupid! She's a friend, seems sweet and is probably an amazing friend." You tell yourself through the mirror. But the problem is not her, you wouldn't hate or behave differently with her for a second. the problem is you and your fear that Mingyu has again chosen someone else over you. The problem is he doesn't see you, again, and you get left behind to be the best friend only, again.

The feelings are all too familiar to you after all this time. You are very close to breaking your own heart, hurting yet another piece of you to show up as Mingyu's good friend and support him. You are almost entirely convinced and right as you are about to break down the knock on the bathroom door interrupts you.

"Ya Y/N, you okay?" Mingyu's soft "Y/N-voice" (as Sam calls it) booms through the bathroom doors and stabs your heart like a glass shard. This is why it is so much harder to break your own heart. Because this man is so good and caring and everything you could ever want and yet he would never be yours.

"Y/n?" He calls out again. You wash your face and clear your throat as fast as possible. "Yeah, I'll be out in 5. Go mingle with people." He doesn't reply and you are too preoccupied trying to look party-presentable. This is why you jump when you find him staring right at you when you open the bathroom door.

"Jesus! Why did you scare me like that?" You ask trying to calm your heart rate. Instead of replying to you, he locks the closed room door and faces you while holding your shoulders. "What happened? Who should I hurt?" You chuckle and the worry on his face eases a little bit. His care for you only makes it so much harder to distance yourself and try to move on. This man makes it so hard not to love him.

"I'm fine Mingyu. I just had to use the restroom." You try your best to sound convincing but judging from the look of judgment on his face you can say he didn't buy it. Before he can begin his usual "Let people care about you" rant, Sam calls your name from the other end of the house and you excuse yourself to return to the chaos of the party. The rest of the three hours go by in absolute chaos of 13 grown men and 6 girls trying their best to socialize, vibe, and party in your apartment. You keep your distance from Mingyu and Maya, and find yourself clinging to Seokmin- Mingyu's friend. Seokmin is a very hot guy who is determined to be the party clown and you can't help but laugh every other minute at his antics. Everyone seems to be enjoying it, and several games are played.

"Everyone gather round and settle down. Ten minutes to midnight guys!" The sudden excitement in the air is infectious. You see that Seungcheol and Jihoon have settled on the couch with their girlfriends, Vernon is trying to be subtle about sitting next to Sam's classmate who he has been talking to since the evening began.

Right as you can figure out what to do about your Midnight seat, Sam pulls you into the kitchen.

"Where do u think you are going ?" She has the usual no-bs Sam stance, arms crossed across her chest and sharp eyes that can pierce through you.

"I- I am going to sit before Midnight strikes." You know where this conversation is headed.

"Y/N, why were you going to sit on the stool, alone. At midnight." If Sam's eyes were daggers, you would have bled to death in those few seconds of eye contact. The living room is buzzing with energy and you realize there are only 5 minutes left.

"Sam..." you exhale. She shakes her head in disappointment and walks away. You face the kitchen wall away from the living room and breathe.

Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... In- "Hey..."

Mingyu's soft voice breaks your flow and you whip your head to see him standing right next to you. His palm is placed on the kitchen counter next to you and he is practically shielding you from the outside world.

"All okay?" He says, his voice is soft and slow. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern and he is leaning down to your height, face inches apart. His face is dripping with concern and it breaks yet another piece of your heart.

It would've been much simpler if you had only considered him a good friend like he does with you.

Mingyu lifts his eyebrows emphasising his question when you don't reply. You clear your throat and nod in affirmation.

"I'm good Gyu." "You sure?" You let a small smile at his concern, god he was so sweet. "Yes, Gyu. Don't worry. Just needed a small break from all the crowd before the new year."

He nods because he understands that sometimes crowds can overwhelm you.

"Why are you here?" You ask him, turning slightly to face him better. This immediately turns out to be a mistake as you are now trapped in between the kitchen counter and Mingyu's big frame. As the noise outside gets louder he leans further down toward your face and you repeat your question closer to his ear.

Can he hear how fast your heart is beating? Will he ever know how much you like him?

"I came to check on you because you were missing." He states matter-of-factly and you roll your eyes.

"There are only two more minutes for midnight Gyu. You should be out there, having fun."

"Yeah, you too." He sounds serious and you sigh.

"I will come out but you should go there. Maya will be waiting for you." Your voice croaks the last sentence and the knife in your heart sinks in further.

Mingyu looks confused at your words. "Why would she be waiting for me?"

"30 seconds to the New Year guys!" Someone shouts from the living room and you take another deep breath. Mingyu's eyes haven't left you and you are too nervous to see him for more than a second at a time.

"See less than a minute. Go out there before you miss your midnight kiss." You say in the brightest tone you can muster, hoping he understands you are referring to Maya and his midnight kiss.

"I don't need to be out there for that." He says the words slowly as his face is inches away from yours.

Huh?

Judging by the smirk on Mingyu's face you probably look like a deer caught in headlights at the moment. You're not sure how long you stay frozen like that until someone yells 15 seconds from the living room.

"Wha- what do you mean?" You gulp.

Mingyu moves his face closer, and he lifts one hand from the counter next to you to hold your chin. He angles your face and analyses it.

"Y/N?" Mingyu's voice comes out in a question, one you seem to be understanding.

Your heart is screaming in joy - "HE WANTS YOU TO BE HIS NEW YEAR'S KISS".

Your head is screaming in fear - "HE IS TOYING WITH YOU. RUN."

You gulp again. Mingyu has the softest smile on his face.

"Mingyu, don't play with my heart." Your voice is barely audible but you know Mingyu heard you. The smile on his face illuminates his eyes.

"Would never dream of it." He says in a deep and soft tone.

"5 SECONDS", a voice travels from the living room.

"Is this real, Gyu?" Your heart is beating in your eyes and you are staring deep into his.

He is now holding your face in both of his palms and your back is pressed on the kitchen counter.

"3 SECONDS!"

"As real our beating hearts, Y/N."

You believe him. Your heart believes him. Your brain has shut the fuck up for once.

"2 SECONDS GUYS!"

"So... can I kiss you ?" Mingyu's expression is now clouded with worry and you smile from your heart.

"1 SECOND!"

You nod quickly and right as everyone from the living room is yelling Mingyu's lips come crashing on yours.

It is everything you imagined, and so much more. His lips move against yours slowly. Both of you are smiling into the kiss. Neither of you is in a hurry at that moment, He is savouring you and you are melting into him.

After what feels like an eternity, both of you break apart for the practical purposes of breathing( who invented that huh?!).

Mingyu's face is still close to yours, lips lightly brushing against each other's.

The living room is bursting with energy and all your friends are there but you couldn't care less about anything at this moment.

"Happy New Year." Mingyu sounds content, his eyes are shining with happiness and his smile is incandescent.

"Happy New Year Gyu."

"I'm never starting a new year any other way after this," Mingyu says and you laugh. "Or any day for that matter." He states as he wraps his arms around your waist now.

God, you could get used to this!

"Oh wow, loverboy! Slow down... we still need to talk about things." You remind him because you have always been the one to bring all the anxiety and sense into this relationship.

"Hmm yeah, but a kiss first?" He asks in his signature puppy-Mingyu face. As you're about to lean in you see Sam enter the kitchen from the corner of your vision. She is startled at first and then breaks into the biggest smile as she leaves the two of you alone.

Your smile widens as Mingyu captures your lips once again.

It's been 5 minutes but this is already turning out to be your favourite year ever!

[lopposting]

yet another theory on carlo's death, more of a quick one though.

something that was brewing in the back of my head for a while that I cut from the other post, I deliberated for a while on whether or not it was worth posting.

[TW for content under the "keep reading" cut. I have also tagged as much. Keep safe, and read at your own discretion!]

reiterating from a previous post, a really interesting detail:

Carlo looks SO unhappy in almost every single appearance he makes.

When we look closely at his expression in the painting, it's not just a sullen expression. at first I thought he was staring back defiantly, which I still think is true; but the more I look closely at it, the more actually sad he looks (remembering that the mom may have died around this time)

and in the sand memories, in one he is a distressed child asking for his father, in the next two he is practically despondent (head in knees). He is extremely withdrawn.

more ways the story casts doubt over the bad ending

the final shot is of him smiling, which we're supposed to see as uncanny. like almost the antithesis of who we saw carlo is supposed to be.

So, again, from the earlier post that I cut: I started to think that we're only shown the stalker memory because this is the moment that lead to Carlo's actual death.

Why is him being rejected by the stalker so important?

What exactly about that moment lead to his death?

Then I had a sudden idea.

Did Carlo commit suicide after being rejected?

Suicide theory

After feeling orphaned through abandonment by his father, and losing his dreams of ever becoming a great stalker; [and perhaps contracting a disease that would guarantee a painful, slow, and lonely death] Maybe that was kind of the final straw for a clearly troubled young man?

And then the nameless puppet (carlo) attempting to destroy his "own" heart -  the act of self-destruction?

Getting real dark here... 

but maybe THIS is actually why Carlo’s full memories and ego couldn’t be resurfaced? Because ultimately, he chose to die?

[although, technically sophia chose to die as well]

and if Carlo did indeed take his own life, how would he have done it?

...

To be honest, I ended up feeling like this theory wasn't super valid, but it is still kind of interesting to me, from like a thematic viewpoint. Again, there's also Sophia and the idea of her being "kept alive against her own will", and then the parallel with "Carlo" in the box.

and then also him saying "I don't care if an old man like that kicks the bucket" [in the korean script] which is dually interpretable as, "That old geezer... couldn't be bothered (with death)[죽어도 상관 안 해]", as in "I wouldn't care if *HE* died" or "he wouldn't care if *I* died". [it's "죽어도 to die (if) - 상관 to care - 안 해 does not" in korean, to be clear.]

Also, there's why carlo's death is even such a mystery in the first place, it's like the story itself is so hush-hush about it, when ultimately - it doesn't matter. they could've just said it was the disease and be done with it. maybe because it involves something kind of taboo? IDONTKNOW

[idleglowingpixels]

talk about Collector

WHYYYYYYYYYY okay now that I got that off my chest let's get serious LMAO

Before I dive in too deep, to any other ppl reading, THIS IS YOUR FAIR WARNING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ANY CRITICISM OF TOH. Something that is really apparent in this fandom particularly is that a lot of ppl refuse to allow and accept genuine criticism discussions, dumbing it down to personal biases, misinterpretations of the text (or in this case, the show), and proclaiming "It's intentional that the show did that!" every time someone breathes something negative about it. This is ESPECIALLY annoying with the "Blame Disney/the shortening" nonsense -- a key skill in television writing is to be capable of working with the allotted time that the studios give you. After they were told Season 3 got cut short, they still had 11 22-minute episodes of Season 2 and all three 40+ minute episodes of Season 3 to conclude the story in a satisfying way.

Seeking and reading criticism posts outside of the general tags, ignoring warnings on posts that give forewarnings, then getting mad and upset that someone criticized your comfort show is generally an unhealthy behavior, especially if you're not in a good mental state. If you can't take people criticizing something you enjoy, and more-so if you deem it your comfort media, and feel the need to bother them because you made yourself upset reading their posts, you've got a lot of soul searching to do. That, or maybe you should log off until you can handle it.

Also, obviously, spoilers ahead for TOH, as well as Amphibia because these shows parallel a lot more than I want them to. :')

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I have a LOT to say about The Owl House from a critical and writing perspective, and I feel like the show is EXTREMELY overhyped for what it actually is. I feel its sister show Amphibia executed much of the same/similar themes better, and that's not even a bias thing. Just from the way both shows are written, you can tell which one feels more competently structured from a narrative standpoint (and, let's be honest, which one is actually funny).

Okay enough about general opinion, let's get to Collector. From a character design perspective, GOD I love this little guy, both the reflection/shadow form and the actual form are distinct from the rest of the cast. I'm a big Sun and Moon design/symbolism enjoyer (Sun and Moon from FNAF, Sun and Blake from RWBY, Celestia and Luna from MLP:FiM, etc.) so these types of characters are always welcome. And while their voice annoys me personally it ABSOLUTELY fits them, so no matter how annoying I find it I don't think I'd want them to have any other voice.

But that, unfortunately, is the only props I can give to Collector.

The show is FULL of redeemed antagonists that range from okay (I'd like to think Amity was decent enough and Hunter was alright but definitely should have been introduced earlier so his redemption was a slow burn but this post isn't about them so I'll end this note here) to "what the actual fuck" (Idc what anyone says, there is no excuses PERIOD, Lilith's redemption was the absolute worst redemption arc I think I've ever seen AND I'VE SEEN CATRA'S), and Collector is very much on the lower end of that scale. We hardly see them overall and their character writing is rushed beyond belief -- and again, I'd like to reiterate that that is ENTIRELY on the writing team for the show. Disney and the shortening DID NOT DECIDE TO KEEP COLLECTOR IN. The writing staff were aware of the time they had left and made the decision to shoehorn them in and expect everyone to just be okay with it.

From a writing perspective, they bloat the story exponentially and 100% should have been left in the drafts or saved for future content like what Dana said she might do if she is able to through books and such. If we only get hints of the other Collectors, this one should have STAYED hints with them.

We have essentially no significant amount of time with them outside of Hollow Mind and the season 2 finale before season 3, and what we DO have of them in season 2B is so drastically different I'd consider 2B Collector and 3 Collector as two different characters entirely. And before you tell me, "They're different because sun/moon symbolism!" "They're different because Belos and King influence them differently!" etc. etc., don't waste your time. Yes, those are good explanations as to why they feel so different between seasons, but that does not make the writing of the character inherently good. Allow me to elaborate:

In S2B, of what little we see of Collector, they are extremely sadistic in nature, and while they appear childish the writing of that lack of care for others is ABUNDANTLY CLEAR. And it seemed that way even as Belos first encountered him as Philip in the flashback episode. There, they weren't yet "influenced" by Belos and his plans; hell, he hardly had an actual plan yet.

Skip ahead to Hollow Mind, easily the best episode of Season 2 imo, and Collector is taunting Belos, mocking him and his schemes. Saying things like "Ooh, you were mad!" and "I'm starting to think you make those [grimwalkers] just to destroy them. You have fun with it, admit it!"

I cannot find any reasonable explanation as to how or why Belos would influence Collector into doing such things. Why would he want a little pain in the ass making fun of him for hundreds of years? And by his response to Collector's taunt about the grimwalkers and Hunter, "Of course I don't, Collector. It hurts every time he chooses to betray me," he took offense to their words, but kept his tone from shifting to anger as he does with everyone else because of Collector's power.

Belos doesn't want Collector thinking he doesn't like them because of their abilities, but he does want to stay on their good side for information. For knowledge of spells. And he puts up with Collector's annoyances because of that.

Essentially, that wasn't something Belos taught them or influenced them to do. All Collector knows is to adapt to their friends' behaviors, yes, but Belos is like, over 400 years old. I don't know about you, but I doubt with the way he speaks and how he's written that he would taunt his underlings in the same childish vain as Collector, and do so enough for Collector to pick up and mimic that behavior.

Now to the finale, their appearance is pretty much just them getting duped by Belos and sent into the depths of the titan skull, where King ever-so-conveniently finds them, making the pinky swear that releases them.

They maintain that mocking attitude even after Belos betrays them, calling King "boring" for calling them Mr. Collector and feeling generally disinterested by King before he promises a game to play. And even after they're released, they continue the attitude further with the whole "I remember someone throwing me off a bridge...I'm not angry, though!" bit, only to send Belos to his "death" moments after, deeming it as a game of tag. They've seen Belos kill grimwalkers first hand, fully aware that their lives mean nothing, and replicated the behavior by returning the favor to Belos (or so they thought). Their lack of care continues when they nearly try to do the same thing to the Hexsquad, people who didn't even do anything to them, before King stops them, changing the subject before they can cause further harm.

After stopping the draining spell, Collector continues the destructive maliciousness they have all the way to the end of the episode, and that's the impression of them we're left with. They were sadistic, uncaring and childish, but only learned the behavior of killing from Belos -- even though Belos didn't actually die, the intent was to kill him, and they were fully planning to continue with the Hexsquad.

And then...We get to Season 3.

Just a side-note, I think it's a safe assumption to say the first 2 seasons of The Owl House took place between roughly 2 months, as Luz was outside waiting to leave for a summer camp after the school year ended before initially arriving in the demon realm. Going off of that assumption, in Part 1 Luz returned to school as she returned to the human realm, presumably in late August/early September due to her living in Connecticut. And since Part 1 takes place in the timespan of about 3-7 days, the last day being Halloween, the timeskip only brought us about 2 more months ahead. Keep this in mind.

After Luz and co. return to the demon realm in Part 2 -- objectively the worst episode of the season -- we already see King's influence on Collector since they turned everyone into puppets instead of actively injuring or killing them when they don't comply. Still bad? Yes. But from how it looks in Part 3 with the Hexsquad, it seems more like the puppets' consciences are just comatose or an alternative to sleeping, maybe in a REM-like state. But of course, the show didn't have enough time to explain that further over all the nonsense in Part 2.

Anyway, when we see Collector in Part 2, they're still being childish, which is unfortunately the only thing that stays consistent with this character. They then say two lines that were the most god-awful writing decisions I've seen in a hot minute, and this show is STOCK FULL of really bad "this is peak humor LAUGH" moments like this.

They say that Eda has this "cool aunt vibe" and such, which sounds like one of those "character dynamics/tropes" posts on social media like Tumblr and whatnot. It comes off as really pretentious in the writing, and was shockingly unfunny to hear for a show that calls itself a comedy. Another line that frustrates me, more-so for lore reasons, is when they ask Odalia to make pizza bagels, when it was previously stated that human food is inaccessible to Luz during her time in the demon realm. So not only is it contradicting that whole thing (Eda actively struggled to find food for Luz that she could eat), how would they or King even know what one is or how to actually make one??

It seems like a small point to get heated over, but it once again feels like one of those stupid one-liners that one of the writers thought was the funniest shit they've ever thought up and kept it in because they knew die-hard fans would just laugh it off and brush it off as a joke, and that the writers forgetting about Eda's maternal struggle to feed her adopted kid is Disney's/the shortening's fault because they're at fault for everything wrong with the show...and not the ppl who wrote it.

Regardless, this whole shtick is extremely out-of-character for the way they had spoken in Season 2, and from what I can recall (I'm not gonna rewatch the entire show for the sake of a single post), King never talks like this. Luz does around him, but he himself doesn't talk like this.

I've discussed with friends before about this, including Robin (the one who asked me to talk about this), but from Part 2 onward Collector gets the same Luz-like writing every character that gets redeemed suddenly dawns out of the blue. I started calling it luz-ification, but it doesn't just happen to Collector.

It happened to Hunter, where his more cocky and ego-centric dialogues from early 2A was dropped for a more "comedic" personality and an anxiety-ridden character, though it's later eluded to that his cocky attitude was him masking his true self, so I try to keep it to that perspective.

But this happened to Lilith as well, where she suddenly started acting like "Cool Aunt Lilith" IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING HER ADMITTING TO CURSING EDA AND ALLOWING HER CAPTURE. WITH NO CONSEQUENCES TO BE FACED OTHER THAN THE CURSE SPLIT WHICH IS HARDLY UTILIZED IN THE SHOW.

(Side-tangent: Characters facing little to no consequences for their actions is something that goes on so much in this show but this is long enough already and I really don't like talking about this shit for long 'cause I could be using my time on better pieces of media, I'm sure there's plenty of posts explaining this point elsewhere by ppl who enjoyed TOH more than me)

Hell, it even happened to Amity for a hot minute. For some moments in the show she's written really off-character and saying things that just completely contradict how she's typically written, but then goes back to the more sassy and balanced character later on.

This post has gotten WAY longer than I wanted it to be, but to keep me from spending even more time on this, Part 2 shows a drastically different Collector, to the point that they do not by any means have the same character writing as they had before. They got luz-ified. Using social media lingo they couldn't even have access to in canon, and being written to quite literally just sound like a mini-me of Luz with the more obnoxious undertones of the childish thing.

Point is, they mimic these behaviors of Luz that they wouldn't even have reasonable access to learning from, because she's in the human realm for almost all the time after their release. It only makes sense in Part 3, when Luz is actually there for them to see her behaviors in action, but even that is so contrived and rushed that it feels unrealistic and narratively unnecessary. Remember what I said before about the timeskip only being 2 months? Yeah, 2 months isn't nearly enough time for a character to fundamentally change who they are as drastically as Collector.

Now to the part where I talk about Amphibia really quick and mention how it did the whole "having an alternative threat acting as a mini-boss" thing a million times better than this shit ever could. King Andrias, paralleling Collector for this particular scenario, is shown relatively early on that he's an antagonist to the audience. It's later revealed as a plot twist not to the audience, but to the characters, who least expected it. They don't waste time trying to throw off the audience with red herrings or telling its audience "He's not a bad guy, he's totally not going to be evil later on." They just show the audience he's evil and keep the story moving.

He's given enough time to feel like this ominous, looming threat, and True Colors masterfully showed how messed up this guy is and the lengths he is willing to go to ascend to the Core and cheat death, just as the souls within the Core had. His motive to avoid death and return Amphibia to the world-conquering ideologies from centuries' past is what made him such a love-to-hate villain. And the motive to cheat death in a children's cartoon? Metal as hell. The Core also parallels Belos here, and further on in Season 3, being the one manipulating Andrias through his fear of death in order to make him do what they want him to.

In the third season, Andrias continues his work by the Core's demands, only giving up in the final battle when he's read a letter from someone he had considered a friend long ago, which admittedly didn't have much set-up but it was at least the focus of an entire episode prior to the big pre-finale.

At the end of the series, he's shown to have moved on, allowing himself to age naturally and to stop using technology to keep him in pristine condition for eternity. He accepted the natural cycle of life, and in turn accepted that he will come to pass one day. He wasn't a perfectly written character, but considering what it's being compared to? Leagues better.

Like I said before, TL;DR, Collector is the bloatware of The Owl House's plot. They were shoved in as a last minute addition because they were the writers' "precious bean silly goose little gremlin blorbo" that they couldn't just keep in the drafts with the rest of the collectors. So instead of maintaining what little integrity the show's writing had to begin with and follow through to the end with the Day of Unity plotline being the series finale (Which was VERY OBVIOUSLY WHAT THEY WERE GOING FOR), they essentially made a side quest distraction that dragged the story on for longer than it needed to, wasting the audience's time.

I'm not mad that the Collector exists, I just find that their inclusion in the series did more harm than good for the writing. The show has a serious issue with giving screentime to unnecessary characters like the miscellaneous Hexside students, giving characters too much screentime (The biggest offender for this is Amity, there's more episodes centered around her than Hunter, Willow and Gus combined) and not giving ACTUALLY necessary characters enough screentime (Looking at you, Emerald Trio).

I really want to rewrite TOH, and if I feel the need to rewrite a show, it's usually because there's too much fundamentally wrong with it for me to give it anything higher than a 6/10 overall. But I've already got a whole AU and a whole rewrite in the works for two other series I care wayyyyy more about, so that's gonna have to be left to other writers in this fandom.

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If this post is how you've stumbled upon my page, hi :') Feel free to ask me about more or to elaborate on smth I said here if you want clarification, but if you check out my intro post and see another mutual interest we have maybe ask me about that instead of TOH please and thank you

[taintedbenevolence]

INTRO PAGE / PLEASE READ

— ❝ my beloved, weeping angel... sing for me — sing for me until your throat burns from calling out my name. ❞

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INTRODUCTIONS ABOUT MYSELF !

NAMES. Please refer to me by names such as Veris, Aeros, or Azu. If you'd like to refer to me by any nicknames, message me! I'll let you know whether I'm fine with it or not <33

PRONOUNS & PREFERENCES. My pronouns are she / her, so please refer to me as such! As for preferences, I'm currently straight.

MBTI. My MBTI is ISFP-A. A bit of an ISXP, but I'm closer to an ISFP than an ISTP, although I identify with traits from both.

ENNEAGRAM. My Enneagram is 4w5 / 4w9. Still figuring out what that means, but, I'm happy to learn of it.

ZODIAC SIGN. I'm not all into signs, but, for any of you who'd like to know, I'm a Pisces, born on February 23rd.

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About Me !

WHAT DO I DO? I'm a writer and artist. I love music, art, and writing, and as such, I am quite happy to settle here.

BLOG'S PURPOSE. This blog was created so that I could share my written works, characters, and headcanons, amongst other things that are unlisted.

FIND YOU WHERE? Other places where you can find me (or where you may know me from) are Wattpad and Quotev. If you know me from either of those places, you should be acquainted with my writing.

MY SCHEDULE. I don't follow a schedule in particular, so please don't expect me to be posting / writing on a specific day of the week. I'll be posting when I feel like it.

NSFW. Please know that there will be explicit content in this blog, so for any minors who are following me, if you're not comfortable with such posts, just carry on and do not interact with those posts. Block the tags vanilla.cream and saccharine.affinity if you don't want to interact with nsfw content.

AM I WELCOME? Ageless, 18+, minor, and other sorts of blogs are welcome here, but I'll reiterate: if you are a minor, do not interact with nsfw content.

BYF. If you have zero content in your blog or you have no indicative that you are a real person, I will soft-block you. So please, put something in your bio / header / profile that lets me know you are an actual person.

REJECTION. I have a right to not answer your ask if it bothers me or if I do not agree with it. There will be dark content here, but there is also a line to cross. So if I do not answer your ask at all ( WITHIN THE SAME YEAR IT WAS SENT ), you know why. It is very rare that I do not answer an ask at all. If you are not sure whether Tumblr ate your ask or if I won't ever answer it, send it TWICE. If I don't answer still after two months, you know I have discarded your ask.

YANDERE. There will be yandere content in this blog, although it won't be all. I won't say whether it'll be the majority or not, I am merely stating that it will be present. If you are not comfortable with such topics, move on, and do not interact. Block the tag cranberry.ichor if you don't want to see yandere content of my blog.

ZERO SPOILERS. Do not give me spoilers regarding any series I list I am in, and if you are messaging me / sending an ask about a series unlisted, do not include spoilers. Unless I explicitly state otherwise, do not send anything that might be considered spoilers. With that set aside, feel free to discuss anything you like with me, whether it be ships, theories, or any particular headcanons you'd like for me to indulge in by writing for them.

GIVING A NUDGE. As I stated earlier, I don't follow a particular posting schedule, and as such, I will ask you don't rush me if you request anything. However, if a ridiculous amount of time has passed by (let's say, around 4 weeks or so) and I still have not published an ask you sent, feel free to nudge and ask if things are alright. As long as you're not nasty about it, I'm more than happy to give my reasoning for the time taken and why I'm not posting.

Side blogs - 1. @moonlitcravings ( full yandere blog ) 2. @tears-of-raindrop ( no smut blog )

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Fandoms 𓆩⟡𓆪

✦ NO SPOILERS, PLEASE !

chainsaw man [csm] vanitas no carte [vnc] pokémon [pkmn] honkai impact 3rd [hi3] haikyuu!! death note assassination classroom tokyo ghoul [tg] final fantasy xv final fantasy vii rebirth

✦ SERIES IS FINISHED / SPOILERS ALLOWED

genshin impact honkai: star rail [hsr] persona 5 [p5] fire emblem: three houses [fe3h] angels of death [snt] attack on titan [snk]

Important Note!

OC CONTENT. I'll be writing OC content here, so, do expect that. If you want me to write about my OCs, feel free to ask about it. I'll be willing to write depending on the request. I also write AUs, so, go wild.

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TAGS - when.angels.cry - will mostly be seen on random posts, whether it be answers to anonymous asks or posts about mundane subjects sugar.shot - FLUFF content vanilla.cream - NSFW content cranberry.ichor - YANDERE content saccharine.affinity - DARK content such as smut and yandere, but with content that some may find disturbing. ex: teratophilia, monster fucking, etc.

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WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝: -vxrmillion + -viridxscent + -incxrnadine 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐯: VIRIDXSCENT / ourobxros

[miles-edgewords]

ABOUT ME

AKA Actual Introduction Post Because It Just Came To My Attention That I Never Actually Made One

art tag: #milesedgeart

non-art post tag: #milesrambles

Fandoms

(Except they get increasingly more… not)

- Carmen Sandiego

- Ace Attorney

- Trigun Stampede

- Over the Garden Wall

- Dimension 20: Fantasy High

- Promare

- Undertale (I got into it very late 😔)

- Sally Face

- Lackadaisy

- Nimona

- Minecraft Story Mode (cringe is dead fight me)

- Dan and Phil (again cringe is dead but also please respect people’s boundaries, if you’re publicly posting creepy/invasive stuff I will block you. This isn’t directed at anyone specifically but I feel like I need to say it upfront because uh. some of y’all scare me)

- Cinema Therapy (do they have a fandom? I hope so)

- Bits and pieces of Danganronpa V1 and V2

- Groundhog Day (the musical specifically)

- Sneakers (remember that nerd movie from 1992? no? well too bad I’m telling you about it anyway)

- Wargames (you know how the people who made the previously-mentioned nerd movie made a different movie 10 years earlier called wargames which ultimately inspired the creators to take an interest in whitehat hackers which eventually resulted in the creation of sneakers? no? well too bad, you know the drill)

- The True Meaning of Smekday (THE ANIMATED MOVIE DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE I WILL PERISH ON THIS HILL)

- The Lifeline Games but specifically the Taylor ones

- Brennan Lee Mulligan (just. In general)

- Whatever it’s called when you have not consumed a single piece of media from a fandom but you know more about it than some of the fans because you have a friend who’s really into it and you like listening to their opinions/theories. (ie. I have watched playthroughs of Poppy Playtime and FNAF and I have enjoyed them by proxy)

Theatre

Roles I’ve played & other stuff I’ve done in theatre (not counting anything I did in school because there would be way too many well-technically’s):

- Karnak / SABM art lead (Ride the Cyclone, Stone Soup Theatre Co.)

- Hanz* / Sailor (Cabaret, Stone Soup Theatre Co.)

- Lead puppet designer / puppet constructor / Pig 1 / Milky White Titty Committee** (Into the Woods, Stone Soup Theatre Co.

- Part of Christmas Future / Man 1 / Marley’s makeup, hair, and OHGODTHESECHAINSARE70POUNDSIMACTUALLYGONNADIEFORREAL manager (A Christmas Carol, Center Theatre Co.)

- Shakespeare’s Valet (Something Rotten! Stone Soup Theatre Co.)

*This was one of my favorite roles to play and I still don’t know if it’s meant to be spelled with a “z” or if our director just made a typo. Hans? Hanz? Hanzsz?

**Milky White’s udders kept falling off. It was a Whole Thing.

Hobbies

As an aspiring jack of all trades, I have a running list of hobbies which range from “I’m really bad at this but I have tried it and am familiar with it” to “I am Really Good at this Thing”. Here are all of those, in no particular order (to avoid personal bias, I will not be ranking which of these I’m best at. Feel free to guess though! I’m also happy to elaborate on any of them— I just don’t generally know how skilled I am in a broad sense.)

- Poetry

- Fanfiction

- Novel-writing

- Other writing-related activities

- Digital art

- 2D & 3D animation

- Traditional art (I like markers and pens a lot)

- D&D

- Painting D&D miniatures

- Violin

- Piano

- Singing

- Acting

- Guitar (and related instruments)

- Pennywhistle

- Origami

- Cross-stitch

- Comic writing/illustration

- Journaling

- Gaming

- Listening to Every Genre of Music Ever

- Attempting to take care of houseplants

- Space/astronomy

TO REITERATE, BECAUSE IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET THIS THROUGH MY HEAD. I AM NOT “GOOD” AT ALL OF THESE THINGS THEY ARE JUST THINGS I DO AND THAT IS NORMAL AND OKAY. HOBBIES DO NOT HAVE TO BE MONETIZABLE IN ORDER TO BE HOBBIES. IN FACT THAT’S LIKE THE SELLING POINT OF HOBBIES. I’M SORRY I DID NOT MEAN TO YELL THIS MUCH.

So uh

Yeah that’s me

Thank you for reading I will be updating this probably more often than I should

[septembersghost]

oh, i thought i'd share this since i think you'd like it! but i had a sub for one of my class periods and he was around 70 something, we really bonded over elvis during that class period though and he showed me these lovely chromatic elvis painting cards and i feel very bad because i can't remember the artists name right now but, ill figure it out when i get home lol, anyway they were really really pretty and just lovely little things and he let me choose the one i liked the most, i chose the 68' comeback special card (on the back it says something like "i wanted to protray elvis in a lot of bright colors so i chose this part of his career because he shined his brightest here" which was adorable) and he even forged elvis' signature on it for me, he was really good at it too lol, he complimented my elvis glasses and my tcb necklace as well and i really enjoyed talking to him! it's so fun to me that elvis can bridge such a gap between generations like that despite our drastic age difference, he's just bringing ppl together like that all the time and i think that's really important! 💜

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 🥺����💙💙

how sweet and generous that your sub would show those to you and then let you choose one! i'm sure he was happy to be able to share that time and bond with you, it's so special to find that, and probably rare for him. i bet he remembers you forever after having the opportunity to share that.

he even forged elvis' signature on it for me, he was really good at it too. okay well, i'm obsessed with this? this is amazing. IN YOUR ELVIS GLASSES AND YOUR TCB NECKLACE, YOU ARE THE CUTEST. stylish too!!!

i chose the 68' comeback special card TASTE and who among us wouldn't?! "he shined his brightest here" he really did. my boy my boy

it's so fun to me that elvis can bridge such a gap between generations like that despite our drastic age difference, he's just bringing ppl together like that all the time and i think that's really important <- i keep thinking about this SO much, and i'm going to reiterate the tag chelsea wrote earlier: maybe the bridge you build isn't just a song maybe it is people seeing your struggles and your heart and your mistakes #and building that bridge anyway because i also believe the bridge can be exactly as you said, between generations and connecting us through time. if you need a friend, i'm sailing right behind. maybe the bridge is there to help bring us together to find something meaningful and joyous and kind. even what he did in giving you that card is such an elvis-coded gesture, and what could possibly be a better way to remember someone who looked for connection and gave of himself like he did than in putting a bit more of that light and compassion out into the world in his name? how better to keep that spirit alive? it IS really important and we should hold onto it.

thank you for sharing this with me, it's marvelous (and if you find the artist when you get home, let me know, i'd love to see!!!) 🥰

[risingsouls]

[To elaborate on the ask I received concerning tagging discourse:

Discourse I WILL tag:

Anything about politics

Controversial or potentially triggering discourse

These sort of posts won’t happen here often, but when they do, I typically tag them with both a discourse (.:discourse:.) and trigger warning (tw: x) tag. I understand fully the need for these tags and do not mind tagging such by default.

Discourse I (likely) will not tag:

Posts about fandom shenanigans

My general takes on the writing of a series, positive or negative, most prominently here being Dragonball

In contrast, in my personal opinion, this is not triggering content that deserves a special tag. I think I’ve made it more than apparent that I will be open about my opinions on this series and its fandom, and that I will voice what I agree and disagree with as I see fit. If it bothers you enough, here is my suggestion:

I will tag all out of character posts with this .:ooc:. tag. Obviously I post more than just Dragonball discourse in this tag, but I would blacklist it if you don’t like these posts

If that isn’t sufficient, feel free to unfollow me. My feelings won’t be hurt because I get it. I’ve done it myself and it’s not a big deal.

Last thing: I also want to reiterate that it IS okay to ask me to tag something if you have a good reason for it, or it seems like something I should obviously be tagging. It wasn’t my intent with the answer to that ask to make it seem like I’m just a jackass and not open to that sort of thing. If there is a good reason for it, as in it is something that is actually triggering or could be legitimately bothersome, I will happily edit a tag in and try to remember to tag similar posts in the future. But it will be discretionary on my part, and I reserve the right to say no, as I did earlier.

tl;dr: Basically, I don’t have a single issue with making reasonable efforts to help people avoid potentially triggering material, whether it’s at my discretion or by a reasonable request. However, I’m not here to tailor my blog and its content to anyone’s particular liking. If my posts don’t suit your tastes or the vibe you want for you dash, I’m not going to be upset if you unfollow. I get it.]

[wander-wren]

free falling (i’ll follow you home) snippet countdown- 15

“and i’ll do anything you say/if you say it with your hands/and i’d be smart to walk away/but you’re quicksand” -treacherous, taylor swift

He’s so lost in thought he almost misses the thief.

Petty theft, nothing serious, but Hawks wants to reiterate: His skin is crawling, his body can’t decide if it’s too hot or too cold, all his muscles ache, and he feels like shit, mentally. And physically. He’s exhausted, even moreso than usual, probably as a result of not even sleeping his typical five hours the past few days.

So it takes him a few minutes to actually trap the thief in a dead-end alley. Sue him.

“Come on, let’s be smart about this,” Hawks says tiredly. “No one needs to get hurt.”

“What are you, a hero?” the thief asks.

“My name is Hawks.”

The guy leans casually against the wall like this isn’t an arrest in progress. Hawks only now notices his scarred patchwork skin, the silvery glint of staples. Weird.

“Well, Hawks, if you don’t mind me saying so, you look like crap.”

“Thanks,” Hawks says, deadpan. “I’m going to arrest you now. The police should be here soon.”

“Police don’t bother coming to this part of town,” the guy says. “Heroes don’t either, usually.”

Hawks ignores him, moving close with a set of handcuffs. He could use his feathers, but he definitely saw blue fire earlier, and he does actually have sensation in them even detached. Ordinarily he wouldn’t care so much, but right now…he doesn’t want to feel it burning.

“You sure you’re good? I don’t need to get arrested and puked on.”

Hawks grimaces before turning it into a glare. The thief returns it with cool, burning blue eyes. Isn’t that a contradiction. Somehow Hawks feels like it fits.

Stop thinking. Do your job.

There’s an itch under his skin and a paranoia worming around his lungs. He hates this part, worse than the headaches or the chronic low-burning nausea or the chills. When it gets this bad he wants every dom he comes across. At the same time he’s terrified one will take advantage. He could drop with a word in the right fucking tone right now—could have three months ago, to be honest. The Commission trained him well.

“I’m fine. I think you have bigger things to worry about, though.”

The thief doesn’t move a muscle as Hawks approaches, which is unsettling. Just after Hawks gets within arm’s reach, he lifts his hand, and Hawks isn’t fast enough to avoid it…cupping his jaw? Sliding up along his face and through his hair?

It’s been, god, years since anyone touched him like that. Hawks barely has the presence of mind to swallow his automatic coo at the feeling, halfway to collapsing just from that.

“Thought so,” the thief murmurs. “What kind of hero gets subsick? ‘Specially one like you. Shouldn’t you have doms practically lined up around the block?”

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free falling is launching december 12th, an epic dabihawks d/s au longfic that is weirdly important to me, hence the countdown. you can check out the tags for worldbuilding and other fun info

[harmshake]

Better Than Ever

Randy doesn't call himself "Daddy" for nothing...

Randy Orton x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2k words

Happy reading! Read my other stories here, if you'd like. ✨

It was never easy to be apart from Randy, the man you cared about deeply, but you couldn't put your life on hold and stay with him in Missouri. While he never asked or required it, you were tempted to, however, because it wasn't like he was on vacation. He had a back injury that was gnarly enough to keep him away from work and away from you for months.

But as his on and off again girlfriend, and former manager of his tag team, RK-Bro, you stayed in touch enough that it soothed the aching distance between you. The last time you saw Randy was a few months ago when Raw came to his state. It had been a fun visit, as usual, one that started with him hugging and kissing you before he made you dinner and ended with him in your mouth for dessert as he reclined on his sofa, his big hand softly fondling the back of your head.

You and Randy were somewhere between best friends and lovers...and the lovers' part always took over when you were around each other. Yet you were hesitant to push him to do anything that put a strain on his back, something he would fight you on but you weren't hearing it. You were satisfied with his mouth on you, your mouth on him, or his fingers in you.

But you'd be a liar if you said you didn't miss that big ass dick. Both of them as Randy could be a loveable dick that made you laugh. He did so now as he gazed at you through his iPhone camera as you FaceTimed the day before you had a flight to Survivor Series—the first show he would work in nearly two years since his injury.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth? All I said was watch your tone." His devilish grin pulled at his lips as he questioned why you spat a playful fuck you at him when he declared he was ready to blow your back out...and then you declared in a haughty voice that you'd like to see him try. 

"And I said what I said," you reiterated with your pouty lips and made him snort a giggle at your pretty face on his screen. "So, when are you getting into town? Where are you staying?"

"Around nine in the morning. And you ask me that like I'm not staying with you between those legs," Randy replied with that grin still on his handsome face. It was partly covered by his black hoodie pulled over his head as he sat in what looked like a Starbucks in his background.

"Why are you so comfortable being naughty in public like this?" you asked with a smile of your own taking over your face as you lounged in your hotel bed.

"I wrestle half-naked on live television, babe. I'm not new to this, I'm true to this," Randy said with a flick of his tongue on his lips. Couldn't argue with him on that, you figured. Instead, you invited him to the hotel in Illinois that you booked for tomorrow. When he showed up in a different hoodie, all red that matched with his sweats that showed off his goods, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your lips before you could finish saying hello.

"You missed me?" you murmured against his mouth and reached your hands up to nestle the sides of his face. You kissed him as his hands ran down your back and over your thick ass.

"Damn right...missed all of this," Randy growled as he cupped and squeezed your cheeks which were barely covered by your fluffy, white robe that bunched up in his huge hands. You had just got out of the shower in hopes that you'd have time to freshen up before he arrived, and he got here earlier than you expected.

But you weren't complaining as Randy's soft lips kissed along your jaw and neck to make you growl back. You missed all of him, too, like his warm, strong body up on you as he lifted you into his arms. He kept his grip on your ass as you circled his waist with your thighs, falling deeper into his warmth, his familiar, tonka bean cologne just as warm as it filled your nostrils. It made you moan more as his tongue curled on your spot on your neck before he sucked it.

"You sure—mmmm—you sure you can carry me?" you whispered, half-joking and half-worrying about his back. You knew he was healed and ready for ring action, but deep down you feared you'd jinx him by fooling around so close to the event.

But he carried you effortlessly while walking straight to the queen-sized bed towards the center of your large suite. Your distracted hum from his mouth yanked a chuckle out of him as he carefully laid you on your back and yanked open your robe.

"You're still trying me with that shit, babe?" Randy's low, slightly gruff tone dropped even lower as he slid his fingers onto your waist, your eyes catching his blue ones that flashed with an impish fire in them. He flipped you onto your stomach with your naked lower half exposed as his fingers continued to rub you down and scoop you up by your hips to put you on your knees. You felt yourself tremble in his hands from his warmth again, this time it was his breath as it kissed your pussy lips before he did and purred to it, "My back is better than ever...and you're about to find out after I eat this pussy."

His tongue shot out to part your slick lips that he made slicker with his long laps over your clit and little hole before he spat on it. Your mouth smudged to the downy comforter beneath you that absorbed your moans from Randy's lengthy licks that suckled and pulled you closer to a shivering climax out of nowhere. You trickled down his prickly bearded chin as he tasted you for the first time in months, every last drop. 

"This pussy is still so sweet...and so soft," Randy groaned behind you as he gently pushed his thick, middle finger into the mess he made of your gushy folds already. You were trying to come down from your high but he kept you lifted, your body still flinching with a delicious afterglow, as he pumped and twirled his digit within you, and then another, no doubt preparing you for the sweet stretch of his dick that you craved.

You could just hear over your moans Randy's sweatpants hitting the floor and condom foil ripping open. You tried to lift your head to see him and his bare, perfect body but you only saw his hand that swept your hair from your face before he pinned you to the bed by the back of your neck as he stood. You moaned preemptively, knowing what was next before you felt it: The very thick, smooth head of Randy's dick pressing to your hole as he slowly sunk himself inside you.

"Goddamn, Daddy," you hissed as he took his time working himself to the back of your pussy, his free hand fastened to your right hip as his hips rocked until you felt his warm body against you. It had been a while since he had you like this, sprawled out beneath him as he hit with luscious backshots in you that had you whining like it was your first time.

"What, babe? You can't take Daddy in them guts?" Randy's grunts touched your ear as your moans teetered into screams with his body bumping onto your ass with each long, pounding thrust. 

"I can take it..." you replied in a raspy whisper, but you were half-lying. You felt him so deep, so snug and nudged up in your walls, that you felt dizzy. But you also felt so turned on, so hot and desperate to cum on his dick, that you reached a hand between your thighs to tease your clit. You heard Randy moan at the sight of you and you moaned back, "Mmm, fuck me, baby...make me cum for you again."

"How do you want it? Like this...?" Randy slipped his hand on your neck to grasp your left hip as he tugged you closer and on your feet to the carpet, suddenly feeling even deeper as he threw rapid thrusts into you that left your head spinning. Your moans were panting and made him smack his hand to your left ass cheek which made those pants spike into a yelp. Yet that didn't satisfy him so he switched it up yet again...

"Or like this?" He stripped you of your robe which was barely hanging on at this point and rolled you back onto the bed, joining you and sitting on his knees as he held your thighs to his chest. As Randy carefully slid back in, his thumb slid over your clit as he put his back into it then, steady pounding with drawn-out thrusts that would draw out your orgasm in no time, he knew it. That dick digging right on your g-spot, his thumb caressing your sweetest spot with soft zigzags that made you twitch on his dick and cry out to him. "Yeah, that's it, babe. This is how you want Daddy to make you cum, huh?"

"Fuck yeeees, unhhhh," you cried again as you watched him watch you as he fucked you. His piercing eyes were all over your body, all over your breasts that bounced with every stroke—strokes that made his abs flex and glisten with light sweat as he put in that work to break you down from the inside out. You wanted to keep your eyes on his as they met yours but you squeezed them shut the moment your orgasm snatched you up, your hands snatching up the sheets around you.

"Say my name," Randy commanded with his weight pressing down on you as he leaned over, your toes pressing to the headboard. You were already finding it challenging just to breathe, yet he was persistent with his deep strokes that pounded it out of you as he repeated, "Say. My. Name."

"Randy, mmmmm, fuck!"

"Say...it...right."

"Unhh, Daddy..."

"Daddy knows how to take care of this sweet pussy...right, baby?" Randy cooed to you as you creamed on his dick and nodded your head the best you could as he staggered your body. You heard that telltale snag in his sexy tone that he was closer than you realized, and you watched his gorgeous face twist with a moan before he huskily groaned, "God, you feel perfect..."

"Don't hold back. I want you to cum, please," you begged as your hands gripped his strong forearms that boxed in your body under his. He gave you only a few more strokes before he went rigid, holding himself deep within you as he came and pushed moan after moan from you both. You thought you saw stars surround his face as he brought it to yours to kiss your lips, pulling your legs down to rest on his thighs as he cradled your waist in his hands.

Randy didn't pull out until you stopped shaking, but thankfully his kisses didn't stop as he pulled the condom off to tie and toss into the waste bin by the nightstand. You felt his kisses fall on your shoulder before he pulled away to look at you huffing, worn down as your body glowed with pleasure from him giving you the best sex you've had...well, ever.

You hid half your face in the pillow as you looked back at him with a coy smile as he proved you wrong and left you speechless: His back didn't slow him down not one bit.

He checked the time on his phone that he fished from his pants on the floor before he smirked back at you. That's when Randy tipped his chin and remarked, "Got a few hours before call time. Want to test my back again? Because that was just a warm-up, baby..."

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[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[chil2de]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 — oikawa tooru.

💌: “thinking about timeskip!oikawa and yn hooking up but yn has no fucking clue what happened last night and oikawa literally makes her go to such lengths just for him to talk about it cause he wants to spend time with her💀 asks her on a date n shit and the entire time she’s just😐 so did we fuck or na”

a/n: thanks for the request, angel. (: it’s my first proper piece for tooru, so i hope he sounds okay. sorry i put this off so long, his personality really makes me scratch my head :/

tags: unprotected sex, public sex, a lot of praising but half of it’s condescending, slight sub/dom themes, tooru being a flirt, some degradation. actually kind of really very sweet and fluffy until it gets filthy af. he’s kind of a menace, but that’s my hot take on him.

w.c: 3.1k

The only thing that manages to disrupt you from your slumber is the white hot piercing ray of sunlight that pours in through the crack of the curtains.

That, and the stirring of the man from beside you. He’s flopped down onto his stomach, toned and tan back staring back at you as he softly sighs in his sleep.

This is not your hotel room, nor is it your home country.

It dawns on you a few seconds later that you have absolutely no fucking clue who he is.

Do you two even speak the same language? Why are you in the same bed as him? Did you two sleep together?

You lift the velvety white blankets to take a peek, finding yourself dressed in only your underwear. You wrinkle your nose in distaste at your poor choice of fashion. Red skimpy lingerie. What a classic, you muse.

“Hm? Are you finally up?” He murmurs, tone muffled by the fabric of his plush pillow. His tone sounds thick with sleep, groggy, but holds a quality of a tantalising edge in the undertones. Almost like he’s mocking you, or teasing you. Almost.

“Surprised you’re still here, actually. Here. Can you pinch me?” The brunette shifts his upper torso, propping his left elbow against the mattress until it dips into the fabric. He leans his jaw into the cuff of his palm, greeting you with handsome sleepy eyelids and a lopsided sly smile.

“Surprised? Why?” You press him, ignoring his earlier remark. You're abruptly self conscious of his travelling chocolate orbs all over your skin, and so you sit up— resting your spine against the headboard and the sheets come up in a similar fashion. He cocks his eyebrow incredulously, tilting his head to one side in curiosity. As though he has more to say on the matter, but he chooses not to. If you had to pinpoint it, it would probably be something along the lines of “We fucked last night. What’s the point in hiding that body of yours?”

“Why?” He reiterates, drawing the word out in intrigue. The male drums his long and slender digits against the side of his face, humming in thought.

“You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” He challenges you, tilting his head back and he follows his gaze down his nose. You purse your lips into a tight line, lightly shaking your head at him. He only emits a wistful sigh, abruptly sitting himself up onto his knees and yanking the blankets off of you in the process. What a fucking menace, you think. He could have gotten up normally, like any other human being, and allowed you the last saving grace of your decency. It’s embarrassing enough that you’re stuck with some form of amnesia in his apartment in the first place.

“That’s pretty insulting, you know.” He begins from where he stands by the foot of the bed, plucking his discarded clothes from off of the floor. Your eyes trail to the outline of his thighs, gaze lingering a little more than deemed necessary as he steps into a pair of jet black sweats.

“Considering the fact that you were moaning my name last night. But now, you don’t even know it. Huh. Did I fuck you that good? I mean, I know I’m great in bed but— that’s a lot, even for you—“

“—Did we fuck, though?” You cut him short, astounded with yourself. You will most definitely ignore the familiar licks of arousal that washed over you as soon as his words smoothed over from his lips. This whole man’s a fucking double edged sword, almost as though you might be talking to two different people at once. And above all, he’s cocky. Outright arrogant. You would cry yourself to sleep for having dropped the bar so low if you did sleep with him.

You almost want to give into the devil on your shoulder, that screeches and exclaims ‘but he’s hot’. Yes. He’s hot. Very much so. But you’d rather fuck him with a sandbag over his face than let him see you vulnerable. Men like him just bubble rage from within you.

“Did we?” He ricochets the question off of you, pulling a random shirt out of his closet before fitting it over his head. He leans over towards his mirror, running his digits through his tufts of brunette before glancing at you in the reflection. You huff at his demeanour, throwing the sheets off of you before sitting on the edge of the bed to pick your clothes back up. They’re strewn around on the floor messily from where you slept, and you can only mutter strings of profanities and complaints at the mere thought of having to wear the same clothes you came in. Especially in this sticky, humid Brazilian heat.

“You don’t plan on telling me anytime soon, do you?” You scoff, struggling to stuff your feet into your socks. Everything’s warm and sticks to your skin in ways that shouldn’t. You’re mere seconds away from chopping your own hair off just to relieve some of the temperature.

“I don’t feel particularly inclined to, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The brunette stalks over to you, half his shirt ridden up and he leans down to clasp your chin with his thumb and index— tilting you up to look at him. You tear your gaze away.

“Though, I might be able to make an exception. Just. For. You.” He enunciates the last three words, that same teasing tone gracing your ears and fuelling your inner demons as from earlier when he’d first woken up.

You clasp his wrist, tearing it away from your face. He allows you to, rather than holding his ground.

“Oikawa Tooru.” Oikawa murmurs as he slips his hand in yours, kissing the back of your palm briefly before painstakingly tearing himself away. Oh, how much he’d love to stay and rile you up for the rest of his day, but unfortunately there’s other things he must attend to first.

“Where are you going?” You bark at him, spinning around and twisting your torso as Oikawa strides to leave without even offering you as much of an explanation. He’s genuinely making you look like his personal dog. All you need is a leash and a collar.

“Outside. You comin’ or not?” He answers blankly, tone matter-of-fact. No shit he’s going outside. God, he gets on your last nerves.

“I’m not wearing the crap that’s on the floor.” You retort, causing Oikawa to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. He briefly mumbles something about how you can wear something from his closet, as though it would actually fit you when you look at his broad frame.

That’s how you end up chasing after him down the stairs of his apartment, listening to his growing hums of a small jingle that’s currently popular in Brazilian advertisements at the moment. You almost fall over in the process, legs in the wrong pant hole and a limb awkwardly sticking out of one of his shirts. His baggy clothes are most certainly not doing you justice right now.

“Careful. You’ll fall. Wouldn’t want that, would we?” He muses, lingering hand wrapping around your waist to ground you to the floor.

“You look great, by the way. That homeless vibe you’ve got going? It’s real sexy.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

You roll your eyes to the point where only your whites may threaten to permanently show. As the two of you scale the stairs, you regain your sense of surrounding from the outside livery. From here, you’d have to walk a couple blocks to your hotel. You must’ve left your phone there, because you didn’t see it back at his place.

“Looking for this?” Oikawa hums, dangling his phone at a height that you won’t be able to reach even if you tiptoe.

“Give it back, you jackass!” You thrash around, stretching your extremities to the point they tingle as you attempt to get your cellular device back. In the process, the cologne that wafts from Oikawa sends your mind into a haze. For a split second, you get the flashback of a vivid image. It’s Oikawa groaning and panting into your ear, licking wet spots into your warm neck.

“You good there? Hit your head or what?”

You shake your head abruptly, staring at him with blown eyes. Oikawa has concern creased thickly on him and you realise a little late that he’s just straight up handing your phone over.

What the hell was that?

“Thanks.” You murmur, dejected, and you swipe your phone from him.

Maybe he’s not entirely a jackass. Maybe.

You punch in your passcode, rays of your phone screen dimmed by the harsh daylight. It’s a pain in the ass to try to read the wall of notifications on your phone when there’s a constant glare everywhere you look.

“Wanna head inside somewhere?” Oikawa offers, and you’re confused by the fact that you don’t say no straight away.

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

You clutch onto your phone protectively as you slip it underneath your arm, squishing it between your inner elbow and your side. Probably a sure fire way to get robbed, but you think you’ll be fine if you’re walking beside Oikawa.

Speaking of which, Oikawa extends a hand out to you. He smiles, but this time, it feels genuine. Not snarky and egotistical.

“Don’t want you to get lost. Would be pretty funny, though.”

Nevermind.

You take his hand, intertwining your digits with his as you waft through the large crowds.

Once you’re situated inside a cafe, Oikawa plops down beside you with a small ‘oof!’. You’re too preoccupied scrolling through your phone, so you don’t think much of him sprawling his arm out behind you and the booth you’re sitting at.

There’s a particular conversation with Hinata Shouyou, your best friend, that catches your attention.

sho! where are you goiiing? party just started D:

sho! r u leaving with tooru👺👺👺

“There was a party yesterday?” You inquire, glancing up at Oikawa. He peers at you through his peripherals, in the motion of scooping up a pile of whipped cream from his ice cream sundae. He motions it towards you instead of biting down, asking you if you want some instead.

“There was.” He states briefly, bringing the spoon up to your lips. You steal the bite from him, furrowing your brows at just how sweet the delicacy is.

“Let me guess. And you’re not going to tell me about that either?”

“Correct.”

“Why?”

“Why else? If I told you everything that happened, you’d be on your way home right about now.”

You hum in thought, leaning over to steal the long metal spoon from Oikawa— digging into his dessert.

“Well, not really? I could go home either way. It’s not like it’s going to keep me up at night if I don’t know whether we fucked or not.”

“Is that so?” Oikawa hums. When you turn to look back at him, there’s almost a dark haze that clouds his eyes.

He leans into you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Oikawa trails down just a bit further, pecking a wet kiss into that same spot of your neck. Goosebumps prick the entire expanse of your body, cold sweat trapped between the fabric of the sweats you’re wearing and your own skin.

“You don’t remember?” He breathes, voice velvety and dark. Dark in your ears. It’s intoxicating, the way his mood can switch up so quickly. Like a light switch.

“The way my cock made you feel?” Oikawa’s padded fingertips press into your thigh, and he draws into your clothed skin with slow and torturous motions. A gasp gets caught in your throat, legs twitching underneath his warm touch. You can feel the fireworks and electricity crackle every time he comes into contact with you. It’s so foreign, but so so good.

“Made you squirt all over my sheets. Didn’t you see the scratch marks on my back? That was all you.”

His hand rides up, threatening to dip into your waistband. But alas, his phone rings and his playtime’s over.

Oikawa’s words make your body run cold. You can physically feel the drop in your stomach, and you feel weightless.

“Just kidding. We didn’t actually fuck. You fell asleep, and I’m not evil.”

“But it’s nice to see how eager you are to take my cock.”

Oikawa gives you one last peck on your forehead, but it’s simple and rushed. Like he’s saying goodbye to a close friend, not someone he was about to have sex with.

“Hey. This was fun. Let’s do this again sometime?” Oikawa hums, stretching his fingertips wide into a webbing as he waves at you.

He tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweats, head held high and he casually walks away.

And because Oikawa Tooru has managed to turn you into his lovely little pet in under 24 hours, you follow right after him.

You catch onto the back of his shirt before you’ve even thought of something to say.

“Let go, angel. I’ll play with you later, yeah?” He sneers, chortling.

“Fuck. The look on your face was absolutely priceless. Looked like you’d just seen a ghost.”

“You’re fucking awful, you piece of shit. I can’t believe I wanted to sleep with you for a second.” You spit bitterly, causing him to raise his hands in defence.

“I’m messing with you. You really think I’d be able to resist not fucking you?”

“Please. I’d give my left kidney to see your face all fucked out. You’re so easy to mess with, it’s unbelievable.” Oikawa wipes away tears from his tear duct, clutching onto his stomach. You’re left astounded, once more, by his sheer audacity.

“So what are you waiting for?” You retort.

Oikawa spins his car keys around his index, briefly unlocking his car and his taillights flicker. He climbs into the driver’s side, as opposed to the back.

“I’m not.”

Windows tinted, back arched and you’re on top of Oikawa. His seat’s reclined as far back as it can possibly go, broad and piping hot hands traversing your entire body. His right hand smacks across your ass, causing you to lurch forward and you squirm.

“You like that?” It’s supposed to be a question, but from him it’s a simple insult. He’s like honey laced with poison, but you can’t get enough.

You’re meant to give him a response, but your breath knocks out of your lungs when Oikawa bends a knee up and starts slowly rutting his cock against you. Small pitchy moans spill from in between his velvety lips, clumps of his hair clinging to him and you can see the perspiration that wracks him. His car windows are cloudy, even if tinted, and the air is thick and humid.

“Tooru—“ You gasp thickly, fists balled up into his shirt. His forehead falls against yours and he groans, cock twitching underneath you.

“So pretty when you say my name like that. It suits you. T-oo-ru~” He chuckles, stuttering when you purposely grind against him to make him fumble his words.

“What is it, angel?” He murmurs, leaving you no room to speak when he spanks you again.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Yeah? Want me to fill your little pretty cunt up? You know I can’t say no.” Oikawa chuckles, planting a sloppy kiss onto your swollen lips. You’ve kissed him so much that you can’t stand to not taste him constantly.

Oikawa, who blatantly showcases you his sheer raw strength, lifts you up to sit above him as he slings his sweats down to his mid-thighs. He’s too lazy to take them off all the way, anyways. His cock springs against his navel, and he hisses at the sensitivity from his throbbing tip. Flushed an angry pink, noticeably a lot lighter than the rest of his tan, and you can even see the noticeable tan lines on his thighs where his shorts would have ended. His shaft’s painted with beautiful veins that crawl him all over.

“Relax for me. And also? Try not to scream. This is a Mercedes, but it’s not soundproof. They don’t do that. I tried looking into it.”

You bend back over, clicking your torso against his and your tits lay flat against him. Oikawa aligns his cock with the entrance of your cunt, bending his legs up as he thrusts himself inside. A garbled moan rips from both of you, small whimpers and pants bubble from within Oikawa. His cock stretches you wide and full, as promised. It’s almost painful, but in the best way possible— the way his blunt cockhead nestles right up against your g-spot due to the position and the drag of his shaft against your walls when he inevitably starts fucking a rough and even pace into your cunt.

Oikawa silences your mewls with a kiss, tongue intertwining and muffling your cries when you moan down his throat.

“Good—hngh— fucking girl. Shit. You took all of my cock, huh? I’m proud of you.” He winces, face screwed and teeth grit because your pussy’s clamping down on him so fucking much. It’s almost ironic, because you’re sure Oikawa might reach his breaking point first.

You lean backwards, sitting up and you can feel Oikawa’s cock prod and bulge around in your insides. He can tell you’re about to either moan or shriek, and his fingers cram into your mouth to muffle your cries last second. You think he’s about to let you adjust at the very least, but he doesn’t. The fucker starts pounding into you, struggling to contain his own moans when you bite down onto his digits.

“Tooru! Ah! S-stop! It’s too much! Too much!” You attempt to reason with him, but it doesn’t help your case when you bounce yourself off his cock in time with his thrusts. It’s not like he can hear you over the sound of his balls slapping your skin, anyway.

“You’re, ugh, fuck. You’re fine, baby. Just perfect.” He heaves, hissing with a laboured pant.

“God, help me. You know you’re gonna make me cum if you keep riding me like that, right?”

“Or is that what you want? Me? To fill your cunt up with my cum? You just gotta ask, angel. I’m all yours.”

Your distorted pleas couldn’t have come out any more faster or jumbled. That’s okay, though, because Oikawa knows what you’re on about.

And that’s exactly why he’ll pull out, opting to stain his hand and your inner thigh with ribbons of his cum. You wanted him inside, you’re not gonna get his cum inside.

Oh, how much he loves fucking with you and fucking you.

reblog or i will punch you. thanks.

©atsuwh0res 2021.

[outerbankies]

LITTLE BLURB YES PLS!

only since you said please!

(disclaimer: this takes place during part 5 but in this version they went to topper’s, not griffin’s after midsummers. don't put too much stock into any of this—esp john b's appearance at the end—it's not important for the plot at the end of part 5, promise. just a scene i liked before i kinda changed the direction of the end of the part and had to delete stuff + rework some logistics.)

new light blurb: afterglow — rafe cameron

warnings: drinking, swearing, mentions of sex (minors dni)

“Times’it?” Rafe asks from his spot on your chest, his morning voice cracking from misuse and sending vibrations through your entire torso. “Hm?” You mumble, blindly running a hand through his hair. Your sleep-addled mind could still make out that your boyfriend smelled like chlorine.

“Time?” he reiterates.

You hum noncommittally, cracking just one eye open to search for your phone in the sheets. You can’t resist scratching a hand across his abs as you do, giggling when the muscles jump at your touch. You finally find your phone under your hip, only to discover a black screen when you try to power it on. “It’s dead.” “What would you do without me?” he chides, rolling over out of your hold to check his phone on the night stand, stopping his army crawl up the bed to give you a peck as he goes. He pulls his phone off of his charger. “Damn.” “What time is it?” You plaster yourself to his back, burrowing your face into the back of his warm neck and placing a kiss there. “Nearly noon, party girl,” he coos, plugging your phone in for you when you hand it to him and turning back over. You fall onto his chest, humming when he runs a hand through your hair. “We have to meet my sister and her boyfriend in an hour.” “Tell them to pick us up,” you whine. “And bring us coffee.” “Top said he had coffee delivered earlier. It’s in the kitchen,” he says, scrolling through the missed notifications on his phone. You hold your hand out for it, opening his Snapchat camera to check your appearance once he gives it to you. You gasp. “Oh god, I slept with my makeup on,” you groan, seeing your mascara had gathered in smears and bits under your eyes. You send a snapchat to Topper, typing out ‘please tell me you have makeup wipes.’ Rafe snatches his phone back out of your hand, saving the photo to his camera roll before he sends it for you, laughing maniacally as you whine. “I look like a panda.” “Mm,” he murmurs, setting his phone back down on the nightstand and snuggling down into the covers, arms circling in a vice grip around your waist. He assesses you one more time before letting his eyes shut again, pressing a long kiss to your forehead then resting his cheek against it. “Or maybe a raccoon. A cute one though.” “Nice save.” “I try,” he murmurs, cracking his eyes back open, looking down at you again, leaving it up to you to make that last move. You do, thumb on his chin angling him down at a good angle for you to kiss him. Rafe makes a pleased noise into your mouth, already shifting to lay on top of you, the arm that’s not holding his weight over you sliding under your back, fingers skimming underneath the back of your shirt—his shirt. There’s a knock on your door, a worse for wear looking Topper Thornton appearing in the doorway. “Hey, watch it bro,” Rafe admonishes, shifting off of you and making sure the duvet is covering you. “She’s not dressed.” “Chill, Rafe.” “Sorry, Y/n/n,” Topper says, but you just wave him off. He staggers into the room with a packet of makeup wipes, handing them off to you then promptly flopping down at the foot of the bed after you pat it, not unlike how you summon Wilbur. “I’d say I died and came back to life, but I think I just died.” “Me too, bud,” you sigh, started to scrape as much makeup as you can off your face. “Top, these are bougie.” “Did Blythe leave them here?” Rafe teases. Topper wouldn’t stop talking about this girl from his school that came to visit him a few weeks ago, and Rafe kept ribbing him for it every chance he could. “They’re my mom’s,” Topper mumbles, face down in the bed. “Fuck you.” “Down bad. Where’s Kelce?” “Last I knew, passed out in the tub down the hall.” Rafe laughs, pulling you closer to him, still making sure the covers are up to your waist. He pulls your shirt closer together where the buttons were undone. “Topper, close your eyes. I’m getting out of bed.” “I don’t think I could open them if I wanted to.” “She told you to close them,” Rafe says, kicking him from under the covers. “Ugh, you two make me sick,” he mutters, still moving to cover his eyes with his hand. “There.” “Thanks bestie,” you say, hopping out of bed to throw away your used makeup wipe. You hear a crash from down the hall as you settle back into bed. “Is that Kelce?” Rafe asks. “Kelce is dead,” a voice says from the doorway. Kelce is wearing sunglasses, his pink suit jacket from

Midsummers still on, but not much else underneath. “I am a new person. One that is never drinking again.” “Wait,” Topper says, resting up on his forearms suddenly, looking down at the covers under him, then to Rafe, shirtless, and you, wearing his dress shirt. Your dress, probably still damp from the night before, hangs over the shower rod in the en suite. “Please don’t tell me you guys had sex in my guest bed.” You blush, immediately denying it. “No, of course—” “Might wanna tip your maids extra,” Rafe cuts you off, laughing when you hide under the covers. He stops when you kick him in the shin. Topper fake wretches, making Kelce actually wretch before he runs down the hall. —

You’re whining about the bruise Rafe left on your hip, which your yellow bikini bottom strap so conveniently dug into, when John B steers the Druthers up to Topper’s dock. Rafe hops on first, helping you after him, tugging your t-shirt—which was actually his undershirt from last night—down further for you, even though it’s already brushing the tops of your thighs. He can’t resist the urge to press on the bruise with his thumb, grinning when you suck in air through your teeth. “You’ll be fine. Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You push him away from your ear, trying to suppress a shiver. You can’t even remember if it was from his hand or his mouth. “Sarah!” you greet, leaving Rafe to follow behind you. It isn’t long before he’s smacking John B’s hands away from the steer, taking his rightful spot. He looks silly wearing one of Topper’s shirts, stretched a bit too tightly around his bigger build, the hemline falling a bit too high on his stomach. You’d offered to wear it instead so he could have his own shirt back; he didn’t take kindly to it, huffing and forcing Topper’s shirt over his shoulders. You even think you heard a seem rip. “Hey, Y/n,” Sarah says, hugging you and offering you a White Claw. You politely decline and she giggles. “Rough night?” You just shake your head, settling into Rafe’s side where he’s driving the boat. John B keeps trying to touch things and Rafe smacks his hands away, every single time. “Be nice, Rafe.” “Ooh,” John B says in delight, and Rafe just shakes his head. “Am I making you look bad in front of your girl, Cameron?” You open your mouth to say something, comment on how their relationship had evolved since high school. But Rafe’s admittance of his insecurities last night was still fresh in your mind, and you didn’t want to stir anything back up. You just lean further into his side, squeezing him around the waist. “Watch it, Routledge,” he says, smacking John B in the back of his head. “I’m still your girlfriend’s big brother.”

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tags: @moniamaybank @downbytheouterbanks @littlementalpolaroids @fangirlvoice @chicagoblackhawkslover96 @amourtentiaa @loveylangdon @oopsiedoopsie23

[woogurl]

(hi, it’s me again pretending as if i didn’t go on an unannounced hiatus).

yes, i’m back...for now. i’m not sure for how long. as i’m too busy these days, but i wanted to specifically make this post because it’s been bothering me for a while now. someone mentioned this in the woosan tag as well, but it’s...

non-atiny’s(and some anti-shipping atiny) who constantly feel the need to expose woosan as some cleverly put together ship that was carefully manufactured by the company. i’ve seen so many titles on youtube and posts on twitter saying how:

“woosan is obvious fanservice” and “woosan; a prime example of queerbating in kpop” 

i’ve never seen a ship be so criticized for being ‘out there’ and ‘in your face’. i’ve made a post on fanservice before but this post will mainly be focused on why i think it’s completely unfair, dishonest, homophobic, and antagonistic to view their relationship as manufactured and fake. and before you go, ‘i’m sure they’re good friends but all that other stuff is clearly done by the company.’ and don’t get me wrong, bc kq is very much aware of the ships and do try to profit off of fanservice...like every other company. but the clearest indicator of this not being MOSTLY all fanservice is something i’ve mentioned many times before.

1. the rest of the ships in ateez not being anywhere near the intimacy and skinship as woosan.

2. body language. 

3. the members THEMSELVES explaining their dynamics.

4. kq not FORCING ships.

ever since predebut and debut there’s ALWAYS been three main ships in ateez. seongjoong, yungi, and ofc woosan. 

as you could see, woosan was definitely thee most popular ship. however, i do believe their popularity grew over time because during the early era i’m sure seongjoong dominated, even on fanfic sites they dominate the amount of fanfics written about them. however, woosan’s clear comfort and intimacy with each other made them more popular among atiny’s and even non atiny’s they even had some taekookers saying their ship was realer and that’s saying something xD. 

something people really, no i mean REALLY need to understand is...doing fanservice does not invalidate an entire relationship. 

there are plenty of celeb couples who enjoy publicly dating and showing affection. 

then comes the argument of well, “if they were real they wouldn’t be so obvious about it.”

this statement bothers me because, people who believe that showing too much skinship is fanservice but then they’ll turn around and say at the same time it’s just culture???

it’s fair to see them doing their fake love dance routine and going THAT’S FANSERVICE. but looking at those moments and going ‘nah, their entire friendship gotta be fanservice.’ is delusional to me, as u like to call us shippers. 

even if you do not ship them romantically, it’s odd to me that people see two same-sex idols expressing comfortability, intimacy and skinship together and feel like if they’re too open about it or if it looks too gay then it’s....fake? even tho fans love to say it’s just apart of their culture. but if it gets too gay, then it’s fanservice. 

i can’t. xD

just because they’re completely comfortable with being intimate doesn’t mean they’re being forced to act that way...it literally just means they ARE that way. 

i constantly put emphasis on being comfortable with skinship and intimacy bc, to me that’s just not something the company can force. body language is a reaction from your true emotions and your inner most thoughts. IT IS THE FOUNDATION TO FIGURING OUT WHAT A PERSON TRULY FEELS INSIDE AS THEIR EMOTIONS WILL ALWAYS TRANSLATE THROUGH THEIR BODY. if u are uncomfortable it will be revealed through body language. and i know a ton of seongjoong shippers are gonna hate me for this, but they are a prime example of this. trust me i’m not here to start a ship war, i am purely just using them as an example of discomfort in body language. 

body language is something a company cannot control.

seongjoong show definite signs of being uncomfortable with intimacy, heck shippers use that one moment seonghwa expressed sadness bc hj hugged the other members and not him as a shipping moment lol. but even when they do hug it looks uncomfortable. my guess is bc hj is not good at expressing his feelings and isn’t a touchy person. and even tho seonghwa is comfortable with skinship, it’s understandable that it can become uncomfortable for him bc of the things i mentioned before as well as the power dynamics and age difference between them.

and here i am going to be stoned bc, i have more to say about seongjoong(don’t kill me). 

bc something the company also can’t control is what OR who the members hang out with OUTSIDE of group activities. so that’s why i’m also mentioning that i also don’t think seongjoong is as close as shippers think they are as...seonghwa mostly hangs out with woosan. and it is almost always mentioned how often woosan hang out together off camera. even early on. woosan hung out so much that it literally came to a point where yeosang felt like his bestfriend was taken from him. 

can we mention again how happy that makes san? and let’s not forget the moment woo said seonghwa was into him, but san was like. ‘you’re into me tho’ and they BOTH tried to gloss over that.

wooyoung: wHaT dO u mEaN? 

lol. people love to say how much san’s whipped for woo, but woo’s probably even more whipped. 

here’s more evidence of woosan enjoying each others company off camera. https://woogurl.tumblr.com/post/614348590729625600/nobody-wooyoung-san-and-i-bass-boosted#notes. 

we can even talk about a more recent moment. the ateez debate about mint chocolate. dunno what’s with these kpop idols debating about mint choco ‘cause bts did it too. lol. anyway, they ended up talking about the group dynamics. and how woosan again are always together. 

i-i’m sorry, but does moment remind y’all of a past moment? LMFAO. seonghwa’s feeling yeosang’s pain. 

seonghwa’s just like woosan says they’re tired of each other but can’t detach themselves. and here’s more evidence that the company isn’t forcing them. for those who thinks kq has some masterplan when it comes to promoting ships.

when they talk about their dynamics, jongho says he feels left out but hj exposes him and says, ‘we’ve tried to pair him with someone but he(jongho) just doesn’t do it’

so this just solidifies my statement from earlier, if the members don’t wanna promote a ship. they ain’t gonna do it. we got one or two vlives from twoho and das it. lmfao. don’t get me wrong. i’m sure jongho get along well with yunho as well as the other members, but promoting any of the other ships in ateez like woosan isn’t gonna work well. ‘cause the rest of the members don’t have the same dynamics. woosan are comfortable with skinship and being intimate with each other and the other members just are not.

another piece of evidence is the members tired reaction whenever woosan is mentioned. lmfao. 

this was so dramatic omg. but the members reactions are very telling of woosan’s relationship off screen. if woosan was just fanservice i do not believe the members would react the way they do, maybe share some knowing glances at each other like. ‘pfft, they think woosan’s real’ but their reactions are always big or very indicative of something bigger happening behind the scenes. lol. 

i’m not gonna go into too much details, bc the members reactions to woosan are an entirely different post(i got so many posts to make. xD).

Lastly Wooyoung’s Tatto. I know right? He’s very committed to fanservice guys. 

Amicus ad Aras is something that woosan made to signify their friendship, and the fact woo got a tattoo on his body of it means a lot. not to mention woo himself taking initiative to find something that represented their relationship. 

i feel like i need to reiterate that the meaning of this tattoo was to define his relationship to san specifically so it applies to san specifically. woo has many MANY friends AS WELL as bestfriends yet he got a tattoo that can only be truly applied to san and no one else. 

u can continue saying theyy’re just good friends doing fanservice, but it’s obv that woo has many good friends. so the next question u gotta answer is what separates san from the others.

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

adams

request: Hi! I have a request, could you do one where the reader is a part of the BAU team, and she’s dating Spence, and she’s watching him interrogate Cat Adams, and she has to hear her say that she’s pregnant with Spence’s baby? Thanks!

for: @mggbler​

word count: 2,965                                                                                                reading time aprox: 11 mins 

a/n: so i’m back? also another thing, if you are requesting an imagine, id really appreciate it if you had your username listed as it will be much easier to tag you, but it is whatever you’re comfortable with <3

masterlist

My fingertips drummed against the cool concrete frame that lined the two-way window. My feet were firmly planted on the hard floors of the prison as I gazed intensely at the scene before me. An ember lit aflame inside of me as Cat Adams tantalizingly edged closer towards Spencer, diminishing the proximity between their faces. Every tedious inch she took, I dissociated farther and farther away into my headspace; although I could still hear her pretentious tone through my earpiece as she brushed her fingers against Spencer’s eyelids. 

“Close your eyes”  

This is bullshit. 

“Good, now keep them shut. Sit back and relax” 

I turned my head aside to look away, pinching the inner crevice of my elbow to regain my sense of reality. My composure was noticeably calm on the exterior, something I’ve picked up in the years of working at the BAU, but the expanding coil of indignation continued to wind as time passed. 

My patience had always been one of my greatest virtues, yet Cat Adams was able to deteriorate that virtue with her nonchalant fingers softly grazing the skin of Spencer’s hands, the licking of her lips as she whispered suggestive words on his neck, and that flame in her eyes that convinced her she was all-powerful. 

“Now when you open your eyes...I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three months” 

I breathed through my lips, reassuring myself of Spencer’s affections. Yet an insurmountable amount of insecurity peaked into the bottom of my stomach, clawing its way up to my throat. I felt restrained within my own skin, combating the urge to pick and pry at the flesh. 

“If she touches…” I muttered to myself, biting the inside of my cheek as my words trailed off into uncomfortable anticipation. 

“You’re here! You’re really here” Cat celebrated, welcoming Spencer in her chaotic delusion. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips, Spencer fabricating a benevolent facade as he let himself grow comfortable in her scheme. 

 “There is nowhere else I would rather be” Spencer replied with many endeavors, sending a chilling shot through my chest. 

 It’s fake...it’s all fake 

“You’re good at this...you’re so good at this” Cat shook her head, gazing at Spencer with much admiration and recognition. “I almost believe you don’t want to kill me” She teased. 

 “I don’t want to kill you” Spencer hastily admitted, replicating Cat’s gaze of fervor. As ironic as it seemed, it became a game of cat and mouse. Who would concede first? 

 “What if I let your mother die?” Cat blurted out, gauging at Spencer’s reaction to her explicit words. But to no avail, Spencer expressed no tells or twitches that would give away his robust collectedness. “Then would you kill me?” She continued. 

 Spencer stared at her with an unimpressed look, unfazed by the mention of his mother. A small smirk resided on the corners of his supple lips, raising his eyebrows in a lack of interest as if the lifeless walls of the room seemed blasé. 

 “Oh...my mistake” She paused, chuckling to herself as a devious Cheshire grin appeared on her lips. “What about Y/N?” She spat. 

 How did she…

 The once present smirk on Spencer’s face faltered, yet he remained his fortitude. He closed in on her, peering at her in suspicion. “What about Y/N?” Spencer reiterated, using reverse psychology to throw her off. 

 Cat pushed herself off the edge of the table, leaning back into her chair with an impervious attitude. “Cut the crap Spencie, I know about your little romance” She taunted humorously, rolling her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know about the little pet you keep around” She badgered, causing a chink off of Spencer’s armor to be revealed. 

 My fists clenched beside me, absorbing the evident frustration coursing through my veins. I cringed as I bit down on the muscle of my cheeks, the taste of metal coating my tongue momentarily. I kept myself grounded for the sake of the interrogation, but if the life of Diana and Spencer wasn’t on the line, I would be the one interviewing the psychotic bitch myself. 

 “I thought we were supposed to be talking about my mother” Spencer breathed out, leaning back in his chair to cover up for his slip in character. 

 “You know what’s the best part, Spencie?” Cat leaned over the table, ignoring the words Spencer had previously spoken and hovered a few inches away from his ear. For a moment she deviated her focus from Spencer and directed it towards the two-way glass. Even in the split second, she broke away from her main target, you could see the mischief and ego festering in the pit of her eyes. “I know she’s watching us...I know how much it’s killing her just watching us” Cat seduced, trailing her fingertips suggestively up Spencer’s arm. 

Spencer tore his shoulder away from her roughly, pulling up the cuffs of his sleeves in a sensible manner. “You said you wanted to play a game earlier,” Spencer reminded her, battling the urge to prove Cat wrong and reassure the woman on the other side of the glass. “Is it the same as last time?” 

 “Oh Spencie…” Cat sighed, retracting herself back to her seat. Suddenly her stare drifted back to the two-way glass, and with as much authority she can harbor, she peered through the mirror with much affliction. “I can’t wait till she finds out about Mexico” She blurted out in faux innocence. 

 This pricked at Spencer’s ears, leading him to profile the words that spilled out her mouth. “What happened in Mexico?” He inquired, pressing her on the missing fragments of his whereabouts that lead to his arrest. She simply tiptoed around his request, taunting him as she refused to take her blazing eyes off the glass. 

A loud bang reverberated off the walls. This caused Cat’s attention to halt as it shifted towards the source of the ringing sound, only to find out that it was Spencer’s hand harshly slamming against the table. “What happened in Mexico?” Spencer reiterated once again, but this time his tone barely held back the chagrin clouding his rationality. The booming volume of his usually gentle voice complimented the aftershock of the wood beneath his palm as it still rattled underneath his force. 

“Are you getting a little aggressive Spencie? I didn’t even know you were capable of that” She mocked, tucking her arms to her side while her hands roamed the circumference of her stomach. Spencer glared at her incredulously, deciding that he had enough of her drudging ploys. He pushed his chair back, making the motion to get up and leave the room, but before he had the opportunity to stand up, two words were revealed into the already perturbed air.  

“I’m pregnant,” 

Spencer froze in his spot, taking a moment to breathe before shaking his head and proceeding towards the door. I scoffed in disgust, waiting for Spencer on the other side of the door. Even for Cat this was low. 

 I can’t imagine anyone using pregnancy for their own gai-

 “...actually we’re pregnant, Spencie” 

Everything stilled. Oxygen refused to fill my lungs and my blood ran cold. The same seemed to occur with Spencer as his feet were motionless like he was stuck in a fragment of time. The words kept passing through me like waves echoing from a cymbal, only this time it was endless. No matter what I did, the words never resonated in my head. I became deaf, some may say that I was in denial. But I heard it. I heard it slip past as a whisper on her lips. 

 I felt numb for what seemed like an eternity. But it was that same numbness that I wished never went away, so I wouldn’t have felt the overwhelming sickness that came after. My stomach boiled with an uncomfortable sensation. The ringing descended into the quiet of my mind as clarity began to flood my consciousness. 

That’s not...that’s not possible

Cat did it. She found a way--a loophole. 

Can it be possible?

I suppressed the paralyzing thoughts into a small compartment of my mind, letting a small murmur of reason dictate my actions. With naive hope, I rushed to a guard to request a Cat’s health records with much haste. After the small interaction, all I could do was wait.  

Wait for answers. Wait for the truth. 

Yet again my virtues were being tested. I thought the first time I would harbor an immense uneasiness over pregnancy, it would be my own. I was imprisoned in my own doubts and speculation, but I can’t even begin to comprehend the thoughts that are permeating the dark place of Spencer’s mind. 

What does this mean for me and...

No, I can’t think like that. She’s probably lying. 

But what if…

I shook the thoughts out of my head, focusing on the grey-tinted walls that surrounded me. I forced myself to fixate on how the overhead light reflected on the shiny tiles beneath my feet, while I let the background noises of an operating prison engulf my sense of hearing. 

But nothing could ever prevent my buried thoughts from climbing out from the back of my subconscious. Nothing could stop the anticipation that coursed through my veins, threatening to stop my heart altogether.  

Nothing could’ve stopped me from knowing. 

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The cold zing of the walls was the only thing that tethered me to reality. I felt the way my hip bones would shift under my weight as I sat motionless in the hallway. I felt the pressure and ache that began to build under my knees as they were pressed against my chest. A heavy film cast over my eyelids, making it exhausting for me to keep them open. There was an agonizing shackle tugging at my chest, restraining me from taking a fresh breath. I was battered and beaten, not physically, but mentally. 

With two words, Cat Adams had managed to send me spiraling down a sinkhole that I didn’t know how to get out of. I was stuck, encased in my own headspace. I didn't know what was worse: being in prison or being imprisoned by the person you detested the most. 

I thought the worst was over when she confessed to her pregnancy. I thought the anguish that I experienced hit its climax. But little did I know that the growing hole in my chest only consumed me further when I found out she was telling the truth. 

In bold letters, ‘pregnant’ was displayed on the front of her health records. Now they were measly tossed to the floor in a flurry of confusion and anger. 

A choked breath emerged from my esophagus, finally feeling the full impact of the circumstances that I was in the middle of. I was furious, dazed, and somber simultaneously, and I didn’t know if it was for me or Spencer. 

Spencer…

Does he know it's true? Would he know?

He wouldn’t have chea…? No, he wouldn’t 

As if it was the answer to my inquiries, the clatter of footsteps resounded from the head of the hallway, the clacks against the floor growing in volume as they approached me. Stunned by my own senses, I didn’t even notice the sight of grey fabric coming in from my peripheral view. 

It was only until I heard the rhythmic beat of the footsteps faltering in a slower pace till they stopped completely. Suddenly, a tender hand apprehensively reached out from beside me. Warmth instantly radiated off its palm as it battled with the chilled temperature of my skin. Then, a voice, belonging to Spencer, followed the small gesture in a quaint and reserved tone. 

“I…” He paused, intertwining his fingers with mine. “I know I haven’t talked about Mexico--or prison for the matter. I know that sometimes I close myself up in a box and hideaway, and you tell me it's okay if I’m not comfortable,” He swallowed his words for a moment, staring at his sprawled-out legs in front of him as he struggled to find the right words. “But I also know how much it hurts you when I do…” He uttered out. “I know that it hurts you when JJ’s the only person I can talk to about what happened” He turned his head to gauge my reception, but all I could bring my attention to was the soreness in my chest at his mentions. 

“Did you know?” I meekly whispered. 

“I don’t...I don’t know” Spencer answered unsurely. His voice seemed depleted of any assurance he carried with him when it came to his knowledge. I guess that was a common denominator between us in the present circumstance. “I don’t...I don’t know what she did” He sucked in a sharp breath, careful to let his words teeter around the break in his voice. 

“She’s really pregnant Spence…” I muttered, squeezing the clutch he had on my hand. “It’s gonna be okay Spence. I know you would never…” My voice trailed off into the uncertainty of my words, yet the hope that was latched onto me prevailed. “There’s more to this, I know it” I stated with much determination. 

“What if it’s...it’s mine?” He gasped, a melancholy air following his statement. 

“Well, you didn’t, you know-” 

“No, I--I would never” He finished the sentence, racking his head for clues. 

“Then there has to be someone el-”  

“She did something,” Spencer cut me off. “When I was in there, she told me that Lindsey--she got me to…”. By the wavering of his voice, I knew where this was headed. “A-and she told Lindsey to pretend that she was you…” He scoffed, shaking his head in self-reproach.  

“Spence…” I tried to stop him from his own demise, but I knew the second he started sputtering words, there would be no mercy to it. 

“She started mocking you and my mom, and that’s when...I don’t--I” He paused, licking his lips. “I felt so angry--more than I’ve ever had in my life--and I just,” He retracted his hand from mine in an instant, brushing the stray hairs away from his face. “I pushed her Y/N. I pushed her against the wall and I started--gosh--I started choking her Y/N”. The structure of his tone fizzled out into a meek mumble, an indication that he was battling his internal demons. 

The guilt and agony on his face were enough to devastate an entire colony. So much weight and history hung on the surface of his shoulders that it was starting to deteriorate. “I’m...I’m scared that this is who I am now” He lamented, picking at the small pebbles that littered the floor. 

“No, don’t say that” I protested. 

“Y/-Y/N, you don’t know…” He sighed. 

“I do know” I affirmed, reaching out to clasp his hand in mine once again. “I know you had to do things in prison, things you aren’t proud of, but anyone in your position would have done the same-”  

“You wouldn’t have”  

“Yes. Yes, I would have Spence” I remarked. “If someone threatened my life, if...if someone threatened my chance of seeing you again...”. I placed a gentle hand under his chin, making our eyes meet. “You bet your ass I would. It doesn’t make you a bad person” I finished my spiel, looking into his dull eyes in the hopes he would recognize that I meant every word.

“Then why do I feel like this? I’ve let down the team, my mom, and you…” 

I cupped his face in my hands, although he refused to look at me in the eyes. “Spence,” I breathed. “You have not done a single thing to disappoint anybody” I shook my head as my voice trembled under the weight of the conversation. “If you disappointed anyone, then why is the entire team working to get this psychotic bitch on death row? Why are they trying to save your mom? Why do I love you?” I professed, every endearing word flowing out of my lips with ease.  

Silence encompassed both of us, but the dense atmosphere still created an evident divide. Suddenly, he met my eyes with his solemn ones, but something was different. A minuscule glint of prospect flashed in the pool of his irises. The color and life began to emerge from the dreariness of his countenance and the warmth of his skin began to crimson his cheeks. A relieved gasp escaped my lips as he peered at me with much endearment. 

“Do you really think that?” He whispered. I nodded in response, taking my bottom lip into my teeth as I took in the beauty of his rejuvenating presence. From there I knew Spencer would slowly fill up again. I knew it was going to be hard, but I also knew that I wouldn’t hesitate to take every step with him. 

 “I know that everything isn’t clear right now Spence. But I think--I know--that you’re the only person here that can solve this” 

 “You’re wrong” He breathed. 

 I stared at him with a baffled expression, encouraging him to continue his position. 

“I can’t...I wouldn’t be able to do all of this,” He rested his hand on the apple of my cheek, caressing the supple skin with his thumb. “...not without you” 

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Make Me Feel Better Chapter 4

AO3 Link! wow, long time no update! welcome to a filler chapter that's not really a filler chapter but is definitely a filler chapter! I hope y'all enjoy it and tell me your thoughts if you'd like! and as always, sorry for any and every grammatical error!

disclaimer: as it is in 'What About What I Want?', Victoria is the oldest, Elise is the youngest, and Daniela is the middle child. this was started before information about the daughters was released so until I finish this fic up and the other one, that's how it's gonna be. okay?? okay!! enjoy!

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Two weeks. You’d been down in your cell for two whole weeks. Alcina hadn’t even come down to see you, only sending either Elise or Victoria to check on you and bring you your meals. You stayed facing the wall, your back to the cell as it opened.

“Y/N?” That voice didn’t belong to Elise or Victoria, it belonged to Daniela. You felt yourself tense when your name fell from her lips. “I’m… I’m not here to hurt you. I actually shouldn’t even be down here.” Daniela explained.

You still hadn’t made an effort to turn and face her. You felt the bed dip as Daniela sat down. “What do you want?” You asked, your voice soft.

Daniela sighed. “I’m sorry.” She glanced over at you before continuing. “I’m not expecting you to forgive me for what I said, but I am sorry.” Daniela said, reiterating her two worded apology. She cleared her throat before speaking again. “Mother Miranda said that the way I acted reflected badly on her and my family, I… she was disappointed in me. I’m disappointed in myself, if you can believe that.”

“I don’t.” You replied, still staring at the wall. You wanted her to leave, you wanted to be left alone. In all honesty, you wish you hadn’t run into Heisenberg that night you’d been travelling after escaping your kidnappers.

Daniela stood up from the bed. “Mother Miranda wanted me to give you these. Mother says that Mother Miranda will be visiting in a few days and she wants you to know what the high priestess looks like and how to act when she gets here. You’re to write a report and Elise or Victoria will pick it up tomorrow evening.” Daniela’s tone was now firm as opposed to earlier tone when she was apologising.

Daniela left after that, the cell door closing with a loud thud. You looked over your shoulder and found the room empty, she was really gone. When you sat up in the bed, you looked over at the table and your eyes widened before you let out a scream. The face in the photograph, you knew that face. You stood up from the bed and slowly made your way over to the picture, your hands shaking as you picked up. That was Mother Miranda? You shook your head, no no no, it couldn’t be. You dropped the picture and went over to the door. You were about to bang on it and scream for Alcina when the door creaked open a bit, Daniela hadn’t locked it, strange.

“Hello? Daniela?” You called out into the dungeon. You gulped as you took a step out of the cell, looking around to see if there were any of those ghouls lurking around, you didn’t know what they were called. You tried to remember how Lady Dimitrescu had brought you down here, but it was dark so you could barely see. You’d almost given up and was on your way back to your cell when you heard something. “Hello? Is anybody there?”

You heard a growl in response and a shiver ran down your spine. You could hear a scraping noise, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Please, can you help me?” You asked the surrounding darkness.

“Run!” Was suddenly screamed into your ear and it was all you needed to set you off.

You ran until you rounded a corner and found yourself face to face with those ghouls. There was little light in this part of the cellar, but you could see that some of them had swords and you gulped. You let out a scream as one of them moved toward you swinging the swords, others trying to claw at you with their sickles. One of their sickles caught your upper arm, tearing the sleeve of your shirt. You pushed past them, managing to find your way to a set of stairs that led to the kitchen area. You grimaced at all of the dead animals hanging up, looking away as you came upon a hallway that led you to a hallway where you saw a door. A door that leads to… the dining room? That was good, right? You knew the door to the right led to main hall. Mostly because you could hear voices, but you’d been through the dining room plenty of times to get to the courtyard. You opened the door slowly, seeing the Lady and her daughters talking and you gulped. You could easily sneak out the courtyard door, go to the gardens, make your way into the woods and leave, but would that really fix everything? Running away again?

“Darling, are you going to stay behind the door or would you like to join us?” A voice asked, you recognised it as Alcina’s. “And how, pray tell, did you get out of your cell?” Alcina asked, but she was looking at Daniela.

Daniela shrugged. “I locked the door, but the key must be faulty.” Daniela replied.

Alcina sighed. “I will deal with you later, Daniela. For now, go find something to do while I talk with Y/N.” Alcina ordered. The girls half swarmed away upstairs and you caught Daniela running her thumb across her neck and mouthing, “You’re dead.”, causing your eyes to widen a bit. “Did you learn your lesson?” Alcina asked.

You frowned. “You left me down there for two weeks, Alcina.” You replied. “Two whole fucking weeks and you didn’t even check on me. And then you send Daniela down there and she fucking gives me a picture of Mother Miranda.” Her name left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“And what about Mother Miranda, dearest?” Alcina asked with a raised eyebrow.

You let out a small sigh. “She’s the one… that was holding me captive. I escaped from her.” You replied.

Alcina hummed. “Impossible. You said you’d been walking for days before you go to the village and Mother Miranda resides here so you must be mistaken.” Alcina said.

“I’m not mistaken, Alcina! She’s the one that I escaped from and I had been walking for days before I ran into Heisenberg.” You argued. You shook your head. “I don’t feel safe here anymore, Alcina.” You said quietly.

“Come here,” Alcina commanded and you went to stand in front of her. “I told you, you are safe here, not anywhere else. Do you understand?” You nodded your head. “Despite your words, you will remain in this Castle, under my protection. I won’t let anyone harm you, and I definitely won’t let Mother Miranda get her hands on you again. Is that clear?” You nodded your head again. “You poor dear, you were down there for an awfully long time. I suppose I should explain why.”

You looked up at her. “Explain why?” You questioned. ”I thought you didn’t…” Your sentence trailed off.

“Didn’t what? Didn’t care?” You chewed on your lip. “Of course I care, darling, that’s why I had you down there. To put it simple, there was… an incident that needed to be tended to and it was best for you to be down there than up here.” Alcina explained.

“What happened?” You asked.

Alcina shook her head. “Nothing to concern that beautiful brain of yours with. Now, why don’t we get you all cleaned up and fed, yes?” She suggested and you nodded your head. You let out a small yelp when she picked you up. “I’m terribly sorry that you had to be down there for so long, perhaps it was a bit cruel of me to subject you to that part of your punishment.” Alcina said as she carried you to the bathroom in her chambers.

“The report?” You asked, suddenly remembering what Daniela told you. Alcina hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. “Daniela said-“

Alcina cut you off. “Just because Daniela claims that I said something doesn’t mean it’s true. She may have learned her lesson with how she treated you, but it doesn’t mean you’re automatically off her bad side.” Alcina said. “Now, you take your time in here, and I will have Natalie bring you something to eat, I’m sure the two of you have much to catch up on, dear.” Alcina didn’t leave room for you to reply as she exited the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

You didn’t know how long you stayed in the bath for, but by the time you opened your eyes, the water was cold. Stepping out and drying yourself off, you made your way into the bedroom to find Natalie tidying the room up while a tray of food sat on a nearby table.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re alright!” Natalie exclaimed. You smiled at her and sat in front of the tray to eat. “So much happened while you were down there. Did the Lady tell you about it?” Natalie asked. You shook your head. “Oh. Well then, I better not speak on it, she might have my head for it.” Natalie said with a small laugh. “The Lady wanted me to tell you to meet her in her study after you’re done eating.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, okay.” You replied. The two of you sat in silence while you mostly played with your food before deciding that you’d had enough. “I’ll um, I’ll see you around, Nat.” You said as she took the tray from the room.

“Try not to get put in the cellar again. It was very lonely without you around to nag at me.” Natalie said before leaving the bedroom.

You dressed before making your way down a few hallways before coming to Alcina’s study, knocking and only entering when she told you you could. “Natalie sa-“ She put a finger to her lips to quiet you before gesturing for you to sit down.

“Yes, Heisenberg, I am well aware of that now.” Alcina replied before sighing. “If you could just… Heisenberg, listen carefully, whatever you have planned, just keep it under wraps.” Alcina said. “Yes, I know. She did? Mother told you? Well, what about me?” Alcina questioned. Her brows furrowed. “Heisenberg we will continue this discussion another time.” Alcina replied. “Yes, you may come over, but if you bring any of your disgusting mutts here, I will not hesitate to turn them into skewers, do you understand?”Alcina threatened. “Good.” Was all she said before hanging up.

“What did he say?” You asked, shifting a bit in your seat.

Alcina shook her head. “Not now, darling. You’ll know what’s going on in due time.” Alcina replied. “I need you in here be-“ Alcina found herself being cut off by the arrival of her daughter, Daniela. “Because of her.” Alcina said, gesturing toward Daniela.

Daniela crossed her arms. “What is that rat doing here, Mother?” Alcina raised her eyebrow. “Sorry, Mother.”

“You two will be… getting better acquainted before the arrival of Mother Miranda.” Alcina said. “I won’t hear any excuses as to why you don’t want, Daniela. Besides, you’re to make sure Y/N feels safe here in our Castle. This is a much their home as it is yours.” Alcina explained. “And with some new information I received, you and your sisters will remain with Y/N at all times until I feel as if you don’t need to. You all may take turns watching them, but do try to give them as much space as possible.”

“At all times?” You asked.

Alcina nodded her head. “Yes. Excluding when you’re sleeping as you’ll be with me.” Alcina replied. “Any other questions?”

“Why do we have to babysit Y/N?” Daniela asked.

“Because Daniela, it is for their own safety.” Alcina answered. “If you wish to know more about the situation then ask Y/N about it. Until then, you both will need to write letters to each apologising for your actions. You’re dismissed.” Daniela opened her mouth to protest but closed it immediately because of the look her Mother gave her. “Deliver the news to your sisters, thank you. And take Y/N with you. You two can work in the library and I will be by later to check on what you have written so far.” Alcina said before fussing over her paperwork.

“Alcina?” She hummed. “Thank you.” You said quietly before rounding the table and kissing her on the cheek. “I really appreciate you making the effort to make sure that I feel safer in the Castle and hopefully with time I can gain Daniela’s trust.” You gave her a small smile and wave before exiting the study, running to catch up with Daniela who had left you behind.

Alcina let out a sigh, rubbing her temples. She couldn’t necessarily overpower Mother Miranda on her own, but if she could make you feel safer, protect you, and have you be grateful for that then she could accept that until she could take down Mother Miranda for the hell she put you through.