#I don't want to deal with anything anymore

[xjulixred45x]

Imagine an adult Yuu who arrived at Twisted Wonderland PREGNANT.

This could be considered part of the Yuu! Parent variables (?). Perhaps the poor woman was returning from an early ultrasound (at 2 or 3 months old) when the black carriage hit her, scaring her to death upon her appearance in TWST. She must have thought she was about to be sacrificed to a cult.

I can definitely imagine the Squad characters being much more understanding/soft of this Yuu, especially Ace and Deuce. Ace wouldn't be so malicious at the beginning of the game (I'd like to believe that not even he would be capable of laughing in the face of a pregnant woman), and instead feels obvious guilt because Crowley has entrusted her with a mediocre job.

Deuce, my sweet boy, will set off all his alarm bells. He's the most outraged that the headmaster is forcing a pregnant woman to work ALONE, and if his dorm leader hadn't been so strict in the beginning, he definitely wouldn't let Yuu sleep in a dorm that's falling apart. Has Crowley gone crazy? Does he have no shred of decency?!

Grim probably thought at first that Yuu had eaten her baby, haha, and had to receive the wonderful "birds and the bees" lecture (much to Ace's amusement at Grim's horrified reactions). Let's just say Grim now insists on standing sentry in case Yuu decides to do anything too "dangerous for the baby" (humans are fragile even with magic; he has to take care of his minion!).

Jack, bless him, also tries to help make the ramshackle dorm safer alongside Epel, whether by removing the most rotten parts of the structure, helping clean, assisting with Yuu's errands, etc. Especially when she starts showing more of her bump.

GOD, IMAGINE THE DORM LEADERS!

Riddle was probably the only one who didn't realize Yuu was pregnant until the events of the Savanaclaw episode. And when he found out he almost seriously hurt a PREGNANT WOMAN? Trey and Cater practically had to keep him from banging his head against a wall for half an hour out of embarrassment and shame. He also drafted a LONG apology for Yuu, which was delivered with a giant strawberry cake (and one of those exaggerated bows I KNOW Riddle would do).

Thanks to his mom (for once in his life), Riddle is the most knowledgeable about useful pregnancy stuff! Whenever Yuu goes to Heartslabyul, she has access to calcium- and iron-rich meals (prepared by Trey), and teas that boost her immune system and combat morning sickness. Riddle is careful not to give her things like black tea or rosemary tea, knowing they could have negative effects (if it were up to Riddle, Yuu probably wouldn't walk unaided).

Leona is much more respectful to a female Yuu, we know that, but I don't think he has the energy to be rude, or be especially , well, Leona, to a PREGNANT woman. This ends up bringing out a side of Leona no one thought existed: an almost delicate side. Sure, he's still lazy and sarcastic, but he doesn't say no to Yuu when she asks for help with something, whether it's bringing something to her dorm or dealing with a difficult situation. he dosent even COMPLAIN. what did he do to the real Leona??

We all know Crowley doesn't give Yuu and Grim enough money to live comfortably, let alone considering they could soon have a new member on ramshakle. Yuu is now surprised to find extra money in the dorm after certain visits. Not that he'll admit it, but it makes everyone feel more at ease.

Again, I want to believe Azul wouldn't be capable of leaving a pregnant woman homeless, at the very least he offered her a place to stay in Octavinelle. It turns out the twins (especially Floyd) quickly took a liking to Yuu.

A cute scenario I came up with, when Yuu already has a prominent baby bump, is that she tries to joke with the Leechs that the nickname "shrimpy" doesn't suit her anymore, and that maybe they should change it to "whaley."

AND FLOYD IS LIKE, "Why are you saying that, Koebi-chan? :( Is someone calling you that? Come on, tell me :)"

I think the Octavinelle folks genuinely don't know how human pregnancy works, so they're surprisingly gentle and caring with Yuu (even when the baby is born, I can see Monster Lounge having a kids' menu for them).

Kalim, my god, Jamil is going to have to stop him from giving Yuu a completely equipped nursery for both her and the baby. Ironically, the one who's the most normal about pregnancy (the guy has 30 younger siblings, so he KNOWS about these things) and genuinely knows some home tricks that helped his mother when she was pregnant.

offers to organize a baby shower/gender reveal party! The bad thing is that it ends up being a whole festival with all of Scarabia participating. But hey, it's the thought that counts.

There's no way Yuu, who's already 6-7 months along, will wear the school uniform simply for comfort, so if you need help finding comfortable AND cute clothes, Vil will gladly help! Obviously, he's not as strict or harsh with Yuu due to the circumstances, but he still wants the best for her. Who knows, maybe they can pick out some clothes for the baby in advance.

Idia is afraid to get close to Yuu, not only because of social anxiety, but because of the thought that he might "ruin" the baby in some way. He needs a lot of support from Ortho and Yuu to even allow himself to have normal physical contact with Yuu, and just as he does, the baby kicks. Idia's heart is gone (everyone wants to feel the kicks now, especially Ace, Floyd, and Malleus).

They probably use some STYX or Ortho equipment for some of the baby checks, and he even gives an approximate due date, which feels bittersweet. Even if everyone does their best, Yuu still hoped to have his baby at home, but he doesn't complain when the boys do all this for them. It feels like Home.

Malleus is another who doesn't fully understand human pregnancy and is incredibly intrigued. It doesn't help that Lilia's answers to his questions are even more confusing, so he ends up going straight to the source of his intrigue, Yuu. Malleus is completely mesmerized the first time he hears the baby's heartbeat, completely fascinated by what human life is like compared to fairies/dragons.

That said, he proceeds to "scold" the baby when it kicks Yuu for "hurting its mother," not quite understanding the concept, but he has the spirit. Malleus is very scared of the idea of childbirth once he's educated on it (WHERE will the baby come out? HOW!?) and will probably try to improve his healing magic SOLELY because of that.

All I can say is that if the baby is born in Twisted Wonderland, they'll have a wide array of adoptive siblings, father figures, babysitters, and weird and eccentric uncles who will take very good care of them and its mother. So you can rest easy.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Imagínate una Yuu adulta que llego a Twisted Wonderland estando EMBARAZADA

Esto podría considerarse parte de las variables de Yuu! Parent(?)Talvez la pobre mujer estaba regresando de un ultrasonido de los primeros meses (2 o 3 meses) cuando el carruaje negro le paso por encima, dándole un susto de muerte cuando apareció en TWST. La pobre mujer debio pensar que estaba a punto de ser sacrificada a un culto.

Definitivamente puedo ver a los personajes del Squad mucho mas suaves con esta Yuu, especialmente Ace y Deuce. Ace no sería tan malicioso al principio del juego (digo, quiero creer que incluso el no seria capaz de reírse en la cara de una mujer embarazada) y más bien siente una obvia lastima de que Crowley le haya metido en un trabajo mediocre.

Deuce, mi dulce niño, le disparan todas las alarmas. Es el más obviamente indignado de que el director haga trabajar a una mujer embarazada SOLA, y definitivamente si su líder de dormitorio no fuera tan estricto al principio, no dejaría que Yuu durmiera en un dormitorio que se cae a pedazos ¿¡que acaso Crowley perdió la cabeza, no tiene el mínimo de decencia?!

Grim probablemente al principio pensó que Yuu se había comido a su bebe lol, y le tuvieron que dar la maravillosa charla de las “aves y las abejas” (para diversión de Ace por las reacciones horrorizadas de Grim). Solo digamos que ahora Grim insiste en actuar como centinela en caso de que Yuu se le ocurra hacer algo demasiado “peligroso para él bebe” (los humanos son frágiles aun si magia ¡tiene que cuidar a su secuaz!).

Jack, bendito sea, también trata de ayudar en hacer el dormitorio destartalado mas seguro junto a Epel, ya sea quitando las partes mas podridas de la estructura, ayudando a limpiar, ayudar con los mandados de Yuu, etc. Especialmente cuando empieza a mostrar mas la panza de embarazada.

DIOS, IMAGINENSE LOS LIDERES DE DORMITORIO.

Riddle probablemente fue el único que no llego a darse cuenta que Yuu estaba embarazada hasta los eventos del capítulo de Savanaclaw ¿y cuando se enteró que casi lastimo gravemente a una MUJER EMBARAZADA? Trey y Cater tuvieron que físicamente detenerlo de que se golpeara la cabeza contra la pared por media hora por la vergüenza, también redacto un documento LARGUISIMO de disculpa a Yuu, que fue entregado con una gran tarta de fresa (y una de esas reverencias exageradas que SE que Riddle haría).

¡Gracias a su madre (por una vez en la vida), Riddle es el que sabe más de cosas útiles para el embarazo! Cada vez que Yuu va Heartslabyul, tienen acceso a comidas nutritivas en calcio y hierro (hechas por Trey), Tés beneficiosos para el sistema inmune y para combatir las náuseas matutinas, aparte de que Riddle es cuidadoso de no dar cosas como Te negro o romero, sabiendo que podrían tener malos efectos (si fuera por Riddle, Yuu probablemente no caminaría sin ayuda).

Leona es bastante más respetuoso con una Yuu mujer, eso lo sabemos, pero no creo que tenga la energía para ser grosero o especialmente, bueno, Leona, con una mujer EMBARAZADA. Esto termina sacando un lado que nadie creía que existía de Leona, un lado casi delicado. Claro, sigue siendo perezoso y sarcástico, pero no le dice que no a Yuu cuando le pide ayuda en algo, ya sea llevar algo a su dormitorio o con una situación difícil.

Todos sabemos que Crowley no da ni de lejos el dinero suficiente para que Yuu y Grim vivan bien, mucho menos pensando que PODRIAN TENER UN NUEVO INTEGRANTE PRONTO, por lo que Yuu ahora se sorprende después de ciertas visitas, aparece algo de dinero extra en el dormitorio. No es como que lo vaya a admitir, pero todos están más tranquilos de esa forma.

De nuevo, quiero creer que Azul no sería capaz de dejar sin hogar a una mujer embarazada, aunque sea le ofrecería una estancia en Octaville, ya que, además, resulta que los gemelos (especialmente Floyd) se encariñaron con Yuu muy rápido.

Un escenario lindo que se me ocurrió, ya cuando Yuu tiene una panza de embarazada prominente, es que ella trata de bromear con los Leech de que el apodo “camarón” ya no le queda bien, y que a lo mejor tendrían que cambiarlo a “ballena”

Y FLOYD ESTA COMO “¿Por qué dices eso Koebi-chan?  ¿alguien te está diciendo asi? Vaaaamos, dímelo ”

Creo que genuinamente los de Octaville no saben muy bien cómo funciona el embarazo terrestre, por lo que son sorprendentemente gentiles y cuidadosos con Yuu (incluso cuando nace el bebe, puedo ver el Monstre Louge teniendo un menú infantil para ellos).

Kalim, dios mio, Jamil tendrá que detenerlo de regalarle a Yuu absolutamente toda una guardería completamente equipada tanto para ella como para el bebe. Irónicamente el que es el mas normal al respecto del embarazo (el man tiene 30 hermanos menores, el SABE de estas cosas) y genuinamente sabe algunos trucos caseros que le sirvieron a su madre cuando ella estaba embarazada.

¡ofrece organizar un baby shower/ fiesta de revelación de genero! Lo malo es que termina siendo todo un festival en el que participa todo Scarabia. Pero hey, la intención es lo que cuenta.

No hay forma en la que estando ya en los 6-7 meses Yuu use el uniforme de la escuela por simple cuestión de comodidad, por lo que si necesitan ayuda en encontrar ropa cómoda Y bonita ¡Vil le ayudara con gusto! Obviamente no es tan estricto ni duro con Yuu debido a las circunstancias, pero sigue queriendo lo mejor para ella. Quien sabe, talvez puedan elegir algo de ropa para él bebe de adelantado.

Idia tiene miedo de acercarse a Yuu, no solo por la ansiedad social, sino por la idea de que podría “arruinar” al bebe de alguna forma. Necesita mucho apoyo de Ortho y Yuu para siquiera permitirse tener contacto físico con Yuu de forma normal, y justo cuando lo hace, el bebe patea. A Iidia se le salió el alma del cuerpo (ahora todos quieren sentir las pataditas, sobretodo Ace, Floyd y Malleus).

Probablemente usan algo de equipo de STYX o Ortho para algunos controles del bebe, incluso el da una fecha aproximada de nacimiento, lo cual da una sensación agridulce. Aun si todos hacen su mejor esfuerzo, Yuu esperaba poder tener a su bebe en casa, pero no se queja cuando los chicos hacen todo esto por ellos.

Malleus es otro que no entiende el embarazo humano completamente y esta increíblemente intrigado, no ayuda que as respuestas de Lilia a sus preguntas son aún más confusas, por lo que termina lleno a la fuente de su intriga, Yuu. Malleus se queda completamente hipnotizado la primera vez que escucha los latidos del bebe, totalmente fascinado por cómo es la vida humana en comparación a las hadas/dragones.

Eso sí, procede a “reprender” al bebe cuando patea a Yuu por “lastimar a su madre”, no entendiendo bien el concepto, pero tiene el espíritu. A Malleus le asusta mucho la idea del parto una vez que se educa al respecto (¿Qué el bebe saldrá DE DONDE? ¡¿COMO!?) y probablemente trate de mejorar en magia curativa UNICAMENTE por eso.

Solo puedo decir que si el bebe nace en Twisted Wonderland, tendrá un vasto abanico de hermanos adoptivos, figuras paternas, niñeros, tíos raros y extravagantes que lo cuidaran muy bien a él y su madre. Así que pueden estar tranquilos.

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[bizarrelovetriangel]

restless nights.

you get into an argument and they become restless without you by their side.

angst with comfort. apologies for any ooc moments and stubborn mc/reader.

sylus

"I'm not taking you with me."

His words left no room for anymore rebuttals. No matter how persistent you got and what reasoning you gave, Sylus continues to reject your request to join him for the upcoming Onychinus mission.

He's never had a problem with you tagging along before, so why now? You've learned from Luke and Kieran that Sylus will be dealing with one of the most dangerous men they'd ever met, so you wanted to support him. When you brought the topic up to him, all he said was that the setting will be too much for you.

You reassured him that you can handle anything, being a hunter who's familiar with the messiest, most vile types of environment, but regardless of your reasonings, he fully intends to go to this mission alone.

"Okay."

The moment he watched you calmly closed the door on your way out of the room, Sylus knew he fucked up.

You avoided him all afternoon, and it didn't take long for loneliness to strike him hard.

He hated the silence.

Knowing you're under the same roof and yet you're deliberately ignoring him... he'd much rather have you screaming at him.

Sylus remained at his working station to continue modifying a weapon that he'd recently purchased; however, his distracted state prevented him from making progress.

The face you made before walking away from him keeps haunting him.

The disappointment in your eyes made his chest unbearably tight.

He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling away, telling himself that his response to you is for the best, but it didn't work at all.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.

He wondered what you were up to.

What if you decide to leave because you can't stand to be near him?

Just imagining you rush out of the house while angry caused Sylus' hands to become unsteady and accidentally crossed some wires that weren't supposed to touch.

And so, the weapon sparked and caught on fire.

"...great."

He decided to move on to boxing, hoping to release some anger — not at you, but for his enemies that he'll be seeing for the upcoming mission. If they weren't so... filthy and gruesome, he wouldn't have to worry about keeping you away from them.

After two minutes of hitting the punching bag, Sylus' eyes started to repeatedly glance towards the entrance of the gym, checking to see if a certain someone would walk in for their weekly boxing lessons.

Your boxing gloves are in the usual place, untouched. He recalled the day when you two bought it while shopping: you were so excited about using it, you woke him up early just so you could start boxing while wearing them.

But now, you won't even step in the gym because he made you upset.

Suddenly, Sylus was no longer in the mood to box.

You didn't join him for dinner.

He wasn't surprised, though he felt another pang at his chest when he sat down on the empty dinning table.

He learned from Luke and Kieran that you had already eaten a little earlier while ranting to Mephisto, who was your only companion for supper.

The crow gave him a questioning look as he flew by and parched on the empty chair next to him, where you usually sit.

"I know. I'm working on it."

Sylus went to his bedroom, hoping that you don't run away and that you hear him out.

But when he opened the door, a cold breeze hit him along with a lonely feeling. The room is empty, and you're nowhere to be found.

He knew you're still somewhere in the house; otherwise, Mephisto would've told him already that you'd left. You staying means he's not totally screwed — not yet, at least.

The only other place he thought to check is the room where you used to sleep in, before your relationship became official.

And sure enough, after calming down his nervous, hitched breath, Sylus knocked on the door.

No response, but the room is unlocked.

He dared to take a peak inside and immediately softened at the sight of you sleeping on the bed. His feet acted before his mind and walked up towards your side.

He sat down on the mattress and his eyes slowly traced the ravishing features of your face that he missed, despite the argument being only just several hours ago.

He yearned to touch you, just for a second, to feel your warmth and softness. His right hand carefully reached towards your face, knuckles aiming to brush against your cheek.

But then, you opened your eyes.

Sylus froze for a moment, waiting for you to tell him to leave and stay away from him, but instead, you just blinked at him with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

"What are you doing?"

"...caught me redhanded." he chuckles. "I was looking at you. Because you wouldn't let me do it while you were awake. Sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep."

You watched his hand that was about to touch your face slowly retract, and you wanted to grab it and embrace it.

"...who said I was sleeping peacefully?"

Sylus looks at you with confusion.

"It's hard for me to sleep whenever we have arguments." you murmured, sitting up slowly so you can look at him properly. "I wanted to see you, but..."

You were sulking all afternoon.

You grew tired of arguing with him and thought you'd eventually find the right words to tell him later on, once you've calmed down.

"Me too." Sylus slowly reached for your hand, almost afraid that you'd pull away, though he relaxed once you intertwined your fingers with his. "Let me tell you why I'm against you accompanying me for this mission."

He told you about the shady people he'll be visiting. They are nasty criminals who have done unforgivable things to people, and everything about them is just disgusting — physically and figuratively.

As much as he wanted your company and assistance, Sylus doesn't want them setting their filthy eyes on you. He doesn't want them to know about your existence at all.

Mostly, he doesn't want to waste your time and energy on people like them. He knows you're strong enough to be by his side and help him take them down, just as you have done a few times before, but he'd much rather keep you away from their dirty hands.

"I understand now." You tightened your grip on his hand. "And still.... I want to go with you."

Though his brows furrowed as a silent reply, he stayed quiet and allowed you to fully let out everything you want to say.

"I appreciate your concern for me, truly. But ever since the twins told me about them, that they're dangerous and full of dirty tricks, I can't help but worry.

You're strong and you definitely don't need me, but still... I asked to go with you because I want to support you, just like how you sometimes help me out with my missions."

Sylus was met with the familiar look of persistence and determination in your eyes and realized he was never going to win this argument.

You've always been stubborn.

But that's just one of the reasons why he's so infauted with you.

You win.

"I should have known better than to try to leave you out of something like this." he sighs in defeat, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You grinned at his tone. "It'll be fine. And fun — maybe. If not, then I'll suffer with you."

He clicked his tongue and poked your forehead. "Fine. But before we go, you have to prove to me that you're capable of fighting them."

"Hmm? Prove to you, how?"

"You'll have to join me in the boxing ring tomorrow, kitten."

You gasped and your eyes lit up. "My gloves! I've abandoned them! Let's go boxing right now!"

"...weren't you just about to sleep?"

"No way! I wanna hit something now! Come on!"

Sylus allowed himself to be dragged out of the room and brought back to the gym, where the boxing ring awaits.

Unlike earlier, the gym appears to be warmer and much more lively.

At last, Sylus can breathe easily.

zayne

Getting scolded by your lover was not how you were expecting your trip to the hospital to go.

He never raised his voice, but the coldness in his tone was what struck you in the chest.

He reprimanded you for being too reckless and careless at work, stating that you need to pay more attention to your surroundings and not throw yourself in danger at any chance you get.

Maybe you caught him in a bad mood, or maybe he was fed up with all the times that he has to see you with injuries. Either way, you didn't feel like being around him for a while.

Later that night, you fell asleep earlier than usual and missed a call from Zayne. You knew you probably should've called him back once you woke up in the morning, but the memory of him scolding you like a child made you throw your phone aside and momentarily avoid him.

Zayne is wide awake and his eyes are glued to the screen of his phone.

For once, he doesn't have work to keep him up late at night. Instead, you're the reason why he's unable to sleep.

You haven't been returning his texts and calls.

He knew you're upset because of what he did at the hospital. He shouldn't have spoken to you like that. You were already hurt. The last thing you needed was for him to give you a lecture over something you don't have much control over.

Zayne wanted to apologize to you.

He considered going to your apartment so he can properly give his sincere apology, but with the way you've been deflecting his attempts to communicate, he figured you wanted some space from him.

It's understandable that you'd feel that way, but still, Zayne can't ignore the aching in his chest. The other side of the bed feels colder than usual, and the silence of his house was uncomfortable.

You should've been next to him, resting your head on his chest while showing him funny memes and videos of cats after playing silly games on your phone, then you'd randomly come across an interesting article that would be your discussion until the two of you fall asleep.

This time, all he can do is keep checking his phone, just in case you decide to text or call him, and he'd answer in a heartbeat.

He wanted to hear your voice just so knows that everything is going to be okay, and that he doesn't need to worry about the possibility of losing you. Unfortunately, he wasn't granted that wish.

He eventually fell asleep with his phone on hand resting on the empty side of the bed.

Zayne was right.

You really are careless.

Showing up at the hospital twice in a week, just two days after your previous visit, is embarrassing at this point. You admit that your mind wasn't as awake and alert as it should've been, and so you've landed yourself another injury while fighting a Wanderer.

You did your best to hide from Zayne.

In fact, you tried going to a different hospital but Tara dropped you off here and fled instantly, so you have no choice but to go in with your slightly injured shoulder.

It just so happens that Doctor Greyson was the one that treated you, as he was the only one currently available.

You thought you'd be able to leave without seeing Zayne at all, but Greyson was unaware of your current situation so he informed him that he just finished fixing you up and you should be free to leave now.

Zayne just finished a long surgery, but once Greyson passed such valuable information to him, he rushed to your assigned room.

He caught you just as you were about to step out.

"Ah!" You put a hand over your racing heart. "You scared me!"

"Sorry." Zayne paused for a moment. "May I ask you to join me in my office?"

Your stomach shifted anxiously. "Sure..." The walk to the location was filled with nothing but awkward silence, which hurt to think about because it's Zayne.

That's the man whom you love more than anything else.

The last thing you want with him is an uncomfortable silence.

At the very least, you were able to gather your courage to own up to your mistakes.

Once he closed the door...

"I'm sorry!"

Zayne was caught off-guard.

"What?"

"You're right. I've been careless lately." Your shoulders sagged as you accepted defeat. "Like my injury today could've been avoided if only I was a little more cautious. I really do need to work on it better. I'm sorry for ignoring your texts and calls. I know you're just looking out for me."

Zayne let out a breath of relief.

He failed to stop himself from pulling you into his arms, so tight that you let out a gasp, though you didn't complain so he didn't release you just yet.

He desperately needed to hold you.

He was afraid that you might not want to see him anymore because of the way he had spoken to you, but it seems he'd gotten a chance to correct himself.

"I'm sorry for talking to you so coldy." He backed away just a small distance so he could look you in the eyes, though his hands remained locked on your elbows. "There are much better ways to express my concerns for you. I won't make the same mistake again. But also..."

He took your left hand and kissed the back of it. "Please don't ever try to hide your injuries from me whenever you do get hurt."

"Ah...." you wondered how he found out you were trying to hide from him today. "Sorry. I won't."

Zayne smiled and kissed your forehead.

"I'll accept your apology, on one condition...."

"What?"

"You have to spend the night and the whole weekend with me now. To make up for the times when you weren't by my side."

caleb

"I did it to protect you."

"And now, the fleet has all the access to the information that I was supposed to get. But yes. I was so fortunate that The Colonel came to my rescue. Thanks."

Caleb sighs as you shut the door and locked yourself in your own room of his house in Safehaven.

It's true that he interfered with your mission and you failed to do what you were sent for, but the man you were interrogating was equipped with a weapon that could've left you permamently injured.

What was he supposed to do?

He wasn't going to just watch and wait for you to get hurt.

The man just happened to be a common enemy of the fleet and the hunters association, and it seems that you've crossed paths for a race on whoever could capture him first.

While you technically reached him first, Caleb was the one that took him away and had him in captive with the fleet.

He figured he could just find that man and get the information you need, though it seems your mission was time sensitive and you were supposed to report to the association by tonight.

While he feels bad about you failing to accomplish your mission, he doesn't regret barging in to stop the enemy from hurting you.

His priority has always been you and it will always be you.

Everything that he's ever done is to protect you, even if you're against it. That's why this isn't the first time you've fought.

Ever since you were younger, you'd sometimes get mad at him for doing something that was intended to keep you out of harm's way.

It's nothing new.

Still, no matter how many times it happens, Caleb will always hate the feeling of you being upset with him.

He especially cannot stand it when you pretend he doesn't exist. He'd rather you hit him as hard as you can than act as if you don't see him. Otherwise, what other purpose does he have, if not to provide for you and be by your side?

Caleb made dinner for two, but he's the only one in the dinning room, sitting across an empty chair. It's dead silent aside from the noise of the flying vehicles roaming around outside his house.

He already put food in your plate and filled you a glass of juice, just in case you give in to his attempt to lure you out with the delicious smell of tonight's meal.

Caleb took his time eating. He had sent you texts, with lots of stickers, telling you that dinner is ready and that you can come out of your room now, though not a single message had gotten a reply.

His eyes would constantly dart to your closed door, hoping that it would open and you'd stubbornly come out with a pout on your face, just like what you always do ever since you were little.

He wasn't so lucky tonight.

But that doesn't mean he'll let you starve. You can be mad at him, but at the very least, be angry with a full stomach.

Caleb picked up your plate and drink and set it down on the floor right outside your room.

"Pip-squeak." He knocked a couple of times. "It's fine if you don't want to see me. You don't have to forgive me, but please eat something before you sleep. I'll leave the food outside the door."

He paused for a moment, as an apology almost slipped out of his tongue, though he wants to do it properly when you're face-to-face, so he will wait for a better time.

"Goodnight."

Afterwards, Caleb took a long bath before going to bed. You two had plans to watch movies tonight after your mission, but that was definitely not going to happen now. He had no idea things would end like how it did, and now he's staring at a wall feeling empty.

Around midnight, you quietly stepped out of your room. You brought the dirty, empty dishes back in the kitchen so you can wash them and return them in the storage.

Five steps in the dark kitchen and you almost drop the fragile items on your hands.

There's something lurking in the shadows.

"Ah!"

Your right hand swung up to hit the figure that started to walk towards you, ready to hit them with the plate.

The object was caught easily and snatched right out off your fingers. The light switch clicked and soon your eyes had been greeted by bright white light.

And you learned that the figure that had been bathing in darkness is none other than Caleb, who looked just as freaked out as you.

"Why are you still awake?!" you screeched, putting a hand over your pounding heart. "Why are you out here just standing in the dark like some demon?!"

"I wasn't standing in darkness. I was sitting." he huffs, putting the plate on the counter table. "And I should be asking you the same thing, Pip-squeak. Why are you awake?!"

His eyes suddenly widened and his shoulders stiffened.

"You're...not gonna leave, are you?"

He looked like a sad, kicked puppy that made you feel like a super villain.

"No, I'm not leaving." you replied softly, taking a step closer to him after setting down the empty glass of juice on the counter table. "I was just going to wash these... dinner was delicious.... by the way..."

Caleb let out a sigh of relief before a smile came to his face. "I'm glad you liked it. If you still have room in your stomach, wanna go for dessert? I still have some of the ice cream that you bought last time."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the sweet dessert. "Yes!"

As the two of you enjoyed the ice cream, Caleb took the opportunity to talk about what happened.

"I'll admit that I don't regret interferring with your work to save you from getting hurt." he started slowly, watching you just in case your mood flips again. "But I am sorry for getting you in trouble."

You shook your head. "I'm over it now, but... you have to remember that I'm also capable of dealing with dangerous guys. I may get hurt, but it's part of my job. You don't have to jump out and save me every time, even though I appreciate it and you, every time."

Caleb sighs, recalling you repeating similar words to him before.

He really does jump out of nowhere to save you a lot — in fact, anytime he can, he does it.

"You're right. I know you've gotten strong, Pip-squeak." he grinned, patting your head. "I'll be sure to remember it. But also, you have to remember... worrying about you is part of my job. That'll never change, even if you become the greatest superhero of the deepspace."

"Heh."

You can't help but laugh because it's true.

That is just how Caleb is.

And it's one of the things that you love about him, despite all the times he pissed you off by being over protective.

"If I become the greatest superhero of Deepspace, will you bring me more ice cream?"

Caleb laughs at your empty bowl. "All you have to do is ask and I shall obey, Pip-squeak."

Once drowsiness finally hit you, you returned to bed and this time, Caleb made sure to cling to you the entire time.

rafayel

You'd been extremely busy for almost two weeks because of a big, intricate mission. It left you very little time to rest, and absolutely no time to go out with your lover.

But once you finally got some freedom, the first thing you did was give him a call, asking him out for lunch.

"It's okay, Miss Bodyguard. You don't have to see me if you don't want to. I know you've been really busy to make any time for me."

Maybe he was just joking or being dramatic as usual, but something about his tone rubbed you the wrong way.

"Okay then. Bye."

The moment the call ended, Rafayel wanted to throw his phone at the wall.

Why did he say that?

He'll admit that he has been sulking, disappointed that he hasn't seen you for days; however, he knows it's not your fault. You're just doing your job, after all.

His mood hasn't been the best lately, and he ended up saying the wrong thing to you. Now, he scared you away from him even more.

He wanted to see you and apologize, but you sounded quite mad and he's certain you don't want to see him at the moment, so it's probably best to leave you alone for now.

Thomas entered the studio and almost tripped over a paintbrush on the floor. The place is even messier than before.

He found Rafayel lying on the couch, wide wake and staring at the ceiling.

"Your studio's getting way too messy. Maybe you should clean up a little."

"It's fine. No one's going to come over anyways."

Thomas was quick to notice his dispirited tone. Rafayel already seemed lonely last week, but this time his mood seems worse.

Another proof of that is the lack of progress on the paintings.

"You haven't started anything new yet?"

"I haven't had any inspiration."

The one hint that Thomas got about what was bringing Rafayel down is the yellow bird plushie right next to him, who he may or may not have been talking to.

"So, it's your Miss Hunter, isn't it?"

It's happened a couple of times before. You two have gotten into arguments before and it usually ends in the same way, with Rafayel sulking like this. This time, it might've lasted longer than usual.

"I don't know what happened, but I suggest seeing her and talking it out."

"I know that. But if she doesn't want to see me.... what if she starts screaming and hitting me when I'm there?"

Or worse, you tell him you hate him.

His stomach tightened with discomfort just by thinking about it.

Thomas chuckles lightly. "So what? You can take it, can't you? Then again, she is a hunter.... and she could kill you...."

Rafayel frowned and froze for a moment.

Then, he suddenly rolls over and drops to the floor before jumping to his feet. "Thomas, you're a genius!" he exclaims, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "I don't care if she stabs me with her sword! I'd survive. but... if I go on another day withour seeing her, I might actually die for real..."

"Hh — sure, I guess..."

"I'm gonna go see her now!"

Thomas watched as he started to scramble and sprint out of the room. "Wait, you should clean up first before — "

"Ow! Who put this paint brush here?!"

You opened the door and Rafayel immediately shields his face with his hands, as if to protect himself from you.

"....I don't know what's going on but I'm a little offended."

You wanted to laugh but you reminded yourself that you're still mad at him.

Or at least, you were.

The moment Rafayel showed up at your doorstep, all you want to do is hug him.

"If you're gonna stab me, do it quickly but at least wait until I say sorry first so it doesn't sound like I'm using my last, dying breath to make it up to you. I mean, I would do that too if I must, but I'd prefer if I don't sound pathetic and gross."

"...what?"

Rafayel pulled himself together and held both of your hands.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I promise I didn't mean it at all. I just missed you a lot and... I.... I might've been...a little grumpy because of it... but I still shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I'm really sorry."

You softened and held his hands tighter. "I'm sorry too, for snapping so fast and running away. I also wasn't in the best mood."

Rafayel didn't waste another second before pulling you into his arms.

"Let's not do that again. It's stupid and silly and boring."

"Agreed."

He buried his face against your neck and held you tighter for a little longer while your fingers brush his hair from the back.

Rafayel took a moment to feel your warmth.

You're here, right in front of him, after days that felt like months.

Letting you go will be extremely difficult.

"Miss Bodyguard...."

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna come to my house? Reddie misses you...

"Just Reddie?"

"...well, I missed you way more, but you can spare him five minutes of attention. But that's it. The rest of your time is mine."

xavier

For your latest mission, Jenna paired you up with a new hunter that just joined your team. She said she wanted him to learn from you, so he became your temporary partner.

Xavier wasn't quite happy with the captain's decision.

Jenna never said he couldn't join you, right? The new guy can keep following you, but that doesn't mean he has to be alone with you.

Fast forward to the end of the mission, Xavier had been so focused on making sure the new guy keeps a fair distance from you, and the newbie almost got hurt.

You took responsibility and jumped in at the very last moment to save him, leaving you with a minor scratch on your left arm. Nonetheless, the mission was a success.

You confronted Xavier afterwards. You didn't care at all about the scratch, but you were more concerned with him letting his jealousy get in the way of the mission.

Captain Jenna scolded him about not following orders. Although she never specified that he couldn't join you, he still messed with the plan that the team discussed early on. Luckily, he's not deeply in trouble: he'd only been warned not to do it again.

You mostly repeated what Jenna said, but you also told Xavier that he shouldn't have gone out of his way to physically keep your temporary partner away from you, and that you wished he trusted you a little more, especially in a professional environment.

Xavier was unable to come up with a response and like always, whenever he's jealous, dark clouds appeared all around him as he sulks.

You didn't feel like cradling him at the moment, mostly because you felt tired from the mission, and you needed to cool your ahead after all that happened.

You went straight to your apartment after work. Soon after taking a shower, you landed on your bed and welcomed a nap.

Xavier anxiously paces back and forth in his apartment.

He knows you're sleeping because of the fitness watch app that you both use. He decided that he'll wait until you wake up before apologizing, so at the mean time, he's practicing in his head what he'll be saying to you.

You two rarely have arguments because he'd learned to be more straightforward with his thoughts and feelings, but when jealousy comes into play, he still struggles to contain himself. He's working on it, but he's having quite a slow progress.

He'll admit that he might have gone a little overboard today, and he hated that his actions led to you getting hurt, even if it's just a scratch. If only he hadn't gotten in the way.

"...I'm going now."

Unable to wait any longer, Xavier teleports out of his apartment and appears on your balcony — it's become a habit of his.

He found you sleeping on the couch of your living room.

Xavier walked up to you quietly and covered your body with the throw bunched up by your feet. He knelt down on the carpeted floor and admired your features.

He knew he shouldn't get jealous so easily, but how could he not?

He's so deeply in love with you, he can't help but act irrationally sometimes.

But even more, he despises whenever you're upset with him and because of him, so he knows he can't keep behaving drastically all the time whenever another person who shows an ounce of admiration for you comes around.

"You smell like burnt cookies."

Xavier snapped out of his thoughts only to realize that you had woken up.

He took a whiff of his white hoodie and confirmed your observation. "I tried to make you some cookies to make up for earlier but I got distracted and forgot about them...."

And by distracted, he means pacing back and forth across the kitchen while writing his apology speech in his head.

"Pfftt.."

Xavier scratched the back of his head while you laughed loudly. His eyes lit up at the sight of your joy on your face.

"I'm sorry about your cookies." he sighs. "And I'm sorry for acting the way I did earlier. I promise I'll... try not to get jealous..."

You laughed again, this time softer as you leaned forward to brush his hair with your fingers. "The truth is, I don't mind that you get jealous sometimes. Even I get jealous too."

"Really?"

"Really."

He never notices you secretly being bitter whenever someone is clearly attracted to him, though you never act out on your jealousy because he always reassures you that he only has eyes for you.

"It's normal to get jealous." you told him. "But next time.... just make sure not to step out of line and get yourself or anyone innocent in trouble."

Xavier nodded and kissed the palm of your hand that had been combing his hair. "I promise I'll be more responsible from now on."

You smiled and pecked his nose.

"The smell of cookies really got me. Wanna try again? I'll help you this time."

"I'd like that. But first...." he rested his face onto your lap. "Can we just stay like this for a little while? I think I need to recharge."

Your hand returns to combing his soft hair. "Of course."

[xerserise]

I used to supervise the graphics department of a small publishing company, making coffee table travel books. I was their highest paid non-management employee. (I didn't have authority over employees, I had authority over the design made by the employees. And a lot of organizational and technical responsibility, in addition to the design work that I did for the books and for the company.) It was one of my last jobs, and I've had a lot.

I've also had thousands of dollars of dental work, because I couldn't get myself to brush my teeth regularly.

I don't work for a living anymore, because trying to survive as a worker under capitalism gave me autistic burnout and an adult-onset tic disorder. Thankfully, with the help of friends, family, social workers, and a lot of trauma that I could have done without, I survived and won my Disability claim.

Now I pay someone to call me multiple times a week, on a schedule, so that I can make plans for the upcoming week (and the rest of the day), be reminded of things that Past Me thought were important, and go down my list of basic things that I need to make sure I do (brush teeth, take meds, clean and refill my humidifier, look at and reply to my messages and mail and such, etc.). It's been a huge benefit to my life, over these past years.

If I were working, I wouldn't have the energy, focus, or capacity to work on my own life and goals the way I do now. I know this, because when I was working, all I could manage was work and escapism and sleep.

My autism and ADHD diagnoses came after the breakdown and the onset of the tic disorder, after I had become completely unable to work, was struggling to eat enough (for stress reasons), and was losing an unhealthy amount of weight (which messes with brain chemistry), at a time when I was very traumatized and unable to mask.

But I was unable to handle it all, long before then. I used to drink and smoke all evening, pass out, wake up, go to work, and do it again. I had dirty dishes that stayed in the sink for over a year. And I would go to work every day. I would manage to do my laundry before everything was dirty, and shower before work, and do the things that were required to appear normal once I walked out my door. But that was it. I had cavities that I could see and feel, and I did nothing about them until my canine tooth broke. I moved my futon into the living room, because my bedroom was filled with boxes of stuff that I didn't want to deal with. The bedroom became a place to shove stuff out of the way. I almost never opened the door.

I was able to have a job. But I wasn't able to also have a life worth living. Now? Now that I have a meager income from SSDI? I'm living a simple life, focused on myself and my needs, with support. And I'm giving support to others. And I'm finally connecting with a few people, and making real friends for the first time in my life, as I near 50 years of age. I'm using my knowledge and experience to build a local queer Discord, to help others find connection.

I can't work (anymore). But that doesn't mean I can't contribute to society. I can contribute far more as a happier person who is connected to community and free to follow their interests than I could as a lonely and depressed replaceable staff member who disassociates all the time.

And even if I couldn't contribute, I would deserve food and shelter and medical care and the like. Because everyone deserves it.

Instead, the requirements of life, of community, of basic human interactions, are used as ways to extract as much money as possibly from the workers who create everything. Are denied us, kept behind barbed wire, with fees to access anything.

And pointing the finger at groups of people, saying 'they are useless, they are taking your resources, they are destroying your family, you deserve more', is a good way to get folks to ignore the systems that paywall life itself and instead blame the people who such a system already marginalizes and oppresses.

People can contribute to society in many ways, while also requiring support from society.

Our value as a human beings exist whether or not we can contribute to society.

And many jobs exist that don't contribute to a happier, healthier, more welcoming world. Only to a dystopian hellscape. Sure, you're contributing. But why?

Many, many things are being implied when disabled and neurodivergent people are called burdens on society.

Society, as it is, is a burden on us.

Fuck the system.

“Of course autistic people can go to the bathroom by themselves and have jobs!!” Some can’t. They’re not burdens or an “epidemic” either. Please don’t get pulled into an argument about usefulness, because that feeds into their baseline eugenic idea that you have to “contribute to society” to justify your existence. Nobody’s worth is tied to what they can do for the state.

[jackce]

I was commissioned by a mysterious person to work on 6 Prussia themed months 🖤🤍�� First is February was inspired by Valentines day ofc, but the main focus is Prussia's dissolution 😭 (That's a funeral flower arrangement, he's a prisoner after WW II and has just been informed of his fate) I wrote an small one shot in case you want to read it, it's Prussia's POV (English first / Español al final):

FEBRUARY

— The celebration is not on time, true, but you still have to look presentable.

I didn't ask what was so special about celebrating Valentine's Day on the 25th, in the Soviet Union they don't even celebrate that date, they said it's because it is a capitalist invention, but if you ask me, I think it's because they don't understand what love is.

Is not like I wasn't curious while they cut my hair the way it was when I arrived, while they shaved my beard and handed me a suit that could barely hide the kilos I've lost. But I learned the hard way not to open my mouth too much, something that I'm sure everyone who knows me would have wanted impossible. Ivan is miraculous, I suppose.

— You'll receive the visit you've been waiting for, see? I'm not as bad as you think — Still, Russia seemed eager to pique my curiosity.

"He's playing with me," I tried to convince myself. But when I mentioned it to Ukraine after she brought the first decent meal in years to my cell, she reacted with joy.

— It's your brother for sure!

She doesn't know, but even though my heart twisted with joy, the hope was painful.

But two years had passed already... And even though Russia had played me in other ways, it was the first time he tried too hard to make me look presentable, as if he wanted to cover up the dealings he's been having with me. "You're the only person who has a villain role and who he can vent to," Belarus had excused him once.

I tried not to think, but I still couldn't get rid of that bad habit. I was going to show myself to someone, that was for sure. But who? Maybe it wouldn't be one of us... Maybe just a politician, or even some errand boy. But... What if it was West?

Surely my brother had been asking about me all these years, if there's one thing he has, it's that he's tireless. I'm sure he hasn't given up, I'm sure this little meeting is the fruit of his efforts, just a glance to know that I'm fine, that despite the division of my territory, that every day I'm more just a name... I'm fine.

— I'm fine, West —I murmured to the broken mirror they lent me, joining the theater that Ivan wanted so much to present. Despite everything, I didn't want to worry Ludwig... I didn't want him to see me with pity.

— Let’s go. —Russia in person came for me, and for the first time in a long time I left my cell without chains or ties to hinder me.

He took me to a dining room where three places were set, my heart tortured me again when I confirmed that it was a visit.

Ivan asked me to sit down while he went to get the guest, he knows well that I no longer try to escape, besides, I don't want to escape, not now that I'll see...

— West... —I got up as soon as I heard the door open.

But it was just Russia, his victorious smile.

“I'm so sorry, it seems he's had other more important matters... But don't worry, he sent you a present.” He was hiding something behind his back, but I could see the flowers from there.

I managed not to make any expression, neither anger, nor shame, nor sadness, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that his stab was accurate. Braginsky didn't wait for me to say anything and showed me the decoration of lilies and chrysanthemums. It was a wreath that followed the shape of a heart, a ribbon with my name crossed through the center...

I must have lost the ability to hide my emotions, because the smile of the man in front of me widened.

The funeral arrangement could only mean one thing...

... I'm not even a name anymore.

----

FEBRERO

— La celebración se atrasó un poco, sí, pero tienes que estar presentable. No pregunté qué tenía de especial celebrar San Valentín el 25. En la Unión Soviética ni siquiera celebran esa fecha, que por qué es un invento capitalista, pero si me lo preguntan creo que es por qué no entienden lo que es el amor. No era que no sintiera curiosidad mientras me cortaban el cabello a la manera en que lo tenía cuando llegué, mientras rasuraban mi barba y me entregaban un traje que poco podría disimular los kilos que he perdido. Pero aprendí por las malas a no abrir demasiado la boca, algo que seguro todos los que me conocen habrían creído imposible. Iván es milagroso, supongo. — Recibirás la visita que tanto esperabas ¿Ves? No soy tan malo como crees — Aun así Rusia parecía ansioso por pescar mi curiosidad. "Está jugando conmigo" intenté convencerme. Pero cuando se lo mencioné a Ucrania luego de que trajera a mi celda la primer comida decente en años, ella reaccionó con felicidad. — ¡Seguro que es tu hermano! Ella no lo sabe, pero aunque mi corazón se retorció por alegría, la esperanza fue dolorosa. Pero habían pasado ya dos años... Y aunque Rusia había jugado conmigo de otras formas, era la primera vez que se esforzaba demasiado por qué yo me viera presentable, como si quisiera tapar los tratos que ha estado teniendo conmigo. "Eres la única persona que tiene un papel de villano y con quién puede desahogarse", lo había excusado Bielorrusia una vez. Intenté no pensar, pero aún no lograba quitarme esa mala costumbre. Iba a mostrarme ante alguien, eso era seguro ¿Pero quién? Tal vez no fuera con uno de nosotros... Tal vez solo un político, o incluso algún recadero. Pero... ¿Y si si era West? Seguro que mi hermano había estado preguntando por mi todos estos años, si algo tiene él es que es incansable. Seguro que no se ha rendido, seguro que está pequeña reunión es fruto de sus esfuerzos, solo un vistazo para saber que estoy bien, que a pesar de la repartición de mi territorio, que cada día soy más sólo un nombre ... Estoy bien. — Estoy bien, West —Le murmuré al espejo roto que me prestaron, uniéndome al teatro que Iván tanto quería presentar. A pesar de todo, no quería preocupar a Ludwig... No quería que me viera con lastima. — Andando —Rusia en persona vino por mi, y por primera vez en mucho tiempo salí de mi celda sin cadenas o ataduras que me entorpecieran. Me llevó hasta un comedor donde estaban puestos tres lugares, mi corazón volvió a torturarme al confirmar que se trataba de una visita. Ivan me pidió que me sentara en lo que iba por el invitado, sabe bien que ya no intento escapar, además, no quiero escapar, no ahora que veré a... — West... —Me levanté en cuanto escuché que la puerta se abría. Pero solo era Rusia, su sonrisa victoriosa. — Lo siento mucho, parece que ha tenido otros asuntos más importantes ... Pero no te preocupes, te mando un regalo —Escondía algo tras su espalda, pero podía ver las flores desde allí. Conseguí no hacer ninguna expresión, ni rabia, ni vergüenza, ni tristeza, no iba a darle el gusto de saber que su puñal fue certero. Braginski no espero a que dijera nada y me mostró el adorno de lirios y crisantemos. Era una corona de flores que seguía la forma de un corazón, un listón con mi nombre atravesado al centro... Debí haber perdido la habilidad para ocultar mis emociones, por qué la sonrisa del hombre frente a mi se amplió. El arreglo fúnebre solo podía significar una cosa... ... Ya no soy ni siquiera un nombre.

[enhani-ki]

ENHYPEN AS YOUR "HOMEBOY"

warnings : very short, maybe a little suggestive :)

HEESEUNG

your homeboy who's too naturally flirty. it happens all the time that you don't even catch it anymore—you thought you'd become numb or immune to it.

you're his food buddy. you always share bites and judge menus together.

sometimes you'll talk about something deep like fear of failure or what dreams even mean anymore—and he'll tell you how far you've come, or let's you know just how proud he is of you. sometimes you'll get shy and flustered, sometimes you'll roll your eyes, and sometimes, you just straight up cry.

"what?" he'd say, all wide-eyes and innocent. "what did i say?" "what the hell did i do?"

if it were anyone else, they'd fall for him every time.

JAY

your homeboy who shows you love through quiet actions. he surprises you with either little or big gifts like: a drink you mentioned once, a charm you saw at a stall, jewelry, or a designer t-shirt you've been eyeing nonstop. doesn't need a 'thank you' and never ever made a big deal out of anything.

jay loves taking naps with you. he's also not loud but for sure gets that random energy burst. sometimes he starts yapping, your heads would bump together because he's moving so much.

truth is, he'll probably do and give you whatever you ask. jay loves seeing you happy and he loves it more when you're comfortable in life.

JAKE

your homeboy who treats you like you're one of his beloved dogs. he loves taking walks with you outside and he's always affectionate. he touches your back or waist, sometimes he gets protective without realizing it.

jake gets those bursts of cute aggression whenever he looks at you, randomly slapping your thighs (gently?) while laughing biting his lip or biting his tongue out.

like heeseung, he's also naturally flirty.

his eyes light up and he gets excited when you let him treat you or spoil you even a little.

SUNGHOON

your homeboy who always clock your tea. he always bickers with you and nagging like you've been married to him for 15 years.

he tries to be patient but will 100% call you out when you start acting dumb or when you don't take him seriously. still, he's the one who gets worried the most for you, always checking in on you.

karaoke nights. he shows you his exclusive tiktoks. whenever he goes shopping with you, sunghoon wants you to take everything you want and he just pay for it.

SUNOO

your homeboy who matches your energy so perfectly. you're both full of genuine love and compliments, it's like a competition on who loves who more.

you do skincare or make-up together. you both take each other on dates and post cute pictures with lovey-dovey captions.

with him, it's glittery, chaotic, and lowkey kind of romantic. he's your soulmate for real.

JUNGWON

your chillest homeboy. makes sure you're fed, makes sure you both went to the place you wanted to check out, he lets you pick where to eat, and like to puts a hand in your shoulder while walking together.

he always has the best reactions whenever he listens to your rants. jungwon knows all your gossip, even knows the life story of people he's never met.

always calm, unbothered, and quietly devoted to your comfort. people are always mistaking you for a couple though.

NI-KI

your clingiest homeboy but be on some nonchalant shit sometimes, it's annoying. dramatically calls you into his room for an 'emergency' only to ask you to turn off the light because he's too cozy to move.

he runs to you when the others tease him and back him into the corner. "can you tell them i'm right?" "back me up, please? just this once?" even though you always do.

you message each other every day. he always win at every games, makes fun of you, then feel bad after.

ni-ki loves his nap sessions with you, sometimes you even wake up with his arms wrapped around your waist.

fake trips and you have no idea why. he loves it because you spoil him all the time but when it's his turn to do the same for you? it's 1000/10, chef's kiss, he knows everything you want and he'll give it to you.

note : i hope i understood what platonic means TT マスターリストm.list

[krystella-shifts]

Everything is clicking for me y'all!!! ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Part 2 lmao

If you need help with: • how to stop reacting to the 3d • stop looking at 3d for validation & be ur own validation • how to manifest shifting/shift using loa • manifest FASTER cuz you won't be wavering anymore • ALL OF IT CAN BE ANSWERED FOR YOU IN THIS POST

First of let's take a example ✨

Manifesting money example ★*'•

let's say you Affirm for money, you script it or whatever you do and you get movement. You see signs or hear about a promotion at your job or idk hearing your parents talk about giving you sum cash lol BUT THEN you check your bank account and it's the same amount or you didn't see anything, you didn't hear anything else from your parents and you get discharged like "oh wtvr. Didn't work. Nothing is happening" blah blah

If you're not a shifter you don't have to read this.

Shifting ⊹ .° ୭̥

as a shifting blog (yes it is 😭) let's take a shifting example & explanation for understanding and applying in shiftings case.

So you were trying to shift to your dr and you felt all the symptoms, lights, emotions and sensations that you are there, you affirmed,you did the method, you felt like you ARE there but you were still nervous to open your eyes, unsure if you shifted but you finally did open your eyes.... And it was your bubble reality (I call this shiz bubble reality deal with it 💀) THEN YOU GOT FRUSTRATED AND PUT LABELS ON THIS ATTEMPT AS A "FAILED ATTEMPT" AND ROLLED OVER AND CALLED IT A DAY.

My honest reaction if you've done anything like that:

First of all- why're you "TRYING"?? you're the one deciding here, you're the creator of your reality. No matter what kind of reality you're experiencing, you 🫵🏻 created it. Yes you did. And all those symptoms, yeah tbh it's fun to feel symptoms but they're just the effects on body and your body is NOT the one shifting so don't focus on it too much, use it as a placebo effect rather. if you get symptoms believe that they mean you're shifting/have shifted. You did all that affirming, visualizing and felt it, you were almost certain you shifted.. but the thing is you need to be FULLY certain instead of almost certain. No matter what you see, you keep having it in your mind/imagination. HERE'S WHY YOU DO NOT LOOK AT THE 3D FOR VALIDATION... CUZ IT IS LOOKING RIGHT BACK AT YOU RIGHT IN THE FACE FOR VALIDATIONNNN. you're the validation here.

4d is above 3d for a reason. Why we call it more real reality is because it is the one creating. Imagination is the creative mode, like a factory where it's all made. Physical world is just a reflection of it so what's more real bruh? A mirror? Absolutely not. So why would you look at it for validation. It's like wanting to put on mascara but you're putting it on the mirror and asking why it's not working. Cuz YOU ARE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO CHANGEEE. if you are not even changing then don't even be upset that the 3d is still the same pls. Ofc it is cuz your core beliefs are still the same as well!

You don't look outside of you for validation when you're literally creating the outside from the inside (your imagination.)

It's like reading yesterday's news paper and expecting today's news.

A very important thing that clicked for me was when I Affirm/visualise/script wtvr, it's inevitable that I'm gonna get what I want so there's ABSOLUTELY NO REASON ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH TO CHECK THE 3D BRUH. it clicked for me that 3d is so ducking powerless 😮‍💨 unless ‼️ YOU give it power. It's ONLY a reflection of who you are, what you're being/your state. Idgaf, the law doesn't gaf. whatever you assume IS true.

So why are you letting 3d decide if you have it or not? If you shifted or not? If you stick to the fact that you do have it, NOT for the 3d to confirm, cuz that's inevitable, but for YOU. do it for you bro, do it for you. And OBVIOUSLY it's gonna be reflected in the physical IF YOU ARE STICKING TO THE NEW STORY. Don't go back and forth with "oh I have it" "no i don't FML" "i am in my dr" "when will I shift from this reality? It sucks" YOU CAN'T SERVE TWO MASTERSSSS

So stop looking at the 3d for validation cuz you're the one who created and is creating it. Even if you open your eyes here- no you didn't. No you DID NOT. You're literally in your DR, wtf are you talking about? You're literally slaying. I am in my dr cuz I said so. Idgaf what 3d says.

TMI: my wallpaper literally says "Go within, everything you need is there" No matter what it is, it's gonna happen if you have it in the 4d.

[hockeygirl101]

Blank Space

Quinn Hughes x singer!reader

Warnings: none, slight alcohol consumption.

Enjoy guys 😊

The cold air of the arena nipped at my skin, making my arm hair raise and small shudder to wreck through my body. Here I was, again, sitting in this cold plastic seat, freezing my ass off. My best friend had been dragging me to Hockey games for the past few weeks, she had started dating one of the guys on the team. She wanted to go support him, but didn't want to be alone so I agreed to a game. One game turned into the next four weeks, every-time I was free and they were playing, me and her were there.

"Did you know Brock mentioned the other day that a couple guys on the team are single." My girlfriend says to me after the buzzer signals the end of the second period. I look over at her and roll my eyes. I had met a few guys on the team in passing, mostly the captain, Quinn Hughes. Exchanged all of maybe five words to each other but I thought he was cute.

"Oh really? Well please tell Brock, I'm not looking for anything right now." I pick up my drink taking a long sip. My friend shakes her head at me.

"You have to get back out there. It's been months since your last relationship." She says fishing her phone out of her pocket. She was right, it had been months. But I had been in a very public relationship, since I'm a signer, everyone I date is thrown into the spot light. Most guys can't handle that, shockingly enough.

"Yea I know, I just don't want to deal with the media twisting another guy I date. I mean, my ex is going around to every major gossip site saying I'm insane and only date pro athletes. They all do it, I just can't deal with that right now." I turn to her, she looks up from her phone with a sad smile on her face.

"I know, I'm sorry babe. But just please, think about it." I nod at her words, I stand up and tell her I'm heading to the bathroom. Once I get back to my seat, the third period had started. I sit down and start watching the game, growing up in Toronto Canada, I love hockey. All my brothers played growing up, I have so many memories of staying up late in the rink cause their games would go long. I snap back to the game infront of me, and I notice one player has the puck on a break away, 43 Hughes. He skates through everyone like it’s effortless, on the very edge of his skates. When he pulls back to shoot, the puck flys right past the goalies glove into the back of the net. The goal buzzer sounds and I jump up clapping, before noticing my friends smirk in her face.

“What?” I roll my eyes at her as I sit down. She shakes her head laughing as they get reset for another puck drop.

“Nothing, just Quinn, one of the single guys I was talking about earlier.” She states before picking up her phone, she quickly pulls up hit stats and hands her phone to me. she knows I actually care about that kind of stuff. I like to know how well the guys I date are at what they do.

The first thing I notice is his hair, he had great hair, always had. Even passing him in the hallways his hair looked good. His stats were impressive, especially because he’s a defensemen. As I scroll through his highlights I can’t help but look at his face, he was so handsome. When she arrives back with drinks in her hand she give me a look.

“Can you set us up? One date maybe?” I mumble to her as I hand the phone back, she miles and nods, already sending a text to Brock. The game continues on without anymore goals, but my eyes stay glued to Quinn. The way he passed the puck was magic to me.

After the game I head back to my apartment, having to get up early and head to LA for some work stuff. As I’m in my bathroom brushing my teeth my phone lights up with a text from a I know number.

Hey

I stare at it, not very many people have this number because it was my personal one. Only very close friends and family had this number.

Sorry it’s Quinn Hughes. Your friend gave me your number saying I should text you.

This makes my heart beat faster, in a different way. Quinn was texting me, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think she would do it this soon, I told her to wait till I got back from LA.

Hey yes, sorry just not many people have this number. I just wanted to say I think you’re a great player.

After I send the text I slap my hand onto my face, what the fuck was I doing. I knew this was a bad idea, I should have told her no. But when I look back down Quinn had already texted me back.

Thank you, that means a lot. I was listening to some of your music on the way home, you’re really great.

I feel the blush creep up my neck, I can’t stop smiling. Not only did he like my music, he had listened to it just to mention to me I was great. I made me warm on the inside.

Thank you Quinn, I really hate to cut this short but I have a flight in the morning to LA. When I’m back did you wanna grab a drink?

I’m sorry for keeping you, but a drink sounds great, just text me when you get back. Goodnight, sleep well.

Sounds good, goodnight Quinn.

A few weeks had gone by, I had been so busy I hadn’t had time to text Quinn back, and I felt like and asshole. I knew his seasons was over by this point. But what I didn’t know was that he was in the exact same bar as me.

“Hey, sorry to bother you…” Quinn trailed off as he tapped me on the shoulder. I whip my head around, I had been hoping no one knew who I was, wanting to get a drink and then go home. When I met his eyes, my heart dropped.

“Hi Quinn, it’s good to see you.” I say softly smiling up at him. I looked him up and down, he had on a suit, very new money. He looked good. His tie looked a little tight. I could tell he was a little nervous. He smiles back. “Nice to meet you, kind of. Didn’t know you’d still be here, figured you’d gone home.”

“Yea I got a week or two left here before Michigan.” He says as he sits down on the barstool beside me, waving down a bartender. “I’ll get another and then whatever she’s had for the night can go on my tab too.” He slides his card over to the guy and he nods before running off.

“Quinn you didn’t have to do that, I haven’t even texted you back. Which I’m very sorry for by the way. I meant to, I just got so busy I mean I have a new album I have to put out and-” I trail off as I realize I was mumbling. That one drink I was going to have had turned into three before Quinn had even come over. I look over at him and he smiles, I mean really smiles teeth and all.

“You talk a lot, I like it.” He grabs my stool and slides me closer to him. “You know, I’ve always thought you were pretty, even before Brock told me you were single. Your friend was saying you guys were looking for somewhere to take a weekend away. Come to Michigan with me and my brothers to out Lake house, you’ll love it.” He says so casually, I blink at him in disbelief.

“You’re serious? Oh my god.” I start laughing gently, a little tipsy, now finishing my fourth drink of the night. I never had a guy offer to let me use anything of theirs, much less a whole house.

“Yea I am.” He chuckles out, looking down at me. “But in all honesty you will love it, you can text me yea?” He says leaning closer, “if you still have my number I mean.” He pulls back and winks before standing up. “I gotta head back to some friends I’m with, you want to join?” He asks sticking his hand out, I notice his watch on his wrist, and the time. Shit, I was sooo screwed, I had agreed to meet one of my brothers back at my apartment an hour ago.

“Fuck I’m so sorry Quinn I actually have to run, oh he’s going to be so mad I’m drunk. Sorry I will text you. And I will come with to Michigan.” I say as I quickly out my jacket on, and chugging a glass of water the bartender gave me a while ago, hoping it will sober me up. I text my driver to tell him I’m leaving and to meet me out front. I look up and Quinn’s still standing there. I lean over and give his cheek a quick kiss. “Thank you for the drinks, I’ll text you.” I grab my bag and walk out of the bar into the spring Vancouver night.

A few days had passed since the bar, I had texted Quinn when I got home that night, after I felt with a very angry brother waiting in the lobby. He had texted me the address and plane tickets for Michigan, once again shocking me. They were for the long weekend coming up, he said his brothers would be joining, and to bring whom ever I wanted.

The plane ride into Michigan had been good, me and all my girlfriends had sat together and gone over everything we wanted to do this weekend. Once we get to the front of the airport a driver was waiting for us. He drove us the next three hours to the Hughes lake house, but once we arrived, we all knew it had been worth it. The view of the lake house was enough to make me smile. But when I saw Quinn waiting on the front porch I smiled even wider. The car pulled up and Quinn opened the door helping me out.

“So? What do you think? Good enough for your weekend away?” He asks as he gently places his hand on my back as I look at the lake house.

“Quinn it’s so beautiful here I can’t believe it, this is amazing thank you.” I squeal as I wrap my arms around him, he immediately pulls me in hugging me back.

“Yea of course.” He mumbles out once he lets go, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “So small little problem, none of my brothers are going to be here till tomorrow, so you girls will get the house to yourselves tonight.” He smiles down at me, I give him a puzzled look. “They’re all idiots and booked their flights for tomorrow morning not this morning.” Quinn leans down and whispers in my ear, I blush at the small gesture.

“That’s totally fine, most of us are tired anyways from the flight and drive, probably gonna go crash right now actually.” I say smiling up at Quinn, trying to reassure him about the small mix up. He nods has picks up my bags, walking to the house.

“Come one I’ll show you guys to your rooms.” He walks up the steps, carrying my bags as if it’s nothing. I follow him closely as he shows my two friends their rooms, finally showing me mine.

“Mines right across the hall, so if you need anything just let me know.” He says hand in the door handle.

“Wait Quinn, can I ask you something?” He turns and nods, quickly moving closer, so close I can smell the cologne he put on this morning. “Why are you doing all this? It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, I do but it seems like a lot. I mean you bought my plane tickets, that’s crazy. We haven’t even gonna out yet.” I say moving so we’re both sitting down on my bed. Quinn nods along to what I’m saying, letting me move him to my bed.

“I mean, come on, you’re one of the nicest most deserving people I know. Even before when all we would say is hi to each other in the halls, I knew you were a good person. Why wouldn’t I do all this? I know what your exes say about you, and how the media has spun you into some guy obsessed signer, but I know you’re not. I just wanted to show you that.” He says softly, not looking at me but rather out hand that are still connected. I smile at him, pulling my hands away from his, his eyes snap up to mine.

“That’s the nicest thing a guys ever said to me, most guys are good for a weekend. I just grab my passport and their hand, the weekend ending in flames. I don’t want that with you, I can tell you’re a good guy Quinn. I don’t have to pretend to be a different girl around you. I like that.” I look down at my hands now, picking at my nails. “You don’t care that my exes all call me insane, or that I’ve been called young and reckless. I’ve never had that before so thank you” I look up at him and he’s already smiling.

“How about this, you nap, and in about three hours you and I will go to dinner and we’ll get that first date. We’ll take this nice and slow, and no one has to know anything unless you want them too yea?” I nod as I lay down onto my bed, Quinn gently gets up and goes over to the door. “Can’t wait to finally take you on a date.” He confesses as he turns out the light, closing my door.

I’m my mind I make a mental note, I scratch off my exes name and write down Quinn’s. I mean love is a game, you gotta play.

[tryagainstarlight]

Bonnie Friendquest!

(Bonnie brought you outside of Dormont...)

(You can see some weak sadnesses roaming around in the distance.)

🍳: . . .

🍳: [Loop], I...

🍳: You said I could ask for anything, yeah?

(Not EXACTLY what you said, but...)

💫: "Sure, whatever you want."

🍳: Okay, well…

🍳: I...  I need you to teach me how to fight!

(Oh!)

🍳: I know Dile's gonna say I can help you all in battle tomorrow...

🍳: But it'll be from far away, right?

🍳: I want to help! To actually help!!! And for that, I...

🍳: ...I need to learn how to fight.

🍳: So you're gonna help me!!!

(Bonnie ran away...?)

(TOWARDS A SADNESS!??)

(You run towards Bonnie as fast as you can.)

🍳: L-Look, look! I'm not scared!!!

🍳: COME ON!!!

🍳: I'm not scared... I'm not scared...

🍳: I can do this... I can do this!!!

(Bonnie gets harmed.)

🍳: W-Wah...!!!

(BONNIE...!!! BLINDING DAMN IT- LOOP MOVE.)

(Without thinking about it, you strike.)

🍳: Ah... Ah...

(You can't help but yell.)

💫: "BE MORE CAREFUL, BONNIE!!!"

🍳: Ah!!!

🍳: I... I'm sorry...

(You look at Bonnie closely...)

(No visible wounds.)

🍳: . . .

(Bonnie is trembling... stars, you feel so guilty.)

💫: "...I shouldn't have yelled."

💫: "Breathe with me?"

🍳: Hn...

(You breathe slowly, in and out, and make sure Bonnie breathes with you.)

(You need to calm down, too. You have to.)

(Slowly, they stop shaking.)

🍳: Ha. . .

🍳: Hm.

🍳: That didn't go super well.

💫: “It did not, no."

🍳: I-It's your fault!!!

🍳: You weren't there... You weren't there to help me and tell me what to do!!

(You stare at them without saying a word.)

🍳: I-I mean...

🍳: I. . .

🍳: I'm sorry.

💫: "I can teach you, but don't go ahead on your own."

🍳: O-Okay.

🍳: I'm sorry. I'll listen. Tell me how to fight.

🍳: I wanna learn.

(...)

(You look around...)

(There's another Sadness in the distance.)

(You put your index finger in front of your mouth to tell Bonnie to stay silent and point towards the Sadness.)

(Bonnie looks over and nods.)

(You jump in.)

🍳: Okay... Okay...

💫: "Ready?"

🍳: Yeah...

🍳: Yes.

🍳: What do I do...?

(You breathe out.)

(Teaching time.)

(You tell Bonnie to look at the Sadness' hands.)

🍳: That's... a Scissors sign, right?

🍳: So... So that means...

🍳: They're vulnerable to Rock Craft! Yeah!

🍳: I know Rock Craft! S-So I can hit them, right?

(You nod.)

🍳: Okay... Okay!!!

🍳: H-Here I go!!!

(You take an attacking stance.)

(Bonnie follows suit.)

(You two take turns attacking the Sadness. Dealing with minor damage. Bonnie deals the last blow.)

🍳: I DID IT!!! I DID IT, [LOOP]!!!

(You clap. You feel... Proud? Yeah. Proud!)

🍳: Heheheheh...

(You breathe in, and out.)

🍳: YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(You defeated the Sadness...)

(You breathe out.)

(Bonnie is looking up at you.)

🍳: Um. . .

🍳: Hey, [Loop], why aren't we allowed to touch you?

(?????)

💫: "What?"

🍳: Um... Dile, Za, and Belle said we're not allowed to touch you because it makes you jump and because they said so.

🍳: It's true that you jump, but I was wondering why 'cause it means we can't high-five or anything.

🍳: Why?

(None of them are touching you... On purpose?)

(Because it makes you jump?)

(. . . Hah.)

(Poor Loop, so fragile they come with instructions~)

💫: "I... Think I don't mind being touched or hugged."

💫: "I'm just not used to it."

🍳: You're not used to it?

🍳: Oh! Maybe it's because you're not ready for it when it happens.

🍳: That's how it is with Nille.

(Nille?)

💫: "Nille?"

(The Kid explains how it is with their sister. Explaining that they have to basically warn her before hugging her. Or else she would accidentally suplex her own sibling because she got scared.)

(...)

🍳: I don't wanna talk about my sister anymore.

💫: "You don't often talk about her."

🍳: She's frozen in time and not here, so I don't want to talk about her.

🍳: She says talking behind people's backs is bad.

🍳: And also, talking about her hurts and makes me sad.

🍳: ...  I want Nille to be here...

🍳: I should have helped her when...

🍳: . . .

🍳: Why aren't you used to being touched?

🍳: Did your family not hug you when you were a kid?

(You can't help but laugh. They talk about you behind your back.)

(You want to cry.)

💫: "Can't remember."

🍳: Oh...

💫: "But maybe that's why?"

💫: "I'm just not used to it, and it takes me off guard, I think."

🍳: Oh, okay.

🍳: So if you can see me, and if I tell you I'm gonna touch you, it's fine?

(It's not FINE, but...)

💫: "Sure."

🍳: Huh.

🍳: Okay! I'll remember that.

🍳: So... Then...

(Bonnie jumps up and down, making sure you watch them do it.)

🍳: I am going to touch you now!!!

(Suddenly, Bonnie pokes you hard in the stomach.)

( OW!????!???)

🍳: You saw me, and I told you, so it's fine!!!

💫: "I, uh, guess so???"

🍳: Heheh!

🍳: Okay, let's go, let's fight one more Sadness! I can do one more!!!

(You spot a Sadness in the distance and attack.)

🍳: Okay! I can do this!!! Watch me, [Loop]!!!

(You smile and join Bonnie.)

(You and the Sadness exchange blows.)

(This is so different from usual... You're not used to fighting outside anymore.)

(The ground is uneven, and there are rocks and branches to worry about.)

(ACK--)

(You tripped on a branch. Idiot.)

🍳: !!! [LOOP]!!!

(The Sadness saw you fall and is running towards you to attack.)

🍳: NO!!! NOT THIS TIME!!!

(The Kid strikes. Breathing heavily before turning towards you.)

🍳: [LOOP]!!! [LOOP], ARE YOU OKAY?!

(The poor kid is shaking...)

💫: "I'm okay, Bonbon. I just tripped."

🍳: R-Really? You promise?

(You nod.)

🍳: Okay...

🍳: I...  You haven't called me Bonbon in forever... Only Za calls me that now...

(Ah, shit.)

💫: "Bonnie."

🍳: No, no, I didn't mean..

🍳: You promise you're okay?

(You nod.)

🍳: Okay...

🍳: Sorry. I got scared.

🍳: It just...  It reminded me of before, that's all.

(Before? You don't remember about anything outside of the loops.)

💫: "Before?"

🍳: Yeah. You remember, right? It was a while back...

🍳: When you protected me from that other Sadness, you know.

(Hm?)

(What Sadness do they mean? You can't remember... How important was it?)

💫: "Which one?"

🍳: Which one--?!

🍳: The one that got your eye, stupid!!!

(Oh. You remember now.)

🍳: AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!

🍳: Oh crab, you stupid crabbing--

🍳: See, I told you!!! I knew it!!! You're so crabbing stupid!!! You didn't even remember it!!! You think it doesn't matter!!!

🍳: You keep getting hurt because of me, and you don't care!!!

🍳: You can't see from one eye because of me, and you think it doesn't CRABBING MATTER!!!!!

(That's right.)

(You'd forgotten.)

(It was after you all met Bonnie. Before they started barely speaking to you anymore.)

(They weren't careful, and Sadness was about to hurt them.)

(They're so small. No one else was close enough to do anything.)

(You're the fastest.)

(So you ran and got in front of them. And you would do it again and again.)

🍳: Why did you do it, [Loop]?! Why did you do it!!! Why did you protect me!!! I don't understand!!!

🍳: You could've stayed put! I could've... I could've taken care of it!!! I was fine!!!

🍳: But nooo, [Loop] thinks they're better than everyone else!!! And you tried to protect me like a stupid crabbing idiot!!!

🍳: A-And you got hurt! Because of me!

🍳: Because of me, you can't see from one eye!!! You have a big scar!!! And you bump into things all the time, and you trip all the time--

🍳: --And you can't-- You can't see!!!

🍳: Because of me!!!

🍳: BECAUSE OF ME!!!

(You would do it again.)

💫: "It's not that big of a deal, though."

🍳: But it is!!! It really is!!!

🍳: You got hurt because of me, and--

🍳: And I don't like it!!! I don't want it to have happened!!! You should have stood there and let me be hurt!

💫: "But you would have died."

🍳: It doesn't matter!!!

🍳: If I died, it would have been fine...!!!

💫: "It would never have been fine!!!"

💫: "I could never have let that Sadness hit you!"

💫: "I know you don't like it when we say you're a child, but you are!"

💫:"And as adults, it's our responsibility to ensure you're safe!"

💫:"Did you want us to go to your sister and tell her, 'Sorry, we didn't jump to save them, so they're gone now'?!"

(You crouch down to meet Bonnie eye to eye.)

💫: "You'll always be more important than any of us."

💫: "No matter what, we'll always ensure you live."

💫: "And I'll always pick you over a blinding stupid eye."

🍳: . . .

🍳: But, [Loop]...

🍳: I don't...  I don't want you to be hurt…

🍳: I don't want you to be hurt...!!!

(You can reassure them, say sorry, and promise you'll never do it again.)

(But you would do it again.  Again and again and again.)

(If it had happened now, while you're stuck in a time loop, you'd jump in and protect them every time.)

(Because what's the alternative? Try to find a way to save them without being hurt?)

(But what if you failed? What if you couldn't do it, and they did get hurt instead?)

(What if they died because you tried to get a better ending?)

(You can't take that chance.)

(You would do it the same way again for as long as needed.)

💫: "I'm stronger now, Bonnie."

💫: "I can protect you and make sure I don't get hurt, either."

🍳: . . .

🍳: ...You promise?

🍳: You promise you won't get hurt again?

💫: "I promise."

🍳: You super promise?

💫: Super promise."

🍳: You super duper promise?

💫: "Super duper promise."

🍳: Okay.

🍳: OKAY!!!

🍳: As long as you promise, it's fine!!!

🍳: And, and... Oh!

🍳: And anyway, I protected you just now, right? If it wasn't for me, you would've been hurt! So!!!

🍳: So you can protect me, and I can protect you...

🍳: And we can protect everyone, too!

🍳: Yeah?

💫: "Yeah!"

🍳: Hehehe!

🍳: Y-You see me, right? I'm gonna touch you now!!!

(🍳: runs into your side.)

(They hug you tightly.)

(You freeze until you remember what to do.)

(Slowly, you hug them back.)

(You can't help but cry.)

🍳: [Loop]... Are you crying-?

💫: "No- my eye is just sweating-"

🍳: Ewwwwww

(You got a MEMORY OF TRAINING.)

(You'll never forget this.)

ﾟ.+:｡ When Memory of Training is equipped, your Kid will never miss when attacking

ﾟ.+:｡ Your kid also learned the skill "Billion Blows Technique". They'll be able to hit the enemy harder during battle.

ﾟ.+:｡ It's so strong, you'll only be able to use it when you've had this exact conversation. So, if you loop back to Dormont, you'll have to talk to them again. Remember that.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

very sorry, I accidentally requested when it wasn’t open, but since it is now I know you might have deleted my ask so I will say it again

if your comfortable doing so, could we have like a twisted Razzle and Dazzle seeing twisted reader again (angst) or if your not comfortable writing for RnD, same concept but with twisted Astro?

Twisted Razzle & Dazzle Seeing Twisted Reader Again!

Hey, dear anon! No worries, I'm not mad or anything! I won't delete requests anymore unless I deny them. If your request is at the bottom of my pinned post, it means I'll get to work on it eventually and it's accepted!

Aughh, I love writing for twisteds!! And angst too? Mhmm!! Count me in! I like this scenario a lot! I'm becoming more and more comfortable writing angst, hehehe! Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-It hurt them to separate their heads so they would stick together as they sit on the floor, not wanting to open their eyes or wanting to move, having tied themselves down like that. They would close their eyes and take deep shaky breaths as they rocked back and forth. It was enough to calm them down, trying to focus on other things rather than the pain the ichor was giving them. They both lost half of their faces so they stuck together their heads for each other, so that they feel at least a bit normal for once.. like they haven't lost anything.

-They would get aggressive when a twisted made noise or run in the circle they have created without knowing themselves, as if wanting others to stay away from their safe space. The anger from wanting others to stay out of their comfort zone was strong enough that they send sharp red vines to push them out of there or injure them SO good that it made them run away, teaching them a lesson and not disturb them ever. Silence calms them down, even letting them close their eyes and doze off so they won't feel the pain as much.

-Oh, but when YOU stepped into the circle a bit too loud on accident, their eyes opened immediately and they got up, shaking a lot as they shot a vine towards the direction of your footstep with pure anger but they stopped it immediately once they saw who it was... It was you, but as a twisted. Their eyes observed your twisted form as the vine retreated to the ground slowly, their anger was replaced with something else. They made their hands a tight fist as they felt miserable.

-All they could do was stare at you with the usual intense red eyes of theirs, they felt ichor run down their cheeks as they started crying. Razzle's smile becoming a frown and Dazzle opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but nothing came out, the ichor had destroyed them completely, their thoughts, their bodies as they felt negative emotions like there was no tomorrow. They watched as you took steps back slowly, understanding that this specific zone will hurt you more alongside the ichor to pass safely.

-Sometimes you needed to pass through, so you tried to be quiet, seeing as dead silent made them calm down. While the ichor has destroyed your thought process a lot, at least you could understand somewhat some things such as this. It seemed to work and sometimes you accidentally stepped a bit too loud during the end and made them stand up as they shook, looking over at you silently, observing your every single movement. Sometimes you stayed and they sat down again, gripping their shirt tightly as they tried taking deep breaths as they split their heads apart.

-Sometimes you left without looking back, only caring to pass through and not disturb them and they would just watch as you got out of their sight and they shook, oh they shook alright as some ichor tears fell out. Small glimpses of memories of you hanging out with them would come into their minds and they might get even more aggressive as they try gripping the spot that hurt the most on their heads, shaking and grunting, trying to make it stop. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts and they don't want to deal with it, they want silence.

-It would happen a lot when they kept seeing you more and more, they had a feeling that you were someone very important to them but then pain followed and they didn't know what to do, often breaking down crying as they hoped it would pass fast. They knew you were the cause but something in them didn't want to hurt you at all and they didn't know why at all. It made them frustrated as tears would blur their vision, what was with you..?! They didn't know!!

-But one time, you happened to pass by when they were super frustrated. They thought it was another twisted on this floor and shot vines in your direction as they had their eyes closed, gripping their heads from all the pain but their eyes became open immediately when they heard your cries and looked in your direction, big frowns in both faces as ichor fell on the floor from you. You had fallen down as your leg was injured and it hurt a lot, you cried as it hurt and they froze completely after they realized fully what they had done.

-They could only watch as you got up and made a run for it and that's when they realized that they were crying again. They tried to yell for you as their hands reached out and they walked towards your direction but they couldn't move that far, being tied down on the floor and all. They weeped as their legs gave out, hiding their faces in shame from hurting you. They could always try to untie themselves but it was so hard when they felt so weak after all this time.

-So they could only stay there, next to the small pile of ichor from YOU. They can always hug their knees again as they rocked back and forth, taking deep breaths, they can always sit in an opposite direction so they can't see it but the fact that it's right there on the floor will never leave their poor minds. They never shot another vines to anyone else ever again, they were shaking more and were more paranoid, not wanting to hurt anything and anyone. They just want to be alone, so they don't hurt you and to minimize the pain as much as possible. They didn't know if you will ever get close to them ever again as they only stared at the floor, trying to calm down for minutes, hours, days, you name it.

Thank you for reading! <3

[lunawagner]

Phone Calls of LADS Characters

*some parts are changed, based on the real calls I or my coworkers made in the call center, I wanted to share the ones that reminded me of them *

Luke & Kieran

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx.

Luke: The boss isn't here. Can't help you

Operator: Then, when will they be back? Can we call again later?

Luke: He's dead. They shot him finally. Good riddance.

Operator:...Excuse me?

Luke: Yeah. Gunned down. Six feet under. Don’t call again—he won’t be picking up. Guy was a scammer anyway. Serves right to that scum. You can remove everything related to him

Operator: I see..?

Operator note: User has a terrible sense of humor... probably

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Kieran: The boss isn't here. I can't help you

Operator: (already got a bad feeling) Do you know when he'll be back? Should we call back later?

Kieran: He went to Bulgaria to shoot a man. Poor guy scammed the wrong person. Our boss will hunt him down.

Operator: Uh… will he be back this week?

Kieran: Nope, it might take more than a week, you know, to clean things.

Operator:...Right

Operator note: User said the manager is on a business trip.

Sylus

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Sylus: Calling from where?

Operator: Xxx

Sylus: Say it again

Operator: ...XXX

Sylus: Miss, all I hear is meow meows, you're talking like a kitten.

Operator(offended and about to go apeshit): I'm sorry please let me repeat it, I hope you can hear this time: WE ARE CALLING FROM XXX

Sylus: Ohh, you're calling from Xxx.

Sylus: Unfortunately, I'm not interested in your services. Maybe next time.

*headache intensifies*

Xavier

Xavier(with a sleepy voice): Hello.

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Xavier: Are you calling from *famous food chain*?

Operator: No, we're calling from Xxx.

Xavier: Oh, sorry, I'm a bit sleepy, you said *famous food chain*, right?

Operator: No, we're just calling from Xxx to verify your address info

Xavier(mutters under his breath): Didn't I already write it while placing the order?

Xavier: It is *address info*

Operator: ....(hesitates, checks notes, convinces herself she informed him as it should be)

Operator: Thank you for your time. Have a good one.

Rafayel 1

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: Oh my God, I was just about to call you if you didn’t call me first.

Operator: Is there a problem?

Rafayel: Yes, there’s a big problem. I’m a famous artist, if I may say so myself. I’ve been doing this for years, and everyone knows the quality of my work and the care I put into it. However, on your platform, my rating is 4.6 out of 5, and there are no comments or explanations for that. Unbelievable! I came to know about it thanks to one of my clients, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I first saw it. On other platforms, I have 5 out of 5, it has never been lower. Seeing that 4.6, I was so upset and shocked that it took me days to recover...

Operator: .... (isn't 4.6 actually pretty good?)

Operator: You're right, it must have been really shocking. I will inform the relevant teams about your request. If there is a mistake, I'm sure they will deal with it accordingly

Rafayel: Thank you, thank you, please tell them dear. My reputation is on the line here. Honestly, I’m so affected by this, I can’t even bring myself to open your page without shaking. I don’t want to see anything related to Xxx until this is fully resolved

Rafayel 2

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

Rafayel: ....

Operator: Can you hear me?

Rafayel: I beg you...

Operator: Pardon..?

Rafayel: I beg you as a fellow human being, please don't call me. Every time I hear the phone ringing, I get really excited and rush to answer it, all happy with butterflies in my stomach. But then it's always you sellers or advertisers.

Rafayel: You're making me want to cry. You're toying with my feelings and hopes, making my life miserable. I can't take it anymore. I DON'T WANT YOUR CALLS

Operator: ...I'm sorry

Caleb ft. MC

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx

MC: Hi, how can I help you?

Operator: We're updating our database. Can I ask you a few questions about your business?

MC: Of course!

The woman sweetly answers the questions, then a man's voice interrupts

Caleb: Who is calling?

MC: They are calling from Xxx for update.

Caleb: Close the phone. They are scammers.

MC: But they didn't sound like one. Also, it's free.

Caleb: Okay, I'll deal with it. (takes the phone)

Caleb(scary voice): What do you want?

Operator:........((⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)give back my cute lady!!!)

Zayne

Operator: Hi, we're calling from Xxx. We realized that some of your branches lack important details. Could you help us?

Zayne: I apologize beforehand but how can I be sure that you're really calling from Xxx

Operator: We can't provide you with any concrete evidence on the phone, but we don't demand any private info that can harm you or your business. Also, you don't need to pay for anything. You can reach the customer support via the official website to verify our call later.

Zayne: Thank you for your explanation. Which of our branches do you want to learn about?

Operator: (looks at the screen to see 10 of them listed, screams internally )

-45 minutes later-

Zayne(smiles): Is it all?

Operator: Yes...(cries silently because nobody has been this patient with her through all of her life, and this operations manager continued to help her kindly even though it passed their lunch break)

[jazeswhbhaven]

My Very Own Demon Maid? | Being Threatened by an Exceptionally Skilled Maid Prologue | React | Spoilers

By the way, PB released the promo for this card shortly after updating the game, and I will say I like the ultimate on the card as it appears to kill multiple enemies by hanging them. Also, the booty shaking in his adore mode has me wanting to edit it with various songs LMAO I posted the money shot here because we get a bit of ballsack/gooch action

Now I'm not gonna lie I was really wondering how Levi would react being a maid after the entire event and it seems to mirror how Luci was acting in his card on how he felt as a butler.

To keep it short, Levi pretty much wants to fulfil his maid role to the fullest because he enjoyed wearing the outfit so much and craved wanting to serve a 'master' that's worthy of his service.

That means kidnapping MC (lol what's his damn deal with that), threatening them to accept being his Master, and then we finally get to the good part of the prologue where MC gets the game and starts being mean to him like how he wants. So how did we get here?

The screenshots will tell all in so little words.

Yup, Levi is out here feelin' himself. Which I'll give it to him...he looks good! Also his titties look big here idk man lol

So he kept that thang on for a while. Also confirmation of my assumption that he bathes often lol

Okay man, keep telling yourself that what helps you sleep in your coffin at night

Bring God back, I wanna see Levi be his maid.

Astra would indeed say this. She has said this 💀

Nah, what?

Oh this is cute, almost distracted me from the fact that Levi thought he could speak to me that way

LMAO NAH WTF????

Baby what is you doin???????????? Apologizing?????????

He'd just have to kill me dawg, I wouldn't be able to keep my mouth shut

As if he wasn't the one who just fucked up our throat in the first place...

He should have done that first, then it would have been a party

A reference book???? What kind of..

💀 Deadass? LMAO Belphie.... B E L P H I E

BEFORE APRIL FOOLS EVEN HIT WHY DID HE GIFT HIM THIS?

Also....ayo Belphie share your stash of hentai with me too like damn whatcha got?

MC said they'd seen enough and I was like, yup you can pretty much tell where this is going from the few pages alone. What really gets me is that Levi truly thought this is what a maid was meant to do and I find it hilarious that in his big brain he thought this was the proper way to do it. Idk it's just really funny to me yet he probably wouldn't find my belittling of his common sense amusing

Not to be that person but he was kinda asking for it back politely 💀 but he also was being a dick earlier so idc lol

I'd throw scalding hot tea in your face for choking me, but yah

Seeing him fold like this does something to me to where I don't dislike him as much anymore. Like ah yes finally you're my bitch and you better start acting like it 😌😌

So that's the prologue and I'm like well I think I can put two and two together and figure out how Levi's card is gonna go. Clearly it's going to be MC humiliating the fuck out of him which I mean cool, that's his thing anyway as seen from his past cards (excluding Attacker and Bloodshed) but there doesn't seem to be much of a build up or anything like it was with Luci's Butler card.

This also has me wondering if the other King's cards are going to be in the same format at Levi's where they just sort of roleplay randomly. If so, I'd rather them just keep it at Lucifer and Levi for these cards and give the other Kings something else. I also figure that Belphie nor Asmo would get butler cards because Belphie doesn't do jack shit in the first place unless this is finally a card where he does play into the role, and with Asmo uh....it would probably just be mindless sex from start to finish.

ANYWAYS if I do happen to see the rest of Levi's card, I'll post about it ofc. But for now...this is it lol

See y'all next time :3

[neidhart]

kcd oc 🧎🧎🧎 WHO IS HEEEEE

WOW, this is the first time someone had asked about my characters on social media, so thank you for reaching out!!

he is still a work in making, so i don't have a lot of definite lore set in stone yet, but i can talk about what i already have, and maybe do a proper post about him some other time

he's also not that much tied to the kcd plot, as he strays away from the main conflicts, just because he is an opportunist and prefers to profit from them while not necessarily taking part

this is basior (polish for a male wolf in hunter's jargon)

he's a bandit leader who roams various woods, poaches in them, terrorizes the local peasants and out of personal vendetta, attacks nobles passing by the forest trails where he currently resides

and that's mainly the idea i had for him!! i'm not very good at explaining things so my desriptions can be a little all over the place, but i'm also gonna throw in here some loose thoughts i wrote about him in order to get more familiar with his character:

Nobody really knows where he hailed from, as the man himself never spoke about his past.  There were rumours, of course, the kind you'd hear spoken in hushed whispers at places where no unwanted ears would hear them. Rumours, that claimed he was a werewolf, some swear he struck a pact with the devil, or even that he actually was the embodiment of the devil himself.  And maybe they were true. He never did anything to disperse those hearsays. Common people feared him, the nobles found him repulsive, and that gave him power and control which he very much enjoyed.  He didn't bear any personal name, at least none that mattered to him anymore. However, the people gave him a title - Basior, due to the fur cloak with wolf's head that served as a hood, which always obscured his face whenever he went hunting. It was like a second skin to him, once he wore it, it became one with him. He himself became a beast in those moments.  The man didn't care much for the name, but he allowed it, because it presented him more as a symbol or a wild animal than just a person, and that was very much to his liking. He was a threat to be reckoned with, and the forests he occupied were always treated with utmost caution, as the local residents refused to enter them at any given occasion, fearing that harm could come upon them if they dared to step inside. Strange things happened before to those who did, either they were never found again or came back so shaken, that they swore they had seen wrathful forest spirits among the trees, not just a common band of bandits.  He and his pack never lingered in one place too long, there was no reason to. It was easier for them to keep in move, as it would prevent them from being located easily by the local lords and their soldiers, who would want to deal with them for good. Outside the woods that they spent time poaching and living, they acted as scavengers and vultures - always following the trail of armies and scourging the battlefields after fights for loot and maybe even captives, if they could find some still breathing noble.  It was the only case in which he allowed nobles to stay alive upon encountering them. They were wounded, helpless, but overall - useful, if ransomed. He wasn't so merciful to those, who happened to travel through the forest paths, or the ones who hunted in the woods he occupied at the given time. Those encounters rarely ended well for those who opposed him. There was a deep-rooted hatred in his heart. At times the man thought it was the only thing that has kept him whole, the only thing that made his life thrive. And so, he fueled this spite that grew inside his heart with the blood of others.  At first, it was only of those who wronged him in some way or another, he justified his wrath as something that was inevitable. It was simply their fate. They would be judged by God after death, but why wait so long? Is it not better to quicken the process? They would die either way, as every living being. Later, he found that it didn't satisfy him anymore. He craved something else, something more fitted to his newly formed, cruel taste.

and that's basically it for now!! thank you for coming to my ted talk

[bloody-bee-tea]

Emotional Spring 2025 Day 12 - I don't want you to leave my side

Hitoshi isn't sure if he's even supposed to be here. Sure, Iida invited him to this brunch, and Hitoshi knows better than to blow his class off, but brunch is not his thing, it's not his time either and he'd really rather be asleep right now.

Patrol last night went long—more into early morning than late night—and Hitoshi has to fight to keep his eyes open. It doesn't help that he feels almost uncomfortable in his polo shirt and the jeans he chose because it's so not his style, but he knows that Iida wouldn't have liked it if he showed up in all of his tattooed and pierced glory and for all that Hitoshi likes to pretend that he doesn't care anymore what people think he still very much does.

Especially when it's his friends.

Hitoshi sighs as he notes Bakugo's eyes on him and he wonders how he upset the guy now.

Bakugo and he have a very—strained relationship, for lack of a better word. Hitoshi thinks they could get along brilliantly but there's always a silent judgement in Bakugo's eyes when they fall on Hitoshi and he never really learned how to deal with that.

Because it's not enough that he still gets stupidly nervous around Bakugo and that Hitoshi never quite managed to outgrow his misguided crush on the other hero, no, he also feels the distinct need to impress the current number one hero and no matter what Hitoshi does, he can never seem to manage that.

Hitoshi can practically feel Bakugo's eyes roaming over him and he wonders just what he sees, where Hitoshi's flaws lie that justify such clear judgement and for a moment he allows himself to wonder if he would change anything if he knew.

The thought hasn't even really passed through his mind when he can practically feel Aizawa scuffing him upside the head, calling him stupid and Hitoshi straightens up.

He doesn't need to change; he's a very successful underground hero, with a skillset that is highly sought after and a clearance so high not even Bakugo can know what he's doing and it's something to be proud of.

Hitoshi managed to achieve everything in life he always wanted to and even Aizawa said he's proud of him, so what right does Bakugo have to judge him?

"Eyebags," Bakugo greets him at just that moment and Hitoshi's eyes slide over to him.

He's missing his lip piercing something fierce right about now, because it always gives him something to fidget with and the tongue piercing just doesn't scratch that itch in the same way.

"Bakugo," he greets back, because he knows Bakugo is still calling everyone ridiculous nicknames, so neither is Hitoshi special in that way, nor is it an insult.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks, you look great, too," Hitoshi easily gives back and leans back against the wall. "Congrats on staying number one."

"Tsk. It was to be expected."

"And good on you for being humble, too," Hitoshi says with a nod and sees Bakugo's lips twitch up in a small smile.

"Didn't see you on that billboard," Bakugo says after a moment and Hitoshi narrows his eyes at him.

"I work underground. I better not be on that billboard," he gives back, because if he were it would ruin his entire career but apparently Bakugo doesn't understand that.

"Aizawa's on there these days," he remarks and Hitoshi shrugs.

Since the war Aizawa mostly stopped working as a hero and has embraced teaching, so apart from the occasional patrol he's not out there very much anymore, at least not in active roles. He's still often asked to consult on cases, just for his vast expertise, and it's clearly enough to keep him in the minds of the people because he did make the billboards this year and relatively up high, too.

"I'm not Aizawa."

Bakugo turns towards him fully at that, dragging his eyes from the top of Hitoshi's head to the tips of his feet and then back up and Hitoshi curses himself for going hot under the collar.

"Could have fooled me," Bakugo then says and Hitoshi snorts out a laugh.

Yeah, with his hair like that the resemblance is even more uncanny than it was before but the current case he's working decided a Mohawk was the way to go and Hitoshi learned not to fight his handlers on inconsequential things.

He could have tied his hair back but then his cut and tattooed sides would surely cause a stir and he already feels out of place enough. No need to add to that.

"You still doing patrols?" Bakugo wants to know and Hitoshi wonders where this sudden interest is coming from.

"Here and there," he vaguely gives back because with all his deep undercover missions he barely has time for patrols these days but that's not something he can say.

No one in this room has a high enough clearance for him to even admit that bit.

Bakugo narrows his eyes at him and Hitoshi is confused to see them blaze with anger.

"And you think that's enough?" he hisses out clearly upset by something but Hitoshi is long past allowing others to rile him up.

"If not I'll pick up another job somewhere, what's the big deal?" he shrugs, knowing damn well that it's only going to enrage Bakugo further and just like predicted Bakugo's face clouds over with anger.

"Underground has made you weak," he almost coldly says and now that, Hitoshi can't let stand.

He leans in close, allows his every-day mask to slide off his face and lets his voice take on its natural deep tone, smoothed out to perfection to make people want to listen to him and he gives Bakugo a tiny, dangerous smile.

"Underground has made me a good actor," he whispers back and watches with satisfaction how Bakugo's eyes go wide and then Hitoshi leaves him standing right there.

Bakugo really should know better than to piss off an underground hero.

~*~*~

Hitoshi has just made his first round through the black market, allowing word of his presence to spread when the comm in his ear crackles.

"Nighthide, we have a problem," his handler says and Hitoshi hums to let them know he's listening. "Dynamight was just spotted in your vicinity, posing as a civilian but we have no information of him being dispatched here."

"Fuck me," Hitoshi breathes out because talk about crashing someone's party.

"Find out why he's here and then get him out. That is your top priority right now," his handler goes on and Hitoshi allows himself one moment of anger for a mission completely derailed before he packs it all away.

Having Dynamight here is dangerous, because it jeopardises everything Hitoshi has already subtly set up here and he understands that getting him away from the black market needs to be his priority but goddammit.

Hitoshi was ready to be done with this mission so he could finally cut his goddamn hair again but it seems luck is not in his favour these days.

He doesn't verbally answer but his handler clearly knows that he understands because they rattle of the last known location of Bakugo and Hitoshi takes great care to change his route as nonchalantly as he can.

When he reaches the place where Bakugo was last seen he is nowhere in sight though and Hitoshi is already mentally cursing him for making everything even more difficult for him when he notices a shadowy figure in one of the dark alleys.

This could get Hitoshi gutted if he's off about this but Hitoshi is nothing if not confident in his abilities so he strolls into the alleyway as if he belongs there.

"Look at what the cat dragged in," he drawls out the shadow is revealed to be Bakugo and Bakugo's head snaps up, hands raised in front of him.

Hitoshi notices that not only isn't he dressed in his hero outfit but he's in sweatpants and a muscle shirt with no shoes to speak of.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Hitoshi can't help but blurt out because what the hell and Bakugo blinks at him.

"Troll doll? The fuck are you doing here?"

"My job. What are you doing here?" Hitoshi shoots back and Bakugo finally relaxes, slumping back against the wall.

"No fucking clue," he admits and drags a hand over his face. "I was at home, on my couch and then suddenly I was here. Possible long distance teleportation quirk but it doesn't seem very targeted because no one was waiting for me."

"Great," Hitoshi mutters and presses his comm to relay the information.

"We'll look into it," his handler promises. "Get him out of there before someone notices him."

"Understood," Hitoshi shortly says and starts to strip out of his hoodie.

"The hell are you doing?" Bakugo demands to know and stumbles a step back when Hitoshi throws the hoodie at him.

"I need you to put this on," he says and forces himself to not turn around to check the entry of the alley.

They will only seem more suspicious like that and Hitoshi doesn't need any more unwanted scrutiny on them.

He's dragged out of his thoughts by the feeling of being stared at and when he turns his attention back on Bakugo he sees that his eyes are roaming over his bare arms and the part of his chest that isn't quite covered by the muscle shirt he was wearing underneath the hoodie.

Hitoshi takes pride in his tattoos but he knows that it's a lot and he's faced judgement for them more than once already but Bakugo can go fuck himself if he thinks he can make Hitoshi feel bad about them.

And besides; Hitoshi no longer takes anyone's shit.

"Like what you see?" he asks, raising his eyebrow in a way that emphasises the piercing there and as if Bakugo only noticed it now his eyes roam over Hitoshi's face and his ears, taking stock of every piece of metal that adorns him.

"I have some non-visible ones too, in case you're wondering," Hitoshi says after a moment, keeping his voice silky and smooth and he knows what kind of effect he can have but he's still not prepared for the blush that creeps over Bakugo's face.

"I'm not," Bakugo snaps out and slips the hoodie over his head.

Hitoshi allows him this escape of the current topic and once Bakugo is all set up Hitoshi steps close to drag the hood over his head.

"Okay, listen here," he starts and he knows he exudes a certain amount of authority when he acts like this but he still didn't expect Bakugo to snap to attention like that. "I don't know if you've had contact with the black market before but this isn't your usual playground, so I need you to listen to me. This spreads out much further than you believe so until I give you the unmistakable clear, you're just going to assume we're not out, understood?" He gives Bakugo enough time to nod before he goes on.

"I don't want you to leave my side, once we're out there. Keep the hood on, keep your head low and for gods sake, play along to what I'm saying. We'll just pretend you're coming off a bad trip; your clothes and lack of shoes support this, but I need you to keep your temper in check. I'll do the talking and you'll follow my lead, do you understand?"

"Yes," Bakugo says and he sounds sincere enough but Hitoshi is not going to hold his breath.

It wouldn't be the first time a spot-light hero fucks him over and makes his work more difficult, so mentally, Hitoshi prepares for the worst even as he leads them out of the alleyway.

Bakugo follows him, shuffling along with his head low and not a word leaving his mouth and Hitoshi hopes he'll keep it that way until they are out.

Hitoshi isn't often seen at the black market in company so naturally this situation garners some attraction and Hitoshi talks and talks and talks until his throat is sore and his head is pounding from all the gentle, subtle suggestions he sent along with his quirk.

He can practically feel Bakugo bursting with questions at his side when he smooth-talks another criminal, making jokes at Bakugo's expense in order to get them going sooner but Hitoshi knows that he'll have to do some damage control when he comes back another day.

They are making their way through an empty alleyway and while no one is in sight, Hitoshi damn well knows they are still being watched and he prays to all the gods he knows that Bakugo heeds his warnings and sticks to the charade for now.

And for once in his life, Hitoshi gets lucky, because Bakugo stays quiet and keeps following him without complaint until Hitoshi leads them into a coffee shop two streets over.

"Okay, we're in the clear," Hitoshi says and takes out his earpiece.

"Where are we?"

"This coffee shop is run by my agency," Hitoshi tells him because it doesn't matter anymore.

Bakugo will have to sign a shitton of papers now, just for knowing Hitoshi is working a job here, so one more thing really doesn't matter.

"Thanks for not losing your temper," Hitoshi says as they wait for Hitoshi's handler to show up and Bakugo scoffs.

"I know what you think of me, but I'm capable of recognising when I'm in over my head and that was clearly more your playground," Bakugo says and then straightens up when they are approached.

"Nighthide, good work. Dynamight, I need you to come with me for a debrief."

Bakugo looks over at Hitoshi, who only shrugs and then offers: "I have my bike here, I can wait until you're done."

Bakugo rolls his eyes as he mutters "Of course you'd have a bike" but he nods nonetheless and Hitoshi gets himself a coffee and a slice of cake while he waits for Bakugo to come back.

By the time he does, Hitoshi is three coffees in and silently wondering if his handler ate the number one hero—he wouldn't put it past them—and Bakugo looks just as dazed as Hitoshi would suspect after a debrief like that.

"How deep in this shit are you?" Bakugo asks as he slides into the booth opposite of Hitoshi and he tilts his head in consideration.

"How many clearance levels did this get you?" he shoots back and Bakugo glares at him.

"Five," he breathes out and then has the audacity to steal Hitoshi's coffee right out of his hands.

"Then you're seven off to get an honest answer to that question," Hitoshi says with a shrug and Bakugo blinks at him.

"Holy hell," he then grumbles out and Hitoshi has to bite back a laugh. "You didn't use your quirk out there," he then says and now Hitoshi openly snorts.

"I'm long past needing to ask a question or having to take complete control. It's all in the little nudges you give someone. Influencing a person leaves less of a trace then taking control. It would have raised a ton of question if I used Brainwash like I used to before because several people not remembering a certain length of time is a problem. It's much easier to get people to write it off if they decide to mind their own business for a moment even though they can't quite remember how they got to that conclusion," Hitoshi explains and then squirms under Bakugo's look.

He's used to judgement, open or hidden, but the plain appreciation he sees in Bakugo's eyes is something else entirely.

"I was wrong about you," Bakugo finally says. "Underground hasn't made you soft. It made you a goddamn good hero."

Hitoshi has long since learned to control his reactions as best as possible but even he can't stop the blush that's creeping up his neck.

"Fuck off," he grumbles out and then goes even hotter under the collar when Bakugo leans back and eyes him as if he's hungry.

It doesn't help that Bakugo is still wearing Hitoshi's hoodie.

"Go out for coffee with me," Bakugo suddenly says and Hitoshi's eyes instantly fall on the coffee still clutched in Bakugo's hands, making him snort. "Somewhere your agency is not tracking our every move," he says with an eyeroll and then looks expectantly at Hitoshi.

"Fine," he agrees because he's not stupid enough to say no to a date with Bakugo.

"Good," Bakugo nods and then leans over the table. "And Shinsou?"

"Yeah?" Hitoshi almost weakly says because Bakugo's look is taking his breath away.

"Keep your nice boy persona at home, I don't care for that shit."

At that, Hitoshi outright laughs but before Bakugo can get offended he nods.

"Understood. I'll even keep the piercings in, too," he then adds with a wink and it seems Hitoshi is not the only one getting flustered here.

Well, for all that this might have ruined his mission, it certainly did work out in some ways.

[danadiadea]

Well, we just have different definitions of bravery then – I prefer keeping different categories more separate for convenience. I'd rather connect raising a child in difficult circumstances with moral strength and patience than with bravery – because a thing can be good and admirable without being brave. Though I do agree that there are different kinds of bravery – like endurance!bravery and heroism!bravery in this case, with Andromeda representing the first one then, Regulus the second, and Severus (or Harry) having both in significant quantities.

On bravery regarding illnesses – can't speak for you or your friends, but I've never thought dealing with my health problems is brave of me, since I didn't have a slightest choice, and bravery, imo, suggests making one. Yet again, I don't identify overcoming struggles as brave per se, because truly, too much things can be called brave then (anything if you try hard enough), and it blurs the meaning to me. But that's honestly more of a semantical question.

We may have different perspective on arguing because it's a very common and even praised thing to do in my culture lolol. Not as in "debate", exactly as in "arguing", but without the malicious meaning – and with a rather strong emotional approach indeed.

And we also may have different perspectives of where "personal" begins, because "you people" is a thing I quite frequently use, including in the posts that aren't reblogs at all and don't respond to anyone in particular. Doesn't mean it can't be too personal for someone – I may be too rude occasionally, not necessarily when I'm angry, though – but it's not like complaining that people can't read, don't know how to define the words they use, and say embarrassing stuff indicates any strong emotions necessarily.

And sorry, but I do think the OP was objectively wrong and their perspective is incorrect – because they've used at least several glaring cognitive traps, and cognitive traps do make me frustrated when I see them. But the thing is I would be frustrated after I saw it either way – I hate encountering something wrong and knowing it's wrong and leaving it as it is. If I adress the wrongness though, I walk away all good. Like way better than when I try to ignore it. Frustration at someone using shitty arguments appears not because you respond to them, but because people use shitty arguments.

The strict dichotomy between a debate and an argument is false – one can engage in both. And yeah, I do consider it pleasant to find someone a jerk and write them about it sometimes! Not everything should always be about meaningful debate and being heard, occasionally you just see something unreasonable beyond measure and want to bitch about it; or write some anti stuff in your OP because you feel like it. If anything, it's mostly funnier to make. It also usually pushes me to search for better points.

I admit I should've checked if the OP was a minor, though. Yeah, it was too blunt then, that's on me. I keep forgetting I am not a minor myself anymore so I should consider that aspect when engaging with someone💀

Regulus ‘Sacrificed my life so that one day the dark lord may be weakened enough to be defeated’ black

Andromeda ‘Defied my family to marry the love of my life and had a daughter, resulting in both of them dying in the war, only for me to step up and look after my grandson’ tonks

Narcissa ‘Lied to the most dangerous man’s face just to protect my son, leading to the death of said dangerous man’ Malfoy

But sure..

Severus ‘bullied a kid because he has the girl who never loved me’s eyes’ Snape

is the bravest slytherin ever

[thecherrygod]

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[doomedyuri]

anyone just like haha! i don't know what i want in/from/out of life anymore haha! haha...