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[lesbian-for-arthur-morgan]

Middle Class Lady Who has the Gang Sneak in Her Window

"The gang falling for a woman of a higher class and a father that doesn't approve of them so they usually sneak through their window to be together" @livingdeadgirly​

Genre: Fluff - some angst if you squint (Fem Reader uses she/her pronouns) Featuring: Arthur, John, Dutch, Javier, Charles, Sean, and Sadie Warnings: Mentions of guns, outlaw type of stuff

AN: I'm so sorry these took me forever to write! if some of them seem a little out of character please ignore it and pretend they aren't :D ---> Requests are open! Check out my guidelines if you have any questions

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Arthur Morgan:

Your father owned his own saloon which gave him an incredible insight into the type of men who frequented his establishment. He thought of this as a blessing once you started growing older and wishing to be courted, he could keep an ear out for anyone that he deemed unworthy for you.

Unsurprisingly, anyone who frequented the bar was not someone your father wanted anywhere near you. Especially when it came to an outlaw by the name of Arthur Morgan. The two of them had a long-standing feud (actually it was your father who hated Arthur and Arthur was too busy being infatuated with you to notice).

The first time Arthur was seen speaking to you in front of the saloon, your father came barreling through the doors to usher you inside. He instructed you to never speak to him again. Of course you didn’t listen.

Months go by and Arthur has made an extreme effort to get as close to you as he can without your father’s knowledge. The two of you will just so happen to go to the same general store at the same time every Friday by ‘accident’, you just so happen to run into him when you take your horse for a little trail ride to exercise, and every once in a while you both somehow end up behind the theater at on show nights by some strange chance of fate.

After a while, you’re so sick of having to keep your interactions short and sweet and secret in the public eye (lest anyone witness it and run off to tattle to your father). You write a quick letter to Arthur one day asking him to meet you at the side of your house at midnight.

When he gets there and you’re nowhere to be found he’s beyond confused; it’s not until he hears a sharp whistle and looks up to see you waving at him from your second story window that he understands your plan.

“The things I do for you, woman.” He grumbles with a smile and begins hoisting himself up the tree conveniently located right by the window.

You’ve already got the window open as he reaches the top and you begin helping him crawl inside. Now Arthur is a large, bulky man he isn’t exactly as nimble as he might have been once upon a time. You can barely contain your giggles as he lumbers into the room ungracefully and nearly face-plants into the rug on your floor.

“I ain’t had to do this since I was a boy,” He smiles down at you once he steadies himself as you grin up at him widely.

“You’re still young enough to climb through a lady’s window yet, Mr. Morgan.” You tease.

It’s the first time the two of you have ever truly been alone since you met and the tension in the air is palpable. Arthur looks between you and your carefully cleaned and decorated bedroom, then down at his dirty boots on your rug and worn denim pants. He was the complete opposite of you - he didn’t deserve to ruin your space with his grimy life and clothes.

“What you thinking about, Cowboy?” You place a hand on his cheek and turn his head to make him look back at you. He’d confess a few of his doubts, not trusting himself to tell you that he doesn’t deserve you flatout, and you’d shake your head and lead him over to your bed and have him sit down.

You’d kiss him and quiet his thoughts, allowing your actions to say more than words ever could and from that moment on he’d find himself climbing up a tree every other night.

Your father didn’t figure it out ever, even though Arthur and you were hardly ever quiet.

John Marston:

You were the most beautiful person that John had ever seen in his entire life. You were walking in the middle of town with some man nearly twice your age and John figured you were married to him - some lady victim to a man with money and a ring.

John fantasized about swooping you into his arms and saving you from a life of excruciating monotony. He’d tell the old man to kick the bucket, maybe rob him of whatever cash and valuables he had on him, and let you live your life free with him.

When he overheard you refer to the man as your father John felt absolutely giddy. He took his hat off and tried to smooth his hair down as he moved to approach you and introduce himself.

Your father watched the outlaw walk up to the two of you with a skeptical eye. He was hoping the cowboy would walk past you, but he stopped right before you and held out his hand to you. “John Marston, Miss….?” He prompted.

Your father shut it down immediately. He was so incredibly unamused that he stepped between you and John and shoved his arm down. He told John to basically get lost, but John ignored him and kept his eyes on you.

It was like love at first sight.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his and couldn’t hide the growing blush that heated your cheeks as he ever-so-slightly smiled at you. A small smile that disappeared as your father demanded his attention.

“Now son you get out of here before I get angry. I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter, you got that?”

John wanted to laugh at his vague threat. Who did this guy think he was? John put both hands up to show he meant no harm and took a few steps back.

“Didn’t mean nothing by it, sir,” He shrugged, “Was just being friendly.”

Your father scoffed saying he didn’t want any of John’s kindness and neither would you. You caught John’s eye while your father was speaking and mouthed ‘sorry’ with a sweet smile.

John was smitten immediately. He may seem like a big tough outlaw, but the guy is secretly a huge soft romantic. He was already envisioning your wedding and the type of house you two would build together in the middle of the prairie where no one would bother you and you could leave your respective lives.

He may have been getting ahead of himself.

Your father dragged you away and into the general store, John went off to finish a few more errands. He didn’t think he’d actually ever see you again until the moment he went back to his horse to ride back to camp.

He felt a quick tap on his shoulder and there you were looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

From that moment on the two of you had to meet in secret - away from the watchful eye of your father. John took to sneaking in your bedroom anytime he got the inclination to see you (which was a daily occurrence tbh).

He’d take a stroll around the house to make sure your father’s room lights were off and see if yours were on and you were still awake. Due to his frequent visits, you were always up late waiting for him to call on you.

It was all fun and games until he’s waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to climb back out of your window before your father woke up to find him lounging in your bed. That would be a messy scene.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

Dutch thought he was too old to have to worry about meeting parents and getting the approval to see the lady he fancied. He was an old dog; he liked younger women of course but never the type who were of a higher social standing than him and needed that.

Then he met you.

You swooped into his life with your pretty dresses and sweet words and you didn’t want him at all at first. It made him want you even more.

It’s no secret that rich men are corrupt and willing to meet with anyone to make a quick buck. Your father met with Dutch to provide some intel about a train full of valuables and treasures that were interesting to both parties involved. Your dad wanted a cut of what was on that train provided the Van Der Linde gang robbed it.

Your father wasn’t a good man. He enjoyed money a little too much, and saw you as property more than his daughter. He was overprotective of you - to the point that he refused to ever let you out of his sight for even a second.

You went to every meeting between the two men and at first didn’t give a damn about Dutch. You thought he was handsome, but not the type of man you’d ever be interested in. Not until your father warned you to stay away from men like that.

He even went so far as to comment that he didn’t like the way Dutch looked at you. It fueled something inside of you. The idea of rebelling in such a way. Dutch was attractive, he had money, an exciting life, and most of all it would piss your father off if you courted the gang leader.

The next time there was a meeting between the three of you, you bat your eyelashes and laughed at Dutch’s jokes a little too hard.

Dutch bid you farewell by kissing the knuckles on your hand, and you loved the way your father basically had smoke coming out his ears at the action.

Your father didn’t bring you with him the next time he went to a meeting with Dutch. He locked you in your room, and only unlocked the door to check on you before bed that night.

You were pouting and writing a long sob-story in your diary when you heard a soft tap on the glass of your window.

You pulled back your blinds to see Dutch crouching in the dirt by your window with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can I come in, Darlin’?” He cooed with a sweet voice. You opened your window immediately and he ducked through the frame.

“You didn’t come with your father today, he said you didn’t want to attend the meetings anymore.”

You explain that you’ve basically been kept a prisoner in your room all day since your dad was convinced Dutch was trying to steal you away from him. You grumble out a few curse words after you explain and roll your eyes.

“What if I am tryin’ to steal you away?” Dutch whispered, his eyes dark and sparkling in the lamp light. You didn’t realize how pretty he was.

You bite your lip and smile, trying to keep on a tough act at his words. It’s no use, though. He’s charming, it’s why he is who he is.

“Maybe I’d let you,” You reply in a sultry low tone.

That’s all Dutch needed to hear. He helped you pack a small bag of items to bring with you and he brought you back to the camp where the gang was staying.

On your bed, you left a note telling your father you were running off with a man. Shortly after that Dutch mailed out a post saying he didn’t want to do business with your father anymore. It was all settled.

He stole you away to join him at camp, and that’s where you stayed.

Javier Escuella:

You met Javier by chance one night when you were being harassed by a local lawman after a night out at the theater. Javier rushed to the alley when he heard your shouts ordering the man to stay away from you.

Javier saw red and let his instincts take over him. He grabbed the man by the collar of his very nice shirt and used it to throw him to the mud.

“The lady asked you nicely to leave her alone. Now, I won’t be so nice if I have to ask. So, tell me, do I have to be the one to request you leave her alone?”

The man scrambled in the mud, splattering it on his dress pants and coat, as he picked himself up and ran away.

Javier introduced himself and offered to walk you home. You were a little wary of him at first, what with the guns at his belt and the knife at his thigh, but he assured you that he was not a threat. He just didn’t want you risking getting harassed again on your journey to your house.

You took him up on his offer and as he dropped you off at your front door you gave him a quick, shy peck on the cheek and asked if he wouldn’t mind coming to visit again in the future.

Javier is a blushing bumbling mess but somehow finds the words to agree and see you again later on in the week.

From that point on, this man spoils you in every possible way. He brings you flowers, fine pelts, jewelry (don’t ask where he got it), and little poems he writes or likes just so that you have a little piece of his heart.

Does your father care about all of that? No. He just cares about Javier’s status as an outlaw, a killer. He’s heard the rumors about the Van Der Linde Gang and he refuses to allow one of the members anywhere near you.

Javier is willing to do anything to see you, though.

You started leaving your windows perched open during the warm summer nights, and a low whistle alerted you to a person sitting right outside the glass. Your curtains were fluttering slightly with the wind and so all you saw was the shadow of a figure causing your mind to think of the worst scenarios possible.

You drew a knife from your vanity and clasped it in your hand ready to call for your father, but you heard a familiar voice lowly call out.

“Mi amor?”

You let out a sigh of relief and pulled the curtains back fully to see Javier smiling at you with a bouquet of wild flowers in his hands. “I wanted to see you and I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You asked him to wait outside while you barricaded your bedroom door with a stool, then opened the window wider for him to duck inside.

At first he didn’t really know what to do with himself, he planned to give you the flowers and have a quick kiss before needing to leave -  he did not expect you to usher him inside.

You took the flowers from his hands and placed them on your dresser next to the box of trinkets and gifts Javier has given you before.

You sit on your bed and make a spot for him to sit beside you. He isn’t really sure what the gentlemanly thing to do is in that situation, but just to be safe he sits on the floor by your feet. He’s gazing up at you as if you were the moon itself and doesn’t even try to hide the way his breathing quickens every time your eyes meet.

It becomes routine for him to visit you nearly every night and wait for you to barricade your door before allowing him in. Eventually he gets more comfortable and feels better about sitting next to you on your bed - though he knows it was not the proper thing to do.

He really wanted to court you the proper way, but with your father being so hesitant to know him outside of his status he had to be a little lenient on conventional courting methods.

Charles Smith:

Charles has been sneaking into your room for years.

You were childhood sweethearts, but your father had hated the relationship from the moment you expressed any sort of soft feelings for the boy.

When he first started sneaking in, it was just because your father didn’t want you to be friends. You and Charles were inseparable, so he’d sneak in when he could to read your books and play with your toys while your father was at work.

As you grew older, your feelings grew too.

You developed a strong crush on Charles and he was completely oblivious to it. At first, since you didn’t know how to express your feelings, you pushed him away and told him to stop visiting you.

Charles was crushed when you essentially told him to get lost. He couldn’t understand what caused your change of heart - he figured maybe your father had finally gotten to you and you realized you were too rich, too pretty to be his friend.

Charles stopped climbing through your bedroom windows and started only seeing you in public spaces or whenever you took your horse out for a ride.

Eventually, though, even those interactions dwindled and Charles stopped seeing you altogether.

It broke you when you didn’t speak with Charles anymore. You thought it better that way. He couldn’t find out your feelings for him - especially since you were certain he didn’t feel the same way.

Years go by, you stop seeing Charles even in fleeting moments. You heard he ran off and was living alone in the wilderness.

It was your fault, you thought. You pushed him away during his time of need and now there was no way of knowing what became of him. Whether he was alive or dead.

You grow older, your heart growing cold and calloused, and you never really recovered from the hurt you put yourself through.

One night, you’re a passenger on a train taking you deeper into the west of America when there was a loud commotion at one end of the passenger car you were in.

You put down your novel and see a group of masked men with weapons demanding valuables from every patron they pass by. They were slowly moving down the aisle, approaching where you were sitting at an alarmingly fast pace. You couldn’t think of a way out of the situation without giving away every last bit of money you had on you.

That is, until one of the masked men gets to you and instead of the harsh demands and pointed threats you expected to hear, you hear your name being whispered softly.

You look up, skin ablaze with fear and eyes watering. Through your tears you can see a familiar set of dark brown eyes peering down at you as if you were a ghost.

“Ch…Charles?” You squint. You questioned if it was just a mirage, a trick of your brain due to fear, but there was no doubting it. Those were Charles’ eyes.

He softly grabbed you by the arm and helped you out of your seat.

“Come with me,” He whispered as he pushed you through the aisle towards the exit. “I promise nothing will happen to you.”

It was stupid, but you blindly agreed as he led you out of the train and onto the dusty earth.

Charles and you caught up as the rest of his posse finished robbing the passengers of the train. You learned that he had been taken in by the Van Der Linde gang and was making a living as an outlaw. After seeing what you did on the train, that part of his story checked out.

You caught up with him as well, you informed him of your father’s fate and how his will left everything to you. How you regretted pushing him away as a teenager and how you wished he could forgive you.

“I never even hated you for it,” He said softly, “There is nothing to forgive, it’s how the world is sometimes. Cruel.”

You tried to explain your feelings at the time, but the embarrassment of it never let you fully explain.

Charles offered to take you home, but you wanted nothing more than to continue catching up with him and learning about his new life, his new family. Charles took you back to camp, and you ended up staying there with him for a few weeks. (For a fee of course, as Dutch had so cleverly thought up)

Your feelings for Charles rose to the surface once again, and you weren’t sure when or if there would ever be a time to explain how madly in love with him you were.

Sean MacGuire:

The first time y’all met was when he was sneaking through your window late one night.

Dutch had given Sean a vague plan about robbing a local lawmaker’s house while the man was scheduled to be two towns over for some political business. Dutch figured it would be a quiet, simple mission to grab some extra loot and not worry about being caught.

Sean paced around your house a few times after midnight the day your father left, and when he didn’t see any lights on or movements he figured it was safe to go in.

He checked a few key points of entry, but the windows on the ground-floor were locked and he didn’t want to risk leaving any evidence of there being a break-in for when the lawmaker came back.

Sean noticed that a window on the second floor was open the tiniest sliver, he’d be able to use a dagger to wedge it open wide enough to slip his hand in and open it fully.

He climbed up some vines growing on the side of the wood paneling and pulled his dagger to wedge it open. Once he got himself inside, he turned towards the window to close it.

His entire body stiffened when he heard the metallic click of a pistol being cocked from behind him.

“Now I’ll only say this one time, Mister, you need to get outta here before I blow a hole in you and make a mess all over these clean floors.” The threat was serious, Sean knew that, but he couldn’t help but perk up at the sweet sound of your voice as you told him you were going to shoot him if he didn’t leave.

He put his hands up, dropping the dagger he had, and turned to face you slowly. The house was dark. Shadows danced across your face and shielded your eyes making you look lethal with the gun pointed at his chest. Sean thought you were beautiful.

“I mean no harm, Miss. Just business ‘s all,” Sean gave you a toothy smile which only made you narrow your eyes.

You told him you were going to give him one chance to leave and he’d only stay if he had a death wish.

Sean wanted nothing more than to stay with you and use whatever methods he could to woo you, but he was familiar with the look in your eyes and the tone of your voice. He was scheduled to meet the gods above if he didn’t slip back out that window and into the night.

After he left, he was already planning the ways he could meet you again - under more favorable circumstances of course. He decided to visit you the next day with a peace offering and a smile.

Once dawn broke over the horizon, painting the world in a golden orange light, Sean was already up and out of camp heading to your large house on the hill.

He knocked on the door and you answered after a few minutes. Your hair was messy from sleep and your nightgown was covered by a long robe that was hastily thrown on to save your modesty.

“What the hell?” You grumbled and looked at Sean as if he had grown three heads. “Either you are the stupidest man on the planet for comin’ back here, or you truly do have a death wish. If it’s the latter give me a second to grab the gun.”

Sean was in love immediately.

“I wanted to apologize for last night. I never woulda thought ‘bout stealing from a man with such a pretty woman living under his roof.” He handed you a small box saying that it was a piece offering. Inside was a large silver coin and a note that said ‘thanks for not shooting me’.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but pocketed the coin and note nonetheless. You invited him in, but warned him any funny business would not end favorably for him. He only shot you a coy smile and promised that he was only coming as a gentleman, not an outlaw.

The two of you grew as friends at first but once things seemed to grow more romantic, you had to start sneaking around and avoiding your father finding out about the relationship and how it started.

Sean was glad he got the practice sneaking in your window that first night, though, because it was common practice while the two of you had to keep your romantic relations a secret.

Sadie Adler:

Sadie was a shell of herself when you met her.

She was still mourning the loss of her husband and trying to become accustomed to her new life as a member of the Van Der Linde Gang when you stumbled into her one day.

She was just starting to get back on her feet and was at the tailors in town when you strolled in with your fancy clothes and styled hair.

She wasn’t intimidated per say, but she felt a little inadequate in comparison. What with her ragged hand-me-downs from Miss Grimshaw and her few coins that she saved to buy a new linen shirt - you were like royalty compared to her.

You approached her first at the tailors. You asked if she had been in town long as you didn’t recognize her, where she came from, where her husband was (assuming she was married). Sadie didn’t know how to answer all the questions you threw in her direction.

You broke down her walls, though. You bought the shirt that she wanted and even invited her to tea with you at your house to talk about what had been plaguing her the last few weeks.

She didn’t want it to help, but Sadie could physically feel the relief flood her chest as she stopped holding on to her emotions and let them flow freely. A friendship between the two of you grew quickly and rapidly.

Then, it grew to be a little more.

Sadie had been working on jobs with Arthur and gaining her confidence back. In doing so, she finally got the nerve to kiss you goodbye one night when she was getting ready to go back to camp.

She gazed at you nervously after she did it. She couldn’t figure out what your expression meant - whether she went too far, or if you even liked her back in that way.

Tears slipped from your eyes as you looked up at her and grabbed her cheeks, shoving your lips against hers. Her kiss was sweet and gentle, but yours was aggressive and needy. You didn’t realize she felt the same way about you, and knowing that she did created a swell in your heart that never went away.

After your first kiss, you had to keep your relationship on the downlow. Your father knew that the two of you were friends (he hardly liked even that), if he found out that y’all were girlfriends he would separate you for good.

Sadie came up with the plan to visit you during the day as a good honest lady of society, but at night she would climb up through your window to enjoy spending time with you as a partner instead.

Friend by day, girlfriend by night.

Sadie slipped through your window every other night, quieter than a shadow when she came in. Sometimes you’d turn around and she would just be getting in and it would make you squeak a little as it startled you.

She kissed you to keep you quiet when that happened, though (teehee)

Sadie would spend hours with you at night. You’d help her brush her hair when there were missions she was on that took days and she wasn’t able to care for her locks. You’d let her borrow your nightgowns if she ever wanted to stay and relax in your bed until dawn.

The two of you would hold each other and talk until the mourning doves sang their melancholy songs in the early hours of the morning.

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[aethon-recs]

Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs with Hemipenes 🍆x2

What is better than one? TWO, of course! I think the monsterfucking potential in Tomarrymort is one of its most unique aspects, at least within HP ships :D If anyone is monsterfucking-curious, this is a great place to start.

I’m so excited to share this delightful smutty nasty dirty and super fun collection of one of my favorite tropes in Tomarrymort: not just snake-like Voldemort, but snake-like Voldemort with snake-like appendages 😏

Standard rec list disclaimers apply: There’s a lot of dead dove in the selection below, so please mind the tags, and read at your own risk. I strive to include a diverse range of fic genres these lists, so you'll come across lighter fare such as crack fics, along with fics that definitely cover darker themes.

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Tomarrymort Recs Feat. Hemipenes

a dainty lace noose by @mrmxlemons (E, 4k, complete)

Voldemort likes pretty things, and Harry is his favorite, prettiest thing.

A real voyage of discovery by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 2k, complete)

Harry captures an alien from an Earth-like planet for the spaceship's research division to examine. The alien might have its own agenda.

a snake, an eagle, and a phoenix by @virgil-anon (E, 9k, complete)

Harry Potter is angrier than ever, thrown into a tournament he wants no part of, without any assistance except for his Defence Instructor. But when the Goblet of Fire turns out to be a portkey, he’s in for a surprise.

and make it double by @captainremwrites (M, 1k, complete)

Well, Harry thinks, that answers that question. He's definitely telling Ron and Hermione about this.

Dragon Me Down, My Love by @wolfantlersinspace (E, 2k, complete)

Harry had been a virgin sacrifice, given by the people to appease Voldemort. However, Voldemort had grown rather fascinated after he discovered Harry chose to come here, to take the place of a friend. And now, Voldemort liked him too much to let him go, liked him far too much to use him for his intended purpose.

Ensnared by @loneamaryllis (E, 4k, complete)

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harriet finds a white snake in the grass. She quickly befriends the poor, lonely creature.

Hands-On Anatomy Lesson by @ivory--raven (E, 2k, complete)

Harry uses Liquid Luck to ask Voldemort himself how snakey he is.

I will follow you into the dark by @i-dream-of-libraries (E, 6k, complete)

Harry loves a good horror book, and this new one about a monster called Voldemort is now his favorite. Unknowingly, he calls out to the shadowy entity, and gains the monster's full attention and appetite.

Inquiring Minds by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (T, 2k, complete)

Harry has a burning need to know, and Voldemort is just so done with teenagers.

Insatiate by @vdoshu (E, 2k, complete)

Voldemort stole both Harry and the Philosopher’s Stone, and doomed Harry to live a half-life. That was ten years ago.

Love at First Sight by @dividawrites (E, 5k, complete)

Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and some extra powers. Harry is mesmerized.

Monster Fucker by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon (E, 10k, complete)

During their nightly gossiping session, Ginny poses a question about how snake-like Voldemort might be. They fantasize a bit, then go to bed and assume that that was it. A week later and Harry just has to know.

ovoviviparous by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)

In which Voldemort captures Harry at the Final Battle, and immediately puts him to use as an incubator.

splits your skin from end to end, down the center of the earth by @cannibalinc (E, 19k, complete)

Snape has just killed Dumbledore before Harry’s eyes, and he will not rest until he makes the man pay. But Snape isn’t the only Death Eater wanting to gain favor with the Dark Lord. No, there are ambitions far worse than even Snape’s, Harry learns. Ambitions that deliver him directly into Voldemort’s hands. “I was so very nearly tricked, you see, but Lord Voldemort is not so easily fooled. No, I shall not kill you Harry, not yet. I think I should like to keep you instead.”

Phobia by @katsitting (E, 48k, complete)

“I shall show you just how far you’ve fallen,” Voldemort whispered, breaking the thick silence that had settled between them. Harry wanted to laugh, to bare his teeth at the man like the wounded lion that he was. There was nothing for him to do but snark and snarl at the man that had hidden him away from all prying eyes...save for those he trusted most. His legs were useless, his body weak. “I’d like to see you try,” he goaded.

Preparing For A Legacy by @ellionne (E, 5k, complete)

Marriage, especially with magical folks, required to be consummated to have the legal consequences Voldemort demanded for their treaty to come into effect. And Harry had been terrified. Voldemort's thoughtful proposition had seemed like a godsend then. The consummation of a marriage was a purely physical act; Harry didn't need to be aware for it. Didn't need to be awake.

Research and Development by @cannibalinc (E, 6k, complete)

Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Secondary Objective: If Subject is a living Horcrux, determine whether the soul fragment can be extracted intact and transferred to a different vessel, allowing Subject to be terminated thereafter.

Roughly 19 Years Later by @dividawrites (E, 2k, complete)

Platform 9¾ is a nice place for reunions.

thrice-bound, twice-filled by @cindle-writes (E, 4k, complete)

Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to the sensation of a blunt, hard cock slowing pushing its way inside him.

The Arsonist's Lullaby by Saeva (E, 101k, WIP)

It’s Harry’s bad luck that his mate is Voldemort. A possessive Voldemort, giving out the most reassuring scent, a scent Harry aches for. No one can blame him for giving into it... just a little... right? Magic Made Him Do It.

War Prize by @duplicitywrites and @moontearpensfic (E, 6k, WIP)

Ten years ago, in the name of world peace, Harry Potter signed his hand away to Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord of the British Isles, Saviour of the Realm. If Harry had known he would spend his days serving as the man's bodyguard and personal stud... He would have asked Dumbledore to include protection against retaliation in the form of sexual objectification.

Venomous by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 4k, complete)

One would think a famous collector of magical creatures would know better than to set a Naga loose in a room full of people, but Sirius Black was never known for his common sense.

Violent Delights by @katsitting (E, 5k, complete)

Harry was shoved against something hard and unyielding. It scratched along his back, chafing the skin. Harry didn’t so much as flinch, refusing to make a sound when more jeers sounded in the clearing, the words cutting through the rush of blood flooding Harry’s ears— “Fuck him, m’Lord.” “Defile his corpse.”

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes. Or: Harrymort Fake Dating AU

you're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature (finger-bangin' my heart) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 135k, WIP)

Harry keeps thinking about it. The way he smiled, with sharp white teeth. The way that smile had felt pressed to his own, to his throat, to the inside of his thigh. The clutching fingers; the desperate grip. The sweat clinging to his skin, salty on his tongue. The red eyes behind the mask that Harry would recognize anywhere— Harry keeps thinking about it.

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[kairiscorner]

omds i luvvvvvvv your writing so much 🤭🤭 could i req a earth 42 miles or a hobie brown fic where reader gets bullied for dating miles/hobie (whichever one u pick 🖤) because people think she’s “not good enough for him” because she’s like one of the quiet kids she doesn’t go to like parties and stuff like that she’s always studying and that kinda stuff and miles/hobie finds out when one of his friends confronts him ab it (you can write this however u like!!!!) and he talks w reader and stuff just a bunch of htc!! 🖤 thank you sooooo much

OH DAMN, sure thing anon !! i am just like y/n fr it's just that i don't have bitches 😭😭😭 but i hope u like this rahhh !!!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

they're more than worthy of me. – miles 42 x reader

nobody ever has a perfect life, let alone a perfect love life, but when you were with miles, everything felt just right. he loved you with a love that wasn't overbearing or possessive, he gave you your space when you needed it and supported you from the sidelines in every endeavor you dared to try. you didn't stand out much though, really, you blended in quite well into the background. you were used to not being recognized or acknowledged immediately, and you were fine with it—though you were confused why recently, a few of your classmates were acting a little mean to you.

you never harbored any ill will towards these people—as far as you were concerned, you doubt that more than half of these kids would even remember your name. every time you approached a classmate of yours for a question, they'd immediately walk away the minute you walked over to them, others would ask you in sarcastic voices if you couldn't even do something so simple with a smile that tried to get you thinking they meant no harm when in reality, they wanted you away from them. you couldn't even pretend and think that they were just busy or being realistic—that you should be able to do something as simple as the question to an activity that you were stumped on, but you couldn't—this was because a lot of those classmates of yours adored miles.

they liked miles and having his attention on them, angry if anyone else were to get his attention away from them. before you entered the picture, they were all over him—devoted and loved him like a friend, some had loved him in more than just a friendly way, but none of his friends and admirers in your class took it very kindly when they noticed you and miles getting along a bit too well back then; when you two became a thing, everything just got worse. miles still hangs out with some of these people, though he doesn't consider them his friends—tonight, he'd be attending a party of theirs with ganke, with you opting to stay behind and catch up on school works.

late at night, as you were finishing up your studying session, you got a text from miles, asking you to come down and meet him by your front door. you got up from your chair and walked down to your front door, and there he was, battered and bruised in the face—looking into your eyes with hurting in them. you asked him in worried stammers about what happened to him, who did this to him, if he was even okay. you checked his face all over, and when you saw the backs of his hands, they were reddened and scarred, you couldn't tell if the blood was his or someone else's, because you knew this was no accident that happened to him—he got into a fight, a serious one.

"miles, what happened?" you asked him in a shuddering voice, with miles bringing his red, bloody knuckled hands to your shoulders and wrapped you in his arms. he didn't answer you quite yet as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly as his initial response. "how could they not accept that i love you?" he murmured as you gently placed your hands on his back, reciprocating his hug despite your confusion. "i... miles, what?" "ganke told me he heard a bunch of the guys at the party talking shit about you behind my back. i... i confronted them, asked them why they said what they said, but the last thing they wanted to do was cooperate and be honest. so i... i did some things i wasn't proud of. i'm sorry, i'm just so sick of people hurting you all for my sake–you deserve better, mi cielo..." he whispered as you pulled away from him, watching the tears form in his eyes as he frowned up at you amidst the cuts and bruises on his face.

you brought him into your house and sat him down on the couch, hurriedly getting him a first aid kit to treat his wounds. you wrapped his knuckles up in gauze, with him mindlessly following your hands with his gaze–him taking in all the gentle and softness of your touch. "i'm sorry, again, mi vida. i shouldn't... i should've handled it better." miles apologized to you again as you were tying up the gauze on his hand. "love..." you called out to him, placing your hand on top of his with concern and love filling your gaze. "i'm just glad you're alive and well. i wish you didn't have to get hurt or hurt anyone, but... i'm glad you love me enough to defend me like you did even though i wasn't there." you said in a quiet voice, smiling up at him with tears in your own eyes, matching the tears in his as he looked back at you and nodded, his lower lip quivering.

"i'd do it all again, and more, for you–mi cielo. i swear, you... you won't ever shed another tear... because of another person being an asshole to you–i can't not love you, cielo, i can't..." miles murmured with a cracking voice as he got more vulnerable. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close as he sobbed, muttering to you how he'd love you forever, that much would never change–no matter if the multiverse demanded you two cannot be, he'd make a world for just the two of you, even if everyone else would disagree.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @onginlove @euphovlq @meowmoraless

[voltronisanobsession]

Hi! It's me again, I was wondering if I could ask a Derek hale x sister! Reader where since the hale fire the reader stop talking to anyone but only her siblings (like laura, Derek and cora) and one day the pack come in to derek's loft and saw reader whispering to Derek a d they ate shocked because even at school she never speak but as soon as she saw them she stop speaking/whispering to him. So the pack always try to make her speak by speaking to her or asking her things but reader either sigh or growl but never speak to them even though they're her pack because she's afraid that they'll die once she will start being friendly with tem, sos some people of the pack start getting frustrated and stiles or someone else make a comment about her being mut or thinking that she was mute and Derek her big brother stand up for her. Please and sorry it's so so long.

Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness

UGH YES LOVE THIS🦅🦅🦅 it’s not long bro, don’t even worry about it, I love writing for teen wolf teehee

Idk if I did you justice but I hope you enjoy this!!

Derek is SUPER protective of you, like it’s not even funny😭

Since you’re with your older brother most of the time, the pack has gotten used to your presence and silence, yet were always so curious to know more about you!

But whenever they’ve come across you, whether it be at school, walking down a street, or even when fighting, you never say a peep to any of them

They obviously know that you somewhat care for them with all the times you’ve saved their asses from trouble, but you’re just so quiet that it’s hard to form a connection with you

I don’t think they’ve actually heard your voice besides from the occasion sigh or chuckle you would let out whenever someone said something funny

At one point they all just assumed you were mute until they one day unexpectedly dropped by Derek’s studio when they hear faint talking from outside his door

Of course they hear Derek’s deep voice, but they also hear a new voice as well

This once is much softer, yet filled with life as they heard the joyful laughing of this unknown person

Stiles being Stiles, homeboy just barges in to see who this new person only to see the surprised faces of you and your brother

“You can talk?!” Is definitely the first thing this dude would say

Your mouth is glued shut at the question and before the group can begin interrogating you, Derek steps in to separate you all

Since then, the group (mostly stiles tho) would try and make you talk

Whether it be about the most random things, they are always in some way waiting for your response

I think Allison would be the one in the pack to understand your hesitance of forming a connection with them because of your terrible pst

She understands your boundaries and only converses with you when it’s only the two of you

Allison doesn’t let her surprise how on her face you you laugh at a joke she offhandedly said to make you feel comfortable

She’s the only one you would actually talk to in private, allowing her to take a place in your heart with how many times she’s saved you, and made you laugh

Scott doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes the silence between you both makes him feel awkward

He definitely bugs Derek about it though. Because of how much he asks about it, Derek does fold at one point and reveals why you never speak around them

Scott sees you in a different light at the knowledge of you scared of forming relationships with them, but he doesn’t treat you any differently

He’s learned to embrace the silence and calmness you bring, throwing smiles towards you every now and then when you guys make eye contact

Lydia and Stiles are more of the pushy types, always bothering you about why you don’t talk

Lydia learns to just let I go though after the first few times she tries talking to you

She doesn’t wanna waste her breath when you won’t even respond to a yes or no question😭 you usually communicate with her with your eyes or by nodding your head

Stiles on the other hand won’t let go of it

He’s always asking you questions, waiting for a response before babbling about something else

There are times that he asks sensitive questions which he knows is wrong and insensitive of him but he just wants to hear you speak again

I think we all know how stiles is, pushing someone’s else’s limits until they actually do so emerging to him to him shut up💀

I think Scott might reveal a little about you to Stiles because of how annoying he’s gotten about the subject

Stiles actually gets fed up one random day tho after the group almost gets killed because of your reluctance to communicate with them, making an off handed, and lowkey insulting, comment towards you

“What, are you finally gonna speak at our funerals when one of us dies? There won’t really be a point in doing so though.”

Might not seem like much, but for you, your heart breaks at that

He will admit it’s not his proudest moment

The second the comment leaves his mouth tho, Derek is slamming the younger boy against a way and giving him the death stare

Everyone gasps at the sound of Stiles hitting the wall

Scott tries to make Derek let go, but Stiles was talking shit to his younger sibling and he’s not gonna take that

You quickly walk over though, resting a hand on his arm

Everyone is supposed, even Derek, when you speak

“It’s ok Derek, let him go.”

After a moment of hesitation, Derek lets Stiles go, not before threatening to rip his head off if her ever speaks to you like that

Once he’s backed off, you look to Stiles, eyes filled with hurt and anger

“Are you happy now Stiles?”

And boom, you angrily walk away leaving everyone tense, Allison chasing after you

I think this’ll have a more emotional affect on you because this dude basically forced you to kinda relive a trauma you’ve grown to have

He destroyed the coping mechanism you had, which was keeping to yourself in silence

But maybe this was the push you needed. Maybe you needed someone to break you out of this shell you were in.

It was a difficult and scary process for you, but with the support of Derek and Allison, you slowly began speaking more

Starting with small comments, everyone gave you time and space to go at your own pace when talking with you

I think you would have a stutter because of your limited amount of contact you’ve had with other people throughout the years

So the pack patiently as you get out the words and sentences you stumble on occasionally

They don’t make fun of it, but instead encourage you to continue, especially if you get frustrated when you can’t get out a specific word

They are also there to remind you that they’re always going to be there for you, and that they won’t ever leave you💔

You appreciate so much because that’s been your number one fear ever since the fire that happened all those years ago

While at first things were still awkward with you and Stiles, he apologized the second you guys were alone

He’s super sincere and remorse full of the way he treated you. You accept his apology, but not without giving him the classic Hale threat if he ever does it again🤭

Derek is still super protective of you and always reminds you to not push yourself

You honestly love and appreciate him for that, and often remind him how much you appreciate him

Cora, if she’s visiting, would be surprised to hear you talking freely now. While she gives Stiles the stink eye at hearing how it all happened, she’s lowkey happy that you’ve finally broken from your chains of doubt

[clarionglass]

gang,,,,, gang. i am honestly still reeling from The game changer account reblogging the comic,,,, my god. my god.

for newcomers: welcome! thank you for being here!! for those who may have only seen the part of the fic linked to the comic, this is part 6 in the series (because truly i cannot stop myself). all the other parts are linked in the lil game master cinematic universe blurb i've got down the bottom of the post, and the whole thing is now on ao3!

and speaking of my lil blurby thing, if anyone else wants to play around in the game master cinematic universe, tag me so i don't miss it and i'll add whatever you make to the list!! and if you just want to chat about the crossover, hit me up! truly i am so happy to have as many people playing in this sandbox as want to be here :D

but anyway, without further ado:

a selection of correspondence (game master cinematic universe, part 6) | read on ao3

From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Group <Dropout cast and crew> Subject: Announcements and info

Hi all,

Just a quick announcement that we have a new member of the team joining us at Dropout! Some of you have met him already, although you may not have realised it—he worked on A Game Most Changed and Escape the Greenroom in season 5, and Bingo, Deja Vu, Beat the Buzzer and Sam Says 4 in season 6, doing some of the hosting in my place.

And before you ask how that can be, this man is my exact doppelganger! He’s a time traveling alien who, for the moment, we are calling Other Sam, because we’ve agreed that the name he’s chosen is not exactly appropriate in a workplace setting. He’s here on a kind of rehabilitation program, as shows like Game Changer provide the sort of enrichment that he needs, without him having to resort to things like planetary conquest and murder. We also have him to thank for our new studio—he has kindly allowed us to use his (currently grounded) spacetime machine to record in, seeing as he did blow up our original studio. On an operational basis, nothing should have changed with the studio, but I do recommend you don’t go poking around in cupboards, just in case.

I promise on everything dear to me that this is not a joke.

I hope you’ll all make Other Sam feel welcome! So there’s minimal confusion between the two of us, he and I will be taking care to differentiate ourselves (he says he will try and look, in his words, “more evil”, although I’ll admit I’m not quite sure how that will work).

Series leads and producers, if you would like to include Other Sam in one of your shows, please let me know. He’s a lot of fun to work with, and he’s promised us his best behaviour, so I can guarantee there will be none of the aforementioned planetary conquest and murder. Of course, the wellbeing of all Dropout cast and crew is my highest priority, so if any of you are not comfortable working with him, please let me know as well, and production and I will ensure you are not cast in the same episodes. In future seasons of Game Changer, we will be sharing the hosting duties, so if you’re on an episode, it’ll be made clear which of us you’ll be working with.

On a related note, you know I hate being the bearer of bad news about mandatory seminars, but there is a training seminar next Monday on psychic defence techniques. This seminar is a requirement if you’re going to be working with him, and even if you’re not planning on that, I’d strongly advise coming along anyway.

As always, if you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate to get in touch!

Cheers, Sam

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[Note: many responses with the general sentiment of “what the fuck?!” have not been included in the selection of return correspondence.]

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From: Brennan Lee Mulligan (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

I need this man in the dome immediately. 

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From: Siobhan Thompson (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Many thanks for your email, and for letting us know about Other Sam. You don’t need to confirm or deny this, but I’m assuming he did something to us during the Deja Vu recording. I haven’t felt entirely comfortable around you since then, and until now I haven’t been able to find a logical reason why. You mentioned psychic defence techniques in your email, so I take it that there was some kind of mental fuckery involved—perhaps a memory wipe? 

I don’t know what he did, and I’m not sure I want to know, but whatever it is, I don’t think it’s good. I would very much appreciate it if I don’t have to work with him.

Best wishes, Siobhan

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From: Grant O’Brien (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hey Sam,

I’m already digging up info for a Breaking News segment. There’s someone on reddit called scarfytwin who says they might be able to give us some good info, but I might need to sign a few things first? Looks like it’s tangled up in some British government stuff, which is wild. Sounds juicy, whatever it is, and I reckon it would be good payback…

Best, Grant

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From: Lou Wilson (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Man, are you telling me that Samuel Dalton was kind of a real fucking thing?? No way. If you let me punch him *hard* one time I’ll go on any show with him.

Cheers, Lou

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From: Brian David Gilbert (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

This explains a lot about the weird feelings I’ve been having since Deja Vu! I know something terrible probably happened during that recording, but I’d love to just sit down with Other Sam and have a chat. Do you recommend we just meet in a professional context, or would that be something you’re able to organize?

Thanks, Brian

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From: Zac Oyama (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Cool.

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From: Ally Beardsley (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Absolute freak behavior and i love this for you, sign me up for anything!

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From: Mike Trapp (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Huh, that sure explains some things. This will probably be cool in future, but for right now, I think I need to do a bit of processing. I’ll let you know!

Cheers, Trapp

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From: Vic Michaelis (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Intriguing! If you think he’d be up for the prosthetics, I’d love to have either of you on Very Important People next season. Both of you together would be even better!

Vic

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From: Lily Du (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hey Sam,

I’ve had a chat to Grant, and I would love to put this guy on Dirty Laundry. Grant says he’ll share what he finds out from the reddit person with me, and we might be able to make a good episode happen.

Cheers, Lily

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Fwd: Announcements and info

Well, most people seem to have taken it well! Looks like we’ll be having some fun…

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

“Not exactly appropriate in a workplace setting”?

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

We discussed this. You agreed.

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

I most certainly did not. I said “hm”. “Hm” does not count as agreement.

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

You do know this is a group of people who I can guarantee, on hearing the word “Master”, would react the exact same way Grant did?

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

Fine. “Other Sam” it is.

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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?

original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x

art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x escape the death beam: x

by @bloopdydooooo drawing collection: x

writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): x part four (you think you know someone): x part five (point and counterpoint): x part six (a selection of correspondence): you are here!

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hello, I see that questions about relationships and courtship are open :D If it's okay with you, could I have Jamil and Leona, please?Number 5, 12, 16 and 28 ;)Thank you in advance!! You have a great blog! <3

Leona Kingscholar:

5. ♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Leona breaks rules because he can, or pushes the very limits just to see how far he can go before it all falls apart. All eyes aren’t on him, at least most aren’t, aside from his nosy family members and those in the guard who may not trust his ambition. He knows how to pull the wool over Fareena’s eyes for the most part, though his sister-in-law is a different case. He’s not a patient man but he’s not pushy either; if he only wanted a night or two of fun he would’ve never committed to begin with, so you can take that to heart if you doubt his feelings.

12. ♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

Leona laughed at the thought of furthering his bloodline. Subject his child to 2nd place by default their entire life? Yeah, right. It’s a thought that drifts with time as he can’t help but want an heir himself, he refers to it as his natural kingly want even without being a king, but you think he just wants to raise a fighter willing to look out for the ‘little guy’ too just in case Cheka doesn’t do a good enough job. There is something to be said about the kinds of people he’d choose to date, ones that would be suitable for family life if they wanted it. Dating is mostly left to his own whims and he doesn’t do it often, if at all, as getting to know new people was a hassle and he hated wasting his own time.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

Napping. Yes, yes, very stereotypical for the lazy lion but he didn’t trust just anyone to join him. Sleeping soundly around another person was like exposing your belly in a room full of predators; you wouldn’t do it if you felt like you’d be torn to shreds. He’s placing his trust in you to keep him safe and warm while he slumbers. He doesn’t reveal his expectations of you being his pillow until it’s far too late for you to run.

28. ♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courtings feelings without them having to say anything?

Leona is as sharp as a carnivore’s claw. Many things could be said about him but his intelligence was rarely in question. He might not always verbally confirm things, but the longer you’re together the more familiar he is with you. Conscious or unconscious, he noticed the way you move or hold yourself, the way you speak and the specific words you pick whether you’re coddling someone or in an argument. He’s aware when you divert from your norm, whether its due to anger or sadness or embarrassment. It’s like chess, a game he’s quite good at, and you’re always stunned when he finally calls you out when he asks for the ‘why’ behind your changes.  

Jamil Viper:

5. ♥ Do they wait to be intimate until after marriage or break all the social rules?

Jamil doesn’t have any strong feelings one way or the other, but you do notice he’s the type to take it slow. He’s not embarrassed by physical affection per se but the closer you get, the more you feel him tense. He’s worried about getting too attached too fast, and while the sanctity of marriage isnt the first thing on his mind, there are some interactions you have that are so domestic Jamil can’t help but daydream about what married life might consist of with you.

12. ♥ Do they seek to find a partner purely to further the bloodline and name, is it for true love, or is it for pleasure alone?

Jamil isn’t entirely game to have children, for a variety of reasons that include not wanting them to be in servitude from birth. He has doubts, feeling guilty if a family is something you had always wanted, but he had never really seen that for himself. But he also can’t say he’s seen romance for himself either, or that anyone would want to date him despite his loyalty being sworn to another, so there’s a chance for change and he might be willing to reconsider a childless future.

16. ♥ Do they have at least one bonding activity they devote to doing with their partner exclusively?

Sightseeing. This only applied when you were out of the country, likely at the whim of Kalim going on his royal duties, but Jamil is given enough ‘personal time’ when he’s surrounded by the royal guards of other families. He liked to drag you around with him to places of interest, from the markets to the ruins that seem to line every city; his eyes always glow when he’s left to adventure on his own with no obligations to reassure the safety of who he’s with, though he is wary about going anywhere dangerous when you’re tagging along with him.

28. ♥ Do they understand their partners/person they are courtings feelings without them having to say anything?

Wires can get crossed from time to time, but Jamil isn’t stupid. He knows how to read people to an extent and he can be hyperaware of his surroundings due to his job, so he noticed plenty about you. Some little habits, the way you acted when you were happy or upset or contemplating existence, he just never knew how to use that to his advantage. Learning how to use the information you present him is more the issue he’s presented with but never doubt that Jamil will figure it out for the sake of keeping you as his.

[showstopper35]

HII this is my second time using an ask box so,, here goes!

could you pretty please do the tfp cons n how they'd like act w/ a neurodivergent masc person? your stuff is really cool btw!! keep up the good work :D

thank you so much, darlin'! i hope i did alright with this request! I only decided to do these few, sorry!! I wanted to finish it 😅

Megatron

-He's quite busy (being intimidating is a full-time job, after all), but he doesn't mind if you accompany him on his bridge, chattering away about your interests or quietly entertaining yourself in some corner of the ship while he commands his troops.

-He does ask questions from time to time about your hyperfixations and special interests. If it's something he happens to like or be knowledgeable about, he will gladly talk to you about it and share a lot of information on the subject.

-He mostly leaves you alone during a meltdown or if you are overstimulated. It's not to be rude, he just doesn't really know what to do. He will be a bit more kind to you afterward, though.

Starscream

-Like Megatron, he mostly just listens to you ramble about things you like. He replies sometimes if it's something he happens to have an interest in. These conversations mostly happen when he takes you on flights.

-Privately does a bit of research with Kockout's help so he can better understand neurodivergence. It actually helps him better understand his own mental state and his brothers' as well.

-If he notices you are struggling, he might take you to a quiet room. He doesn't say anything if you thank him, but he is secretly glad he could help someone.

Soundwave

-The perfect partner to ramble to. He has recordings of all the times you've info-dumped to him, and he listens to them often when he's alone.

-Sometimes fidget toys or plushies of things you like will randomly appear. He doesn't mention it, and neither do you. You don't even know how he got them, but you appreciate it.

-After an outburst or meltdown, he lets you play with Laserbeak and plays back a recording of a time when you talked to him about one of your interests. It helps surprisingly well.

-Dissociates with you.

Knockout

-Literally showers you with fidget toys, sensory items, anything related to your interests, any physical affection you need, and literally any item you may ever need.

-Kind of gets upset if you don't make eye contact with him, but then jokes you are blinded by his finish and that's why you aren't looking at him.

-Seems to be always judging your haircut. Makes low-taper fade jokes. You don't know how he knows what that is. You threaten to give him a low-taper fade. He does it in a joking manner, though.

Breakdown

-Be ready for his golden retriever energy, because he can be a lot. He will respect your boundaries, but you might have to remind him a few times.

-Creates a sensory-safe place for you on the Nemesis. Lots of soft pillows and blankets, a few fidget toys, and even a pair of noise cancelling headphones. You’re still not sure how he even got ahold of them. -Has already fought anyone who even looks at you the wrong way or is too loud. He will do it again.

Dreadwing

-Honestly, he’s probably nuerodivergent himself. You take turns talking about your interests. He shows you his weapon collection and starts training you in the art of explosives, whether you like it or not.

-Often, if you need calming down or just want someone to talk to, he tells you stories about his twin. You are positive you know more about Skyquake than you do himself.

-Entirely picks you up and moves you to a quiet room during breakdowns and just sits with you and waits.

[zaiisaii]

If i may ask, what would you do to daniel In the midst of pleasure?.

I think he will be a pretty crier as you take his virginity.

LOOKISM

⋆ — crybaby .ᐟ ﹙daniel park﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

bully him :D

daniel is definitely a crybaby.

he's never felt something so good before, he's never been held like fragile glass, and he's never been touched in these places.

everything is heightened now that someone else is touching him. when it was himself, it felt plain but now... he feels like he's about to go crazy.

i don't doubt he starts to tear up when you undress him, slowly kissing his exposed body. maybe it's his emotions catching up, maybe he just feels so vulnerable yet comforted at the same time he isn't so sure how to handle it in any other form.

he always squirms away and cries when you lick up the beads of come dripping down his cock. his hands grasping the sheets for support.

with his two bodies, you can explore many things. his original body is much more sensitive, but he tries to keep up with you. his skin is softer and it makes you want to just have your hands roam all over him.

i would think he would want to save that body for marriage though.

and his second body is more flexible than his original. he can take a lot of things, though, of course, he, himself can not. his mind just makes everything feel ten times more enjoyable.

while it may appear as a gentle kiss to his tear-stained cheek, to daniel, it feels like a rocket has just exploded in his stomach.

to go back to your original question. what would i do if danny feels so much pleasure? well, i'd bully him.

his expression and movements are just so cute, anyone would love to see all the different faces he makes.

taking his virginity really helps with it. it means he trusts you, with all his heart and soul. i think it would be fun to see him stumbling over his words — "w-wait- ah, please don't stop! please please please!"

his voice goes in a higher pitch than usual, back arching into you and his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you finally kiss his lips.

he gets so shy too.

"we're literally having sex and you're too shy to kiss me?"

danny nods hesitantly, a blushing face hidden behind his shaky palms. he only gives in when he's on the verge of coming.

tears stream down his face as sobs run throughout his entire body. someone passing by from outside of his house might even think he was hurt!

he's pretty even when he cries.

his throat is so sore from all his wailing but that doesn't stop him from calling your name out for the whole world to know.

"aw, so cute," you coo to him, this only makes him feel more vulnerable. he feels like he's being mock but he's so turned on by it. "you look so dumb, can you even hear me?"

daniel whines and shakes his head 'no'. it's semi-true. your voice sounds like an echo in his head, he has to repeat your words to himself before answering.

you laugh at him causing his hips to rock back and forth to get more friction from you. he earns another coo, "my sweet, sweet boy."

daniel moans weakly. your press your lips against his, catching all his pretty little gasps. he doesn't even know how to kiss with his tongue yet so every time your tongue meets his, he's shaking and crying even more.

he's such a huge crybaby and its the cutest thing ever.

so sorry if this isn't up to your standards, i got caught off track 😭

[squiddssy]

FINLAY HEAD CANNONS YAY!!!

• She's absolutely one of the smartest members on the Beira. Honestly, I'm not quite sure if it's ever mentioned in the game, but Finlay seems to catch on to a lot of things quickly, there's no hiding anything from her. I DO however remember this voice line, "After that explosion, he got oil or something on him and he just, I don't know ... he freaked out ... went for me! He's still out there." Even at the beginning of the game she knew something was up!!

• Finlay's a bigger woman, no questions asked. I believe I've seen another headcanon on here saying she's around 6'2, and I whole heartly agree with that. I might actually draw her some other time to show how I see her, but I personally think she's definitely more heavyset. I mean, even in the game her character is bigger than others.

• Adding on to the last one, Finlay's actually really strong, while you may not see it much due to the bulky uniform or the fat on her body, she's definitely got a decent bit of muscle definition. I wouldn't quite say she's ripped, but she's absolutely muscular.

• I feel like the guy's would try and challenge her to an arm wrestle and she'd win nearly, if not, every time. It's not that the boys on the rig underestimate her, quite the opposite, actually. The arm wrestling thing is more so for fun, or for the title of being the one who somehow managed to beat Finlay at her own game.

• Okay, I can't actually think of any interactions we have with her that back up this one, but I also saw a headcanon somewhere saying Finlay might've had younger brothers and was the oldest out of all of her siblings, she's used to being around boys, especially rowdy ones, so I wanna say she'd think of some of the other crew members in a similar way to her brothers.

• She's the type of person you go to when you're upset. Finlay doesn't seem like the type to sugarcoat anything, if you need advice she's going to be brutally honest because she knows the truth is what you need to hear more than anything. Remember that one interaction at the end of the game? Where she's telling Caz to blow up the rig? Yeah, she was completely right, and he knew it.

• OKAY, OKAY, LAST ONE!! At the beginning of the game there's dialogue with Finlay where she says she's in need of a smoke, that being said, I think after awhile of running around on the rig she'd have to take some breaks. As a bigger person myself with respiratory issues, I can say it's not a lot of fun running all over the place. I don't think she'd have asthma per say, but she's a middle aged smoker. She's gonna need to stop and catch her breath. (Not sure if this one actually makes that much sense but it's whatever,,,)

Note: This is actually my first post on Tumblr,,, hehe,,, STWD has taken over my life and I'm here for it. Honestly I had a lot of fun writing this so if anyone wants to see more headcanons you're more than welcome to request them!!

Also if anyone knows the account that has the head cannons I mentioned please lmk so I can credit them!! I'm pretty sure I follow them but it's late and I don't necessarily feel like looking right now,,

EDIT: I FOUND THEM!!! The person who inspired me to make this post was @/beauisoffline ,, not sure how they feel about strangers @'ing them so i added the slash :d, anyways,, make sure you check out their posts aswell if you haven't already!

[moniibu]

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐

things to watch out for: yandere themes, obsessiveness, possessiveness, light stalking

word count: 621

this is a LESBIAN post, so MEN & MEN ALIGNED PEOPLE DNI.

summary: not really a summary but i saw a couple of yandere omega posts and wanted to see a lesbian version. i didn’t really get into the “dom” part but i might make a part 2 idk.

also, requests ARE OPEN !! hope you enjoy ༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who fell in love with you the moment she laid her eyes on you. you had been running late for work and wanted a quick latte.

you weren’t like the other alphas. she knows her scent is strong and you didn’t bat an eye as she asked you questions about your drink. you didn’t ask her if she had an alpha at home or other questions that made her annoyed and uncomfortable like other costumers do. you simply thanked her and left.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who now awaits for your arrival. she has memorized the day and time you usually come in and has made sure that she is the only one who’s working the register that day just so she can see you.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who is ecstatic when she finds out that you two have a shared friend. now she can find out details about you that she may be able to use to get into your good graces.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who after convincing her friend, finally gets your number! she’s so happy she finally has a way to access you!!

she finally has found out information about you that you have given to her yourself! she’s so happy that you trust her enough to share it with her.

she loves the friendship that she has created with you. she loves the fact that she can now be in your space with your consent rather than having to do it at night. she loves all the inside jokes you two have made, and how close in contact she can be with you!

she loves being your friend, and while she wishes she could take it to the next level and be your omega, she’s happy with what she has. she wouldn’t want for it to be awkward and lose you forever, that’s the last thing she wants!! :(

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who tríes to embody the type of omega you want. you’re exactly her type down to a t, and after finding out that you’re single, she’s desperate for you to pick her out of all the other omegas.

she’s the best omega so please pick her! she can be the perfect housewife for you and will be a wonderful wife. all you have to do is give her the chance, believe me, she’ll take it!!

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who is outraged when she finds out that there’s an omega that you’re talking too. what do you mean there’s someone else? she thought what you two had was special. you’re her alpha, and she’s your omega. she won’t let anyone take it away from her, especially some brat who thinks that they can take her place.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who begins to stalk you. she begins to follow you home, just so you can be safe. she doesn’t want that other omega to show up, and what better way for that to happen is for her to be in the moment so it doesn’t become real.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who begins to dote on you and scent you as a claim. you like bringing your own lunch to work? well now you have someone making you bento-like lunches that was obviously made by someone else. you like looking nice as you head into work? she’s here to iron your suit and help you put on your tie before you head out the door, scenting you while she does it.

༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA •°. *࿐ who tries to steer you away from other omegas. if you talk about wanting to find love then she’s there to try and convince you not to do it. if you want to go on a date with someone, she’ll try to make them look bad so you don’t go with them. she’s all you need, there’s no need for anyone else but her! if you do manage to find someone who says yes and doesn’t have any bad situations from their past? suddenly they want nothing to do with you and avoid everything and anything you do, text, or say to them.

but don’t worry, there’s an omega waiting for you at home who will gladly comfort you after a failed attempt at love.

༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ༄ ‧₊˚ •°.

༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ༄ ‧₊˚ •°. *࿐ ༄ ‧₊˚

this idea was made and created by @moniibu all rights are reserved to @moniibu and you are NOT allowed to steal or copy this work.

[vorrentis]

Reader x Jihyo - Looking Out For You (Part 3)

Part 3 and FINALE!!!

Let's get to it!

WORDS: 9842

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"..."

"..."

"...w-who...am I?" Jihyo repeated while leaning back.

You were looking around the room.

"Also, where am I?"

Jihyo gulped.

"I-it's not funny (YN)," Jihyo believed it was a joke.

A stupid joke.

"What's not funny..."

Jihyo's breathing became erratic, as she placed herself on the chair in disbelief.

She did not want to believe this.

She cannot believe this!

"(YN) please stop it..." She sounded like a child begging.

"So, am I (YN)?" You pointed at yourself as Jihyo rose her hands to the side of her head.

"No, no no no no no..." She was muttering.

"So I'm not (YN)?" You questioned as Jihyo remained still.

If things weren't bad enough, this was the worst she couldn't imagine.

"D-d-doctor...doctor!" Jihyo stood up, knocking the chair down, and went to the hall, "C-can anyone help me!?"

"What's the matter," she heard from behind as a nurse came over quickly, seeing her anguish.

"S-something's wrong!" She pointed at you, "h-he doesn't know a-anything..." Jihyo broke at the last word as the nurse nodded.

"Okay, okay, let me get his doctor, calm down and take deep breaths."

But it was on deaf ears as Jihyo kept repeating...

"H-he doesn't know...he doesn't know..."

The nurse quickly got her pager as Jihyo walked into the room, staring at you like a wonder.

"What's going on?" You asked as Jihyo remained rooted.

"..."

She wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"Mr. Park."

From behind her, the doctor's voice was heard as Jihyo pointed.

"D-doctor, h-he-"

"I know, the nurse informed me," he passed her as Jihyo stared at the two.

"C-can you do something...give him medicine or..." Jihyo was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Do you know your name?"

"I don't know, is it (YN)?" You answered.

"What about her?" He pointed at Jihyo.

You looked at her as Jihyo held her hands in front of her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't."

"Oh god...oh god no..." Jihyo held a hand over her mouth.

"Do you know your parent's name?" 

"...sorry, I don't." You answered as the doctor pursed his lips and stroked his chin and looked at Jihyo.

"Tell me what you do remember, anything," the doctor's voice sounded demanding, but nevertheless, you thought hard about what you did remember, trying to figure out yourself. 

"..."

"..."

"..."

That was the problem though. 

Your memory was blank with not a trace of memory except a few moments ago.

"...I-I don't know...I'm trying but..." you trailed off, looking at the bedsheets with fixed eyes. 

"Oh my god, oh my-d-doctor he has to know something! Can you do anything!" Jihyo was panicking as the doctor turned to her.

"The best we can do now is call his parents and give him space."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Ms. Park, but please let's step out while I inform his parents." The doctor insisted as Jihyo ultimately had to agree, though she mindlessly left the room like a zombie.

Jihyo wanted to stay and comfort you to the best of her ability and tell you everything will be okay, but her nerves kicked in as her whole body started to shake while leaving the room.

Stepping out into the hall...

"(YN)...oh god...(YN)...what have I done..." She muttered.

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The hospital lobby was a sea of unfamiliar faces, the soft hum of activity filling the air. 

Jihyo sat alone near the corridor of where she left, her fingers nervously twisting a tissue as she anxiously awaited any news about you. 

The words she had heard just moments ago echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: amnesia, unable to remember anything, including yourself.

The doctors instructed her that she wasn't able to come into the room until further notice.

'Whose (YN)?'

That kept repeating in her head.

You didn't even know yourself.

Worrying was an understatement.

Jihyo's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.

Her heart felt heavy, a mixture of fear and sadness coursing through her veins.

Guilt was crashing into her as well as all this was her doing.

She didn't know what to even think of fixing this, clinging to the tissue, her knuckles turning white as her worry intensified. 

The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. 

Jihyo's gaze remained fixed on the hospital corridor, her heart skipping a beat every time someone approached. 

She desperately hoped for a familiar face, a doctor or a nurse, to come out and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

That is until...

"(YN)! We heard he's awake! We're his parents!" she heard from behind as Jihyo turned to spot your parents, over the counter asking the receptionist.

A chill ran down her body as Jihyo couln't comprehend what they were going through.

She didn't even know if she can approach them.

"Jihyo!" She gulped as your dad spotted her and he made his way to her as the mom stayed to get some answers, "(YN), d-don't tell me it's true, does he not know us?" 

Jihyo weakly shook her head as your dad got in front of her.

"Oh no..." He uttered as Jihyo's heart, whatever was left was sweeped away from hearing and seeing him.

"Jihyo," this time your mother came over and rather than words, she came and gave Jihyo a hug, "w-what happened, they told us that (YN) has amnesia, t-that can't be right, h-he has to remember us!?"

Jihyo felt a knife go through her.

She was the cause of this.

"...I-I-"

"Mr. (LN), Mrs. (LN), please calm down."  The doctor came towards them from the hall as your parents marched to him.

"You're telling us to be calm!? My son doesn't even know us!" Your mom yelled causing the room to have eyes on them.

"I know the situation is dire, but please, follow me and all will be explained."

"What is there to explain!?" Your mother shrieked.

"(Mother's Name)," your father came at her side, "please, I know it's hard, but we have to listen to what we can do."

Your mother turned to him with a glare, but tears forming as she gave a deep sigh.

"Fine..."

"Follow me please." The doctor was unfazed at the reaction as he grown accustomed to the reactions like this.

"Jihyo, come with us please," you father asked of her as Jihyo and your parents followed him and he led him to the window of your room.

The four looked through the window as you watched the TV in the corner with some commercials airing.

"He's awake..." your mother spoke and while it should be a momentous occasion, they couldn't even have a little spirit in that.

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor began, "amnesia causes memory loss, some lose months, and some can lose decades. Your son, unfortunately, was the latter, sounds like since he was very young if he couldn't remember his own name or you two."

Your parents stiffened at the information.

"S-so...nothing?" Jihyo gulped as the three stared at you in the window. 

"Well, he's able to do normal things like walking and talking of course. Those aren't memories, more like a function of the body that we're all accustomed to." The doctor explained. "But besides that...I'm sorry,"

Each person just took that hard.

"...W-what can we do doctor?" Your dad asked with your mom hugging his side.

"As I said before when he was in a comatose state, the best approach was to be around him. The best thing is for you two to talk with him, and try to see if he can remember anything big. Vacations, family, school, and someone important to him. If not then show him something important: locations, items, pictures, whatever he may think was important in his life. Or continue to do your daily activities with him, a recurrence may trigger his mind if he does the same sequences."

Your dad nodded.

"...what if that doesn't work," Jihyo spoke up as the three turned to her, "w-what if his memory doesn't return? What then?" She asked the doc in a panic state, she couldn't live with this.

"All I can say is that it varies between people, some get them back and as blunt as it is...some are forced to start over."

Jihyo felt like she fainted.

Your dad stared in disbelief.

Your mother...

"That's it?! Start over!?"

"I know it's not-"

"No! No you can't just say start over! That's my son!" She pointed at the window, "Seventeen years we've been living with him, creating every memory and you're telling us that we have to start over!" 

"(Mother's Name)." Your dad held onto her tight as he said her name. "T-they tried everything they can. At least he's awake now. Believe me, I feel everything you're feeling right now. But we need to be calm and do whatever it takes to bring our son back. They've done everything they could to help him, now it's our turn."

Your mom just clenched her mouth as tears were dropping.

"He's strong (Mother's Name), he will remember, he'll push through."

About thirty seconds passed and your mom just took deep breaths as she looked at your dad and then back to the doctor.

"...I'm sorry."

"No apologies are necessary." The doctor said. "If anyone should be sorry it's me. You may speak to him but before you leave, we'll need to do some checkups before he's allowed to leave. If you have any questions, you have my number." He stated before making his way out to leave.

"Jihyo, do you mind us going alone." Your dad asked her as Jihyo shook her head and watched through the window at you.

Your mom and dad looked at each other, no words were spoken as they took a deep breath and went inside. 

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Thirty Minutes Later

Jihyo waited in the corridor for your parents to be done.

She didn't feel like staring at them and sat on a bench in the hall.

"Start over..."

She could have possibly ruined your family.

All because she didn't trust you.

She had her eyes shut as the amount of guilt piled up to a never-ending total.

She didn't call her parents or (FN) about you.

She needed to be alone.

"What can I do..."

Eventually...

SWING

Your parents came out as Jihyo heard and turned towards them.

"Did he remember anything?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Their gaze dropped and shook their heads. 

"We tried everything we could think of at the moment, but he doesn't remember a thing. Not even us," Your father explained as your mother's shoulders slumped with him, "like nothing. Like a total stranger,"

It was like the doctor said, you didn't feel anything.

"...I'm sorry," Jihyo stated as the two nodded, "s-should I try?"

"Go ahead," your father stated, your mother didn't say anything, "We'll uhm, inform the doctor, sorry Jihyo, it won't be as long as us. We want him to get home as soon as possible."

"I understand, I won't take too much time." Jihyo agreed and went towards the room.

She didn't even know what to think, as every emotion was attacking her mind at once.

Panic, sadness, guilt, shock...

She got near the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door, walking in and when she did, you turned from the TV to her.

"You're that girl from earlier." You said looking at her as Jihyo felt hurt from the 'girl' comment.

"...yeah, my name is Jihyo. Park Jihyo." She introduced as you nodded.

"Jihyo..." she hoped that would have caused something, "...I'm sorry, I-I don't recongize that name either. My parents or those two who were here earlier told me about you though."

"T-they did?"

"They said you were my friend, a good friend."

That stung her.

"...I-I am, uhm, may I show you some things?" You nodded while Jihyo pulled out her phone and went to the photo section.

"That's what my uh, parents did too. I also didn't know anything from that." 

"Well, maybe this can work," Jihyo prayed as you nodded, "do you remember this?" She showed a photo of you and her around the first week of school, you and her were smiling while eating lunch at your usual table.

You investigated the photo as you leaned forward to her phone.

"Sorry no." You answered as Jihyo felt pain, but she didn't stop, sliding her finger across to show a couple of more photos of you and her.

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"...I guess we are good friends," you stated as Jihyo nodded..

"Yeah..." she managed to say, even if she didn't deserve you as one.

"So you know me well then? Like them?" 

She nodded while keeping her emotions in.

"Yeah, a lot. We've been through a lot together,"

As your gaze met hers, a flicker of recognition seemed to light up your eyes.

"A lot?"

She nodded and it was a small glimmer of hope, a reminder that even amidst the uncertainty, the bond you had shared was still alive.

"A lot and no matter what (YN), I'm here for you, no matter what. We're going to work through this together, and I promise you, we'll fix this."

Your brow furrowed as you tried to grasp onto the words she was saying, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. 

"Fix this?"

Jihyo nodded, her eyes unwavering as she spoke with conviction. 

"Yes, your memories, we'll find a way to help you remember. We'll go through old photos, revisit places we used to go and talk about the moments we've shared. I won't let this amnesia beat you, not you."

Your gaze softened, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability in your eyes, regardless...your smile appeared.

The same one that Jihyo prayed for weeks to come and now, it pained her even more than seeing you slumber.

"Well, thank you, uh, Jihyo?" You said her name slowly as she nodded, "I guess I'm glad to have you as a friend," 

...and that's when she lost it.

Your smile frowned as Jihyo's expression contorted and her eyes started to blink rapidly.

"Are you-"

Jihyo then slowly came at you, hugging you softly rather than a sudden pounce once more as you recall this happening a short time back.

You heard a few deep breaths while you remained still, didn't know what to say or do as your gaze clouded with confusion and uncertainty. 

For some reason, this didn't bother you as you didn't move your arms or made any attempt to have her move.

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"...I promise you (YN)," you heard now as Jihyo pulled back from you. You saw watery substance under her eyes as she stared at you, her hands on the side of your arms, "no matter how challenging it gets, I promise you, I won't give up." you felt a squeeze on your arms, "I'll be right here by your side, guiding you through each step, holding onto the hope that we'll find a way to make you remember together."

Your lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of trust and gratitude in your eyes as you nodded at her.

"You mean that?"

Jihyo nodded emphatically, her heart filled with determination. 

"Yes, (YN). I mean every word. We're in this together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

As their eyes intertwined, a silent promise passed between them.

A promise of resilience, of unwavering support, and of the unbreakable bond they shared as Jihyo's commitment was unwavering.

She'd wanted to help you and more though this is the first wall to break down.

After, when you do remember, she'd hoped that you'd let her be at your side still.

Then she dropped her arms, but her hands went to your right hand and took yours in hers.

"I...I miss you more than you know." She muttered as you stared at her.

"..."

A few seconds after, she retreated back a few steps, staring at you for a bit till halfway in the room as she turned around and left as you watched her leave.

When she did, you looked down at your hand.

You felt strange.

"Miss me? I guess we were really good frie-hmph"

A sharp hit came to your head and your eyes closed for a few seconds as the pain was gone like that.

"W-what was that?"

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Jihyo stepped out of your hospital room, her shoulders weighed down by a mixture of frustration and concern. 

She thought you would remember something from their photos, but your memories remained elusive.

Walking down the corridor, she spotted your parents waiting anxiously. 

Their faces lit up with a mix of hope and expectation as they saw her approach but Jihyo's expression revealed the disappointment she was feeling.

"No? Not even a bit?" your mother asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Jihyo's gaze dropped momentarily before she met their eyes. 

"I'm sorry,"

Your father's shoulders slumped, and a heavy silence settled between them. 

Jihyo could see the disappointment etched on their faces, and it mirrored the frustration she felt herself.

Your mother's eyes welled up with tears, her voice quivering. 

"I can't believe it...not being able to remember us, his life, us...that bastard took him from us..."

Jihyo knew who she was talking about.

No, she didn't ask them about suing Dan, she let it be as she didn't want to be associated with him anymore.

"He got what he deserved (Mother's name), there's nothing we can do for that. Now we have to focus on (YN)."

Jihyo nodded in empathy, her heart aching for both you and your parents.

Your mother sighed heavily, his frustration evident. 

"...you're right (Father's name), we have to focus on (YN). And Jihyo,"

She reached out and gently squeezed your Jihyo's arm. 

"Thank you. We appreciate everything you've done for us to start with, but we need your help even more now."

"I'll do everything I can Mrs. (LN)," Jihyo's determination shone through as she met their eyes, hiding the true guilt she had, "I care about (YN) deeply too, and I won't stop until he's back. I promise him and you both."

Both mom and dad gave faint smiles, happy to see that you made a wonderful friend in Jihyo.

"Thank you Jihyo, we know you will, well, the doctor said that we can take (YN) after an hour of checkups. I don't think there's nothing for you to be here at the moment and after we'll be leaving to home."

Jihyo nodded.

"I understand. Can you keep me on notice too please?" She said as your parents nodded.

"We will, don't worry. We'll let you be with him after a while okay." She said as Jihyo nodded.

"Thank you. I'll see you later then," they nodded as with a final nod of reassurance, Jihyo left your parents in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.

'I can't tell them that it was me...I can't...'

"She really cares for him doesn't she?" Your mom said as they watched Jihyo leave their sight.

"Very much. I'm happy he's friends with her." 

"Me too...he'll remember right?" 

Your dad turned to his wife and wrapped his arm around her torso.

"He will (Mother's Name), he will."

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ONE DAY LATER

It had been a day since you were released from the hospital, your memory still a jumbled puzzle waiting to be pieced together. 

And now, Jihyo was standing outside your room, hoping that perhaps talking about the past could trigger something, anything, to help you remember.

She informed her parents when coming home and boy did she let the water works out as her parents comforted her, thinking the worst happened.

But when she informed them that you woke up with amnesia, they understood.

With comforting words, they were telling her that you'll pull through just like you pulled through with the coma.

It took twenty-ish minutes before she returned to her room, taking a while to begin researching what she could do with amnesia.

Turns out, there was no known cure. 

The doctor's words about being around you were the only thing she could read.

And if that is what she has to do, then she'll do it.

She'll tell every word, every story, and visit every place the two have been.

She doesn't care if it takes a thousand stories or a thousand places to make you remember even a fraction of a memory.

If that thousandth trip did it, then she'll do it again.

But now looking at your door, her mind came to what happened before.

Before she wanted to be with you and here she was, a door away from you awake.

With a determined exhale, Jihyo knocked lightly on the door before entering. 

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello?" She heard like nothing.

This would have been an average door before, but now...it took all of Jihyo's willpower.

"...(YN)? It's Jihyo, from yesterday. May I come in?"

"Oh yeah, come in."

She found you sitting on a chair in front of your desk, a laptop in front of you and a contemplative expression on your face. 

You looked up as she entered, your gaze meeting hers in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello," You waved at her as she nodded.

"Hey (YN)," Jihyo said softly, closing the door behind, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and uncertainty.

"..." It's sad to think that here you were, looking like nothing had happened and yet, everything between was gone.

You offered a faint smile, though it was clear that her presence was a puzzle to you as Jihyo walked further into the room, her heart racing. 

"What's up?" You asked as Jihyo needed to be strong.

For you.

"I wanted to be with you." She said, "Remember what I...said yesterday, I'm going to help you." 

Remember probably wasn't the right word to use now.

"I do, so what's your plan?"

"I thought we could talk about the photos I have about us more. I didn't really have a chance yesterday."

"Oh yeah we could, I was watching some movie about large animals attacking people. Supposedly it's my favorite movie." You pointed at the laptop as Jihyo came closer and gave a small smile.

"Jurassic Park, it is your favorite, I had fun watching with you a while back. We could watch it again later on?" She suggested as you nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good, so far it seems, eh though."

Jihyo at least had a smile on as hanging out with you was what she wanted to do the most before all this began.

"Well, the best parts haven't happened yet."

"I see," You shrugged and closed the laptop, and turned to her, "Guess we'll watch those together then,"

"..." Jihyo merely stared at you as you sounded emotionless.

"You okay?" You asked as Jihyo took a shaky breath.

"...sorry I'm-this reminds me of our times so I'm-..." Jihyo took a breath to relax.

"..." 

"Sorry, it hasn't been long so I shouldn't be like this," Jihyo explained as you frowned.

"...I'm sorry too."

Jihyo heard and it hurt her to hear you say that.

"I'm sorry I can't remember anything quickly, believe me, I'm trying but-"

"Don't say you're sorry for that," Jihyo countered quickly, "I can't understand what you're going through, but I know you're trying your best, you always do in everything (YN)."

You gave a quick smile at her, but it turned flat.

"Hopefully, but now we have all the time to hang out like before. I mean I may not know anything, but just from now I can tell you're a pretty nice person, I wouldn't mind being with you more." You stated as this time Jihyo gave a quick smile as well.

'Even with his memory gone, he's still the same (YN)...but if he really knew...'

"Thank you, same to you (YN), you're everything great. Really, I'm not just saying that, you really are a great guy to be with," you nodded in appreciation, "we'll figure things out later, for now I'd just want to talk,"

"Sure, let's sit then?" you pointed at the bed as Jihyo didn't have anywhere else to sit.

She nodded and joined you as you two sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, how was yesterday coming home and staying here? Were you scared?" 

You shook your head.

"No, my parents are treating me nice so there wasn't anything to be scared about. I didn't feel worried at all."

"Well that's good, your parents are nice people too."

"Yeah, they are. They were showing me a lot of things yesterday, but, yeah."

"Well that's okay, it's one day, we'll keep trying," you nodded, "so I saved everything that we did together in my laptop," Jihyo removed a backpack she had on and pulled a laptop from it, but turned to you, "you do know what a laptop is right?"

"Not really, my mom told me about that one," you pointed at the one on the laptop, "i guess it shows all sorts of stuff. There was this site called Youtube that had a lot of vidoes to show, she showed me who I followed and watched them this morning."

"...oh," Jihyo couldn't even comprehend that, she didn't think you'd lost general stuff like that, if that's the case, did you knew about phones? Cars? She'd hoped it wasn't that bad. "well, it's mainly a electronic that can give you information on just about anything, videos and shows and well a whole lot of things. It's pretty easy to use."

"Yeah, maybe you can show me?"

Jihyo nodded, but concerned was on her mind as if you didn't know this, it'll be like a whole new world for you.

"Yeah, but for now, pictures," you nodded as Jihyo went to her image gallery and had a set of photos ready before coming here.

"These were taken during our trip to a lake."

"Lake?"

"Yeah, there's a lake not too far and you wanted to show me because it reminded me of an old time."

You nodded as your gaze shifted to the photograph, your expression contemplative. 

You stared at the image, your brows furrowing as you attempted to conjure up any hint of memory.

Jihyo's heart went out to you, her voice softening. "Don't try to think too hard, take it slow. Look at the photos, and I'll tell you what happened that day."

You nodded as one pic at a time, she explained that particular day.

Her words painted a vivid picture of their laughter, the feel of water at their feet at the shore, and the sound of wilderness around. 

She showed the impromptu skipping stone competition they had, the way they had raced each other to the water's edge, fishing with a kit that you borrowed from your dad, and the way they had watched the sunset together till they left.

It was a top-tier day for Jihyo.

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on the photograph as if hoping that Jihyo's words would spark a connection.  

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo watched you closely, her heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and hope. 

She knew that helping you remember wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do whatever it took to fix that bridge.

"...sorry. I should know this."

Jihyo reached out and placed her hand on yours, her touch gentle and reassuring. 

"It's okay, I'm not rushing you, it's your pace. I know it's not easy, but you're not alone in this (YN). We'll figure it out together. I'll help anyway I can."

As you looked into Jihyo's eyes, a sense of comfort washed over you. 

Her presence, her determination to help you remember, was a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty. 

Maybe, just maybe, with her by your side, you could weave forgotten memories and find your way back to the person you-

"Argh!" You held your head in your hands, pulling from Jihyo's as Jihyo immediately panicked, putting the laptop aside and kneeled in front of you.

"(YN)?! Hey!? A-are you okay!?"

As you held your head...

SQQUUUEEEKKKK CRASH

Wee woo...Wee woo...Wee woo...

THUMP THUMP

'Car...Blood...Head.'

Loud sounds and a voice were heard, someone you didn't recognize as you winced for a few seconds before the pain disapparated.

You opened your eyes slowly and spotted Jihyo's concerned look right in front of you, inches away.

"You okay?" You nodded slowly, "w-what happened?"

"I-I had a sudden pain in my head and...it's gone now," You informed as Jihyo looked at the top of your head.

"S-should I call the doctor? Your parents?"

"No, I'm good, really."

"...I-okay, are you sure you're okay," you nodded, but Jihyo didn't let her tension go.

"Yeah, but it's strange, I heard this sound and a voice." Jihyo rose her brows, "the sound was like something broke and I heard three words: 'car, head, and blood' w-what could those mean?" You questioned Jihyo as she looked away.

"Car, hea-" she turned to you, "have your parents told you of what happened to you?"

"Not much, just that something happened and-that's what those are?"

"I'm pretty sure, can you remember anything now?"

"..." You gave a blank stare.

"..."

"..."

You shook your head.

"Sorry, I-I don't-"

"Don't be, it's okay, don't think too hard after that jolt." Jihyo informed as you nodded, "Listen, I'm gonna tell your parents okay," then she gave a soft smile, "Maybe our talks actually worked." Jihyo's spirits, despite you getting hurt, increased slightly there.

"But it wasn't like yesterday though."

Jihyo's interest rose immensely.

"Yesterday? It happened too?" Jihyo questioned as you nodded, "Tell me."

"I didn't hear words that time, just a sharp pain like this one and it happened after you left. I was thinking of you and it just came."

'Thinking of...'

"About what?"

"About how we probably became friends and it happened. That's it. But nothing else."

"...so, me too? Right now?" She asked.

You nodded.

"...I'm gonna go tell your parents." You nodded as Jihyo stood up, "don't think of anything else while I'm gone, or if it happens again, tell me right away when I come back," she instructed as you nodded.

She hurried and left the room and you sat there looking forward.

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"And it happened twice with you?" Mom asked as Jihyo nodded.

"And he remembered those words specifically?" Dad stepped forward as Jihyo turned to him.

"I think because it's the most recent before he went into a coma. Remember the doctor said that he went it during the ride to the ER," Jihyo hypothesized as Mom sighed.

"I'll call the doc." Dad went to get his phone from the kitchen as your mother licked her lips.

"But how can he remember that though?" She questioned.

"At least it's something Mrs. (LN)." Jihyo responded.

"No, you're right, I-I should be happy, but, we've been showing him childhood films and photos and stories and nothing clicked for him, but he remembers the day he got injured? That's not a day I want him to remember."

"I know, me neither, let's hear what the doctor says," your mom nodded to her idea and it was a couple of minutes before...

"Okay, they're on speaker," your dad came in and held his phone in between the three.

"So he remembered specific words?" The doctor's voice was heard.

"Yes, 'Car, blood and head,' I think it's what you talked about during his ride to the ER," Jihyo informed him.

"It's his diagnosis. The staff was alerting us here of what to expect."

"But why those words doctor? Till now we've been showing him his childhood memories of shows and movies and pictures and nothing, but yet now?"

"Well, it could be since it was the most recent before his comatose state that he probably could remember those days easier. Tell me, was there something that could have been a trigger? What could you have been talking about during the two conversations?"

"It was me, he was thinking about me and he felt these sharp headaches in his head, once yesterday and just now, but this time was the words," Jihyo explained.

"Well, it's early to tell, but I think Ms. Park could be a key figure in this."

Your parents looked at Jihyo.

"Me?"

"Well early to tell as I said, but you could be the trigger that brings back the most recent memories. I noticed you were here with him daily as well, so it's safe to assume that you're a very close friend?"

"Uhm, well not for long, just three months," Jihyo stated.

"Anyhow, it seems that you and he have developed a, and if you don't mind me saying this, a strong connection that Mr. (LN) apparently reacts to. Now I'm not saying that his parents aren't important, but for Mr. (LN), it could be that more fresher memories are more likely to get triggered than the old, it's not well known but it does tend to be that way."

"So we should start with the most recent then?" Your mom asked.

"Add that with what you're doing, along with Ms. Park's assistance I'm sure (YN) will be able to recall something in a bit."

"But what if he only remembers up to a certain point doctor?" Dad spoke up this time, "Just those three months of him and Jihyo?"

"Well, that could be a possibility, or it could be a trail to lead to older ones, like a coma it varies between people, it's Mr. (LN)'s mind, there's nothing scientific or medical that we can do to have him recover those."

The three looked at one another.

"I guess it makes sense, but doctor, are these sudden pains bad?" Mom asked.

"It's not unheard of, people struggle with traumatic memories in particular since they're intense and they take control of our whole bodies. They can be visual flashbacks that cause us to feel physically ill and cause us to experience headaches, profuse sweating, stomach aches, and feel weak. I'm sure the accident he had will cause these pains, but should only be for a while. If it does continue, I would suggest coming here for a check-up."

The three exchanged some worried looks.

"Alright, thank you doctor."

"Of course, any other questions."

The three looked at another as your dad shrugged.

"No," Mom answered.

"Alright, well I must be off then, if you have any questions, contact me and I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks doctor," "Thank you," "Bye,"

DING

And your dad hung up as the two turned to Jihyo.

"Well, at least he showed some sign." Dad said as your mother nodded.

"Jihyo, I know it's a lot to ask, but-"

"Say no more Mrs. (LN), I'll be with him every step of the way,"

"Thank you," she spoke and then turned behind Jihyo, "let's go talk to (YN) about this," Jihyo nodded as the 

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ONE WEEK LATER

"(YN)? Are you hungry?" Jihyo asked. "What about something to drink? I don't mind getting something for you."

You shook your head, "I'm still fine Jihyo. Thank you."

"Alright but don't be afraid to tell me, I'm here for you."

Currently, you and Jihyo were at the mall.

It's been a week since you left the hospital and you've remembered a couple of things through your head hurting.

While still alarming and concerned, Jihyo and your parents found that the doctor may have been right as both moments of you were in Jihyo's presence.

Thought it was only words of conversations you both had, nothing too major like their argument, but smaller hearings like everyday chatter.

While all were minor, your parents and Jihyo were happy that it was a start.

Hopefully, Jihyo can make you remember something major herself so today was a visit to the mall.

While it may be easier to start fresh, that isn't how she wanted it.

Not a chance.

She didn't want to create new memories with you. She wanted the old ones back, the ones that made them friends since.

True to her word, Jihyo has been spending time with you every day.

Once she got the word that she can hang with you, every day after school she would go straight to her home only to leave an hour later to your home. 

Your parents didn't send you to school as they wanted to get a footing on you remembering first, worried that the students might just bug or ask many questions about you. 

For now, it was just the parents, Jihyo, and (FN) that should worry about this. 

She would just do whatever to pass the time with you just like the times before, there wasn't a moment where both weren't doing anything.

You just went along with everything she had to offer.

Jihyo brought you here to the mall today to see if you would remember anything at all for her, this was the usual hangout for you and her, walking down the mall, looking through each window. 

Both hadn't bought anything, but she just wanted to walk with you, to see if you walking around might give help.

Thought that wasn't the case for you.

Around the first days, you were a bit uncomfortable with her, but as the days went by, you enjoyed Jihyo's company for some reason. 

You can't explain it, but if felt...natural to you. 

You just stared at her as she walked and wondered...what exactly is your relationship with her, she said you were friends, yeah, but she kept on trying to help you each day.

"So how have you been?" She said out of nowhere.

"I've been well." She nodded.

"That's nice, did you remember anything yesterday?"

You shook your head. 

"Sorry."

"It's fine (YN). Let's see, how about we go there, but I need to use the restroom quickly." She asked.

"Okay." You said. 

She then grabbed your hand and dragged you along the way into a hallway where there were two doors.

As she held your hand you stared it entangled with yours and had a...feeling to it. 

"Just wait (YN), I'll be quick." She said, cutting your thought as she let go.

"Sure." You said as she went inside. 

A minute passed and as she was washing her hands, she got a buzz from her phone from her pocket and after drying her hands saw a text from your mom asking how everything is going. 

The reason she was texting her was that you didn't have your phone, they couldn't find it on you since the crash.

She replied with everything is doing okay and was met with more questions from her as she left the restroom.

"Sorry (YN) I-(YN)?" You were nowhere to be found.

"(YN)? (YN)!" Jihyo was panicking as she looked down the hall. She didn't see you anywhere.

She then went and opened the door to the man's restroom, but she didn't step in as she yelled out your name to which no answer.

She then rushed out of the hall and onto the main mall section and kept looking left and right.

"(YN)!" She shouted, ignoring the people around her glancing at her.

She kept pacing around, seeing to where you might have gone, fast walking to the left, she didn't know where to go.

"Excuse me?" She turned to three teens, "have you seen a someone who has (your characteristics)?"

She asked in a hurry but the three shook their heads as Jihyo didn't reply but went the other way.

"No no no, I knew I should have-" her eyes landed on someone's back at a stall in the middle talking to a man, "(YN)?!"

Upon hearing, the person turned and you looked at her.

"Jihyo?"

She ran at you and wrapped her arms around you as you couldn't do anything, but let her do so as your arms were trapped as well.

You tumbled a bit as Jihyo  let go after a bit and looked at you.

"Why would you leave? I told you to stay." 

"I wanted to-" you pointed at the wares of jewelry-

"No, you should have waited for me (YN)! Walking by yourself is dangerous, no matter how far!" Jihyo explained in high tone, making you frown. 

"..."

"Miss, I don't understand what's going on, but there's no need to get upset at him," the stall owner tried to lessen the tension of Jihyo.

She turned to the gentleman, and hearing his words, she eyed you and let out a silent breath.

"Come here," she held your hand and pulled you away from the stall and towards the other side of the hall, the wall of the mall and turned to you, "I'm sorry about raising my voice, I got really worried that you just walked away."

You nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, I only went there because I wanted to get you something."

Jihyo tilted her head back.

"Me?" She asked as you nodded slowly.

"For what you've been doing for me, for your troubles. I didn't think I went far, it was just-sorry," You apologized once more as Jihyo's shoulders fell slightly.

Still in a hand hold, she rose both hands up and pressed her other hand on the other side of yours, trapping your lone in both of hers.

"No. Don't be sorry (YN). That's very kind of you, but please don't go anywhere without me. If you need something at all (YN), or want to go somewhere, just tell me. I don't mind going anywhere you want or anything you want to do, okay?" Jihyo spoke softly to you while you smiled and nodded, "and when you said 'for my troubles' I would never think that, never. And you don't have to get me anything, being with you is all I need (YN)."

She gave a lovely smile to finish her mini speech while your smile increased at each word with you nodding at the end. 

"Alright, I'm-argh!"

You free hand went to your head as your trapped hand tried, but was trapped between Jihyo's hands, which were pulled just slight.

"(YN)!?" she knew you had to be remembering, "I-I'm here, I'm here," she squeezed your hand more, "I know it hurts, but it'll go away," she hated seeing your expression of pain while she couldn't anything.

As your eyes winced, you were seeing several images, mostly it was all Jihyo in one spot.

'First time eating...'

 'Favorite place...'

'Pretty cozy...'

'The shakes are my favorite...'

'Let's go for another...'

After ten seconds or so, your eyes opened slowly as you groaned just slight, your attention at Jihyo's concerned ones.

"You okay?" She asked quickly as you nodded slowly, "okay, just relax and when you're ready tell me what you heard."

"...I-I saw you," you didn't take a moment to answer as Jihyo's lips parted.

"S-saw? You mean you didn't just hear?" 

"Y-yeah, we were both sitting somewhere and-...(Restaurant Name)..."

"(Restaurant Name)!" You jumped a bit to Jihyo's sudden yell, "I told you about that place! We go there almost every weekend, that's your favorite diner. I was going to take you after this!"

"...that's right, I get the vanilla chocolate and you get cherry?" You guessed as Jihyo nodded quickly.

"Y-Yes, that's our usual!" 

Jihyo let out a blissful sigh, smiling largely and couldn't help but get a bit emotional.

"You remembered...you remembered something (YN)..." 

"I-I did, but was it because you told me about the place and-"

"No, you remembered, that's all that matters, I'm proud of you (YN)," a small smile formed as you nodded, "h-how about we go there now, maybe you'll remember even more," Jihyo was filled with newfound energy and passion.

It worked.

She helped you remember even more and it looks like it's evolving to images now.

And something nice this time.

"O-okay,"

"Then let's go,"

Jihyo nodded and went to your side, wrapping her arm around yours, hand in hand and she led you towards the exit and quickly to (Restaurant Name).

"I remembered something..." you muttered as Jihyo heard, turned and smiled at you.

"You did (YN) and hopefully soon, everything," though some parts Jihyo hoped you didn't remember.

"Hopefully...thank you Jihyo, really."

"It's no problem (YN), I told you I'd be there for you."

"Still...also, with what you said a bit ago Jihyo, I enjoy being with you too." You repeated and Jihyo, well, her heart was racing.

Her face lit up as her smile grew and she wrapped your arm tighter, leaning into your shoulder to tighten the bond.

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THE NEXT DAY

DING DONG

Jihyo rang the door bell of your home.

After leaving school, she was greatly excited to spend time with you more.

Today she was hoping for another great day and hopefully more results.

SQUEAK

The door opened to reveal your mother.

"Hi Mrs. (Last Name), how are you?" Jihyo asked, but...

"..."

Jihyo's smile lowered with each second.

"Mrs. (Last Name)?"

"Is there something you'd like to tell me Jihyo?" She asked in a rather cold tone as Jihyo didn't know what was going on.

"Uhm, I don't know."

"Because (FN)'s parents came this morning," Jihyo's body froze, "and I was informed of what (FN) told them last night, that (YN) was at his place. That's when they gave me this," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone.

Your phone.

Right then and there, Jihyo felt her heart bursting with fear.

"(FN) had it this whole time and I figured it was best to give it to him, but before I did, I looked at it myself and I found some interesting messages."

Jihyo's shoulders fell and her stomach felt ill.

"Is it true? Were you were the reason why he left?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...yes."

"Come in and sit, I want to talk," your mom sidestepped as Jihyo stepped in your home, sitting in living room couch.

To say that Jihyo's heart was pounding in anxiety was an understatement.

She was mortified at what was to come, her mind shutting down as she trembled in fear.

As your mother sat down next to her...

"Tell me everything, I want to hear your story." She asked in a rather same tone.

Jihyo turned to her.

"...Mrs. (Last-"

"No, tell me."

Jihyo gulped and nodded.

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TEN MINTUES LATER

"-...that's why he was in the hospital."

Jihyo proceeded to tell everything, from the moment she started dating Dan to everything she said to him about the accusations of cheating, even telling her about the voicemail she left and even (FN)'s side of the story when you were there.

Your mother took in her story as Jihyo didn't feel at ease, even with confessing.

"...were you planning on telling me this?" She questioned

"I knew I had to soon. I am so sorry, it's not enough, I know. But I want to help (YN) out and then...I'll be gone. I promise I won't see him anymore and stay away from him."

"I read and heard your voice mails Jihyo," she then gazed at Jihyo who was hunched, "did you really miss him that much?" She asked.

Jihyo figured to answer with the fullest of truths.

"I couldn't do anything without him. I've spent every day, since he was missing, just thinking about him." Jihyo answered sincerely.

"Then answer me truthfully," your mother asked, "do you love him?"

"..."

"..."

That got her off guard.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...I-I do."

"Only after you caught this Dan guy?" She rebutted.

"..."

"Only after you realized that (YN) was right?"

"N-no I-"

"Because if you truly loved (YN)...then you shouldn't have hurt him, you shouldn't have dated that Dan, and you should have known that (YN) was only looking out for you."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo had her eyes sealed at that point.

"I know...you're right. I can't lie about that. I was so stupid. I know I can't take back what I said, I can't take back what I did...the only thing I can do now is to help (YN). Looking back, I don't know why I was with Dan, I truly don't anymore, because he means nothing to me...(YN) is everything that Dan's not...he's everything to me. He's been there for me since my first day here. He didn't even know my name and he was helping me out. Every day since then he's gone out of his way to aid me in studies, the language and shown the town around for me. And I can't help, but regret what I've done to (YN). But right now, I will do whatever I can to help him...not just because of what I did, but of what he's done for me."

Your mom continued to stare at Jihyo.

"And I promise, once that he remembers everything, I will leave him alone forever...so that he wouldn't get hurt-"

"No."

Jihyo looked up.

"Why would I want you to leave him? (YN) has been telling us about you, about everything that he's done with you before the incident. He wasn't afraid to give out details, but I could tell that he had something for you and that perhaps you for him if you kept on hanging out with him constantly as well, until Dan."

Jihyo flinched.

"Now I don't know how you got involved with Dan, but none of that matters anymore according to your speech...and you've been seeing (YN) every day since the accident and been helping him so much, that I believe you when you said that you regret it. So promise me that you'll never break his heart again."

Jihyo shook her head.

"I promise, never again." Jihyo said at once.

"And are you doing all this because it's your mess or because you truly care for him?"

"I truly care for him."

"Now let me ask again. Do you love (YN)?"

Jihyo nodded once.

"I do. From the bottom of my heart."

Your mom nodded slowly.

"Then that settles it."

Jihyo felt a ton fell of her, she admitted her feelings about-

"I trust you you'll make (YN) happy as you've made him before. And I want (YN) to hear it again. If you're that important to him, then maybe, maybe it'll trigger something."

Jihyo nodded.

"So...are we okay?" She asked.

"We're okay Jihyo. Everything is okay between us. I understand what happened, but at least (YN) is here with us. Don't worry. Now go see him."

Jihyo nodded and went towards your room, leaving your mom staring as she left.

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KNOCK KNOCK

You opened the door to see Jihyo standing there.

"Hi." You said.

She gulped and looked at you.

"(YN)...I want you to hear something." She said.

"Okay, what is it?" 

"You might want to sit."

You did so on your bed and she sat near you.

"I don't know your reaction to this, but maybe it'll bring something."

She then put it on speaker and brought it near you.

"Just listen."

You sat upright and prepared to listen.

(YN)

I know you don't want to hear me or probably even see me. Not after what I've done to you.

You were right. You were right this whole time. I caught him too. I should have listened to you, but I was so stupid and blinded by some stupid emotions and...that's no excuse I know, but I don't know what else I can say.

'Its Jihyo, but wh-'  

"Hmm..."

You then grasped your head with the your right hand as it started to hurt.

"K-keep listening (YN)." Jihyo said, but she didn't like that she was forcing you.

...you know Dan right...

...in a relationship...

...personally make you suffer...

I know you hate me now and I don't blame you. Eerything we've done together and I threw it away, destroyed what we have that I need back.

You said you'd love me and I hurt you instead.

...why can't you understand (YN) that he loves me and I love him...

...you're trying to break us up so badly because you're in love with me...

...I would chose him over you...

Your head was hurting even more as the voice of Jihyo was increasing.

Jihyo watched and winced.

What I said to you, sorry isn't good enough, it was cruel of me to say so after you confessed and I can't make you forget hearing that. 

I can't even think about how painful it was and I know I can't apologize for it.

Your head thumped with every phrase, visions started to appear left and right as you shut your eyes and grasped onto your head.

...I'm sorry Jihyo...

...I was only trying to look out for you...

...take care Jihyo... 

"I know it hurts (YN), but keep listening, try to endure it." Jihyo said as she held the phone to your ear to aid you.

But if you are hearing this, please. I'm begging you to come back home. I need you. I need to see you. I need to hear you, be with you, talk with you, anything with you.

I want to make things up, no matter how long it'll take I want to make up for what I said.

Even if you just want to come and shout at me for my stupidity and being the ungrateful friend that I am. 

I don't care, I deserve every word if it means that you'll come back to me

(YN), please, I need you now more than ever

Images of Jihyo popped into your head as you heard each sentence and you-

"E-Enough!" 

Jihyo dropped the phone on the bed while you were holding your head as the memories of you and her were coming in. 

You grunted as Jihyo watched you in pain, coming closer, it looked worse than the other times.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Jihyo kept saying with her hands on her chest.

You were huffing at the pain in your head, but it was getting over slowly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...J-Jihyo?"

"..." She kept her eyes on you, not replying.

"I-...r-remember...alot..."

"..." She was afraid to ask.

"I-I remember...what happened...it's coming back..."

You looked at it as you recall her message.

"Do you mean it...everything you said on the message?" You asked her.

Once again, tears are coming down her cheeks.

"Yes, I mean everything (YN)...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She said repeatedly as she stood there, "please. Please forgive me (YN). I didn't mean what I said..." She kept wailing as she said whatever she could.

"Jihyo-" 

"You were completely right (YN), I was stupid!"

"Jihyo-"

"I-I should have listened to you!"

"Ji-"

"You mean everything to me! I never meant to-"

"JIHYO!"

Jihyo straightened up after hearing your shout.

"Enough, stop it. Don't blame yourself for that."

Jihyo looked back down.

"But I hurt you. I said what I said, I made you crash and you forgot everything and-...I-I'm s-sorr-" She stopped talking and now was crying.

What she didn't expect was you stepping closer and hugging her.

But Jihyo brought herself into your chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept saying as you cocooned her in your arms, not saying anything till she stopped, when? 

You didn't know.

-----------------------

Five minutes have passed still and Jihyo sobs turned into sniffles.

She stopped apologizing a minute in and you kept on soothing her.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...better?" You asked as Jihyo nodded slowly, "good," you pulled away from her as Jihyo looked up with her stingy eyes, "I don't blame you for anything Jihyo, I really don't."

"But-"

"But nothing, what happened happened, but what matters is what happens now and later. There's nothing we can do about the past. Nothing."

Jihyo felt a mix of relief and confusion. 

She had expected anger, resentment, or at least some frustration from you. 

Instead, you were being remarkably understanding.

"But," she continued, "I feel responsible. I wish I could undo it all. I was freaking out that you would be gone from my life (YN). Since I got here you were there for everything, helping me whenever you can and for that I am grateful. You're nothing like him (YN), you're everything he's not...you're everything to me." She was repeating the same she said to your mom as you smiled down at her, "I know I can't take back what I said, but I want us (YN) to happen...I love you." You smiled in return, "I love you (YN)...I truly do. I know I don't deserve you, but-hmph"

Jihyo stopped talking because you brought yourself down to her lips, pressing yours onto hers as Jihyo was in another world.

It felt like time stood still. 

It was as if all the stars in the universe had converged in that single moment. 

She felt a rush of warmth and butterflies in her stomach, and a profound sense of connection with you. 

It was a kiss filled with a depth of feeling that words couldn't express.

As they pulled away, their eyes still locked...

"And I love you too Jihyo. No matter what you say or do won't ever, EVER, change that. Got it?"

Jihyo felt like crying again, not of sadness, but happiness as she nodded, her smile forming into a goofy state.

"Y-yeah, I-I love you, (YN). I will always love you."

"Then, Park Jihyo, would you like to go out with me?" 

Jihyo reached up and her arms were around your neck.

"I would love to. And I promise (YN) I will help you remember everything else."

"That would be nice." You joked as Jihyo smiled and in a sudden, she pulled you to her and the two of you kissed you again as you pulled her into your body, arms were bringing each other closer.

And Jihyo's heart felt light.

She knew that this kiss was just the beginning of something beautiful.

She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensation of being loved and cherished by someone who meant so much to her.

It was a moment she would treasure forever.

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That's that.

So...the ending probably sucked. I went and revised it about four times now and the other endings weren't that great either. Just went with this one with the images of Jihyo, I even made it to look like the actual things that she said.

So hopefully everyone is happy about this one

Please comment if this final part was okay. Was it bad, was it ehh? Please I would like to know. I don't care how bad the comment is, just wanting to know.

Thanks for taking a pause in your life to reading this. Vote/Comment if you want. And thanks again.

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Young and Rich, Tall and Just Ask Me Out Already

wc: 2.1k pronouns: n/a; none used warnings: none really? maybe the tiniest bit of angst... fluff... and i used the word d*ck once, my bad also you can pretend they're in college or high school, doesn't really matter summary: prepschool!ricky/richboy!ricky just can't get scholarshipkid!reader to go out with him no matter how many helicopters he lands in the school courtyard ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ guys... whoah... rich-boy-with-a-soft-side ricky just kind of hits different? i must say i outdid myself with this one so please, please, please enjoy :)

Ricky has been trying to convince you to go on a date with him for two weeks now.

The first time he asked you was after Chemistry one afternoon. You had been assigned as lab partners at the beginning of the semester and shared a desk during class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 1:10 to 2:40 P.M.

At first, you'd found it kind of difficult to relate to Ricky. His dad was a CEO at some big tech company and he didn't really let anyone forget it. Always flaunting his designer watch with the newest phone model in hand, entire classes full of students couldn't help but fall for him as he draped his Louis Vuitton jacket casually over one shoulder.

But you were just "the scholarship kid". A humble upbringing and a borderline genius IQ, attending this prep academy was an opportunity you and your family could never have turned down.

Working on labs with Ricky wasn't difficult-- mainly because he let you do all the work while he listened to music and played on his phone. But if you were being honest, you didn't really mind. You enjoyed working on the labs at your own (fast) pace and you didn't have to worry about a lab partner messing up your data.

You never disliked Ricky. But you also could never really figure out what to say to him when he talked so expensive and acted so expensive...

And looked so expensive.

But after a few weeks of silent lab work together (and a handful of flunked quizzes returned to Ricky's desk), the tall blonde suddenly turned to you with his latest graded test in hand.

"What did you get?" He asked, eyes peering over to try to get a glimpse at your paper.

"Oh, um..." You placed it flat on the table.

His eyes widened in surprise. "105? Again!?"

"What do you mean 'again'? How do you know that?" You questioned, looking back at him suspiciously.

He completely ignored your question. "There wasn't even a bonus question on this one! Where did the extra points come from?"

"The mini-essay I submitted last night on chemical kinetics."

He stared at you for a moment. "You're kind of weird, you know that?"

You nodded. "I guess you would think that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned, dark eyebrows furrowing.

"Do you want me to help you or not? I would think calling me weird wouldn't really help persuade me," you quipped, snatching his test from his hand and reading the grade circled in red pen: 63.

"Hey! Don't--," he protested, trying to steal the paper back to no avail as you slid it into your bag and zipped it closed. "I didn't even ask you for help yet."

"You were obviously going to. You've barely said one word to me in four weeks, so. I'm pretty sure you weren't just making friendly conversation."

Ricky blinked back at you silently for a moment. "It's not like you've said anything to me either."

"I'll look over your test to see what you need to improve on. Do you have the rest of the quizzes from this month with you?" You asked quickly, standing up from your seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder as the bell rang.

"Uh, no I don't," he admitted, not making any move to get up now that class had ended.

"Okay, well--."

"But I'll bring them tonight. To the library," he interrupted.

You stood there silently, not really sure what to say.

"Be there at 9," he said definitively, a grin suddenly spreading across his face as he stood up, grabbed his bag, and started walking towards the door.

"You--... Do you think I don't have a life or something? I... What if I had plans!?"

"You did not have plans," he said with a laugh. Just before he walked out the door, he turned over his shoulder to add, "But now you do. With me."

~

It was like that, how you started tutoring Ricky late nights at the library. You met after 9 P.M. the days that you had class together, going over the material you'd covered that afternoon. He was a surprisingly passable student and you started to wonder if failing his classes was somehow intentional. He started offering to help you with lab work as the weeks went on, messing up detrimentally only a handful of times but you did appreciate his effort if nothing else.

Your tutoring was definitely helping; Ricky's quizzes came back now with passing grades that had even once reached the height of a 91. But what you didn't want Ricky to know was that he was helping you, too.

He had been right that day: you hadn't had any plans that night. And you rarely did. It was hard to fit in with the other students at your school when they had all led such different lives than you. You could have never guessed in a million years that Ricky would eventually become something like your friend.

Ricky made you laugh. He sharpened your pencils for you. He brought you snacks you liked. He'd let you borrow his Nintendo Switch for the day, as long as you promised to give it back to him in class. You hated to admit it, but a few weeks into your tutoring sessions and there was much less studying going on than was originally intended.

And another thing you hated (not really) to admit: you liked Ricky.

Sure, he could be a little overconfident. A little braggadocios. A little too reliant on his daddy's money.

But late at night in the library, you both grew tired together and the sleep deprivation gave way to a much more vulnerable Ricky. He'd tell you about his family, his childhood, his favorite things, his troubles, his dreams... and he'd listen carefully to you when you shared yours, too.

One time, after sharing a surprisingly upsetting childhood memory involving his father, you could see Ricky's eyes start to water. He tried to brush it off, adjusting his watch as the walls of the persona began to build back up in defense. But before you could stop yourself, your hand had reached across the table and landed on top of his.

He stared at it for awhile before looking up to meet your eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, swallowing with uncertainty.

You removed your hand and placed it back in your lap. "Sorry," you replied awkwardly.

"No, no, you're cute," he said quickly, a hand flying to cover his mouth when he saw the expression on your face and realized what he had said. "I--I--... I meant 'cool'. Like... Like I meant to say 'you're cool', as in, like, 'don't worry about it'."

His babbling just made you smile. "Freudian slip?"

"Exactly," he agreed hastily. "Wait, no!"

"Too late, no take backs," you blurt, flipping your textbook to the next page to continue with your notes. Your heart absolutely raced inside your chest when you heard Ricky lightly breathe out a laugh before following your lead and resuming his note-taking.

~

Ricky certainly had a public image he wanted to portray, but whenever he gave you a glimpse underneath the facade... that was when you couldn't help but fall.

So when he asked you out for the first time, sun shining as you walked together from Chemistry to the student lounge on a Friday afternoon, your stomach absolutely flipped with excitement.

"I'm gonna take you to dinner," Ricky said, hand combing through his blonde, coiffed hair.

"Like--... Like on a date?" You clarified, looking up at him to try to read his expression. But much to your dismay, he was looking straight ahead, not at you.

"Yeah," he responded flippantly, hands finding his pockets. "There's this new place that opened downtown that's, like, mega exclusive. Figured you can't say no to that."

"No."

"Exactly... Wait, what?" Ricky stopped in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No thanks," you repeated. Looking at him now, you could tell exactly who was standing in front of you. No matter how much you liked Ricky, you didn't want to go on a date with this persona of his.

You wanted to go on a date with Ricky.

"Oh..." He replied, shock written all over his face. He swallowed hard and you swore you could see his cheeks start to redden with embarrassment.

"I really like you, Ricky," you clarified with a smile as you watched his eyebrows shoot up at the confession. "But no thank you."

You didn't wait around to field any possible questions. Turning on your heels, you headed off in the direction of your dorm leaving Ricky absolutely dumbfounded in the campus courtyard.

The next time he asked you out, it was in the hallway before class the following Monday. He handed you a small, light blue gift box, his eyes looking everywhere except at you.

You suppressed a smile, opening the box to find a dainty, rose gold bangle with the signature Tiffany T-shaped cuff ends. After having a mini heart attack over how much the bracelet in your hands must've cost, you took a deep breath to maintain your composure.

"I can't accept this," you managed, though you had to admit you were a bit sad to refuse it (and to refuse him a second time).

Ricky stared back at you, absolutely astonished. "Why... Why not?"

"I really like you, Ricky," you confessed again. "But I'll have to say no thank you."

As your professor called for everyone to take their seats, you hurried inside the classroom and left Ricky to trail in behind you completely stunned once more.

~

Ricky has asked you out about eight more times since that day. Each time, the simple question is skirted around and instead replaced with more and more elaborate and expensive gestures.

Now, it's 9:30 on a Friday night and you're typing away on your laptop, working on a paper that isn't due until the end of the semester when Ricky bursts through the doors of the library and darts straight towards your usual table.

"Are you seeing someone else?" He blurts out, catching his breath as he stands in front of you waiting for an answer. His hair falls boyishly across his forehead and he's dressed in a a hoodie and black joggers. You get the impression he had rushed here suddenly without any preparation and he looks so stupid cute.

"No," you reply, chewing on your cheeks to keep from smiling.

"Are you interested in men?"

"Unfortunately."

"You keep saying you like me and then you refuse to go out with me. Do you like me?" He asks, a little too loud for a library, but you're both lucky there's no one else that would be studying on a Friday night.

"I do," you confirm, watching as his eyes grow a bit more pleading as he wrestles with his own confusion.

"Then... Please... Will you please go out with me? I like spending time with you so much. I like talking to you so much. I really, really like you, (Y/N). Will you please just give me a chance?"

"Of course," you answer immediately.

"Yeah, I get it, I get--." Ricky's eyes suddenly light up as he realizes what you said. "REALLY?"

You nod, biting your lip in a satisfied smile and throwing your laptop into your backpack. "Let's go right now!"

He blinks quickly, following you as you stand up and walk towards the door. "Right now? But you--."

"Ricky, I don't really have any time to waste. I've been waiting for you to ask me out for two weeks now! Can you blame me for being a bit eager?"

"What... what do you mean? I've asked you out, like, a dozen times," he says as you step outside into the cool evening air, grabbing your wrist to stop you in your tracks.

You smile up at him. "No, you haven't."

"Yes, I--," he starts to protest, but you cut him off.

"You've told me you're taking me to an exclusive restaurant. You've bought me designer jewelry. You've given me an autographed poster from WayV. You've hired the Vienna Philharmonic to play at the student lounge. You've landed a helicopter in the middle of the courtyard..."

You watch as realization begins to wash over his face. His mouth hangs open a bit as he processes his numerous missteps. Then, a hand finds its way to the back of his neck as he smiles at you sheepishly. "Oh."

"So I've been waiting very patiently, you see."

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," he says with a smile, and then more solemnly he adds, "And I'm really sorry for being a total dick."

"Well, you're in luck. The only way to make it up to me is to get late night pancakes with me. And it just so happens, that I am incredibly hungry right now," you say, taking his hand and starting to pull him in the direction of the parking lot.

Ricky laces your fingers together as he falls in step with you. "Oh! I know the best place for pancakes, it's--."

You clear your throat and he stops his thought in its tracks.

"The diner?" He asks, looking to you for approval.

You nod, giggling back at him. "The diner."

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Cabaret is my favorite of your characters! I just find him so interesting and am always excited to know more about him. What happens after he gets out of rehab? Where does he stay annd what’s he like now? And did he find someone after Floyd, or is he just enjoying the single life?

I’m sorry if that’s a lot of questions, I just am so fascinated by him.

Bring on the questions! <3

It's wonderful knowing that a character that I made actually makes someone happy :D Thank you <3

After rehab, he enters a selfish era.

It's not a bad place if that makes sense?

Toots, Cue and Dazzle

He moves back in with his friends and realises....he's sorta...outgrown them?

So after a lot of self reflection he's going after everything he wants without any distractions.

Diving into work, and focusing only on that.

He is NOT enjoying the single life. He goes on a few dates but no-one ever has an impact on him the same way Floyd did. He also has this new fear that he's going to hurt anyone that gets too close now.

So again he focuses on work.

The work works! He lands a few decent roles! Enough that he is eventually invited to the Classical Trolls Met Gala.

The same one that Floyd went to!

After this he does the whole, begging on his knees apology, and a sort of weight is lifted from him.

And he can open up again. <3

I have a few different endings I'm tossing back and forth for Cab.

Famous + solo egg?

Pairing with the most random, out of nowhere character? (Riff? Biggie? Cloud Guy?)

Becomes Floyd's devoted servant?

Not sure yet? :P

Please let me know if you have any other questions about Cab <3

Anything! What his favourite TV show is? Favourite drink at the club? Whatever you want to ask, no problem :)

[totaled-drama]

hi

uh...

Can you explain Little League? Thnaks..

Hi!! Thank you for the question.

The Little League AU places the gen 4 cast onto little league hockey teams based on their teams in season 1. The Frogs of Death team is called the Leap Frogs, and the Ferocious Trout team is called the Flying Fish in this AU. All of the gen 4 characters are 9-10 years old.

Lightning and Svetlana are the coaches for the Leap Frogs team, while Jacques and Josee are the coaches for the Flying Fish team. Sky and Jo are assistant coaches for the teams. The other alters in the system will coach the team as well if Svetlana isn’t fronting.

Plot lines in this AU directly reference canon!! They do not line up 100% correctly, and I have heavily edited the plot lines to make them make sense with the new setting, but they use canon as a guideline. For example, Millie still writes about everyone, but she writes in a diary with glitter pen, and all of her notes are just silly complaints that a kid would have (“Axel wouldn’t let me use her green marker to color in my picture :(” or “Ripper is mean! >:(”).

Some plot lines don’t take place at the hockey rink. For example, S1E6 is trip to an amusement park that has a catapult ride. S2E1-5 all take place at the school during field day, so the kids are on field day teams (their season 2 teams) during those plot lines. Their hockey teams remain the same during this time; those don’t change at all in this AU. The Frogs are still Frogs in season 2, and the Fish are still Fish.

The hockey program in this AU is directly connected to their school, so the hockey program is kind of like an after school club. The three main locations in this AU are the hockey rink, the school, and the theatre. The theatre is where Nichelle performs at (instead of being a famous actress).

The gen 1-3 and RR casts also show up in this AU. They mostly work at the hockey rink, school, or theatre, but some of them work elsewhere (Chet and Lorenzo work at a card shop in town and host D&D games there, for example). All of the gen 1-3 characters in this AU are in their mid-late twenties.

A lot of the plot lines for gen 1-3 also have parallels to canon in this AU, but the vast majority of them happened when they were still in high school.

I’m going to eventually write a fic for the LL AU, so it’ll probably all make more sense once the plot lines are written out completely, but this is most of the basic information about the AU!! If anyone has any questions about a specific plot line or character, please let me know. :)

I always tag my LL AU posts with “#td little league au,” so you can look through that tag if you want to see my previous art for this AU and answers to questions people have asked me in the past!!

[auroreliis]

Introduction!!!

Hiii :D I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rorii!! I use she/her pronouns!!!

First of all, I recommend staying away from my page if you're under 16. Perhaps not all of my posts include 18+ topics, but some do and I really, REALLY don't want anyone under 16 interracting with my content (I'm also quitte iffy about people under 18 viewing my content, but I suppose I can't really stop you if you think that you can handle it...).

I need to clarify that English is not my mother tongue, so please forgive any errors :')

I mainly use this blog to share my thoughts and ideas!!! BUT I am veryyyy insistent on making sure that my posts are correct (okayyyy I may not always succeed, but still), so I might take a bit longer to post simply because I'm making sure that everything makes sense ;D

Other times, I will be offline for weeks at a time, because I have no inspiration :'(

That being said, I try my best, but my schedule is all over the place...sorry <3

Some more info about me!! My favourite band ever are Arctic Monkeys <3 Also, I am a bit of a yapper, so hopefully I will be forgiven if I ever go on and on about something <3 Also also, purple and red are my favourite colours!!!

I easily hyperfixate on things (and I bet you can't guess what it is now...)

I often play video games when I am free and my favourite ones EVER are Little Nightmares and Hitman!! Though Fields of Mistria and Stardew Valley might as well be on the list too.

When I am not playing video games, then I am watching hour-long video essays <3

I often read books before going to bed, mostly classics, but not exclusively <3

Oh also! Sleeping is my favourite way to pass time :)

My Ask-Box is always open!!! (And I swear, I try my best to answer everything :')...)

If you did send an ask and haven't recieved a reply yet, it's likely because I have not enough inspiration to make a good post about your ask. However, as soon as inspiration strikes me, I will write and write and write!!!

Frequently asked Questions!!!!

Q: What fandoms do you write for? A: Any fandom that I am currently interested in, so feel free to request and recommend me various media that you would like to see from me...however, DC has had a lot of power over me lately...

Q: Is there any topic you won't write about? A: A few come to mind, like extreme kinks and fetishes (age play, scat/pee/vomit play, non-con, etc.). However, if it is anything super niche or specific, feel free to ask me!

Q: Do you have any side blogs or other socials? A: For now, I have no side blogs, however, I have a secret AO3 account!! Let me know if you think you've found it ;D

Masterlist!!!

Yes, I finally have a masterlist. I've tried to compile EVERYTHING on here and will try to update regularly:

Masterlist

That would be all for now :)

Thanks for reading this <3