#This just happened to me 3 times in as many minutes

[cerisahh]

summary — love language headcanons for the arcane characters (giving and receiving)

characters included — jinx, ekko, silco, vander, viktor

cerisa speaks — literally started writing this the night of s2 act 3 release and only now finishing it if that doesn't tell you something about how inconsistent i am idk what does. ATTENTION PEOPLE IN MY REQUESTS!! i swear to god i will do your request in the next year for sure! viktor forgive me, amen.

jinx — gift giving. jinx's most loyal companion is her imagination so it isn't hard for her to think of gifts that are personal to you that'd you'd enjoy.

we see many of the little homemade trinkets that she's made for silco throughout the years, my favourite being the ashtray he keeps on the desk in his office. so dependant on what you're into, she'll showcase her love for you in the form of a trinket.

oh, so you like to read? she sees you dog-earing a page of your book whilst you two are in her hangout and drops her current project to fashion you a bookmark. you only notice that her tinkering has stopped when the bookmark has been dropped on your lap and she's made a blasé comment about you destroying your book for too long so she just had to make you this so you'd stop.

hiding behind a mask of indifference when giving out her gifts is kind of her thing, but she's anxious to no end to see if you like it. her mind runs a mile a minute; 'don't they like it? do the colours not match? they hate it they hate it theyhateittheyhateittheyhateme-'

until you're holding it carefully between your fingers and your mouth is making that 'o' shape it does when something unexpected has happened. when you say that it's the most thoughtful gift you've ever received she's insistent on making you a hundred more.

physical touch. stop booing me i'm right! let me explain. as we see before powder becomes jinx, she's quite normal with physical contact, we see vi hugging her, putting a hand on her shoulder, claggor helping her down to the apartment, etc.

it's after vi slaps and abandons her that she becomes uncomfortable with physical touch. silco (most of the time) lets her initiate it on her own terms.

one time he doesn't is where she's playing airplane with his shimmer device and he grabs her wrist. she lets him retain his grip for a moment but when she does move her arm away he doesn't follow her. through my own delusions i've come to the conclusion that jinx wants, maybe even craves physical comfort, but quickly feels smothered by it when it's forced on her.

despite this, with the right person i feel like she would be willing to accept physical affection from them. it would take time to establish and develop a trusting relationship with jinx but when you're there, you're there. she's also a deeply insecure person when it comes to relationships of any kind and retaining them so you'll have to slip in some words of affirmation between touches.

her favourite way to receive physical touch would for sure be you playing with her hair. running your fingers through it and scratching her scalp? congratulations, that's your new job. you mention off the cuff how you'd love to see her hair down? suddenly there's a brush in your hands and an expectant and giddy jinx sitting in front of you.

even though she trusts you, she'll still get startled and tense up if you suffocate her with too much affection. holding your arms out for a hug or patting the seat next to you so she can lean into your arms is a much better way to initiate contact with her.

a little extra headcanon, when she's doing your nails she'll use her own hands to hold your fingers still instead of a wrist rest. she says it keeps them steadier so she doesn't make any mistakes but really she craves that subtle contact.

ekko — acts of service. season two episode seven dictates this as canon i'll be taking no arguments on this day. seeing his huge mural of future vi to show powder after he upsets her really just cements this headcanon. this is a pretty big action so i'll focus on the smaller ones for now.

starting off really strong with him decorating your room for you. close your eyes and imagine him building you a shelf to store your books or keepsakes. not only building it but carving designs into it. ohh you like music? well take a look at those carvings of sheet music! and do you spy some new books in your collection (stolen from a piltover library, naturally)

with so many different types of people living at the tree, at the beginning he was pretty much forced to learn how to cook all different types of meals. it paid off though because no matter where you hail from, he'll be able to prepare you any of your favourite dishes.

the more i type about ekko the more i realise he is the best househusband out of the arcane gang. he can cook, he can clean, he's a provider - he is quite literally the entire package. him being a certified pretty boy also helps because everyone needs a little eye candy in their life.

this one is sickeningly sweet but for relationship milestones, and even just randomly, ekko will fully plan out a date night for the two of you. picnics on the top of buildings that overlook the neon lights of the undercity, just the two of you. it's so intimate.

physical touch. now this i truly will be taking no arguments on. receiving physical affection for ekko is huge. we all saw how fast he hugged benzo in the alternate au!!

with so many people from his early life either dying (benzo, vander, claggor, mylo) or leaving (jinx and vi), ekko hasn't really had anyone to offer him any form of closeness. sure, he has the firelights. it just isn't the same though.

so when you come along with all the tender hugs and fond touches that he's been deprived of for so long he knows he's done for. consider him addicted. even just clapping a hand on his shoulder after a fight, hell, LEANING ON HIM?? that man is YOURS to command for now until the end.

knowing you're just physically there and not going anywhere - not abandoning him - he's content to bask in your presence.

quick kisses and brief glances at each other come in abundance. if you're not at the firelights base then you're on the go. it's these times that make you both appreciate the time you have with each other. ekko plans to take full advantage of the downtime you both have between missions. don't expect to stray a few feet from each other.

silco — acts of service. silco's acts of service are usually communicated through orders that he gives his goons. say you offhandedly mention that some shimmer addicts have set up camp in the alley next to your apartment. when you leave the last drop and go home you notice that those shimmer addicts you briefly complained about? gone. without a trace.

i feel like he prefers to give out acts of service to you as a kind of 'i can provide for you, don't leave' kind of thing. you don't need to ask silco to do something, he'll take the initiative. he wants you to view him as a reliable provider. this sounds very 50s but he's an old fashioned kind of guy so it checks out.

not the kind of guy to do chores at the start i'm afraid. he has people for that. maybe you can convince him to wash the dishes after you cook you, him and jinx a meal. but never and i mean NEVER will you catch this man hoovering or mopping the floor. that is just simply not going to fucking happen. you'd have better luck asking him to quit smoking.

not gonna lie he just lightens the load of whatever jobs you need to do so you can spend more time together. the famed eye of zaun is clingy.

physical touch. actually controversial take no way CHILLS! similarly to jinx, silco wouldn't actively look for physical touch in any given situation. he's obviously traumatised by his former best friend choking him out and drowning him underwater. not to mention completely brutalising his eye.

jinx is likely the only person he would willingly let touch him. not even sevika on a good day gets that privilege. you would need to spend a lot of time gaining silco's undying trust. only when you two are emotionally close will you be able to share his touch.

buying you jewellery just so he can feel the warmth of your body heat as he clasps the necklace around you neck. silco is very subtle and sneaky when he wants to be close to you.

his neck is off limits to everyone, even you. placing your hand on his collarbone whilst entangled in bed together is the furthest you'll get.

vander — physical touch. oh i just know this man gives the best bear hugs. physical intimacy with vander is just safety incarnate. when he takes you into his arms it really feels like a breath of topside air after a lifetime underground.

i don't think vander would really like being with a partner that didn't enjoy physical affection. it's not only a bonding experience for the both of you to engage in but also a display of trust that he deeply values.

conveying his love for you with intimacy, non-sexual and sexual is something he cherishes. the level of mutual understanding and relationship building that comes with it is indispensable to vander. basically the keys to a successful partnership with him.

that little symbol of love in the undercity where two people touch their foreheads together? that's the most significant way you can show that you truly care for someone and it's vander's favourite way to connect with you in moments of peace.

words of affirmation. vander is the type of guy to not necessarily need words of affirmation to feel good about himself but will appreciate it all the same. he tries so hard to be a good example to the kids and in general to the populace of the undercity. he wants this life to be better. he wants to be better.

he's the leader, the protector, all the pressure is on him. affirming his efforts through words goes further than you might think.

it's you and him against the world. the brewing political storm that plagues both the undercity and piltover is little more than a distant thought when you're whispering honeyed words to and fro in the dead of night. for a man with such an imposing presence, telling him that you love and need him makes him weak.

with your words of affirmation, he's more certain of his role in the undercity than he's ever been. you renew the passion he had in youth, he wants the best for you and will do whatever he can to obtain it.

viktor — quality time. viktor is all about sharing the same space as his partner. with him being the co-founder of hextech, it's difficult for him to find time alone to dote on you. which is why you''ll often find yourself in the company of viktor (and oftentimes jayce) in their lab, them working on a new use for hextech, and yourself either studying or simply watching the magic (literally) happen.

when jayce is off being the poster child of hextech or following councillor medarda around like a lost puppy, you and viktor will settle into comfortable silences. usually with the only noise being the tinkering of science equipment or the quick scribbles of pen on paper. there's no pressure to fill the room with unnecessary chattering. just you being with him is enough. your presence is akin to a relaxant to him.

sometimes most of the time you'll need to remind him to take breaks when you've been there for hours on end and he's showing no signs of stopping or slowing down. it's a practised routine at this point; he refuses, you leave it alone for five minutes, during this time he is sneaking glances at you when he thinks you aren't looking, waiting for you to ask again.

when you do, he feigns reluctance as you grab his hand to get you both some fresh air and a proper meal. he might actually be part cat now that i'm thinking about it. he just can't help but love spending time with you.

words of affirmation. actions speak louder than words? pft, yeah right. communication is deeply valued by viktor. he's exceptional at deducing someone's intentions behind their words so don't even bother trying to get something by him. it won't work. you try to plan surprise birthday party for him? he's one of the first people to find out about it.

so when you earnestly tell him how special he is to you or how appreciative you are of him, he knows it's 100% what you actually think and BOY does that fluster him more than anything.

he isn't very big on compliments, not that he doesn't value the ones you so willingly give him, but he finds it hard to accept the good and beauty you see in him. there will always be a part of viktor, machine herald or mortal man, that refuses to believe he could be good enough for this type of love. when he retracts inside his mind and lets his doubt drown him, it's you who can pull him out of the water and onto land. telling him that you love him just the way he is will silence his uncertainty.

oh you know what would just about finish him off? making him a lunch box and putting a note in there. it doesn't having to be something poetic, even a simple 'i love you ♡' will be at the forefront of his mind until he gets back home to you.

honestly, if you're someone who expresses their love through words of gratitude or proclamations of admiration then a relationship with viktor will be smooth sailing.

[dungeonmalcontent]

*deep sigh* math Tumblr get ready to tell me I'm wrong. If you don't care to figure out about how many hit points a planet has, don't read past here.

Okay. Let's assume Earth as an appropriate volumetric analogue for Toril (which is the forgotten realms planet, which I'm aware isn't quite as big as earth; but let's just pretend here so we can get a grasp of the magnitude of planetary hig points).

According to NASA, Earth has a volume of 1.08321e12 km^3. For those unfamiliar with number compression in mathematics, e12 means you move the decimal 12 to the right, meaning the longform volumetric value is 1,083,210,000,000 km^3. And that cubic kilometers. D&d happens in feet. Specifically d&d uses abstract sizes represented in (for the most part) 5ft increments. A medium creature takes up about 5 ft^3. A large creature takes up about 10 ft^3. And that's as big as the table on the dmg goes for object hit points. Here's a good link for object hit point reference, I'm going to base some of this off that table (it's the same for 14 and 24 editions of 5e). So a 10 ft^3 object that is "resilient" has 27 hit points. Now, rather than scale that up to the absurd amount of cubic feat of a planet, we're going to do what most sane GMs do and work with chunked object volume.

For ease of math, we're going to do a few things. We're going to work with 20 ft^3 chunks of space, we're going to assume they're all "resilient," and we're going rough out the total hit points of each cube to ~50 hp.

So lets break the earth up into 20 ft^3 chunks. Step one is convert km^3 to ft^3. That puts us to a total volume of ~3.82531999776959e22 ft^3. Which is a lot. Divide by twenty to get the number of 20 ft^3 chunks we're going to attribute hit points to, giving us 1.91265999888e21 chunks. That's a lot of chunks. Each has 50 hit points. That's a grand total of 9.56329999442e22 hi points.

But surely you could do less damage than that and still break the planet beyond repair. Yeah. Sure. In fact. Most large objects you can break into chunks and set a chunk threshold beyond which the structure is considered destroyed. And we have a partial reference for this for earth: Chicxulub crater. This is the crater left by the meteor that caused the extinction event credited with killing the dinosaurs. The crater has an approximate volume of 1.10944297536200504e15 ft^3. So if we calculate how many chunks that includes, we can calculate the number of chunks you need to reduce to 0 required to "kill earth." That's ~55,472,148,768,100 chunks. Each has 50 hit points. So in order to kill earth, you need to break that many chunks or deal approximately 2773607438405012 damage.

But in the case of this item specifically, it deals damage to all objects in a 1 mile radius. Assuming a relatively flat plane to stand on and no subterranean voids, the sword deals an average of 65 damage to every 20 ft^3 chunk in a mile radius. This accounts for roughly 308,290,669,751 ft^3 of earth, and 15,414,533,487 chunks of 50 hit points. Meaning it deals about 1,001,944,676,690 damage to earth. And on top of that, destroyed objects disintegrate upon destruction from the sword, resulting in an instant 1 mile radius hemisphere crater.

One hit isn't enough to kill the planet, but unless you can fly and have more total hit points than the sword deals to you, you are going to die. It would also take... ~2,768 hits to kill earth. Assuming max level fighter going at it non-stop without action surge and assumed 100% hit rate, that is... ~12 minutes in-game of nonstop combat? The fighter would probably kill themselves a thousand times over unless they can fly and are immune to force damage.

Anyway. Thank you for taking this dumb math adventure with me.

I really liked the flavor of the Worldslayer card, so here it as a magic item! Only use as a last resort!

[Greg Staples]

[nerdishpursuits]

What really amuses me (or annoys, depending) is that we always manage to look for more than meets the eye, assuming the show has more depth to it, when in truth it’s lacking in so many ways.

We seem to forget what we’re dealing with here. And what that is? Is a novela, pure and simple. A Spanish one, true. But a novela just the same. And while in the beginning, for the most part, quality prevailed? It’s more and more obvious the show is becoming plagued by the inconsistencies of its genre.

We’ll never have a sensitive topic such as SA treated with the care and empathy it deserves (if anything, it encourages the message that victims are better off if they keep silent; the SA itself and the inherent misogyny? they were just background noise for the now 20+ episodes narrative of a woman suffering the consequences of looking for justice that was legally denied)

We’ll never see Fina’s recovery as it should have been treated.

We’ll never see Marta’s own trauma addressed.

I severely doubt we’ll see them healing together in a way that feels rewarding, empathetic and well thought out. We’ll get hints that they spent the night together, that they talked about their feelings and addressed the problems they’re facing. Hints and more hints. Surface level depictions that don’t really bother going beneath the surface. One of those high-speed trains that seldom stop at any station for more than a few minutes, the scenery a blur at the edge of one’s vision. Expecting more? Well, it might be asking for too much. We either enjoy what we can and as much as we can, or we desist. Plain and simple.

As for more of today’s events?

1. Just like Marta is a grown up, capable of making her own decisions? So is Tasio. For Carmen to lay all the blame at Marta’s feet is ridiculous. As is the show persisting in comparing her to Jesús, who is a de facto muderer and whose violent actions don’t have repercussions + let’s add Don Pedro to the list, whose revenge ended with the murder of the one responsible for his son’s death - I doubt there’ll be consequences as, after all, he’s a man and allowed to get away with it. For Marta though? Pandora’s box and all its blessings. May I just say succumbing to rage and helplessness one time, does not a violent person make, nor does it undo the moral tapestry of Marta’s character (for all the show loves to punish her for it).

But I’m digressing. Tasio is not a saint and to pretend otherwise is laughable (Carmen herself suspected he orchestrated the entire thing to curry favour with his father? I mean. Her trust in him is somewhere below sea level, no need to pretend otherwise. More so, she seems to forget it was Damián who paid for Tasio’s out-of-jail-card: claiming Marta’s family wouldn’t help him is borderline absurd). Marta didn’t force him to do anything, he chose to help her of his own free will. And at the end of the day? Marta never shies away from doing the hard thing: taking accountability. And she does it every single damn time, no matter how hard it is. (let’s see if Tasio ever gets there, fully). And I now find myself needing a scene where Fina defends Marta with Carmen.

2. They found the most contrived way of using Marta’s journal against her - if it is her journal, that is; for all we know it’s Marta’s calculus notebook (Santiago invading their safe space and just so happening to find it laying there? It’s not only supremely absurd but a sacrilege as well, yet another violation of their intimacy). Rather funnily, this show might be trying to preach violence is not the answer yet here we are, ascending to the next level altogether (I personally don’t see any other way to be rid of Santiago - his demise needs to be imminent and it needs to happen). Not to mention how outlandish it is that a nobody is able to get into Fina’s cell, waltz into Marta’s office or walk onto their property like so? This level of absurd is top-tier for sure.

3. The one consistent thing? Marta’s love for Fina and Fina’s love for Marta. That hasn’t changed and it won’t (it’s very much obvious Marta is nothing but irritated with Pelayo and for good reason: that man is like fungus, chemical treatment needed)

Oh well. Since the inane seems to be the way? Let’s join the circus: Santiago is moved to tears upon reading Marta’s journal and gives them his blessing, for Pelayo and Santiago it’s love at first ‘stache and they buy the property next to Marta’s so they can be felices los quatro, Jesús launches a business promoting hair-growth (dar en el calvo) and Eladio writes a book in prison (from SIcario to NOcario).

On the bright side? Flirty and Horny Fina is back tomorrow? Or so it would seem. She’s been dearly missed 😌 Furthermore? For everything that’s not being said, shown or addressed? It’s still a feat Mafin remains the healthiest relationship on the show. No doubt about it!!!

[indiestsnake]

okay. for real this time. Major In Stars and Time spoilers for act 3 and beyond. To my wonderful friends playing this masterpiece, to no further. To potential readers, buckle up. This gets long ._.

I thought this game was done with causing me symptoms of emotional exhaustion and stress overload. I was wrong.

Acts 5 and 6 of this game caused the most emotion a video game has ever inflicted on me. Like- the tightness in my chest was an emotion I can only describe as grief. Genuine grief. I felt like I needed to sob for most of act six, for multiple reasons.

Let’s start at the fuckin transition I guess!!!!!!!!!! Siffrin finally thinks they figured it out, and they haven’t. The genuine fear I felt in the cutscene with Euphrasie, the realization that… that this was it, Siffrin was simply stuck. I believed it. I could not find a way to break my suspension of disbelief. I fully, genuinely could not believe that this game had a happy ending. I did not know this game only had one ending, but even if I did, it… I don’t think it would’ve done anything.

The following monologue was the usual terrifying, the game using its informal dialogue to reap horrific subversive effects as usual. Of course it saved some tricks for this moment, like taking away control of when the dialogue progressed. Watching Siffrin snap so thoroughly, lose all his hope and cling to the thought of defeating the king alone because he doesn’t know what else to do, it… it really breaks you.

So. Now that the game has maximized my potential sympathy for Siffrin. And torn my empathetic heart to shreds. It immediately turns on a heel and makes me hate them within three conversations. The things they say to Mira, Odile, Bonnie, Isa, made me so thoroughly angry. I would not blame Odile for actually harming him. I would not blame Mira if she never spoke to him again. I would not blame Bonnie for never wanting to even think about him again. And I would not blame Isa if he no longer loved Siffrin.

I am a person who believes in redemption. In second chances. The readers of my fics know this well. But sadly, actions have to have consequences. And the actions Siffrin takes should have lost him his friends, his family, forever. Even in his circumstances. They had no reason to keep caring.

So then, reeling from the genuine sense of loss and grief and hate and despair, Siffrin nicks the orbs and goes in alone. Through about, what, 20-30 minutes of gameplay, this tension persists. The game didn’t even need to barrage me with monologues, just show those conversations of the family Siffrin left, tear apart the house and the menus and the game till it was barely recognizable. Siffrin. The Lost One, says his profile. Memory of emptiness. Rock, paper, scissors. It’s so dry. So dull. So full of despair and pain and fear and a question of what he could ever do to deserve this hell. He can’t go back. He cannot find the hope or will or anything to go through with it, to follow the script. So even if this does break the loop. What then? He is left with a world where the people he loves most despise him.

Then finally, he reaches the king.

The fight is almost dull. Simplistic. Full of pain. Siffrin does not need a shield to withstand the vision of the future. Because the world they live in cannot get any worse. Nothing scares him more than the hell he now exists in.

Then, he begins to freeze. The king slows him down. And he falls asleep.

The following sequence was just… indescribable. The sadness variant of him, Mal du Pays. French for “homesickness”. Just a simple drawing of Siffrin. The music. The dialogue. The words that come from its mouth. From the party’s mouths. Siffrin tries to say it’s fake. Isabeau’s segment convinces him it’s not.

I didn’t even realize what was happening till it flashed forward and gripped the screen by the face.

He was turning into a sadness.

The frame of his sadness gripping the screen, like many of ISAT’s frames, is something I can’t manage to forget. The cloak and the face and the way it fills the screen so suddenly and finally speaks as itself, not as Siffrin’s party. And he can’t fight it. They just can’t. The universe leads, but he is tired. And now, he can rest. If he just lets go.

In that moment, I was staring at a black screen, begging, pleading for the credits not to roll.

And then he wakes up.

Because his friends are back.

Despite what he said and did, they knew he didn’t mean it. And if he did, they didn’t care. It was clear something was wrong, and they were determined to fix it. Because they were his friends.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a game manage to convey self-hatred so convincingly that I, the player, began to hate my character in a way their friends could not. In fact, I was not aware that was a thing that could happen.

I don’t even know how to express the feelings this give me coherently. It feels like this game snatched away one of my closest moral beliefs only to clothesline me with said belief so I learned it even harder. What Siffrin did was not unforgivable. But it truly convinced me that it was.

So of that when all hope seemed truly, truly lost. It pulled the basic trope of “your friends come help when you thought you were alone”. And it nearly knocked me out of my chair.

First off, get fucked king. Second off, happy for you king.

And then the walk to Euphrasie. I was mixed with giddy glee and unending dread for this whole thing. Isa helps Sif walk while Bonnie holds their hand. Color exists again but only red and oh god the world is ending. Euphrasie is still broken oh god please no don’t send me back don’t take this from me please no no no no WAM REVERSE BOSS FIGHT

Cue that scene. I wasn’t exactly happy that my only option aside from hurting my friends was hurting myself. But it did not take long for me to start groaning in annoyance when Mira healed me.

And then. Against all odds. Siffrin breaks. As does the text formatting as the party literally claws at the text box edges to yell at him.

They fall. Hands clasped together. And he tells them his wish. That he just wants to stay with them.

Of course. That’s all he ever wanted.

And oh god, oh thank every deity, that’s all they want too.

And he finally gets a god-damn motherfucking son of a bitch eye-losing tear-jerking MOTHER FUCKING HUG

and damn it was a good one. poor guy was all squimshed. lost his hat too

the rest of the dialogue is just. amazing. I was gigging and smiling and shaking and vibrating with joy before I even finished Mirabelle’s segment. Walking to Bonnie was when I realized it felt like I wanted to cry. During Bonnie’s dialogue was when I almost did cry. Then Odile. Who I obviously asked for the long version of her theory and she was very helpful for explaining all the stuff. and then.

Isabeau.

oh. my. fucking. god.

the joy I felt when he said it. The leap I leapt, ungracefully dancing over to my bed and mouthing screams of joy. I genuinely just collapsed and writhed around like a fish out of water in happiness. You know how some folk flap their hands to stim? Yeah, imagine that but my whole body. I was so unbelievably happy. I don’t know how a game did this much to me.

The rest of the dialogue was wonderful too. Sif apologized for everything, even the optional events, even admitted the bad touch event. And of course. Isa freaked the fuck out. Because oh my god Sif kissed him. And then when Sif clarifies that it was not a good kiss. He just thinks for a moment like. “…………. Maybe u just need more practice!!! ^^” and it was at that point Siffrin and Isabeau plushies manifested in my hands and I mashed their faces together like barbie dolls

Mira doesn’t want self-spoilers and thats hilarious. Bonnie has no fucken clue what’s going on but she knows Sif was hungry sick and at school so all is well. Odile admits she linguine’s him and yes I fucking love that joke. SIF’S HOME COUNTRY MIFHT APPEAR IN THE DISTANCE????? AND ISA AND SIF ARE GOING ON A FUCKING DATE

and it was at this point I saved my progress, crossed my heart, and prayed Euphrasie would not send me back.

And she didn’t.

oh, god, this game…

welp. this post is two hours in the making. dunno if any of this is coherent but I think if you’ve played isat you get it. thank you to everyone who’s been blowing up my liveposts recently!!! it’s been cool to see the fandom giggle evilly at my suffering :3

tho my contributions to the Isat fandom do not end here. the fic is imminent. I could not stop it if I wanted too. If you couldn’t tell by the essay you just read.

thank you for reading this far if you somehow did!!!! hope you enjoyed my nonsensical babbling. I’m gonna go pass out. have a good day!!!!!!! .3

[puppeat123]

Homicipher

Mr.Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker

Part 4

Warning Mention of: Slightly suggestive content! It’s implied not outright stated, Stalking, drinking alcohol, creepy behavior

Recap from the last chapter - You both resided on different sides of the city. It's pouring too much. You made the decision to thug it out. White Day was just around the corner. “You are not okay. Do you want help?” What else is absent from your home? Before you departed, did you leave your sweater there? You were accomplishing a lot before you went, who knew! What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Italic text = flashback

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What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Following your every move with such intent and wonder.

His red eyes looked almost black due to the way his pupils expanded at just the sight of you. A warm tingle went from his head down through his spine. Making every fiber of his being yearn to get closer. Although it was a simple and messy home outfit in his eyes, you couldn't look any better.

The smell of you lingering on your recently thrown-away clothes, especially in your undergarments. mixed with your scent and watching you move around and do everyday tasks, deepening the pit of desire from his entire body. His wants winning the best of him, taking him slowly, pulling him into an almost religious experience, allowing himself to bask not only upon your scent but simply watching you.

His breath grew unsteady with each passing minute.

You are his muse.

The apple of his eye.

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet.

He gasped for air as if it was his first time breathing, holding your clothes over his face, not allowing any sound to escape him. He wants nothing more than for you to occupy his mind in such a high. His head spins in a fuzzy haze, mind, and body wanting nothing more than his very reason for breathing.

You.

Me desire you.

You like me. Me l̴̺̿i̵̞͆́k̷̪͂̐e̸̘̿̌ you.

Ẉ̷̭͑̚ȇ̴͓ ̵͈̲̆̆g̵̦̃͛͜o̶̤͘ ̴̗̟̆̏t̴̛͙͍̋õ̶̠̂g̴̭̘̉͒e̸͓͝͠ţ̴̮͂̔h̶̝̥̀e̵͕̓͑r̵͚̝̂.̶̗̰̄͝ ̷̡̫͌̓

..

.

.

You jam out to your favorite songs while getting your home together. Although yes, the apartment was old, and a lot of the stuff was broken, like the cooling system, it is still a home.

White Day was so close around the corner now, 3 days left.

What will you do if Mr. Crawling does confess? You love him so much, but he was your friend, nothing more, as the men in red stated.

Although the man in red himself wasn't too bad. He was tall, with dark, pretty, tired eyes, and very kind even after the way you treated him after the incident with Mr. Crawling by the lockers during the weekday. He got you your favorite drink as well. His hair framed his face nicely enough to see at least one eye at all times. He seemed to be smart as well, being in the student council team helping organize events and school trips.

He had pretty broad shoulders as well. He seemed to be well-built under his shirt and jacket.

The silent type can be so hot and mysterious!

Now you're stuck, what if they both like you?? What will be your response? You are just a normal person so that might not happen.

You took some time to also stretch mobility is important you know! Makes it easier to get comfy to in a weird position while going to sleep.

Today was a productive enough day, but what would make it better would be getting some takeout, maybe some pizza, Chinese food, or Olive Garden.

Chinese food was the closest to the apartment, as was the lady, who was always so sweet, plus she had a lot of things besides food. It was like a mini gas station.

You put on some pants and slip on a hoodie and jacket to stay warm from the cold rain. Some lip balm so your lips don’t get chapped from the cold weather.

You make sure to have your phone in your pocket, house keys, and wallet.

You quickly walk to the store. At the store, you bump into none other than the red man. Mr. Scarletella.

"Oh hey, I didn't know you came here."

You stated you are now getting a bit more comfortable with starting a conversation with the man. He seemed to be caught off guard by your presence at the small store.

"Hello Y/N, yes, I like to come here often to do more grocery shopping from time to time. What about you? What did you come to buy?"

You were basically standing in front of him with how small the shop was. You walked up to the counter near the menu.

"I'm just here for some takeout. It's been a long day, but I'm pretty happy, but what about you? What did you come here today for?"

How your eyes shined and how nice you looked made his heart flutter. He must stay composed.

"I am here to grab a couple of items for my fridge."

Not true. You always here after teird day. Me want you.

“Would you like some drinks on me for the takeout?”

“That would be nice! If you want, we can share takeout at my place!”

He leaned in closer to you. 

“That would be nice.”

You paid for the food. He paid for the drinks while helping you carry the food on your way back home. 

He took off his coat and left it on the hooks near the living room. 

“I see you came well prepared this time around.”

“Yup.”

You said you were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation.

You troubled. Not hurt. You like me.

It felt like all his attention was on you and only you, nothing more. You could feel him gaze on you at all times. 

You entered your apartment happy that you cleaned it earlier. 

You grabbed some plates and started sharing the food with him while he placed the cold beverages on the table. 

"Here is your plate, and this is mine." You placed his plate on the table and sat down next to him. 

"Thanks again for the drinks; that was really sweet of you."

He smiled a bit. "It's all good! It's always nice to drink after a long day."

He held out his bottle of sake as if waiting for something. You clinked your beer against his drink before you both started drinking. 

You ended up watching some reality TV with him while eating. It made it easier to sit in silence or talk through each bite. Once you both finished up, you took your plate and were about to take his to the sink before he gently stopped you by holding your wrist. 

"It's okay, I got it. Just show me where the kitchen is."

"No, no, you're okay. You're a guest in my house; you're all good."

He shook his head.

"No, you already bought the food, which costs more than the drinks. Let me help you clean up."

You thought about it for a bit; if he really wanted to help, he could, plus he offered to do so, so that wouldn't make you a bad host. You let go of his plate and allow him to take it. 

"Alright, the sink is right there."

You point past him, and he turns his head, looking at where you are pointing. Once he sees the sink, he nods, grabbing your plate and utensils along with his and making his way to the sink.

You grab the empty bottles and throw them away in the trash. 

Mr. Scarlettela rolled up his black sleeves to his forearms before turning on the water and starting to wash the dishes. 

He was very kind, or could it be he was still trying to show he was a good person?

“..' I will show you.'

He walked away.

He has done a lot so far, even out of that context, though. He could have let you struggle in the rain after being so stupid and running away like that from Mr. Crawling. He helped, though, as well as the current interaction offering to clean the plates and buy drinks.

"So what do you do outside of school? Because I know you must be busy being a student council."

He finished up washing the dishes.

"I like to read in my spare time. How about yourself?"

He started drying off his hands on the cloth that was on the side of the sink. 

"That's cool; me too!" 

Once he was done, he turned around to you with his sleeves still rolled up. 

"That's awesome! What kind of books do you read?" 

You froze in place; you can't tell the truth!

"Um, I like fictional and fantasy books." 

"Oh wow, that's really nice, too. What are your favorite series?"

"I like Crave by Tracy Wolff, or Legends & Lattes by, I believe, Travis Baldree is pretty good."

You're pretty sure those books were tame; it has been a long while, so you really don't remember. 

"Ahh, a romance novel enjoyer, I see! I too enjoy them; I really like Legends & Lattes. I haven't read Crave, but I'll check it out sometime!" 

The way you want the earth to swallow you whole at the moment was too real. 

You cracked open another beer and quickly got to sipping, hoping he would stop asking questions. 

You were low-key getting a bit tipsy, but what did you expect chugging down that much beer??

“Oh man, it’s already nighttime? But you live here; will you be good going home?” 

“Yes, I will be okay! Before I go, could I perhaps use your restroom really quickly?”

“Yeah, it’s down that hall next to the room.”

“Alright, thank you!”

You walked to your living room and continued watching the K-drama on screen, waiting for him to finish up.

After a while you started to wonder if he was okay or if he fell down the toilet because he was taking a long time.

While that exact thought came to mind, you heard his voice from behind you.

“Pretty good show. What’s the name of it again?”

You quickly twisted your neck to him.

“I thought you were still in the bathroom.”

“No, I finished a while ago but got caught up in the show.”

So he was there the whole time in silence, watching the show??

“Anyways, It is getting quite late; I better start going home. Thank you so much for inviting me over!” 

You put your drink down and got up. 

“Yuh, not a problem; it’s all good. Make sure you have your things!”

You stated as you walked him to the door of your apartment. 

“I think I have everything I feel like I’m missing something, but I’m not sure what. I have my keys, my wallet, and my jacket. It’s fine; let me know if you find anything of mine here!”

You open the door wide for him to leave.

“Alright, well, it was nice having you over as well. You have a good night!”

He walked out the door waving bye to you.

“Good night!”

You waved back before closing the door.

You turned off your TV and made sure all the lights were off. 

You walked to your bathroom and brushed your teeth before heading to bed and sleeping off the slight drunk.

-~*•🌙✨•*’z

His hands trembled over the empty tin can.

Fingers grazing over the opening before pressing his lips against the opening where your lips once were, leaving leftover lip balm. 

The best part of it all was he was able to hold your wrist! 

Today has been a good day, his mind clouding once again; however, he wouldn’t let his ends loose. He needs to make sure he was the only person who you’d say yes to during White Day. 

It was now in 2 days.

2 days is a lot of work to do a lot of preparation—only the best for his darling.

….

Zzzzzzzz

..☀️☁️

You woke up to your alarm blaring today; it was another day of school. You were pretty excited about it because White Day is coming up, and who doesn’t love White Day! Just two more days!

You got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and gathered all your items for school before walking out of the house.

The school gave out free food, and you’re already paying a lot of money to attend that college, so you’re going to make sure to take advantage of that!

The food might be alright, but it is still where your money is going towards! 

You step out the door before you get pushed to the floor, knocking the air out of you.

You then feel someone also land on top of you almost immediately after. 

Your vision went a little dark, but you quickly caught your breath. It honestly felt like the Minecraft scene when you take damage. 

The day is just starting, and you're already dealing with bullshit. Come on now. 

“Oh my god!I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Mr. Sacrletella. 

He quickly pulled himself off you and stood on his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You sat up slowly, low-key throwing him a dirty look.

“Are you okay?? I’m so sorry my alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to have a meeting today!”

You reached out for his hand and took it. He pulled you up with ease. 

He looked at your head to make sure it was all okay. 

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, here I can call us a ride to the school so we don’t both run late because of me.”

“Sounds like a fair offer.”

You both sat in silence waiting for the ride to arrive at the apartment. 

"So what time do your classes start?" 

"At around 10:30" 

"Oh, that's not bad at all!" 

"Yup."

Now you were going to miss the nasty food from the cafeteria that your money is paying for. 

"Did you eat breakfast yet?"

You shook your head, wanting to tell him you missed it because of this stupid bump in. 

His shoulders fell more, seeing almost as a look of defeat. 

"I'm really sorry. Let me buy you breakfast as an apology for everything."

"You don't have to do that, you know?" 

You were hoping he would insist because you were hungry and not trying to be greedy. 

"No, no, really, let me get you something to eat."

Always love some free food.

You hummed, and before you could start your sentence, the car pulled up. 

“Our ride is here; let’s go.”

You nodded, getting up and following. Mr. Scarletella

He opened the door for you to come into the car and closed it behind you.

You buckle up your seatbelt, and Mr. Scarletella hops into the car as well, putting on his seatbelt.

The drive was silent for a bit; the driver was an older woman. Her rugged voice broke the silence.

“So are you two a couple?”

You are confused and astonished by the question, before looking to the side where Mr. Scarletella was only to see him facing away from you.

“Uhm, no, we are not. I’m not sure if he does have a girlfriend, though!”

The old lady chuckled a little.

“I’m just asking; I thought you two were a couple!”

After having been in silence for so long, Mr. Scarletella took a glimpse of you to see your reaction, which was nothing more than confusion and nervous body language.

The rest of the ride to school was spent in silence. Nothing else but pure silence and embarrassment throughout it all.

You thanked the driver kindly before leaving the car and arriving at school.

Your stomach was starting to growl from hunger, so you looked over to Mr. Scarletella, who was right next to you, looking around the school entrance while the car pulled away.

"I promised you food." He looked down towards you smiling.

"Plus, I wouldn’t want to have you distracted by a grumbling stomach all class!"

You look away in shame and sadness at the comment, cheeks warming up a bit while he just chuckled to himself. 

"What would you like? Just let me know because I am hungry myself."

"I really like (fav food) from (fav fast food). We could possibly get something from there. I'm unsure if you like them."

"Oh, that's my favorite place as well!"

Me not known.

"Oh nice, let's go then before we need to get to class and you need to get to your meeting."

You both rushed to get there and ordered quickly. 

"Thank you so much for the food. Once again, you really didn't have to buy it for me."

That’s so sweet! He didn’t have to buy you food as you stated before, but you were happy and grateful that he did either way.

"It was no problem. Truly, I am very sorry for everything today. I hope you can forgive me."

"No, truly, it's okay. I really do appreciate the food very much, but you must get going; you have a meeting to be in, and I have a class I need to get to!"

He perked up almost as though he forgot even after the first reminder. 

"Yes, you are right, YN. I will see you around then!" 

"See ya!" You rushed to class as fast as you could, almost in a running manner.

"No running in the hallways!" He winked, chuckling at his own joke. 

You faked a laugh a bit before continuing on your merry way.

You rushed to class and made it before the teacher arrived so that you could get settled in. 

You sat next to Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped in class. He looks upset until he saw you walk through the door, causing him to smile and wave at you. 

You quickly sat down at your desk before you got bombarded by questions from both.

“What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why are you late?”

You know Mr. Crawling doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella, so what could you say? But you can’t lie to your friend either! What to do? Hard choices in all reality, but you also don't want him to worry and think you don't trust his better judgment; a white lie will do. It's not really lying but just omitting certain facts.

"There was a bit of an incident, so I was running late for school."

Mr. Chopped seemed satisfied while Mr. Crawling seemed unsatisfied with that answer but took it nonetheless. 

Mr. Chopped had his hair braided with little clips here and there so his hair wasn't in the way but still looked cute.

"Well, thankfully it was nothing serious, and you are here in one piece!" 

Mr. Chopped stated while starting going on about what he did with Mr. Silver yesterday and how science class was really difficult. You turned over, nodded, and smiled. Mr. Chopped was really a talkative person, but you didn’t mind listening to his long discussion sessions about nothing sometimes.

In all honesty, you were glad he started talking because you did not know how to explain that you were basically hanging out in a car with the guy that Mr. Crawling absolutely does not want you to be around because he is dangerous. You knew Mr. Crawling would not like it whatsoever and would ask more questions, maybe even start following you to make sure you were okay.

In the middle of Mr. Chops's conversation, the teacher walks into the classroom surprisingly late; the class has now started. 

Time skip—

Once class was over, all three of you walked around to the yard; you still had your bag of food ready to eat. Yes, you took small bites of it throughout class, but you can’t just eat a full meal in class!

You settled down at a small circular table big enough for 3-4 people. So all 3 of you were facing each other; you can see behind them, but they couldn’t and vice versa. The boys pulled their food and started eating and joking and laughing and gossiping until their smiles faltered a bit, and then their smiles slowly turned into something different, each while staring behind you. 

Mr. Chopped seemed confused but relaxed, while Mr. Crawling seemed upset and worried. 

You sighed. Your suspicion was confirmed; they say Mr. Scarletella is approaching you all. Ironically, even though people were scared of him, he was still really popular with the girls and people who like boys. That was very confusing because the crowd was a mix of trying to talk to him and trying to get away from him. 

“Hello YN, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped. Do you mind if I sit with y'all?”

You shrugged; Mr. Chopped shook his head no, moving to the side so he could sit. While Mr. Crawling told him no.

To Mr. Crawling's dismay, Mr. Scarletella sat down at the table right between you and Mr. Chopped. 

Mr. Crawling sat even closer to you at the table, and so did Mr. Scarletella. 

You feel like you're in the middle of something between the two; you were basically shoulder to shoulder with them. 

This is some middle school drama-looking situation.

“So what made YOU want to sit HERE?”

Mr. Crawling grabbed your arm that was resting on your side before he grabbed onto it and leaned against you while Mr. Scarletella placed his hand over yours, pulling it to his lap. 

They kept fighting over who was sitting here and all other types of petty stuff. You felt like a rope in a tug of war over whatever they were arguing about, something you couldn’t understand. 

This felt like a shojo manga type of shit, like what!

You pull your arms away from them, which made both of them become silent. You stood up and walked towards Mr. Chopped and sat next to him. 

Both of them looked shocked and confused but then redirected that into anger towards each other. You looked at Mr. Chopped, who looked back at you.

“So, hm, you like grapes?”

He pushed his plate over to you, which you took like 2, so it wasn’t rude. 

You both stared in amusement at the fight between the two.

They both said something that they seemed to both agree on. This, however, prompted Mr. Chopped to start giggling and poking you. 

You in fact did not know what they were saying; you were cooked. You know you heard your name in there but not enough to know what is going on. What a shame.

Mr. Scarletella got up and walked over to you.

“Hey, I don’t think I got you a drink with the food. Want to go get you one?”

You shrugged your shoulders; you didn’t need a drink; it would be nice, though. 

“Hey YN, I actually brought you a drink here. I know it’s your favorite!”

Mr. Crawling pulled the can/pouch from his bag, holding it over towards you. 

“That’s warm, though I’m sure they would prefer a cold drink, isn’t that right?”

Mr. Scarletella stood over behind you while Mr. Crawling glared daggers at him. 

“I don’t really mind, but also I don’t want food to go to waste.”

You don’t know whether to go for the cold drink or the warm one that Mr. Crawling brought for you with much love. It was kind of chilly, so you decided to decline the cold beverage from Mr. Scarletella. 

“I think I’m good with this that Mr. Crawling has, plus you already did buy me food, and I don’t want you to be inconvenienced by that. I appreciate it, though!”

Mr. Crawling gave him a small, sly smirk while Mr. Scarletella hummed, glaring at him. Mr. Scarletella placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t inconvenience me with anything; I'm just trying to ensure you are eating well." 

"Thank you. I appreciate your concern as well as the fact that you got me this other food. Let's just all enjoy the food." 

You patted the seat next to you for him to sit rather than stand. He sat between you and Mr. Crawling; Mr. Crawling did not like it, but he did not protest your choices.

Lunch over~~

You waved them goodbye as they headed different ways to class, except Mr. Scarletella, 

"So you have a class upstairs as well?" 

You asked him if he seemed flustered by the fact you saw him going the same direction. 

"Yes, I do."

"So how did your meeting go? I know you said you were late to it this morning."

"Yes, my meeting went very well and was a great success. I managed to convince them to make a spring festival for the whole school."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Let me know how that goes and what stuff you will have, because it sounds fun! Well, this is my class right here. I'll see you in a bit."

"Will do! See you in a bit!"

~~~~

This was a free period for him as well; the student council tended to have meetings during this time. It wasn't a required meeting, so he decided to skip it. He tried to not make any sound, but it was hard not to using the hand that held yours. The privilege that he had to hold your hand out of all people. The air feeling short from his lungs with his other hand covering his mouth. His heart racing, nothing but mumbling your name as if you were a god to pray to. 

He continued with only you in mind.

~~~~

After 2 other classes and a boring lecture, you were free! You had nothing to do after school today, so you went to visit Mr. Crawling. He was part of the baking club, and he was really good at it too. You make your way over to the club room and see Mr.crawling working on some cookies it seems. He was so focused on placing the frosting on them he didn’t notice you standing in front of him.

“Hey, Mr. Crawling, what are you doing there?”

He flinched a little before quickly lifting his head up to see you. 

“Oh hey!”

He smiled at you before looking back down at the cookies he was decorating.

“I’m making some cookies. They have club day coming up soon, so here I am trying to see what cookies would look better. What do you think?”

He stepped to the side, letting you have a close look at all the designs he made. There were cookies that were decorated to look like a strawberry cake, others that were plain chocolate chip cookies, and others that just said, “Join the baking club!” On a plain background. 

They all look pretty cute, some simple, others very complex, but if they had to make many of them, the plain ones seemed to be the best choice. 

“Why don’t you do the plain cookies, and the bags you put them in when handing them out can have the baking club's logo on it?”

He thought about it for a second and nodded. 

“Yeah, that would be way easier but still pushing the club's name!”

You nodded, although you doubted he hadn’t thought about that yet; maybe he just wanted to make sure to leave a good impression. 

“Do you want one of them?”

He asked, pushing the finished cookies towards you; they were too pretty to eat! But Mr. Crawling's cooking is also so amazing that you can’t decline. Last time you did decline, he was hurt, thinking you disliked his cooking. He took pride in his cooking skills.

“I’ll take this one right here, thank you so much!”

You grabbed the cookie and took a bite out of it; you could see him perk up with pride in his work.

“Where is Mr. Chopped? He is usually here with you, isn’t he?”

Mr. Crawling shrugged.

“I’m not sure; maybe he is with Mr. Silvair! He said he wasn’t doing very well in science.

“Ahh, okay, thank you. Well, I will stop disturbing you and let you work in peace. Thank you again for the cookie; they are delicious as always! I will be back for more!”

You waved your hand at him while you started making your way out the door.

“Thank you! See you in a bit!”

You walked off on your way to find Mr. Silvair; you passed the nurse's office, where he usually was. He wasn’t there, so he must be in the biology room. You walked past the library and the similar redhead holding a book, sitting alone.

You peeked through the door slightly. Mr. Scarletella flinched a little but quickly turned over to see you.

“Hey, what are you doing here alone?”

He almost seemed embarrassed; he cleared his throat before he spoke up.

“Well, I am the president of the reading club, so I like to go over books and see what we should read next.”

You hummed in understanding. 

“That’s nice. I didn’t know we had that as a club.

He looked at you. 

“Yeah, we are a small, close club. You should come by sometime and join us for a book review.”

“Yeah, I should, so what are you reading?”

You pulled a chair nearby and sat next to him. He was a little taken aback by this action and quickly grabbed the book. 

“So I’m reading Crier's War, and it is a beautiful story so far. The book starts with humans making AI, but over time the AI that become human are called automae because they become sentient. These robots were made to be the perfect human beings. They then take over the humans, which starts their empire. It really is going over what your character says about you and being human. They talk about the corruption within. I love it so far, and I think my club will love this book.”

(This is an actual book, by the way, and it’s fire. It is a queer fiction book if you're into it or aren't into it.

You nodded; it did sound pretty cool. The duality and what makes someone truly human: is it their actions, or is it the fact that they are physically human?

“I will come by for your next book meeting, then let me know what day it is so I can be ready!”

He pulled a book out from his bag and handed it to you.

“This is the book we are reading. If you want, we can go over it and read it at your place.”

You took the book and nodded.

“Welp, I’ll see you around then!”

You got up and walked away to continue looking for Mr. Chopped! 

You made your merry way up to the 3rd floor to go to the biology lab.

You found him!

Mr. Chopped with Mr. Silvair, they seem to become friends. You knocked and walked right in. Mr.Silvair was the same age as you all he was a teachers assistant who took over cause he was just too good at what he dose.

So they get straight into biology lessons. How unfortunate or maybe fortunate?

Time skip is boring~~~~~

The sun was setting. 

You walk past the library once again and still see Mr. Scarletella in there. What was he still doing here??You walk into the library and make your way to him. 

“Hey, you okay? What are you still doing here?”

Now that you got closer, you could see he was falling asleep. He had a lot of paper on the table mixed with books. 

His head was in his arms; you did not notice until now, but his nails were painted red as well. Red seemed to be his favorite color, and it really did suit him well. You noticed deep eye bags under his eyes, suggesting he hasn't been sleeping well. You gently tapped his shoulder, which seemed to catch his attention. It was for sure time for him to go home. 

“You okay? Let’s get your stuff together so you can get sleep at home.”

You started grabbing papers, some more scribbled on than others, and had a list that seemed to be like a plan of sorts while you were gathering them together. You glanced at one paper, and it had your name on it. You tried to read a little bit of it. Mr. Scarletta snatched the papers from your hand quickly before you could get a better look. 

“It’s okay; I got it!”

He scrambled to get his items, shoving them into his bag.

“Alright, if you say so."

You awkwardly stepped away and watched him put all his belongings in his bag. 

"So, are you sure you don't need help? That's a lot of papers."

He shook his head, waving his hand, showing he's all good. Once he was done, he got up and pushed his chair in. 

"Okay, I am ready."

You nodded, feeling bad about not helping him while he seemed off or maybe just tired. So you made your way out of the library and down the stairs to get to the first floor; you peeked into the baking club room and couldn't find any signs of Mr. Crawling being there anymore. 

"What are you looking for?"

"Mr. Crawling, I saw him here earlier before I went to look for Mr. Chopped. He might have gone home already."

You pulled out your phone while walking to the exit of the school and quickly texted Mr. Crawling asking if he was home before putting your phone away. 

You didn't notice how the red eyes followed your every move and got a glimpse of other text messages shared between the two of you. 

"So you and Mr. Crawling are close?" 

You were surprised by that comment, so you just shrugged.

"I mean, he has helped me a lot, especially with getting used to the school when I first came here. I remember I was so lost and confused."

He nodded in understanding.

"Have you had an easy time adapting to the school then?"

"Yes, all thanks to him!"

"I'm glad to hear it was easy to adapt to the school environment."

You continued walking towards the apartment complex in silence.

You got there, and it was already very dark by the time you got home. 

The building was huge and had around 12 floors. You were lucky to get a bottom floor, but due to its age, there was no elevator in the building, so it would be a lengthy walk from here. Mr. Scarlettela was so sleepy that it seemed like he wasn't going to make it to the top floors. You have eaten with him before and got tipsy, and he didn't do anything. He was also really nice to other students and never got in trouble. He could take the guest's room that way, so he doesn't have to walk all 12 steps, and he looked so tired. 

"Hey Mr. Scarletella, what apartment do you live at?"

"on the 12th floor"

"You look tired. I have a guest room because it is a long way up there to your apartment." 

"It is okay; I can make it up there." He said between yawns.

You chuckled a little.

"No, it's okay. Come on, you can stay here. Come in; let me show you the room."

You took him to the guest room and let him get comfortable, only for him to fall asleep immediately after touching the bed. 

You closed his room and went into your room and made sure to lock your door before changing and going to sleep.

It should be okay to let him stay the night, right? He was a friend and never did anything weird to you so far; he was always kind, so it was okay!

Surely it was okay.

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Sorry it took so long I kept forgetting to save while writing so I had to keep rewriting things like 10x🗿. iuwegiugaweiyfy

Enjoyyyyy

Also, he was jerking off in the window part as well as when he was in the bathroom after not going to the meeting. I am unsure if it wasn't clear, but I just want you all to know. I would rather you know than continue, because then it will get weirder.

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[eruditetyro]

"...As a practitioner I could say: 'Well how about this?' or 'You might like this' but what I learned was not to do that, because that deprived them of the opportunity to take the time to notice what they want. And I came to see over time that that faculty of noticing what you want is actually the primary and most important thing in this entire exercise, that if I skip over that-- as a coach and a professional-- if I skip over that, I've done them a great disservice. So it's not the actual doing of stuff that really counts here: it's giving the client time to notice what it is that they want... ...I've seen it take a few seconds, a few minutes, 5 minutes; I had it take 45 minutes one time. Gal came in, third or fourth session with me, we're all fully clothed, I said 'We're going to practice asking for what you want. We're going to just keep doing that.' I said 'You climb on the massage table, get comfortable however you want, sit, lie down, whatever you want, and I'm going to sit here on the side, and when you ask me to do something I'll do it. You get to choose, moment by moment, exactly what you want.' I said 'I'm not going to do anything except exactly what you ask for.' And she lay on that table for 45 minutes. And she she didn't fall asleep, because I was watching her breathe. 45 minutes. And then she said 'Would you put your hands on my feet?' So I rested my hands on her feet. I didn't rub her feet, because she didn't say that. She just said 'Put your hands on my feet,' so I put my hands on her feet, and I just left them there. And that was for about 5 minutes or so, and then our time was up. And she got up from that table and she said 'Wow. You have been telling me that I get to choose what happens to me, but I never really got it until now.' And oh, that was a big 'Aha!' for me. Gives me goosebumps just telling the story again. And that was a profound change in her life, and she had told me that many times over the years after that. So I learned when I asked someone 'How do you want me to touch you for 3 minutes?' my job is to zip it and don't figure it out for them." - Betty Martin

[shardsofswords]

Nothing I hate more than the endless tiktok scroll being shoved into every other social media paltform regardless of whether it imtegrates into the existing features. Twitter video? Endless tiktok scroll. Tumblr videos? Endles tiktok scroll. Doesn't matter that i just want to be scroll my dash in chronological order. ENDLESS TIKTOKT SCROLL. Have autoplay off on youtube and try not to use shorts because i want to actually pick the video i watch instead of an algorithm shoving things in my mouth? TOO BAD. ENDLESS TIKTOK SCROLL.

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[mappingthesky]

in honor of halloween, enjoy a lil sneak peak at the halloween segment of my upcoming college au ::)

It’s the weekend after midterms, and they’re on the way home from a Halloween party.

Jane has flimsy angel wings over a barely passable excuse for a white dress, and a feathered headband bobbles above her hair. Nymphia’s got on this little black catsuit with a tail that Jane keeps tugging on. She could’ve been more creative with this costume, but neither of them had really wanted to go in the first place.

It was a last minute decision on Nymphia’s part. Jane had agreed, because Jane always agrees with Nymphia. It’s as simple as that.

“Did you have fun?” Nymphia asks. She’s lined her eyes with these little black crystals that are starting to itch, and her cat-eared headband is giving her a headache, but Nymphia doesn’t care. She’s got Jane’s hand clasped in hers. Nothing else matters.

“Not with them,” Jane says, swinging Nymphia’s hand as they walk.

She’s talking about the group of girls who they hang out with sometimes, the ones who want them to take shots and try to pry their secrets away from them, who shriek when some shitty pop song comes on and try to persuade them to dance, an offer that Jane always scoffs at. It’s not the girls’ fault. There’s no room for anyone else between Jane and Nymphia.

“I had fun with you,” Jane smiles.

“Yeah,” Nymphia says. “You were my favorite part.”

Jane is always her favorite part. Years from now she won’t remember losing at beer-pong to a sorority girl who took the game a bit too seriously, or the guy who’d thrown a jack-o-lantern off the front porch, or the Soundcloud rapper who’d tortured the entirety of the party with his own music for half an hour. Those memories will fade into forgotten oblivion, but she’ll remember these meaningless little moments forever: her and Jane tucked into a corner, laughing at all of it. Jane and Nymphia giving fake names to anyone who tries to chat them up. Some guy asking why he can’t steal Nymphia away for a few minutes, Jane answering because she’s mine. Nymphia has never liked the sound of something quite as much as she likes the sound of that.

“We’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to this campus,” Jane declares, and Nymphia wholeheartedly agrees. She pities anyone who isn’t them, anyone who doesn’t get to see the way that Jane glances over, halo bobbing high over her head, and says, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jane doesn’t need the wings and the halo. She sort of always looks like this to Nymphia.

[sirens-wont-wake-me-up]

I know I study psychology and all that stuff about vicious cycles but I still don't get it how can someone put themselves in a toxic relationship, with evidence of how toxic it is, with people saying how bad it seems, and it's all for a shitty boyfriend? That treats you bad?

[fappellmoan]

for months i genuinely wholeheartedly could not tell the 911 guys apart and this is so important for me to stress bc throughout my life i have prided myself on being able to tell twins apart really easily and liking being that person to connect faces to other things ive watched or honestly just seen in passing like i could track down a random commercial actress and shit and i mean i suppose part of that is not knowing their characters and they just twin all the time but i apologize still im aware that mans last name is diaz and now i feel like im sitting here laid up @ all the tumblr lesbians like haha damn so thats buck x eddie? that said idk if im like happy i know any of this.

[keeps-ache]

wink blink look !!

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

l e t m e i n ! ! !

[acesammy]

Honestly growing up is realizing that normal people don’t have to set timers to remember they’re cooking ramen… which notoriously only takes 3 minutes to cook… and maybe I do have adhd

[gobbluthbutagirl]

actually so funny in retrospect how on the last wednesday of 2022 my job told me i had an “attitude problem” so in 2023 i quit that job, bought a pair of socks online that said “i ❤️ my attitude problem,” and listened to “bad attitude” by meat loaf so many times that it became my #3 most played song of the year