#ANOTHER THING to never expect from aren

[veryaren]

FINALLY drew this outfit. WHOOORE

[jiubilant]

Do you think Morokei and Savos Aren ever had like, a thing?

Like yeah, one of them was a millennia old litch who was probably deeply racist and one of them was an undergrad having the worst and most traumatic experience in his life, but at the same time...

A: Morokei knows Savos Aren's last name and uses it, which seems weird in the context that Savos should be more or less a bug to him. You'd expect him to be derisive, even if he did know Aren's name right?

B: Refers to Savos as "my old friend".

C: Seems genuinely disappointed when he realises the player character isn't Savos? And then stops talking to you soon after.

And all of this is from an encounter that was (to our knowledge) a quick mage battle in which Aren sacrificed his friends and immediately escaped. So it feels like something's missing.

i just had a thought...remember the "mages can communicate telepathically with one another" lore?

[T]he mages of the War College in Cyrodiil (who were handling communications for the Council) reported problems linking up with their compatriots in Akavir, even between master and pupil of long training. [x]

i think morokei could have broken into aren's mind—and probably the minds of his companions as well—in order to learn who they were and how to best terrorize them into doing his bidding and freeing him. it's not within the realm of impossibility that the mindlink persevered right up until aren's death. given that aren never really put the trauma of bromjunaar behind him you could in a warped and awful way call morokei and aren "master and pupil of long training"

[swimmingelectron]

More chlonette/queen bug cz exams are coming and i do not want them to

Part 1

Lb now deals with two of her regular partners flirting with her

Hello, m'lady~

Hey, bug, need me?

Chloe legit did her homework the next day and complained to mari over call ab how hard it was

She realised she couldn't stop being mean to everyone simply out of habit, so she just straight up started being mean about things they shouldn't do.

Sabrina! You need to tell me if you can't do something.

Ugh, Kim, if you don't stop being so loud in class-

You're such a worrywart, marinette, maybe learn to live a little.

Sure, a lot of mistakes were made, but it was that much better being around chloe.

In just a few months, chloe proved adept at staying out of sight of akumatised victims and capable of shattering akumas on her own. Moreover, she was a great fighter, a good hero.

With time, the number of akumas targetting her went down to zero and she was almost a new person.

Then, one day, lb needed her for something different. She needed bee to find out chat's identity and pass him messages in his civillian form.

When chloe found out it was "ADRIKINS!?" she realised she couldn't possibly continue hating chat. But she also couldn't give lb up to him for grabs.

That's exactly what she told him.

Adrien, Chat. You've been my best friend since childhood. I've seen what you go through, with your fa-umm... what you've gone through since your mother's death.

If you ever need to talk about anything, you are always welcome. About anything at all.

Thanks, but i kinda already stop by mari's terrace to talk about my problems as chat. Of course, i haven't revealed my identity to her so maybe there are some things i can come to you about.

Righhhht. Hm- so another thing is, chat, i really like ladybug too. And i won't give her up to you without a fight. And I'll never lose to you!

XDXD Looking forward to it, your highness :)

Then on, queen bee would drop by at the bakery, through the front door, flowers for her buginette.

(I'd like to imagine chat also upped his game when he found out chloe was getting close to mari and brought his princess little trinkets.) (He wasn't aware she was also lb at all.)

With time, mari became fond of the bee buzzing around her everywhere.

Before either of them realised they were calling each other sweet treats and honey tart, bug and bee

Mari couldn't have pointed out when she fell, but at some point, she accidentally told queen bee she loved her as she left for home from the bakery.

Chloe carried that blinding smile all the way through the weekend and into school on monday. Sure, mari was an anxious wreck that whole week. Because what else would you expect out of her? But chloe? Chloe had learnt a new skill in the past year. The ability to stay hidden and melt into bright light. She became the white noise in marinette's life until mari couldn't help but feel comforted by her presence.

They started dating in secret in a few months. As lb and qb, they told chat. He was, well, depressed to say the least. He'd tell mari all about it, and mari couldn't help but feel guilty.

Chloe and mari had comforted him in the bakery more than once in the middle of their dates. Chloe could forgive him. She'd also be broken if mari chose him over her.

Chat never did get over lb, but he got better at putting his mask back on.

Meanwhile, the viewers get to realise something about marinette that is not too obvious in the show. Marinette is not a mary sue. She is stubborn, she needs things to go her way, and she doesn't think any of her partners are capable without instruction. Yes, she is a good leader, but she is a very, very bad standby observer.

Chloe and mari both value their freedom, they both don't like making too many compromises and they both prefer if things move according to their plan. So while chloe is quick to anger, marinette frets. They get into fights. Chloe uses insults as her weapon. Marinette launches into tirades or sasses her back.

The fights aren't frequent. Because both the girls do compromise to quite an extent; out of guilt, love, and empathy. But there are these other more frequent little squabbles between the two about little things.

One wanted a particular flower. The other can't afford a certain cafe. Marinette's morals, chloe's standards. Usually, marinette would bring chloe baked goods and chloe would give in.

All good, right? Well, everything keeps happening according to mari's wishes. Marinette rarely compromises on these. Rose accidentally points it out during a project one day.

It sort of breaks chloe when she realises. When she asks marinette, the girl points out she thinks it's because chloe realises she's wrong.

Chloe barely manages to keep her tears in check as she breaks up with marinette. Does mari still think she is better than chloe? Maybe. She goes straight home and locks herself in. After crying 2 days straight, she finds chat at her window. She can't tell him anything really. But the support is good enough.

When he realises she isn't in a position to answer his questions, he simply gets her into the bath, playfully swatting the water at her with his tail. He gets her a towel after about 30 mins, washes off all her running makeup, and wraps her up in it. Chloe sits, dripping water on her bed while chat rummages for a change of clothes.

He gets her one of her childhood favourites and begs her to change out of wet clothes. It takes chloe another half an hour to make it even with pollen's help. Chat dries her hair off and brushes it into a fancy updo. He recharges and takes chloe to a food joint, and gets take out that they have on the eiffel tower.

(Chloe doesn't speak but chat doesn't actually need her to. Afterall, lb has been out of it too. But he knows something now. Because he comforted marinette through a breakdown, he knows who his lady is, now. He doesn't tell the girls. They don't realise it through their pain either.)

When the girls start talking to each other again, months later, the pain and hurt remains. But they've both grown into better people. Sometimes, they still call each other bee and bug. Old habits do die hard.

[fllagellant]

Also speaking of the Chromebook boom thing , growing up I Witnessed the shift in my schools . My middle school had a computer lab my first year , but then it was made into another classroom . The computers ? No clue what was done with them . Instead , you were to rent a Chromebook if you needed any online work done . Besides , google has all applications as apps , so you just need to download these apps and keep them on your phone all the time for schoolwork .

In highschool , only a few classes had access to actual computer . Photography , Computer Science … and that was it . Sure , in both middle and high school , we had computers in the library , but four computers is nothing for a full school of students . You had to fight tooth and nail for an hour on the computer in my highschool , and book in advance . If you were late , someone else got your spot . Naturally , a lot of us ( me included ) didn’ t want to fight for that when it was made 100x easier to rent a chromebook for a semester … if we needed to print something , we all had a teacher that would do it for us . We were pushed away from using computers

Chromebooks , unsurprisingly , are far cheaper than computers . And were advertised heavily to family to be the laptop replacements for student . It�� s way more probable ! It has all the needed apps built in ! You don’ t need to worry about the hassle a computer or laptop might bring ! Hell , I have a chromebook now . Hardly used , only cracked open for taxes or school related uses , occasionally used for like . Little joys . I had a hand me down dell laptop as a child , and now I have a chromebook . I want the hand me down laptop back ! Trust me !

Also this idea that all children cannot fathom a computer and are all fools bc they might struggle with dealing with flies on a computer ; What . Number one , go to a public library and see the children lined up to use a big old computer for games and school and whatever they want to do for the hour and bit they get . Kids aren’ t scared of a computer , but most don’ t have a chance to be Around Them . Much less have one of their own . Listen . If they could have their own , they would ! They love those things ! Number two , when children and young people are struggling with something because they are a part and were raised in that sudden technical shift , be fucking normal about it . I guarantee they want to understand how to sort files and know how to save specific projects to specific drives , but they never had a chance to Learn . And now that they have to , you getting on a high horse about it is Ridiculous . Oh no , young people have to learn something that adults aged 40-50 also struggle with now . The horror .

Like I get the feeling . It is bad that people are lacking that sort of computer literacy people expect . But do you think they asked for everything to be switched to Chromebook google drive no hassle no fun and to now be the big idiots who need help to learn about things they we never exposed to . Do you really think that

[wolverina2002]

I´m autistic too and got my diagnosis early, while still in kindergarden/early elementary school. So my parents knew from the beginning what was up when I didn´t react to an indirect communication as a child, when "There are shoes in the hallway" was just an observation to me and not a request to please clean up after yourself you chaotic gremlin, we have three of you in the house. (And two cats, can´t forget the cats).

So I learned early on what indirect communication was, and my family learned to communicate directly what chores needed to be done.

Another thing OP mentioned was something I didn´t realize before, and I´m not sure if it helped or if I´m reading too much into it, but.

So we lived above my maternal grandparents until I was forth grade, two adults and three kids on three bedrooms. I had my own room from the very beginning, and this privacy was never threatend except for younger siblings who didn´t know hos to knock. That continued once we moved into our current home, where all three kids have our own bedrooms. The area is also pretty relaxed and pople here aren´t living on top of one another, so that might have influenced our skill in direct communication.

That didn´t stop elementary school from being absolute hell, but it got better in higher grades. Direct communication and my whole class knowing that I needed to know what was expected with me helped organize group projects so everyone knew what they had to do. Now, at university, it´s even better, since it helps me communicate what I need to work with my fellow students clearly. And my knowledge of indirect communication means I can at least ask if they want something if they say something that sounds like a mere observation to me.

Then again, from what I´ve heard, I´m pretty lucky. I had my diagnosis from the very start and help for me and my family was covered by the government. Which, hey US and other countries, MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE DOING TOO.

So all I can advice is to talk to the people in your life. It´s worth the effort.

Hello this is just to say that I am very interested in that post you mentioned maybe making about indirect communication!

So to define Direct and Indirect communication with a pair of examples real fast:

Direct communication: "Hey, can you do the dishes?" Indirect communication: "There's dishes in the sink." (Please wash them.)

Indirect communication tends to trip a lot of ND, but especially Autistic people up because the implied request in the parentheses... doesn't always come through. So you don't do the dishes, and the Indirect communicator gets frustrated because they thought they had made that request perfectly clearly.

Which, in their defense, they did! ...in their micro-cultural language.

See, the actual purpose of Indirect Communication is to provide some extra verbal personal space and non-aggression measures in micro-cultures where people's personal autonomy has been compromised but there is also a high degree of understood social context.

Hm. That's a weird sentence. Let's try some more examples.

Indirect communication is most common in places or situations where people's ability to stay in their own lane is compromised, but everyone also shares the same base knowledge of what's going on. One example is in large cities, where people are PHYSICALLY up in each other's personal space because they're physically crowded. So cities have etiquette like "Don't make eye contact on public transit unless you actually need to address someone", so that, if people can't stop violating your personal space, they can at least signal non-aggression and give you some privacy. People raised in large cities, or who have lived there for a while all learn these unspoken rules by trial and error, some of us with more errors and trials than others.

Thus, in physically compact situations, "There's dishes in the sink" means "There's dishes in the sink." (I trust that you are already familiar with the social rules that dictate that dishes need to be done, and assume the reason you haven't done them is because you haven't seen the sink yet. I won't insult your intelligence by elaborating on the Do The Dishes Rule, because I know you are smart <3)

Speaking of Privacy, the other place indirect communication is common is in situations where people have Limited Privacy and thus everyone knows what's going on with them, and they know what's going on with everyone else, whether they want to or not. Close-knit families and religious communities often have this shared no-privacy pool, but it can also happen with you and two roommates in a 100sq ft apartment, or on a research vessel in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Since y'all are up in each other's business, indirect communication is there to prevent hostility in close quarters.

This, in a low-privacy situation, "There's dishes in the sink." means "There's dishes in the sink." (I know you are a good and responsible roommate who is maybe a little forgetful, and I trust you to have enough context from living in the live feed of everyone's life to know that I need them done. I won't insult you by suggesting your motivation was malicious in any way, and i trust you to do them <3)

So, to an indirect communicator, that was a perfectly clear request to do the dishes because OF COURSE you'd know what they meant- literally everyone else they deal with is in on this shared knowledge of social rules and daily updates. And not elaborating on that request is an affectionate sign of trust in your competence.

Except, you know. You're not.

So, you try to explain to your indie friend that "There's dishes in the sink." only sounds like an observation, and your brain will not auto-fill in the request like theirs does, so if you want me to do the dishes, just ask with words, okay?

And your indie friend understands this! but then instead of going "Hey, can you do the dishes?" they instead don't say ANYTHING until they're really frustrated with the state of the kitchen, and communicate VERY directly at you, and with great anger.

What happened?

So remember how indirect communication exists to prevent hostility and violence? That's because the threat of hostility and violence is VERY, VERY REAL.

Like you, your indirect communication friend made some mistakes while learning The Unsaid Rules and How To Use The Shared Information Pool, and the social hammer came down on them HARD. Ostracization, ridicule, maybe even actual, psychical harm. So they grew very, very afraid of violating those secret rules, and doubly so with people they like, so your indirect communication friend is facing this HUGE EMOTIONAL BLOCK when it comes to directly communicating with you, because to someone who grew up with their boundaries compromised and the threat of hostility if they violate the communication rules, communicating directly with someone they love feels really, really, really mean and they don't want to hurt or lose you.

For real, "Hey, please do the dishes" sounds like "Hey, please do the dishes." (You fucking moron who doesn't give a shit about our home and probably hates me) to them, and they don't want to talk like that to you. It's like how we never like picking the mean dialogue option in video games.

So instead they... just don't say anything at all, rather than risk a potential confrontation, and then the dishes don't get done and it turns into a REAL confrontation.

What a headache.

So what are we gonna do?

Well, you can't control your friend's actions, emotional reactions or interpersonal skills, but you can manage yours, and you're gonna have to meet them halfway, and it's gonna feel like training a skittish cat that coming out from under the couch is safe. Several-pronged approach:

DO NOT PUNISH BEHAVIOR YOU WANT TO SEE. When your friend does manage to say "Hey, please do the dishes?" don't go "UUUUGH IN A MINUTE." even if you are in the middle of something else and their timing sucks, which is probably does. Stick to either neutral responses ("Cool, let me finish this paragraph and I'll get on that") to positive responses ("Oh, sure! Thanks for letting me know!")

REWARD THE BEHAVIOR YOU WANT TO SEE. -and then actually go do the dishes to demonstrate that this approach not only is safe, it's effective. Also, praise your friend when they do a good job communicating with you. "Hey, thanks for actually asking me to do the dishes, that was really helpful." or "You're doing a great job navigating and giving me directions, this is much less stressful than the GPS" or "Thanks for being honest about how I was annoying you and bringing it up before it became a huge issue." This will kind of feel like you're an actor on sesame street teaching big bird how to say please and thank you, but honestly? that was the age most of us learned our communication skills, and we return to that teaching method because BY GOD IT WORKS.

MODEL THE BEHAVIORS YOU WANT TO SEE. Humans learn by copying, so lead by example with the kind of communication that helps you, and explain why it helps. "Hey friend, a question so I can schedule some stuff- Do you have any plans this weekend I should know about, or am I clear to paint the bathroom?"

This is the one that sucks but YOU GOTTA MEET THEM HALFWAY AND LEARN ABOUT THE CONTEXT POOL. Can't make everyone learn, and Indirect communication has it's uses (especially in modern jobs and social media), so you gotta learn their style too. I literally have a discord server that's just me where I keep notes on the life events and conditions of my friends, coworkers, neighbors and loved ones because I know I won't remember that shit, but they will kind of expect me to, and it's been a lifesaver in both not blundering into social faux pas, and actually getting around my crap memory to know them better. You can also model hybrid communication and practice your indirect skills by using an indirect request opener, but then saying the rest of the implied context aloud: "Hey, there's dishes in the sink. I know you'll do that ASAP because you're cool, I just wanted to make sure you knew they were there and needed to be washed, thanks <3"

Accept that some people aren't gonna change for reasons that are beyond their control and probably have nothing to do with you, and decide what you're willing to invest in learning to deal with them. I still have to play 5D words chess with my mother-in-law, who was raised in a close-physical-space-AND-no-privacy culture and is an excruciatingly anxious indirect communicator as a result. I can't make her go to therapy for the anxiety, and until she does, her ability to communicate effectively probably won't improve. It's got nothing to do with me, even if I'm the person she's most frequently at odds with. As a result, I have extremely limited contact with her. I don't see her for more than a few hours at a time, when we have an activity to do together, and only a handful of times a year. More than that, and I get brainworms by proxy, so for my sanity, I've limited what I am willing to do with her. Maybe your indirect communicator is someone worth effectively learning a second language for, like a lover. Maybe they're someone you can cut out of your life entirely without issue, like a manger at a retail job you can quit. You'll have to decide.

Anyway, that's my raised-bilingual ADHD/Autism Direct/indirect communicator ramble, hope it helps.

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

So, he was requested several times, and I finally finished him. Go me! With Univerity back in full swing, and several exams, as well as a seminar paper looming over me, I will simply be glad for every word, that will be written. Though, without furthere ado, here he is!

Sano Manjiro/Mikey

A childish personality, that covers up the worst, that goes around in his mind. He is double-faced, not in the worst way, but still in a way, that could become quite dangerous to you. Every word he says, you need to think over twice, as you can never know, when he is actually telling you the truth or just dishing up another lie.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He clings to you, shadows your every step, as he slowly eats up every last second of free time you have. Even if you don´t have time for him, he will always find a way to you, regardless. Sitting quietly next to you one second, and nearly chattering the whole time the next. Dragging you around town nearly the whole day, only to have you in a death grip at night. Holding you tight. And tighter still.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He isn´t afraid to get into a fight over you. Especially, considering who he is, and what his reputation is in the first place. There aren´t many things, that he takes care of while fighting either. He only watches out for one thing, that you will never see him loose it, like he usually does. When he knows, that rage starts to bubble up inside of him, he makes sure to shepherd you away first, before pouncing on the other person. And then, nothing will stop him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

While he doesn´t seem to understand the reason you´re making such a fuss at the moment, he doesn´t really get angry at you. Instead, he will start to coo over you, honestly trying to soothe your nerves, when he pulls you closer and rocks from side to side with you, even though it feel definitely mocking to you. He is delusional in a sense, that he honestly doesn´t understand your reactions, even though it should be quite obvious. From his perspective, there was never an abduction, as you simply moved in with him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

He will keep things from his darling, not usually with a malicious intention, but rather because of the deep want to keep his darling safe. With most of the time, only halt the information available or the truth distorted through his views, his darlings choices are never quite what one would call informed. He also never quite seems to understand the concept of personal space, no matter how often you try to explain it to him. As soon, as you stop, he will cross your boundaries once more.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

His darling is the only one, he doesn´t hide his tears from. He goes to them, if something is on his mind, and there is this heavy feeling in his chest. He is quite open with you, not afraid to be ridiculed for all the weak spots he usually does his best to hide from everyone all the time. With you, the mask of being invincible truly falls away, as he lays his whole heart bare for you to see. He gives himself freely and wholly away to his darling, and he expects the same from you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

What are you doing? Hey! Stop it! That isn´t funny any more! C´mon, stop it already! He can´t understand why you´re doing this all of the sudden. From his perspective, there is no reason for you to suddenly act like this, so could you please cut it out already. It hurts him, to see his darling act in such a way, as if they didn´t want him to be close to them. It breaks his heart, and slowly chips away at his already fragile psyche even more.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He already can´t understand, why you are trying to fight back against them, this also leads into the conclusion, that he simply doesn´t understand why you´re avoiding him all of the sudden. He only starts to catch glimpses of you, before you vanish around the next corner. Over and over again. Just another glimpse, before you´re gone again. This, is one of the many small things, that will drive him to the edge, that will make him snap sooner or later.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Overbearing and overprotective are words, that describe the way Mikey acts quite well, when it comes to you. He cuddles to close to you, and always seems to hang over you or to touch you whenever the two of you are in the same space. Though, the worst thing, for you, would be seeing him clearly splattered in blood, it slowly soaking into the collar of his shirt, but he is still acting like nothing happened. And when you ask, he will simply brush it off, before nuzzling closer to you again.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

In the future he wants his darling all for himself. He doesn´t want a family or anything like that, he just wants you to love him as he does love you. And of that future he is absolutely sure. He knows, that it will take quite a long time, before he gets what he wants, but he also confident, that the wait will be worth it in the end. And with that optimistic and hopeful look towards the future, he goes forward, burdening himself over and over again to achieve a happy future, where he can protect the ones he loves.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous, though he tends to never fault his darling for anything, even if they would be blatantly flirting with someone, the other person would still be at fault for this "incident". Mikey tries to whisk his darling away from the situation as quickly as he can, before he deals with the culprit behind it all. It will be violent, bloody, and above it all, it will be messy as well. He isn´t satisfied, till the other lays as a bloody, whimpering mess on the floor. Only then, he will come back to his darling.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Most of the time, he has the attitude of a petulant child around his darling. Clingy and whining, whenever his darling tries to remove themself from the situation. He will pout and act like a brat. Sometimes, pouncing on you to make you stay for just a moment longer. Around you, he always tends to be more emotional, and all the masks seem to fall a_ways, very much to the chagrin of everyone else, that now also has to deal with this more childish side of Mikey.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

The first thing he tries to win you over, is to show off to you. Stupid stunts, that are wholly unnecessary, then trying to take things away from you to carry them along for you. When this doesn´t seem to word he turns to the idea to woo you with food. He will start to share his snacks with you, as he tries to stay physically close to you. Though, there is one thing, that he never tries. Because even though he boasts with his knowledge on fighting, it´s always only in the theoretical sense, as he never openly fights in front of you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He is a bit colder and ruthless, than he presents himself to his darling. At the same time, he is a lot more emotional and invested, than others would know. He never really shows one person his true colours. The people around him, will always only know another side of him, as his mind slowly splinters apart, pulling him into different directions, as he tries to hold on to life. He is pessimistic and optimistic, selfish and yet willing to throw his life away for his loved ones. Mikey, is constantly overwhelmed, while being so terribly underwhelmed. No one does know him completely, as he himself doesn´t know himself either.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Even if your action might hurt him, he never truly retaliates in the same manner. Never hurts you like you hurt him, over and over again. In the end, no matter what you do, he will never punish you. At least directly. His anger though he will take out on other people, that had nothing to do with anything. And if his ire, ever turns towards the people you have held dear for so long, it´s not to punish you. But at this point, watching your friends turn away from you, you can´t quite help yourself but believe that this was intentional.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The right for privacy basically vanishes from the darling as soon, as any Yandere sets sight on their darling. With Mikey, it´s no different. He wants to know everything about you, and what you are doing at any given time. He has the unfortunate habit of finding you where ever you go, and at this point you can´t claim any more, that these are just coincidences any more. Though, he would never follow you around, would he? Well, he would.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Normally Mikey isn´t a very patient person. When he wants something, he usually tries to get it as soon as he can, even when it would have been easier to acquire it at a later point in time. Though, something is different with his darling. He will wait, patiently but not quietly for you to finally be just as infatuated with him, as he is with you. And he knows it will be worth it. He just knows. No need to be hasty.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

A part of Mikey would always cling to the love he lost. He would emulate either, a few of the mannerisms he picked up from his darling, or keep a their favourite clothes to him, wearing them repeatedly, no matter what it is. On some days, he would be looking in the mirror, contemplating, if he should start to style his hair different, or if the colour is truly the right one for him. Your image lays over his mind constantly, as he goes on with life.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Mikey has so deeply fallen into his delusions, where everything is fine, that he doesn´t even realize the severity of most of the things he is doing. That it also the reason, why he doesn´t have a problem with kidnapping you, or even feels regretful about it, simply because in his mind what he did, didn´t even register as a kidnapping. It´s hard to feel guilty about something, while being unaware to have done it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The early loss of both his parents, the loss of his brother through two of his best friends? The many unresolved problems going around his head? The neglect of the last adult in his family? There are many things, that could be root of his problems with how he perceives reality, especially when it comes to you. Though, there is nothing really, that you can pick out to be the direct cause. Maybe it was all of these things piling up over the years.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

When it comes to his darling Mikey tends to be very soft on them, and so seeing them screaming themself hoarse, and crying till they can only hiccup. It hurts him. It hurts him so badly. He isn´t even sure, why his darling is in so much pain. He knows, that there has to be something that he could do, but he can´t figure out, what that even could be. He is clueless, and you keep crying, and his heart keeps breaking, further and further.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Mikey never really poses a danger to you, no matter how deranged he actually gets, or how much his mind fractures under all the stress he is put under. He truly loves you, and wants a good future for the two of you. He wouldn´t settle for a coerced relationship, even if his delusions make it hard for him to actually decipher what is real, and what is just his mind. In the end, the thing that makes him different is, that he truly cares.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

He wants a future, that is good for both of you. Not one, where he is the only one that is happy. While his delusions will make it harder on you, there is one way for him to let you go. You have to convince him, that a future, where the two of you are together will leave both of you in shambles, with no one happy. It´s likely, when your words finally get through to him, he will let go. For your sake.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If he ever hurts his darling, it would be an accident. He would recoil from the pain, he sees blossoming on your face. He usually feels like sometimes he is nothing more than a monster, but the feeling was never stronger than it had been in this moment. Mikey doesn´t want to hurt you, but still he did. For a moment, everything is still, as he still tries to decide, if he should move forward to apologize and reassure that it never happens again while he comforts you, or if he should do it while giving you space. In the end, you will have to be the one, that decides, while he swears to himself to never let this happen again.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Mikey loves his darling above it all. And though, it comes close to worship, it isn´t quite the same. He still sees them as a person, doesn´t put them on a pedestal. What makes him so possessive of them, is that he simply sees a chance in them to be loved, from someone he loves as well. He adores the way, his darling behave, and he never minds spending time around them or doing small favours for them. No, he doesn´t revere his darling, he simply loves them.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Sometimes, even when they have been already together for years, Mikey will feel, like he started to pine once more for you. Even, when he knows, that you´ll love him, like does. Sometimes he can´t help himself, but for the slight sighs and gasps, that come from him, as he remembers you once more. He will pine after you for the rest of his life, and he knows this already. When he snaps, this won´t have any part of it.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

While he never wanted to intentionally break your mind into the same fractures, that his own resembles, he ultimately shatters it regardless. Stockholm Syndrome is a silent killer, as it slowly eats up who you were, and starts to change your behaviours, and worst of all, the both you don´t even realize it. He breaks his darling, with his unwavering affection and kindness. With his willingness to let everything fall to the side, to immediately run to them.

[senditcolton]

...before i bury you

summary: you had everything you ever wanted a dreamed of; a good house, an amazing husband, and after months of trying, you were pregnant with your first child. you should be happy. but in truth... you were terrified. 

songs: x x x x  word count: 2.5k (+ insta edit)  warnings: hurt/comfort, nausea mention, pregnancy and all the fears that come with it 

A shuddering breath echoes through the empty bathroom, amplified by your hands lightly covering your face as you feel the tears continue to roll down your cheeks.

You try to take a deep breath, your hands falling to cradle your stomach and you swear you can feel your child’s heartbeat deep within you. Or maybe that was your own heart, rattling through your body as you tried to compose yourself.

You had crawled out of your lonely bed a while ago, when the fears that lingered in the back of your mind crept out, emboldened as soon as the sun went down and you were alone. Fears that you never expected, that you never anticipated, that started to gnaw at you until they were overwhelming, until they forced the first tears to fall from your eyes. You had cried, letting the sobs shake your body until you felt like you were choking. It was only then did you realize that you were actually gagging, fighting back the nausea that your weeping brought.

You had just barely made it to the bathroom before you collapsed in front of the toilet, your body feeling slow, cumbersome, and entirely foreign at almost eight months pregnant. That thought, of how your body no longer felt like your own brought about another set of sobs as you rested your forehead against the cool porcelain until your cries choked you again.

After what felt like hours, you had finally collapsed back, the cool tile beneath you, the wall steady behind you as you attempted to catch your breath.

You should be happy. You were supposed to be happy. You knew everyone expected you to be happy. You were carrying your child, the child that you had wanted and wished for, for as long as you could remember wanting anything. It had been months and months of trying, of negative after negative, of seeing the disappointment that crossed Chis’ face every time you stepped out of the bathroom, gently shaking your head.

And then you finally, finally, got a positive. You were pregnant and you were happy. You were supposed to be happy.

In truth… you were fucking terrified.

Terrified of everything that had happened. Of everything that could happen. In pregnancy, in labor, in childbirth.

You were scared. Scared of being a mother. Scared of the pressure of raising your child. Scared that you would have to do a lot of it without Chris by your side. Scared of something going wrong during labor. Scared that you might lose the child that you and Chris had wanted. Or even worse; that you wouldn’t make it through. That you would never get to meet your baby. Scared of the possibility of Chris having to do it without you.

That thought sent another bought of sobs wracking through your body and your head fell forward, letting your tears fall on the fabric of your oversized sweatshirt, landing on the top of your distended stomach. You continue to cry, your hands absentmindedly rubbing your bump as a way to self-soothe, the worn hems of the sleeves gripped over your thumbs.

You wanted your life back. You wanted your body back. You wanted yourself back.

But you also wanted him; the little life resting inside of you.

There was just too much uncertainty, too many things that you couldn’t control, that you couldn’t begin to even possibly hope to control. And those fears were slowly devouring you, trapping you in the labyrinth of your mind and eating you alive. You felt like there was no way you could escape them. You were just too lost, too far gone.

Too distraught to hear the front door open. To hear Chris’ hockey bag hit the floor. To hear his echoing footsteps coming down the hall and into the bedroom. To hear the bathroom door swing open.

You aren’t even aware that he’s there until he is rushing into the room, kneeling on the tile floor in front of you. You feel his hands desperately grasping at you, cupping your cheeks, lifting your face to meet his eyes. Noticing your tears and watching his eyes dart down to where you were cradling your bump. One hand falling from your face to rest on your stomach. Then, your addled brain registers that his lips are moving. And you finally pull yourself together enough to understand the words that are falling from him.

“Darling, talk to me. Are you alright? Is the baby okay? What is happening? Say something, sweetheart, please,” he begs you, his voice cracking in desperation.

You want to respond. You want to. But you can’t seem to find the words, can’t seem to push them out. Instead, they catch in the back of your throat, choking you until all that you can manage to release is another bought of the heavy shuddering sobs that had been plaguing you for hours.

There was nothing that you could say right now to make Chris understand. So, in place of words, you reach out blindly to him, gripping his shoulders tightly and pulling yourself into him, your legs wrapping around his waist. You nestle your head into the juncture of his shoulder and let your tears soak into the silky fabric of his dress shirt.

Chris falls silent, letting you crawl into him. You feel one of his hands come up to cradle the base of your skull, his fingers stroking your hair while the other hand runs soothingly up and down your spine, never stopping even as your body shakes.

You can sense the weight of the silence, heavy over the two of you, Chris’ previously unanswered questions lingering in the air. It takes a few more minutes until you finally find your voice, the words still jumbled as both your reassurances and fears mingle together.

“I’m fine, we’re fine. He’s okay. I’m just scared, God, I’m so fucking scared Chris. I don’t want to lose him; I don’t want to lose you. I just… it’s just… I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

That final statement repeats like a broken record until the fatigue hits you again and your voice fails, tears never ceasing. Chris simply lets you cry and continues to hold you tight until your sobs slowly become shuddering breaths, the final teardrops rolling down your cheeks. Finally, he pulls your head away from his shoulder and forces your eyes to lock with his. You are somewhat startled by the look in his eyes; there is no anger, no judgement, nothing but pure love reflecting from his pupils. You feel his thumb gently brush away the lingering drops on your cheek and you can’t help leaning your head into his palm, melting into his touch.

No words are spoken but a quiet understanding passes between you.

Chris’ hands fall, one arm coming to wrap around your waist, the other bracing itself underneath your thighs. Your arms lock around his neck, legs tightening around his torso and you can’t help the small gasp that falls from your lips as Chris lifts you up off the tile floor of the bathroom.

You nestle against him as he carries you back into the bedroom, leaning down and placing you against the soft sheets of the bed before the two of you untangle from each other. Your body curls, trying to trap the warmth from Chris’ retreating form. He notices and lifts the blankets up over you, tucking you in. You watch as he wanders back to the bathroom briefly, returning with a makeup wipe. He perches himself on the edge of the mattress and starts to rub the tearstains off the soft skin of your cheeks as you look up at him, your eyes wide and blinking.

When he is done, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving the room completely. You want to lift yourself up to watch him, figure out where he went to but the exhaustion finally hits you and all you could do is sink into the pillows, staring at the ceiling until Chris came back, a small bowl and water bottle in his hands. He placed the two items on the nightstand next to you, glancing down and stroking your face with his knuckles, shooting you a small but sad smile before he disappears into the bathroom once more.

You let your eyes linger on the closed door for a few moments until you hear the shower start. A sigh escapes your lips as you look back towards the nightstand. You reach out and grab the water bottle, uncapping it and taking a few long drinks, rehydrating your body of all the water you lost in your tears. A hand reaches into the bowl and you feel the sticky flesh of fruit against your fingertips. You pull a slice of freshly cut and washed strawberry out and place it on your tongue, letting the sweet flavor crash over your tastebuds.

You continue to eat and drink, your energy slowly returning. But with it came the feeling of your anxiety, clawing at you once more. You curl deeper into the sheets, your mind reeling. That look Chris gave you, so full of sadness. Did he feel hurt over what you said? Unworthy? You normally loved how expressive Chris was, his emotions often on clear display. But now, you saw the emotion but you didn’t understand the reason behind it. If it was directed towards you or caused by you. And that made you feel guilty. For scaring him like that.

The latch to the bathroom clicks open and your head turns towards the noise to see Chris appear in the doorway, damp curls against his forehead and the scent of his bodywash permeating the air. Your eyes never leave him as he makes his way over to you, lifting the sheets gently and resting his back against the mattress. He still doesn’t speak; just stares at the ceiling, one arm crooked behind his head, his other hand resting on the planes of his chest.

You move, scooting next to him and curling yourself into his side. His arm falls to drape over your shoulder and you can’t stop the shiver that comes when you feel his fingers caress the skin across your ribcage.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into the silent night. Your words cause his movements to pause against you.

“What for?” he asks, his voice soft.

“For finding me like that. For scaring you. For making you worry for no reason.” There is a brief pause that lingers until Chris speaks again.

“Was it really for no reason?” he questions and you understand exactly what he is asking.

“No,” you reply, your voice cracking and you sniff, trying to fight back the tears, having shed too many tonight already. Chris lets you breathe and compose yourself before his voice cuts through the stillness once more.

“Can you tell me about it?”

You try to untangle your thoughts, put them in order, make them coherent. Chris doesn’t push, doesn’t force you to talk until you are ready. Instead, his fingers resume their previous movements on your side and you sigh, letting the safety you feel in his arms envelop you, let his warmth burn away all your uncertainties.

“I’m frightened,” you say, naming the one emotion that was behind every single one of your anxieties. “Of all of this. Of pregnancy. Of birth. Of parenthood. I hate how my body is changing and how I can’t control it, can’t control anything. That I have no say over the outcome of all of this.”

You pause, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“But more than anything, I’m scared because I have everything I have ever wanted. I asked for this, I hoped for this. But now that I have it… I’m just more and more aware of how easily all of this could be taken away from me.”

Your words linger as you wait for Chris to speak, even though you aren’t entirely sure what he could possibly say. You just let him absorb the fears and emotions that you expressed and piece together his own thoughts, just as he let you. Your fingers run over his chest, feeling the constant and steady heartbeat underneath your palm.

“I’m scared too,” he says and your eyes dart up to look at him, his face still fixed up towards the ceiling, expecting anything but that to fall from his lips.

“I’m scared of not being there for you, for him. I’m scared I’ll miss out on important milestones, knowing that I’ve missed so much already. I’m scared that no matter how much I try and make up for lost time, I’ll never be a good enough father.” Chris’ head turns, cheek falling against the pillow to look down at you.

“And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m scared of losing him too. And of losing you. Or being forced to make the impossible decision of choosing to lose only one of you.”

The tears prick at the corners of your eyes and this time, you don’t try to banish them, especially when you can see them mirrored in his. You let Chris pull your body into his, gripping you tightly as he presses a soft kiss into the crown of your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers into your hair and your only response is a small nod against him.

“I don’t have any of the answers, no one does,” he continues, his fingers coming to rest beneath your chin, lifting your head from his chest. “But we’ll figure it out together. We’ll face it together. Just like we always have.”

You feel your entire body warm at his words, so strong and assured, his thumb caressing your jawline. You let your body melt into him, leaning forward to press your lips against his. He returns your kiss with just as much love and fervor as he lowers you back against the mattress, his body coming to lightly hover over yours. He swallows the soft sigh that escapes your lips before breaking away, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still cupping your jaw.

“I never want to live without you,” you confess, letting the sincerity creep into your voice. A soft smile tugs at the corner of Chris’ lips.

“You don’t have to worry about that right now,” he replies, planting another feather-light kiss to your lips before he removes his body from yours. “Now, it’s time you get some sleep.”

You hum in agreement, turning your body and grabbing your pillow to support your bump, making your final adjustments before closing your eyes. You hear Chris flick off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. It is only a few seconds until you feel Chris move in behind you, his legs intertwining with yours as his arms wrap around your body, one across you chest and the other cradling your stomach.

The last thing you register is his lips against your temple, silencing any doubts left in your mind as you finally fall asleep.  

~ one year later ~

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Skyrim Husbandos and Their Kisses:

Not too sure if someone's done something similar but meh, eat my toe if they have.

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Ulfric Stormcloak: His smooches are surprisingly mighty gentle... sometimes. For such a dominating figure, you think he'd randomly approach you, yelling, "get over here and let me smack you with my lips, wench!" But oh, no. You're his literal pride and joy. Mister Stormcloak over here will feather you in tiny, savory kisses throughout your day. At times it'll be a peck on the cheek or forehead. Others, a kiss on your hand. He likes to leave the hot and heavy kisses for a more appropriate hour.

Veezara: I think about this more often than necessary, but how on earth would you go about kissing a lizard? Do Argonians even have lips? Do they just... nuzzle? I'm so confused. Anyhoo, I imagine Veezara's kisses to be very romantic. I view him as someone who doesn't throw affection around lightly. When this assassin wants to give you some sugar, you better cherish it, because it's going to be slam packed with nothing but pure love and adoration.

Argis the Bulwark: Sloppy. Very, very sloppy; shameful, even. Especially when he's tipsy. They're also never expected, either. You could be sitting in the comfort of your home, unsuspecting of any alarm, only to be swooped up like a pillow and have your lips crammed onto the ones belonging to your housecarl. Argis will have an entertained grin blessing his face. And when you ask him what that was for, expect an, "oh, nothin'. Just wanted to greet my thane properly." Sweet bastard.

Teldryn Sero: He tends to get pretty creative with his kisses. They can be slow, clumsy, gentle, passionate, you name it! But more often than not, he leans towards the goofy kind. Teldryn's kisses are somewhat childish in a way. Kind of like kissing a teenager. He'll be chuckling to himself as he pecks your lips on repetition while clamping his hands tight on your thighs. And when sujamma has its way with him, he'll LOVE to give you hickeys. He enjoys branding your neck in those miniature bruises (mainly as a form of warding off guys) and relishes the way your cheeks burn in the heat of embarrassment.

Ancano: You can't tell me this man's kisses aren't suave as hell. Like look at the yellow bastard. Look at him!! He'll have no shame as he struts over to you, doesn't give a goat's hide what you're doing, and twirls you around to face him before he tips your chin and blasts you away with a kiss. It'll make your knees wobble and have you swooning for the remainder of your day. Yeah he's got magic and sinister plots up his sleeve, but there's some total ladykiller in there too. Psh, Onmund could never.

Miraak: He's a mix between, well, all of them. Maybe not Argis, though. But sheesh. This guy is already powerful enough. If he really wanted to succeed in killing you, all he'd have to do is grab you by the shoulders and dip you into a long lasting kiss. He likes to kiss you in heated moments. And I'm not talking entirely about sex. After a strenuous battle, something just kind of clicks in his brain and he's overwhelmed with the urge to just pull you into him and kiss the mess out of you. This only occurs when you're away from prying eyes, though.

Savos Aren: Savos' kisses are so sweet it's as if you're tasting candy. As mentioned in my previous headcanon, he loves to kiss your nose. But it's when he kisses your lips that really makes you grow faint. Additionally, he'll like to do this during a lecture. While your instructor is teaching a lesson, the Arch Mage will casually greet his students before taking ahold of your face and kissing you tenderly. Without another word, he'll simply take his leave as if he wasn't there to begin with. Special treatment isn't his thing, but good God does he love their dumbfounded expressions. What he loves even more is how brightly flushed your face becomes.

Romlyn Dreth: This mer's kisses are slowburn, but tend to be a bit messy at times. But who doesn't like a little messy in their lives? He'll greet you eagerly after a long day and allow his lips to trail along the entirety of your face, taking in each and every detail. Afterwards, he'll bless you with a weary smile saying, "hello, my love." Kissing your hair has always been a winner for him. Can you blame him? He loves how you smell! When lying in bed together, Romlyn will turn to peck the back of your head as a cute way of telling you goodnight.

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If anyone's interested in sending a request for a Husbando Headcanon, go ahead! These are hella fun to make.

[beyuwol]

"it must've been hard," yuwol replies. he hadn't exactly kept up with the previous season when it was airing, despite knowing a few of the people who signed up as participants. it's not that he doesn't want to, he just doesn't have the attention span for it. now that he's a contestant himself, he watched back on a few episodes, hoping to find something that would help him for the next mission. that meant he'd seen kou in the roster, among others. "you've done a lot to improve, though. maybe i'll take you up on those home lessons another day. today... my limbs are screaming." it felt like they were, with how they're burning.

yuwol isn't surprised when kou starts dragging him around the store, which draws a laugh out of him. it's like they're grocery shopping together, it's so uncharacteristically domestic. he's not used to it—he never would be, he believes, but the more he spends time with kou, the more this is becoming his new normal. yuwol doesn't complain, he allows kou to take him around, watching as kou fills up their basket with different things.

the younger talks about muscle patches, and yuwol listens. "it's okay, i think i can put them on myself. i need to learn how to on my own, especially if i'm going to... stick around." the truth is, yuwol doesn't exactly believe he'd make it to the last episode in the first place. it's not because of the harsh judgement tanking his motivation and self-confidence—there are others with stronger desires to be idols, whereas yuwol signed himself up for a reason that's a little more abstract. but he does want to be better. he wants to try.

he doesn't make any comments about what kou is adding to the cart, until they reach the fruit aisle. it's only then that yuwol squints, grimacing slightly. "i don't think i'm going to win," yuwol says in a mumble, but kou probably wouldn't take too kindly to that rebuttal. instead, yuwol tries to—discreetly—put a few of the fruits back into the shelves. not all, because then kou would be suspicious or even outright say something about it, but yuwol thinks he can handle that. he can maneuver his way through that conversation, since kou... has a soft spot for him ( and he's only starting to realize this recently ).

eventually, kou is pulling him into a corner, which is cause for concern. before he could ask though, kou is whispering into his ear, lips brushing against it. yuwol, caught slightly off guard, flinches. even more so after he registers what kou had just said.

no one can blame yuwol for having his cheeks heat up, despite how direct kou always is he hadn't expected kou to bluntly request they buy condoms. in a convenience store, no less. like he's simply checking off a list of items in his head. knowing kou, that's probably how he sees it. but, as embarrassing as it is—kou isn't wrong, they've been sleeping together far more often than he thought they would. the problem is, yuwol had never been good at saying no to kou. that, and—it's fun; it makes him feel alive. every mark kou leaves behind is another sign he's alive.

ah, but. "we could... but we shouldn't be doing it as often." he keeps his voice soft too, he doesn't want anyone that happens to pass by to hear what they're talking about. as much as he can, he tries to keep it vague. "you're always... rough, and i need to be able to walk and dance for the upcoming weeks." even saying that is enough to make yuwol feel bad, so he remembers to ruffle kou's hair alongside his words, hoping it'd be reassuring enough. because it's not that he dislikes how kou touches him ( honestly, that's far from the truth ), circumstances are simply not in their favour right now.

"we can get them another time. or we could get them now, and save them for... later." he never thought he'd be discussing things like these, especially in an open space. this is normal, right? it is, but yuwol isn't sure himself. even with his previous relationship, his only other relationship, it was never this intense ( and they aren't even... in a relationship ).

the feel of yuwol’s hand against his hair isn’t unfamiliar, but kou relishes in it. he smiles, and lets his head tilt ever so gently so that yuwol can get a better grip. “it’s okay,” he says, because for him, this is nothing compared to the months he’d waited for yuwol to look his way. “it must be. when i first started dancing, my legs were burning. i couldn’t walk for days,” instinctively, he moves closer to yuwol, following the older boy. he empathises with the pain of learning choreography. kou was never much of a dancer, had actually been thrown into this whole idol thing … accidentally (a school project turned trainee offer). “if you ever need help, you can ask me. i could give you secret lessons at home,” still, he knows a thing or two about soothing the muscle ache and makes a mental note to help yuwol when they’re back at his apartment, which thankfully, isn’t too far off. 

something to get? he looks around the store, and it genuinely takes almost everything out of him not to cling onto yuwol. typically, he’d like to wrap an arm around yuwol’s waist or shoulder but he decides against it. if only for a moment. instead his hands find yuwol and gently he tugs at the older boy to grab a basket. “we should get you some muscle patches,” he says, leaning towards the rack to look through the different array offered. “i used to use this one. it really helps,” he places it into the basket and turns to yuwol. ah. so cute, he thinks. yuwol is so so cute. 

he hasn’t seen yuwol up close like this in hours, and so his gaze lingers a little longer than usual. he wonders if yuwol can tell how much kou’s missed him. that despite them being in the same building, the fact that they weren’t even able to interact had been enough to kill him. he forces his gaze away and points to the muscle patch he’d just placed in the basket. “that one really helped me when my thighs felt like they were burning. i can help you put them on the hard to reach places later,” he smiles. his expression is nonchalant, but his intentions aren’t exactly pure either. maybe yuwol might catch that.

he walks over to the food aisle and picks up some fruits next, placing them in the basket as well. “you haven’t been eating your fruits. they’re gonna go bad. you need to be healthy if you’re going to win next gen,” he doesn’t really leave much room for argument as he places more content in the basket. next is some milk that he’s sure yuwol is out of, and some toothpaste. “we’re running out of toothpaste too.” we. it feels almost natural for kou to say – as though he was a tenant in yuwol’s apartment as well. he doesn’t pick up on his little slip of the tongue though, and instead continues loading the items into the basket.

anything else? he pauses for a moment, going through a quick checklist in his head. food, done. muscle patches, done. household items… done? ah. “oh,” he turns to yuwol, about to say something, until he realises that it might not be exactly fitting to say it out loud. he pulls the older boy closer to him as they go to a corner. 

“we’re running out of condoms,” he whispers, lips grazing across yuwol’s ear. ever since the guitar incident, yuwol and kou have been… actively getting together. physically. it’s not as though kou is an animal (he is) but he does realise that they go at it, a little more frequently than one would expect. but it’s not like anyone could blame them though – or blame kou. yuwol’s so pretty, and kou likes him a lot. he’s greedy and it feels as though nothing can ever really feed his insatiable thirst. a thought for another day. plus, if he’s planning on helping yuwol with his muscle patches tonight… he thinks that they might need them. “they sell them here but… should we get them?” he asks, genuinely wondering if he should. “since we’re already here…”

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How do they react when their s/o (crush) is cold (not personality it just snowing, that kind of thing) Just seeing them shiver or sneeze.

Scout

He will offer his hoddie. Here take this! Oh! Are you sure I mean I am fine. Nah. You can wear it (he just wants you in an oversize hoodie...his hoodie!!!) When you wore it... an instant nosebleed. Scout are you o-okay!? I..am fine (s/o is so fricking cute! I wish they wore it forever...)

Soldier

He will carry you somewhere warm and be very aggressive about it. OUT OF THE WAY MAGGOTS, S/O IS SHIVERING. S/O MIGHT DIEEE!! soldier, I am fine. I just sneezed. that`s it.

Pyro

what did you expect? Campfire. I know I already mention this in another post but come on! It is so true! He will also hold hands with you and will not let go. P-Pyro I have to go... *grips harder* *s/o signs* Fine! 5 more minutes! *happy muffles from pyro* (it is never just 5 min it was definitely 1 hour but anyway)

Engineer

He will hold hands...if he had the confidence tho! Instead, he will let pyro make a campfire and makes hot cocoa. Who wants hot cocoa! You and pyro raise hands high up in the air. Hehe...here you go pyro and s/o!

Heavy

Hugs with you for warmth. He will make it seem like a normal friend thing but it is definitely not. He pretends like he does to everybody but nono he doesn`t care if it is others...But for you! He will hug you. Are you warming up s/o? y-yes... (we are so close...I can hear his heartbeat...it is so fast...no I am just imagining! His heartbeat is perfectly normal...I think)

Demoman

He will hug you. He will pretend to be really drunk and hug you very tightly. (He is not that drunk he just wants to make it seems like an accidental thing.) Once he has warmed you up. He will yet again pretend to realize what he did. Oh sorry s/o! Didn't realize I was hugging you. I guess I was too drunk haha! (no he was not too drunk he was fine but anyway)

Sniper

He wants to hug you...so bad. Sadly his nervousness and shyness take over. He will keep you close. Let you lean on him or wrap an arm around you. He acts pretty chill about it...oh no no but inside he is having a million heart attacks. (Am I making s/o uncomfortable? Is s/o blushing? no, its just me. I am just doing some normal friend things.) If someone approaches he will instantly be back to position. Nope nothing happened :)) (Thank god they did`t see me.)

Medic

He will give you his coat. He will just quietly put the lab coat on you. ...He is having a whole emergency lockdown in his head, (Oh look at s/o. That coat is perfecting wrapping around them!! I wish I had my camera with me!!! ) Thanks for the coat medic! U-Uh yeah, no problem! It would be trouble if you got a cold!

Spy

You have probably guessed it. He will give you his jacket (like the suit thing idk what it is called. I am pretty sure it is a jacket anyway) The jacket is so warm, you smile softly spy. Bang! Damit. That is another cute attack. He will pretend to be cool on the outside but inside...he is red as a tomato. He often gives you his jacket even if you aren`t cold. I wonder why... (It is of course because you are cute!) :)))

Hey guys! Let me tell you something funny. Due to my terrible grammar, I have Grammarly (my grammar really sucks). And whenever I write the word ''solider'' it would always change the word into ''More solid'' for me. lmao. Idk it is always so funny to me. I find the most random shit the funniest thing ever. MORE SOLID

[dayquil-nyquil]

Hey there!! I’m so happy to see a new face so I hope you don’t mind if I request this:

May i get a Kusuo Saiki x AFAB!reader x Aren Kuboyaso where the reader is both a psychic and a badass?

Maybe the reader has to deal with arrogant Saiko one day and decides to teach him a lesson on why she doesn’t need a man to protect her?

Hopefully this was enough and I wish you both the best!! ^^

Your wish is my command @victory-is-here ! -Mod Dayquil

A New Disaster

Kusuo Saiki x AFAB!reader x Aren Kuboyaso Italicized: Saiki's own thoughts Bold: Saiki reading other people's thoughts Normal text: Saiki 'talking' with his classmates

Word Count: 2,194

The school was buzzing, much to Saiki's annoyance. Two new students in one day, nothing could be worse than that. He could hear all the thoughts from the other students incessantly and it made his head pound. What a bother.

His teacher, someone who never had a consistent design, (whether the mod just decided not to look it up is up for your interpretation) told everyone to take their seats. Saiki's body went stiff as a board as his two classmates entered. One had purple hair, a former thug, but at the moment Saiki couldn't care less about him. It was the girl by his side he was more entranced with. He couldn't read a thought going on in her head. His first instinct was to assume she was exactly like Nendō but he couldn't be too cautious with things like this. "My name is (L/n) (Y/n) please take care of me." She bowed and Kuboyaso followed suit. Saiki followed their movements and just by reading Kuboyaso's mind he knew he was a thug. However, he didn't expect to hear another voice speaking to Kuboyaso telepathically. It was soft, almost melodic:

"You did great Aren! Keep it up, okay!" The man flushed from his desk and Saiki's eyes widened. Did the man know about psychics? Was the new girl influencing him in some way? He turned to face you next, the mysterious girl whose thoughts he couldn't read. For the first time in his entire life, Kusuo Saiki was surprised.

He was surprised to see you sit down beside him. Since when was there an empty desk there? He knew he made sure none of the new classmates would sit by him... Just who was this girl? "Hello! It's nice to meet you, Saiki." You hummed with a wink that would turn a few heads if the world didn't revolve around Teruhashi. At least Saiki thinks so. Wait he didn't tell you his name... Could you read his mind but not the other way around? “Sorry, I saw you in the hallway earlier when your blue-haired friend called your name! I think his name was Kaidō! You're kind of hard to miss with the hair and the glasses." Impossible. He was a perfectly average person with perfectly average hair. He changed the world to make it that way after all. He would know! "You're the one with the weird hair." He stated, blank look never leaving his features, "It's...bland." Good, maybe an insult would get her to stop talking to him. But instead, you laughed, which caused more attention to be drawn to the both of you. Great. "Who does this guy think he is! Talking to my childhood friend like that. I should kick his ass for even talking with her! The bastard!"

Good grief. The reforming delinquent is another pervert just like Makoto Teruhashi.

Unlike Kokomi however, your pleasantness and kindness seemed to be genuine enough. "So Saiki, I have to ask." He watched the girl tilt her head to the side, a wicked smile spread across her features, "What's it like being a psychic? I find it fascinating." ~~~ From that day forward Saiki couldn't get rid of her or her dog Kuboyaso. The delinquent seemed keen on following the both of you everywhere. Saiki decided that until you chose to tell him the extent of your powers, he'd have to keep an eye on you and, in extent, the harem of people you've acquired. Good grief.

"Hm? Saiki." You looked over at him, eyes warm and inviting. How he wished he could read your mind. For all he knew you could be planning war crimes, "Do you think you could walk me home today? Aren is busy with an after-school club." "No. Go bother somebody else. Plus you're a psychic too, you don't need protection." "I'm a girl, Saiki! Psychic or not I'd rather not get harassed." You mumbled, pouting in a way he found painfully cute against his will. "Go ask Toritsuka." He watched your nose scrunch up and you shivered, "No thank you. That pervert can stay as far away from me as he can thank you. I'm trying to avoid creeps like him." "Nendō?" "You really don't to walk me home huh? Okay, what if I promise you that I'll answer all of your questions about my psychic abilities? No questions asked." "No way." "And a coffee jelly~" Saiki couldn't believe he was stuck walking you home. His precious time was being wasted like this, spending it with this bothersome girl. She was humming quietly to herself as they sat as his favorite coffee jelly place and against his better judgment Saiki spoke up, "When did you get your powers?" "When I was about twelve if I remember correctly." You tapped your finger against your chin. "It was my telekinesis I think, my mom wouldn't let me have any cookies before dinner. So I floated it over to me, my mom almost passed out!" You laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges. You were going to get smile lines. "How about you?" "None of your business."

"Yeesh tough crowd," The smile never fell from your lips.

"Why can't I read your mind? In turn, can you read mine?"

"I blocked you out as soon as I sensed the presence of another physic in the school. As for you, I can only read people's minds if they give me explicit permission. I don't like knowing others' personal business, it feels like an invasion of privacy." You frowned, drumming your nails on the table. "You can turn yours off? How?" "You mean you can't?"

He shook his head, in slight awe that you could do something he couldn't.

After all, he was the main character.

"I'm sorry...that must be terrible. If I knew how I did it I'd tell you in a heartbeat. Here take it," You held out your hand towards him, he recoiled at the idea of physical touch. Not that you touching him would be unpleasant, he just wasn't one for physical contact. "I'll turn off my blocking so you can read my mind." Saiki still didn't look thrilled and tensed when you took it upon yourself to grab his hand. "Hello Saiki, welcome to my thoughts!"

"You can turn it off..." "Aw, Saiki your curious expression is just too cute."

"You're too bold."

Saiki felt his cheeks begin to warm and his brows furrowed, no way she was making him blush. He made quick work of regulating his body temperature so it wouldn't show on his face but it seemed you'd already caught on. "Don't be embarrassed! Your pink cheeks would look just as adorable." You mentally teased as he glared at you, "I change my mind. Turn the blocking back on."

That caused you to toss your head back and let out a loud laugh, much to his displeasure. People started looking in both your directions. How was it you drew more attention than Kokomi? His annoyance was quickly forgotten however when the waitress brought over your coffee jellies. A blissful smile appeared on his face as the scent of his coffee jelly entered his nose and was placed in front of him. The rest of the meeting was spent in comfortable silence, well as silent as it could be for Saiki. He found himself growing more comfortable in your presence, however, he noticed you hadn't touched your jelly. If you didn't like it he'd eradicate you from existence.

"You're not eating." "Hm? Oh, I was just going to ask if you want mine? We eat early and my mom is an amazing cook-"

"Yes."

Another giggle. "Then it's all yours."

"Marry me."

"What?" Two voices intermixed with one another. Damn it, he had said that out loud. Your guard dog was standing at the entrance of the café and you were still staring at Saiki puzzled.

Good grief.

"What is wrong with you! You can't propose to her! She's way too young!" Kuboyaso practically growled, the veins on his face displaying his jealousy and anger. "You wanna fight, punk?"

"You can't have what's mine! She's my childhood sweetheart! You just met her! Back off, strawberry head!" Saiki sighed and looked at you for help, "Aren! You can't just yell at people and fight! What about your progress?" You stressed while standing up from the table. For some reason, he felt annoyed that Kuboyaso interrupted the two of you.

No. Could it be? Was he actually enjoying spending his precious time with you?

The realization hit him like a pound of bricks. He liked you.

He stilled the voices going quiet around him, as he drowned out you and Kuboyaso's argument. For the first time in his life, he actually found someone he wanted to be around, he wasn't about to let some purple-haired delinquent ruin that for him.

"She asked me to walk her home after you couldn't. She said she didn't feel safe walking home alone. I wanted to grab a bite to eat, I didn't know that would be a problem."

"It's a problem if you're stealing my crush, jerk!"

Saiki clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. Before he could speak up, your grip on Kuboyaso's arm tightened. "Aren please, stop fighting. He's right I asked him. Sorry I didn't know it'd bother you."

The man flinched and adjusted his glasses on his face, "No I...if you didn't feel safe I shouldn't have questioned you. My apologies."

What a mood change. "It's alright. Would you like to join us?"

"No." "Yes." Saiki and Kuboyaso both stated before glaring at one another, well Saiki's look was more of a deadpan stare. You sighed softly and ordered a takeout container for your jelly. "How about this both of you can just walk me home them? Aren lives around me anyway. Plus, I'd like your company, Saiki."

When you smile like that how can either of the men say no? Easily, in fact, Saiki was just about to say it when he heard the chime of the bell. Without even having to look over at who it was, he knew it was Teruhashi by the way the men all turned. Guess he was stuck walking with you and the delinquent after all. The last thing he wanted was to get stuck listening to a confused and mad Teruhashi.

He also didn't want Kokomi to target you because you were close to him.

No one deserved that torture.

So the three of you walked. This time the silence was uncomfortable. Saiki wasn't talking out of spite and Kuboyaso wasn't talking because he was too focused on glaring at the Saiki. You were walking a little ways ahead, mind completely blocked so Saiki couldn't reach out to you, and that made him irrationally frustrated. To make it even worse Saiko just had to show up and make things worse for the trio. He had heard Teruhashi was spotted near the café you all were at and had to ask for her hand in marriage once more. That was until he caught a glimpse of you standing in front of the two people he deemed commoners.

How is this my life?

"Oh, who's this pretty little thing?" "None of your fucking business prick." "Aren!"

"He's not wrong." "Saiki!"

"Kusou."

"Huh?"

"Call me Kusou."

"Oh." You blinked in surprise, "You can't just be rude to people Kusou!" "Even if you can read their mind!"

"Ah, so the blocking is off again."

"Shut up!"

"Well, it doesn't matter. Whoever you are- how would you like to be my second wife hm?" Saiko hummed, "After my treasure Teruhashi, obviously, no one can compete with her." Saiki's eyes narrowed and looked about ready to pop the guy's head off but Aren held his hand out in front of him. "Heh, ya know doll and I aren't friends for no reason."

Ah, she's going to beat the shit out of him. This should be fun.

"Excuse me?"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Uh obviously. I'm not second best to anybody thank you. Who even are you, bone head?"

"Bone head?! Watch who you're talking about you street urchin! I'm the richest man around here! I could ruin you in an instant!"

"Steet urchin!" You shrieked, "I guess money can't buy class nowadays then huh!"

"You tell him Doll."

Even Saiki had a small smile on his face, "Kick his ass."

"Already on it."

Your eyes flashed, and one second Saiko was towering over you, and the next you had flipped him over your shoulder and he landed on his back with a loud shout of pain.

"You altered his weight."

"Only a little Ku."

A wink was sent his way and you tossed your head back, "RUN!" You shouted grabbing both boys' hands and dashing away from the scene. There was a thrilling wild look in your eyes that both boys couldn't get enough of. It was like your eyes were a void and they were getting pulled into it whether they wanted to or not. You were just one more disaster to be added to the life of Saiki K.

[albino-whumpee]

YES ANOTHER BRAINROT POST

Anyways, I still have my HC about little nightmares 2 being, well, a nightmare the two kids have. But the real world story for them is what makes this HC. 

Six´s nightmare may very well mean something very, very dark. With “hunger” being the theme of it in a place a woman watches over and chefs serve meat to hungry old hags and geezers. But it can also mean something very sad. The darker side may very well be sa. So I won´t dig into it much further. I just think the dream interpretation is very akin to some of mine. so. 

The other interpretation I can give it is a girl that is forced to live up to very high expectations and feels more like “food” to be devoured rather than enjoyed. Something like being a lowly thing if you don´t feed the adults what they expect from you. I think this because of the obvious restaurant part, but also because of The Lady. Many people HC her as her mother, but it could also be herself. A woman who hides her true self behind a mask, but appears refined, collected. Having control over everything and anything on her dominion. And things that aren´t welcomed will become even lower than rats. (the gnomes) 

Also the kid´s rooms being filled with toys and nice cute things but being built so much like a prison is very direct of “you will receive good things if you behave, otherwise you will very much regret it”. That with the final part of the game telling you she “escapes” the maw is like her nightmare ending well, but when you realize the maw is a boat far away from land...

Now, on to Mono. 

Six being part of his dream isn´t a coincidence, they are in the same universe, why not have them be real life friends or acquientences? 

Anyhow, Mono´s dream can be interpreted in soooo many ways. My favorite one is a chronologic nightmare of Mono´s life. A kid living with his family, perfectly ok. If perfectly ok is to feel like dolls. Like something that is controlled and altered as one of them wishes. The Hunter being half doll half monster/adult makes me think it was his representation of a father figure. 

The way most of the game centers about artificiallity is so crude. The bully dolls at school, the puppets at the hunter´s house, the manequins at the hospital and the brainwashed citizens. It´s a very crude representation of “people are empty and move by someone else´s strings”. 

I like to think the Hunter´s forest and the hospital are connected to the school in the way that the hand is an enemy that comes 3 times. A hand that could be easily torn apart by a beartrap. A hand you might need to continue your piano lessons and something other kids might heartlessly bully you over if you have a prosthetic.

Am I saying real Mono doesn´t have a hand? yes. I like the idea of the whole recovery process with other patients being so traumatic to a child he has that kind of nightmares. But not only because of that, but also because maybe, there was more bullying from the teacher. 

So once he grows up, I think of thin man having the nightmare of trying to go back to his old self and try so hard to avoid everything from ever ocurring, but failing each and every single time. Something that might have drove him to kill himself. (if the body at the beginning of LT 1 is actually his) 

I mean, he was a boy that used masks to help him hide from the world´s gaze, if he was the protagonist of something that had to record him like appearing in tv, and that thing suddenly became popular, the stress probably would´ve make him go mad. 

But also, I like to think of something else. As if a child moving to the city with family he doesn´t know, he is left in a city of strangers who never even gaze at him. It´s a bit paradoxical here, but the ghost kids Mono eats are always in secluded places. As if retelling some kid´s life...From their body language alone, you can tell they´re not very happy. They´re melancholic and alone. 

As if forgotten. 

I take all of this from the “eye” motif both games have. You´re always watched. No matter where you go and how much you try to hide. You can´t escape the judgamental gaze of others.

Anyways, I´m sad over this two kids again and if I could I would write a 100k fic about them living through their nightmares and growing up together, but I honestly dont have the talent for that, so hope this mess of a rant made sense.

[sunxdusk]

“You don’t know what you speak, and I do not brutishly charge in without forethought.” Briengr shook his head, frustration and anger warring with his conscience. This was not like him. This was the first time he had ever felt this way. To worry about what a woman, a Breton, thought about him and what he thought about a woman.

It was maddening!

In the past, Briengr had taken lovers according to the easy codes of his people’s beliefs for evenings of pleasure and delight, but he had never crossed that line for fear of siring a bastard. As a result, he had never felt any deep emotional connection or any unease whatsoever. But then again, he had understood those men and women and what he expected of them and they of him. Briengr was not sure he understood Hithfaeril at all. And he was not sure he could see an easy friendship for them either. Not that it mattered anyway, he thought wryly. It’s not like she and I will ever see each other again. He had his duties to attend to, and so did she.

With the College exams advancing and his preparations for the journey ahead, there most likely would not be a friendship anyway, so it seemed pointless to worry. He thrust the thoughts aside and returned to his study of the map, looking for the best route towards his goal, trying and failing to ignore the way her plump, pale lips puckered to blow on the steaming cup of tea she held in her delicate hands. Cheeks flushed from their proximity, Briengr shifted a little in an attempt to ease the slow-growing ache behind his robes. Damn her. Damn her! It was one thing to dream of those soft lips and another to want to know exactly how she tasted, how soft her lips were, how it would feel to cage her in his arms and feel his growing cock pressing insistently against her stomach--

“Besides, If you leave later you will be able to attend the end of the semester masquerade next week. During my private lessons, Savos Aren told me of how he wanted you to attend.”

…What?

“Private lessons?!” he squawked. Briengr’s eyes widened, full of outrage and horrified embarrassment, and color flooded into his golden face. He took one quick step forward and jabbed her in the shoulder with his forefinger. “You think I give a buggering fuck about some thrice-damned masquerade when you have done thing but waste the Arch Mage’s time with private lessons?” he said, choking with rage.

Jealousy.

His stomach tightened as he thought of it, Savos Aren providing her with the tomes he'd begged to acquire from him, and his hands curled with an impotent mixture of anger and jealousy. Hithfaeril flouncing about his master's office, sashaying her arse and not caring a single wit that she had all but stolen the Arch Mage's time instead of acting like a responsible apprentice and asking HIM for help!

"You could have asked me! Me! Not him! Stop wasting my master's time!"

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

Stirring up his anger was pleasing, but that was something she refused to admit to her consciousness, comfortable to ignore the reasons behind her wicked ways and avoid any introspection.

For years did she grow up beneath the boots of the Thalmor. She cleaned up after them, served them, took the brunt of their amusement. Only once the halls were spotless could she study and practice her magic, and even then the constant berating would not cease, the endless reminders of her impure heritage as a filthy Breton. So, when she had the opportunity to squash his pride and mock him she took it, reveling in that tainted excitement. "I wouldn't go around bragging about travelling by foot." Her tongue snaked devilishly over the sharp ridges of her teeth. "Not exactly a good look for the Arch Mage's protege."

"What I know of maps is logistical, studying accounts and almanacs. Better to go prepared and by the route with the best outcome than to brutishly charge in without any forethought."

Hithfaeril brought her tea to her lips, blowing gently on the steam. She turned her back to lean against the table, her soft backside resting on the ledge.

"Besides, If you leave later you will be able to attend the end of the semester masquerade next week. During my private lessons, Savos Aren told me of how he wanted you to attend."

[todomochi-uwu]

Of Unspoken Troubles & Sudden Worries (2/3)

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Notes: Finally! The amount of time this took is stupid, but I hope you enjoy it :) Also I´m trying to cope with Jongdae leaving, so please stream “Hello” to understand my pain. 

“Hey Crybaby.”

Previous Part: First Next: Second&Half Third

The same eyes who found were now expecting an answer out of you, they were comforting, soothing but also serious and demanding; words simply didn´t come out of your mouth and you avoided looking at him, choosing to focus on the scratches on your hands and knees.

“Know I won’t tell anyone what just happened, I just want to be able to help you.” He said.

Your voice was trapped in your throat; how ridiculous would you sound if you told him your boyfriend was a piece of shit?

“Did anyone hurt? Is someone harassing you?” He tried again.

This time you shook your head.

“Okay, then did you fight with your team?” You stayed silent this team. “I see, maybe we could try talking to your captain? You are from Shiratorizawa, so your captain is Ushijima, right? Let me just…” When he turned around in an attempt to grab his phone you quickly held onto his jacket sleeve, preventing him from going any further.

To this, he gave you a confused look, “Okay now you need to tell me what´s going on.” He was firm, his tone had changed drastically and his tone was lower. 

Sigh, “I made something stupid, and now I can’t face them.”

“And what exactly is something “stupid”?” He air-quoted.

You knew you just had to tell him at this point.

…

Kuroo had his head in between his hands, trying to understand what you were trying to say. “Manager not girlfriend, what the fuck does that even mean?” He mumbled. 

“So you managed to catch Ushiwaka’s attention, and even though HE was the one to ask you out, he’s being a fucking asshole.” You simply nodded, “Okay, it’s good to know he’s bad at something, to be honest.”

“Wakatoshi is not the monster everyone makes him look, he’s just weird.” 

Kuroo giggled, “Well let me tell you he does have the kind of face that says ‘I’m going to punch if you so much look my way’ You know?” To this you giggled, “Would you like at that? Crybaby can actually smile.”

“Stop it, I’m not in the mood.”

“I know, just trying to cheer you up.” He sighed, before looking at you straight in the eyes, “Do you want my advice or were you just looking for someone to bent?”

“Apparently my rational thinking is not good, because I just keep going to back to him.”

“Because you are not being rational, you are just thinking about how much you love him and how much you wish for him to change, even though he´s not going to.” He was direct, no tenderness, making you flinch “Thinking rational would be to tell you to dump him, he’s not worth it. You are here trying to make it work while he´s just establishing rules as if it was a business contract.” Small tears threaten to come out of your eyes, another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach, “But… I completely understand what you are going through, so you are not letting him go that easily. So I’m going to do something that worked for me in the past, okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Yes. “Did things change in some way?” No. “Okay. Has it been getting worse?” Yes. “Do you sometimes question his love?” Yes. “Are you genuinely happy?” No. “Is this what you thought it would be?” No. 

Kuroo sighed, before taking your face in between his hands “Is he’s not loving you the way he should; if he’s not cherishing you; if he’s not trying his best for you; if he´s not fulfilling the compromise he made to you. Then it’s not there. There´s no other way to put it.”

A loud sob escaped your lips, things you already knew were now coming out of someone else’s mouth, making it seem real, making it hurt even worse. 

“However, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say his intention is not that, he’s not trying to hurt you, he’s just… an idiot.” He looked away, “But everything and everyone has their limit, including you, no matter how much you love him.”

There was nothing much you could say, he was right, you love Ushijima, but it was becoming too much. 

“So tonight we are going to go sleep because my god am I tired from trying to block his fucking spikes, I know you say he´s not a monster, but he sure does spike-like one.” You giggled, “Tomorrow you will fulfil your duties as a manager, but nothing else. You will take notes, refill water bottles and give out towels, what you normally do as a manager. No cheering him, no lovey-dovey looks, no midnight escapades, no girlfriend stuff. If he wants you to act like a manager you will, but he will also experiment what losing someone who loves you feels like.”

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, you knew he didn´t have any malice intentions, but still, you were the crazy person who appeared crying in front of the gym at one a.m. 

“Because I know exactly what it feels like to give out love and receive absolutely nothing, and I’m not letting you continue this destructive cycle; it’s what I wish someone had done for me.”

You didn´t ask any further questions, believing every word he said. You turned around to leave, needing to catch some sleep.

“Hey, Crybaby. You forgot something.”

…

It was now morning, your eyes felt heavy and were swollen, fingers bleeding from all the biting and your body kept trembling from the anxiety, but you had to reaffirm yourself, put yourself first.

And so, you made your way into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare breakfast along with the others managers, who could only give you a sympathy smile and a pat in the back, clearly having heard you cry.

Before you even noticed, the teams were already making their way into the cafeteria, the noise filling the entire building. You started serving plates, placing them in the table for the boys to come and collect them.

“Hey, manager-chan.” A familiar voice said. Tendou. 

“Hey, Sato. Did you get a good sleep? You need to be prepared to be able to block some of those quick attacks from Karasuno” You smiled, taking him by surprise.

“Yeah… Um, I didn´t know you got along with Nekoma?” His eyes were looking straight into the piece of clothing in which you were currently drowning in. 

“Oh yeah, their captain was nice and gave it to me, he said I looked cold.” Shit, you completely forgot about that. Well, fake it ‘till you make it.

“Okay…” He said while returning to his table, Ushijima was already sitting there looking over the notes from yesterday’s practice. “Hey, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Yes, Tendou?”

“Have we ever had any other training camp with Nekoma?”

“Not that I remember.”

“Huh.” Tendou was confused but decided to keep his thoughts to himself. There was no need to worry just for a silly thing, right?

It wasn´t until he turned around to have another look at you did he notice your eyes were positioned on another table, another team, Nekoma. Then Tendou noticed their captain looking directly at you, intensely and without even blinking, before he gave you his signature smirk and a quick wink, then sitting down next to his libero. 

Tendou´s eyes once again returned to you, and this time it shook him, the peachy pink in your cheeks and the shy look in your eyes incriminating you. 

…

Tendou didn´t like it one bit, not when you and Ushijima had something, but after last night´s events, he didn’t know what to think, were you two still together, or was that the final straw?

He saw it during breakfast, he saw during their practice match, he saw it during breaks, Kuroo and you, looking at each other, laughing, talking, a relationship he had never seen before. 

When in the fuck had you met Kuroo Tetsurou? And what in the fuck had happened for you to look at him that way?

…

“Wakatoshi-kun” He whispered, careful of not raising anyone´s attention. 

He hummed in response.

“Are you and Y/N still together?”

“Tendou, I already told you…”

“No, Ushijima. This time I´m serious, are you and her still together?

Ushijima´s eyebrows were furrowed, there was no point in denying it any more, he guessed. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because for one, she´s wearing Nekoma’s jacket, two she hasn´t even bother looking your way, which I don´t blame her after what you did last night, and third the looks Kuroo has been giving her aren´t exactly friendly.”

“What do you mean?”

Goddammit are you fucking blunt, Ushijima, “I mean, she disappears for the entire night, no one in the team knows where she is, and all of a sudden she is friends with Kuroo?”

“I don´t get your point.”

  “What I mean…” He raised his voice, clearly exasperated, he tries again calming himself. “What I mean is, this morning she was wearing his jacket, she has spent all of her breaks with him and she hasn´t even come to greet you.” He hoped this would wake up something in Ushijima, but he simply stared at him, clearly not connecting the dots.

Well, fuck.

This time, Tendou pointed your way, Ushijima was confused, what was so bad? And then, everything made sense. 

Kuroo had taken your phone away, keeping it at a height impossible for you to reach, you were jumping trying to get it back, it wasn´t long before his arm was around your waist hugging you while laughing, you pouting. 

And to this Ushijima couldn´t help but wonder.

What was this strange feeling? And why did he all of a sudden had the urge to punch Kuroo Tetsurou?

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Saiki K Sentence Starters Collection

A collection of the Saiki K sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Kaidou, Ler Aren

“Stop squirming,” Aren laughed, struggling to keep up with the flailing of his friend who was rolling on the ground in a feeble attempt to get away from the fingers prodding into his ribs and sides. “You’re making this more difficult for yourself, Jet Black Wings.”

“Dohohohohohon’t cahahahahall me thahahahaht while you’re-!” Kaidou sputtered, giggling hysterically through every word. He was unbearably ticklish, and right now Aren was bound and determined to completely destroy him. “Plehehehehease, I cahahahahan’t!”

“It’s just a minute, Shun.” Aren finally straddled his waist to keep him pinned down, searching out his bottom ribs through the fabric of his shirt. “You can handle a minute, can’t you?”

“NO!! Of course I cahahahahahahan’t! God – AREN!!” Kaidou tossed his head back with a screech, laughter being forced from his lungs as his taller, stronger friend finally found the backs of his ribs and curled his fingers into the grooves there. The blue-haired teen arched his back, but eventually he couldn’t arch up any farther and had to fall back down again. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Aren laughed again. “Dude, how are you so ticklish?”

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T – I CAHAHAHAHAN’T HEHEHEHEHELP IT!!” Kaidou’s laughter was loud and desperate, but the bright smile lighting up his features told Aren that he wasn’t hating it completely. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GO!! PLEASE!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

After another several seconds, Aren complied with his friend’s screaming pleas, climbing off of him. “You can’t even take a minute of tickling? That’s both sad and really funny.”

Kaidou groaned. “Shut up. You’re lucky we’re friends, or I’d have to kill you for that.”

“Uh-huh.” Aren poked his side again, making Kaidou yelp and roll away. “Good thing I don’t have to worry, then.”

*

2) Lee Saiki, Ler Kaidou

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh,” Kaidou commented as he and Saiki walked home from school one afternoon.

Saiki groaned to himself. Not many things amuse me enough to make me laugh.

“Well that’s a shame.”

Is it, though?

“Yeah! I want to hear it!” Kaidou hummed, watching him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Saiki hesitated. He knew – he always knew – where that look was heading. Around his family he’d always been able to teleport away before anything happened, but here, with Kaidou, out in the open…this was not good.

For a few moments Saiki was able to dodge Kaidou’s attempts to grab his sides or ribs, but eventually he backed himself up into a wall, and that split second was all the blue-haired teen needed to find his purchase and start tickling.

Saiki hated how quickly he burst into laughter. Not even giggles – actual laughter, right out the gate. The sound seemed to surprise Kaidou, but not enough to keep him from letting up.

“Dude – your laugh is so awesome!” his friend said with a grin, squeezing up and down his sides and ribs.

Saiki struggled against him, but again, he couldn’t use his super strength to push him off without giving away that he wasn’t entirely normal. His best bet was to ride it out and then wipe Kaidou’s memory afterward. But he’d be darned if he was going to resort to begging him to stop.

“Hey, you’re not asking me to stop,” Kaidou mused as though reading his mind. “Do you like being tickled, Saiki? That’s hilarious! I’d have never expected that from you.”

Well…maybe he’d beg just this once.

*

3) Lee Saiki, Ler Aiura

“Just a smile~” Aiura teased, poking Saiki’s side with her fingertips. She’d latched herself onto his arm for their boyfriend-girlfriend show to throw off yet another Saiki fangirl, and now he couldn’t get away from her without ruining the routine. But dang it if she wasn’t making it really difficult for him!

Stop, he hissed, trying to remain as stoic as possible while continuing to walk out of the front doors of the school.

“But if you don’t smile, people won’t buy it,” she insisted, poking him again. “Come on~” This time her finger found a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of his ribs, and he jerked to the side involuntarily, letting out a sputtering giggle. Aiura stopped, staring at him. “Oh my god – you’re actually ticklish?”

Of course I am. Plenty of people are. He walked a little faster, practically dragging her with him. Come on, let’s get out of here.

“But I want to make you smile more,” she whined, trying her best to keep up.

Not here.

As soon as they were out of everyone’s sight, he teleported them far away from school grounds, where there’d be no chance of one of their classmates finding them. Just as he was beginning to relax, however, Aiura dug all ten fingers into his ribcage, making him gasp and choke on a laugh, trying to twist away from her but only succeeding in finding himself trapped in her embrace with his back to her chest, the height difference making it difficult for him to squirm away from her.

“S-Stohohohohop,” he laughed pleadingly. He didn’t know what else to do; it had been years since he’d been tickled, and his body was reacting faster than he could keep up with. “Aiura, plehehease!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re tickled,” she cooed, giggling into his ear. “Relax, Saiki. There’s no one here to know, is there? I think you can take a little more~”

*

4) Lee Saiki, Ler Toritsuka

Toritsuka had seen Saiki use his astral projection powers before, but never in a situation in which it wasn’t dire. He felt kind of odd just hanging out in the room with his friend’s body lying unconscious before him while Saiki was off investigating something.

“Is your body basically dead?” he asked the quiet air, not really expecting an answer.

Of course not. If it was I wouldn’t be able to project.

“Right, right. So, what? It’s just sleeping?”

No. It’s too difficult to explain. Just leave it alone.

“But can it still feel things? Like if I poke your nose, would you feel it?”

Why would you do that in the first place? Be quiet. I’m concentrating.

Toritsuka hummed, kneeling by Saiki’s inanimate body, poking his cheek. He didn’t react, but Saiki’s voice told him to knock it off. The medium smirked, feeling curious and mischievous. “What if I tickle you? Will you feel that?”

Don’t—

But it was too late. Toritsuka curled his fingers into Saiki’s side. A moment later his friend’s projection shot back into the room and reentered his body, waking it up with a jolt and a laugh that was clearly unintentional.

Saiki grabbed his wrist, a smile on his lips despite himself. Don’t, I said—

But the medium wasn’t to be stopped now. He shoved Saiki back onto the floor and dug into his ribs, enjoying the sputtering, unpracticed giggles that bubbled up out of him. “I didn’t even know you were ticklish. Oh, Aiura is going to love this.”

Stop it! Saiki used his super strength to push Toritsuka away, growling mostly out of embarrassment. Don’t you dare tell anyone else about this.

“Or what?” the medium teased.

Saiki teleported them above the middle of the ocean.

Toritsuka clung onto him for dear life, laughing. “Okay, okay, I won’t tell! I promise!”

*

5) Lee Saiki, Ler Aiura

I swear if you tickle me… Saiki threatened, holding perfectly still. He didn’t need to look at Aiura to know she was smirking.

“What is it, Saiki? You’ll teleport away? Not in front of all these people,” she teased. She had her arms wrapped around his waist, her chin on his shoulder, squeezing his sides gently. He grunted and squirmed, doing everything he could not to react beyond the tiny smile that was already forming on his lips.

Don’t, he thought to her. I don’t want anyone to see me like this.

“Aw, come on. It’s just the two of us. No one else here even knows you.” Aiura snuggled closer, squeezing harder. “Just give me one little giggle. Please?”

No. He grit his teeth against her efforts, but was unable to help the full smile lighting up his features now. Stop it.

“Come on~” she teased, moving up to his ribs now. “Just laugh a little~”

Saiki gasped sharply when she got to his lower ribs. He shot his arms down to try and pry her off, twisting in her grip as much as possible. “Please,” he said aloud, his voice laced with a waver that only encouraged her to dig deeper. “Plehehehease, don’t!

“What? Was that a giggle?” she cried dramatically, digging in with everything she had, holding him close to her so he couldn’t get away. Aiura beamed when he finally broke down into helpless laughter, his grip on her arms weakening. “Ah! There it is!”

“Plehehehehease, stohohohohop!” he begged, his laughter coming out jerky and foreign and completely endearing. “Mikoto!”

Finally she let up, still hugging him close. “That was cute.”

“Don’t ever do that again,” he muttered, turning his face away from hers.

She smiled and didn’t reply. The light blush on his cheeks was more than enough for her.

*

6) Lee Saiki, Lers Kaidou and Aren

“Aren,” Kaidou said seriously, “hold him.”

Saiki was trapped. He couldn’t teleport away, and he couldn’t use his super strength to fight either of his “friends” off, so his only option was to try and halfheartedly wrestle against the surprisingly strong Aren as he hooked his arms under Saiki’s to hold him in place while Kaidou approached with wiggling fingers.

It didn’t take a psychic to figure out what their intentions were.

Soon Kaidou shot his hands out to Saiki’s sides and squeezed, grinning wickedly at him as he did so. Saiki bit his lip and squirmed, but refused to give them the satisfaction of smiling or giggling. Still, his reactions were enough to encourage them both; no one who wasn’t ticklish would fight back the way he was now.

“Come on, just a little smile,” Kaidou teased, continuing to squeeze up and down his sides. Saiki continued to fight back until the blue-haired boy got a little too close to his lower ribs, making him flinch harder and make a kind of choking noise in the back of his throat. He hated that a smile managed to break free from him. He struggled even more against Aren, but again, he couldn’t truly fight in the way he was capable of. He’d be darned if this was how they found out he was a psychic.

“There’s a smile,” Aren teased into his ear, his breath tickling in its own way, making Saiki whine a little and begin to blush. “Now you need to let the laughs out~”

Kaidou hummed thoughtfully, switching his tactic from squeezing to kneading purposefully into Saiki’s lower ribs, grinning when the pink-haired boy arched his back, squealed, and finally dissolved into helpless giggles.

“Aha! There you go, Saiki!”

Saiki pressed his lips together, trying to muffle himself, but Kaidou was relentless in his tickling, and soon he was practically doubled over in hysterics, barely able to stand up on his own. But again, he’d be darned if he’d let them hear him beg. So he just stood there, forced to take it, determined to hold out for as long as they deemed necessary. It was just tickling. He could handle it. Right…?

*

7) Lee Aren, Ler Saiki

“Gah!” Aren whirled around, glaring at the first person he saw who was nearby. “Kaidou!”

“What?” Kaidou asked innocently, looking genuinely confused.

“Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what?”

Aren grunted, turning around and continuing up the aisle to where Saiki sat. A moment later, he felt another pinch to his other side and whirled again, this time snapping at Nendou.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Nendou said.

“You all think you’re so funny,” Aren grumbled, his eyes scanning the room. He was trying not to let it show how flustered he was getting, but he knew if someone pinched his side again he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giggling, and he did not want to giggle.

Saiki sat a few desks up from him, mindlessly flipping through a book, not actually reading anything. He was hyperaware of Aren’s presence approaching him, and he was determined to keep the boy away from him at all costs. He knew his “friend” was intending to invite him to go bike riding with him and Kaidou later, but the psychic wanted none of it.

“Seriously!” Aren cried, whirling a third time, eyes latching onto Chiyo. “Quit tickling me!”

Chiyo blinked up at him. “Tickling you? I didn’t even touch you, Aren.”

Saiki masterfully hid a smirk of his own. He’d been using his powers to poke and prod at Aren’s sides, making him think it was his classmates ganging up on him, and now he’d just outed himself to everyone without the pink-haired boy having to lift a finger. This was perfect.

“You’re ticklish?” Kaidou exclaimed, leaping up from his seat with a big smile. “Why didn’t you say so, Aren?”

Aren took a step back. “W-Wait, no, did I say ticklish? I meant…I meant, uh…” Then he took off at a sprint toward the door, ducking under the teacher just as he entered the classroom. Kaidou was right on his heels, both of them ignoring the protests of their professor.

Saiki smiled. It seemed Aren was sufficiently distracted.

[thran-duils]

The Hard Way (Prologue)

Title: The Hard Way (Introduction) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The reader is Tony’s side piece and tries to run away from him. She’s brought back to him and he thinks of a new way to teach her a lesson that she belongs to him. Words: 945 Warnings (for the whole fic): Non-con sex/rape, fingering, light bondage, mentions of past physical violence Author’s Note: Hear me out... I know a handful of people across here and A03 wanted more of the fic and I know that meant P3. But... inspo hit last night. I had a dream and then this happened. Just some little snippet of how the reader fell into Tony’s grasp.

Part One || Masterpost (mobile)

“She’s too much to handle,” your partner said bitterly, taking another long drink.

You had just stormed away from the table that they had found a spot at. Some random people. They said they had met Clint at the bar, but you did not like his demeanor from the get-go. And the rest of his friends were just as iffy – you had not even sat down at the table. Mostly because you and your S/O had gotten into yet another argument.

The man across the table – James, asked, “Bratty?”

Your partner nodded, slamming their glass back down on the table. “I’ve tried to talk to her about what I need too many times to count.” – Clint, their new best friend, rose his brows in expectation for more explanation. And he had earned it – he had offered to foot the bill for the drinks tonight. Your S/O noticed and waved their hand. “She keeps falling back on the old behavior I specifically said I hated. I’m tired of it! I’m about ready to walk out.”

James looked across the room at that and made eye contact with someone. Your S/O did not even notice. When he looked back he said, “So… you sound done tonight. That fight was… it drew attention.”

“I’m glad it did. She was embarrassed and kept trying to get me to be more quiet. But I wanted attention on it! I thought maybe the embarrassment would… would….” they looked frustrated at the grasp at vocabulary before they jettisoned on. “—would just FUCKING realize their embarrassment was small in comparison to the begging I was doing for us to be better, and they would swallow that embarrassment to just tell me they would be better. Instead, they locked up and turned on their heel – fucking expensive heels, mind you, cause I bought them! – and stormed off in a huffy. Classic.”

James straightened up and said, “That really sucks… I hate when bitches act like that. So ungrateful.” Your partner nodded in agreement, drunk and feeding off the validation James was giving. “Would you like to just go hit the slots or tables with us? You said she went back to the room?”

“I don’t care where she went,” your partner slurred, bringing the drink back up to their lips. “I hope they get lost for all I care.”

<><><>

Furious, you stormed out of the club, walking out onto the sidewalk. The road was too busy, and you could not find a spot to wave down a cab without being next to someone else. And the last thing you wanted was to share a cab. Looked like Uber tonight.

Sighing, you leaned against the wall and pulled your phone out.

A voice startled you.

“You think that’s safe?”

You looked up, finding a man, dressed up in an expensive suit. He inhaled another round of smoke before lowering his cigarette, his eyes never leaving you. You averted your eyes, suddenly nervous before looking back. His intense gaze set you on edge.

And then you saw his hand flick up and he was holding bills in between his fingers. His other hand brought a cigarette up to his lips, taking a deep inhale.

“Shit’s not safe. Especially for a pretty little thing like you.”

Jaw setting at his condescending – no matter the flirtatious glean in his eyes – tone, you returned, “Might be safer than standing here. You’re barking up the wrong tree!”

“Oh…” he said, his hand with the bills falling back to his side. He held his gaze for a few more moments before he realized. “Oh, not a cover for if I’m a cop. You really aren’t.”

“No. I’m not.”

He snorted, “You seem tense, sweetheart.”

“Forgive me,” you snapped, looking at your phone again while simultaneously trying to keep your eyes on him and the other figures passing you. You more than half expected your partner to sneak up and start another fight. That seemed to be all they were doing lately, and you were on edge.

The man stepped away from the wall, closing some of the distance. Your attention was on him, your fingers paused above your phone. He winked, “Oh, I will. But only if you accept my invitation to the bar behind me.” Your eyes quickly shifted to that bar before meeting his eyes again. “I feel there’s a story I need to hear.”

“You ‘need’ to hear,” you repeated, with an air of annoyance. He was still trying. Like he thought that you were lying that you were not a sex worker.

His smile was toothy. “My, you’ve got a tone about being asked to do things, don’t you?”

You hated how attractive his smile was.

But with that attractiveness… he was pulling you in. And you found yourself giving in a little. Who wanted to go back to a hotel room alone when someone was offering to buy drinks?

You shrugged and said, “I don’t like people telling me to do things, yeah, you’re right.”

His lips wrapped around the end of his cigarette as he came even closer. The smell of the smoke wrapped around you and outside the swirls of smoke seemed to disappear. All you focused on was his eyes that were piercing you. And he seemed to not be able to look away from you either.

Leaning in, his free hand brushed at your ear, and you stood there, taking in the gentle touch. He had a gleam in his eyes that offset his soft fingers and he purred, captivating you, “Well, good thing I am skilled at taming disobedient brats then, hmm? Now, you want that drink or not?”

~~~

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