#Ai's voice: ''Something probably a little embarrassing.''

[ylangelegy]

blindsided ꩜ wonwoo x reader.

── .✦ 💌 includes: fem!reader, office worker!wonwoo, alternate universe: office, pining, in denial!wonwoo, lewd thoughts, alcohol, making out, hand job, loss of virginity, praise kink, aftercare.

── .✦ 📟 inspired by THE business proposal scene. we all know which one, but gif attached anyway ♡︎ wc: 2,700

── .✦ 🚏 MDNI. 18+ CONTENT.

(Or: The three times Wonwoo keeps his glasses on, and the one time he doesn't.)

Wonwoo knows he's done for the moment that you walk in for your first day.

Despite his bad eyesight, he's not blind. He can tell when somebody is hot, and you fit that bill. Sue him.

Still, he tries to rationalize. There's not a lot of good-looking people in the company's IT department. That's probably it, he thinks to himself, as you smile warmly and introduce yourself to everyone.

Wonwoo has just been deprived of good views. That's it. That's all.

As you go to do rounds, he tries to focus on troubleshooting the network issue that some higher-up has been complaining about. But then you get to him, expecting his name, and Wonwoo suddenly can't bring himself to care about the DNS check he's supposed to be running.

"Jeon Wonwoo," he says in a perfectly level voice. "Welcome to the company."

Your face lights up. "Oh! I think you're the one who's supposed to be training me on the new systems."

Right. His boss had mentioned this. Something about onboarding the newbies. And Wonwoo had said yes, because that was just the type of person he was.

Fan-fucking-tastic, Wonwoo thinks as he gives you a quick once-over.

He manages to look bored as he does it. Almost scrutinizing. Truthfully, Wonwoo is not-so discreetly checking you out. The crisp white blouse, the tight pencil skirt, the black stockings.

So help him, God.

"Hope you can keep up," Wonwoo says for the lack of better thing to say.

The easy smile on your face remains, like you're unperturbed by Wonwoo's infamously cool demeanor. Somehow, that makes things infinitely worse.

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you leave to meet other people. He tries very, very hard not to watch the way your hips move as you walk away.

You're good, he'll give you that.

Wonwoo, once again, tries to make excuses. One had to be good in this field of work, in this company. You're not an exception; you're supposed to be the norm.

Even as the thought crosses his mind, he knows it's not entirely true.

There's one too many nepotism babies and pushovers who barely survive performance evaluations. But you're good. Eager to learn. Sharp in all the right places.

Wonwoo is a little bit jealous.

He doesn't have time to dwell on it, though, in between training you on the company's cloud service models and hammering out the new machine learning workflows.

And so he keeps his head down, and he points out the bugs in your codes, and he chalks up his initial attraction as a moment of weakness.

That is, until the two of you are last to leave the office on an unassuming Tuesday evening.

The two of you had gotten in to some long-winded debate about the future of AI. Wonwoo is only made acutely aware about how much time has passed when the janitor shuts off the lights, assuming everyone has gone home. You giggle; Wonwoo cracks the smallest of smiles.

As you both emerge from the company building, Wonwoo's glasses fog up.

It's a normal enough occurrence that he shouldn't be annoyed but it's also a little bit embarrassing. He's used to going home late, to being alone when he does this little ritual of his.

He's just about to take off his glasses when you do it for him.

There's nothing much he can do or say as you gently tug the glasses off his face, as you use a corner of your blouse to swipe off the condensation on the lenses. You're saying something— something about this being the most annoying thing about wearing glasses, about knowing the struggle— but Wonwoo can't hear it.

His gaze is fixed on your lithe fingers and the careful way they hold his specs. Something sparks in the back of his head. A thought, unbidden. How those fingers would look so much better wrapped around his—

Jesus. Wonwoo swallows hard as you hold out his glasses back to him.

The look on his face must be odd, because you're suddenly apologetic. "I must have overstepped," you say sheepishly.

Overstepped?

Wonwoo is pretty sure he's the one overstepping. He's the one imagining you bent over his desk, after all, where he'd be more than happy to keep two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

Instead, Wonwoo mumbles "you're good" as he puts his glasses back on just a little too forcefully. The nose pad presses in to his skin and leaves the smallest of marks, but he figures he deserves it with how he's being.

Wonwoo decides that maybe he's just repressed.

He's always been too busy to sleep around, to sleep with anyone, so this is just some twisted form of karmic justice. To have someone so desirable within sight but not within reach.

He asks for Mingyu to start setting him up on dates. His best friend is a little too glad to comply.

Wonwoo goes on about four before giving up.

Because it doesn't matter if he ends the night with a heated kiss or a mouth around his cock. Every single time, with each girl, he can only picture his company's drab cubicles, fingers flying across a keyboard, clicks of heels on a floor. (You, you, you.)

Things only go from bad to worse when the company celebrates its annual Christmas party at some swanky speakeasy. The alcohol is free-flowing, and God knows that Wonwoo needs it— because you're certainly not doing him any favors.

Your dress is a touch too short, and your smile is pretty, and Wonwoo really needs to get his head out of the goddamn gutter. He cannot, should not be fantasizing about what it would be like to drag you in to the alleyway outside, to hitch up your leg around his waist, to finally feel his aching hardness slide in to your—

"Wonwoo?"

He starts. It's a good thing he downed his drink earlier. Otherwise, he might've spilled his cuba libre all over the front of your purple dress.

You're squinting at him, a playful sort of grin on your face. For a moment, he terrified you've read his mind, but then you're slurring out, "Your glass is empty."

"That it is," Wonwoo says dryly. He lets you lead him over to the bar.

As the two of you wait for his drink to be made, you pull the rug out from underneath Wonwoo once again.

It happens so fast. One moment, you're discussing go-to karaoke songs; the next, you're grabbing his spectacles and trying them on for yourself.

They're ill-fitting on you and the frames don't match your face shape. Wonwoo nearly winces when you awkwardly try to adjust them by the temples.

"Your eyesight is a lot worse than I thought," you whine— a whine, my God. Wonwoo wants to die then and there.

When his whiskey sour is served, Wonwoo shoots it back and promptly orders another one.

"How do I look?" you prompt, tilting your head to one side.

For a moment, Wonwoo contemplates telling the truth.

You look like sin, he could say. You look like you'd make the prettiest sounds if your back was up against the door of the bar bathroom, if his hands were feeling you up over your dress, if his mouth was leaving open-mouthed kisses along your throat.

Wonwoo shakes his head. He's definitely not drunk enough to be saying all that.

"Fine," he grumbles. "You look fine."

Once you've had your fun, once his glasses are back on his face and you're off to charm whoever the hell else, he'll wish he could have been a little more truthful.

Here's the thing: For all of Wonwoo's intelligence as the company's go-to IT guy, he's still pretty oblivious where it matters.

He doesn't realize that you don't really give two shits about AI, that you're only staying so late at work for him. He doesn't pick up that your party dress had been purple because he had offhandedly mentioned once that it was his favorite color.

All of those little things only hit him when he finds you standing outside his apartment, looking mildly miffed. "How much longer do I have to flirt with you, Jeon Wonwoo?" you demand.

Oh. Oh.

"Not another day more," Wonwoo promises as he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you in to his flat. He thanks all the higher powers in the universe that Mingyu has decided to buzz off for the night.

Wonwoo's mouth is on yours the moment the door shuts behind you. It's messy, all clashing teeth and warring tongues. The sudden force of it has you reeling back a step.

His fingers find purchase at your hips, right over the very skirt of his wildest fantasies. You tilt your head like you're trying to deepen the kiss— only to have your forehead bump against his glasses.

You make a sound of protest against his mouth and he swears he sees stars.

Without missing a beat, Wonwoo lifts one of his hands just long enough to pull his glasses off. He casts them aside unceremoniously. He'll buy a new pair if he has to.

He's back to kissing you before you can even open your eyes.

By some miracle, the two of you make it to his bedroom.

It's only then that Wonwoo manages to tear himself away from your mouth, looking slightly panicked.

You're pinned underneath him, the top buttons of your blouse already undone. And you're a vision— your hair splayed out underneath you, your chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. Wonwoo has to resist the physical urge to keep making out with you.

"I—" he chokes out. "I haven't—"

Thank God you're smarter than him, because you immediately get what he's trying to say. You prop yourself up by your elbows to look at him. "We don't have to," you say carefully, your fingers curling around his bicep.

"That's the thing." He doesn't even bother to hide how desperate he sounds. "I kind of really fucking want to."

The smile you give him then makes his heart stutter. He resolves to unpack that later.

Right now, he focuses on the way you pull off his slacks, the way you spit in to your palm, the way you dip your hand past his boxers and—

"Holy shit," he exhales, because this is definitely leagues better than his imagination.

You're watching his every reaction as you slide the curve of your palm against him, as your fingers close and squeeze and tug, and it takes absolutely everything in Wonwoo not to flip your positions.

He prays for patience; he prays for grace. He prays that he doesn't finish just from a goddamn handjob.

Once you've deemed him sufficiently hard, the two of you do switch positions. Wonwoo reaches in to his bedside drawer for the condom that's been sitting there for months. (Mingyu, the cheeky bastard, had left it there as a gift. Wonwoo has never been more grateful for his best friend.)

Wonwoo snaps it on with a lot less finesse than he would've wanted. Soon enough, he's hovering over you, his fingers curled in to a white-knuckled grip around his sheets.

"I should probably stretch you out a bit," he whispers, his voice strained with the effort it's taking to keep himself together

But you shake your head, your hands catching in his dark locks as you practically drag him down. "Wonwoo, I swear," you whine. "If you don't fuck me this instant—"

It's not the hands in his hair that does it. Not the bluntness of your words.

It's that stupid, stupid whine.

Wonwoo thrusts in to you without preamble, and the scream catches in your throat as he fills you up.

"Fucking take it, then," he hisses.

Wonwoo was a bit worried that his inexperience would get in the way, but there's one thing he seems to have in common with you: He can be a pretty quick learner, too.

His thrusts are a bit clumsy and erratic, but he figures out what you like based on the sounds that you make, the way that you move.

You arch your hips up whenever he bottoms out. You whimper whenever his balls slap in to the cleft of your ass. And when his fingers finally find your bundles of nerves, you say his name so beautifully.

"Just like that, Wonu," you gasp, rendered incapable of saying his full name. He likes the way it sounds, so he rewards you with another sharp thrust. You babble on, "Fuck, yeah. That's good. You're so fucking good."

Something inside him burns, then. Enough to have him picking up the pace, to have him pressing the calloused pads of his fingers in to every inch of bare skin that he can reach.

You seem to notice his renewed vigor, and the minx that you are— despite the fact you're being fucked stupid— you give him more.

You moan that he's perfect and doing so well and so fucking hot, and his cock only bullies in to you harder with every pretty word.

"I'm not going to last—" Wonwoo warns through gritted teeth, his grip bruising on your hip. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep talking to me like that."

His fingers are already fumbling; his pace, stuttering. He's not sure how much more praise he can take, but then you have to go and whimper about how badly you've wanted him, just like this—

Wonwoo manages to bottom out just one more time before coming undone.

The feeling of him twitching inside you, of him panting against the side of your neck, has you following not long after. It's absolutely torturous, the way you clamp down on him like you're squeezing him dry.

Wonwoo gathers his bearings enough to pull out. He heaves out a sigh and falls back on to his bed beside you, his own thighs still shaking a bit from all the effort he's exerted.

A beat. Neither of you speak; you're both too busy catching your breath, coming down from your respective highs.

But then you're sitting up, moving, and Wonwoo physically feels his heart drop.

"Where are you going?" he stammers. He can't even bring himself to sound cool about the prospect of this just being a one-time thing.

You put him out of his misery rather swiftly. At the foot of his bed, you pause, take one look at his face, and then soften significantly. Your gentle pat to his ankle is a welcome reprieve.

"We should clean up," you tell him, somehow managing to reassure his unspoken fears. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Ah— first door down the hall."

You don't pull on any of your clothes as you go, so Wonwoo doesn't bother to hide the way he watches you leave.

Once you're out his bedroom door, Wonwoo suddenly feels boneless. He sinks further in to his bed and contemplates how the hell he's going to go about this— whatever this is.

Wonwoo's overthinking is cut short when you bound back in to his room, your hands behind your back. He barely has any time to speak before your lips are on his.

It's a sweet kiss, one that catches him off-guard. He's frozen for only a millisecond before his eyes flutter close and he melts right in to you, his hand resting at the side of your face.

It's not quite the answer that he's looking for, but it's a close thing.

When you peel away, his head rises from his pillow, desperately chasing your mouth. You let out a tinkling sort of laugh before pulling your hands out from behind you— and placing his glasses on for him.

Wonwoo blinks confusedly underneath his lenses.

"Just need to make sure that you can see what you're getting in to," you tease as you push his hair out of his forehead.

He just looks at you for a second. And oh, is he done for.

"Yeah," he breathes. "I see you."

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

A Day in Life

Synopsis: A day in your life while working as the Justice League's assistant. Also, they are all yanderes for you and it's Valentine's Day.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+ just because of a mention of Superman misusing his X-Ray vision and the mention of hooking up, aside from that, this is pretty SFW; Flash and Green Lantern are a little delusional; Hal Jordan is pushy; Batman is probably a little out of character (and I’m ashamed to keep it that way) bc I can't see him giving anyone flowers as Batman, just as Bruce Wayne; Mentions of them all secretly stalking you; This League members are Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash (Barry Allen), Green Lantern (Hal Jordan; John Stewart is mentioned), Aquaman and Martian Manhunter; I wrote too little about Martian Manhunter, Aquaman here because I don't know much about them; Wish I had more ideas for Wonder Woman’s interaction here too cause I love her; My crush on Hal is very obvious; Reader doesn't struggle much against them but they're also pretty tame; The physics in flying and running at super speed might be wrong but this is comic book science so it's wrong either way; English is not my first language.

Word count: 1,6k

Requested? No.

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The zeta tube flashes and the AI voice announces the arrival of Flash. Your heart goes fast.

— Hey, (Y/N)! — In a flash, he's in front of you. — Happy Valentine's Day! — You tear your eyes off of your schedule on your tablet and see him holding a rose towards you.

— Oh, hey, Flash… — You reply a little tense. — Thank you… You didn't need to. — You hesitantly take the rose from him and whilst your attention is on staring at the flower and holding back a grimace, you miss the glint in his blue eyes. His blush is covered by his mask. His mind seeks for something to say before you decide to break the momentary silence. — You're really sweet, it's great to have a friend like you! — You make sure to exclain, the tone a notch higher, trying to make your point come across. Flash’s face falls.

— Uh- I- Actually- — His speech gets cut off by the zeta announcing Superman. Before you can have a heart attack, the boy scout also zooms in front of you, this time your hair blows back with the wind. He must've come flying.

— (Y/N)’s heart is pounding, what are you doing, Flash? — Superman alternates between looking at your face worriedly, then your chest, then glaring at the speedster by his side.

— What? Nothing! — Flash looks wide-eyed at Superman. Then his mind clicks and he looks at you again. — Wait, what? Your heart is pounding? Is it… Is it because of me?! — You see the dazed look on his face coming to the surface again. Oh boy.

You casually make the effort to take a breath you didn't know you were holding and make your heart go down. You hate when Super uses his X-Ray vision on you. You can never be sure when he is doing it, but why else would he analytically stare specifically at your body when he is worried about you? Also, that time when you commented with Sarah from the kitchen’s crew that you forgot to do your laundry and went to the Watchtower without underwear. Seconds later, Superman appeared in the doorway, looking startled and flustered, ears red. Although he pretended to have just arrived at the tower and you and your friend chose to ignore your embarrassment that your boss with superhearing might have chose that exact moment to focus his hearing on only the places around him, including your too intimate conversation, you still caught him red handed sneaking glances specifically at your hips, and he hurriedly exited the room after that. At the time, you had just recently started the job as the Justice League’s assistant. After that you were a lot more aware.

After a while you realized you had a reason to be.

Superman was glaring at the rose in your hand and Flash was daydreaming while looking at your face when the zeta flashed again and you snapped out of it fast enough that by the time you started talking, your mind didn't pay attention to who had just arrived.

— Hm, no. It's just you fast people are always catching me off guard. — Flash deflates and- Is he pouting? Bro. Superman lights up and looks at you again.

— Oh, sorry, (N/N), we always forget about that. — The alien chuckles while rubbing the back of his head.

— Superman. Flash. — You and Flash jump, but Superman, not surprisingly, doesn't react and just follows you three and looks behind the two heros in front of you to the one with the gruff voice that just arrived.

Flash groans and Superman just rolls his eyes, you can see that while trying to peak past the men’s towering frames blocking you. You don't have to guess much though, because they make space for the newcomer and you suppress a tired sigh at seeing Batman making his way to you with a gigantic arrangement of flowers that covers his entire torso, arms and head, only his bat-ears, legs and cape being visible.

— (Y/N). Those are for you. — Color me shocked. Before you can try to start thinking about how you are gonna take this absurdity anywhere, vengeance speaks. — I'm gonna leave it at your desk.

— Hmhmm. Thank you, Batman. — You refused to watch his retreating form and let any member of your yandere harem think you actually have an interest in any of them and look down at your tablet again. The action makes you remember the rose you're still holding and you hurriedly walk away from the two nutcases stuck glaring at the third and go to his side. — Actually, take this with you. — You stick the rose amongst the rest of the flowers and before any of them can say anything else, you get out of the room.

You take a deep breath. Since the League’s weird obsession started seemingly around a year ago, you had a whole crisis over it. The pay was good, and it increased even more when they took this insane liking to you, so it's not like you could just quit like it was nothing. Besides, it's the Justice League, you could run from the fucking planet and they would still find you. It's easier to adapt.

You go on with your routine for a few minutes until you bump into a neon green brick wall. Scratch that, it's just Green Lantern’s chest.

— Hey, cutie, I was looking for you. — Your eyes widen when the space cop suddenly holds you by the shoulders, pushes you against a wall, then lets you go just to keep his two muscular arms on each side of you, trapping you and keeping you close to his frame. Ugh, the Lantern with brown hair has always been the more touchy one. You miss the one with dark skin and common sense.

— Need me for something? — You hold a groan with the limitless possibilities of how he could use that sentence to be crude, but you just wanted to get rid of him. He smirks.

— I was wondering if you were free today and would like to go on a date with me later… — He knew you were free. You knew he knew you were free. Every time you have a date (and you never told them) the League seems to get more on edge and suddenly your workload increases. Tsk, you hate them. Unfortunately, you love nice things even more.

You raise an eyebrow.

— I don't even know your name. — You point out, maybe that would make him give up, but he just shrugged.

— I could tell you, trust is a fundamental part in any relationship.

— Is a date a relationship? Also I don't think Batman would like that. — Any of that. He cocks his head to the side and his beautiful hair moves down.

— Cutie, you don't have to worry about Spooky. And I don't want to just hook up with you, you know that. Now just stop playing hard to get and-

A golden light catches your attention, it could be a miracle, but it's just Wonder Woman's lasso wrapping around the lantern's neck and pulling him away from you. Unfortunately, she tied a it in a way that the action wouldn't strangle him or break his neck.

— Ugh, men really have no boundaries. — The amazon rolls her lasso back and takes a step towards you, keeping said man sulking behind her while analyzing you. — Forgive my friend, (Y/N). He grew up in a barn. — The stunning demigoddess smiles at you.

Ugh, if she wasn't just as crazy as the rest of them you would happily swoon over her.

— Right. Well, I have to go. — You turn your back to them and take fast but casual steps away from them and the empty hallway. It never fails to scare the shit out of you and give you goosebumps whenever one of them catches you alone in one of those, and the competition between them for your heart somehow makes you confident enough that if there are at least two of them, no harm will come to you.

You clear your throat. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. The martian should’ve arrived by now and you don't doubt he reads your mind 24/7 when he’s close enough.

You’re about to turn a corridor when you spot Aquaman poking his head in a room, looking for something, it's probably you, only his body is visible and he can't see you.

You hold a groan and run as quietly as possible away from him without him noticing, remembering the time he ranted to you about seahorses being the most romantic fish species, with monogamous mate bonds for lifetime, and all the times he promised to show you Atlantis one day and make you rule his people by his side.

A few minutes later when you look at the clock, you know by that time they're all already in their meeting and not wandering around, desperate for a crumb of your attention. To confirm that, you open the camera’s feed that not many had access to and idly check their presence in the meeting room. Your stomach churns seeing your figure in one of their monitors, the others displaying normal missions info. Of course they would follow you around through the cameras, because that's just as important as discussing wars and crisis in Earth countries and other planets.

You passively shut the screen when you finally get to your office, in which you avoid staying until you absolutely have to, or the coast is clear enough to, otherwise it's the most obvious place for them to force an interaction with you.

You look up and your shoulders drop in defeat at the sign of too many flowers, gifts and letters from each member of the League.

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[totheblood]

can you do angsty ellie headcanons? maybe how she reacts in a fight/what makes her angry? or ellie being mean to reader and having to apologize??

a/n: of course!!! this is NOT proofread... and there is some ai audios at the bottom... enjoy!

angry gf ellie

ellie does her absolute best to not get upset with you

like she really does because her mouth is a bitch when she's mad

but sometimes you take things a little too far and ellie has to fight with herself to not lash out at you

"ellie, i wasn't actually flirting with her. i was just trying to tease you." you would say in a worried voice as you watched her pace the room and avoid eye contact with you

"in what fucking world would you think i would like that?" she would spit out, flinching at her own tone

"i jus-" you try and justify it but you know you have pushed her a little too far

she would probably cut you off with the sound of your name, her voice much gentler this time

"can you just go? i need to be alone right now."

ellie is also very good at the silent treatment which drives you crazy

she would avoid you for days after the incident, not wanting to get in a full-fledged fight with you

she keeps imagining you playfully laughing and touching someone else's forearm and it drives her crazy

she doesn't even know why you would do something like that, was she not giving you enough attention?

so she would end up at your door late at night with her foot in your mouth

upon seeing your tired face, probably from the stress she caused you, she would immediately fold (ellie is such a simp it's embarrassing)

she just forgets what she's mad about when looking into your sad eyes, your face already in the palm of her hand

"baby," she would coo

"'m sorry els, it was so stupid. i don't even know why i thought that was a good idea because if you did that to me i would probably lose my mind, so please don't break up with me. i promise it will never-" she would watch as you rambled on but get absolutely thrown by the 'don't break up with me' comment

"hey hey hey, who said anything about breaking up? i was just upset, is all. don't like seeing my girl touching anyone else, yeah? we're okay, i promise." she does her best to reassure you, but when the worried look on your face doesn't go away she decides to press a kiss on your forehead

"you promise?"

"i promise. -- now are you going to invite me in? it's fucking freezing out here!"

ellie only gets angry at the sight of two things: you with another person and you injured

it's why she tries her best to be the only one who goes on patrol with you, but since shifts rotate sometimes you have to go with someone else

and that someone was jesse, who you loved but who ellie hated for you to be on patrol with

she knows what you and jesse are like around eachother (distracted) and you always come back with a few extra scratches when you're out with him

this time you came back on the back of jesse's horse with blood dripping down your forehead

upon seeing you ellie is immediately fuming and running out from the shelter of the stable to help you off the horse

she tries to be gentle in helping you down but she's shaking and your blood has started to drip onto her hand

"what the fuck happened, jesse?" she says in a huff as the men in the stable rush over to help her get you down.

"raiders, they just came out of nowhere." he sighs, hand on his head because he knows he's about to get it from ellie

"they came out of nowhere? or were you just not paying any fucking attention?!" she glared at jesse as you toppled over into her

"c'mon baby, you're okay." she'd press a kiss to your forehead ignoring jesse as she got you to the infirmary

but once you were all stitched up and alert? she was on you in an instant

"you always do this and i tell you every time that one day it's going to cost you your fucking life! and that day was almost today! -- do you know how lucky you are?"

you were just blinking up at her with your eyes wide, it shocked you that when you finally came to you were recieving a lecture from your girlfriend

"ellie, i'm too tired for this."

"oh, you're too tired? imagine how tired i am! how tiring it must be to wait for days not knowing if your girlfriend is dead. but noooo, jesse is just that fucking interesting that you have to risk your life to laugh at his lame jokes."

"what do you want me to do?" at this point you're just trying to get the pounding in your head to stop

"i want you to focus when you are on patrol! act like your life means something!" she's practically begging at this point

"okay."

"okay?"

"anything to stop you yelling at me, i really don't feel good." you say, leaning over to throw up into the closest garbage can

and just like that ellie is your ellie again, she's rushing over to hold your hair and rub your back

when you finish she gets up to throw the trash outside so the room doesn't stink

she hates being mad at you, but she hates upsetting you

"look, about what i said earlier; i'm sorry. i don't know what would happen, what i would do, if i lost you. i didn't mean to take it out on you."

you grab her hand and squeeze it lightly, "i know and i love you."

"i love you more."

but then you're leaning in to give her a kiss and she remembers five minutes ago when you were throwing up everything inside you

"i'll give you a kiss later…after we get those teeth cleaned."

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[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch2

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1

Warning: Minors DNI, smut, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship?

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Four Months Thirty Days until D-Day

A soft groan escaped your lips as you finally felt yourself come to. Fluttering your eyes open, you noticed that you were back in your apartment. Recalling what happened last, you let out another soft groan. Miguel must have been really annoyed and frustrated that you collapsed during his conversation.

Burying yourself into your bedsheets, you inhaled deeply. It was faint, but Miguel's cologne was still lingering on your clothes. Did he carry you here? Perhaps the cold hearted scientist did have a heart. Little things like this made you fall for Miguel even more.

Smiling like an idiot, you kept thinking about Miguel and his low soft voice. You rubbed your legs together and decided to pleasure yourself before calling him to apologize. Might as well enjoy this moment before he says something to ruin it.

Burying your head into the pillow, you let out soft moans as you started to touch and rub your clit. Miguel's voice repeating in your head. His little requests, stupid demands, but most of all, that teasing tone he gives you.

"How lacking. With how we pay you, this is all you can afford?" Miguel scoffed as he let himself into your room.

You gasped and covered your face with the blanket. So much for enjoying the moment. Why was Miguel still in your apartment?!

"Hm? Finally, you're awake. Do you realize I had to miss two days worth of experimenting?"

"I-I was asleep for two days?!"

"No. After you dragged me out of that mess yesterday, you collapsed and slept for one day exactly. You owe me." Miguel huffed as he helped himself to your seat. You covered your face with the blanket, hiding your pout,

"Sorry, sir. I'll make this up to you, you know I always do." You sighed, hoping he didn't hear your moans, "Um, why are you still at my apartment?"

"Why? Because I can."

Your smile never faded. What could you expect from him? Miguel always did what he wanted. Glancing over at Miguel, you could only imagine what he was thinking.

"Since you're now awake, I will take my leave. I will have my AI send you what was missed and a list of what I want done as payback. I will see you tomorrow." Miguel explained as he stood. You followed him out,

"Thanks again, Miguel. Sorry for being a burden." You apologized. Miguel glanced towards you, smirking,

"Think nothing of it. I shall let you return to your activity."

Your eyes widen as your face flustered. Miguel just let with a low, dark chuckle. He did hear you! Closing the door, you whined and felt tears threatening to spill. Miguel was far too cruel for you to handle, but hell, you still loved him.

You covered your face and ranted to yourself as you paced around your apartment. This job was going to be the death of you. Groaning at your own embarrassment, you kept pacing. After a while, you felt your shirt rising. Confused, you looked down,

"Huh? Where's my rug?" You muttered.

Looking up, you gasped, realizing that you were on the ceiling. Your eyes widen as you jumped down, freaking out about the whole thing. You grabbed your foot and stared at it, wondering how you managed to walk on the ceiling.

The Spider.

Your shoulders hung as you immediately thought about the Spider that bit you. All of Miguel's spiders were experimented on either thru radiation or some other sick experiment. The spider that bit you caused you to faint and now possibly changed your genetic make up.

"Oh no no no. If Miguel finds out...he's never going to let me go!" You gasped, covering your face at the thought of you on the metal table next, "I can't let him find out. I need to master this."

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Miguel kept his smirk until he returned to his office. He found you so amusing sometimes. Other men would probably have pounced on you as you whimpered and moaned their name, but Miguel? Oh, he was going to hold onto this moment.

Your reactions is what Miguel keeps his antics going sometimes. Perhaps one day he will indulge himself, but just knowing that you were putty in the palm of his hand was enough.

"Sir?" Some knocked against the door.

Miguel's smirk once again disappeared. Now, who dared ruin his good mood? Allowing the person in, Miguel noticed that it was one of the scientists who was in charge of finding his spiders. Another man came in with a cart, rolling the enclosure inside the office.

"We were able to find all the spiders..."

"But?" Miguel hissed as he approached the two.

"B-But...one was...one seemed to have been stepped on and perished."

Miguel found the situation funny. He held his hand out and the second scientist was quick to give him the dead spider. Some found Miguel creepy when it came to things like this. The atmosphere in the room started to feel unsettling.

"Ah, I used gamma radiation on his spider, enhancing some of its abilities. Such a shame I won't be able to use it to its full potential," Miguel said with almost a sigh.

"S-Sir?"

The second scientist gasped in horror as Miguel grabbed the first scientist by the mouth. The sinister smirk that formed against Miguel's lips made the two terrified for what he was about to do. Miguel forced the scientist to sit down,

"Mhpm!!"

"Now, swallowing one spider shouldn't cause any harm. But, I wonder what swallowing this spider will do? You there, record what happens-"

"B-But sir, I don't have-"

"¡Inútil! (Useless)! (Y/N) would have already started!" Miguel spat and forced the scientist's mouth open, "Stop fucking squirming. You made the mess, now take your due punishment."

Screams filled the room as Miguel forced the dead spider down the scientist's throat. A roar of laughter came from Miguel as he watched the poor man try to puke or cough out the spider. It didn't take long for him to start screaming in pain and begging for mercy.

Miguel kicked his hand away, since the scientist was only making this more difficult for himself. Within the minute, blood was coughed onto Miguel's floor and the scientist was convulsing.

"How dramatic. You there, did you record the reaction?"

"S-Sir, we need to-"

"Did. You. Record?" Miguel said slowly as he glared into the man's soul.

"...No..."

"That's fine. Wasn't anything important. You may leave," Miguel said calmly.

"...Goodbye...sir..."

Miguel scoffed slightly since he found everyone so annoying and useless. No one could pick up his sarcasm except you. Calling security, Miguel watched the monitors as the second scientist was taken by the guards and placed in his test subject room.

"(Y/N), you owe me."

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It was defiantly the spider. Not long after you figured out that you can walk and crawl on walls, you also found out that you had organic webbing. You cried for a solid five minutes since you absolutely hated spiders and now you felt like one.

You "accepted" your fate as a genetically modified human, and had no choice but to live with it. Who knows what Miguel would do to you if he found out. He would be obsessed with studying you, yet jealous that he could not create what you became.

"Okay, okay. I can walk on walls, make my own webbing...I'm afraid to know what else I can do..." You muttered to yourself.

Biting your nail, you wondered what you were going to do with these new abilities. Gasping, you hurried to your work tablet and pulled up Miguel's research.

"Spiderman." You whispered.

Miguel was fascinated with the Great Hero Age. Miguel wanted to recreate some of those long gone heroes, Spiderman being one of them. Spiderman was a hero who brought criminals to justice. He helped other heroes bring down big bads like Kingpin.

As if a lightbulb appeared above your head, you immediately shot up with a plan. After mastering your new found abilities, you could become Spider woman and stop Alchemax. Perhaps you can bring Miguel over from the dark side and help him.

It was going to take a lot of time, but you had confidence. You could do this. If the original Spiderman could, then why couldn't you? It wasn't like there were crazy big bad villains like there were back in the day. Perhaps just one or two that you've heard of...

But no real Villains.

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Miguel sat in his dark apartment, holding a glass of whiskey in the palm of his hand. His glare towards the city below as he thought of ways to improve humans. To enhance them and make them better beings.

"Miguel, the list is ready for me to send to (Y/N)." Lyla appeared, informing him. Miguel drank his liquor,

"Add a praise of your choosing."

"Yes Miguel~" Lyla chirped and disappeared.

Miguel resisted a chuckle as he moved away from his window. One of these days he will have a success. Laying on his couch, Miguel let out a heavy sigh. Why did everyone have to test his patience? Who cares if one or two people died?

They were sacrifices for the greater good. It wasn't like Miguel was doing this for fun. It was for science. Miguel believed that nothing he did was wrong. In fact, by the end of all of this, the world will praise him for being a Hero.

As if those exist.

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[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 6)

Mrs. Rayn was making her rounds in the nursery the next day, checking each crib and droneling dutifully, making sure each were plugged into their cribs and charging, there were only two, one in for an overnight stay… nervous new parents fretting over nothing. And little Tera.

She was running hot again. And Rayn wasn't sure if it was her own fault; her filters getting too old to do their job properly, or something else, as the other dronelings didn't seem to have the same problem.

Regardless, she sighed and picked up the excitable baby, who was awake and rolling around in her arms happily.

“Alright… time for a-” She heard the front door open and two pairs of footsteps step in warily. Probably those new parents, ugh, they needed to chill out.

“I told you two already, visor glitches are completely normal until the AI… settles…” She came hobbling to the door with Tera in her arms, still giggling happily with being held. But she didn't see who she expected.

Uzi and her murder drone “friend”. Both looking slightly embarrassed to be here.

“Oh? What are you two doing back here?” She asked, eyes glancing between them, slightly worried, she hoped they weren't going through oil that fast.

“Uhm… we wanted to check on Tera, Uzi-” The girl in question elbowed him roughly, although it didn't look like enough to truly hurt, and he started again. “-We didn't want her to feel abandoned, so we came to visit!” N explained, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

Rayn smiled, Uzi worrying over a baby was something she'd seen often believe it or not. When Nori was still alive they'd both be here, almost every other day, making the rounds with her. Uzi had always been doting, she was glad to see that hadn't changed, as so much about her had.

“Well that's real nice of you… I was just about to feed her since she's running hot again. Would you like to-."

“Yeah, I can do it.” Uzi immediately offered, and Rayn sat the droneling in her arms, Tera squealed as if she remembered them and rolled around excitedly.

“Hey, we're back. Hope you didn't miss us.” Her voice once more immediately fell softer, Rayn caught N's smile get larger out of the corner of her eye, and his tail began to wag.

For a murder drone the boy was ferociously polite, bowing slightly in greeting, although it looked like something in his programming was forcing him, as he winced while in the action. She wondered how he'd managed to hurt anyone with how friendly he seemed.

She watched as they made their way into the observation room, Uzi walking briskly and N walking behind her, eyes trained intently on the both of them.

She really did wonder how a hybrid child would look, she had the feeling she might live long enough to find out.

Uzi smiled down at the baby drone, already seeming to put down her shields in favor of being soft for the little one. Tera rolled into her chest, the pillbaby equivalent to a hug.

She totally didn't feel her core split in two with how adorable it was, nope.

“Here N, can you hold her while I get the bottle ready?” Uzi asked, looking up from the baby and turning around to face him, he looked out of it, but seemed to immediately reign himself in.

“Oh! Yeah! I can!” He nearly vibrated a hole in the floor, he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't excited to be holding the baby again. He'd been slightly perturbed after his thoughts last night, but being here seemed to ease them.

Tera looked at him curiously before giving him a wide smile, N smiled back, and he lifted his hand to steady the little one, before she rolled out of his arms with how excited she was.

“Don't get too excited buddy, you don't have any arms to catch yourself!” He laughed, and his hand rested on top of the soft silicon. Tera blew another raspberry at him.

Did that…tickle?

Without thinking his fingers danced lightly across her silicone, and Tera exploded with a peel of laughter, eyelights squeezed shut and rolling around uncontrollably.

He grinned even wider, stopping his assault and finally holding her steady, looking up at Uzi.

She'd just finished filling another small bottle, because he saw her rubbing her side with gritted teeth. Concern danced in his core for a moment, showing on his visor.

“You good?” He asked out of habit, and Uzi rolled her eyes but still nodded with a smile, looking back up at him.

“Do you wanna feed her?” Was her next question. Holding out the tiny bottle that was only slightly longer then the full length of one of his fingers, he stared at it for a moment, before slowly taking it in his hands.

The bottle was slightly warm, and Tera looked up at him expectantly, eyes looking curious. He felt a little strange, holding a bottle full of his best freinds oil, but he quickly pushed the thought away.

He found the panel Uzi had opened before, and the small opening that was slightly stained with oil, he felt nerves creep up his back, and his eyes flashed up to meet Uzi's again.

“You're doing fine N.” She assured him, an amused smile on her face and her arms crossed. But he still wasn't assured enough.

“Do I squeeze it or just let it drain?” He asked, not wanting to hurt the droneling or look stupid in front of Uzi- no what?

“Here.” She came to his side, adjusting his hold on the baby by lifting his arm before laying her hand over his.

Her hand is so small…

She led his hand down to the port and gently squeezed, he copied the pressure into his own hand and watched as Tera’s eyelights fluttered shut, and he felt her core hum slightly louder.

“Like this.” Uzi finished, although she didn't remove her hand, instead watching as the bottle was slowly drained, he idly realized her other hand had gripped his arm. He felt an unfamiliar tugging on his core.

His eyes drifted from the baby to his best freind, she had a small smile on her face, and seemed to be in a trance before snapping out of it, her eyes then locked with his and if anything her smile got wider, before she seemed to fluster and looked away.

Had her smile always been so bright?

“Why are you looking at me like that dude?”

What?

“What do you mean?” He asked, he wasn't looking at her any differently then he always did, right?

“N-nothing.” Was all she said, making him even more confused, was he being weird without realizing? He hoped not!

But he had no time to dwell, Tera had finished the bottle and was back to babbling up at him, distracting them both from whatever had just happened.

“I've never seen a baby so happy.” Uzi laughed, booping the little ones visor gently, sending ripples through it and causing another bout of laughter from the droneling.

“Feel better?” He asked her softly, surprising himself, and apparently Uzi too, as she seemed to look away from him again before she answered with a silent nod.

“We should probably put her back on charge, babies are power hungry.” She informed, leading him by the arm to Tera’s crib.

“Do you want to set her down or do you want me to?” She asked, cocking her head slightly, making her look somewhat like a curious cat.

“Uh, I can.” He replied dumbly, holding the little one close to his chest for a moment before laying her gently in the crib, he felt Uzi reach in with him.

“And you plug them in with this.” Her body was pressed tightly against his side, legs hanging off the side of the crib, holding a small charger in her fingers and looking at the baby instead of him.

He took it from her hand as she gently rolled the baby onto it's side, revealing the smallest charge port he'd ever seen in his life.

“She keeps getting cuter…” N hummed, making a soft laugh bubble out of his freind. He felt heat rush to his visor breifly, had he forgotten to top up this morning?

“Priorities, N.”

“Right.”

He plugged in the pillbaby, causing her eyelights to glow slightly brighter with the power surge. Tera giggled, rolling around.

“Do babies normally roll around that much?” N asked, feeling concerned that she was going to unplug herself.

“Not normally at this age… if she's moving around so much it might be better to get her a toddler body so she can make use of all that energy…” She trailed off, sliding off the side of the crib after double-checking she wouldn't unplug.

“Of course, that's up to her parents to decide when she gets adopted.” Uzi added, almost as if she was reluctant to. That he understood, he really hoped whoever adopted her was as knowledgeable as Uzi was.

“Maybe we could mention that, to the new parents I mean.” N suggested, fidgeting with his hands.

“I'm sure Rayn’s already noticed. There's probably no need.” Uzi's voiced changed, closing herself back off to the world. Which meant was about to sugges-

“We should head out. If you want, we can go out scavenging? I still need parts for my railgun.” N was dissapointed, but at the prospect of spending another day hanging out with his best friend, he lightened up.

“Yeah! Sure! I love doing anything!”

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[starlitiris]

making the phantom troupe ✨ neurodivergent ✨

before getting into this I wanna say that i'm not including Kalluto, Hisoka or Illumi in this and I didn't add Kortopi, Bonolenov or Franklin cause I didn't know what to do for them </3

and! a handful of these neurdivergencies are things I also have, but if any of you have something mentioned here and you feel like I misrepresented the condition/got something wrong, please let me know and correct me!

i'd also love to hear what your guys' neurodivergent/disorder headcanons are for the phantom troupe PLEASE do not be shy

okay enough yapping, here are the headcanons

Nobunaga

ADHD out the ass

Bro can and will zero in on something aggressively and not realize how much time has passed till his stomach growls or someone else gets his attention

Almost ALWAYS forgets what he walked into a room for and sometimes won’t be able to remember for hours

He zones out a lot when Troupe members are trying to explain something to him that he has zero interest in

CHRONIC LEG BOUNCER

And foot tapper

He also does little bouncies when he’s standing around

Please don’t ever give him a pen that clicks

He’ll click it nonstop and won’t even realize he’s doing it until someone brings attention to it

He for sure has his moments where he's feeling extra irritable or anxious for seemingly no reason

Feitan

AUTISM OUT THE ASS

No, I’m not headcanoning this because he’s apathetic

Miss me w that shit

He’s just an apathetic person because of everything he’s been through

Not great at masking but he does mask

HATES being touched do NOT TOUCH HIM ew

Exclusively wears long sleeves. Cannot stand short sleeved shirts, he hates the way it feels on his arms

Misses a lot of emotional social cues and his apathetic nature certainly doesn’t help with that but it’s not like he cares much

The Troupe is used to him being like this so they aren’t too bothered

Thinks he looks fucking stupid when he stims so he tries not to unless he’s completely alone

He will let loose a LIIITTLE when he’s alone with just Phinks though since those two are pretty close but he still tries to make his stimming as non-obvious as possible

It also helps for him to stim with his hands in his pockets

He often taps his thumb and index finger together or rubs his knuckles

REALLY hates feeling cold and can't stand the sticky feeling of dried blood on his skin

Despite this, he rarely wears gloves when he's "working" simply because he no no wanna

Phinks HAS called him out on this. A few times.

Machi

Dyslexic

Hates it

So much

Seriously doesn’t understand why she can’t just fucking READ and SPELL as easily as everyone else

Like she KNOWS how to read and spell so like???? WHY does she even struggle with it it should be such an easy thing to do

That’s how she thinks

She gets embarrassed when people catch her struggling to read or spell something

It makes her feel dumb and she hates it :[

Thank god for ai assistants like siri and shit

She definitely uses them to ask how to spell things when no one else is around and she can’t remember

Gets kinda pissed at herself when she realizes way too late that she made a typo on something

Phinks

Prosopagnosia (face blindness) and aphantasia (when you can’t form mental images in your head)

Thought his aphantasia was completely normal for THE LONGEST time

He almost didn’t believe it when other Troupe members were telling him that they could clearly form mental images in their heads

It was a huge “what the fuck” moment for him

The amount of times he’s heard the phrase “you don’t remember me?” just cause he couldn’t recognize someone by their face alone

Of course he’s still able to recognize people from their voices, clothes, hair, body shapes, etc

But when it comes to people he doesn’t see often, he’s completely lost until he’s told the person’s name and where they met and shit

He’s offended quite a few people by not recognizing them

They assume he couldn’t be bothered to remember them but in reality he probably would if he could remember faces

Shalnark

He has bipolar 1

His mania doesn’t get too crazy but it’s noticeable for the Troupe and any other people that he spends a lot of time with

His highs tend to be more intense than his lows but he definitely still has his lows

And the lows are also noticeable

He gets bags under his eyes from having a difficult time falling asleep and STAYING asleep, and he has a very clear decrease in energy

Sometimes Troupe members feel the need to ask him if he’s feeling alright but he always answers with “yeah I’m fine!” and moves on

The amount of shit he's bought on impulse though

He's good at managing his finances until he's manic and sees something he wants

Bro won't look at price tags

"Ehh I'm sure it'll be fine!" two days later he's in the red and goes complaining to Troupe members about it as if he shouldn't have expected that

It's probably a good thing that his role in the Troupe is more centered around gathering information and not combat

I know damn well he'd get too cocky in a fight depending on wtf his brain chemistry is doing

Shizuku

Do i even need to say it

Bitch (respectfully) is autistic as hell

With some good ol’ ADD sprinkled in there

Her attention span suffers greatly

She can pick up a book or a manga and not put it down to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom until she finishes it or is forced to put it down

She knows it’s a problem and she really does try to remember to take breaks

Very blunt as we all know

Feitan will struggle to pick up on sarcasm SOMETIMES and uses sarcasm himself

This is not the same for Shizuku

Sarcasm does not register in her brain

She tried using sarcasm once and didn’t do it right so she gave up

She does try to mask a little bit in some situations but mostly doesn’t care enough to

Doesn’t mind stimming in front of people as much as Feitan does but she still does it a lot more in private

Pakunoda

Bipolar 2

Her depressive episodes feel longer than they are

She’s gotten a lot better at managing it as she’s gotten older though

She likes to journal her feelings when she can, it personally helps her process and deal with her emotions

She also writes reminders for herself and sets alarms so she doesn’t forget to take care of herself when she’s not feeling too well

Makes sure to praise herself for small victories! :)

She still has her days where she can’t bring herself to do some things, though days like those are less common now than they used to be

Her appetite definitely suffers because her depression, but the reminders and alarms she sets help her remember to eat, even if it has to be something small

She makes sure to get some self care in when she can, too. It's important to her

Uvogin

I hereby bestow thee with dyscalculia and OCD

Being anal about doing things at specific times is only a tiny sliver of his OCD-ness

Sometimes he’ll read the time on a clock wrong and he’ll panic for like 0.2 seconds

It fuckin stresses him out man

Sometimes he’ll tease Machi for having a hard time reading or forgetting how to spell/write a word and she’ll hit him with the “ok what’s 12 x 12 🧍”

Shuts him up real quick

He can count, add, subtract, multiply and divide but it still takes him a minute sometimes

He’ll just give up if he has to do math with fractions, decimals, numbers longer than three digits and any other complicated bullshit

He kinda gave up learning math when it started to literally give him headaches trying to figure it out so simple division and multiplication is as far as he cared to learn

If he’s faced with any math equation that intimidates him he will not even try

He just uses his phone or asks someone else to solve it for him

Okay back on the topic of OCD

He definitely has his repetitive movements that he does

They aren’t too obvious but the rest of the Troupe does notice them from time to time

Nobunaga said something about it one time and Uvo just brushed it off and changed the subject

He doesn’t like bringing attention to it

He also WILL recount and reread things multiple times

Most of the time he’ll only need to recount/reread something like 3-5 times but on bad days he’ll do it 10+ times

It is stressful

Phinks saw him recounting something like 13 times once and was like “bro u good?” and Uvo just snapped at him for fucking up his count

Chrollo

Autism and major depressive disorder

Masking KING (this is not a good thing)

Very touch avoidant like Feitan

He knows he struggles with some social cues and interactions and will sometimes overthink what he’s doing to avoid missing things or doing things wrong

He’s often hyper aware of what he’s doing and what the person he’s talking to is doing

One of his most common ways to stim is by rubbing things - like the corners of pages in his books, or the ends of his sleeves

Loathes being in loud areas. Please why is everyone talking so loud shut the fuck up Chrollo can’t hear himself think

There’s been times where he had to be in loud and bustling places for extended periods of time and once he was alone and in a quiet place he’d feel so so very drained and be nonverbal for hours

Really bad insomnia probably related to his MDD

Lays in bed for HOURSSSS unable to fall asleep

The amount of times he’s had to run on 2-3 hours of sleep is unreal

Listening to calm music and whale noises seems to help him fall asleep a little bit though

Don’t get me wrong he has good days, he’s not completely miserable, but MAN is this guy depressed

On bad days he’ll likely only have one meal or not eat at all

Phantom Troupe be damned if they notice he hasn’t eaten all day

Chrollo will insist he’s fine but some Troupe members aren’t having it

Sometimes someone like Paku or Shal will just go out and get him some food and place it in front of or next to him expectantly

Usually he’ll give up and eat the food

Unless he’s in a bad mood

I will say though, most days he eats at least two meals so it’s not like this is a super common occurrence

[l0serloki]

you probably know who i am at this point <3 but i love it so much as it’s addicting bro- so, if you do not mind, please, kindly, can i ask for Cassidy with a s/o who loves his accent/voice (i personally have a slight southern accent lol, it comes out really bad when i’m upset or talking quickly)

tysmmm, i love you and your works so much! <3

Cole Cassidy Accent HC's

CW : A bit sexual in the blurb (heated kissing, lmao), uhh GN!Reader

A/N : I LOVE YOU TOO!! I STOPPED WHAT I WAS WRITING TO DO THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. ALSO,,, I have a southern accent too - I tried getting rid of it but.. same as you, it comes out in some words/quick talking/upset LMFAO. Southern siblings unite T-T

I feel like his accent gets worse as his emotions get high 

He has random words that don’t even sound like English (I.E. washcloth/warshclarth, aisle/ai-ill, quiet/kwai-eit.)

If you point it out he will constantly remember it and try to not flare his accent as much/or over-flare it depending on the mood. (I feel like he can get flustered and embarrassed with his accent. He definitely has had people call him stupid for it.)

It makes him flustered when you compliment him though!! His face gets all red and he won’t meet your eyes (such a cutie)

He’ll read to you or tell you stories about his missions before bed because he knows you love it and it calms you. He’s just glad you feel safe with him and love him to that degree!!

Be prepared for the pet names too. I feel like the regular ones he uses are sugar, sweet thang, or buttercup. He’s quite the smooth talker ;^)

Overall, he’s such a sweetheart and it makes his heart soar that you love his accent!! Please give this man compliments, he deserves them <3

“Sugar, where did our blanket go?” Cass had moved, rummaging around in the bedroom drawer. You felt a grin appear on your face, his thick accent making you giddy. You continued to watch his failed attempt to find the blanket, hands thrown up in a defeated sigh. 

You giggled as he climbed into bed, arm yanking you into him. His lips brushed against your cheek, pressing light kisses to the flesh. “What’re ya’ laughin’ at, huh? You think I’m funny or something?” His eyebrow shot up, and you could only cackle harder at the look. “Yeah, considering you’re laying in the blanket you were looking for.” Cassidy’s whiskey hues glanced down at the bedsheets, face going red. “You done made me for a fool, huh? What a little minx.” His rough hands splayed at your waist, pulling you in for a soft kiss. 

“Mm, you taste good buttercup.” Cassidy separated, eyes meeting yours. Your hand migrated to his fluffy locks, lips kissing at his browline. “Your accent is cute. Keep talking like that and you’ll have me wrapped around your finger even more..” His breath hitched, eyes looking at anything but you. “Yeah yeah, whatever ya’ say. I ‘preciate it, sweetpea.” His awkwardness was a new sight. You rubbed circles into his chest, easing his anxieties, as the two of you drifted off to sleep. 

Who knew that your confident man could be so shy when he got complimented? This opened a whole new world of opportunities for you..

[freeuselandonorris]

↻ FLIP FLOP dealer’s choice on specific scene whether it’s the unseen solo listening or their first time trying it together, but lando POV for taking off our clothes in the window for the neighbours pleaaaase 😌

YEAAAAH i'm so glad i finally got the chance to write this because i really wanted to put it into the original fic somehow but it would have just been lando telling max about it and it wouldn't have hit the same.

cw for erotic hypnosis

He actually felt a bit nervous before he pressed play, which was fucking dumb, probably. It was just words. 

The website was pink, all the headings done in a cutesy bubble font. Lando made a mental note to clear it out of his history after he was done. Embarrassing, having all this shit in there. 

The files were listed in a particular order, under the heading Training Plan. There were pink bow and flower emojis either side of it. 20 days, the intro promised, to turn you into a brainless babygirl fuckdoll. The words caught in Lando’s brain and echoed, pleasingly. 

Well, fuck it. Whole thing was probably some elaborate fantasy scam for middle aged men to wank to, but nobody was asking him to put his card details in and it was all nonsense, really – so. He’d listen to a couple, try and remember the cringe bits to report back to Max, and probably forget the whole thing.

They’d talked a lot on Reddit about a uniform, something to wear while you listened. Sexy dresses, women’s knickers, mad shit like that. There was probably some of Luisa’s old stuff hidden away in a drawer somewhere, but like fuck he was gonna try and find it. In the end, he’d settled for a pale pink hoodie he’d had for a while, the same shade as strawberry protein milk. Topped it with a bracelet, little beads somehow woven into the shapes of flowers, white with yellow centres. Obviously it was lame that he was even doing this, considering all he was doing was listening to the files to report back to Max, but he put them on anyway, obeying some impulse he chose not to investigate.

The file, when he started it, was almost an anticlimax. A low hum like the meditation videos Jon sometimes sent to him, rising and falling like a mildly annoying wave. A woman’s voice – not even a real one, clearly AI. Telling him to focus on his breathing, on relaxing. 

“The fuck,” Lando muttered, and tried not to think about why he was disappointed. It was a low-rent meditation track. 

Let the tension drain from your body. Focus on the pleasant feelings.

He’d finish the first one, he told himself. Just for curiosity’s sake. Nothing wrong with a bit of guided meditation. And actually, it was nice to just relax. Breathe from his belly, let the tension out of his shoulders.

Now, I’m going to say a phrase, and that phrase will bring you back to this place where you’re free of worry, free of desire, free of thought. Just happy and relaxed here in your bubble.

The first flicker of excited sparked through Lando’s stomach, disturbing the slow smooth motion of his breaths.

That phrase is Babygirl.

He breathed through it. The pink hoodie felt soft against him. He hadn’t bothered with a t-shirt underneath, and the brushed fleece backing felt good against his nipples. 

Whenever you hear the phrase, you can come back to this place. Happily listening to my voice, and obeying. It feels good to obey. You don’t have to think. You just listen and accept, like a good babygirl.

He must have been breathing deeply, because his fingers and toes were tingling, oddly weightless like he’d become disconnected from his body. 

Babygirl. Babygirl. Babygirl.

Dizzy, but in a good way. He breathed through parted lips and felt the air rush over them where he’d licked them, and that felt good too.

The only thing in your brain is your desire to listen and obey. 

Everything was soft, and good, and there were vast blank expanses in Lando’s mind that had never been there before, the peace of shutting the door on a screaming crowd.

Obey and feel the pleasure of listening. The pleasure that comes from having no thoughts. The pleasure that comes from having no free will.

It was like being turned on, but without the manic pressure to do something about it. He wasn’t even hard, exactly, just fattening up a bit. Couldn’t bring himself to move and do anything about it anyway. 

And you can’t ever conceive of having wanted to do anything else but listen to my voice and hear your trigger phrase, so you can experience this pleasure again.

 He thought maybe he was moaning, but it didn’t matter.

Babygirl.

The file ended, the silence of the room filtering through his headphones. 

Lando opened his eyes. He felt mildly drunk, shaking the feeling back into his fingers. Unlocked his phone. Even the swipe of his thumb against the smooth, cool glass felt good. 

He scrolled to the next track. Clicked play. Closed his eyes.

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Hi there! How's going? ^^ i was wondering if you could write a smut Mondo x Fem!Reader (possibly with a shy attitude and her body being short and chubby) who someday out of the sudden reveals to him that she would try something new in bed? Like spanking,overstimulation or any other rough action(without exaggerating) could be good!

I don't know if you actually write for Mondo, so if ya really don't feel like you can do Kaito instead!

I hope it isn't too much, have a nice day! <33

HAHAHAHAHAHAA YESSSSS, I FUCKING LOVE THIS TYPE WITH MONDO!!!!

OF COURSE!!

AN- I love this, I lowkey was kinda a whore when it came to this man stg. Enjoy I did the best I could with this!! Life’s kicking me so I gave my best shot, once again so sorry for the wait!!!😭💀

⚠️MDNI⚠️ NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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It was late afternoon at Hope’s Peak Academy, and the day had already begun to wind down. The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting warm light across the floor of the empty classroom where you and Mondo were sitting. The two of you often found refuge in quiet spots like this, away from the noise of your classmates and the chaos that surrounded the school.

Mondo sat across from you, his muscular arms crossed, a casual smirk tugging at his lips. He was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was one of the things that had initially drawn you to him, but now, as you sat there trying to find the courage to speak, that same confidence made your heart race in a different way.

You were shy by nature—soft-spoken and a little self-conscious about your body. Standing next to Mondo, who was tall, muscular, and exuded raw energy, you often felt small and uncertain. You were shorter than most of your classmates, with a curvier frame, and though Mondo had never made you feel anything less than beautiful, your insecurities still lingered. But there was something else on your mind today, something that had been building up inside you for a while now, and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“M-Mondo,” you stammered, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you twisted your fingers together nervously.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes softening as he noticed the nervousness in your tone. “Yeah, babe? What’s up?”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The words were stuck in your throat, but you knew you had to say them. It was now or never. You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes as you spoke.

“I… I was thinking,” you began, your voice shaky. “I w-wanted to… try something new. You know, in bed.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your entire face turning a shade of red that probably matched Mondo’s jacket. You kept your eyes fixed on your hands, too embarrassed to look up and gauge his reaction. What if he thought you were weird? What if this ruined the easy dynamic you had?

But Mondo, ever the straightforward guy, just blinked before his trademark grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at you with interest. “What kinda ‘new’ are we talkin’ about?”

Your stomach fluttered at his reaction, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside you. He wasn’t brushing you off or teasing you—he was genuinely interested. That gave you the courage to look up at him, though your face was still flushed.

“Well… I-I was thinking about trying something… rougher?” you admitted, your voice still soft but a little more confident now that you knew he was open to the idea. “Maybe… spanking, or, um… overstimulation?”

Mondo’s grin widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. You could see a flicker of something dark and playful in his eyes, though his voice remained gentle when he spoke.

“Shit, really?” he said, a low chuckle escaping his throat. “Didn’t think you’d be into that kinda thing, but damn, I ain’t complainin’.”

Your heart raced even faster at his words, but there was something comforting about the way he reacted—like he wasn’t shocked, just pleasantly surprised. He leaned forward again, his voice dropping a bit as he asked, “You sure ‘bout this, babe? I mean, I know you’re shy ‘n all, but if it’s somethin’ you wanna try… we can totally do that. I just don’t wanna push ya into anything.”

You smiled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, I… I think I’d like to try it. With you.”

Mondo’s expression softened at your words, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek with his rough, calloused hand. “You got nothin’ to worry about, alright? We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. You trust me, right?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I trust you, Mondo.”

Later that night, the two of you found yourselves back in his dorm room. The air was thick with anticipation, a mixture of nerves and excitement that hung between you like an electric charge. You were sitting on the edge of Mondo’s bed, your heart pounding in your chest as he stood in front of you, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

“You still good with this, babe?” Mondo asked, his voice low and reassuring. He could see the tension in your body, the way your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the edge of the bed.

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Y-Yeah. I’m ready.”

Mondo’s eyes softened at your response, and he moved closer, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “Alright then. Just let me know if it gets too much, okay?”

He slowly guided you onto your stomach, his large hands trailing down your back in a soothing motion. You could feel the heat of his body behind you as he moved, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. His hand moved to your ass, squeezing gently, testing the waters.

“You sure you can handle this, short stuff?” he teased, though his voice was tinged with genuine concern. He always had a soft spot for you, despite his tough exterior.

You let out a nervous giggle, your body relaxing under his touch. “I can handle it, Mondo.”

He smirked at your response, his hand leaving your ass for a moment before coming down with a firm, playful smack. You gasped, the sensation sharp but not painful, and immediately your body reacted with a rush of heat.

“Fuck, you sound so cute when you make that noise,” Mondo muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He gave you another slap, this one a bit harder, and you moaned softly, your hips twitching beneath him.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you back toward him as he pressed his hips against you, his erection obvious through his jeans. “You like that, huh?” he teased, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Never woulda guessed you’d be into somethin’ like this, but shit, it’s hot.”

You moaned again, your body arching beneath him as he continued to spank you, each strike sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your mind was swimming with the sensation, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses.

But Mondo didn’t stop there. His hand moved between your legs, brushing against your already sensitive core. You gasped as his fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your legs tremble.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You said you wanted more, right? Let’s see if you can take it.”

His fingers worked you expertly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but just as you were about to come, he pulled away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t give me that look,” Mondo teased, smirking down at you. “You wanted overstimulation, right? So I’m gonna make sure you get exactly what you asked for.”

And with that, he pushed you over the edge again and again, driving you to the brink of pleasure only to pull you back, each time making you crave it more. By the time he finally let you come, your body was shaking, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

Mondo leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You did so good, babe. You’re fuckin’ amazing.” Your body was trembling, still reeling from the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your legs weak, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Mondo hadn’t let up, not until he saw you shuddering beneath him, your moans turning into broken cries as you came hard in his hands. Even now, his fingers lingered on your skin, brushing your thighs softly as if to coax the last bits of sensation from your overstimulated body.

“Shit, babe,” Mondo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he sat back slightly, admiring the sight of you. His hand, which had been so rough before, now trailed gently along your lower back, soothing the spots where he had spanked you earlier. “You were fucking incredible.”

You could barely respond, your body still trembling as you collapsed onto the bed, your face buried in the pillow. Your heart was still racing, your mind a blur of pleasure and exhaustion, but there was a warm sense of satisfaction spreading through you. Mondo had pushed you to the edge, but you hadn’t expected it to feel so… good.

After a few moments, you managed to turn your head slightly, your eyes fluttering open to meet Mondo’s gaze. He was smirking, his chest still heaving as he caught his own breath. Despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a softness in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hand now gently stroking your hair.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more tender.

You managed a weak smile, your voice still shaky as you whispered, “I… I feel amazing.”

Mondo chuckled, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. “Didn’t go too hard on ya, did I?”

You shook your head slowly, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “No,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “It was… perfect.”

Mondo’s smirk widened slightly, though there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes. He always liked to act tough, but deep down, you knew he cared—maybe more than he let on. “Good girl,” he muttered, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek. “Knew you could handle it.”

He shifted slightly, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer, his body heat enveloping you as you relaxed into his embrace. He was still radiating energy, the intensity of the moment still lingering between you, but now there was a calmness to him, a sense of satisfaction that came from knowing he had pushed you just far enough, without crossing any lines.

For a few moments, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your breathing slowly syncing up as you both calmed down. Mondo’s hand never left your skin, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, the sensation soothing in contrast to the roughness from earlier.

As the adrenaline began to fade, a small giggle escaped your lips, breaking the silence. Mondo raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with an amused expression. “What’s so funny?”

You blushed slightly, hiding your face in his chest as you muttered, “I just… I can’t believe I actually asked for that.”

Mondo laughed, the sound low and rough, but filled with warmth. “Hey, you’re braver than you think, babe,” he said, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Takes guts to ask for what you want. And I’m damn glad you did.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you at his words. It was true—before tonight, you would’ve never imagined having the confidence to ask for something like this. But with Mondo, you felt safe, felt like you could explore those parts of yourself without fear of judgment.

“Still,” you mumbled, your voice soft, “I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”

Mondo smirked, his hand moving to tilt your chin up so you were looking at him again. “Told ya I’d take care of you,” he muttered, his voice low and playful as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “And we ain’t done yet.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up at him. “W-We’re not?”

Mondo’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “Nah,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Now that I know what gets you goin’, babe, we’ve got a lot more fun to have.”

Your face flushed at the implication, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that bubbled up inside you. Even after everything you’d just experienced, the idea of more sent a fresh wave of heat through your body.

“But don’t worry,” Mondo added, his tone softening slightly as he kissed the side of your neck. “We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. Always, alright?”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection as you leaned into his touch. “Always,” you whispered back.

Mondo chuckled again, pulling you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as the two of you settled back into the bed. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a comfortable warmth as you rested in his arms, your bodies entwined.

As your eyelids grew heavy, the last thing you heard was Mondo’s voice, low and soft, as he whispered, “You did good, babe. Real good.” And with that, you drifted off to sleep, safe and content in his embrace, knowing that with Mondo, you could explore anything, and he’d always be right there with you, every step of the way.

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WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

I didn’t actually get any words so I’ve just been grabbing prompt words from my Co-Star app horoscope, which I’m pretty sure is ai generated garbage but it’s funny. Anyway, same deal, I used the letters to start each sentence. 

The sani-strips came off last week and I am not enjoying being able to see my surgery scar. Touching it kind of makes me feel physically ill, so I probably have to practice doing exactly that, bleh. Something for Steve to “look forward to.” 🙃

FIEND

First thing the next morning, Steve wakes up to his usual alarm and blearily shuts it off before Robin to his side or Eddie in a sleeping bag on the floor so much as stir. It’s not the kind of thing either would’ve thought of turning off the night before, being more ‘roll out of bed whenever seems right and hopefully that’s not (too) late’ type people… but Steve is a little relieved to have the time to himself. Even if it means less sleep, and more time conscious of his throbbing wrist. 

Next to his alarm clock is the open prescription bottle, a pad of paper next to it with a note that he took his last pill at 4:45am in Eddie’s jagged scrawl so it’s too early to be able to take more. Dim memories of waking up and nearly kicking Eddie in the head trying to get to the bathroom bubble up in Steve’s brain—and at least he hadn’t needed any help peeing, that would have been worthy of fleeing the state on foot in embarrassment.

GOLDEN

(Gratingly, though, he knows that the next time he needs to shit it will be that bad, because he’s not, he doesn’t… he usually wipes with his right hand, alright? Only that’s not an option, not with a broken wrist, and he’s been a lot less flexible on his left since healing from the bat bites on his sides and vine-related road rash on his back from last spring, so… fuck. Definitely going to be a problem. Eventually. 

No one must ever know, so hopefully nobody will ever ask.)

RICH

RIIING!

It’s the phone. Cursing under his breath, Steve rolls out of bed and carefully makes his way to the phone in the master bedroom down the hall. He almost forgets to expect to feel the bad wrong hurt radiating up his arm even more when in motion, but it’s weirdly just as bad that his fingers feel numb in some places, like they’re no longer properly connected. 

WHOOSH

Who could be calling at this hour is never a question in Steve’s mind. He wakes up around this time every morning and has ever since he’d been conditioned by school on weekdays and sports on weekends; his parents know that. Or at least they expect it, which is possibly the main reason he has kept up the habit. Oversleeping is never met with approval on the increasingly rare occasions they’re home. So he braces himself, one deep breath before he picks up the handset, because he knows he’s committed the cardinal sin of letting the phone ring too long. 

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking, how can I help you?” he recites, careful not to muddle any of the words despite the general fuzziness of sleep and painkillers and pain still clinging to him. 

HAPPENING

“Hello Steven,” comes his father’s voice, already hard with disapproval. And that slight but infuriating emphasis on his full name, like a correction. Plenty of people go by nicknames, but Richard Harrington is very firmly not one of them—something Steve stopped being baffled by the day he’d learned the many versatile uses of the word ‘dick.’ “Patricia Cunningham gave your mother a call yesterday about some sort of party at the house, is there anything you’d like to tell me?” 

Even as part of him cringes on the inside out of habit, Steve rolls his eyes. Nothing Pat Cunningham has to say is ever first hand; she’s a gossipy housewife who doesn’t even live on their street. If anything, she probably heard about his trip to the ER from her husband, who’s a doctor. “Not a party, sir, just a barbecue with some friends and their families.”

Grumbling something under his breath, the older Harrington scoffs. 

DEVOTION

“Don’t think I don’t know that’s still a party, Steven. Especially since I also know that I’ll be receiving a hospital bill sometime soon! Very soon, considering that billing at Hawkins Memorial is the only department that knows their ass from their elbows. Once would be plenty, but this is the fifth year in a row that you’ve persisted in this desperate cry for attention and I’ll not have it anymore. This is your last warning, Steven, understand? If I hear about one more party or drunken accident, a broken wrist for god’s sake—”

“O-oh come on, Dad!” Nothing could make Steve loathe himself more right now than stuttering, but this is the kind of thing that always brings it out. 

NIGHT SWIMS

“No one was drunk, Chief Hopper was there grilling the burgers. I just slipped and landed wrong, that’s all!”

“Go ahead, keep making it worse for yourself by lying, son. Hell, it was probably drugs again, can’t wait to get that call once the tests come through. This is really it, Steven, one more toe out of line and your mother and I will be forced to cut our trip short to come home to deal with you.”

Steve clenches his jaw. Wishful thinking had always gotten him as a kid, thinking that if he was hurt or sick his parents would rush home to take care of him; they would, technically, but never without his father’s resentment at being forced to change his plans. It’s almost like nothing’s different, but Steve is all too aware that now he’s a legal adult, his parents coming home to deal with him would probably either mean house arrest or kicking him out. 

“Maybe that’ll be enough to motivate you to answer the phone promptly next time,” his dad says firmly, and hangs up.

So much for hearing from his mom, then. 

AFTERGLOW

Although a bit of a hit or miss, he can at least usually count on her to say something nice, maybe even sympathetic considering he broke an important bone this time. Fucking radius. 

“That sounded brutal,” Eddie says behind him. 

Everything in Steve’s body tightens at the unexpected voice—including the muscles and tendons in his wrist, making him flinch harder, which makes it hurt more, and he clutches his stupid splinted arm to his chest. Robin would’ve known not to eavesdrop on a call with his parents, but it hasn’t happened often enough lately for Eddie to have been read in on that common courtesy. 

“Great,” Steve grumbles out loud, turning to shoulder his way past and out of the room. “Least I don’t have to make up some excuse for being in a shitty mood, I guess.”

“Oh, dude, you don’t need an excuse,” Eddie replies, trailing after him at minimum safe distance. “When you have an asshole for a dad and a literal broken bone, that actually constitutes a reason.”

LOVE BITES

“Look,” Steve says, stopping short in the hallway and rounding on him, bringing his bad hand up to point for emphasis but thinking better of it and waving it around vaguely instead, “I don’t want to talk about my dad. Once a month is enough, and this counts, alright?” Vitriol bubbles up in his tone but he’s helpless to stop it, and doesn’t care enough to try. Eddie doesn’t deserve it, not really… 

But Steve doesn’t want to think about whether anyone deserves what they get right now. It’s a can of worms that, with his history as a high school douchebag, is best not opened. (Though, to be honest, some days he’s not sure it has a lid at all.)

Eddie seems to take his bad mood in stride, shrugging and stifling a yawn. “Sure thing, Stevie. 

FAWNING

For future reference though, I’ve got one of those too, so I get it. Anyway—” his face brightens and he claps both hands together “—what do you say to some breakfast? We can eat, and then by the time we’re done you can have another pill.”

“Not really in the mood for cereal or toast,” Steve grumbles, because that’s all he feels even vaguely capable of preparing right now.

“If I were a weaker man, that would wound me,” Eddie tells him with a theatrical pout, then bounds around to pass him in the hallway. “Never tried my hand in such a fancy kitchen before, but if you like eggs I can whip up a decent meal for us.” Grinning, not even waiting for Steve’s reaction, he takes the stairs two at a time. 

FANTASIES

Funnily enough, it had never occurred to Steve that Eddie could cook. Almost all of their hangouts had involved ordering pizza or raiding the nearest grocery or convenience store for snacks, and the rest—usually the occasions that involved the kids and therefore required greater volume—Steve was in charge of food. Not counting yesterday’s barbeque, because he hasn’t quite figured out grilling. At no point had Eddie volunteered, so Steve had just assumed. 

Something he feels stupid for now, watching Eddie bustle around the kitchen like he owns the place. Is it a guess when Eddie finds the frying pan on the first try, or did he scope things out the night before, or has he just been paying attention when Steve cooks? Eggs go in the pan, not by themselves but each in a whole cut into a piece of bread; he didn’t know you could do that. 

“So this is eggs a la Munson,” Eddie announces as he slides one onto each plate he’s procured and brings them to the breakfast bar where Steve is perched. 

ENDORPHINS

“Egg in a hole, eggs in a basket, whatever you want to call it… but that’s what Uncle Wayne always made me before school, before he started taking night shifts. Nice and filling so those drugs they gave you launch you to the moon at something slower than the speed of light.”

“Don’t try to make me laugh, man, it’ll hurt,” Steve grumbles. Or tries, anyway, because he has good reason to be in a bad mood and isn’t ready to let go of it yet. Right now he’s barely holding onto a grimace, though. 

Probably because there’s just something about Eddie—his sense of humor, his lopsided smile made more crooked by his demobat scars, those big doe eyes that are currently broadcasting a twinkling sincerity, something—that makes things feel just a little bit lighter. He’s a reassuring presence, like Robin is. 

“I’m, uh,” Steve says, ducking his head to keep from zoning out while looking at Eddie because that would be too much like staring. “Not sure how to eat this. ‘S it something I pick up like toast, or cut up, or…?”

PILLOW FIGHTS

Pathetically, he remembers after asking that he can’t hold a fork and a knife at the same time right now, and he’s not sure if his left hand is coordinated enough to do the job on its own. It makes his face go red and he hates this, he hates it, this forced helplessness after being basically self-sufficient since he turned twelve. 

“Let me check the yolk,” Eddie tells him, either oblivious to his humiliation or polite enough not to make it any worse. “Looks like… yep, soft but not runny, just what I was going for!” One glance up from his own plate, fork poised after testing the center of his egg, and his expression dims a little as he takes in whatever Steve’s face is doing. “Wait, are you one of those guys who only likes their eggs runny? Fuck, or scrambled, I should’ve asked—”

“I like it both ways,” Steve rushes to tell him, and… Great, now he feels like even more of an idiot. His wrist throbs and part of him just wants to take his pill early and go back to bed, but he’d barely eaten anything yesterday and he's hungry. “That’s, uh, I mean, I’m not picky… about eggs.”

Something about the whole situation seems extra charged, from the relief uncurling in his chest when Eddie smiles again to the first bite of toast and egg, the perfect combination of crispy, soft, and just a little bit greasy. 

SWEATY PALMS

Steve makes a point of smiling as he chews, worried it comes off a little wooden but he means it, goddammit—or he’s trying to, at least. 

When was the last time someone had made him breakfast? Every part of him hurts. Aches, from the broken bone to his jarred shoulder to where he’d hit his hip going down, but he has a warm, home-cooked meal that he didn’t have to make himself. That he didn’t even have to go over to the Hendersons’ to get. 

“You’re a good cook,” he manages to say around his second bite, using that as an excuse for why his voice might sound funny. Perfectly believable, as long as the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes do as they’re told and stay put. All of it is just so… overwhelming all the sudden, the slip-fall-crack and the ER and the slip-fall-crack and the shower and the slip-fall-crack and the pills and the slip-fall-crack—

“—Look at me Steve, it’s okay, just look at me,” Eddie is saying, steady but urgent, stretching across the breakfast bar to put both hands solidly on Steve’s shoulders. 

“My wrist is broken in two places,” Steve whispers. Swallows his mouthful finally and goes to scrub the stupid tears off his face because they shouldn’t be there in the first place. 

READ

Right when he thought he’d had his shit together—he hasn’t been stuck in a reliving-it loop in his head like this in months, and the fact that it’s happening over this, after all the times he’s nearly died, is ridiculous. 

Eddie is taking his hand, the one that isn’t splinted and strapped to his chest by the sling, and nodding. Against the backdrop of slip-fall-crack Steve can barely focus on the guy’s face. Doesn’t want to dredge up the moment he barely remembers from the ER, when someone had told him whether or not he needs surgery would be the octo… ortho… the bone doctor’s call, but can’t stop thinking about that rather. 

RECEIPTS

Robin hadn’t been in the curtained off little ‘room’ for that part; she’d stepped out for more water or to go to the bathroom, and he hasn’t repeated it out loud in case that might jinx it into being real. 

“Eds, I broke my wrist,” he says again. “Christ, I’m such an idiot—”

Eddie’s grip on his shoulders tightens. “It was an accident, Steve, it could’ve happened to anyone.”

Probably. That floor is a goddamn hazard. Steve is all too aware, though, that it hadn’t happened to anyone; it had happened to him. 

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Otori Eiji's Birthday (Year 1) Voicelines Translation.

-You can look at it again on the Event Log, Mini-Event section (for the other boys messages to him) and Talk section (for a one-on-one conversation with you and him) in Idol Page.

-Also the translations might not be fully accurate since I'm not that fluent on jp/en, so if i ever made a mistake do correct me🙏

<You (Player)> Eiji: To think you'd be here celebrating for my birthday, somehow it feels like a dream. Thank you. Fufu, I'm still a little bit embarrassed, can you tell? Eiji: However, I'm going to work hard from now on so that I can have your gaze all to myself so… I hope you'll keep watching over me.

<Otoya> Otoya: Happy Birthday! Whenever I hear your song, each time I've always been blown away by it. It's so amazing that it motivate me to do my best as well! Eiji: Thank you for the compliment! But likewise, I also would love to know the secret of your song that can make everyone smile.

<Masato> Masato: I wish you a Happy Birthday. By the way, I came across a new ingredient the other day and I thought I had to share it with you. Let's talk about it sometime. Eiji: Thank you so much…! I'm so happy that we can talk about cooking stuff together. I look forward to it!

<Natsuki> Natsuki: I wish you a Happy Birthday! I heard that you like flowers, right. It might be fun if we could go forest bathing* together. Eiji: That sounds lovely! Just being surrounded by flowers and plants felt so soothing, isn't it? Thank you for the invitation.

*Forest bathing or 森林浴 is a Japanese practice of ecotherapy where one spends time in a forest or natural atmosphere, focusing on sensory engagement to connect with nature. It can also simply means to immersing yourself in the atmosphere of the forest and observing nature around you.

<Tokiya> Tokiya: Happy Birthday. Performing together with you has been a great experience for me. Eiji: To think I'd hear you say that…thank you so much. Likewise, performing together with you has been a really encouragement for me too.

<Ren> Ren: Oh, it's your birthday today? Happy Birthday! I thought you might be having a hard time surrounded by all of those unique personalities of your group members but, instead you actually enjoyed and have lot of fun time with them, aren't you. Eiji: Actually, I'm the one who's always been taken care of by them. They are all my wonderful friends. And I'm sure it's also the same with ST☆RISH too.

<Syo> Syo: Today's your birthday, right? How about you take it easy for today, eat some delicious food and relax yourself. Eiji: Thank you for the birthday wish, and for the advice too. I'll try to do it as best as I can!

<Cecil> Cecil: I wish you a Happy Birthday. For you who love music, may the Muse bestow her blessing on you as well. Eiji: Thank you so much. Muse is definitely someone very important to you, isn't she? I'm happy to hear that.

<Reiji> Reiji: Happy Birthday! To you who's always kind and gentle, according to Rei-chan's fortune-telling, there will be lots of good things waiting for you☆ Eiji: Thank you so much. Now I have a feeling that something good will surely happen. I'll let you know once the result come!

<Ranmaru> Ranmaru: You're not exactly a bad idol, so be more assertive. It's your birthday now, right? Time for you to practice from today onwards. Eiji: Um, practice to be more assertive… If you don't mind, let's sing together with me! …Like this?

<Ai> Ai: Happy Birthday. Your vocal range is so good, it makes your singing voice sounds beautiful. What kind of feeling do you have when you sing? Eiji: Oh no, I actually still have a long way to go. But, I'm happy to hear your compliment. I've always been thinking about Angel whenever I sing.

<Camus> Camus: I heard it's your birthday today. We'll probably going to work together again in the future, and when we do, you can just utilize anything that you've learned from me. Eiji: Understood! Thank you so much. I will always try my best so that I can be helpful as possible.

<Eiichi> Eiichi: Eiji, Happy Birthday. Facing the same dream together, and the pleasure of walking onward together. My heart's trembling, especially on a joyous day like this. Eiji: Nii-san…thank you. I'll try to do my best as an idol. So, I'm in your care from now on.

<Kira> Kira: Happy…Birthday. Eiji's concern for me…has always been helpful. I really…appreciate it. Eiji: Fufu, thanks. Likewise, I'm also always been spoiled by Kira's kindness. So I'm glad that I was able to return the favor.

<Nagi> Nagi: Happy Birthday☆ Eiji's kind and talented, and Nagi himself even acknowledge you, so have more confidence in yourself! Eiji: Thank you…! I'm honored. Just having Nagi say that really cheered me up.

<Van> Van: Happy Birthday! In addition to being earnest and interesting guy, you're also a very cool too. Eiji-chan, you really got the best in everything, ain't ya? Eiji: Thank you. I'm a lil' bit embarrassed. …Um, can you please tell me how to play as a straight man* again sometime?

*a tsukkomi or a role from comedy duo, in which the straight man plays as a foil, in contrast to their partner who made jokes.

<Yamato> Yamato: Happy Birthday. Just when I take my eyes off of you for a second, and you already change so much. Of course I mean it in a good way. Eiji: I'm glad that I was able to move forward properly. And I'm sure that this is all because Yamato is always watching over us.

<Shion> Shion: Happy Birthday… Eiji's cloudless heart shows Amakusa a variety of possibilities… Eiji: I'm so happy to hear that, thanks. I want to always stay together with HE★VENS too, so I'm going to work even more harder, okay!

[buzzyandbadatmath]

Some quotes from some of my fics. Some are funny some are sad etc

Spider-Man mha fic where reader and Reader is Denki’s adopted sibling

• “Can I see that?” “No.” “Denki, let me see.” “No,” “Lemme seee,” “noooooo,” “Is ‘no’ the only word you can say?” “…” “yes…?”

• “Why would I stop when it’s so fun to push your buttons?” “I’ll push you off a cliff.”

• “Come on guys, it’s not weird to keep childhood toys. Besides…”“It was a gift from my mom.”“Wait, that can’t be-“ “SIKE! I bet you feel real awful now!”

• “Reminds me of how Sato’s always baking stuff, it’s a hobby but also helps out with hero work.” “Yeah, same with (Y/n)’s tech skills and their gadgets.” “I guess, but that’s a geek hobby, not as cool as break dancing.”

• “Oh yeah, he likes you.” “Liar!” “Why would I lie to you about something like that?” “Cuz it’s exactly the kind of shit you’d pull to get me to embarrass myself!”

• and at some point Reader calls Tokoyami Edgar Allen Crow

Matt Murdock x Sorcerer!reader

• “Stark has a whole database of vigilantes, calls it the ‘rainy day’ file. They also contain their identities.” “What- a whole database of vigilantes and their identities?” “Eh, it’s not that impressive, his AI did most of the work creating it.”

• “It was nice, having a heart-to-heart with a wizard wasn’t on my bucket list but.”

• “what is so hard to wrap your head around, you’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before,” “Yeah, well, immortality, as crazy as it is on its own, is a huge step down from something trying to ‘destroy the fabric of our reality.’” “And since you said our reality, you’re probably insinuating the existence of other realities which is a whole. other. ball park.”

• “We protect this world from countless inter-dimensional threats and you somehow managed to get yourself into a legal dust up with the CEO of a wine distribution company, landing you in the position where you would need a lawyer.” “Everyone needs a lawyer.” “Yeah, but you would think your problems are a little higher on the list than a corrupt business owner.”

Matt x Spider-Man!Reader

• “Batter up!” The sudden wave of familiarity hit Matt like a truck, and suddenly he was hearing your heartbeat, smelling your scent, hearing your voice… and getting kicked in the gut by your foot.

• “Hey! Let’s play a game, it’s called ‘point your weapons at the intruder.’” “Yay! You guys won.”

• “Fucking- Matt!” “Sit still.” “It feels like your-“ “It’ll go by quicker if you would just sit still.” “I don’t know, it seems like you enjoy touching my naked torso- OW!”

• “What are you doing walking around?” “I’m fine now, a little sore, but fine.” “What, you just healed overnight?” “…yeah?” “Courtesy of the radioactive spider.”

[lawlietscaramels]

self intro, interaction guidelines & dni, asks rules, REQUESTS OPEN FOR RIE, RIELIET OR CODING ONLY, masterlist, copyright and related policies

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╾ SELF INTRO

hi, welcome to my bLog! I'm lei (lay), they/them. I'm aroace and autistic. I use tone tags, specify, and speak really "!! :)" positively. I'm an artist and writer and I'm obsessed with Death Note! especially L he's so cute.

I have an OC for the fandom and if people will listen I will not shut up about her/hj . She stars in two multichapters, proLogue: 1429 and fish and seagulls and chips and murder. her tag is #desunorie (Rie of Death (Note)) and sometimes #desunorehn.

my stance on rivals to lovers vs enemies to lovers (I'm the anon) and don't take my OC Rie as a self or reader insert and on AI

╾ INTERACTION GUIDELINES

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╾ ASKS

Asks are OPEN for Rie (my OC) only. Chat or request at any time and feel free to give yourself an emoji/name and pronouns :D no NSFW asks please. but I'll do my best to answer everything I'm comfortable with!

I want my fics to be as inclusive as possible so the reader will never have distinct characteristics unless the headcanons/story revolves around or heavily features those characteristics (eg "reactions to a reader who does x hobby", "comforting reader who's insecure about y trait"). DO NOT ASK for f!reader unless the reader being female somehow changes the plot completely. Same goes for other genders/traits.

Named anons:

🌜 anon; 🍪 anon; 🍰 anon; 🎲 anon; 🗯️ anon; 🎤 anon.

are they in colour order? nooooo....

Asks and my rambles tag is #lei chats. anons are tagged #anons and #(emoji) anon. Requests don't have a specific tag.

╾ MASTERLIST

All of my writing is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or rewrite, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels 2023—2024

key:

╾ is a theory or analysis. Anything without is headcanons, x readers, and stories.

‼️ is content with potentially adult/somewhat mature/triggering themes. Specific warnings will be in posts, and in cases like Alcohol, in the title.

⏱ is for older posts in which I no longer agree with my headcanons, theories or how I write the characters. outdated opinions, you could say.

I'll organise it further later ☆

AUs:

Royal/Mediaeval AU

Introduction / L, Matsuda, Matt

Mello

Near

Cast:

tag: #lei's death note (heads up, I'll also use this tag for my AUs and how I interpret the series and characters in general)

Assorted Box of Headcanons (Task Force)

╾ ⏱ Colours (Task Force + OC)

Incorrect Quotes (Task Force)

Laugh a Little Louder

Pokémon! (Task Force + OC)

What's Your Goal? (Task Force)

Events:

Event posts are linked in the master posts for their event. The links here are to the master posts for each event.

Rebirth (#death note reborn) / closed

Death Note Ship & MCR / closed, working on answers

L:

tag: #lei's lawliet

2am

‼️Alcohol (author's pick)

Cake

Cold Pink Cheeks (author's pick)

Detective S/O

╾ “L” is his middle name

Embarrassing Moments

Hair

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

Let's Try a Massage

Little Kitten

Platypus Part I and Part II

Reader with Chronic Motor Tics

Rubbing Noses (author's pick)

Stupid

That's My Voice!

To Hold Your Hand

Trickshots

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

╾‼️⏱ Yandere

You're Pretty (author's pick)

Light:

2am

Thrifting

To Hold Your Hand

⏱ Watch Over Me (author's pick)

Misa:

2am

Happy Birthday

Little Kitten

╾ ⏱ (kinda) Misa's Character Had So Much Potential

To Hold Your Hand

Matsuda:

Matsuda does interviews! find them under #matsuda interview special or in this list marked with a ⁀➷

Lei's L and Matsu Thoughts

What is My Worth? (author's pick - MATSUDA SONG FOR DN MUSICAL!!)

⁀➷What's Your Goal?

Naomi

Martial Arts

Near:

Embarrassing Moments

Reaction to Trans Male Reader

Reader with Tics

Mello:

Embarrassing Moments

Reaction to Trans Male Reader

Reader with Tics

Matt:

Embarrassing Moments

Headcanons

Beyond Birthday:

Embarrassing Moments

Eyes

‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

A:

‼️of α and β (author's pick) / also on ao3

Rie (OC):

Rie is my original character and though she has been inserted into Ohba Tsugumi's Death Note universe, her design, character, and non canon related storyline are all my own original work. Do not steal her design, claim her as your own, or use her for “inspiration” — it's flattering but it often ends up a copy. However, sfw fanart and story cameos of her are always appreciated! character ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024.

tag: #desunorie

Aliases

⏱⏱ First Draft

Interview

⏱ Introduction

Real Name

Terrible & Terrifying

Thoughts (Rie & Light)

Extra (small) stuff on @dailyreine 🩷

my writing tag is #lei writes. Comment or DM to be added to a taglist (character/s, headcanon format, anything).

╾ ART

All of my art is my own original work. Do not repost (reblogs are fine, no posting on other sites without explicit permission), claim as your own work, edit or trace, copy, use for ai, “fix,” or use unethically. All the below works are ©lawlietscaramels , ©dailyreine , ©riexliet 2023—2024

surprise! bonus section! I also do art (mostly of Rie but maybe I'll do canon characters, you can send requests for art too but they'll take longer). Without anything in ()s, it's just Rie. tag is #lei draws.

A + B

assorted sketches (L, B + Rie)

badges (Main Trio + Rie)

just an eye

hands trend

m&ms (Wammy's kids, edit, not my art)

‼️ mcr (L + Rie - BLOOD)

scarf in the snow (L + Rie)

valentines (L + Rie, bonus Mello and Matt)

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

I'll organise further sometime in the future :)

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VOICE DRAMA　fetish

Tsuduri: Hello, admin. Ai: Hello. Tsuduri. Tsuduri: Well, do you mind if I introduce myself? Ai: That would be very helpful.　 Tsuduri: Okay, so… as you probably know, I'm Tsuduri. I was a normal student before I came here. My hobby is…I'm embarrassed to say…writing something? Ai: Wow, that's a nice hobby to go with your name. What exactly did you write about? Tsuduri: Hmm, thanks for the compliment. Yes, I wrote all kinds of things. Mostly fantasy stories, but I was once asked to write a script for a play at a school festival. Ai: That must have been a pretty big role. Tsuduri: Well, yeah. I don't like standing out, but I don't mind helping people. I can't say no. Ai: If you're good with people, they'll take advantage of you. Tsuduri: Hmmm…I see. You're right. But that's the only way I could establish my identity. Ai: I don't think there is anyone here who would take advantage of you right now. You'd better learn to say no if you ever get out of here. That said, I think it's good to be nice. Tsuduri: If I ever get out of here, well…I'll think about it then. Thanks for the advice. You sound a little like Jun. Ai: I wonder if that's true. Tsuduri: That's right. I get the same thing a lot. Ai: Maybe it's because it's true. I don't know anything about you yet, so I don't want to make assumptions. Tsuduri: I'm glad to hear that. I don't like it when people make assumptions about me. Ai: I will judge you properly, so don't worry about that. Tsuduri: …Humph

Ai: What kind of work did you write yourself? You said it was fantasy. Tsuduri: Ha-ha-ha…let's see. I was just trying to make it sound like fantasy, but it's not really fantasy, it's more of a personal novel. Ai: A personal novel? Tsuduri: Yes. It's my mental image wrapped in an ideal. Ai: May I ask what it's about? Tsuduri: I thought if you looked me up, you'd know. But okay… it's embarrassing. There's a character based on a friend I liked, and my dear family is the main character. It's a common story, but it's about stopping the destruction of the world. I'm also a member of the heroic party. Maybe I wanted to live in a world where there are only people I like. Ai: It's a common story, but it sounds like a normal and interesting one. Tsuduri: I'm not writing it anymore, though. Ai: Why is that? Tsuduri: Because I got sick of it. I thought it was stupid. Ai: Well…I'm sorry to hear that. Tsuduri: No, I don't really care right now. If it gets hard, you should try writing something, too. It might be a way out. Ai: Well…that might be a good idea.

Ai: The previous three didn't introduce themselves properly…so I'm glad you introduced yourself in a reasonable way. Tsuduri: Hmmm, you're probably right. Tsugu is shy and seems to be trying to see how they look, and Jun is like a hedgehog. I think Kizuna is just pretending to be weird. Ai: Wow, you know everyone so well. Tsuduri: Yeah, I think I'm the one who talks to everyone the most. Ai: I'm curious about everyone else, but for now, let's talk about you. How's life here? Tsuduri: Well…it's not interesting, but I'm not in any trouble. I'm rather happy to be here.

Ai: Why is that? Usually, a strange place is scary, isn't it? Tsuduri: A strange place, you mean. For me, I feel safe here. It feels like a place I know, and I'm happy to be here. Ai: You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but… was the place you used to be uncomfortable for you? Tsuduri: Hmmm. It's not like that. I think I was blessed. I had friends, and to be honest, I think we were well-off. What do you mean, chronic nihilism? Ai: So you don't have that nihilism here? Tsuduri: That's different, I guess. It's hard to put it into words, but I was not able to do what I wanted to do. I guess I feel like I might get a chance to start over. Ai: What did you want to do? Tsuduri: …It's not a big deal. See, you told me earlier that being there for others is a good thing, but too much can be taken advantage of. So I thought I'd start over. I've been used so much and had only frivolous relationships, so…let's do what I want to do for myself! Like that? Ai: I think that's a good thing. Shall I provide you with a little reward? Tsuduri: Really? You shouldn't work too hard, administrator. Ai: Yeah.

Ai: So far I don't see you as someone who would commit any crime…you seem like a normal person. Tsuduri: I wish you would stop using the word “normal,” but yes, I do. I don't think I've done anything wrong myself. Ai: Tell me a little more about yourself. Well…I'd like to know more about your values and what you value. Tsuduri: I…I want to find the truth. Ai: ''True''? Tsuduri: I've been flustered. I don't really know what I am either…I'm reasonably well off, and I have lots of people I can talk to. But there's this feeling that somehow I'm not there. Ai: That's your sense of emptiness… Tsuduri: I guess I'm looking for a place to belong, I guess. There was a place where I thought I belonged. One day, I realized. I was the only one who cared that much, but the reality was that it was possible without me there. You know what? Maybe it's better to stop thinking about things in my head. Ai: I think I heard something similar… Tsuduri: I think it's about Kizuna. I think what she doesn't think about is, don't try to control it with reason… when you think about things in your head, you know? When you think, you remember things you don't want to remember, or you realize truths you don't want to realize. I think I would be happier if I didn't think about anything…I just couldn't do it.

Ai: If you could get out of here, what would you do? Tsuduri: I would like to fulfill my purpose. Maybe travel. To find my own special something… I was so close to finding it, but it got in the way. Ai: What would your special be? Tsuduri: It's hard to put into good words. Ai: Still, I'd like to hear it. Tsuduri: …… It is something that is unique to me, something that saves me. No one else has it. Something that no one else can take from me. Maybe it's possessiveness. But something that makes me feel like this is where I belong. That's what I want to find, that's what I want to be. Ai: Yes. I hope your dream comes true.

[bell tolling]

Tsuduri: Wow, you scared me. Ai: I think this time is over. Tsuduri: I'm sorry we didn't have a proper talk. Ai: No, I'm glad I got to know your worldview a little better. Tsuduri: I guess so. I don't mind talking about myself, so it was fun for me too. Ai: Still, I still can't believe you committed some crime… Tsuduri: … Ai: Tsuduri? Tsuduri: Could I be subject to punishment for speaking out of turn here and now? Ai: What? Tsuduri: Well, still, I think it's worth telling. Hey, Ai. Well, maybe not exactly Ai, but…maybe my crime didn't hurt or cause anyone to suffer in the normal sense of the word. At least, as far as I know, it didn't happen. Ai: Wait, wait? So you're saying you really didn't do anything? Tsuduri: Yeah. This place is strange. It's not that this place is strange, it's that this place is always unstable and strange. I should not be called here, and surely there are other characters like that. I don't know who created this place, but you yourself should be wary. Ai: Maybe you are just making it up. Tsuduri: If you think so, that's fine. But think about it. I don't care what my verdict is. I'll just do my part. I'll be looking forward to it.

[aihoshiino]

what's your #1 chapter/moment? by character if you're up to writing another essay

"if you're up to writing another essay". you guys know me so well <3

For the sake of not taking like 8 weeks to answer this ask, I'll limit this to just the Hoshinos for now.

Ai: So, my actual fave Ai moment is not from the manga itself so I'll pick my fave manga moment then talk about my actual fave moment. It's fine, she's my favourite so she gets preferential treatment!!!! (saitou behaviour……)

From the manga itself, my favourite Ai moment is her death, believe it or not lol. I'm one of the Oshi no Sickos who think her arc being capped by her death is narratively speaking the perfect conclusion to everything we learn about her life – the entertainment industry ruined every opportunity Ai ever had at a normal life up to and having that conclude with Ai's literal, actual life being taken by an embodiment of the misogyny and violence that's been inflicted on her since she was a child is such a miserable, cathartic bit of tragedy. But moreso than that, what resonates with me so strongly about this moment is how Ai responds to it - or rather, how she fails to respond.

Even though it would make so much sense for her to be bitter or angry or upset, she makes an active choice to spend her last moments alive pouring out love and literally spends her last breaths on telling Ruby and Aqua she loves them. It says so, so much about what a deeply kind and incredibly strong person Ai is that she was able to do that.

My actual favourite Ai moment is her conversation with Kyun in Viewpoint B and the reveal that their meeting in the park was so impactful to Ai that it lead her to consider Kyun her closest friend for years afterwards. Like her death, the way Ai goes out of her way to approach Kyun and try to reach out to her speaks so deeply so her kindness and her desire to connect with other people and there's a little part of me that always wonders if maybe if this fleeing friendship had come to pass for real, Ai might have been saved. At the very least, there's something bitterly sweet about knowing that for as alone as Ai was in B-Komachi, she had someone she called a friend even so.

Aqua: Honestly, I love so many Aqua moments, it's hard to pick just one but I will never be over the Piyeon ruse. Aqua was so put out by the girl he has a crush on not talking to him that he dressed as a bodybuilding chicken with a squeaky voice for a week. Literally the most teenage thing any teenager in this series has done. Embarrassing ass kid.

My actual serious answer is Aqua's breakdown during Tokyo Blade - specifically, the 'internal' scenes where he's confronted by both Goro and his younger self. These are so, so important for getting at the core of who Aqua really is and they're honestly bone-chilling to read. Seeing Goro as this malicious, intrusive force who is preventing Aqua from being happy, seeing the words he batters Aqua with and realizing that this is the kind of shit Aqua probably thinks about himself every day honestly kind of turns my stomach a bit! It's clear before this that Aqua struggles with self-hate and self-blame but seeing the sheer extent of it is so horrible.

That this confrontation essentially climaxes in the hallway where Ai died, with Aqua face to face with his younger self, also underlines something that's really fundamental to understanding who Aqua is; at his core, Aqua has never stopped being that little boy covered in his mother's blood. He has, emotionally speaking, never been able to leave that hallway and until he allows himself to do so, he's going to continue self destructing and taking everyone down with him.

It's honestly the scene I'm most excited to see animated... season 2 can't come soon enough!!!

Ruby: Without a doubt it has to be her and Ai's dance practice scene back in volume 1, but especially in the anime's portrayal of it. I think OnK's handling of the past life stuff is at its best in moments like this, where it actually meaningfully engages with what it would mean for someone to carry such deep trauma from their past and how it would continue to affect them going forward. We get little hints of this leading up to it, like Ruby outright saying she's never thought about her future (implicitly because she was aware she would not have one as Sarina) and the way she so enthusiastically gives her all to playing and having fun with other kids at school - because those are things that she never got to do as Sarina. But her dance scene and her thoughts leading up to it really hammer in just how deeply this has affected Ruby - she spends almost three years living with the expectation that at any moment, her body will betray and hurt her for seemingly no reason to the point that it affects how she walks and carries herself moment to moment.

This is also a really good Ai moment for her as a moment and it also highlights something really special about Ai and Ruby's relationship I feel we don't get as much post-timeskip; how genuinely healing and wonderful their connection was for both of them. I've talked before about the running motif of toxic motherhood on Oshi no Ko and how Ai, as a character, is sort of a refutation of the other shitty oshi no moms in the series. Knowing that both Ai and Ruby are victims of toxic mothers, it makes it so deeply, incredibly powerful that these two victims find healing and acceptance in each other and the genuinely loving and supportive mother/daughter bond they have with each other.

The anime's version of this scene is also just easily one of its biggest highlights for me. The gorgeous colours, the overlapping of Sarina and Ruby's voices and the palpable affection Ruby and Ai have for each other... it's just so lovely and it makes me a little teary-eyed every time I watch it. The transformation of Sarina's sorrow into Ruby's joy and empowerment is such an important foundational part of Ruby's arc in the first part of the series and I'm so glad the anime really got it right.

[tyrianluda]

(Context: This is part of the Narrator essay I'm writing but I think this section was broad to taken outside of the essay. Take this as a little PSA)

(A Short Word about Boundaries and Parasocial Relationships: This is a Serious Section; FINISHED)

(Also a quick note: If you see a post or person that does something similar to what I'm writing about, please do not harass them. Especially when it's people having parasocial relationships. They just need to be careful to not have a unhealthy attachment over people since it hurts them mentally in the long-term. I chose to not name anyone or use specific pronouns for the sake of anonymity; not for any malicious attempt.)

For people in the fandom who are wondering, I have unfortunately seen people border on the line of sexualizing the Narrator’s VA, Kevan Brighting. More specifically, disregards his boundaries for how he wants his voice to be used and not used; especially in context to…not safe for work uses of his voice. I want to say this now before this escalates into people genuinely crossing this line and I feel like it’s a good reminder. We should care about making Kevan Brighting as comfortable as possible when engaging in the fandom, as he now knows what we say about him. As funny as his “sexiest man in Britain” tweet was, he knows. We should care because he does connect himself quite often in fan-made and Stanley Parable-inspired projects. He has always absorbed himself in the fanbase when he didn’t absolutely need to since the original game came out, and it’s best to have him stay comfortable doing this. Since his level of involvement in the fandom is not very common, to begin with, it’s not wise to give him a reason to stop. Also, more generally because it’s not okay at all to disregard anyone’s expressed boundaries and it shouldn’t be a normal thing to do. Actually, in this case, it’s really creepy and disrespectful and did I mention creepy?

For context, a Tumblr user by the name of @/shinakazami1 contacted Brighting to ask for his thoughts on his voice being used for AI. This was his response;

“...Regarding AI - I hate everything about it. The idea that someone could use my voice for something I don’t agree with is abhorrent. A voice artist must have artistic control over the work he/she does…” - Excerpt of his response

Tumblr Post; for Context: https://www.tumblr.com/vega-482/711812424798535680/kevan-brightings-opinion-on-voice-ai?source=share

You must be wondering about the connection between AI and the sexualization of the voice actor. See, the reason the user contacted Brighting, to begin with, was because another person on a Stanley Parable Discord server posted an NSFW audio of the Narrator. Using the AI of Brighting’s voice to do so. Pain. Agony, if you will.

There are a lot of ethical issues behind this action. Aside from the reason Brighting stated directly, this could also affect him financially; as he is a voice actor and general voiceover artist. AI audios of his voice would certainly impede his career. As an artist, this is a genuine thing he would probably worry about; and rightfully so. In the case of NSFW audio, this may also overstep a potential boundary he may have. Especially when it is NSFW without his permission. Even if he had no issue over NSFW audios particularly, he would have an issue about being in audio where he didn’t even get the chance to accept/deny. Even if you’re embarrassed, just ask him about his boundaries. Like, he should at least have a choice to say ‘no, fuck off’ and take requests on his own terms. Hopefully for obvious reasons. …but people kinda suck.

Unfortunately, it’s not just that one Discord user. Bro, I’m at my limit. I’m gonna have to talk about TikTok. God damnit. I said TikTok was its own beast about the Narrator for a reason. TikTok as well as Instagram, are mostly known in fandom spaces for containing edits of whatever character in whatever media. There’s a lot of work and effort that is put into making edits, and many are rewarded by people barking in the comment sections. As someone who has seen edits from different fandoms for about three to four years, I respect many editors and I understand why some would edit certain characters. Of course there are going to be edits of the Narrator; especially if you include Sad-ist’s Clock 0ut animations that are inspired by the Stanley Parable. It’s a hot old guy with a hot voice; I’m not exactly shocked by that in itself. By extension, of course some of those edits are suggestive or lean into NSFW territory. It’s understandable and it can be fine to make those edits if it doesn’t impede on real people’s boundaries or if the involved people openly say ‘It’s good, bro’. Now here’s where the problems start. 

At least a few TikTok edits have used AI of Brighting’s voice for parts that have NSFW. Whether it’s having the AI say NSFW things, having it be implied or even having it whimper, the main gist is that his voice is used for NSFW; despite the voice actor not directly consenting to a part of it. I’m so done with you people. Many potential problems would occur because of the decision of doing such. I already brought up how Brighting’s career of voicework could be affected financially by the use of AI but there’s another potential issue. It could probably also affect him socially and his involvement in future projects. The fact that these edits featuring AI don’t get that popular, is kind of a miracle. If those edits ever went outside of the fandom and into a more professional setting, it would be unnecessarily difficult for him to explain that he wasn’t even a part of those edits. I say ‘unnecessarily’ because you don’t even need AI to hear him in that context. 

You could’ve used a scene from one of his audiobooks. They work for their intended purpose and you don’t even have to buy the books. I understand not doing some things because of money problems but… NSFW audios aren’t a necessity and the audiobooks are free! If it’s because of convenience, then how is AI any more convenient? It’s not hard to find the audiobooks at all! Some of the audio files are on Tumblr for fuck’s sake. There’s no logical sense of why the decision of using AI is okay because it’s not okay. It is very disrespectful to disregard his boundaries and if I really wanted to go there, this borders on harassment. It’s not difficult to respect open boundaries that are openly stated with absolutely no ambiguity. Look, at least for the audiobooks, Brighting did them willingly. You did not need AI; you really didn’t. 

Some people even go as far as to say his tweet about him being the sexiest man in Britain was indicative that he’s fine with the sexualization of the Narrator and by extension, NSFW edits featuring AI. Well, that’s a fucking reach if I ever saw one. Even though the sexualization of the Narrator wasn’t even the issue stated, Brighting responded in an email stating how much he hated AI. The AI is the issue; not the Narrator simping. Kevan Brighting can think the sexualization of the Narrator is funny because the Narrator isn’t real. But Brighting is real. He’s a living, breathing, voice-acting guy with boundaries. You couldn’t be bothered to have the NSFW audios be from the audiobooks he agreed to be a part of and consented to do? If you could put enough effort into making a TikTok edit, you could put enough effort into not being a smooth brain. You don’t need a fictional character’s consent, but you do need consent from real-life people who are affected if you don’t respect their consent. If you can’t understand the difference between a fictional character and a real person to where it affects real people in reality, you shouldn’t be trusted to post anything of that nature.

It’s one thing to not know and later to apologize for your mistake. But, it’s another thing to hear his response that he doesn’t like AI of his voice period…like at all and it’s just…one ear and out the other. The people who make these edits with AI did not understand why he said this and should have apologized or deleted them after being disclosed of his boundaries. It won’t kill you to have basic courtesy. I assume most people don’t know of his thoughts on AI before making the edits because if they knew already, it would make the situation so much worse. Still, it’s worth an apology. (See Also: Hanlon's razor)

(Parasocial Relationship Part)

AI is not the only issue since TikTok also blurs the line when talking about the Narrator and Kevan Brighting in some unrelated cases. Some people forget that Brighting is a real guy and they think of him as like a fictional character.  

I saw a TikTok post that wondered why Brighting was wearing women’s frames for his glasses in one image and half the comments were like ‘bully him’. First of all, I don’t care about what kind of glasses he’s wearing so the post already feels a bit weird to me but outside of that. If these are jokes and I hope these are jokes, they are jokes that you would make for a fictional character. Similar to “I wanna stick this fictional character in a blender”; but that’s obviously a joke because the character can’t actually get hurt. There’s no tangible effect if you shoved a fictional character in a blender. Except these are jokes about a real person; not a fictional character. There would be a tangible effect if someone were to actually bully Brighting for wearing women’s frames. Which is also stupid because even if he did wear mainly women’s frames, why does it matter? Is that really something that would make you feel less about a person? Hopefully not, because it really doesn't matter and I can't think of a way where it would. Also men can wear women’s frames as long as the frame size is right for his proportions, and most frames are labeled as ‘unisex’ so it matters even less. Imagining genuinely having the want to bully an older guy because he doesn't present himself in a completely masculine way, despite him wearing different frames in every other photo and not even wearing glasses in some. This is why I’m dead set on these being jokes because if they aren’t, as a gender-non-conforming person, I would be so mad. This is a weird thing to fixate on because glasses frames are unisex; so not even people who are weird about gender roles give a shit. Even my 70+ year old grandpa didn’t care when I was trying out new glasses. It really doesn’t fucking matter. Though on the plus side, the other half of the comments were like ‘Leave him alone. He just wants to and he can do what he wants”. Though there were a few people that called him ‘girly pop’ in Brighting’s defense, I'll get to that. It does show how easy it is for people on TikTok to think of reality similar to fiction; which makes some users say stupid shit about the real person. 

Some people are also way too comfortable when talking about Brighting, thinking of him as a best friend or an ‘icon’. That one person who called Brighting “girly pop” is a good example of how comfortable people can get when talking about him, despite not even sharing the same air as him. Like I see people respond to his tweets with “bestie” and “I love you”. It could be just me but it takes years for me to be best friends with someone and to tell them “I love you” is even longer. So the words and phrases I associate with long-lasting friendships are being used for someone who hasn’t even talked to you. If that isn’t parasocial, I don’t know what is. In one case I particularly remember, I saw a TikTok of someone thinking about Brighting as like an adoptive father figure. Basically wanting Brighting to adopt them. Which…I'm not gonna completely disregard the entire idea. I understand the want for a respectable father figure in your life; hell, the relationship with my dad is nonexistent. I can see how people think of him in a parental way and in most other positive ways. However, I worry for the people who attach themselves to Brighting in this one-sided way if they aren't careful. Especially if they perceive him as such a personal figure, like a best friend or family member. Because when you perceive someone in this regard, you're going to feel the same emotions that you would with actual friends or family members. This goes for positive  emotions, and unfortunately, this also goes for negative emotions. And don’t even get me started on perceiving him romantically or… suggestively because those emotions are even stronger. I’ve even seen people on TikTok openly say they’re “simps” for Kevan Brighting; the real guy that can easily see your comment and understand what you’re talking about by looking it up. 

The emotions towards the person are increased to such a strong and personal level, simply put. So when he disappoints you or does what you perceive as disappointing, it’s going to be more difficult to brush it off than if you thought of him as just a guy. As someone who had parasocial relationships like that at a young age, it’s very difficult to get over it and it’s even more difficult to recognize that you’re doing it. So the one thing I just need to say that you have to know is the famous person of your attachment  doesn't know you exist. Kevan Brighting is not your friend. That’s not his fault and that’s not your fault. He’s just not reasonably going to know every person that knows him, and he’s probably not gonna be on-board with every person’s perception of him. If I was in his position, I would not feel comfortable being regarded as a parental figure or a best friend by people that I don’t even know. But I’m saying this to myself as much as I’m saying this to other people because I make this mistake as well. I get too comfortable talking about people I know nothing about. I’m not innocent in this regard. I get too fixated over real life people sometimes. Despite me knowing about Brighting’s career in voicework and broadcasting, I really don’t know him personally. I don’t know his age, his height, his favorite fucking color and I certainly don’t know how he is as a person. I can make guesses but they are just guesses. Just because I have the opportunity to acknowledge him doesn’t mean he has the opportunity to acknowledge me, and that’s fine.

It’s fine to talk about how talented his voice acting is, or even how attractive/hot his voice is. Because he’s indeed talented and his voice does sound very attractive. But there’s gotta be a limit. I also understand thinking positively about him because he seems like a genuinely friendly and down-to-earth person. But notice how I said ‘seem’? That’s because, to reiterate, I don’t know him personally. He could be eating souls and I would be none the wiser (THAT IS A JOKE). Kevan Brighting is a real-life person with thoughts and feelings and his bounds should be respected. Don’t be like the people I just talked about. He’s talented as hell in voice acting, and that is enough for the community to talk about. It definitely was for me; like look at my “Narrator’s Voice” section again. Straight up 10 pages. Hell, I’m planning on writing something else about his other performances because his voice is just…too good. Yeah, that’s right! I’M NOT DONE!

(We Are Experiencing Some Technical Difficulties)

TL;DR: Don't be weird over real people