#I just made them worse XD

[dephoraowo]

I feel like some people in the fandom need to go read a dictionary because where on earth does the novel even show Wei Wuxian having a hero complex?

The novel literally shows the opposite:

The suction from within Biling Lake was growing progressively more powerful. While Wei Wuxian’s sword excelled in dexterity and agility, a lack of strength just happened to be its weakness, and it was forcefully pulled to lower and lower altitudes until it was close to the surface of the lake.

Wei Wuxian steadied himself while yanking on Su She with both hands, shouting, “Somebody come help! If I can’t get him up, I’m gonna have to let go!”

And this:

“Stand back,” Lan Wangji said. “You are not needed here.”

Wei Wuxian humbly took his advice and backed off. He backed all the way to the entrance and took a peek outside. Wen Ning was in the middle of stoically strangling Song Lan, lifting the man by his neck and slamming him into the wall, creating a giant man-shaped hole in the process. Song Lan, also expressionless, seized Wen Ning’s wrist and flipped him over, crashing him into the ground. Loud, incessant bangs and booms accompanied the battle between the two stone-faced fierce corpses. Neither side could feel pain, nor were they afraid of injuries. Unless they were cut to pieces, they could keep fighting no matter how many limbs they broke.

“There doesn’t seem to be a need for me here either,” Wei Wuxian mumbled to himself.

If the fandom is so desperate for a guy with a hero complex, they don't even need to worry. We already do! In fact, mxtx was so generous, she literally gave us two!

Wei Wuxian was observing the terrain as he fled around, setting off flames. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through his arm. He looked down to see he had been shot by an arrow.

As it turned out, the Lan sect disciple whom Lan Wangji had glared at earlier had found a bow and arrow abandoned by the Wens and tried to shoot at the yao beast. Perhaps because of the beast’s fearsome savagery and agility, the boy’s hands were panicked and unsteady, and the shot had flown astray and pierced Wei Wuxian instead.

Wei Wuxian had no time to pull it out. He struck the ground again, calling forth another surge of flames.

“Back off! Don’t make more work for me!”

The sect disciple had wanted to fell the yao beast with a single shot to its vital spot, in hopes of regaining some of the face he’d lost earlier. Who could’ve thought it would turn out like this? His face flushed progressively paler as he fled into the water.

Let's not forget this scene:

Before walking away, Wei Wuxian repeatedly exhorted him to sit still and not to move. At least they weren’t too short of money—he had a habit of hiding small change in various corners of his clothes, which came in handy now. He walked around and bought food and dry rations to prepare for the long journey ahead. It took him less than an incense time to grab everything, after which he immediately returned to the spot where they’d separated.

But Jiang Cheng was gone.

...

Jiang Cheng struck a palm at him. The strike was so weak and feeble that Wei Wuxian did not even sway.

“Hit me all you want. As long as it makes you feel better.”

“Did you feel it?” Jiang Cheng asked.

Wei Wuxian was momentarily taken aback. “What? Feel what?”

“My spiritual power. Did you feel it?” Jiang Cheng pressed him.

“What spiritual power?” Wei Wuxian asked. “You didn’t use spiritual power at all.”

“I did.”

“What exactly… What did you say?”

Jiang Cheng repeated himself word for word. “I said, I used it. I used all my spiritual power and then some for that strike. So I’m asking you—did you feel it?”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, falling quiet. After a moment, he said, “Try hitting me again.”

“Forget it,” Jiang Cheng told him. “No matter how many times I hit you, the result will be the same. Wei Wuxian, do you know why Core-Melting Hand is called that?”

Wei Wuxian’s heart sank.

“Because his hands can dissolve golden cores and render the victims unable to form new ones,” Jiang Cheng continued. “Their spiritual power will dissipate, reducing them to nothing more than ordinary humans. And an ordinary human in a cultivation clan is good for nothing. They can only live out the rest of their common lives, abandoning all dreams of ever ascending higher.

“Wen Zhuliu dissolved Mom and Father’s golden cores. Once they lost the ability to fight back, he killed them.”

Wei Wuxian’s mind was in turmoil. At a loss as to what to do, he murmured, “…Core-Melting Hand… Core-Melting Hand…”

Jiang Cheng laughed grimly. “Wen Zhuliu, Wen Zhuliu. I want to seek revenge. I have to. But how can I? I don’t even have a golden core anymore, and I’ll never be able to form a new one again. So how am I going to take revenge? Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…”

Wei Wuxian’s legs gave out from under him. He stared at Jiang Cheng, who seemed to have gone insane. Words failed him.

No one knew better than him just how competitive Jiang Cheng was. How much he valued his own cultivation and spiritual power. And with a single strike, Core-Melting Hand had shattered his cultivation, self-esteem, and hope for revenge to smithereens!

Jiang Cheng howled with laughter like a madman. He lay back down on the bed with his arms spread open and abandoned himself to despair. “Wei Wuxian, why did you save me? What’s the point of saving me? To let me live on uselessly while I watch the Wen dogs run rampant?”

...

Though awake, he remained motionless, not even flipping over and asking where they were. He wouldn’t eat or drink. It was as if he was interested only in dying.

“Do you really want to die?” Wei Wuxian asked.

“I can’t get revenge even if I live, so I might as well die. Who knows, maybe I can even turn into a malicious ghost,” Jiang Cheng said.

“You’ve gone through Soul-Tranquilization Rites since you were a kid. Even if you die, you won’t turn into a malicious ghost,” Wei Wuxian commented.

“Since I can’t seek revenge dead or alive, what difference does it make if I live or die?”

After that, Jiang Cheng didn’t speak again.

...

Jiang Cheng’s mind and face were both racked with confusion. “Then why was I able to pull it out?”

“Because the sword recognizes you as Wei-gongzi,” Wen Ning answered.

Lan Wangji stood up, lifting an unconscious Wei Wuxian on his back.

“What do you mean, it recognizes me as Wei Wuxian?” Jiang Cheng snapped. “How?! Why me?!”

“Because the golden core presently channeling spiritual power in your body is his!” Wen Ning snapped back, even harsher.

...

“Your golden core was never restored,” Wen Ning said. “It was completely dissolved by Wen Zhuliu! The reason you thought it was restored was because my jiejie, Wen Qing—the best doctor of the Wen Clan of Qishan—cut Wei-gongzi’s golden core from his body and used it to replace yours!”

Jiang Cheng’s face went blank for a second. “Replaced mine with his?”

“That’s right!” Wen Ning said. “Why do you think he never used Suibian again, and never carried his sword with him when he went out? Was it really because of some youthful indiscretion? Did he really enjoy it when others spoke ill of him behind his back or to his face, saying he was rude and had a poor upbringing? It was because bringing it along would be pointless! You see…if he brought his sword along when he was invited to those banquets and Night Hunts, there would inevitably be someone wanting to duel or spar with him for whatever reason. Without his golden core, he had no spiritual power. If he drew his sword, he wouldn’t last long at all…”

Jiang Cheng stood dumbly rooted to the spot. He looked queasy, and his lips quivered. He even forgot to use Zidian as he suddenly dropped Suibian to the ground and struck Wen Ning on the chest with his hand.

“You’re lying!” he bellowed.Wen Ning was forced a couple steps back from the blow. He picked up Suibian from the ground, sheathed it, and pushed it against Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“Take it!”

Jiang Cheng unconsciously took the sword. He didn’t move but looked at a loss as his gaze turned toward Wei Wuxian. He would have been fine if he hadn’t looked. But when he did, Wei Wuxian’s despondent expression and ghastly pale face—with blood still gathered at the corners of his mouth—was like a hammer smashing his heart. Moreover, Lan Wangji’s gaze chilled him so keenly he felt like he had plunged into a frozen cavern.

“Take that sword and go to the banquet hall, the drilling grounds, anywhere,” Wen Ning said. “Order everyone you come across to pull it from its sheath and see if anyone can! Then you’ll see if I’m lying! Sect Leader Jiang, you…you are such a competitive person. All your life, you have been competing with and comparing yourself to others. But know this—you could never have compared to him!”

...

Out of the blue, Lan Wangji asked, “Is it painful?”

“What?” Wen Ning said.

“Extracting one’s core. Is it painful?”

“Lan-gongzi. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you no, would you?”

“I assumed Wen Qing would have found a way.”

“Before going up the mountain, my jiejie prepared many anesthetics in hopes of alleviating the pain of extracting his core. But later, she realized such medication would be completely useless. If the subject is in a numbed state when the golden core is extracted from the body, it affects the core’s stability. It becomes harder to prevent it from dissipating.”

“…Therefore?” Lan Wangji probed.

Wen Ning pausing in his rowing. “Therefore, the subject of the golden core extraction procedure has to be completely conscious for its full duration.”

He had to be conscious as he watched his golden core be cut from his meridians and extracted from his body. He had to feel his surging spiritual energy gradually subsiding, calming, turning ordinary—until it became a pool of stagnant water that could no longer make waves.

It was a long time before Lan Wangji found his voice again. It was a little raspy, and the words he spoke seemed to tremble. “Its full duration?”

“For one day and two nights,” Wen Ning said. “He remained conscious throughout.”

“At the time, how confident were you of success?”

“About fifty percent.”

“Fifty percent.” Lan Wangji soundlessly drew a deep breath and shook his head. He repeated, “…Fifty percent.”

His hand tightened its hold on Wei Wuxian’s waist, gripping so hard his knuckles turned white.

“After all, no one had ever conducted any sort of core-swapping procedure before,” Wen Ning said. “My jiejie had written essays on the subject, but they were only theoretical. No one would ever let her experiment on them, so the theories remained untested. The sect’s seniors said she was indulging in flights of fancy, that the idea was completely impractical. They knew no one would ever be willing to extract their golden core and give it to someone else—because if they did, they would be fundamentally crippled. They would never reach the pinnacle of their ability but would remain mediocre the rest of their life.

“So when Wei-gongzi returned to seek us out, my jiejie was reluctant to even attempt the procedure, at first. She warned him that writing an essay was one thing, but actually doing it was quite another. She wasn’t even confident she’d have a fifty percent chance of success.

“But Wei-gongzi kept pestering her. He said fifty percent was fine; the chances of success and failure were equal. Even if it didn’t work out and his core was wasted, he wasn’t worried about his future—but that wasn’t the case for Sect Leader Jiang. He was too competitive, too focused on what he stood to gain and lose in this aspect, since cultivation was his life. And if Sect Leader Jiang could only ever be an ordinary, mediocre person, his life would be over.”

Definition of hero complex:

A hero complex, also known as a saviour complex or hero syndrome, is a psychological phenomenon where a person seeks recognition for being a hero. Hero complexes can be detrimental to the lives of others and put innocent people at risk.

A person with a hero complex may:

- Create situations where they can be the hero and resolve them

- Take responsibility for problems that aren't theirs to solve

- Offer unsolicited advice

- Overstep boundaries

- Strive to be the ones to save the day, no matter the odds or situation

In the examples above, we can clearly see that Wei Wuxian knows his own limits. If there is something he can do to help, he will help. HOWEVER! He will not help if he knows that it isn't within his own capabilities because there's a chance that, if he fails, he might ruin the situation further and make things worse than it is! And I know people will be using this as a refute, so I will also say it here. Wei Wuxian will not make risky decisions UNLESS THERE IS NO OTHER CHOICE! None of the novel's textual evidence mentions any kind of instances in which he acts "recklessly" with his own life in a situation where any other action other than risking his life would have achieved the same or better results. If there are safer options, he will not make such decisions.

This is the direct opposite of Su She and Jiang Cheng. Su She was clearly trying to save face by killing the Xuanwu of Slaughter, "playing the hero," but he failed, either due to lack of skill or just not in the right headspace, and made things worse.

In Jiang Cheng’s case, I honestly don't know why he distracted the guards. Did he do it out of love, or was he just trying to "play the hero?" I say this because the novel didn't even say that the guards spotted Wei Wuxian. It just says they were patrolling around the area. If he did it out of care for Wei Wuxian, why didn't he take responsibility? If he really did try to save Wei Wuxian from the guards, why was Jiang Cheng not willing to live with the consequences? Did he not expect to be captured by them? He overestimated himself if that's the case. And he made things worse for Wei Wuxian because after that stunt of his, he just wanted to die. Not only that, he literally made his own sacrifice into Wei Wuxian's problem. And how could Wei Wuxian, who had just promised Jiang Cheng's parents to take care of him, let him die like this? So Wei Wuxian was forced to give up his core to give Jiang Cheng a reason to live. (Honestly, Jiang Cheng could still live as a normal person. He could still lead the clan as a normal person since a clan follows bloodline. Doesn't matter if he is competent or not, core or no. We literally have Jin Guangshan leading the Jins for goodness sake, does that man even know how to fight? Jiang Cheng just can't stand being an average dude, which is so ironic because in Wei Wuxian's second life, he literally became an average dude, even with a core. Man couldn't even defeat Jin Guangyao.)

[ikemenomegas]

so since you said before in a previous post that satoru is basically always possessive and is the most jealous person and in another post, he'd act clingy towards you in public or something along those lines, when he feels jealous. say, he's around his students and sees someone persistently flirting with his alpha, would he show his jealousy in that moment or would he wait for a more private moment?

Gojo gets a little more reasonable as he gets older so that's at least one thing in your favor😅. Yeah, his life of entitlement makes him jealous and possessive and he has a terrible sense of "personal boundaries" because his are always up. So even though it's really not socially acceptable, he will get in your and anyone else's space if he wants to or feels the need.

When the situation allows, Satoru will indulge in a playful expression of his inclination to jealousy and possessiveness. However, the question you ask is pretty broad...

If it's just some stranger and you don't realize this other person is flirting, having the students around to witness Satoru's moods only holds him back or changes the way he's going to expresses his feelings, it wouldn't stop him as long as it's not deadly serious. (... look at the very cringe worthy violin teacher bit)

If it's something a little more uncomfortable, like you know this stranger is flirting and can't get away from it, Satoru has no issue being rude to people in public and the students know he's like this, so he'll steer you away or casually guide an encumbrance into the way so you have an opening to leave. (He would call you from across the street and be obvious about it haha). He might bribe or convince the students to help stage a distraction/intervention. He once sent a very young Megumi to pose as your implied son and fetch you back.

If it's necessary for you to talk to this person, maybe for business purposes, and he realizes they're flirting, he will wait until you get what you came for or let you deal with it yourself. If he's hurt at all by your inability or unwillingness to stop this person from flirting with you but is in a delicate situation, he will wait until you get home to maybe go a little feral. He dislikes that he wants the reassurance, but he is more likely to want it. If he can though, he'll melt and pout all over you right away and you should take him out for a quick ice cream or dinner.

If it's another sorcerer and tied in with clan politics, that's where Satoru is really good at walking a line where he can say something that looks normal written down, but everyone in the vicinity understands that this is Gojo-sama, the Six-Eyes user, the strongest sorcerer, and you do not lay hands or eyes on his mate, you do not assume that his having an alpha in any way changes his position in the clan structure, and you do not offer disrespect by association in approaching his alpha with an intention towards seduction.

Also, I feel like I'm not saying this well so I do want to clarify that (the way I try to write the typical au characters), Gojo doesn't act jealous or possessive because of a lack of trust or "ownership" in the objectifying sense. The more obnoxious part is that it's more about having your attention - if it's on someone else, it's not on him. He knows that alpha would not cheat on him, but he also has human emotions - he's just really bad at behaving in a socially acceptable manner about them. Admittedly, it never feels great when someone is implying that they could steal your partner.

Idk his "jealousy" is hard to explain because it doesn't come from a place of insecurity, it has nothing to do with a lack of trust, it has to do with Satoru being an unreasonable demigod who's used to acting on emotions in the moment when he can get away with it, but also because he knows you could walk away because he'd let you. That's one rule he's always subconsciously stuck to - he's not going to force you to stay. Yes, he's always had everything he can physically ask for, but Satoru has been forced into a lot of things his entire life.

He never outright manipulates anybody (in the way of setting up situations to back someone into a corner. If they let him know who they are, he's going to use that information but that's not as dark as it could get). He refuses to actually play politics in general. He's remarkably innocent in the way he relies on earnestness and the threat of potential obliteration as his tools to get things done, they're pretty honest all things considered.

So he's not going to blame or criticize, he's not going to yell or belittle or go all creepy possessive on you. His public persona makes it seem like he would do these things regardless of who's around, but we've seen repeatedly that Satoru is painfully, remarkably rational, almost to the point where he'll lay aside any personal feelings about a situation if it makes sense to do so. He acts out when he can, but it's seldom as chaotic as the higher ups seem to think it is. I guess what I'm saying is he's got boundaries and rules that he follows, it's just that the lines are so far away from what most people experience, this makes him look completely unhinged and he plays this up because when people expect unpredictability from him, it's so far played to his advantage.

[eddis-not-eeddis]

Dealing with newcomer's embarrassment gets easier if you are surrounded by people you have no respect for.

[hauntingblue]

Luffy screaming "Sanji, food" out of habit when looking for him.... oof

[askshivanulegacy]

YTA. Somebody needs to touch grass. If you're obsessing over who's reblogging your stuff, you clearly have too much time on your hands.

Either make things unrebloggable or ... block people who are doing nothing to you, I guess??? You're definitely being way too nosy and judgmental if you're out there trying to dig up "dirt" on people just to moderate who can and can't reblog your things, when these people are doing nothing but standard fandom stuff.

The fact that they choose to reblog your art should be celebrated. Sorrynotsorry that people who are enjoying the show the way it was presented to them are showing their appreciation for artwork. Sounds like you need to accept that there's at least two mainstream ways of viewing the show and your way is not the gospel truth. And even if it was, it literally doesn't matter because all kinds of fans will have all kinds of different views.

aita for writing a callout google doc about myself because people who i find annoying keep reblogging my art

ok basically theres a pairing i like thats only hated in the western side of the fandom, everywhere else its literally the most popular, but due to mistranslations and "popular fanon", most english speakers think one of the characters involved is a child, and assume everyone else does as well.

people like this keep reblogging my non-ship related art, and i dont want my stuff on their pages. so i wrote a callout google doc about myself to send to these people to get them to delete the reblogs (and hopefully share the callout too)

it was tiring, but hey, its working.

What are these acronyms?

[krysmcscience]

Did somebody say Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear? I think somebody said Bill shouldn't be allowed to swear. Thanks to that, have these retooled The Good Place jokes:

The "powers that be" can refer to either the Theraprism staff, the Axolotl, or just. Ya know. Disney in general. Or all three! Whichever you think is funniest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The "party" Bill's referring to is Weirdmageddon, of course. He was quite the ashhole to everyone back then.

Ford has probably gotten pretty good at the 'tune out your psychopathic ex with dank memes' challenge.

It must be very cathartic to be able to make Bill shut up whenever you want with just the press of a button. I'm sure Ford doesn't abuse this ability at all.

Oh, sure, 'Not now,' he says, before he immediately backs out of the newly-made hole in the Theraprism wall. 🙄

Don't worry, Bill doesn't get far.

also yeah i know this one doesn't have an attempted swear - i just wanted to use the joke because of the massive stink-eye involved in it because it makes me laugh

⬇️ More goofs beneath the brief ramble if you wanna skip it lmao⬇️

Why is Ford even there, you might ask? Well, he either decided he preferred to watch Bill suffer in person over being distantly and repeatedly harassed with the same evil desperation book for the rest of his life, or he got roped into some kind of contrived community service for 1.) all his many counts of interdimensional thievery, and 2.) his ignoring all the very clear warnings to NOT summon Bill in the first place (which I like to imagine is also illegal). Theraprism staff were just like, 'Wait, this guy matters to Bill? Ooh, we can USE that! It might be the only thing that can help him want to get better!' It is not considered that throwing Ford at Bill so soon after Weirdmageddon could instead make them both WORSE - in new and altogether special ways! :D

Anyway, I'm calling it the Community Service AU, and I am most likely not going to do anything else with it beyond appropriating these silly Good Place jokes. So, feel free to adopt the concept if y'all wanna??? Just make sure that Bill is still not allowed to swear, no matter what, full stop. It's gotta be a real linguistic corkblork of a situation for him, is all I'm sayin'.

Finally, have these bonus Good Place jokes, but with Handyman!Bill this time:

'Opposite tortures' doesn't sound so bad...at least until it's an all-powerful chaos entity known for torture saying it.

you may think i forgot mabel's cute pink cheeks but the truth is that i did in fact forget but then immediately stopped caring which makes it okay, SHHHHHHH

And, finally:

lmao this is shit

True facts, if you cram Season 1 Eleanor Shellstrop and Michael into a singular triangle shape, they turn into Bill Cipher. This is science, look it up. Or don't, and just trust the source that is me, bro.

Anyway, I should be in bed, y'all have fun with these, I guess. Tune in after like a week or so and maybe I'll have an addendum to my comic about how Bill was drawn naked for karaoke night. Because him actually being naked was not the only thing I considered as a plausible explanation. XD

Also if you see any inconsistencies or errors in any of these comics, No You Do Not :D

Also also, reblogs are rad as hell and I appreciate every single one, just don't repost, please and thanks. Every time a repost is made, an artist somewhere cries. :,)

[xichilie]

i have a request, it would be funny if like phainon or something caught mydei and his secret friend or cuddling or anything that’s innocent but clearly intimate and romantic and when he tries to tell the others they try to ask mydei and his friend but they deny and don’t ever get caught and so everyone ends up just accidentally making phainon think he made it up or was hallucinating

This would actually be hilarious, it kinda gives Phineas and Pherp with their sister vibes. XD

Mydei x (fem)reader x (phainon)

Phainon’s Spiraling Descent into Madness (Probably)

Phainon hadn’t planned on witnessing something so earth-shattering today. He was simply out running errands, minding his own business, when he turned a corner and saw them.

Y/N and Mydei.

Cuddling.

Phainon stopped dead in his tracks.

He blinked.

No. That can’t be right.

But there they were. Y/N, leaning comfortably against Mydei, his arm loosely wrapped around her, their body language exuding a level of closeness he never thought possible.

Mydei. The same Mydei who acted like human interaction was an inconvenience. Who could incinerate someone with a glare. Who barely tolerated anyone.

And yet, here he was. Looking comfortable.

With Y/N.

Phainon had to clutch his forehead. Am I dreaming? Did I die? Am I dead?

He took one slow step back, then another, before turning on his heel and walking away. This needed to be reported immediately.

Phainon burst into the room where the other Chrysos heirs were gathered, his chest heaving as he pointed a dramatic, shaking finger toward the air.

“You guys. You will not believe what I just saw.”

The others looked up from their activities, blinking at him.

Aglaea, ever the composed one, set down her book. “You look… disturbed. What happened?”

Tribbie fluttered her wings excitedly. “Ooh! Did you find treasure?”

“Or did you get in trouble again?” Castorice asked, sipping her tea with that eerie calmness she always had.

Phainon shook his head. “Worse.”

The group collectively leaned in.

“I saw—” He took a deep breath, still not fully believing it himself. “I saw Mydei and Y/N cuddling.”

Silence.

Then—

“WHAT?!”

The room erupted.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Tribbie practically teleported over, grabbing his sleeve. “You’re telling me that Mydei? Our Mydei? Was cuddling?!”

“I—YES!” Phainon threw his hands up. “I saw it with my own eyes! They were all cozy, like—like a couple! Or something!”

Aglaea looked genuinely intrigued. “That… does not seem like Mydei at all.”

Castorice, despite being the calmest of the group, actually set her tea down. “Describe everything. Exactly what you saw.”

Phainon dramatically recounted the scene—how Y/N had been leaning against Mydei, how he had his arm around her, how neither of them looked even remotely annoyed about it.

By the time he was finished, everyone looked equally as shocked.

“I mean…” Tribbie tapped her chin. “Y/N is always hanging around him, but like—cuddling?”

“Mydei must be dying inside,” Castorice muttered, crossing her arms. “Or possessed.”

“That’s what I thought!” Phainon exclaimed. “I swear, I thought I was hallucinating!”

Aglaea narrowed her eyes. “There’s only one way to know for sure.”

Phainon straightened. “Which is?”

“We ask them.”

A few hours later, the Chrysos heirs confronted Mydei and Y/N.

Mydei stood there, arms crossed, face set in stone. Y/N blinked at them in genuine confusion as the group surrounded them like investigators about to crack a case.

“Alright,” Aglaea started, stepping forward. “We have one very important question for you two.”

Mydei’s expression was already annoyed. “What?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Did something happen?”

Phainon squinted at them suspiciously before taking a deep breath. “Were. You. Cuddling.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Mydei scoffed. “What?”

Y/N blinked. “Cuddling? Us?”

“Yes, you!” Phainon nearly threw his arms in the air. “I saw you two together! Mydei had his arm around you! You were leaning against him! You looked comfortable!”

Y/N laughed. “Are you serious?”

Phainon froze.

The way she said it—like he had just said something completely unbelievable.

Even Mydei’s expression didn’t shift. He simply gave an unimpressed look and deadpanned, “You’re hallucinating.”

Phainon’s eye twitched. “I AM NOT.”

Mydei shrugged. “We weren’t cuddling.”

Y/N tilted her head at Phainon, her expression genuinely puzzled. “Phainon, are you feeling okay? Maybe you saw something else?”

The Chrysos heirs looked between them—they seemed so genuine in their confusion.

“Wait…” Aglaea crossed her arms, thinking. “Phainon seemed pretty convinced. If it wasn’t cuddling, what was it?”

“Probably the sun frying his last brain cell,” Mydei muttered.

“HEY!” Phainon glared at him.

Y/N simply shook her head, still looking puzzled. “I don’t remember anything like that happening.”

Phainon’s entire reality started to shake.

No. No, no, no, I saw it. I know I did.

“You’re messing with me,” he said slowly.

Mydei raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re messing with yourself.”

Was he?

The others still seemed genuinely curious, looking back and forth between them. But Mydei and Y/N? Completely unbothered.

Phainon gritted his teeth. “I. Saw. You.”

Y/N just looked at him sympathetically. “Maybe you need some rest?”

Rest.

REST?!

Aglaea placed a hand on Phainon’s shoulder. “Phainon, maybe… you really did imagine it?”

“Yeah,” Castorice added, though she still looked skeptical. “I mean, Mydei cuddling?”

Phainon was spiraling.

“NO. NO, I AM NOT IMAGINING THIS!” He pointed at them. “YOU’RE GASLIGHTING ME!”

Mydei tilted his head, utterly unbothered. “Are we?”

OH TITAN HE IS.

Y/N just smiled. “You really might’ve misinterpreted something.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Then what exactly did Phainon see?”

“Who knows?” Mydei replied smoothly. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t cuddling.”

Phainon clutched his head. Was he losing his mind?

Did I actually imagine it?

The more they denied it, the more he started to doubt himself.

Aglaea gave him a sympathetic look. “Maybe it was just a weird angle?”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

The more time passed, the more he started believing them.

Had he really… imagined it?

Was this the end of his sanity?

Was this how he died?

Maybe he had hallucinated it.

Maybe.

Maybe…

No.

No, he couldn’t have.

But as he looked at Mydei’s stone-faced, unwavering expression, and Y/N’s gentle, innocent confusion, he realized���

They had won.

And the worst part?

He couldn’t even prove them wrong.

Phainon wasn’t crazy.

At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t.

But over the past few weeks, things had started to feel off.

It started small. Little things.

One day, he had walked into the training grounds and spotted Mydei and Y/N standing too close, whispering.

Their heads were tilted toward each other, Mydei’s usually-annoyed expression softer than Phainon had ever seen.

Then, just as quickly as he had noticed it—Mydei pulled back, and Y/N turned away.

By the time Phainon took a second look, they were standing normally, talking like nothing was strange.

Weird.

Then, it happened again.

He swore he saw Mydei tuck a stray strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. But when he blinked—Mydei was already gone, walking away as if he had never been there.

Weirder.

And then—

Phainon had just been passing by Y/N’s home when he glanced through the open window.

And there they were.

Mydei had an arm draped over Y/N’s shoulders, her head resting comfortably against his chest. The two of them looked relaxed, peaceful, completely at ease.

Phainon’s mouth dropped open. “Aha! I knew it!”

He blinked.

And suddenly—they weren’t cuddling anymore.

Now, Y/N was sitting at a completely normal distance from Mydei, casually reading a book. Mydei sat beside her, looking as bored as ever, arms firmly crossed.

Phainon’s jaw hung open. “…What.”

Had he just—imagined that?

He knew what he saw. But now, it was like the moment had never happened.

It didn’t make any sense.

And then, over the next few days—it kept happening.

One moment, Mydei and Y/N would be too close. Their hands nearly touching, their voices lower than usual, their gazes lingering.

And the next?

They were standing apart like two completely normal people.

It was starting to drive him insane.

At one point, he actually went to the other Chrysos heirs and begged them to believe him.

“I swear I saw them cuddling on the couch!” he insisted. “I saw Mydei holding her! With my own eyes!”

Aglaea arched a brow. “Are you certain?”

“YES.”

Tribbie tilted her head. “Did you blink?”

“What?”

“Maybe you blinked and imagined it.”

“I did not imagine it!”

But the others just looked at him like he was the crazy one.

Even Castorice, who rarely spoke, gave him a blank look. “Perhaps,” she mused, “you should rest.”

Phainon felt his soul leave his body.

This was Mydei’s fault.

Somehow, some way, Mydei was doing this on purpose.

And he was going to prove it.

Even if it was the last thing he did.

[thethronezone]

We all know children, especially the younger ones, can be absolutly ruthless in their comments. Sooo how would the dads react to be annihilated by their child, either by a offhand comment or because they gave them sass. And to make it even worse there were witnesses XD

When Mortarion gets back home from a long campaign, all he wants to do is see his kid, ok? But the moment he steps into their room, they scrunch up their nose and frown. "Ewww, you smell like rotten egg." Mortarion pauses, knowing that he sometimes goes nose-blind. Tries to subtly catch a whiff of his own scent. Excuses himself to go and take a bath. Feels a tad embarrassed, mostly because he saw a serf choke on her own spit when his kid made that comment.

Fulgrim and his child, a teenager at this point, gets into an intense argument. It escalates when his kid calls him a "senior citizen". Fulgrim actually finds himself at a loss for words at that, so offended that he can't help but gape uselessly like a fish. The space marines nearby share a wide-eyed look and quickly vacate the area, just in time for Fulgrim to go on a ten minute rant about how he'd not old, how rude that was, children should respect their parents and all that jazz. His kid feels satisfied knowing they won that argument.

It's one of those days when the nails in Angron's head are causing him immense pain and making him lash out at everyone around him. Sadly, this includes his kid who he ends up yelling at sometimes. His kid, used to this and completely over it, turns to the closest person, a new space marine, and goes "You'll have to excuse him, he gets cranky when he's hungry." Angron grits his teeth enough that it causes his gums to bleed but leaves before he can say, or do, something he'll regret.

One of the things Magnus enjoys doing the most is teaching his child new things. Whenever they understand something, the moment it clicks in their brain, their eyes sparkle in a way that reminds him so much of himself. Today's lesson is special, about ancient Terran history. Magnus, wanting to test his little one, decides to ask them if they have any idea how he knows all of these facts. His child thinks about it for a moment, brows furrowed in deep contemplation before they look up to meet his gaze. "Because you're very old." Magnus face twitches before he breaks out into a wide smile and chuckles. The idea that his little one thinks that he's old enough to have experienced the Terra of old... it's more charming than it is offensive.

As they get older, Perturabo gets into quite a lot of fights and arguments with his child as they grow more and more independent and stop listening to him. During one of these arguments, Perturabo calls his kid childish because they refuse to do as he say. Their reply? "I AM a child, what's your excuse?" It's only the presence of other people that keeps Perturabo from blowing up, otherwise he would have started yelling at them at full volume. Instead he bites his tongue, grits his teeth and immediately sends them to their room, telling them that they are grounded and that he will come up with a suitable punishment for mouthing off.

Alpharius and Omegon are told that their kid asked for them and so they show up in their room, only to be met by a face that looks very disappointed when they see them. The twins tilt their heads and ask if their child didn't call for them. The child huffs. "No, I did, I just meant the fun Alpharius." Turns out, none of them are the 'fun' Alpharius, that's some random Alpha Legion marine. Neither of them know how to feel about this.

Lorgar is watching with pride as his little one is making friends with some children, standing a fair distance away together with the other parents. Close enough to hear what the kids are talking about but far enough to give them a sense of space. The other children start talking about what their parents do for a living. Lorgar's child listens attentively and when it's their turn to say what he does, they puff up their chest with pride. "My father spends a lot of time on his knees". Lorgar can't help the laugh of surprise that escapes him. He awkwardly explains to the other parents, who suddenly can't look him in the eyes, that his child is talking about praying.

It happens sometimes that Horus tells his child how much they remind him of himself. One day, he says that they look a lot like he did when he was their age and that they are probably going to grow up to look like him too. His child suddenly looks very distressed. "Does that mean I'm also going to be bald some day?" they ask while staring at the top of his head. Horus throws his head back and laughs, taking no offense to the statement. He ruffles his child's hair. Not unless you shave it, little one!" Only laughs more when he sees how relieved his child looks.

So Konrad's kid is in their rebellious teenage phase and Konrad is not handling it well. They argue quite a lot and Konrad can get quite nasty when this happens. His kid, however, can get equally nasty, as made evident during one of their more intense arguments after Konrad makes a remark about them making bad life choices. "Father, with all due respect, when you were my age you used to eat rats and run around in the nude, slaughtering criminals with your bare hands. I believe I am doing quite fine in comparison." The serfs scurry out of the room, the Night Lords hold their breaths and Konrad bites his tongue so hard it bleeds. After a few seconds, he tells his kid that fine, to do whatever they want and not to come running back to him when it blows up in their face.

Sanguinius wants to show his child, who is still very young, that not all planets of the Imperium are the same, so he brings them to different worlds. One of the worlds he brings them to is an agri-world. His little one is very fascinated by the whole thing, especially the animals. Sanguinius is happy they are enjoying themself when suddenly they grab his one of his hands and point at something. "Look dad, it's you!" Sanguinius turns his head... and sees a goose hissing at them. He's got to cover his mouth with his other hand in order to stifle his laughter. The Blood Angels accompanying them has to do the same. Sanguinius is not offended, he just finds it charming.

It's one of those rare times where Corvus brings his little one with him to Terra. During this visit, his kid happens to meet Malcador for the first time. Corvus stands behind his kid as Malcador talks to them. Malcador asks his child if they like visiting Terra. Corvus' child nods. "Yeah, it's fun, I get to meet a lot of new, exciting people. Dad don't get out of the house a lot, that's why he's got no friends." Malcador laughs with such intensity that he wheezes and Corvus has to look away to hide his embarrassed expression, his pale cheeks turning a dusty pink.

It happens when Ferrus is in his workshop, where he's been for a couple of days straight, working away on a new project. He's interrupted by his child who peeks into the room and he scolds them for it. His child, rather than looking remorseful or saying sorry, looks at him in clear disappointment and goes "This is why you don't have any friends, dad" and closes the door. Ferrus just stands there, slack-jawed, wondering if he heard them right. He looks at the other people in his workshop, all who are desperately pretending to have not heard a thing. Ferrus snaps his mouth shut and goes back to work, trying to not dwell on how much truth his child's words held.

It's a calm day for Rogal and his child is sitting on his lap as he does paperwork. He talks to them while he's working, explaining just what he's doing. He feels very proud because it appears his child is listening attentively to what he has to say. Suddenly, his kid turns their head to look him in the eyes. Rogal assumes that they have a question and pauses his explanation. Instead, his kid frowns and says, with quite a disgruntled tone, "Dad, you're very boring." Rogal blinks slowly, shares a look with the Imperial Fist standing guard by the door who looks equally surprised, then looks down at his kid. He grumbles. "It might still be a bit over your head..."

One day, Vulkan is asked the question all parents are eventually asked: where do babies come from? Vulkan explains that when two people love each other, sometimes a baby grows in one of them and that person gets a really big stomach in the meantime because of this. His child stares at him for a long time. They they stare at his stomach, confused. "I'm having a sibling?" It takes a second for Vulkan to understand what his child means but then he's laughing.

Lion is lecturing his kid on the importance of honor and duty. Again. It's something they have heard countless times before and they find the whole thing tedious. Under their breath, they mutter "Rich coming from someone that used to wipe with leaves." Of course their father hears what they said and pauses in the middle of his tirade, brows furrowing and nostrils flaring with offense. The room goes quiet, the Dark Angels desperately trying to pretend they didn't hear anything. Lion punishes his kid for their disrespect by sentencing them to aid the serfs in the kitchen, peeling potatoes and stuff for a month.

Leman is very happy with the way his little one gets along with the fenrisian wolves. His kid will play with them, run with them, feed them and it makes him feel proud. One thing he does not understand however is their insistence on burying their face in the wolves still wet fur after they have been given a bath. Witnessing this behavior, he one day decides to ask them. His kid peeks up from the dripping wet fur of a wolf and smiles innocently at him. "Because it smells like you, dad!" It takes Leman a couple of seconds to realize that apparently, his kid thinks he smells like wet dog. Huh. He looks around the room, trying to catch the eyes of the serfs, but they are all staring at the ceiling, refusing to meet his gaze. Double huh.

As a man that cares about legacy and duty, Jaghatai tells his kid that when he gets really old and frail, that they will take over after him. His kid, the little rascal that they are, looks him dead in the eyes and says "Oh, so soon then?" Jaghatai has to physically stop himself from smiling, finding their quick wit very charming, and simply ruffles their hair. Tells them that it will still be a long time before that happens, don't worry child. Does, however, shoot his White Scars a quick glare when they won't stop snickering like gossiping old ladies. He's not THAT old.

Roboute has a certain preference for the garbs of his home planet, togas and tunics. Sadly, not all planets have the climate for these to be worn comfortably so Roboute has been forced to wear more standard Imperial clothing for a while now. He hadn't realized his child had only ever seen him in these kinds of clothes until one day, when he finally puts on a toga, they stare at him for a few seconds before going "Are we poor?" Poor Roboute doesn't know what to say at first. The Ultramarines in the room are not meeting his gaze, desperately looking away so not to burst out laughing. He desperately tries to explain his heritage and the quality of the cloth to his child who really does not appear to get it.

[batlovebites]

Wait, no one asked for Beast Rq yet??? I’ll do it then anyway! XD (no rush, take your time!) Reader x Burning spice Hc’s if please!

Oh, I love Burning Spice! The perfect first beast request for me! These are sort of non-specific general thoughts and might be a liitle ooc but I think in general its fair to expect the beasts would act a little different regarding people they actually care about as opposed to the situations we see them in in-game.

Burning Spice Cookie x Reader [Headcanons]

Burning Spice is... interesting. He will say that he expects you to have your own strength, to protect yourself; Present a very 'survival of the fittest' mentality. Part of him even believes it.

But the moment he sees you in any actual danger which you are unequipped to handle, which he know you are not strong enough to survive, it lights up some part of him he has long tried to bury; The part of him from eons ago, that was torn apart further bit by bit as each precious civilization he helped to create crumbled inevitably to the scorching sands of time, until only the smallest shred remains. He will say it will be the last and only time he will save you. He's lying to you about that as much as he is himself- how foolish of him, to let himself grow fond of another fragile, doomed thing again.

Usually is more inclined to want a partner that is strong, but can also oddly find himself smitten with someone he perceives as weak and vulnerable; He likes being challenged as much as he likes being made to feel that he's holding all the power in any given situation, so either works for him.

Always the big spoon when cuddling. Not much of a cuddler generally because he doesn't stop and stay still for long enough to do so very often but when going to bed he'll always hold you close. And tight. Once he falls asleep you are stuck in bed until he wakes up because he has an iron grip on you.

Also on that note he generates so much heat. You will not want to be sleeping with a blanket on when sharing a bed with him you will sweat to death within minutes. Its nice when its cold out, though.

He might let you you lean on him as you walk by his side when its cold out to help warm you up. If he's in the right mood, he might even just fully carry you; He does enjoy any excuse to show off his strength, even if something like carrying you is hardly anything compared to the feats he can accomplish.

He likes you to be watching any kind of fight he partakes in. Preferably tucked away somewhere away from the actual danger if you're someone unable to fight, but he's prideful and knows no boasting words can ever match you getting to see the full extent of what he's capable of.

His antenna are pretty sensitive to touch. You can use this to mess with him but watch out because you Will get whatever you give twofold in turn; For better or worse.

[shaiyasstuff]

hellow^^ idk how this request thingy works but i’d like to ask for the fluffiest cutest fluff of how the lads men will react to mc being a bit bold(??) like trying to hold hands with them something like that, considering that mc is a shy person? sorry for this😭😭 this has been bugging me for like a week now and i just want to satiate this need of mine hehehwhahsgsg

also, it’s actually me being shy to my bf even after a year of dating and i still get shy with holding hands and everything with him😭😭 i love caleb A LOT😔😔🫰🏻 sorry again, tmi i guess😭😭😭

omg i would love love LOVE to write this for you! sksks that is so cute?? i’m actually quite the extrovert myself so seeing really shy people sometimes baffles me XD i decided to write this in a more comedic tone because i find that it really starts getting you giggly sksksk tell me if you don’t like it though🥹

here is your request written beloww (unfortunately i do not write for caleb at the moment, forgive me? :<)

Had this request since forever, i’m sorry it took so long :p

Rafayel

You didn’t mean to do it.

It just kind of… happened.

One minute, you were staring at your laptop screen, chewing your thumbnail like it owed you money, and the next minute your pinky was just… there.

Sitting next to his. Touching. Breathing the same air.

You immediately wanted to die.

Abort. Abort. Emergency.

But Rafayel had already noticed. Of course he had. Because the universe was cruel and Rafayel was worse.

“…Y/N,” he said, slowly. Like you were a wild animal. Like he was trying not to scare you off. “Are you… are you trying to hold my hand right now?”

“No,” you said immediately.

“But your finger—”

“It slipped.”

“Your entire hand is slipping.”

“I’m testing gravity.”

He blinked at you. Then blinked again. Then full-body collapsed onto the floor like his soul had been forcibly ejected.

“I’m gonna die,” he announced from the floorboards. “This is it. I’ve seen heaven and it’s pinky-first hand-holding.”

You covered your face. “Please shut up before I actually ascend out of shame.”

He peeked up at you with the gentlest smile you’d ever seen him make. It made your stomach somersault like a traumatized gymnast.

“I’m not making fun of you,” he said softly. “I’m just—really happy you touched me first. Even if you did it like you were defusing a bomb.”

You didn’t reply. You were too busy malfunctioning

Zayne

It took you an hour to decide.

You stared at his hand on the armrest like it was a medieval relic. He wasn’t even paying attention.

Just watching a video, arms crossed, frown in place. Classic.

You, on the other hand, were over here doing breathing exercises like you were prepping for a hostage negotiation.

Okay.

You could do this.

You very, very slowly reached out. Your fingers hovered above his like a crane game, shaking slightly. You were sweating. This was fine.

And then—just barely—you touched the side of his hand.

He flinched like you’d tazed him.

You yanked your hand back like you’d been caught trying to steal government secrets. “S-sorry—I—I didn’t mean—!”

He turned his head so fast you thought you heard a vertebrae crack.

“You were trying to hold my hand.”

“No! I mean yes—I mean not in a weird way—I just—” You were halfway to curling into yourself like a shy little bug.

Zayne stared. His ears red.

Then—slowly, rigidly—he reached over and took your hand. Very carefully. Like it was made of glass and explosives.

“…Next time,” he muttered, still looking straight ahead, “just do it.”

You nodded, eyes wide.

“Don’t make that face,” he added, glancing at you. “I didn’t hate it.”

Your heart did a full backflip into a vat of molten embarrassment.

“…I’m gonna go scream into a pillow,” you whispered.

“Do it later. I’m not letting go.”

Sylus

It was fine.

Everything was fine.

You were just sitting next to Sylus on a rooftop. Casual. Chill.

No thoughts. No anxiety.

Definitely not staring at his hand resting by his thigh like it was the holy grail.

Nope. Not you.

You were normal. Totally not planning an emotional ambush. Not at all.

You were. Obviously.

You scooted an inch closer. Then another.

Then—half an inch, just for good measure.

Your pinky hovered next to his like a drone on low battery.

Your heart was sprinting.

Your soul had already left the building.

Just do it. Just hold his hand. It’s not illegal. You won’t die.

You might die. But in a cute way.

You reached out.

Your fingers brushed his hand.

Then you froze.

Like a raccoon caught in the headlights. Staring. Horrified.

Sylus glanced down immediately. Then up.

You felt his eyes on your face like a heat sensor. You could feel him trying to process it.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and so casual it made it worse.

You made a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a power outage.

Sylus blinked. Slowly. Dangerously.

“…Were you trying to hold my hand?”

You instantly pulled your hand back like it had betrayed national security. “N-no—I mean—I was just stretching—like—finger yoga—”

“Finger yoga,” he repeated, deadpan.

You nodded, face burning. Your entire nervous system was filing for divorce.

He didn’t speak for a second. Just watched you. Unreadable. Then—

“Come here.”

Your soul ascended.

But before you could combust entirely, he reached over and—gently, deliberately—took your hand in his.

Fingers cool, firm. Careful. His palm fitting against yours like it was meant to be there.

You short-circuited. Fully.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you,” he said, voice low and just a little amused. “Didn’t want to scare you off.”

You stared at your hands. Then at the skyline. Then back to your hands.

You were never speaking again.

“…You’re still shaking,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I—I’m fine,” you managed. Barely.

“You’re adorable.”

You died. Right there. On that rooftop.

Sylus just smiled to himself and didn’t let go.

Xavier

You had rehearsed it in your head.

Five times. Okay, fifteen. Whatever. You had a plan.

You were going to accidentally reach for the popcorn bowl on the same side he was sitting, and your hand would maybe land near his. Just near.

Not even touching.

Just close enough to give yourself a heart attack.

So, of course, what actually happened was this:

You reached for the bowl.

You missed.

You smacked his hand.

And then. You panicked and just grabbed it.

Full-on, uncoordinated finger spaghetti.

“Oh,” Xavier said.

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

Words had abandoned you. Your mouth made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a dying phone battery.

His thumb brushed against your knuckles. Slowly. Deliberately.

“You’re trembling,” he said, voice low, warm.

You wished for the sweet release of spontaneous combustion.

“I—I didn’t—s-sorry—I wasn’t—I was just—snack—popcorn—”

“You’re adorable,” he said gently.

You made a noise. It wasn’t human.

“I mean it,” he added, quietly, like he was afraid to scare you off. “It means a lot. That you tried.”

You didn’t answer.

You just nodded and looked at the wall like it had personally challenged you to a duel.

[chrissssssmut]

yandere idol sisters (yes, like sisters in blood) Sumin and J x male reader feat. yandere STAYC?

Our Manager, Ours alone

Yandere STAYC Sumin & J x Male Reader

AN: Yipee!! I am still writing as i post this XD. Enjoy this one!

You weren’t sure why the last manager quit.

It was odd—someone in charge of the most successful idol duo in the world wouldn’t just leave without a good reason. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was burnout. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something else.

But none of that mattered now. What mattered was that you were their new manager.

Sumin and J.

Siblings, stars, goddesses in the eyes of their fans. They had the entire world at their feet. Sold-out world tours, constant chart-topping hits, luxury brand deals. They weren’t just popular. They were a phenomenon.

And you, just some guy with a decent resume, were now the one in charge of keeping them in line.

At first, it wasn’t hard. The two sisters were professional—always on time, always working hard, always treating you with a surprising amount of respect. They even went out of their way to make you comfortable. You expected them to be difficult divas, but they weren’t.

If anything, they were too perfect.

Too obedient. Too kind. Too invested in your comfort.

It was flattering at first.

Then it got unsettling.

The first time you felt something was off, you were at their practice room late at night.

"Manager-nim," Sumin called out in her soft yet commanding voice. "You’ve been working too hard. Sit down for a bit, okay?"

You were about to refuse, but then J grabbed your wrist. Her touch was light, but firm enough that it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Don’t be stubborn," she pouted. "You take care of us, so we should take care of you too, right?"

The way she said it—like it was a fact, like it was a rule—made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Still, you sat down.

They both smiled.

You should have paid more attention to that smile.

It started small.

Sumin would linger behind after practice, chatting with you even when she was clearly exhausted. J would always be close, sitting next to you even when there were plenty of other seats available.

Then it got worse.

Your phone started blowing up with messages from them at odd hours.

Sumin: "Manager-nim, I miss you already."

J: "Come over. We’re bored."

One time, you casually mentioned you liked a specific cologne. The next day, both girls smelled exactly like it.

When you asked about it, they just giggled.

"What? We just want to smell nice for you," Sumin teased, eyes shining with something unreadable.

J tilted her head, watching your reaction closely.

"Do you like it?"

Something about the way she asked made your skin prickle.

You laughed it off.

You shouldn’t have.

One night, after a grueling schedule, you were finally heading home. You were drained. The only thing on your mind was sleep.

Then your phone buzzed.

J: "Manager-nim, can you come to our dorm? It’s important."

Your stomach twisted. Something felt wrong.

But saying no wasn’t an option.

So you went.

Their dorm was quiet when you entered. Too quiet.

"Sumin? J?" you called out.

The door shut behind you. The lock clicked.

Sumin stepped out of her room, wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie—your hoodie, the one you thought you lost weeks ago.

J was right behind her, barefoot, her long hair slightly damp like she just got out of the shower.

"You came," Sumin whispered, smiling.

"You always do," J added.

Your heart pounded.

Something was seriously wrong.

"You said it was important," you said carefully.

"It is," Sumin said, stepping closer. "It’s about us. About you."

J circled behind you, her fingers brushing your arm, your back, your shoulders.

"We don’t want another manager," J murmured.

"We only want you," Sumin whispered.

The way they spoke—gentle, sweet, and completely unhinged—made your stomach drop.

You took a step back. They stepped forward.

"Don’t be scared," Sumin cooed, tilting her head. "We won’t hurt you. We love you too much for that."

"Too much," J echoed. "You’re the only one who understands us. The only one who stays."

You reached for your phone.

Sumin snatched it away.

Your breath hitched.

"Don’t do that," she scolded, shaking her head. "You don’t need anyone else. We take care of you, right?"

J giggled. "So why do you keep trying to run away?"

Run away? You weren’t trying to—

…Were you?

You swallowed hard.

"Girls," you started carefully, "I think you’re just tired. Maybe we should—"

Sumin placed a finger over your lips.

"Hush," she whispered. "Just stay."

J hugged you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder.

"You belong to us, Manager-nim," she breathed. "And we don’t let go of what’s ours."

You wanted to believe it was a dream.

That the night before was just some exhaustion-fueled hallucination, that Sumin and J weren’t watching you like a pair of caged tigers ready to pounce.

But the warmth on your wrist was real.

Sumin’s grip was tight, her fingers curled around you in a way that was both delicate and inescapable.

J was still sitting on the floor, her head resting against the mattress, watching.

She smiled when she saw your eyes open.

"Good morning, Manager-nim," she said softly.

Her voice was light, gentle—like nothing was wrong, like you hadn’t woken up in a trap of silk and shadows.

Sumin stirred beside you, blinking the sleep from her eyes before tightening her hold.

"You didn’t run," she murmured, her voice pleased.

"I— I didn’t—"

"You didn’t try," J corrected, tilting her head. "That’s good. That means you’re starting to understand."

"Understand what?" you asked, forcing your voice to stay calm.

J’s smile widened.

"That you’re ours."

They wouldn’t let you leave.

Not yet.

"Just for today," Sumin had said sweetly, still clinging to your arm. "We barely get time with you outside of work. It’s not fair."

J sat beside her, her eyes sharp despite her pout.

"You don’t want to make us sad, right?" she whispered.

There was something dark beneath those words. A weight. A warning.

And so, for the next few hours, you were theirs.

They never left your side.

If you tried to stand, one of them would grab your wrist. If you reached for your phone, they’d take it away with a soft giggle and a "Not yet, Manager-nim."

They made you breakfast.

Fed you, even.

J held out a spoonful of food, her dark eyes watching your every move.

"Eat," she murmured.

You hesitated.

Sumin leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear.

"Be good for us."

Your hands clenched under the table.

You could feel it now—the invisible chains wrapping tighter and tighter.

They let you go. Eventually.

But not before Sumin pulled you into a hug.

"You won’t ignore us, right?" she whispered.

You froze.

"I—"

J was suddenly behind you, her fingers brushing your shoulders.

"Right?" she echoed.

You exhaled slowly. "…Of course not."

Sumin smiled.

J giggled.

"Good boy."

To everyone else, nothing had changed.

Sumin and J were still the bright, perfect idols they had always been.

And you were still their loyal, dedicated manager.

No one saw the way their hands would linger too long when they touched you.

No one heard the way their voices would dip into something darker when they spoke to you.

No one noticed the way they watched you, like they were waiting for something.

No one noticed how trapped you were.

Not even you.

Not yet.

But you would.

Oh, you would.

You thought you were careful.

You thought no one had noticed.

But someone did.

Her name was Minji, a senior staff member at the company, someone who had been around long enough to recognize when something was off.

And when she looked at you—when she saw the way Sumin and J clung to you, the way their eyes followed you like a predator watching prey—she knew.

"You’re not okay, are you?" Minji asked one evening after the girls had left for rehearsal.

You forced a smile. "What do you mean?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"Don’t play dumb."

You swallowed hard.

She sighed, leaning against the door. "Look, I’ve been in this industry for years. I’ve seen obsessive fans, controlling managers, and toxic relationships. But this? This is different."

You didn’t say anything.

"You’re scared of them."

Your breath hitched.

Minji’s gaze softened. "I can help you," she whispered. "We can get you out of this."

Hope flickered in your chest.

A plan was made.

Tonight.

After the girls finished their live broadcast, Minji would create a distraction while you slipped out. A car would be waiting near the back entrance. You just had to make it there.

It was simple.

It was perfect.

And it was doomed from the start.

The broadcast ended. The girls returned to their dorm, exhausted and distracted—just as planned.

Minji gave you the signal.

You moved.

The hallway was empty. The exit was close. Just a few more steps—

A soft giggle froze you in place.

Sumin.

She was standing in the middle of the hallway, her eyes half-lidded, her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

"Where are you going, Manager-nim?"

Your blood ran cold.

Minji appeared beside you, her face tight with fear.

"Sumin, go back to your room," she ordered, trying to keep her voice steady. "This isn’t your business."

Sumin tilted her head.

"Not my business?" she echoed.

Then she moved.

It was fast—too fast.

Before Minji could react, Sumin was on her, knocking her to the ground.

A sharp gasp filled the hallway.

Minji’s eyes widened in horror.

Sumin’s hand was over her mouth.

And in the other—

A knife.

The blade sank into Minji’s stomach, a sickening squelch breaking the silence.

Minji thrashed, muffled screams escaping between Sumin’s fingers.

"Shh," Sumin cooed, pressing a finger to her lips. "You’re being too loud."

Minji’s body jerked. Blood pooled beneath her.

Her screams faded into wet gurgles.

You stumbled backward.

Run.

You had to run.

You turned and bolted down the hallway, heart hammering against your ribs.

A door burst open.

J stepped out, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"Manager-nim," she purred. "Are we playing hide and seek?"

Panic surged through you.

You ducked into the nearest room, pressing yourself against the wall.

Footsteps.

Slow. Taunting.

J was searching for you.

"Come out, come out," she sang softly. "I don’t like it when you hide from me."

You held your breath.

Then—

Pain.

A sharp, burning agony in your leg.

You collapsed with a strangled cry.

J was crouched beside you, her knife dripping with fresh blood.

"You always try to run," she murmured, tilting her head. "It’s cute."

You crawled away, panting.

A shadow loomed over you.

Sumin.

Her hands were covered in blood.

She was holding Minji’s ID card, twirling it between her fingers like a trophy.

"You betrayed us," she said softly.

You shook your head frantically. "I—I’m sorry—"

"Sorry isn’t enough," J whispered.

Sumin knelt down, cupping your face with bloody fingers.

"You need to be punished."

Darkness swallowed you whole.

You woke up bound to a chair, your wrists tied so tightly that the rope burned your skin.

The room was dim, lit only by soft, flickering candlelight.

Sumin sat on the bed, watching you with a serene smile.

J was beside her, holding something in her hands.

A scalpel.

You trembled.

"Sumin, J," you croaked, voice hoarse. "Please—"

Sumin traced a finger along your cheek.

"You’re ours, Manager-nim."

J pressed the scalpel against your arm, the cold metal making you shudder.

"You won’t leave us again," she whispered.

Then she dragged the blade down.

Pain bloomed.

You screamed.

They giggled.

The torture continued.

Cuts. Burns. Gentle whispers of love mixed with the sharp sting of punishment.

And then, when you were broken and trembling, when your mind could barely process anything but pain—

Sumin kissed your forehead.

J cradled your face.

"Now," Sumin murmured, stroking your hair. "You’ll never think of leaving again."

J smiled, pressing a bloodstained kiss against your lips.

Tears blurred your vision. Your body trembled, the raw sting of fresh wounds sending waves of agony through your nerves. You couldn’t move—not with the ropes digging into your skin, not with the weight of their eyes pressing down on you.

"Please…" Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Please… forgive me…"

Sumin tilted her head, a slow smile curling on her lips. "Forgive you?"

J giggled, twirling the scalpel between her fingers. "That’s funny, Manager-nim. Really funny."

You sniffled, your breath coming out in broken sobs. "I—I won’t try again, I swear. Just… please…"

Sumin sighed dramatically, standing up from the bed. "J, do you think we should forgive him?"

J hummed, tapping the blade against her chin. "Mmm, I don’t know. He did try to leave us. And we can’t have that, can we?"

Your stomach twisted.

Sumin turned to you, a gleam in her eyes. "You need to understand something, Manager-nim. We are your world. You don’t need anyone else."

She took a step back, reaching for something on the nearby dresser. The dim candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the room.

Music started playing.

A soft, slow melody.

And then, to your horror, Sumin and J started to dance.

It was hypnotic, the way their bodies moved in sync, the way they swayed to the rhythm with eerie grace. But it wasn’t just a dance.

It was a performance.

For you.

Their eyes never left you, their smiles never faltered.

"You’re so lucky, Manager-nim," Sumin purred, twirling effortlessly. "You get to see us like this. Just for you."

J giggled, flipping her hair as she moved closer. "Imagine what we could do if you tried to escape again."

Sumin’s voice was honeyed, dripping with something dark. "We could break your legs this time. Then you really wouldn’t be able to run."

"Or maybe we could take one of your fingers," J mused, stopping right in front of you. She trailed the scalpel along your shoulder, not deep enough to cut, but enough to make you shiver. "Wouldn’t that be fun?"

Tears slid down your cheeks.

J leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear. "We could cut your vocal cords, too. That way, you wouldn’t be able to call for help."

Your breath hitched.

Sumin clapped her hands together, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Oh! I almost forgot!"

She skipped over to the dresser, pulling open a drawer. A moment later, she turned back around, holding something in her hands.

A stack of ID cards.

Your heart stopped.

Sumin walked toward you, humming softly. "Do you remember all those people who tried to ‘help’ you?"

She held up the first ID.

Your blood ran cold.

It was Minji.

She flipped to another.

One of the company’s security guards.

Another.

A fellow manager you used to see around the building.

Another.

Your friend, Hyunwoo.

Your stomach twisted violently.

No.

No, no, no.

"You always asked why you didn’t see them anymore, right?" Sumin giggled, dropping the IDs onto your lap. "Well, now you know!"

J clapped her hands excitedly. "They all wanted to take you away from us. We couldn’t let that happen, could we?"

You choked on a sob.

"Don’t cry, Manager-nim," Sumin cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek with her bloody fingers. "They were just obstacles. And now, they’re gone."

J smiled, pressing her forehead against yours. "And you? You’re still here. With us."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

But you couldn’t.

Because this was real.

And it was only going to get worse.

Sumin sighed, stretching her arms above her head. "I think it’s time for more fun, don’t you?"

J grinned, gripping your chin between her fingers. "Yes. Let’s make sure Manager-nim never thinks of leaving us again."

The pain started again.

And this time, they didn’t stop until you couldn’t even dream of escaping.

[primalsouls]

your eyes

'malipo' kinich x m!reader

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you I've got a smile on my face

theme: general, fluff

warning: none, i think, maybe a bit ooc?

summary: (name) has been crushing on a certain saurian hunter for a while already and wayna was getting tired of just watching him stare at the hunter with loving eyes with no plans of making a confession. just how long until kinich notices?

notes: got some inspiration lol i finally got kinich a couple of nights ago xD I was so happy, so I started writing this fic for him lol hope you like it! reblog & comments, any feedback is appreciated!

(colored) eyes stared at the back of a certain saurian hunter. he was talking to one of the tribe’s elders. (name) sighed. a longing gaze watching the dendro user walk away with a small bag of mora in his hands, his annoying companion yapping away beside him about any little trait he could use to berate the other. with kinich out of sight, (name) returned to sorting through a box full of gems but another figure blocked his way, startling the young seller.

“you keep staring at him like that, he’ll feel holes burning in the back of his head.” joked the tribe's chief Wayna, a playful smirk displayed on his features. (name)’s cheeks burned, a pinkish hue decorating across them. “c’mon, when are you going to tell him? you’ve been pinning him since the day you came from Inazuma.” wayna added with a tilt of his head and his arms crossed firmly over his chest. (name) glared at him lightly, smacking the chief’s arm while gesturing to shush. 

“shut up! you can’t say that aloud.” (name) huffed, walking over to the chief to return to his latest shipment. part of him regretted telling wayna about his secret crush on the dendro hunter. well, more like the older man found out within the first few weeks after (name) arrived in huitztlan and got rescued by kinich and the self-centered dragonlord k'uhul ajaw in a near-death attack by some of the wild saurians. Wayna, of course, teased the inazuman merchant for a while about his little secret crush on the hunter after promising not to spill it out to anyone else, especially on kinich, or worse, ajaw. but wayna was getting a little tired of the electro user just staring at the guy whenever he was around. it had been almost half a year since (name) came to natlan. he was surprised kinich didn’t sense those yearning glances… yet. maybe he already noticed but doesn’t bother looking into it. maybe he didn’t. wayna was curious now. 

wayna sighed, shaking his head. “young people these days.” he said, looking over the seller roamed through his shipment. “you two aren’t staying any younger. you should confess, (name).”

“and for what? to get rejected? get made fun of and berated by the oh-so-great dragonlord k’uhul ajaw?” (name) said through gritted teeth, annoyance sipping into his tone. “i’ve rather died in the night kingdom than confess my feelings to kinich.” wayna winced at the last part of (name)’s statement. not wanting to get electrocuted, wayna simply patted (name)’s head and walked away to attend to other matters in the tribe. the merchant clicked his tongue before moving around his little shop to display the new various gems he received from kirara. as he pulled out another small box with more gems stored inside it, (name) noticed a pretty gem that had a familiar color of a familiar pair of eyes. oh, great. now kinich was beginning to affect his line of work. maybe he should confess… but how? no, maybe he shouldn’t. his feelings are only going to get hurt and he would have no choice but to move back to inazuma. archons, his mind tends to be exaggerating. 

(name) shook his head. maybe next time. when he has enough courage to confess his pining feelings. 

the gem matching kinich’s eyes was too pretty. (name) had no choice but to make it into a bracelet. it looked beautiful. just like kinich. ugh. he just can’t get rid of him. The saurian hunter kept plaguing his mind every day and night. his heart raced at just the mention of his name. (name) frowned. he put the bracelet away in his pockets as he walked down the dirt path leading to the scions of the canopy. he was still a long way from home. (name) had a delivery he needed to do personally, to make the gems the customer asked for delivered safely and he did so by delivering them himself. he should have just hired kirara. it was a long walk. too long. 

“you pathetic, lizard-brain worm! you dared tried to defy the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw!? you truly dared to invite the wrath of the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw, a sovereign of the nation of flames!”

(name) paused. he recognized that voice. that aggravating voice. even from this distance, he could feel it getting under his skin. but if ajaw was nearby… does that mean he was too?

biting his lower lip back, (name) debated eavesdropping into their conversation. he shouldn’t but… archons, he sounded like a creep thinking this, he wanted to see kinich. it had been almost a week since he last saw him. it was just a little glance. that’s all. 

quietly walking over behind a tree, (name) peeked over the trunk. ah, there he was. standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as he let ajaw talk his ears off. but it wasn’t just him there. the legendary traveler and their companion paimon were there, too. (name) honestly didn’t pay attention to the other three. His longing gaze was set on the dark-haired dendro user. 

wow. how can a human being like him be so pretty and strong-willed?

(name) sighed with a heavy heart and blinked. but when he looked over to where kinich stood, said hunter was gone. oh, no. the other three were still arguing with one another, so where had kinich gone to?

“i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.” a voice spoke lowly behind him. (name) let out a small, frightened shout at the sudden presence of kinich behind him. his eyes widened. his face flushed brightly. his words quickly registered into his mind before shaking his hands in defend. 

“wha-wha-what are you ta-talking about?” (name) cursed mentally for his nervous stutter, his (colored) eyes looked anywhere but at the saurian hunter. 

“that longing look in your eyes… noticed it for a while now.” kinich answered, uncrossing his arms as he took a step closer to (name), who instead took a step behind. and they continued for a bit until his back met the tree, kinich never breaking eye contact. 

(name)’s brows furrowed, his anxious gaze staring down at the ground beside him. a hand went into his pocket where the bracelet was, trying to see comfort from it. 

getting no response back, kinich tilted his head as he leaned his face closer to (name). he was a few inches taller than him, finding the little height difference endearing. “started noticing it after the first month you stayed in the canopy. the way you have this yearning look in your eyes. they’re always set on me. you wouldn’t even flinch whenever i caught your stare.” oh, no. (name) inwardly groaned. he must have zoned out as he stared openly at the claymore wielder. the merchant wanted to dig a hole and died in it out of embarrassment. so kinich knew for half a year. how humiliating. 

“i-i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry. i just, um.. I…” (name) was at a loss for words. he was sure his face was as red as those dendrobiums that appeared around the shipwrecks in nazuichi beach. his heart beat so fast, he was afraid it was going to burst out of his chest. part of him hoped so to avoid this worst-case scenario. 

kinich shook his head at the unfinished apology. “there’s no need to say that.” he started, his own gaze now looking at the tree behind (name)’s back. “i’ve…been having the same longing look, too… towards you. for a while now.” kinich said, pulling himself together to look into (name)’s eyes, after said seller found the courage to do so too. he stared down at the other with a small intense look in his eyes before shifting his gaze back towards the trio he left behind. “i’m not busy right now. ajaw is busy with a couple of behavioral teachers right now, so… would you like to take a walk back to the canopy?” kinich offered his arm towards (name). The electro user stared at him in shock before smiling timidly, taking his arm in his own. 

“that will be lovely.” (name) had a feeling wayna would be too surprised the moment they arrived at the tribe. his smile grew a bit, already feeling the teasing miles away. at the very least, things turned out in a good light, unlike what his overthinking mind had clouded inside his head. (name) was happy with this outcome.

[startheskelaton]

I bet you ain’t ever seen Soundwave without his helmet before XD

In all seriousness though, I like to head cannon that Sparkplug feels more comfortable/confident with her helmet thanks to Soundwave, and that Soundwave was the one who gave Sparkplug her helmet as present.

I’m sorry to ask but are you ok with me sharing my headcannons about the one spark au?

Allow me to go on another tangent.

I realized with this AU, the main core of the story is the battle between extreme selflessness and extreme selfishness, and how they can dictate someone’s actions for both better and worse.

With Sparkplug in particular, she inherited a huge amount of heroism from Optimus Prime. She dose what she believes to be the right thing, even if it leads to her embarrassing herself because she misread a situation. She wants to make everyone happy because that’s just what she feels is natural. However she also inherited a sense of self worth from Megatron. If she believes she can do something, she will not stop until she can prove to everyone she’s capable. This also makes her extremely stubborn and prone to emotional outbursts. Even though she’s been given opportunities to thrive, she rejects them because that’s not what she wants to do. However the problem for her lies within her knowing that these parts of her are inherited from her parents. And that she is mostly defined by her parents.

Selfless: “I have a responsibility to live up to others expectations because they need to know that prime isn’t gone. If I don’t jump in when I see someone possibly getting made fun of, then I might have ignored someone in need of help. I’m gonna become stronger so my parents will feel safe enough let me become a scout”

Selfish: “I hate that people see me as a replacement, it wasn’t my choice to exist. If I don’t prove I’m a good person then everyone is gonna assume I’m evil like my dad. I don’t care if I could breeze by as a medical assistant, I’m gonna become a scout to see the world and prove everyone wrong”

So this is where the Soundwave helmet comes in.

The helmet was a gift from Soundwave to a young Sparkplug. A very prideful gift but a nice one. With it, Sparkplug developed the Shatter persona. This was essentially just her, but without the burden of responsibility and public judgement. She finds herself looking up to Soundwave a lot because for the most part, he sees her more like one of his cassettes then anything else.

So she plays it up with the persona. Because that would mean all of her personality traits were inherent to her, not given by someone else. A nice temporary escape.

[igotanidea]

Bound by business: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason x information dealer reader. He only came for the info, but one thing led to another, a bit of whiskey and some teasing and - .... And she's a self made gotham.boss bitch falling for no one...

Warnings: SMUT MDNI!, dirty talk, p in v, teasing, angst

A/N : Been a while since I wrote smut and a story this long. Let me down gently. XD

***

It was dark and the rain was heavy, doing nothing to hide Jason’s irritation as he speeded on his motorcycle to the bad side of Gotham if there was any good side of Gotham in the first place.

Once having reached his destination, he took his helmet off letting rain wet his ruffled hair and started banging on the door.

His contact in the criminal world had been hard lately and he had no idea why, but the reasons behind the sudden change in the attitude were far from his interest.

HE and Y/N had a long history, went way back to the times when he was Robin and she was a good girl, both memories seeming like a fucking grotesque now.

“Y/N! Open the fuck up!”

“The hell Jason?!”

The door opened but she made no move to invite him inside despite the downpour on the outside. Instead she settled on watching him shake the water off like a dog, deriving some sadistic pleasure from the fact he could barely see with his hair stuck to his forehead and falling into his eyes.  

“The gun shipment. Tonight. I need details. Time, place, figures involved.

“Well hello to you too, Jason. I’ve been fine thanks for asking.” She scoffed and then smirked.

“I don’t have time for this shit-“

“Right, right, of course. I probably should thank you for not putting a gun to my head right away, right?”

“That is to be rectified at any moment now.” He reached towards his holster.

“Don’t be stupid, Jason. You know you only get this far with things because of me. You don’t want to lose an ally, do you?”

“You’re just an information dealer. Plenty of those in Gotham.”

“Mhm. Sure. And how many of them are as skilled as I am?”

He scoffed, pushing right past her, casually shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the couch.

“Yeah by all means, ruin my furniture. Drink?” she asked, heading towards the cabinet

“Whiskey. Neat.”

“Wow, someone finally developed some standards. What gives?”

Jason scoffed again.

“Standards, my ass. It’s at your expense so why would I hold back?”

“I might hold you accountable to that in the future. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

The glasses clinked and for a moment they both sipped their drinks in silence which gave Jason a second to actually look at her. She was a badass, that was what he knew. But every time he came around to her place, which was not really happening that often, she was almost innocent. Ironically. No make up, comfy clothes, just hoodie and yoga pants. He had seen women try harder to look I-woke-up-like-this.

Y/N was just being comfortable. 

“What’s with the look Jace?” she smirked from under the rim of her glass, her eyes piercing into him.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“About why you are suddenly not giving me shit.”

“It’s been a long day if you must know. Long and hard day. My shit giving attitude and my humor might be a little off. ”

“Huh!” he huffed dismissively “hard day? You want to hear about a hard day? The one involving guns and fights? And being stabbed with a knife? Twice?“

“We all have our own definition of a hard day, you fool. You deal with bullets, I deal with people.”

“So you’re basically saying that people are worse than guns? Seriously? Damn, girl you got some audacity there.” He half-laughed, taking another sip of the whiskey and swirling the beverage “so, spill. Which one of your usual charming assholes got under your skin?”

“Luckily someone I do not have any respect for.”

“You have respect for no one, sunshine. But please, do tell. Did you kick him in the groin or punched him in the face?”

“Something like that.” She smirked, clearly so full of herself.

“Please tell me you at least broke his nose.”

“I did no permanent damage, that's all I can say.”

“Meaning you did something painful, but not crippling.” He nodded. He was actually learning to use the same method. Putting a gun to people's heads and shooting them dead was not very useful while searching for info. But then again, he had Y/N for that latter purpose. “Black eye? Twisted arm?”

“I thought you came here about the gun shipment info?” she finally sat on the couch and turned to face him with a hint of tease in her eyes.

“I did. But should it stop me from having a little polite conversation with my favorite partner in crime?” Jason leaned back on the coach with a sly smile

“Mh! I call bullshit.”

“How’s your hand doing?”

The question took her by surprise. Right, the hand, of course he knew about it. She got injured during one of her quests last week and has been dealing with the consequences ever since.

“I’m handling.”

“Uh!” Jason raised his hand stopping her in the middle of the sentence “Let me translate: it hurts like hell but you won’t admit it.” Y/N would never confront her pain – neither physical nor emotional. And yes, he was doing the same but it was easier to notice it in someone else than in himself. “So, given the state of that limb you must have got to that asshole pretty hard. Good job, I’ll give you that. It’s not every day I get to hear about your violent tendencies….” He chuckled and sipped the last of his drink, putting the glass back on the table, his eyes fixed on hers with a mischief in them.

“Oh you know damn well about my violent tendencies…”

“Damn right I do. And don’t I just love every fucking one of them…” his voice dropped an octave as he leaned forward, never dropping the gaze.  “Nothing sexier than a woman who can handle herself…”

“Oh yeah?” she allowed him the sudden closeness, clearly enjoying the blooming game “never took you for a guy who loved being manhandled..”

“Oh I am not. But I’m a sucker for watching someone deserving of it experiencing that treatment.” Jason's gaze moved down her body appreciatively, lingering on the swell of her breast under the hoodie and the curve of her hips accentuated by that stupid leggings. He knew she had curves under all those clothes. “It’s a fucking turn on.” He added in a husky tone. 

“Is it now…?” she hummed moving a little closer on the couch, her own drink landing on the table as well as she placed palms on his thighs, using it to lean even more forwards, leaving less than an inch between their faces.

“Fuck yeah it is…” his breath caught in his throat a little at the unexpected but not unwelcomed touch. “Seeing you lay someone down with those gorgeous hands of yours….” He licked his lips.

“Mhm… keep talking…” Y/N switched positions, now sitting on his lap, straddling him, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and he instinctively grabbed onto her hips.  Gods, he was a man and suddenly realized how long it’s been since he had a one night stand, too busy with work.

But this?

This was getting dangerous and deep down he knew that once started, wouldn’t end up easily.

This was not going to be just scratching an itch like it usually was. This would hurt a lot and mixing business with pleasure was never a good idea.

But he couldn’t stop, the primal part of his brain already awakened by the closeness of her body, her almost gentle caresses and the soft, sweet yet seductive tone he had never heard before but she had mastered to perfection.

“I said…” she leaned to his ear “keep talking…”

“Fucks…” he groaned staring at her with undisguised lust “the though of you getting dirty… rough….”

“Uh-huh…” she hummed and started grinding on him. Slowly, almost torturously, causing Jason to take a sharp inhale of breath, but quickly composing himself.

“You always fight like that, princess?” his hands wandered from her hips to her ass, squeezing the ample flesh, pulling her closer to the bulge in his pants.

“Only for the special ones.”

 “Special ones, huh?” he held her hips tighter guiding her movements “Like when you want to prove a point? Or-“

“Or. Definitely or.”

She threw her head back, exposing her neck, giving him not-so-subtle hints.

“Or when you want to send a message?” he willingly moved his lips down her skin, sucking on the pulse points, earning a little, delicious moan and hand tangling in his hair. “A message that you’re taken?”

“Am I taken? Can’t remember…” she pulled back, taking off her hoodie and discarding her bra.

“Fuck yeah, you’re taken.” His lips moved lower, kissing her collarbone and cleavage.

“Good to know…” she made a quick movement to pull and toss his shirt somewhere in the room intensifying her movements on his ever growing tent “I think the gun shipment changed the location…”

“You fucking tease.” Jason hissed, changing the positions so she was trapped beneath his body. “Eight inches. Semi-automatic. Brand new and ready for action.”

“Well don’t I love being at a gunpoint…” her hand found a way to his groin, starting to palm the bulge, enjoying the way she seemed to still be in control, even with him on top.

“Oh yeah? A gun to your head?” he groaned, barely controlling himself.

“Maybe not to my head…”

Y/N wriggled on the bed, rolling on her belly for a moment to reach for the condom in the nightstand and that moment was enough for Jason to get hypnotized by that bounding piece of ass.

“I really hope the biggest size will fit you—”

“Fuck, I’ll stuff you so full you won’t walk for a week.”

He pushed her legs open with his knee, doing a quick job of rolling the latex on his length, teasing her clit with a few featherlight touches, loving how she seemed to beg for more with every squirm and entered her in one deep thrust.

“Big enough for you?” he bit her earlobe licking the shell right after, his voice low.  

“I – mmm… shit…”

“Have you ever had this big?” The thrusts were long and hard and deliciously painful at first before turning into a series of perfectly aimed and ideally paced movements that made her gasp from pleasure. “Answer the question, princess.”

“I – ah! Ah, shit!” nails of the right hand dug into the mattress hard enough to make holes, the other hand reaching for the pillow, quickly pressing it between her head and the headboard to prevent the potential concussion. He was not a semi-automatic gun machine. More like a rifle, never shooting blanks. Thank fucks, she was prepared in many ways and started taking pills a few weeks prior. Not that it was her plan or anything. 

“What was that?” he rocked faster and harder, pulling all the way back only to slam right back inside. “Too much for you, slut?”

“Make me come! Make me fucking come to give me incentive to answer that stupid question!”

“Seems to me like I’m fucking your brains out. Is that right, pretty? Am I fucking you stupid?”

“Fuck!”

“Yeah… you’re so fucked, baby.” He was now hitting her cervix with such a speed and strength as if his life was depending on it. “Fucked by no. One. Else. But. The. Red. Hood.“ Each word was punctuated by a deep movement and if someone asked she would swear it was reaching her stomach. Or maybe she just ate something bad.

“It’s an – ohhh! – oh shit!” she gasped, unable to finish the sentence for a moment. “It’s an honor for you to have me like this….” There was no way she was going to let him win and really fuck her stupid.

“Oh I know… But no one else is big and strong enough for you” he circled her clit, bending head to suck her nipple, leaving a wet trail from one breast to another “now, come for me… come baby…”

She bit her lips so hard that a blood appeared on the bottom one, quickly licking it off, turning Jason wild. He was a sucker for blood. Not only the shooting kind, clearly.

“Yeah…. Yeah…oh! Oh!”

She could feel his pace faltering a little as he was so close to his own climax.

And used it against him, hitting right into the momentum, somehow managing to end up on top of him again, hands on his chest, breasts bouncing, ass slapping on his cock as she rocked up and down, still in control.

“Fuck! Y/n!”

“Yeah, yeah that’s right, moan my name as you come Jason Todd. Red Hood. Whatever. Scream my name.”

“You- where did you learn how to take cock like that—”

“You wouldn’t like the answer. Now come on!” It was immensely hard to keep herself from diving into the sea of release but she knew how to get what she wanted. Years of effing experience in this fucked up place.  

His hands were on her ass, squeezing mercilessly, almost to the point of pain as he finally reached the stars.

Only then she allowed herself to let go as well. Winning, yet again, falling on top of him like a marathon runner who scored a gold medal even if there were truly no losers in this game of love. At least not in terms of the body.

“Damn… you’re heavy…” he hissed, wrapping arms around her, trapping her on top of him, nuzzling nose into her hair. She was right with him, next to him, so warm and soft and tender, making him feel so good, so nice, so liberated.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy my fat ass bouncing on you.”

“Too tired to even try to pretend.” He whispered, trying to kiss her softly, but much to his surprise, she rolled off him, swiftly avoiding his grip, grabbed the hoodie from the floor and stood up fixing her hair, letting it fall down her back like a h/c waterfall.

“Well this was nice.” Her tone was flat, unamused and the warmth in his chest turned into icy cold right away.

“Wait… what? But-“

“I’m gonna go piss now. Can’t risk any STIs. Those hurt like hell, not to mention it’s kind of embarrassing explaining to my Ob-gyn why I wasn’t careful again. I swear one more time and she’ll drop me as a patient.”

Was this a joke to her!?

“But-“ he stuttered looking at her with wide eyes. This was not what he expected at all and there were like a million questions in his head.  “Y/n-“

“I’ll be right back, but hey – hygiene right? You should get yourself cleaned too” she grabbed the towel from the rack and threw it on him, effectively flattening his still semi-hard cock and his appetite and energy for another round.

“But –“

“This is serious shit Jason! Gotta stay healthy if we’re to repeat it.”

She winked suggestively, rushing to the bathroom, leaving a little crack in the door, so he could faintly hear her peeing.

What was wrong with this girl!?

This must have been just some stupid nightmare, a product of his tired, messed up, beaten brain--

“So. You wanted to talk about something?” she was back about a minute later. “hey, you still didn’t clean up?”

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?” she touched her right buttock and hissed at the contact with a scratch his hands left on the skin.

“This no-nonsense attitude!”

“What else do you want me to do?” she tilted her head, looking at him quizzically

 “Oh I don’t know!” he finally lost his patience, feeling too vulnerable and too emotional for his own liking, feeling the compelling need to cover himself. Both physically and emotionally. “Normally people like to – oh, I don’t know – talk after sex? Maybe cuddle a little? But you’re just like oh, hey, it was a nice fuck, thanks for letting me use you, dressing and washing up like a freaking germophobe!” he got tangled in his pants, hardly preventing himself from tripping which would be even more condescending.

“Jason-“

“I’m being serious here Y/N!”

‘You called me slut.” She deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

‘I called you – ok, fine! Fine I called you slut. Is that why you’re suddenly icing me out?”

“No.”

“No!? That’s it? That’s all you got? I can’t fucking believe it!” he punched the wall leaving a little dent, but the broken pride clearly did not affect Y/N.

“Could you please calm down and stop depriving me of my deposit on this place? I’d appreciate it.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable!”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so emotional about it Jason.” It might have been a mirage but from Jason’s perspective it looked like Y/N literally rolled her eyes!

“We had sex!”

“Yes? and?” She hesitated giving him a chance to explain further but he was just standing there with eyes wide and mouth open. “Oh come on, this was just an itch, right? We’re bound by business, not pleasure. You don’t mix two explosives like us. It’s just unwise. We’re both adults, sex is not always about deeper feelings-”

She was still talking but he could hardly hear anything with the way blood was humming in his ears, successfully blocking any other bullshit coming out of her mouth (thankfully for Jason though).

Bound by business.

Mixing explosives.

Unwise.

Unwise!

Fucking unwise!?

“Jason?” she smiled softly, as if nothing happened, bending down and searching his eyes. “That gun shipment of yours? It happens in an hour at the docks and everything is orchestrated by Black Mask. I would take some backup if I were you, it might get ugly.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

Without any further words he walked outside, feeling defeated like never before and the nail to the coffin was the sound of the door being locked right after him.

He should have known better that a girl who climbed this high in the criminal underworld would be fucked up in some way.

But how can one prepare for the reality of the broken heart?

Back up his ass. He was about to turn his newly found pain into rage and kill each and every one of Sionis’ men himself.

The moon was about to turn bloody that night….

And the worst part?

She was still his information dealer. The best in Gotham, regardless of what he might have said before.

And he was still going to work with her.

Do you know that warning : don’t drink and drive or better : don’t drink and text?

Yep.

Another one should be the warning of developing feelings for your literal partner in crime. 

@lettucel0ver @oohyasumi @apple---cider---vinegar

[splinterclan]

I feel like a lot of people are forgetting that Whorlstar is the authority in this situation. And she is using that poorly.

When the situation got out of control, she made a choice without pausing to think it through or wait to cool off, didn’t ask Cedar more directly what he wanted and took Bess’ answer for him, did not consider how the kits would feel, and told two parents that they would keep their children from them blatantly “if you ever want to see your kits again,” which is flat out awful.

Yes, Bess is also acting poorly, but Whorl (and Moor) made the situation so much worse, and I feel like it is not being mentioned that much or just being brushed off as her being worried about the kits, when it feels like her choice was only made to hurt Cedar because she was upset in the moment.

Yeah but she never actually made it so Bess or Cedar couldn't see their kits- She's kinda like a CPS worker making sure the kits are in a safe environment while both parents retain visiting rights. At any time Bess could come and visit the kits in the clan. She's under no threat and was told explicitly she is allowed to do so, but she has chosen not to!

Plus Whorl knows the kits better than Bess does and knew they wouldn't want to leave the clan (which none of them do), so she worked off that knowledge. She should've heard Cedar out better, but she DID ask him what he thought and he allowed Bess to speak over him. Plus Whorl'd just found out he'd been lying and breaking rules for moons - she was hurt and lashed out a bit there. But I think her decisions are perfectly rational xD

Ofc you're allowed to feel however you want about any character though!!

No Cedar and Pansy were born a few weeks after Splinterclan was formed! Bess is around 2 months older than them, but if Splinterclan hadn't been formed they would've all been in the nursery together of a while ye

Very valid jsjsj I have characters I don't like no matter how many good qualities they have too sometimes you just Don't Like That Guy

I like all of them for various reasons, but probably Moorsnow, Dropletsplash, and Whorlstar! And Burnpaw has been a fav since I found out he's trans (I'm also transmasc so I was like same hat brother <3) They're all just like 2 points above everyone else though ;v;

Probably Burnpaw! He's pretty mature for his age and already responsible and a good influence. I think any of them could grow into a good leader though!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

I appreciate the “yes but I’m not in the fandom” option because sometimes an author I love will start writing fics for fandoms I’ve never heard of and I’ll just follow them into the unknown, for better or for worse xD

someone else made this meme but I couldn't find it to save my life, so I recreated it - Mod W