#am i going to keep making jokes about the face changes despite that? yes i am.

[stoat-party]

do you ever think deacon’s repeated plastic surgeries are an elaborate form of self-harm, symbolically killing his old self over and over?

[arminsumi]

tattoartist!suguru losing nonchalance when reader flirts with him?

im down bad for him holy hell

Oh, he's falling to pieces, got it bad for the girl he just met 'n he's gonna make a drunk little bet — y'think he's crazy enough to get your name tattooed on him? Or crazy enough to ink his name into your skin?

ㅤ★ wc; ~3k

ㅤ★ note; continuation of tattoo artist Suguru Geto!

ㅤ★ an; aaa!! you got my brain whirring like a laptop... tysm and i hope this makes u blush and kick ur feet as much as i did while writing!! 🍰✨

ㅤ★ tagz; @ohimsummer 💗@fairiesthrum💗 @heartofjasmina 💗 @kwonan 💗 @ghost-buddies 💗 @madamecorbie 💗 @mima0127 💗 @moggleatlife 💗 @natasaa13 💗 @yemmuishomeforthementallyunwell 💗 @wakashudou 💗 @khaothick 💗 @candy-s72 💗 @creamflix 💗 @starriesworlds

ㅤ★ warnings; sum alcohol/drunkenness

“So, was she joking, or am I your type?” Suguru asks, black eyes staring right into your soul.

“Mm, well…” you hum, giving his form a look-over – god, if only you could feel how hard his heart’s beating when you do this. “Maybe.” You reply teasingly.

“Aw, just ‘maybe’?” he groans, now leaning his hip against the edge of the display case that housed the studs and gauge earrings.

“Yeah, just ‘maybe’ – I’m teasing. No, she wasn’t joking; I’ve always had a thing for the black hair, black nails, bad boy look…”

“The ‘bad boy’ look…?” he questions, recalling what your friend had said earlier about bad boys being just your type.

“Yeah, the ‘bad boy’ look.” You giggle.

His heart beats even harder, muttering a naughty little “Well, lucky me.”

“Nah, not so fast – I’m a smart woman.” You warn.

“Oh, are you?” he clicks his tongue in defeat, “Damn, would you believe that my type is smart women? No, no I’m serious… I’ve got a thing for smart women.”

Your cheeks grow hot, the heat spreading to your ears.

“I can assure you that the ‘bad boy’ look is just an aesthetic; I’m really an artsy dork making a living off doodling on people’s bodies.” He shrugs.

“Hm… maybe, maybe not.”

You rub your lips together. He briefly licks his bottom lip. You look him up and down. He looks you up and down. Body language open and alive with attraction, the both of you stand in this air of electric tension that Shoko spies from the other end of the room.

She watches as the two of you giggle like little flirts, observing how totally absorbed the two of you are in each other’s company. When you catch her eye, Shoko gives you a wink and points at her wrist, mouthing “five more” – fair enough, the two of you have promised to get pizza.

Pizza first, boys later, right?

Five minutes more go by – adding to the total of four hours spent at the tattoo & piercing parlor. But despite her discomfort and need for a change of scenery, Shoko decides to linger around just a little longer so that the two of you can indulge in each other just a little more.

But now you're getting nervous – Suguru has you breathless, holding you in a battle of who can flirt harder? which you're starting to lose.

He's captivated by you. This 6’3, tattooed, goth-grunge, slightly dorky man chuckles and smiles like he hasn’t had this much fun talking flirting with someone in years.

It's going well, then your smile trips him up. I know, it’s always the smile, huh? If you see enough of it, you slip… and that’s exactly what's happened to Suguru. He quickly grows obsessed with the way your cheeks look when you smile – the image burns into his memory without him even realizing it in the moment.

No, in the moment he doesn't realize the magnitude of your effect on him. He's just thinking about himself, about you, about —

“I’ve gotta go,” you say goodbye finally, “I don’t want to keep my friend waiting. But you’ll probably see my face here again… she loves dragging me along for these kinds of things.”

He stutters, “Oh! Oh… yeah – yes. Of course. Looking forward to it… maybe next time, you’ll be the one getting ink in your skin.”

“Yeah right.” You smile.

It’s your French exit that makes his heart throb in need.

No, don’t leave yet… I like you – don’t you ever wonder how many acquaintances in your life have thought this when leaving your company? And you’ll never even know.

Oh, Suguru was thinking so hard about asking you to exchange numbers or to meet up for coffee, but he didn’t want to come off as too forward – no, no… he had to maintain his mysteriousness. Or at least, he had to cling to whatever was left of it after revealing his inner dorkiness to you.

*****

After you leave, he wanders in and out of his studio, has small interactions with his co-workers, and doodles ideas for tattoos down.

Throughout all of these things, your face is at the forefront of his mind. Your voice echoes in his head as he recalls every detail of the conversation you two shared. Then he starts smiling softly as he applauds himself for being so gutsily flirty with you… a stranger, just someone, who he probably won’t see again…

A girl with no name.

God, why was he so slow? He didn’t even ask for your name. Suguru groans.

Yes, he probably won’t see you again… not unless your friend brings you along for her next visit. How long does he have to wait? Weeks? Months? That’s insane.

Suguru stops doodling, stares at the scrap of paper, and then looks up at the wall displaying his works. He rubs his fingers back and forth across his mouth.

I gotta.

He looks over to his phone. He reaches for it, takes it into his veiny hand, unlocks it, and scrolls through his list of contacts.

And then he dials his client’s number. Shoko Ieri.

*****

Now, it’s been just under an hour since you and Shoko left the tattoo parlour. She’s complained three times about the pain because exactly three times she has leaned back on the seat – squishing the fresh ink wound against her chair. You just cruelly laugh at how her eyes twitch in pain and each time.

The two of you sit eating pizza.

“He liked you. Why don’t we go back and you ask him for his number?” she teases.

“No way… he’ll think I’m too forward.” You shake your head.

Then three minutes later, Shoko's phone goes off. She reaches into her backpack. She looks at the caller ID, then at you, then at the caller ID, then –

“… is that him?”

“It’s him.”

“What’s he calling for! Me?”

“Absolutely he’s calling for you – I can bet gold on that.”

It stops ringing. She tells you she’ll text him back but guess what? She doesn’t even need to, because he calls again.

“Relentless.” She giggles. “I’m answering.”

“Pretend I’m not here!”

She winks at you and answers, “Hey, Suguru, what’s up?”

The two of you lean in until your foreheads press together – it’s still hard to make out every word.

“Yo.” You hear his smooth voice coming from the other side, “Sorry to bother you… (muffled)… your friend (muffled)… so embarrassed, so don’t tell her that I’m calling… (muffled)… what was her name?”

You clap your hand over your mouth when you hear those snippets.

She gives you a devious look before saying, “Oh! Well, she’s right here with me, actually, so you can ask her yourself.”

Mouth full of pizza, you freak out and X your arms to signal a fat NO WAY SHOKO! and fall to pieces all with the taste of pepperoni on your tongue.

But she just hands the phone over to you anyways, then proceeds to silently laugh as you spit out your pizza before talking.

“Hehlooo?”

“H-hey.”

You get right to the point. “My name’s Yn…”

“Oh… I like that… I’m Suguru.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Suguru. Suguru Geto.” He raises his voice.

Cheek hot against the screen of his phone, Suguru is silently freaking out at the tense silence. He can feel his stomach starting to flip. His mind blanks.

“Anyways! Um, that’s all.”

No. That’s not all. He has a novel’s length worth of things to talk about with you.

At this point, Shoko rolls her eyes at the two of you being so awkward on the phone and decides that she needs to take matters into her own hands.

So she snatches the phone from you.

“ – Suguru? Say, you wouldn’t be free on Saturday, would ya? Yeah, I’m going on a date with this guy… and I’d love to make it a double date with you and Yn if you’d like to –”

You hear him stutter out a yes, absolutely before Shoko can even finish her sentence. She grins.

Suguru can sense that the two of you are smiling and giggling. He can predict that the two of you are probably going to gossip about him being the 'dork from the tattoo parlor that called not once, but twice for the name of a girl he just met' – but he doesn’t care. He’s been presented an opportunity and taken it.

To hell with seeming too eager.

When the call ends, Suguru blows out a breath through his lips. Then he promptly texts his best friend. Dark strands of hair slip out of his sloppy bun as he puts his face over the screen, thumbs swift and eager.

Toru 🤞😜 lol bravo... but i thought u said she was out of ur league??

Sugu i mean... yes. she's way too pretty and smart for me. but i'm not gonna pass up this opportunity

Toru 🤞😜 still can't believe u called ur client just to get her friend’s name... lol

Sugu you would understand if you met her ok

Toru 🤞😜 damn she must be something else

Yes, yes you are something else — Suguru can’t even begin to describe why. Translating his thoughts into words isn’t his thing; he translates them into art.

****

It's later in the day. You're lazing around Shoko's apartment.

She confirms the time and place of the double date, and cackles on her couch while kicking her feet, teasing you for being so crazy about a guy you just met – her tattoo artist.

You just couldn’t stop talking about Geto Suguru.

“Shiiit, should I even let you and a bad boy like him be alone in a room together?”

“I can control myself.” you assure her.

She slowly shakes her head at you.

“Yeah right… but can he? I don't trust neither of you... miss crazy and mister crazy... you might just wake up with his name in your skin.”

You giggle to yourself, biting your thumb. “Maybe…”

“Oh girl…” she groans, causing you to giggle into yourself, “You’re gonna be licking the tail of his dragon tattoo by the end of the date tomorrow.”

“H-h-he has a what? And where?” you stuttered, lashes quivering.

She shakes her head at you. ���God, you’re screwed…”

*****

It's Saturday night. The bar's more alive than ever.

You've learned that Geto Suguru does, in fact, have a dragon tattoo inked up his toned arm – and a tight-fitting black tank top that shows it off along with his martial artist’s physique, too.

He’s got a glint of the devil in his black eyes. Softly-delivered dirty jokes ready to roll off his pierced tongue. A habit of tilting his head and looking hungrily at your lips and neck.

“Martial arts, huh?” you ask with stars in your eyes.

“Mhm, I could teach you a few things.” He purrs in reply.

Your stomach starts squeezing and flipping – that’s got to be the flirtiest 'mhm' that you’ve ever heard in your whole life.

“You think so?” you purr back.

Now it’s his turn to feel that squeezy, flippy feeling in his stomach.

Fuckfuckfuck is all he could think when he looks into your eyes.

I’m gonna fall to pieces. You’re gonna be the death of me.

“Uh…  do you two need some privacy?” Shoko teases.

Oh. It’s a double date. How could you forget? Shoko is literally sitting beside you at the bar with her date. But for a second there, it really felt like it was just you 'n this deliciously tattooed bad boy.

“Maybe.” Suguru chuckles coyly.

“There’s a hotel just next door…”

“Shoko!” you scold, playfully shoving her arm.

She giggles into herself, sipping down her cocktail innocently as if she didn’t just electrify the air between you and Suguru. His throat’s tensing, foot’s tapping up and down on the bar stool – boy’s got long spider-legs, huh?

Now after that, Suguru grins wider – showing off his pretty canines – his posture assuming something self-soothing; he holds his elbows, arms squished against his ribcage, which just makes his biceps more pronounced. Oh why, why did he have to wear a tank top like that? Surely he’s aware of the effect it has on girls. Or maybe he’s oblivious…

Nah. He's not.

*****

“Did it hurt?” you ask, trying to blink out the tipsiness from your love-drunk eyes but you’ve got three cosmopolitans surging through your veins.

“Not really… I’ve got great pain tolerance.” Suguru replies.

“Oh really?” you blink up at him again and his mind goes blank.

“Look at that...” He murmurs softly, not breaking eye contact with you. Where’s your friend and her date? Who knows. It’s just you and him now – and that’s all he wanted.

“Hm?”

“Not every day I see eyes like that…”

You widen your lips into a smile, “You’re laying it on thick.”

“Am I? Sorry – see, this is what happens after you feed Suguru too much rum. I just can’t keep my mouth shut.”

“That’s terrible… need someone to shut ya up?” you flirt.

He tilts his head at you, loose strands of hair shifting across his cheek. His left brow quirks up – he’s so taken aback by your forwardness but he falls right into it.

You just giggle flirtatiously after making that comment and pull the straw of your drink between your lips, sucking the remnants of a cosmopolitan into your mouth as sensually as you dare to in front of a bad boy who’s got bedroom eyes on you.

“I think I could do with some shutting up…” he admits.

“Mm,” you hum, “y’think by our third date you’re gonna snap and kiss me hard like we’re in a movie?”

Suguru smiles bashfully and looks down into his drink, swirling the melting ice cubes with a straw – slowly, round and round, they clink. Then he draws his gaze back to you, catching you with a sultry side-eye, and now it’s not just the ice cubes that are melting.

“Nah-uh…”

“Nah-uh?” you question.

“… I think it’s you who’s gonna snap first.” He says.

“Wanna bet?” you tease.

“Sure. What’ll be at stake?” he asks.

He keeps his sultry gaze on you as you look off to the side in thought for a moment. Your friend’s joke echoes in your mind.

“… you might just wake up with his name in your skin.”

Then you look back to him – his heart throbs but he’s trying to keep it together here, pulling his straw to his lips to get a sip of whatever rum still exists in his glass.

“Loser gets a regrettable tattoo?” you suggest.

He looks at you with a little bit of disbelief at your boldness.

“How regrettable?” he questions, one eye squinting shut in suspicion. He's wondering just how wild you actually are.

“Like my name on you? Or vice versa.”

He covers his mouth and lets out a chuckle hearing this. “You want me to tattoo my name on ya skin?” he teases. “Sure, I’ll bet on that.”

You can’t believe that he’s matching your crazy.

You stutter, replying only after a lingering moment of hot eye contact, “… there’s no way I’m gonna snap first…” you say boldly, proceeding to pop the cherry of your drink into your mouth and eating it right in front of the poor boy’s eyes. “ ‘m gonna have you walkin’ around with my name on you.”

Eyes glued on your lips, his breath catches in his throat.

“Yeah?”

Ooh, there it was. That feeling. That body singing electric songs feeling… that tummy-tightening, blood-rushing, skin-flushing feeling – it hit him all at once. He knows that if he were standing, his knees would have buckled now for sure, or at least he would have felt the tremor of your words under his feet.

He’s unsteady – smiling uncontrollably, looking dishevelled and softly drunk. Those rouge lips are begging to be kissed.

The bar grows quieter and quieter.

You’re hardly able to call each other anything more than strangers, and yet you’re leaning into him, closing the distance.

The tips of your noses are just inches apart now. You’re in each other’s air. He eyes out your lips, feels your hot, liquor-scented breath tickle his face.

But when you try and close the distance, he raises his hand and presses his thumb against your soft lips, stopping you.

“What happened to that bold statement, huh? Keep it together, baby; the bet’s on.” He feathers against your face.

*****

Tumbling into Shoko’s apartment after a night out drinking, you smile and giggle into the pillows of her bed.

She’s letting her hair down and swapping out her tight dress for jammies when she looks at you in your gleeful state.

“Someone’s in love.” She teases, coming over to tickle you.

“I’m not in love!”

“Oh, quit the act; I saw how the two of you said goodbye – you could barely hold yourself together. Drunk or not, I ain’t seen two adults giggling like that before.”

“Sh!” you swat her, “Not! In! Love!”

She takes a look into your eyes and observes your smile, then shakes her head. You're drowsy, so you make a dive into her bed and fall asleep almost instantly.

Shoko pulls a blanket over you, affectionately ruffling your hair.

“Madly in love, at the very least.”

[babyleostuff]

― BLACK AND BLUE

"glad he didn't overreact", but the one where seokmin, in fact, overreacts after seeing your bruised up arm on a sunday morning.

𝜗𝜚 THEME: reader is (lightly) bruised and seokmin freaks out, comfort (mostly reader comforting him), fluff 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!dk x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 828

💌 natalia’s note: this deeefinetly didn’t happen to me like two days ago… [when i catch u skiers]

“what is that?”

the soapy cup you were washing slipped out of your grip and slammed against the marble sink (seokmin decided to replace the old one right before christmas, because in his words - it was an adult thing to do) making the water splash all around, as your heart threatened to stop from the sudden commotion. 

there went your “romanticise your morning by following this easy 50 step routine”. 

“seokmin,” you grumbled, turning off the water. “what the hell?” you reached for the towel to wipe your hands and turned around to face your boyfriend, who, for once, seemed very much awake for such an early hour. “you almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“what,” your boyfriend seemed unbothered by your words and extended his arm to point at you with a sour expression, which again; so unlike him, “what is that?”

if not for the “8 am” displayed on your kitchen clock (the numbers were blinking so faintly you almost couldn’t see them anymore, because apparently changing the batteries was not an adult thing to do), your boyfriend’s massive nest of curly bed hair and his outfit which consisted of a grinch t-shirt that has definitely seen better days and boxers in puppy print, you’d be startled by his panicked expression, but… you couldn’t take him seriously with all of that. 

“what is what?” you asked amused, and leaned your hip on the kitchen counter. 

he blinked twice, his brown eyes groggy from sleep. “the bruises on your arm.” 

ah. 

that makes sense. 

you came back from a skiing trip with your friends the night before and because seokmin didn’t come home until early in the morning because of rehearsals, you didn’t really have time to catch up before… well, now. technically you could’ve told him about your little incident on the phone, but you knew how he’d react; he’d either tell you to set your snowboard on fire and throw it out of the window or he would’ve bought the earliest plane ticket to save you from the dangers of snow and ski lifts. 

“baby, close your mouth and drop your arm or you’re going to have a cramp,” you sighed, shaking your head. despite your gentle tone that you hoped would soothe his worries at least to some extent, seokmin still stood in the middle of the kitchen as stiff as a board, with a scowl on his handsome face. “come here,” you held out your hands for him to grab. 

with no hesitation he quickly made his way across the kitchen, and ignoring your extended hands, engulfed you in a bear hug. “why are you so calm about it?” you could hear the pout in seokmin’s voice, as he pulled him closer to his chest. “your whole arm is black and blue,” he gently ran his fingers along the back of your left arm, ”how did it even happen? what were you doing out there? fighting the yeti?” 

you couldn’t help but giggle. exactly why you decided to keep it a secret. 

“if you consider skiers yeti, then yes,” you propped your chin against his chest and looked up at him, “and i’m glad to inform you that i won.” 

seokmin’s muscles suddenly tensed under your fingertips and he looked even more terrified than a second ago. “what do you mean y-,”

“i was joking, baby. i didn’t fight anyone.” 

“then how did you get those bruises?” 

“just let me finish, yeah?” you said and brushed his bangs away from his forehead. “someone ran into me, that’s all. i got up after strapping the bindings and someone skied into me and, well, that left some bruises.” 

“what an asshole,” seokmin grumbled, his brows drawn together in an angry frown.

“okay there mister, calm down,” you laughed and patted his shoulder. “accidents happen-,”

“yeah, but i’d expect people who ski on red slopes not to crash into others,” his expression stilled and grew serious. 

good thing you didn’t mention you ended up with your chin hitting the icy slope, then. 

“relax, honey.” as much as you found this situation amusing, you knew seokmin was really worried about the bruises, and to be honest he had every right to do so; three big splotches covered the entirety of your left arm and if you noticed something like that on him you’d freak out for sure as well. 

“i know it looks bad, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. and what happened, happened. there’s no point in being angry, yeah?” 

your boyfriend’s eyes seemed to soften, the gentle puppy-like expression gracing his features. 

“there we go,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks. “i’m okay, min, so please stop worrying so much.” 

featherlike laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, as seokmin smiled, nodding his head. “just didn’t expect to see my girlfriend all bruised up after being weeks apart,” he leaned his forehead against yours, his arms protectively wrapped around your waist. “but if you say you’re okay, then i trust you.”

[azurefanfics]

Incoming call from Lover Boy <3

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A late night call from your lover Wonwoo after successfully wrapping up his second Tokyo concert.

Note: To celebrate Nana Tour coming to an end I decided to FINALLY write the fic idea I’ve had since episode 1. Please forgive my rusting writing skills - it’s the first fic I’ve actually written in years!

“Incoming call from Lover Boy <3”

The familiar nickname flashed up on your screen, causing you to pause in your reading, smiling slightly at the phone. It was just a joke at first - changing your boyfriend’s nickname in your phone to see how he would react, but the sheepish pink blush that painted his cheeks whenever he caught a glimpse of it drove you to keep it that way ever since.

Your phone continued to buzz angrily, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” you questioned, picking up the phone right away. It wasn’t unusual for Wonwoo to call you when he was away, but you knew he’d just wrapped up a concert that night and usually he’d prefer to either celebrate with the boys or just sleep, especially this late.

“Sorry baby, were you asleep?” a familiar face came into view, picking up on the slightly sleepy tone of your voice and voicing out his concerns.

“No, I was just finishing up this chapter, don’t worry. Is everything ok? What happened to drinking with the guys?” you asked, turning your camera on in turn.

“I had a drink already, but I thought I’d turn in early or else I’d be up all night with those idiots. We do fly out at 6 am after all.” The rosy flush that dusted over his features revealed the truth in his statement, as he shook his head fondly at the questionable sleeping habits of his members. “Besides I couldn’t miss out on speaking with you, it’s the highlight of my day.”

This made you smile a little to yourself. Although you’ve never doubted your boyfriend’s love for you, it still felt good to hear that your presence lights up his day in the same way his does to yours.

As you continued chatting about anything and everything - mostly the boys’ antics during the concert - Wonwoo began to remove the remnants of his stage makeup and get ready for bed. You did the same, basking in the moment of shared domesticity despite the ocean between you both. Despite all of the moments you’ve shared together, perhaps watching him sleepily rub his eyes with makeup remover is the most romantic of them all.

Before long, Wonwoo was done cleaning his face and headed back into the hotel bedroom as the two of you chatted. The lights went out with a click and you heard faint shuffling noises as Wonwoo struggled with his clothes. Eventually, he turned on the bedside lamp to reveal himself lying down, shirtless with his glasses on and his head on the pillow.

“You should take your glasses off hun, that’s got to be uncomfortable”, you chastised him, “and that can’t be good for the frames either”.

“No, I want to see you properly”, came the petulant response, “I won’t be able to actually hold you until tomorrow so this is the best I can get”.

“I can’t wait until you’re home.” you sighed. Although it had only been a few days, the pandemic and the fact that you were able to go with them on the last tour meant that times where you’d been away from Wonwoo were few and far between. Although the two of you had been very lucky in that regard, it did make time apart more of a struggle.

“Me neither, it’s not the same sleeping in these hotel rooms without you…”, he sighed. “I’ll be home tomorrow though! Do you have any plans? I know you’re working but maybe we could have a night in? We can watch a movie and order food? Oh! We should try out that new pizza place near ours, you know, the one Mingyu was talking about?”

“Oh yes! He made it sound so good - I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while! We should get extra and then we can have some leftovers for breakfast the next day!”

“…Babe… What are you talking about…. Pizza isn’t breakfast, you monster.” he deadpanned. At this, your cheeks puffed out a little in frustration.

“Breakfast can be whatever you want it to be! You can’t convince me that you had a healthy breakfast every day when you were living with Mingyu!”

As you continued to bicker back and forth about the validity of various breakfast(?) foods, you took a second to admire your breathtaking boyfriend. Even with his face smooshed into the pillow and his glasses askew, his handsome features and plush lips pulled into a subtle smile never failed to make you swoon.

Eventually the conversation turned to your days, catching up on everything that had happened since you last spoke. Although yours was quite uneventful - “just my manager being an idiot, as always” - Wonwoo was full of stories of shopping with the boys earlier that day.

“And then Hoshi just ran away with Coups’ crutches! He was just sat there on the floor pouting!”

As you giggled at his latest story, Wonwoo couldn’t help but join in as well. Your laughter never failed to give him the deepest joy - he would share stories until his throat ran dry, just to see you smile. He’d even endure the endless teasing from his members to buy magazines with his own face on to bring back to you. He didn’t understand why you needed them when you had the real thing - “They’re good to make collages out of, ok? Don’t judge me!” - but he’d dutifully bring them home to you to catch a glimpse of that bashful blush and shy smile of yours.

As your giggles died down, a wave of exhaustion washed over you and you couldn’t hold back your yawn. Despite doing your best to stifle it off camera, your ever attentive boyfriend still caught on.

“Are you tired baby? Sorry for keeping you up, we can always catch up tomorrow instead”, he said apologetically.

“No, no, if anyone should be tired it’s you. You’re the one that just finished a whole concert! Besides, I like hearing you talk. Tell me more about your day”.

At your gentle prompting, Wonwoo launched into another story about Dino’s latest antics. Despite his animated retelling of the members bullying their maknae, you felt calmed by his voice and felt yourself slowly being lulled to sleep. As your eyes drooped further, a gentle “sleep well baby” was the last thing you heard before your eyes shut completely.

—

The next morning you wake up to a text received at 4 am:

‘Sorry honey, we’ll have to take a rain check on our plans today. I’ve been kidnapped’

‘We’re going to Italy. I’ll bring you back some limoncello to make it up to you x’

You wracked your sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of his message before you remembered - Youth Over Flowers! You felt a slight twinge in your chest at having to cancel your date night, but that was quickly overtaken by excitement for your boyfriend, whom you know has never been to Italy before. You had considered visiting together in the past, but you’d never been able to make it work with your boyfriend’s packed schedule. Your boyfriend had rarely been able to go abroad for leisure at all in the past, let alone with almost all his members. The fact that Na PD somehow managed to surprise the boys, despite them losing all hope of the trip actually happening, just made it that much more sweet.

As you set to work looking up restaurant recommendations in Italy to make sure that your boyfriend was able to enjoy his trip to the fullest, a knock sounded on your door. Jumping out of bed and pulling on a dressing gown, you quickly made your way to the door.

“Pizza for Y/N?” It was the pizza place you’ve been wanting to try.

“I don’t think I ordered this? Do you have the wrong place?” you responded, bewildered.

“It was ordered to this address under the name of Jeon Wonwoo. There was a note left on the receipt.” At that your heart swelled, and you accepted the box gratefully from the delivery driver.

As you settled down at the kitchen table with the still hot box, you unfolded the receipt and took in the message your lover left for you.

“Sorry I can’t be there today baby. Please take this as my peace offering while I’m off expanding my pizza horizons in Italy. I hope you have a good day at work, can’t wait to see you soon! 10 days can’t go by fast enough. Please wait for me a little longer love <3”

You smiled softly at the thought of him, bleary eyed, having to pack all of his belongings in a rush, but still taking the time to think of you.

You took a bite of the piping hot pizza covered in your favourite toppings - delicious. Who ever said pizza wasn’t a breakfast food anyway?

[undiscovered-horizon]

Who am I to complain? - Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

[emotional and verbal abuse, unhealthy parent-child relationships]

SUMMARY: When your parents come to visit, Nikolai finally understands why you've never been keen to talk about them. Being the King and your husband, he isn't afraid to defy them.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 4.5k

>>Grishaverse-inspired playlist<<

"Have you listened to anything I've just said?"

Nikolai shakes you awake from being lost in thought. You look away from the insanely interesting skirting board you had been staring at for the past ten minutes. He’s watching you with raised eyebrows, awaiting an answer.

"I…” you hang your voice. At first, you wanted to just apologize and ask him to repeat himself but then a sense of dread sprouts in your abdomen - one you can’t quite put a finger on but it takes over your entire mind. “I'm sorry, Kolya. Please, don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry,” you plead, gradually speaking faster.

“I’m not angry,” he states firmly. “But I am growing concerned for you, love. What’s going on?”

“I just keep thinking about my parents' visit,” you confess while rubbing your forehead. “Ever since the letter arrived, I can hardly think about anything else."

"Yes, I've noticed you have been a bit absent for the past few days. I assumed you were going to talk to me when you're ready. Are you?"

"They're not bad people," you begin in a strange tone that makes Nikolai doubt your words right away, "and they've only done their best to give me a good life. Despite that, they have a tendency to bring out the parts of me I've grown to dislike." 

“Isn’t that what every family does?” he jokes in hopes of easing your visible discomfort. But his good humour is gone the moment you look away with a sombre expression stuck to your features.

Nikolai always considered himself exceptional at self-control but something about your sadness makes him gradually abandon reason. As you forlornly stare into the darkness of your shared bedroom, he’s ready to stick feathers to his clothes and pretend to be a peacock just to make you laugh.

“Love,” he calls out softly. His hand rests between your shoulder blades. “You’re the queen. If you want, we can call their visit off right away.”

“That would be a little rude, no?” you ask in a meek voice.

“It’s a lot more crude to make you cry.”

“I will be alright, really,” you reassure him. That miserable look on your face is slowly creeping away. “It’s just three days. Maybe they’ve changed or they’re a lot better than I remember. I’ll be okay.”

Nikolai is unsure whether you’re trying to convince yourself or him but he doesn’t push. Despite not believing your clumsy words of reassurance, he trusts you - he’ll step in only when things really get out of hand.

Nervousness and excitement often feel the same and one might even fool themselves into believing that the mortifying tension in their muscles is actually an impatient thrill. Today, however, you don’t even try playing a little trick on yourself. The more you think about your feelings, the more you’re convinced that it’s not even nervousness but fear. Still, you don’t quite understand why exactly your parents’ visit elicits such awful emotions from you.

The door to the throne room opens and a man in a white and gold livery steps inside. He quickly walks halfway to the dais with the throne. 

The servant bows as deep as he can and clears his throat before loudly announcing: “Presenting her most royal Highness’s, the Queen’s, mother and father.”

Only then do your parents emerge from the hall, walking hesitantly through the spacious throne room. Two guards are following them and your father spares them a confused glance every few steps. But the armed men only usher him to keep walking and not turn his back to the king until allowed to do so.

Feeling fear exploding in your chest, you grip Nikolai’s shoulder even tighter. Sitting on the throne, he has to look up to meet your eyes.

“Calm down, it’s going to be alright,” he says quietly. A reassuring smile curves his lips. “You said it yourself.”

As though he is a Heartrender himself, his words make you relax. You take a deep breath and let go of his shoulder. At that moment, Nikolai stands up to greet your parents as their son-in-law first and only then the king of Ravka.

Right then, your mother quickly runs up the few steps leading to the dais. Her face is red and a deep crease now separates her eyebrows.

“I have to wait to be announced to see my own daughter?” She’s barely containing her outrage. “Nonsense!”

“I’m royalty now, mother,” you explain calmly. Your voice almost doesn’t shake.

“And I’m still your mother, the one that gave birth to you. Do I not get any benefits from that?”

Maybe some people don’t actually change.

“I’m afraid you don’t.”

“Is this gold?!” your father exclaims in shock as his hand reaches for your heavy necklace. “So because of you most of Ravka is starving?”

Too occupied with the jewellery, your parents don’t notice the palace guards stepping forward to arrest them for such an accusation aimed at the queen. Nikolai spares them a meaningful look, waving them off. In his heart, he agrees with them.

“Actually, this is a gift from a businessman in Kerch,” you say quietly. Suddenly, you remember why you’ve never visited them since your wedding.

“Still, don’t you think this is a little distasteful?”

Your mother places her hand on your father’s shoulder. “She’s always been vain, darling,” she reminds him.

You’re not a queen anymore - at least you don’t feel like it. All of the gold, silk and jewels are gone and you’re back to being a scared, little girl with hay stuck in her hair. Tears sting your eyes.

Whatever you do is wrong. All of your efforts are underwhelming. Maybe they’d be happier if you weren’t there.

"You're crying?” your father asks with a hint of disgust in his voice. “Oh, don't be so sensitive, you know we’re only joking!” He’s still holding your necklace in his fingers, admiring the glistening crystals. Standing so close to you, he lowers his voice significantly to appear inconspicuous but Nikolai manages to pick up his calloused words. “Pull yourself together, this is embarrassing.”

As she usually does, your mother brings the attention back to herself. “She can be a bit much at times, so I hope you’re a patient one!”

The guards exchange questioning looks, silently asking one another if they should intervene this time. Most of the time they follow Tolya and Tamar’s steps but they’re left to their own devices on this day as Nikolai ordered the twins to take a day off. Perhaps it’s for the best - they’d surely escalate this already uncomfortable situation but it’s only because they care.

“I’d say it’s quite the opposite,” Nikolai answers, unaffected. Despite his speaking to your mother, he’s looking into your eyes. “I can never get enough of her.”

“For most of her life, I thought she’d never get married!” your mother continues. She’s gripping your arm with much more strength than her appearance suggests. “Men don’t like them independent, stubborn and opinionated.”

Nikolai’s polite smile doesn’t falter. “Three qualities of an excellent Queen.”

Your mother laughs obnoxiously. “Just wait a few years, dear.” She pats his shoulder. The guards look between themselves again. “You’ll be quick to send her off just like we were!”

Both of your parents laugh wholeheartedly while you and Nikolai exchange knowing looks. Now he understands why you have been so uneasy lately. This is going to be the longest three days of his life.

The perplexity continues as your mother suddenly places her hands around your waist, examining your torso in great detail. A sour expression forms on her face.

“Oh, honey, you’ve let yourself go,” she says in a worried tone. Her eyes trail the curve of your physique up until she looks at your face. With a serious glint in her eye, she advises you under her breath: “You can’t get fat and slobby if you want to keep the king.” 

The man who announced your parents appears again but this time he walks all the way to the stairs leading up to the throne, although doesn’t dare climb them. His facial expression borders on emotionless and serious as though he’s more of a marble statue rather than a servant.

“Your most royal Highness.” The man bows deeply. “The room is prepared.”

“Excellent.” Nikolai uses the opportunity to cut the awkward conversation short in a diplomatic way. “Escort our guests to their chamber.” 

“Right away, мой царь.”

When the butler disappears around the corner with your parents apprehensively following him, Nikolai looks at you with a grim expression. 

“Are they usually like this?” he asks, disapproval hiding between his words.

“They’re worse at home,” you answer with a shrug. A lot of terrible feelings and thoughts you were convinced you had left behind are coming back and you’re unsure how to handle that.

“You’ve put up with this kind of disrespect for your whole life?”

“It’s not disrespect, just…” you hang your voice looking for the right expression, “tough love. They don’t mean any harm.”

“Don’t mean any harm?” he repeats in disbelief. “They’ve been here for fifteen minutes and they are yet to say something nice to you. Neither of them even asked whether you’re doing alright.”

A short, troubled sigh leaves your lips. Your fingers trail the golden embroidery decorating his kaftan. “I’m married to a dashing, handsome king and live in a palace. I think they know I’m doing well.”

His hand gently grabs yours, keeping it against his chest. “As much I like flattery, especially coming from you, you can’t pull wool over my eyes, love. It’s not a matter of knowing but principle. Remember our wedding? The guests kept asking how you’re doing so much, you kept saying you’re perfectly fine before they even got a chance to ask.”

The memory elicits a chuckle from you. Yes, everyone seemed to be preoccupied with making sure you were happy and satisfied. It came to such a point, you yelled at Nikolai’s cousin ‘Yes, I’m fine!’ before she gave you a weird look and asked if you wanted some vodka mixed with your champagne. Truly, the only royal thing about Marina is her ungodly fortune but maybe that’s why you’ve grown to like her a lot - she’s down to earth and easy-going.

Nikolai squeezes your hand in a gentle, reassuring manner. “Just say the word and I will personally throw them out.”

“Kolya!” You gasp at his offer but it quickly turns into laughter. “They’re my parents and your in-laws!”

“They also refuse to show care and respect towards my beloved Queen.”

That mellow, loving look in his eyes nullifies any annoyance you might feel at his stubbornness. You pull your hand out of his grasp and place it on the side of his face. Consciously or not, he slightly leans into your touch. “I appreciate your concern.” Not minding the guards in the room, you’ve grown used to their constant presence, you peck his lips shortly. “But they have just arrived. You’ll warm up to them.”

Nikolai doesn’t answer at first. He only reconnects your lips, kissing you deeper, more desperately. When you feel his hands coming up to your waist, you lean away from him. For a moment, you swear you can see a grimace of dissatisfaction on his face.

“Be decent,” you reprimand him but the wide smile you wear so well rids your words of all seriousness.

“You started this.”

“And I will finish if you play nice.”

Nikolai takes a rather long step back, away from you,  just to make a point. He’s standing with his hands behind his back, an excited grin on his face. “You make an exquisite diplomat, you know that?”

“I learned from the best.”

The time for dinner came faster than you wanted it to. Anxiety bubbled inside your chest again. Still, you continued trying to soap up your eyes with thoughts that maybe when they sit across the table from a king, they’re going to withdraw their little jabs at you. As they say: Hope is the mother of all fools. And you’re about to learn that.

Nikolai raises his cup with wine. “A toast to our beloved Queen,” he announces in an official tone. Out of the corner of his eye, he spares you an adoring look. “Without her, I’d be a lonely, perplexed king. May we not know the world without her.”

To your horror, your father decides to join him. “May she get a grip and come to her senses.”

The dry wine tastes even more bitter as you take what’s supposed to be a celebratory sip. What if he’s right about you? It’s only the beginning of the evening and you already wish you can miraculously vanish or, worst case scenario, just run away. 

You’re about to take a bite of the roasted pheasant on your plate when your mother looks at you with raised eyebrows. She points her fork between you and the plate. “Should you really be eating all of this?” 

You don’t answer her. Whatever you say will only egg her on. Get a grip, you scold yourself and clench your fist to push fingernails into the sensitive skin of your palm. The pain is distracting, grounding.

 "You know, sweetheart, you're not getting any younger,” your mother continues. She always does that - throwing poignancies one after another and seeing what sticks. Now, when she’s literally the mother of the queen, she’s even bolder than before.

“Mother-”

“Don’t interrupt me.” She points her knife at you. “All I’m saying is as a wife, especially the queen, you have only one duty and you shouldn’t wait with it. Things will only get more difficult as you age.”

Nikolai gives your mother a bright smile. “Have no worries,” he cuts in. “We’re not waiting.”

You almost drop your fork. Flustering people is definitely one of his strategies but must he really involve your sex life in his word games? Although mortified at his bluntness, you must admit it works - your mother’s face is about the same shade as the roasted tomatoes on her plate. She casts her eyes downwards, poking at the food in front of her.

The air is filled with awkward tension but Nikolai doesn’t seem to mind in. In fact, he looks quite proud of himself. You, on the other hand, aren’t as good at putting up a believable front.

“So,” you begin in hopes of easing the atmosphere”, how are things back in…” You hang your voice. You were about to say ‘home’, only to realize that it would be an honest lie. The little town where you grew up hasn’t been home in years. “...Tamboyevka?”

“Oh, you know,” your mother says as she makes a dismissive wave with her hand. “Same old, same old. Cattle and field, nothing interesting to someone of your sort, I presume! There’s never been much use of you anyway.”

Listening to your mother’s condescending words, you push your fingernails further into the skin of your hand to distract yourself from the feeling of shame that continues to grow inside your stomach and pull you down with it. Maybe the marble floor will swallow you whole in the next few minutes and all of this will be over.

Then you feel Nikolai’s warm hand sneak between your palms, breaking up your painful distraction. He leans towards you ever so slightly and whispers:

“I’d much rather you pinch and scratch my hand than hurt yourself.”

You look at his concerned face. Words of reassurance, ‘Don’t worry, I’m alright’, nearly push past your lips when your father chimes in, continuing the conversation.

“But your brother, he bought some land down south,” he announces with excitement.

“More land?” you ask. “Ha barely manages with what he already has.”

The memory of your brother’s tired, grey face flashes before your eyes. Every time you see him, he looks even sicker than before as though he never sleeps or eats, only works in the field. He even collapsed on one July day and your parents kept saying that this is a sign of an honest, hard-working man but you weren’t as quick to call a man throwing up everything he eats ‘healthy’.

“You know how he is, always helping others.” Your mother is beaming with pride as if she’s the one doing the farming. “His crops feed two villages and it’s not nearly enough for him! Said he wanted tomatoes and citruses.”

Then it hits you. It’s not a revelation in any way but rather something you don’t think about too often - most of Ravka doesn’t get fruits in winter, especially the ones growing in warmer climates near the Shu Han border. And you not only can easily get it even when snow covers the grassy fields but you’re essentially fed it. Like that one time, you shared a tangerine with Nikolai while sitting in front of a fire, talking about unimportant things.

Despite your mother sitting right in front of you, her voice echoed in your head as though she’s a phantom haunting your thoughts and not a real person: Selfish. Spoiled. Entitled. Ungrateful. People starve because of you.

You focus on Nikolai’s warm, rough hand that’s still holding your own. The pleasant sensation is gradually grounding you, pulling you out of your head and into the present moment.

“What for?” you ask as casually as you can, not giving in to the spiralling thoughts. It still feels like you’re underwater, desperately gasping for air as your lungs burn. Squeezing Nikolai’s hand, you break the surface of the vicious tides trying to drown you in panic and shame.

Your mother, on the other hand, appears completely oblivious to your plight. “Some child told him they’d like oranges and he couldn’t say no. He’s wonderful, truly. A living Saint! What a blessing to call him my son. You should take a serious cue from him, young lady.” She waves the tip of her knife in your direction again. “But enough about your brother. What do you do when you’re not wasting time? Lay around and smell nice?”

“Well,” you swallow nervously, already knowing that she won’t be satisfied with your answer, “I meet a lot of people, take correspondence, travel across the country or read if I find the time.”

Nikolai must notice the telling crease of disappointment between your mother’s eyebrows. He joins the conversation under a skilful facade of a proud, boasting husband. “Don’t sell yourself short, love. Our Queen,” he puts strange stress on the title, “has started a scholarship for disadvantaged children, takes the time to teach young girls sewing, foreign languages and arithmetic.”

“That’s quite useless, isn’t it?” your mother looks between you and your father, not acknowledging Nikolai’s presence. She keeps stabbing the roasted pheasant on her plate with a fork as though there’s still life inside the poor poultry. “Shouldn’t you try harder?” she hisses at you. “If you continue being this lazy, the whole kingdom will fall apart! What will our neighbours say then?”

Nikolai suddenly gets up. He’s still holding your hand but you can’t be sure whether he’s doing that on purpose or if it’s just an unconscious reflex. The candlelight from the crystal chandelier cascades off his face, pronouncing the clenched muscles of his jaw - he’s angry and barely holding it in.

“Our meeting at this table is adjourned,” he announces in a firm voice. “This is beyond unacceptable. I have overlooked your transgressions simply because of your affinity to my wife. Still, I am disheartened and disappointed with the way you address your queen in her own home. The guards will escort you back to your chambers.”

You hear your mother and father trying to argue and protest, saying something about you being ‘too proud’ and ‘forgetting your place’ but you’re so dumbfounded you can’t make out the details. The guards lead them out of the dining room through one of the tall pairs of doors. When they close behind them, everything goes silent - the brick walls muffle any turmoil your parents might be causing.

Suddenly, your throat constricts. It’s hard to take a breath. Has it always been so hot in here? The tips of your fingers tingle, blood never reaching them.

He threw them out and you didn’t say anything. If they didn’t hate you before, they surely do now. You’re a disappointment, not their child. They haven’t done anything wrong, after all. You’re no good, useless, ungrateful, dramatic.

Suffocating with panic, you run out of the room through a different pair of doors, across the dining hall from the ones behind which your parents had recently disappeared. You hear Nikolai’s footsteps behind you but they are muffled by the noise of bloodflow ringing in your ears.

“Hey, talk to me,” he calls out in a soft voice. You turn around to look at him. His hand is almost at the height of your shoulder but it momentarily drops as though he just backed out from touching you. “What’s going on?”

For a man as smart as him, that’s a really stupid question.

“Why did you do that, Nikolai?” you snap at him.

His eyebrows furrow slightly. A gasp of disbelief brushes past his lips - he clearly thought the two of you were on the same page. “They were insulting you over and over again. I couldn’t just sit and listen to that.”

Truly, you should have expected that. He’s been adamant about standing up to your parents from the very beginning. Still, you’re angry that he just had to be stubborn and do the one thing you explicitly asked him not to do.

“What happened to laugh at insults? Isn’t that your own advice?”

“It is.” Nikolai finally finds it in himself to place his hands on your shoulders. “But I found myself unable to remain collected when the bitter words were aimed at you.” His palms brush against your dress and the skin of your neck until they’re cradling your face.

“I can,” you state firmly. “You should have let me handle this, I’m used to this.”

You escape his loving grasp and he lets you. Walking forward away from him, you’re not quite sure where exactly you’re heading. ‘Away’ would be a lovely direction but quite impossible when you’re confined to those four walls of marble and gold.

“You shouldn’t be,” Nikolai calls out after you.

Suddenly, you halt. You look at him around your shoulder. “What?”

“You shouldn’t be used to being treated like this,” he says in a defeated tone while walking towards you again. “They just keep putting you down, humiliating you. You’re not even slightly upset about that?”

“Of course, I am but…” you hang your voice, finally questioning your own feelings towards your parents. “It’s unfair for me to be angry with them. Ungrateful. I never went hungry or cold. They gave me medication when I was sick and made sure I went to school. Every year they’d give me something for my birthday. Neither of them has ever raised their hand against me. They’ve done all they could to give me a good life. Who am I to complain?”

“You’re the Queen,” he drones the word. His hand holds the side of your face again, thumb lovingly brushing your cheek. “People say your name in the same breath as the names of all the Saints. When I don’t know what to do or what decision to make, I always ask myself what you would do. And I’ve never once regretted that. There are important people who have agreed to my invitation only after hearing that you’ll be there too. You change everything. So you get to be angry when someone refuses to see that. I know you can take a few mean words but I don’t want you to.”

For a moment, the two of you stand in comfortable, intimate silence. Your absent gaze is stuck to the floor as you’re pondering his words. Whenever you’re about to accept that maybe, just maybe, you’re doing something good and important, the voice of your mother echoes inside your head: ‘Vain’. But Nikolai wouldn’t lie to you, would he? At least not in those circumstances.

“Can you keep a secret?” he speaks up quietly, bringing your attention back to him.

“Don’t tell me you put a wild racoon in my parent’s bedroom,” you joke, surprising yourself at your newly-found humour.

He scrunches his nose. “Alright, can you keep two secrets?” The echo of the empty halls carries your bright laughter. “To be honest, I wanted to marry you the moment you argued with me about stealing that merchant frigate in Kerch.”

“I could tell,” you answer with a slow nod. “You had a really stupid look on your face, all dazed and absent. In fact, you wore the same one on our wedding day.”

Nikolai’s lips turn into a playful smile and he’s about to say something definitely smart and smooth but a servant interrupts him:

“Your most royal highness,” she says nervously as she curtsies, “your mother wishes to see you. She seems thoroughly upset, if I may say so.” Judging by her fearful, wide-open eyes, she must have gotten a taste of your parents' hurt ego.

Anxiety once again floods your mind. Maybe you should go, apologize and pray they won’t go on a tirade about ‘raising you differently’. But then you hear Nikolai inconspicuously but meaningfully clear his throat.

‘You’re the queen’, his voice echoes in your head. A queen doesn’t cower and bow her head, does she?

“Tell her I don’t take visitations tonight,” you order the servant.

“Right away, моя царица.” She can’t hide the waver in her voice. Judging by her already fearful demeanour, she can guess quite well what will happen the moment she relays the information.

Yes, you will have to warn your parents that they actually can’t hurl insults at your servants. It’s going to be challenging, yes, but this newfound confidence is a ferocious beast, driving you to own up to the title of the queen - not in the way your mother and father want you to but in a way that you need to.

“Oh, one more thing.” The girl immediately stops and turns around at the sound of your voice. “Make sure they don’t leave their wing until either of us says so. I don’t want them wandering around my home.”

“Of course, my Queen.”

The servant bows again and leaves the two of you in a rushed step. Nikolai waits until she disappears around the corner to let his hand drop to the small of your back. He leans in close, indecently so. “I love it when you get all commanding,” he whispers against your neck.

An airy laugh leaves your lips as he pecks the soft skin behind your ear.

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мой царь [mo-ee tzar] -> my tsar/king

моя царица [mo-ya tsa-ree-tsa] -> my tsaritsa/queen

[tinyapplejuice]

CHESTER DATING

HEADCANONS

✧.*

•Chester definitely pranks you every day. I think it’s a fact for everyone! If you hate it, well you have to suck it up, alright!!! Because he will never ever, ever, ever change! He would and will poke fun at you around until you finally snap and despite that, he finds it funny (Unless he’s going to be in danger)! He is naturally chaotic and an extremely annoying person so while he may be laughing at you as you have been pied in the face, you know deep inside that’s how he shows affection!

•And you also know how he also shows affection? Gift giving! But don’t expect the best gifts from him. I swear half of his gifts would be pranks disguised as presents or if it isn't, inside would be some of the ugliest and silliest stuff. So it would be best if you had a low expectation of him…But there was also this one time when he surprisingly gave you a really nice gift…. Hey, maybe once in a while he will prepare you something nice! 

•Yes, I know, I am talking a LOT about pranks as his way of affection because it truly is. I feel like he struggles to show affection with the usual five love languages. He’s not the type of person to use words of affirmation or acts of service. Sure, he could do physical touch and such, but it doesn’t feel right. I think he jokes around too much that it just became the norm on how he shows his care for you now.

•His laugh is contagious, once in a while he would get a laugh out of you because of how silly he sounded! However, if you’re not the type of person to laugh easily, you would either be weirded out by him or give a small smile to him.

•OOH, okay so what I like to think whenever he gets flustered is that he would literally have different reactions to it. He’s like a wild card. Sometimes he can act a bit fruity, or he would act in a joking way where he would replicate like those ladies who get complimented and say, “Oh stop! You’re making me blush” as they do those hand movements, or maybe he would turn his head away from your direction and laugh it off. It’s all random! But if he’s ever truly flustered, I feel like he would hide his face under his hat as he grabs the ends of it, stammering random words, and his face will turn slightly pink!  He would probably be too shocked to process it! But that is like when he’s really REALLY dazed, and you have to be both strategic and lucky to get this special reaction since this guy is a trickster and he won’t let you get him that easily!

•Psst!! Here’s a little secret I can tell you… Chester will literally melt if you give him a nice, o’l pretty smile. He loves it so so much! You can see his face turning lovey-dovey for a split second! 

•Something similar to that, I feel like he loves to look at your face because he adores your reaction to whatever he does! He just lives for it, he’s always so giggly whenever you’re shocked, angry, or laughing! Chester would always say something along the lines like, “You should have seen the look on your face!” or “You were so silly when you did that!” I think that he’s someone who loves to see the reactions of people after he does something especially if it’s his loved one. Bonus points if you’re really expressive with your face. He will adore it!

•He follows you and is with you 24/7, not because he’s clingy, but probably because he’s plotting some sort of prank. 

•I could imagine him being such a hyper man, every time you stop into the candy store, he’s always bouncing everywhere. He’s like an animated character! It’s hard to keep track of him because of how chaotic he is?! Plus, the fact that he can hype up the room so easily just makes it worse for you (but better for him)!

•He’s definitely both flexible and acrobatic. I mean how else does he dodge Mandy’s shots? He’s probably agile too. Well, I like to think that sometimes he can shock or surprise you with a trick if not, an easy way to escape from you whenever you’re mad at him.

• If the Brawl Stars universe ever had an April Fool's Day, you have to be prepared to face literal WAR. Chester will literally prank you all day. Like oh, you opened the door? Splat! You got slime on your body! You were talking to your friends? Oh, they’re not your actual friends! They are just balloons filled with confetti that explode right at your face! Do you want to eat because you're hungry? Well too bad, it’s actually a piece of concrete that he disguised as a yummy treat! You for real can’t trust anyone or anything. You should both fear and dread this day when it’s coming up on your calendars. He WILL prepare the best, or in your case, the worst April Fool's Day ever.

•He would let you taste the candies he and Mandy are making. Sometimes it’s one of the best, gosh darn candies in the world holy moly?! Who knew that they could make candies taste so angelic? Well, it’s either that or they can explode you! Chester teases that he will never ever do that but he seems like the type of person to do it. So please take caution when he feeds you a sample of it.

•I like to believe he is a good candy maker (baker) and an artist. I have no idea how I came up with this but he gives me vibes that he will use those skills for both helping the candy store and his troublesome pranks.

•His hair definitely deflates whenever he’s sad like you could even see it just going down and being flat. Sometimes you even feel guilty because of how sorrowful he looks! His mood greatly affects the atmosphere of whatever room he’s in and if he’s feeling miserable then the room would be in a somewhat unpleasant situation.

•Occasionally he talks about social media. I enjoy thinking that he will literally look in a certain direction, break the fourth wall, and he will say his usual voice lines like “Mom! I’m on TV,” or whatever for funsies.

•Mandy either loves you or hates you, though not as much as she hates Chester. It honestly depends on your personality. If you’re someone who’s silly and mischievous that joins in with Chester’s shenanigans. She will dislike you similar to her opinion of Chester but if you’re more of someone who’s serious and oftentimes the victim of his jokes. She will feel sympathy for you and will tend to have a more fondness for you.

•Berry’s opinion towards you goes the same way but no matter what, he will accept you and will care for you. He had already considered you as part of his family as soon as Chester had introduced you to him.

•Chester’s definitely the type of person to enjoy pranking people but he’s not the one who enjoys being pranked. He will be super pouty about it for like at least a week. He’ll complain that he was the one who was supposed to be that since he’s the literal jester. But can’t everyone else have some fun too?

•Sometimes he does go too far with pranks, and he doesn’t even realize it all. He’s too busy laughing but once he notices your hurt expression whether it be an angry or crying face, it doesn’t matter if it’s to the point where he knows he messed up so badly. Let me tell you, he will be extremely guilty about it. 

•And if you’re injured, oh that’s the final straw. He will panic so badly. His hair deflates, he starts to sweat, maybe tearing up a bit, and just overall anxious. He can’t help it, seeing his lover hurt because of him which wasn’t even his intention in the first place. It just makes him so sad. He will apologize so badly, saying sorry for a whole while and I feel like he would lose some of his silly spark to the point where his boss and co-workers notice.

•He’s very good at mimicking people, surprisingly. He might as well be the next mime in Brawl Stars because of it! I feel like he could match people’s enthusiasm, their actions, and overall demeanor to the point he will use it to mock you. In a teasing way of course! I could just imagine him using a very high-pitched, baby voice to repeat what you said or exaggerate his movements whenever you do something. He finds it funny.

•He’s great at both starting fights and extinguishing them. I feel like he could be very sly with his words to turn a heated-up situation into a more fun one. You could say he’s even charming!

•However, if it doesn’t work and if it leads to you guys arguing or fighting, he’s actually a mature person. He’s very sincere with it and if it’s his fault, he’ll be ready to apologize. Hey just because he’s a clown doesn't mean it makes up his whole personality. Remember pranking is a way to show his affection, he’s not going to make being silly his “whole personality.”

•But I do like to believe he’s someone who doesn’t take most things seriously and oftentimes ignores the obvious warning signs that are wavering around him and that’s how he starts a lot of conflict in the first place.

•He’s very overdramatic, he’s great at acting too which makes it worse for you and better for him. He will use that card to attract attention so he can escape trouble or see you flustered. He will use every one of his cards so he can have an advantage!

•Overall he is a fun but extremely frustrating partner to have! 

Why was Chester both easy and hard to do. I feel proud on some headcanons but I also feel like some others could have been done better. But I hope you guys enjoy and have a good day!!

[pinkjoy-cons]

Childe Blub #1

Hello. I am not dead. Just distracted by several other things that I haven't had a moment to write anything smile :)

Despite how much I write for him...i actually don't like childe...

But @sammilimyy loves him so i write for him. This freaking man keeps hijacking my fics and I blame her really.

Anyway....i wrote this for her while i was on my lunch break. I got inspired by a LaDS fic that I now cannot find for the life of me. Hopefully they don't mind that I used a similar prompt for this blurb, if not I will delete it. If y'all find the fic let me know so I can confirm with them.

Warnings: Gender neutral reader (no defining feature/body parts) anyone can read, that being said: if you are amab he sticks his tongue in your a**, if you are afab it's just normal cunn!lingus (kinda) no use of Y/N, sub!Reader, hard dom!Childe, use of pet names (sweetheart, lovely, baby),Monster F!ucking, Size k!nk, overstimulation, rough!Childe, calling him Ajax, tongue F!ucking, exaggeration of sexual activity, dacryphilia (i think), belly bulge but it's when he's in Foul Legacy form so....I think that's it but let me know if I miss anything. MINORS DNI PLEASE

Please do not post/share my fics on TikTok, translate without my permission, narrate, or claim as your own.

Word Count: 669 (nice)

Imagine you're in bed with Childe and y'all are getting ready and such and as he puts it in about halfway you just go "is it in yet?"

You said it as a joke to act like a brat and get on his nerves. He paused just for a second and grabs you by the face. "So you wanna be a brat, huh?" Before you can respond he thrusts the rest of they way. It knocked your breath away. You put your hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away but he takes your hand and pins it next to your head. "Can you tell that it's in now?" He whispers in your ear, "How about when I do this?" His hips are flushed to you and he grinds ever so. It's rubbing inside of you so well all you can do is plead to him to wait; voice soft and whimpering.

"No, no sweetheart, you said you couldn't feel it so now I'm making sure you do. Or what? Still can't feel anything?" He can tell by the tears in your eyes that you can. "Yes Ajax I-I can. So full."

"No baby, I don't think you can. I mean why would you lie to me the first time then?" He then pulls out of you and you gasped; angry at the lack of him inside you.

You try to use your legs to pull him back to you but he unhooks himself from you and practically tosses them down. Through your daze you look to see what's going on. In what seemed like a blink and a flash of light, he changed and....Oh archons.

Towering above you is Ajax but now, he was in his Foul Legacy form. "I'm always so gentle with you lovely." He begins in a low gravel of his voice that was distorted due to being in this form. "I do my best to treat you with the respect that you deserve." His tongue comes out and his head lowers. Instantly, his snake-like tongue is shoved into you. You moan out but take it, trying to find purchase in the sheets below you as his thick tongue fucks in and out of you slowly. His tongue moves back and forth slowly and he takes his time to watch as the tears fall from your eyes. His tongue is removed and he questioned, "Did you feel that?" You took a moment too long to answer, too fucked out and rightfully embarrassed at how he's got you to this state so quickly.

"No answer," Ajax begins, "Fine then." In a shocking move he reaches above you and grips the headboard of the bed, snapping it with his strength. You snap out of it for just enough to see what was in front of you. Ajax's cock in his Foul Legacy form rubbing up and down your hole.

Your eyes go wide "A-Ajax that's not gonna-"

"Yes it will." He doesn't let you finish the sentence. It seems that he's done waiting because he starts to prod the engorged tip into you. "I want to make sure my baby feels-" the tip slips fully in, "Every." He speeds up and you can feel yourself stretching to fit it all. "Last." More is going in and at some point during the penetration you come; making a mess as he continues despite your cries. You cry out at the overstimulation and reach out to his arms above to ground you. "Inch"

Ajax bottoms out and you can honestly say you have never felt this full in your life. "Ajax!" You scream, "It was a joke baby. Please I-I can't!"

Childe lets out a low growl, "Sorry baby, I'm not laughing. You should have thought twice before saying something like that. And besides," Ajax pulls about and hand's width out and thrusts back in causing you to squirt a bit once again, "You've already come just from penetration alone, but I'm just barely getting started"

[frozenmoonshine]

Headcanon - Hanma Shuuji as your boyfriend

Ok, I hate myself for writing this, 'cause I hate this bitch just as much as Pissaki, but I've been fighting my intrusive fluffy thoughts about him and they won, sooo here they are:

Beware of insinuated hetero relationship, f!reader, and common terms of endearment.

He's a flirt, definitely. He knows he gets lots of attention from the fairer sex simply for being tall and good looking, but he also loves the fact that he's a smooth talker and can get pretty much any girl to fall for him. And he's not better than doing just that, simply because he needs some amusement in his life. Talk about being a piece of shit, going around breaking hearts for fun.

‌However, if he genuinely falls for someone, he basically does a 180⁰ turn and is the most loyal lover you could get! He will, most definitely and undeniably, try to make his SO jealous by casually flirting left and right, just because he can, and he enjoys seeing your frustrated, annoyed, jealous face. However, if you get jealous or hurt for real, he will genuinely freak out, and will try his best to reassure you that he loves you and that he was just messing with you. You are the only one for him, after all, his safe haven and his light! If he realizes that he stepped overboard with his "jokes", he will change his behaviour immediately. Idk why, but he just gives me the vibe of someone who perfectly understands boundaries, and he will choose to honor his commitments.

‌He himself is not jealous at all, and no matter what you may do, he wouldn't get jealous. The bastard is just so cocky and aware of his desirability (even tho he overestimates himself quite a lot), it's unnerving! But unless he straight up catches you "red handed" with another guy, he won't be jealous in the slightest. And if that happens, if you do cheat on him, then he might just beat your side piece to a pulp, and walk out on you like you never even existed. He will be heartbroken about it for a long time, tho.

‌Don't do him dirty, even as annoying and flawed as he is, he is still worth it! He can be super loving and affectionate in private, and he will be your no. 1 cheerleader, in whatever you're aspiring to achieve. Tell him all about your adventures tho, he loves a good story!

‌He gets too easily bored, so he would fall head over heels for someone who can engage him in deep and interesting conversations, and be a bit of a tease as well, just enough to always keep him on the edge of his seat, but not to overdo it. After all, he is the tease one in the relationship, and he doesn't like the idea of giving up that title.

‌Speaking of him being a tease... yes, he's absolutely insufferable! In every sense. (Yes, that too!)

‌Dates with him are always so random and spontaneous, like, he'd take you on a bike ride to the beach at 3 AM, and you'd make sand castles in the dead of the night, just because. It's totally not because he's secretly a hopeless romantic and wanted to watch the sunrise with you, btw. Or he might get you out of your school/work just to take you to the rooftop of the highest building in his neighborhood, where you guys can throw water baloons on the passers-by down there, and photograph their reactions. Or you two would be in a middle of a rollercoaster ride and he'd scream into your ear: "Babe, let's go have a picnic in the woods, this ride is boring!" The worst best part - his idea of a "picnic" is pranking hikers by making weird noises. At least one thing is for sure with him - there is never a single dull moment!

‌But even as the chaos elemental that he is, he is actually looking for (inner) peace. He would want to feel safe and taken care of in a relationship, and I can picture him falling for his childhood friend. If not that, then he'd definitely go for the cozy, domestic, girl-next-door type. Despite what he shows to the outer world, he just craves familiarity and warmth.

‌His friend-turned-girlfriend definitely calls him Shuu-chan. He pretends it annoys him, but there's nothing he loves hearing more. And I will die on that hill if need be!

[mtkay13]

And yet.... another..... Face reveal illustration.

And of course, another long post, LOL.

More thoughts on the passage below!

This illustration is born from a hyperfocus of mine on this sentence:

Ah-Xu... [...] Did... did I tell you that I like men?"

他忽然发现，其实对方一辈子都不将那易容卸下来，在自己心里，也从来就应该是这样一副模样，如今看到他长得竟如自己想象中的感觉别无二致，就���是……已经认识了他很久很久一样。 [Wen Kexing] suddenly realized that, should [Zhou Zishu] have kept the mask on forever, this was the face he'd have pictured in his heart. Now, seeing this face that exactly matched the one he had pictured, it simply felt like.... meeting again with someone he'd known for a very, very long time.

This, to me, feels like the comforting familiarity of knowing, of understanding a friend, feeling at ease despite the years, the distance; the feeling of meeting a friend IRL for the first time despite knowing them for years, and yet everything clicks--

To me, the beauty in this passage is in how the mask... never really did anything, change anything. Wen Kexing became friends with the person behind the mask, felt this deep connection for this man regardless of what he could look like, and seeing him, now, his face revealed, is that comfort of, yes--I recognize you. It's you.

What I really enjoy in TYK is Wenzhou's companionship, the way they understand each other so profoundly, and their friendship. The fact that they liked each other as people first, that they connected so well despite the odds. This connection between them makes a lot of the feelings mutual, and I feel like this sentence above, part of it is felt by Zhou Zishu as well; and removing his mask, although it is for practical reasons within the context of the story, showing his face to Wen Kexing is a way to affirm trust, both ways. I trust you with my own face, but you can also trust me--because I show you, I welcome you in. This passage... almost feels like a greeting. "Hello again, friend." except they've been tagging along for a while, now.

I used to wonder if Zhou Zishu was nervous about Wen Kexing seeing his face, as I do think he's a bit self-conscious about his frail body and struggles to understand Wen Kexing's big declaration of attraction to him--sort of like, "will he still like me, what will he think of my face?". I don't really stand by that anymore, because my understanding of ZZS has changed since then. It really feels more like, it's fine, we know each other, we're friends anyway now whether I like it or not. I wonder, is he a bit happy that he gets to greet WKX with his real face? He mentions having counted on keeping his mask until he dies, but... ? It's pretty obvious that at this point in the story, ZZS is already deeply fond of WKX, so I can't help but feel like he is happy, deep down, that he gets to make that connection.

For WKX, it must be comforting, but also quite bittersweet. His appreciation, his growing love for ZZS, only comforted by this familiarity, this acknowledgement of companionship, of ease together, while he is so deeply aware that ZZS is condemned... I feel like at this moment, he must want to hug him, to keep him close, and think, I wish I could have him longer, I wish he could stay; for he's the only friend he's ever had, for he never connected with someone like that before.

Now to adress the elephant in the room and jump onto the next topic, I keep saying "friend", "companion". Needless to say that I am well aware that wenzhou have a romantic+ bond, but I just feel like this part highlights this aspect of their relationship that I profoundly cherish. And thus we reach WKX's very famous line:

It's hilarious, perfectly timed, but I especially love how I feel like, rather than highlighting how gorgeous or attractive ZZS could be, this is yet another way for WKX to lighten his own mood, to detach himself from the deeper feelings, the longing, the fondess, the comfort--given how untimely this all is. It hurts, to feel attached to ZZS as a person, because he's going to die soon, while joking about fucking and being gay always works, and it has the benefit to make ZZS flustered.

So yeah, point is, I'm obsessed with that scene.

Also, obligatory reference to the past versions, which I noticed make sort of a nice movement? haha.

I'm not really standing by the first one anymore, but it works in that context!

[melkyt]

Been crying alot about the idea of the immortality surgery in the context of LawLu.

The vibes are immaculate for the angst xd

Say the side effect of the immortality surgery is that while Luffy exists forever, Law's soul is tied to his existence.

Say maybe Luffy's death was not some dramatic thing that happened in battle, no, he just used up the last of his life force by using the gears too often, and it presented itself as a disease sometime in his late twenties.

Law has gotten used to having him around, having a semblance of a family together, picking up orphan kids here and there. Luffy still goes on adventures and travels the world, but he always comes back.

Then he stops going out as he gets sick, on some days he can't even get out of bed.

Law hates watching the man he loves, the man who burns so brightly wither away. So despite his promise, Law can't do it. He does the surgery.

Luffy finds him in the garden, seemingly asleep, peaceful, and gone. His heart shatters and it takes weeks for him to recover, but eventually, he manages to keep going, as he has things to keep going for. Their children, his crew.

He does not know that he is immortal, and does not know what Law did until everyone starts dying around him.

Luffy slowly breaks as he loses everything, everyone he loves. It's when the last of his mortal friends dies, Zoro, who was determined to not go before Luffy, not to leave him alone.

That is when Luffy decides that he has had enough life. That he wants to be with everyone again. Brook once told him that immortality can be a curse. It's worse. Brook is still alive and they sometimes talk, the only thing that keeps Luffy's sanity together as the years pass and stop having any meaning.

He travels the world, looking for a way to break the curse, learning more than he has in years of adventure, still keeping his smile and finding joy but it gets harder, the more things seem to repeat. The world begins to feel small, and sometimes he still imagines Law or his crew being around. The hallucinations do not make life easier.

So when he sees a man who looks and sounds exactly like Law on the island where Law was once born. He brushes it off as another hallucination. "Can't get enough of me, huh Traffy? It's the third time this week" He sighs, running a finger over the rim of his glass.

The man just stares in something akin to shock. He blinks as if not quite believing his eyes.

Luffy tilts his head. The hallucinations usually have some witty rebuke. They don't just stare.

"Luffy?" The man's voice is shaky, he stumbles back, breath coming in quick huffs. "How did I..." Law grabs his head as a splitting headache brings memories with it.

It's Luffy's turn to stare in disbelief. It's been hundreds of years, he may come by the place once in awhile, this is the island where Law was born, its familiar, the little things that never change but he never expected to see the man again. "Don't joke like that" Voice low, a threat on his lips. "Traffy's dead"

"I, yes." The man's knuckles are white around his whiskey glass. "I was... I do... How am I here Luffy?

"If you're fake, I'm gonna kill you" Luffy gingerly approaches, poking the man on the arm. "My hallucinations usually don't feel like nothing"

"Hallucinations? Are there side effects to the surgery?" Law gets over some of his confusion, placing his hands on either side of Luffy's face, feeling his pulse. It beats like a drum, as it has since he awakened Nika. "Weird but normal for you"

Luffy chuckles "Only Traffy would go all doctor mode right now" he wraps both arms around Law, "I'm not letting you go this time." Now that's a promise he will not let either of them break, no matter what.

Luffy uses his willpower and gear 5 to keep Law alive out of determination and to spite whatever force tries to take him.

[techamecha]

i worded my last post about this really bad because i made it in the middle of class, but i just sort of wanted to expand on my ideas because theyre EATING ME ALIBE!!!!

cw for under the cut; toxic/EVIL matthew . hes super not cutesy in this so plsplspls proceed with your own happiness in mind thank u

ok so something that had been bouncing in my head for a while is a really flawed matt because i personally just really really love thinking abt character flaws because it humanizes them in my mind more, and something that’s been like super prominent is a suuuper cocky matt

it doesn’t make sense, right? like with the way that he is portrayed and his lack of attention would make it kind of hard to be cocky, but i really like the idea of it being sort of a familial thing (ame and just the FACE family stuff). like his brother is obviously super cocky and i think they have that in common, but its never noticed in matt because hes never noticed… (i also think ame has more character depth regarding the way he views himself but i dont wanna talk about that right now lalala)

like, in my mind, i think matt has this really skewed view of himself and his brother. he secretly thinks that he is the better brother for a multitude of reasons, but he never expresses it because its not like people would listen

i think he’s constantly picking apart everything alfred does in his mind and using it to make him feel better about himself despite the lack of attention he gets from others (‘a lot of people like al, but a lot of people also hate him because he’s himself. no one hates me for me. they hate me for al. that counts for something, eh?’)

so, he’s created this sort of pedestal for himself, and he has a severe victim complex. in some ways, he deserves to feel like the world is against him, but i think he takes it to grotesque lengths. yes, he doesnt deserved to be ignored, but he has this view on himself that hes better than al in every way and everyone in the world is playing some sort of cruel joke on him. it creates a lot of tension when he forms relationships with other people (other countries outside of his family, and regular people) he has this constant nagging feeling that they’re secretly going to abandon him and he expresses it in his actions to the point where he forcibly drives people off because hes already convinced they will leave first..

then, the cocky/narcissistic aspect of things comes into play mostly when his ability to take responsibility is being discussed. say he makes friends with a normal person and they get into some sort of argument and they criticize something he does, he just doesn’t get why. his only method of checking his morals is seeing if it’s something obnoxious that his brother would do and, if it’s not, then he sees no fault in his behaviour. he ends up hurting and driving people away and his fucked up mind convinces him that hes the victim in it all, that people are just so cruel and aren’t seeing him for himself.

his long standing loneliness has contributed to these jumbled ideas that he’s too good for everyone to realize— that he doesn’t need to change, he just needs to find the right people. it’s detrimental to his views on himself and creates just an overall weird tension when hanging around him

but still, he’s so outwardly kind and softspoken, it’s very hard to fathom that he could be so cruel. it’s probably something that keeps people around longer. matt will vent about how everything has always been about his brother— how he quite literally blends into the background everywhere he goes— and people will feel sorry. they will stick around because he’s so pitiful and sad, until they realize that tolerance isn’t enough to maintain a relation— and that matthew is crazy

this is jumbled and jumping back to a previous point, but again, he drives people away because he’s convinced everyone is out to get him. the longer a person sticks, the more unbearable he becomes. he obsesses over every single thing that this person does, and twists their actions in one way or another. he wants the world to revolve around him and, since he knows it doesn’t, he just tries to convince the people around him to make their worlds revolve around him. he wants people to be there at his convenience. a friend cant hang out due to a job? or school? “you don’t care, do you? why do you even stick around? do you just want to meet my brother? i bet that’s it, huh? you don’t care for me at all.” a person could beg and plead against matthew’s words but he wouldn’t believe them no matter what. and then, all his words and thoughts are just confirmed once that person leaves him. his life is ruined and it’s his brothers fault (at least, that’s what he thinks).

he’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing and while i love to think about him just being super cutesy, i think stuff like this is also pretty fun to consider ^^ sorry it’s jumbled, i didn’t plan anything.. i just wanted to talk. and please dont hate me for this!!!!!!

[thecoolerlucky]

Chapter 5: Him Or Me?

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Lynette's meets Lev (Slight angst, little goofs, and lore info)

Wordcount: 3,000+

'What makes you think you're the better choice?'

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Day 5 - (Sept. 12th, Monday)

Lynette

Sprawled across the bar counter overlooking our living room, I hugged my glass of orange juice close.

The day after I got away from Alexander, he got me by using Drake as a decoy, and after that, I avoided him again by using Drake as a decoy, too. I told Drake I was going to lunch early, in earshot of Alexander. He thought I was back there and looked for me. While he was getting into the watch position at break room 1, I snuck by and went to lunch before he noticed.

I was proud, even though I knew that was it.

I can't keep doing this. With a dissatisfied huff, I pressed the cold glass to my lips and took a nice, long swig. This is insane, or am I insane? Is this all in my head?

I slammed the glass down, less than half full, and gently rested my head on the smooth, crumb-free countertop. What kind of maniac wants to eat someone? I never thought of asking him, Drake, or Sandra. I was afraid of the answer.

I haven't talked to Edgar yet, either. Sandra said he apparently had 'good news' to tell me. I have some words for him, too. Thinking that way was more of a joke—I had nothing prepared to say. It's fine. He's off today, and this first week wasn't...

My cheek remained pressed against the polished wood, staring deeply into my OJ like it held the answers. What even is Alexander? For the past few days, I figured he was some sort of giant. All he did was grow taller. For supposedly working with monsters, none of them really look like monsters, either. Drake had weird eyes like Edgar, but Sandra and Viola looked normal.

Wait… The thought broke through my mind's barricades. How could Alexander work after doing something like that? I pushed the glass to my forehead. The cold condensation was enough of a shock to snap me out of it. No, that's not what you should care about, Lynette. Regardless, I get paid if it happens; who cares about the other stuff.

Blocked by the glass, my eyes drifted down my hand and to my forearm. Is that it? Not that it's an excuse. I let go of my OJ, lifted my head, and brought my arm close to my face. This is so weird. In a quick bob forward and back, I licked my arm.

I don't taste like anything! "Why is-" Looking ahead through the opening to the kitchen stood my brother. Did he see me do that? He opened his mouth to say something, shut it, and flipped around to face the coffee machine next to the fridge.

My vocals left in a sharp squeak, "Wicks!"

"Morning," He said, refusing to look back.

"It- I was-"

"I didn't see anything."

"No, please, let me explain." I laid across the counter, wobbling forward on the barstool, and reached my pitiful arms out like I could grab him, "Wiiiiiicks."

"Yes, Lentils?" As the coffee poured, droning behind him, he faced me. Gentle and understanding despite what he saw.

This is the worst. How could I explain this? I can't tell him anything about my job. I softly knocked my head down and changed the subject. "D- Did you sleep well?"

…

I put my lunch away inside breakroom two, planning to eat it during our break. It seems breakroom one is where they hang out.

Nothing was different in breakroom two—they all had the same layout, round scattered tables, chairs, kitchen, and T.V. area.

Cautiously, I moved out of breakroom two and into breakroom one. Nearing the door that led into the hall, I peeked out and looked at the time clock closest to the hallway split and the doorway to the kitchen. I saw Alexander there, but not Drake. He's off today, too. A different guy was talking to Alexander. Who's that?

Whoever it is, he doesn't look happy talking to them.

I left the safety of the break room. Get around them and scan in, Lynette. I thought it like it'd be simple.

A few steps in, my sneak attempt failed. The male swiftly locked onto me like an auto-turret, preparing to gun me down.

Out of his throat left a smooth, silken thrum, a pitch far too perfect for normal speech. "Ooooh~?"

He approached me. He was almost as tall as Alexander, perhaps just a touch shorter. His features were sharp, and he was fit, but unlike Alexander, he was slender, and his skin tone was similar to Wicks, a warm limestone.

My feet itched to step back when I encountered his canary yellow irises. They felt calculating, dashing over me and giving him every detail. "Uh, hi?"

He tipped his head curiously like a cat. "You're a new hire, huh? Here because of Wendie?"

Who's Wendie?

"Shut up," Alexander's much deeper growl called from next to the time clock.

A sly smirk rode the male's lips—however, his attention never left me. "I'm Lev," he offered me his hand, "nice to meet you…?" He trailed off expectantly.

I lifted my hand, accepting his handshake. "My name is Lynette."

"Well," his voice hummed, "Lynette." He let my hand go. "I'll be working with you today after our break." He took his hat out of his back pocket. "And I can't wait to know more about you." He put his cap down on his dark, choppy-cut blue hair and moved to the time clock without waiting for my response.

"C-cool, see you later, Lev." He's VERY different.

Alexander swiftly moved in and scanned his nametag, too. He didn't say a word to me.

I'd rather it be quiet between us anyhow. I scanned in, went to the registers, and quickly got through the first two hours of the day.

…

During my break, I sat alone at a table near the kitchen in breakroom two, eating my peanut butter and banana sandwich. Lev seemed weirdly nice? Then again, Drake wasn't awful to me.

Crunching through a few peanuts, I pretended not to notice Alexander coming in—it was harder to ignore him the closer he got to my table.

It's not lunch. Why is he coming over here?

Alexander pulled out the chair across from me and plopped down.

Timidly, I asked, "Wha-Aaat's up?"

He remained quiet and looked at the couches on the opposite end of the breakroom.

I chewed in the uncomfortable silence. What's his deal? Two more minutes later, he spoke.

"Go with me to lunch today." He said it sharply like an order.

Why would I do that? I finished up my sandwich. "If you promise you won't do what you've been trying to do to me every lunch, sure."

Alexander panned over to me, "It's him or me. You've got no choice."

What makes you think you're the better choice? I'd choose myself, thank you. I squared my shoulders, puffed out my chest, acted like a breeze wouldn't knock me over, and bluffed. "You expect me not to have a plan?"

His eyebrow raised, momentarily believing me, then Alexander pushed up his frames, "You didn't even know he was going to be here today."

"I thought around it."

Alexander leaned forward in his chair, a vexed smile cracked on his face, "you're full of it. There's no way you can hide from him, and certainly no way you're going to hide from my ass anymore." He pulled back with slight disgust, "Or do you want him to eat you?"

"I'd rather neither of you do that to me." His eyes glaring beyond his lenses were too formidable to stare back at. "How would you feel getting chased around and…" my tongue wrestled to keep the word back. It left quietly, "eaten."

He rolled his eyes, scoffed, and released an exaggerated exhale, "I know how it is."

"You do?" That's a lie. My body wouldn't let me accuse him. "Why would you do it to me if you know how it feels?!"

His gray hue narrowed, "Because I know the damnedhunger too."

I aimed to sound as frightening as he did with his deep, actual, animalistic-sounding growls and harshness. In actuality, I probably sounded like a mouse, "I won't give up on this."

"Wonderful,~" Lev's sweet serenade chirped. When did he come in? My lack of self-awareness was astonishing. He swayed behind my chair, going to the fridge. "It wouldn't be fun if you gave up too easily."

Alexander sighed and took out his phone.

I didn't respond either. I got up when the bell rang for me to go back.

...

At the counter, there was a stark contrast between Alexander and Lev. Alexander wore a hardened expression, and though he had a small smile, he was so imposing that I could tell most customers wanted to get through their orders and leave.

Meanwhile, Lev was very fluid with his height. He leaned on the counters, gesturing in suave, expressive mannerisms to communicate to those who came up.

He'd heartily laugh with them as if he'd known them for years and slide compliments regarding whatever crafts or passions they spoke about. He received numbers that way, exchanging playful banter before they left.

Appalled, I still worked, as usual, with an upbeat grin and pep to my step. I wanted the customers to feel understood, heard, and appreciated as they left.

"Your cute, lively, short stature makes them feel comfortable," Lev said, eyeing me from the side without turning his head. "You've worked in customer service before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I used to work at Bullseyes in the electronics department."

There was a barely noticeable smile, "Then you got invited here, surrounded by monsters, and you chose to stay?"

That sums it up. "I did." He didn't face me. Should I assume the worst from him as well? "I…I don't suppose asking nicely will change your mind about coming after me, will it?"

Smoother than a freshly waxed bowling aisle, his chuckle filled my eardrums. "Not at all." His head craned to capture me better. "I'm very interested in why you were special enough to get Wendie to invite you."

"Does he not do it often?"

He expelled a sneered breath, "Ha," and cast his eyes ahead, "From what I understand, he's never done it before. It's sweet to know he's following in my footsteps." He lifted a hand and raised it above my head, "just with a much more persistent human."

That card he gave me did look old. My shoulders rose. So he really picked me to mess with, then? I moved to the left so I wasn't under his hovering hand.

Lev's body angled over me, "What's the matter?"

I created more distance. "I don't get the reason you all do that."

Lev readjusted his posture and went over the counter on his side. He placed an elbow down and put his chin in his palm.

He peered ahead at the customer, walking to the door from outside. "Why do we eat humans? It differs from monster to monster; some don't, and some do. But in my case…" The curl at his lips pulled them back enough to reflect his changed teeth. Lev's previous normal whites were now serrated and blade-like. "I love seeing and feeling their helpless, fearful writhing to escape me." He stood up straighter—a sinister, undisturbed calmness exuded from his breath. "It really makes their lesser flavor much more," Lev's final word left in a barely audible whisper, "appetizing."

He wasn't even looking at me. His attention was on the customer. He greeted them as they made it to our counter like nothing happened. Back to his original flirtatiously artful state, as if he was reset.

Confusion drew my eyes to my register. He said that, right? The sudden flip of his switch made me question it.

Business picked up and soon distracted me. Viola wasn't here today, so Lev or I went out to clean tables, and sometimes Sandra would come out from the back. And today, a nurse, much like Sandra, named Tristan, would take our place here during lunch.

Throughout the rest of our time, Lev occasionally teetered toward me as if I had something that interested him. He's doing it to mess with me…this is awful.

Around the corner, Alexander said, "I'm going to lunch." Its abruptness made me jump. Thanks for the heads up, I guess.

"What's got you so jumpy?" Lev neared.

"D-don't act all innocent." I slightly stuttered, playing with the keys on the register.

He shrugged his shoulders, veining an innocent persona. "You asked, and I answered honestly ." He twisted on his heels to look at me. "Speaking of, since I answered one of your questions, do you mind answering one of mine?"

I don't want to. Lev looked far too happy. I moved my hand and twisted my hips to meet him. "What is it?"

In a quick motion, he bent closer, leaving me no time to react. "Do you prefer being eaten head or feet first?" My shoulders leaped up once more seeing him lick the corner of his lip.

I stumbled backward, barely catching myself. "None!" What kind of question is that? His laughter played along my spine like a pair of drumsticks to a xylophone. I'm feeding into him, aren't I? He likes fear. I need to go. "I-I'm going to lunch."

"Aw, so you want to be Wendie's meal?"

"I don't want to be anyone's, that word-" On my heels, I turned, not wanting to hear anymore. Customers were coming up anyway, so he was too preoccupied to ridicule me.

What am I going to do? Lev seems so creepy, and Alexander is just aggressive. I wilted when I reached the time clock. Is it too much to ask to be left alone? I'd like a plain lunch period, please.

The thoughts swished in my head, similar to a swill of mouthwash in the morning. What if Lev's kidding with me? He could be playing some kind of bad prank.

My gut feeling said he was serious.

Do I really have to pick the "lesser of two evils?" I pulled out my phone, checked the wallet on the back for coins, and, finding none, had my browser flip the coin for me instead. Heads Alexander, tails Lev.

And, of course, it ended up with Alexander.

…

Alexander

As far as he was concerned, his whole situation was troublesome. She made a fool of him twice now. What the hell would she even be planning? She couldn't get Lev to eat me. He's not Zilla.

The ridiculousness hurt his head. Lev brought countless humans, and unlike Lynette, they never lasted. Yet she did, and I'm stuck with her damn scent everywhere.

He was relieved he didn't work with her today. He figured he'd lose what little composure he had.

He's probably wrapping her around his finger. He groaned externally and bounced his leg up and down in his seat. It's not like he can give her more reason to be here.

He shifted his head back, staring at the 'untouchable' ceiling. He followed along the support beams. I shouldn't have fucking invited her. I should have eaten her that day and been done with it. Now I gotta suffer wallowing in-

He jolted and stared at the break room door as it slid open.

He was about to say something, but she held up her phone and moved closer to his table.

"I flipped a coin, okay!" Her fairly strained and panicked voice let out. "I couldn't think of a plan, and I'm freaked out by Lev right now-" She stopped in front of his table and looked in the other direction.

Is this really happening?

"I don't want either of you to do that to me. I think it's disgusting, gross, and I hate it." She gasped and whimpered, hanging her head and putting her palms with her phone down on the table. "So please, if you're going to do it, just…do it quickly."

Involuntarily, he started to salivate, a trained automatic response his body did when he was going to eat someone.

He got up from his chair, not responding to her, only exhaling like he did the first day. He dared not say a word; he couldn't take any conversation with what he ate, not anymore.

Like every time he felt the imbued spark of magic burst inside him. He manipulated and molded it with his energy to his will.

It demanded his body to grow, each intricate detail getting larger as he clenched both hands around her forearms to pin them down. Her legs twitched, and her body tried to struggle briefly before he brought her off the ground.

This feels so slow. He cursed.

Her own eyes shut, and he, as always, did the same. Not that it mattered much when he started, but he didn't like looking at them before he did it.

…

Devouring someone made him lethargic. It was the only time his body had any semblance of peace from the neverending bombardment of starvation—that's why he sat back on the sofa when he finished.

"I don't think I've ever seen your guard so low." Lev's tease strummed near Alexander while his head was draped over the couch's back.

Alexander opened one eye to look at Lev, bending over the back next to his head.

With a grunt, Alexander closed his eye, "Why keep it up? I can't get eaten after eating someone, and Zilla isn't here today. She comes back tomorrow, though, so good luck."

"Maybe she'd get Drake," Lev said.

"Don't throw him under the bus, asshole."

"He shouldn't be standing in the road."

Alexander shifted his legs. He would have snapped back if his stamina wasn't fleeting.

Fuck it. "Whatever." He couldn't think straight with her. She gave his body an abnormally large abundance of what it needed faster than any other human. He was like a computer overloaded with data.

"That was lackluster," Lev said, expressing his disappointment.

Alexander grumbled.

"Alright," Lev pushed up, "Have your fun for now because she'll be mine on Thursday."

…

Lynette

As usual, Sandra offered me a resignation form when I woke up, and I declined.

The drive home was musicless, and my body collapsed on the front door to the apartment.

Maybe…I should quit. The brim of my hat pushed on the door, slowly going up and falling from the ponytail I looped through it. My head knocked at the door. It's so much money. I heard a few people at the other end of the hall near the elevator. I knelt down and picked up my hat. I should go in.

I raised my key-holding hand and, at the same time, stared into the little pizza mascot's pacman-shaped black eyes.

I tucked my cap under my arm, put my key in the lock, and griped between pouted, defeated lips. "Happy Pizzeria, more like psycho monsteria."

...

Preview for the next chapter: 

Removing her hat, she ruffled her hands through her razor cut, fluffed up white hair. "Those hats aren't flattering at all." She grabbed a chair, sliding it an inch away from mine. I winced, awaiting her to say something as disturbing as the rest. "Don't be like that, Babe. I've got an offer for you." She swung an arm over my shoulder, brought me in, and said the unexpected. "How would you like to work with me to take care of your Alexander problem." 

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[lawomi]

Transmasc!Trafalgar Law & Straw Hats

Fun little writing exercise about Law coming out to the Straw Hats. Minor hints at LawSan, LawLu, ZoLaw, ZoSan.

Cw: 🔞 Mature topics, trans coming out scene, fluff, humor, bicurious Sanji, mastectomy scars, mentions of phalloplasty, Law is okay having a vulva, masc terms for parts.

Law is spending time with the Straw Hats at a bath house. He keeps his waist covered all the time, which leads different directions. Was it shyness? Was it some hidden tattoo? The guys devolve into comparing dicks. Law refuses to show them anything. The Straw Hats reveal just how accepting their crew can be.

Law sat on one of the stools to use the shower head. The bathhouse was noisy. The water splashed as Luffy jumped in; Zoro yelling at him for spraying water everywhere ending in a silly splash fight. Jinbe, Franky and Brook sat against some of the rocks to the back in relaxation, Sanji was busy trying to peak at the women without going over the wall and Usopp was sitting near Law, showering himself.

Law, unlike the rest, was wearing a towel around his waist even as he sat facing away and running water thru his hair. He seemed relaxed despite all the noise, though his face still held that classic scowl. Usopp glanced at him curiously as Law took to washing his privates, but maintained the towel so Usopp couldn't see.

"Say, Torao" Usopp spoke up, "Are you shy around us?"

He could see Law's eyes widen, his cheeks flush, and then Usopp received a glare. "What?"

Usopp scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously, "Sorry, weird question. None of us are wearing towels so..."

Law rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I'm not a Straw Hat. Plus, is it a crime to not want to show your genitalia to people? Tsk, people are obsessed with that."

Having heard the conversation, Sanji walked over. "Hm, that is a weird question, Usopp."

"YOU'RE THE WEIRDO IN HERE," Usopp raised an arm to gesture towards the wall where he had just been trying to peep.

"I am curious, though," Sanji ignored him. "Do you have tattoos on your inner thighs or something?"

Law pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sure."

"Really?!" Luffy called from the water. He hung out at the edge, leaning towards Law. "I wanna see, Torao!"

Law groaned, "No! Mugiwara-ya, you can't."

Luffy whined, pouting with furrowed brows. Zoro waded over to him. "I bet he's just embarrassed about his dick size," he nudged Luffy. Law could hear the shit eating grin on his face without turning around.

Law took in a sharp breath, trying to relax his heart. He didn't want to have to talk to them about this. Luckily, Sanji was already on Zoro's case, since it reminded him that Zoro always boasts about his dick almost exclusively to make Sanji angry (or...something).

Brook had gotten out of the water and sat near Law, washing off his bones. "Well, I don't have a penis, yohohoho!"

Somehow, that made Law feel better.

"Yes, what does it matter?" Jinbe was now sitting on Law's left. "It depends entirely on your genetics, your race, your size."

"Yeow!" Franky grinned, "And I can change mine to be bigger," he half-joked.

Jinbe laughed at Franky's remark, "Well I have two of them!"

"TWO?" Sanji and Zoro had stopped in surprise and Luffy's eyes sparkled. "That's crazy!" Luffy laughed.

Law was smiling. He liked that the men casually defended him. Should he just up and say it now? Did it matter?

"I'm transgender," he finally said, his voice slightly wavering from nerves, "Are you all satisfied, now?"

"Ohhh!" Luffy got out of the water and walked over, to Law's horror. "So you're like Yamabro! Or... Okiku? You're a woman?"

"No, first answer was correct, I'm a man."

"Yeah, either way, that's no big deal," Luffy beamed, "Yamabro bathed with us!"

Jinbe smiled at Law, "We appreciate your willingness to open up to us; I'm glad you can trust us. Yes, we see no problem in that."

"Heh. Torao!" Zoro called over, "I definitely have a bigger dick than you!"

A very rare genuine grin spread across Law's face. Somehow, Zoro had enough empathy to know treating him any different was what would be upsetting.

"Me, too!" Sanji copied him. He was blushing slightly though, as if he was thinking about something.

Law shrugged, he stood and dropped his towel. Usopp and Sanji were the only ones to have a shocked reaction, Sanji's nose even trickled a bit of blood. Law froze up as he realized that everyone was actually scanning, not looking to his vulva per say, but for tattoos.

"I don't have any more tattoos!" He barked. "Just let it go."

Luffy came closer and observed, making Law blush, while most of the men continued what they were doing casually.

"So, that's your dick, huh?" Usopp pointed out, having come close, too. Sanji was still staring, he looked very conflicted. Franky also leaned in with interest.

Law sighed and tried to go into doctor mode now. "Yeah, with testosterone the clit increases in size. I think I'm two inches."

"But," Franky glanced up at his chest, "You did your chest right? What stopped you from changing the bottom?"

"I feel indifferent to it," Law said simply, "I don't want to change it." He jolted as Luffy gently touched the scars on his chest. "Hey! Too close."

Luffy backed up, grinning. "Sorry... Your tattoos are just so cool, I never noticed the scars there."

Law was blushing furiously now, feeling his dick peak thru his folds. He twirled around and used the shower head again. "Thanks for accepting me," he sounded honestly grateful, but was also trying to finish the convo.

Luffy sat beside him to the right, showering himself off too. Law tried (tried) to ignore him. Sanji was still staring at Law's back, but was snapped out of it by Zoro who began to make fun of him. "Into men now, Swirly?"

"No!" Sanji chided.

"It wouldn't be a big deal!" Zoro snapped back. Hell, he was into men. If Sanji weren't so fucking straight maybe he'd ask him ou--

"Absolutely not," Sanji rolled his eyes, "I'm just into certain parts. Doesn't mean I like men."

"It does if the parts are men's parts," Zoro sneered. Sanji was dumbfounded at this comment. Shock befell Zoro to see Sanji go into pensive mode instead of growing angry. Sanji pinched his chin, diverting his eyes to the ground.

"Tsk," Zoro rolled his eyes. "Well, technically if you viewed Yamato as a woman and view those part as female- gross - then you're straight. Quit worrying so much, no need to be fragile."

Sanji sighed. "You're right. I know Yamato is just as much a man as Law. I just... have to sort through my thoughts."

[uselesscian]

Disclaimer: I originally wrote This in a YouTube Playlist (here, if you want to hear) like a POV but I decided to start writing little things here.

Silvermane guard genderneutral reader

And I'm not so good at English but I'm trying. I hope you like it.

"So... do you know that chains and whips excite me?" You stopped as he finished talking

"What the he-" you turned around yo see him "Are you serious?" He smirked.

"Oh, darling. I know I like to joke sometimes, but I'm really saying it this time" Sampo spoke very confidently.

You looked at the chain that imprisoned his hands and then at him with a completely confused expression.

"You..." you spoke without knowing exactly what to say "Forget it. I will not fall into your trap".

"What kind of trap?"

"The kind of trap where you escape"

"It hurts me that you think that way about me," he replied indignantly, "can't I express how in love I am with you?"

"Agh, shut up, Koski" You rolled your eyes, tired, and went back to making sure all the stolen items were in that bag.

"Shut me up" he replied with a lustful smile.

You turned to see him, again, and you gave him a face of pure anger.

A shiver ran down the blue-haired man's back, but it wasn't exactly a shiver of fear.

"Hey Y/N don't be bad with me" He called pouting with a honeyed voice.

But you keep ignoring it until you notice something unusual.

"Why do you have so many medical supplies? All the inhabitants of Belobog have access to the medical service and no one would buy in places other than pharmacies"

"Not all" despite having that stupid smile, his voice had a tinge of seriousness.

"Are you saying that..." incredulous of your thought you stopped "... you give these medical supplies to the people of the underworld?"

"Bingo! That answer is correct, darling"

"Wait a minute, do you sell them?"

The man, seeing the storm approaching, repeatedly denied.

"Of course not! Sampo would not be capable of committing such an atrocity" he said immediately "I am just being generous, as I always have been, and I am doing a favor".

A white lie wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

You raised your eyebrow when you heard him "yes, sure".

At that moment you again ignored any sound that came out of his mouth, thinking about the purpose of his theft. So you decided something.

"I'll let you go only on the condition that you take me to the underworld and I'll see you deliver them for free"

"W-Wait a minute" he answered a little nervously "You see, I can't take you, because... it's a very dangerous road! I won't let you get hurt by something like that".

"I'm a Silvermane guard. I can handle it".

"I'm a businessman, but this can't be negotiated. I don't want you to get hurt"

A breath escaped from your lips. It was obvious that he didn't want to take you to the underworld.

"If you're not willing..."

"How about this?" he interrupted you "I'll give you a letter made personally by the boss of the underworld, yes?"

"How can I trust you, scammer?"

"Aw, don't you trust me? What wrong have I done to deserve that?"

"Do you really want me to tell you all your crimes right now?"

"I don't think that's necessary, darling," he laughed awkwardly, "I promise."

"Is not sufficient"

"Whoa, you sure are heartless" he cleared his throat "I, Sampo Koski, a man of word, promise you that I will give away these medical supplies for free."

You snorted at his little oath.

"I want that letter tomorrow at the first hour" you said, almost whispering.

"You're great, darling!"

You approached and with a key you removed the chains.

"I was starting to get used to this" he said with some disappointment.

"Go away before I change my mind" you threw the bag of supplies at him.

"Thanks, Y/N" he grabbed the bag just as it hit his chest and turned, ready to leave.

"Oh, I almost forgot" he turned around and, before you could react, he leaned over and kissed you on the lips "See you later, darling."

And so, just as fast as he had done, he started running. Leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions.

"You're such an idiot" you muttered starting to feel your face red with embarrassment.

The next morning, a letter with elegant handwriting, tinged with (you guessed) a doctor's handwriting by the cursive, appeared in your mailbox.

Inevitably, a sigh left your lips. He knew that you would give him a reprimand for yesterday's event and he left it there first thing in the morning.

Maybe Sampo Koski wasn't as bad as he seemed.

[beevean]

I have yet to read the new issue myself, but I believe Surge and Kit are explicitly stated/shown to be in it just to go fuck everyone over and hurt all their enemies in the Restoration, right? That is one of the many problems with IDW for me: instead of keeping things remotely under wraps and letting us as audience put together clues ourselves that the villains did actually not turn over a new leaf, it very explicitly shows this to be the case to us from the second they appear... yet none of the hero characters know about it, and the plot honestly is specifically tailored to ensuring they will not find out until it is too late (I'm still mad at all the bs pulled in issue 63, for example). It adds such an extra layer of frustration when we know that the more sceptic characters are one hundred percent in the right, only for them to be brushed off by their peers and not taken seriously. Like, surely I am not the only one who does not like seeing a favorite character of mine be made fun of despite knowing that they're just plain correct in their suspicions? I feel that a "dramatic irony" plot does not have to immediately equate to "unenjoyable teeth-grinding of frustration"... but only if it didn't come at the expense of legit all the respect the cast has for the Woobie Characters™️ who are Only Here To Be Hurt Because Isn't That Only Why People Like Them, like Silver or Whisper.

Oh, it's not just that. It's not just about seeing S&K teaming up with Clutch.

Surge keeps being confrontational and mocking, praising Whisper for being suspicious of her, at one point literally suggesting to burn the base down, to which Sonic responds "yeah sure fuck around and find out"...

But he still has the balls to say "but they deserve a second and third chance 🥺"

You idiot. You clown. You absolute buffoon. What. In the fuck. Are you doing.

Yes sure Surge and Kit deserve to have the chance to be free! But

they can't. Not so easily. You have learned in #55 that they were literally programmed to be antagonistic: you can't really get over brainwashing after a few nice words. I know you refused to give a shit because you're a heartless asshole, but you know this.

they have done literally nothing to indicate that they want to do better. "oh buh muh knuckles, muh shadow, muh silver" shut the fuck up, all these three actually HELPED Sonic to prove that they had a change of heart! Knuckles brought them to Sky Sanctuary! Shadow went to fight the Biolizard! Silver saved Sonic from Eggman's robots and helped him to look for the Egg Carrier! Surge has literally walked to Amy like "yo bestie are we cool?" and Amy... I don't even know what her deal is.

SHE JOKED ABOUT BURNING THE BASE. TO YOUR FACE. YOU KNOW THAT SHE'S MORE THAN CAPABLE OF DOING THAT. YOU EVEN TOOK THE THREAT TO FACE VALUE.

What about Whisper and Belle's choice? They don't want Surge and Kit around, for legitimate reasons. But you steamrolled over their mistrust because you are so eager to play Mr. Principles. Hell he even responded to Belle's "but Dr. Starline made them!" with "and Eggman made Gemerl and Omega", which makes my head bang on the wall so hard you have no idea.

you are the biggest hypocrite on this cursed earth:

I hate you and everything you stand for.

But most importantly... we went through this already. With Duo. Duo infiltrating the base and rousing Silver and Whisper's suspicious. Why should I see this again. What do I gain from this.

My brain is melting.

[jacquestar]

someone said yes to the tf2 post so fuck it we ball with

general merc relationships hcs!!!

(friendship & dating)

i'm trying to make this as gender neutral as possible. also no romance w pyro bcs i hc him as aroace :) s/o means significant other, but in this case, a petname for a gf, bf, etc!

Scout

() scout is the friend ever

() he has got your back!!!

() adhd icon

() maybe with enough convincing, you teach this man how to READ.

() ...& then he falls for you.

() he just sees you one day & is like "wait why are they cute now"

() he just starts joking about wanting to date like "yo what if we kissed lol" as a joke

() & YOU ACTUALLY KISS HIM.

() he's red now

() like

() redder than a cherry & tomato combined

() he makes it real obv that you both are dating, he means well though </3

() "GUESS WHO'S GOT A (s/o) NOW!!! SUCK IT!!"

() will stop if it makes you uncomfy or embarrassed :)

() huge on pda & petnames but they're corny petnames

() only problem is that he is easily jealous.

() "HEY! that's MY (s/o) pally, find ya own!"

() if some knucklehead even thinks of flirting with you, he will give them a very strongly worded speech about his s/o being his

() not to the point of being a yandere though, he will fight a dude for you but he won't (intentionally) kill someone!



Solly

(bear w me i'm not too good w soldier)

() this man. is autistic. i can confirm because i am autistic with adhd

() no convincing will change my mind

() ANYWAYS you are the most active person on the field other than scout

() & brave at that

() when this guy yelled at you, you kept a straight face

() no reaction or tears

() if you hate loud noises, he will be a lil more quiet to you after that :]

() also you became soldiers favorite person in the base bcs of that

() but the exercises are NOT easier but the only exception is that if you aren't really fit or you have a medical condition. he is NOT a monster.

() "MAGGOT!!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER DOES NOT MEAN IT SHALL BE EASIER!!!"

() this man can GRILL

() he has some good grilling skills, but not cooking skills.

() solly slowly falls for you but doesn't even know it.

() & when he DOES realize it's love, he is IMMEDIATE to ask you

() "HEY CUPCAKE! DO YOU WANNA DATE ME?"

() you are VERY flustered

() but you return his feelings ofc & now when someone slightly insults or teases you, he will yell at them.

() "MY (s/o) IS NOT A BASTARD, YOU ARE!!! NOW DROP & GIVE US 20!"

() you are his chill pill. you're the only person who can calm him down

() like scout, he easily gets jealous.

() he thinks you're a blessing to 'murica & he NEVER says that to anyone so he means it <3

() he has a hidden soft side that you activate in him & it is the most adorable thing ever <333333



Pyro

(nonromantic btw)

() you became besties the day you understood him.

() he isn't really a bad guy :)

() he is roommates w engi.

() "ah, ya here to see pyro again? don't stress about it, hun, come on in." :)

() you LOVE drawing together

() he compliments everything you do & hypes you up!! :D

() MANCHILD

() despite being besties, he will NEVER. EVER. show what's under the mask.

() only engineer & medic know, & they will NOT tell you. >:(

() "sorry kid, i can't tell ya what's under the mask."

() "HAH! do you zhink I vould tell YOU?! not in a MILLION YEARS!!"

() you're one of the only people stopping him from "going into pyroland" (committing arson)



Engineer

(tw: amputation mention!! just one but STILL!!!)

() you show a heavy interest in scientific/engineering stuff

() so

() you attract him

() he shows you his gunslinger, short circuit, etc., & you're all impressed

() you then ask if he had no arm at birth so he made the lil hand attachments & he just goes "oh hahah yeah yeah..."

() he had it amputated by the medic turns out. he keeps it a secret between himself & the doctor to this day.

() he has

() the best

() cooking

() ever.

() like fr

() LET. HIM. COOK.

() when he falls for you, he immediately knows

() but he's been heartbroken before

() so, he just stares at you with loving eyes, daydreaming about a future life that may never happen...

() ...until py(b)ro does eventually make him confess because he learned from the doctor that compressing feelings is bad & it is big nono bad >:(

() he couldn't say no to that level of cuteness! so...

() he confesses to you via love song on his guitar

() ain't no way you're saying no to this. if you do, no you didn't you said yes shhhhhh

() every once in a while, he'll let you hold his gunslinger hand :')

() it's cold but also warm?????

() but fyi, he is a busy man

() you have to remind him to sleep or he will accidentally pull an all-nighter

() but his cuddles make up for it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

() SOFTEST TUMMY EVER <33333333333333333

() you help each other with burnout ofc



Demoman

() you stole his last scrumpy

() oh boy was he PISSED at you

() you two both yelled at each other & it almost got physical

() ...

() then you two became best friends.

() like WHAT IN THE HELL?

() so now you both share drinks every night together <3

() which is how he fell for you

() you're tough, strong, & also a lil sassy!!

() he took a lil too many drinks one night &-

() "eruhhhhhh i think i love ye man..." & then proceeds to slur his words furthermore

() you're cuddling him when he wakes up & he almost has a heart attack

() but he doesn't leave your arms

() he snuggles closer to you <3

() this man is tied w engineer for the best cuddles imo they are TEDDY BEARS

() protects you at all costs

() oh btw his eyelander hates him being so lovey-dovey

() but you two will have small talk

() do not touch eyelander

() DO NOT TOUCH EYELANDER

() DO N O T TOUCH EYELANDER

() eyelander will be pissed & trying to attack you while demoman will worried

() not fun. 1/10. do not recommend



Heavy

() you were fluent in russian & english

() so you served to him as a translator for a bit

() he seemed intimidating

() one day you were doing your workout in the base & heavy noticed & was like " little person strong??"

() so you & him are gr8 friends now

() will give you a crumb of the sandvich

() that's it though

() you are always complementing sasha/sascha & apparently heavy can speak gun because heavy is saying that sasha/sascha says thanks :)

() idk if it's sasha or sascha i seen both so bear w me

() he eventually, like everyone else on this list, falls for you

() like engineer, he makes some sort of art with words for you

() unlike engineer though, it's a poem <3333333

() it's specifically in russian so no one but you or him can understand it

() became lovey lovey with him FAST

() he is the equivalent of a bear

() a lil intimidating at first

() but depending on who you are, he loves you <3

() will stop guys flirting w you UNINTENTIONALLY

() "hey sweetch- HOLY SHIT-" *running* () "hm? why..why was little boy running?"

() if he ever forgets a certain word in english, he comes to you :)

() lifts you up A LOT

() he means well by it

() if you tell him to not do that, he ofc will stop for you



Medic

() you didn't take his bullshittery. you were thinking:

() "MAN IF YOU DON'T CUT THAT SHIT OUT-"

() but instead of thinking it, you accidentally said it.

() oops.

() thankfully it was just you & him.

() you knew a thing or two about medical stuff so you two bonded!!!

() you, him & engi helped w experiments that either of you had!

() you also talked about random things

() he is secretly a softie & falls HARD for you

() like with engi, he's afraid to tell you because he's been heartbroken as well,

() but he does want to be alone with you more often than usual,

() so you figure him out & wait

() he does eventually confess, & was very relieved that you felt mutual with him

() yeah you two spend a lot of time together more, but ofc you still hang out w engi!!

() it wld be very rude to just leave him behind like that >:(

() although he will accidentally pull an all-nighter too if you forget to make him come to bed.

() calls you "mein Täubchen" or any other german petname he can think of

() you & his doves are close friends

() OH one time you & him were practically cuddling on his chair while he was working right, & then archimedes flew on down to your head & rested there

() you're sure it was to just get medics attention but medic LOVED it

() you were asleep though :(



Sniper

() loner

() you become friends after making sure he isn't being attacked by a spy

() you give him a warning sign that there lies a spy

() now he lies behind sniper

() "ey, thank ye for earlier"

() "ah no worries, i'm always glad to help!"

() you'll visit his van & chill

() doesn't even realize he's fell

() he just zones out on you a lot more.

() you confess first & he's like "wait that was the feeling?"

() he's never felt this way give him a break </3

() shy, at first

() he does branch out to you more

() takes you out on camping & maybe hunting dates if you're comfy with it :)

() keeps the relationship PRIVATE

() "ey look luv, as much as i love ya, if we share this with anyone, our careers are done for"

() means it in the best way though



Spy

() flirts with each other abound

() started as jokes, ended in actual love

() you eventually ask "hey are we actually dating?"

() he says "maybe, if you want to" to mess w you & flirt

() you SWOONED just by those words

() so you two are ALREADY dating

() you go FAST with him friendship & relationship wise

() by the second date, you two probably 👉👌

() of course, he is taking this relationship TO THE GRAVE.

() if ANY rumor were to get out about "spy has a (s/o)", he will deny it until EVERYONE is convinced.

() he loves you oh so much

() he TRULY means well & will protect you by any means necessary

() after he checks everywhere to be sure nobody is looking, he'll show you what's under the mask & tell you his real name

() the only rule with that is to call him by his name in private

() & ONLY in private

() outside, you two may never be alone

() he'll ramble to you about his life as you sleep on his chest <3



sorry it took a bit, school & life always kick my ass