#and basically the idea was that the true ending and more content could somehow be triggered if you did the right thing

[explanationpoint]

imagine if on the 9th anniversary of mgsv there’s an update. and the actual true second half and ending becomes playable

[astercontrol]

One of the exercises my pattern recognition loves, for some reason, is to take widely accepted ideas in fandom, things that are basically considered obvious from canon, and figure out ways that the truth could actually be something else.

This is an obnoxious thing to do, sometimes.

I get annoyed at my pattern recognition routines for this.

Especially when I don't even have any particular reason to want the new interpretation.

And especially when (like a lot of my sudden weird inspirations) it happens in the middle of the night.

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But it is difficult to fight against.

Because whenever there is "proof" that something isn't true in canon, a creative enough mind will find ways around it.

If the proof is "no character ever mentioned that, and they would have mentioned it if it were true"…. all it takes is a plausible reason for someone to keep something secret, or even just not to bring it up in a particular context.

If the proof is "a character literally SAID that was not true"… likewise, all it takes is a plausible reason for someone to lie.

If the proof is "it involves a character who is dead in canon," we just need a reason why the character is believed to be dead but is actually not. (This is especially feasible in canons where there is a potential in-universe mechanism for someone to be copied, resurrected, etc.)

If the proof is "we saw something happen onscreen that is extremely incompatible with the new interpretation," then there's always the possibility of that onscreen event being some type of illusion (especially in canons with magic or technology that make that very feasible).

And I am especially irritated with my Recognizer… (I think that's what I'm going to call it from now on-- Recognizer, an annoying little Pattern Recognizer that buzzes around my head like a tireless insect, looking for puzzles to solve that absolutely nobody needs solved)…

…for becoming fixated, lately, on the question:

What is it, exactly, that makes TRON 2.0 incompatible with Legacy?

(Thank goodness the Recognizer isn't trying to take the comics into account… yet, at least. If I had to watch it try to reconcile Betrayal and Ghost in the Machine with the other canon and with each other, I'd probably eat my computer.)

Anyway. So far I've got:

The structure of ENCOM. I need to look more closely through all those emails from 2.0… they show the power balance of the company changing in ways that seem to diverge from what we see at the beginning of Legacy. (At least Flynn seems to have disappeared in both? Though the times may not line up.)

However, I imagine a lot could change at ENCOM between 2003 and 2010. And we have to remember that not everything said in every email has to be true. Some might even be spoofed emails, sent by FCon for whatever deceptive reasons they might have. We can theoretically disregard any 2.0 canon that comes from the contents of an email, if we can explain it on those grounds.

Alan's family. In 2.0, Lora is apparently dead from a digitization accident, and she and Alan have a son. Neither of these were mentioned in Legacy (although lack of mention isn't proof in itself). Also I believe Lora appears, alive, in some of the supplemental Legacy material.

Going from what I saw of the game's plot, we could imagine that Lora was somehow recovered, later on, from the data that became Ma3a. (If I recall correctly she was eaten by a Seeker? But that doesn't necessarily mean destroyed?) Anyway, if enough of her ended up being recoverable, she could theoretically have been found and rerezzed back into the User world, sometime between then and the events of Legacy.

And, of course, possibly the biggest obstacle: In 2.0, Alan is aware of the world inside the computer.

He got digitized in there as part of FCon's sabotage attempt. It appears (though it doesn't seem absolutely certain?) that this was the first time he'd been digitized into the computer, or even knew it was possible. But after the events of 2.0 he definitely knows about it.

If Alan knew this could happen, it would be… challenging, at the least, to explain a lot of how he acted in Legacy.

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(And this line of speculation, I think, is really what my Recognizer is focusing on.

See, I don't think it even cares all that much about reconciling 2.0 into the canon. I think it mainly just wants to believe there were some early days when Flynn and Alan and Lora and Roy had fun together exploring the world inside Encom and meeting their programs.

If it were a rational being, it would just make up an AU for this.

But it is not a rational being. It's a deranged pattern recognition subroutine, and its entire obnoxious goal in life is to find or force connections between things, until it can figure out a way everything makes SENSE together.

Sometimes the most nonsensical thing you can possibly do is try to make everything make sense, Recognizer.)

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First issue: If he knew that people could be digitized into computers, why did Alan not find out what had happened to Flynn?

Well… maybe he did know. Or had good reason to suspect. After all, someone's been paying the electric bill at that arcade to keep the computer running all these years.

If so, though-- why had Alan not tried to get Flynn out of there?

Maybe Flynn had specifically requested for him not to, not unless he paged asking for help.

Or: maybe Alan had tried. Maybe he'd even gone in! Maybe he barely made it back out with his life, without even being able to confirm Flynn was in there somewhere. Maybe he looked through the code trying to fix things from the outside, but realized there was no totally safe way to extract Flynn at this point or even identify him for sure.

Or: Maybe he did extract Flynn from there, time after time. Maybe Flynn kept going back in, and getting his stupid ass in trouble again and again. And the more it conflicted with his job, and the more stress it put on Alan… the more Alan decided, I am too damn old for this, this is a job for someone young and crazy and reckless like Sam, but even Sam is gonna have to wait until Flynn actually admits he needs help and actually pages me asking for it, the stubborn idiot.

In any of these scenarios, though, there's the further question: why did Alan not tell Sam more about what he was getting into?

And there, again, we can only speculate:

Maybe Alan reasoned that Sam has had many years to file away his dad's old stories firmly under the heading of "made-up tall tales," and if he told Sam the whole truth, Sam would refuse to believe it and just be angry.

This may or may not be actually true about Sam… but if Alan thought it, he may have refrained from telling him to increase the chance Sam would actually take on the task.

In any case, Alan sending Sam in there is… an ethically questionable decision at best.

Hell, even if Alan didn't know about the world inside the computer, sending Sam in was a questionable decision. He didn't know what would be waiting there at the arcade for whoever answered the page, and for all he knew it could be something dangerous. For all he knew, whoever answered the page could be walking into some hostage situation, with the mafia holding Flynn captive and demanding company secrets or something.

But… I can see his reasoning, even if I side-eye its ethics a bit.

Whatever he knows or doesn't know about the computer system, Alan knows he's not cut out to handle danger nearly as well as Sam is.

And he knows Sam, of all people, would want the closure of doing this, finding out Dad's secrets on his own.

And, if Alan knew something about those secrets already-- that even explains why he kept this solely between himself and Sam, instead of involving anyone else who might be better equipped than either of them to handle ordinary, real-world dangers.

But… all this notwithstanding, there are probably still some hangups for my Recognizer to deal with.

The one it's gotten stuck on now-- perhaps even stuck enough to let me go back to sleep-- is in the Next Day short.

Specifically, the very end, when Alan and Roy are alone together.

Everything up to that, the Recognizer can disregard any statements it doesn't like, because they could have been lies or omissions for the benefit of the public.

But assuming Roy and Alan both have been inside the computer-- as the Recognizer stubbornly wants to believe-- they don't have any reason to lie about it to each other.

So Roy's very last line-- "Why do you think Flynn gave you the cool nickname?" makes no sense, if they've both met their programs and know they were named after them.

But honestly… nothing about that last line makes sense, in any interpretation.

Namely:

Even if they hadn't ever met their programs as living personifications, they know they wrote their programs... and presumably Roy's program was also named Ram outside the system.

Alan (from the earlier interviews in the short) clearly knows he was nicknamed after the program he wrote, so I can't see why Roy wouldn't already know the same.

Ram is an obviously cooler nickname than Tron.

So…. shut up, Recognizer.

Stay stuck.

For now, at least.

[yonemurishiroku]

If you could make literally any ship canon, which would it be? Go crazy. Have it make as little sense as possible. But only one may become canon.

This is actually quite a fun ask because I have so much to express regarding the matter of canon solely on the 'shipping' category.

I know this is not what you want to hear when you sent this ask, but just let me confess a few things.

I, with all due respect, am not fond of canon couples.

What does it mean? It means that most of the time, the canon couples or ships just don't seem that interesting to me compared to other crackships/ rare pairs/ crackcanon ships - basically those non-canon fanships in general. It's a strange thing, I know, that somehow a ship being official or not can affect the level of enthrallment it possesses to me, but this is quite true in my case (ofc there are some exceptions but let's just pass that).

It's not without reason that I rarely engage in the official BL content (once did, now refrain), and that most of the ships I invest in are non-canon. Because the moment a ship becomes official, it loses attraction to me. I'm still figuring it out, which proves to be quite difficult. Though, we'll not delve into it here.

Anw. With that being said, I'll change your question a little. Let's say the question is "What romantic attraction do you want to be canon?" - then the answer would be Percy to Luke.

Yeah point your pitchfork at me all you want but if you're wondering Why? then well, the reasons are simple:

The hints are THERE, okay!? I refuse to admit I'm delusional

It adds more layers of depth to their relationship (which includes their animosity ofc), which again adds more thrill to the story.

(Canon) Bisexual Percy could have been such a nice representation IMO (*muttering* At least better than whatever Rick's trying to convey through Will...)

Rick did Nico -> Percy pretty epic so I think it's within reason that Percy -> Luke could have been somewhat as thrilling. The parallel would have been absolutely astounding.

Percabeth would be ten times funnier. i stand by what I said.

It pisses off the fandom and I like to see the world burn

In case you're gonna ask, the attraction from Luke's side is not necessary. In fact, I think it'd be better if Luke merely considers Percy his mentee/enemy whereas Percy's sporting a crush and hatred at the other's betrayer.

It's more complicated that way.

I have a general idea of what more the story could bring were Percy's (romantic) attraction real but I don't think I can articulate it well enough just yet. Nonetheless, all I've got to say is that: love and hate are two sides of a coin, and feelings are just as messy as Arachne's spider web. If you can somehow weave both sides into a relationship, you'd have a deliciously paradoxical and beautifully complex connection with layers upon layers of emotions to unpack, which leave a heavy impression on the readers, which in turn makes that relationship the most excellent concept ever.

You have seen a similar one in Nico and Percy's history. I don't think Percy and Luke would be too far-fetched.

Another romantic attraction that I think would bring a nice touch to the story is Jason to Nico. It might or might not shine a new light on Jason's character, developing it further. However, the progress would feel insufficient with how Rick cut off Jason's roles too soon, which might end up making it sound queerbait-y, so we'll just leave it there.

Alas, a dream is a dream. And PJO is not a dark seinen manga in which more often than not all morals go to waste. I'll just content myself with my non-canon ships LMAO.

[officialinuyasha]

Canon - Cultural Differences

What is Canon? "a collection or list of sacred books accepted as genuine." Originated from religious texts then it was used in Fiction which became more known especially as a Western concept. "The Politics of Film Canon" by Janet Staiger in 1985 https://www.jstor.org/stable/1225428

Canon in Western VS Japanese Media Mod Esther Esther Xiao Jia Jia: “There is no such thing as canon in Japan, so anything that approved by Rumiko is considered as official. Japanese and other non Anglospheric fans take something with huge similarities as a part of a group, rather than separating it because of differences. Canon is merely a term that created by Anglospheric fans”

Well-known Naruto translator OrganicDinosaur speaks about the subject of "Canon" https://twitter.com/OrganicDinosaur/status/1101961667397763074 They said: "A lot of people ask me about distinguishing what’s considered ‘canon’ or not, but honestly it’s a Western concept. I rarely encounter media disclaimers that say 公式設定 (Official Setting) or 二時創作 (Derivative Work) when it comes to delineating products/anime/manga/novels.

Certainly, I haven’t seen a staff interview where they explicitly use these terms when it comes to Boruto. In general, I tend to notice that JP fans accept all mediums as part of the real timeline. Contradictory events are basically still accepted that it “happened”… Somehow.

I spent two hours today talking to some of my JP friends and they were completely surprised about how much Western fans nitpick individual anime episodes and novels for how ‘canon’ they are. They never realized fans could “reject” particular parts of a franchise. 😂"

What Sunrise thinks is Official https://otakurevolution.com/content/gundam-what-sunrise-thinks-is-official “Watanabe: Regardless of whether it’s part of the formal mythology or something that Sunrise oversaw, the basis of what counts as “official” is whatever is in the footage. “

InuYasha Yashahime Translator Ayuuria speaks on the subject https://ayuuria.tumblr.com/post/640974253932560384/is-it-true-that-yashahime-isnt-canon-because "Rumiko-sensei is actually more involved in the series than we realized. I’m currently translating the Livedoor News Interview and it gives a lot of insight on the writing and creation process of the anime. I should have that done next week. Canon is more of a Western term. I personally consider it canon but to each their own. From what I’ve seen, the JP fandom has been mostly supportive."

I asked Ayuuria what word Hideyuki Tomioka used for "canon" at Anime Boston 2018 for the InuYasha Panel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acn1q9X30qs "He didn't really use a word for canon so to speak. He said Gensaku which means the original/source work (aka the work the anime is based off of)"

What the word “canon” actually means (Japan vs The West) https://fuck-yeah-gruvia.tumblr.com/post/622928679634386944/what-the-word-canon-actually-means-japan-vs-the "There is not a one-to-one translation for “canon” in the Japanese language, as it is a very western concept. However, they do have their own word for it, which is the actual definition of canon. In Japan, the word for canon is 公式 (kōshiki/official). But their perception of what constitutes official is different than that of the west."

The Story in Which Doosh Taught Hiro Mashima the Word, ���Canon" https://koori-mizu.tumblr.com/post/167038684341 dooshiedoosh: "The Japanese Kodansha staff asked what we called it in America, so I flipped over the sign and showed them “Gruvia is canon.” What followed, is Mashima asking the translator what the word “canon” meant. I ended up replying, “official, together, real couple in the story.”"

Masahiro Ito dislikes Westerners always pushing the idea of "Canon" https://twitter.com/adsk4/status/1263288565980475392 "I hate the word "canon" they use frequently. :-] I really really really hate the people who always push his idea on other people." He also explains the four endings of Silent Hill are all "canon" the official endings or else they would not have made them. https://twitter.com/adsk4/status/1653201608556306433

Maromi Ika talks about the drama of Antis VS Proshippers https://twitter.com/maromi_ika/status/1626242873715998723 "I hate to have to tell you this story, but I have decided that I need to explain it in English because some people keep harassing me and my followers It is very long and in English using a translator, so some of the intent may not be understood, but please be sure to read it all First of all, I am Japanese and live in Japan. The idea or concept of Propshipper does not exist in Japan. All that is required to publish a work in Japan is zoning, and in fiction, all depictions are allowed, and It is considered an ugly act to speak ill of someone's work, no matter what their taste is. Some people advise me to block the person you are following because he/she is a proshipper. I do not discriminate against them as long as they are properly zoned. That is the rule in Japan"

Westerners and Easterners see the world differently

Source -

Chinese and American people see the world differently – literally. While Americans focus on the central objects of photographs, Chinese individuals pay more attention to the image as a whole, according to psychologists at the University of Michigan, in Ann Arbor, US.

“There is plenty of anecdotal evidence suggesting that Western and East Asian people have contrasting world-views,” explains Richard Nisbett, who carried out the study. “Americans break things down analytically, focusing on putting objects into categories and working out what rules they should obey,” he says.

By contrast, East Asians have a more holistic philosophy, looking at objects in relation to the whole. “Figuratively, Americans see things in black and white, while East Asians see more shades of grey,” says Nisbett. “We wanted to devise an experiment to see if that translated to a literal difference in what they actually see.”

The researchers tracked the eye-movements of two groups of students while they looked at photographs. One group contained American-born graduates of European descent and the other was comprised of Chinese-born graduate students who came to the US after their undergraduate degrees.

Each picture showed a striking central image placed in a realistic background, such as a tiger in a jungle. They found that the American students spent longer looking at the central object, while the Chinese students’ eyes tended to dart around, taking in the context.

Harmony versus goals

Nisbett and his colleagues believe that this distinctive pattern has developed because of the philosophies of these two cultures. “Harmony is a central idea in East Asian philosophy, and so there is more emphasis on how things relate to the whole,” says Nisbett. “In the West, by contrast, life is about achieving goals.”

Psychologists watching American and Japanese families playing with toys have also noted this difference. “An American mother will say: ‘Look Billy, a truck. It’s shiny and has wheels.’ The focus is on the object,” explains Nisbett. By contrast, Japanese mothers stress context saying things like, “I push the truck to you and you push it to me. When you throw it at the wall, the wall says ‘ouch’.”

Nisbett also cites language development in the cultures. “To Westerners it seems obvious that babies learn nouns more easily. But while this is the case in the West, studies show that Korean and Chinese children pick up verbs – which relate objects to each other – more easily.

“Nisbett’s work is interesting and suggestive,” says John Findlay, a psychologist specialising in human visual attention at Durham University, UK. “It’s always difficult to put an objective measure on cultural differences, but this group have made a step towards that.”

Nisbett hopes that his work will change the way the cultures view each other. “Understanding that there is a real difference in the way people think should form the basis of respect.”

[cornus27florida]

Dogyssey if being part of Gwen's dream

Warning and Disclaimer: This post is totally just prediction or theory or headcannon (??sorry I am myself got confused), or could be saying as 'over-active' imagination - which likely won't be true or it might could be become true in some degree but not all - I am alright with whatever actually for the outcome. My goal is simply to share it to more people, these thoughts hidden away in discord server on fast-pass spoiler which I know people tend to avoid - so I feel as it not really spoiler content, I like to have more people to know it. ALSO I thought to make it fanfiction-styled, but I realized now I am so lost in touches with it as IRL I am speaking too formally to the point it kinda 'clinical' and not beautiful flowy art of literature - so I think it's best to be myself currently, tell exactly what I have in mind except some fixations (like grammars) if needed + CPC Ss to help me covey what I had in mind. Without further ado, here the post is! Dream!Gwen!!

-> Also the idea of Dogyssey could become part of Gwen's dream because Frederick's Dogyssey copy book is in her bed desk - and it's not a surprise for LambCat bringing upon small detail to become bigger later on + Gwendolyn need closures to everything that happened.. and I want to see Furryderick again ;-; XD sahbbddjnds I am not a furry I promise, is just Fred's dream of Dogyssey is wholesome

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Dream!Gwen that carrying the shattered-not-yet healed Humpty Dumpty got desserted in an unknown island. She have similar experience with Jack that deserted in the Braided island [P.S: This could also give setting in Gwen's dream if her mother's diary been read to her - but with the very limited time space in CPC's final season - I somehow didn't think that Aurelia will really read from the very start]

So I think Dogyssey will be read to sleeping Gwen, resulting to Dream!Gwen realizing she got stranded in unknown island that she learnt named 'Ithaca' (I take the real Odyssey version, and as it prediction - it could be turn out different than the Canon which LambCat has in store for us) In the middle of the island, there's a cozy homey-looking hut which dream!Gwen knocked the door off. She found out that inside the hut, there's a lovely couple with dog ears and dog tails that open the door- that really look like herself and Frederick.

Both of the hut owners somehow looks like 'few years older' version of herself and Frederick -> basically Gwen dream is skipped to the epilogue part of Dogyssey, similar to me that sometimes skipping book to epilogue part. We have Gwen in the epilogue part of the Dogyssey, unlike Freddie's dream.

Gwen's “suitors” might turn up in Dogyssey - like Leopold or Beckett -> but as dream!Gwen skipped to the ‘happily-ever-after’ ending part, both of them likely won’t shown especially with Gwen never thought of those two like that romantically - and Beckett is actually for Maria, while Leopold for Jamie.

I think Gwen unaware about both Leopold and Beckett is fancies her - the one that know and aware is Frederick that used to think both of them as his 'love rivals' Also what in my head focused to help Gwen find her own closure in the epilogue part of “Dogyssey - which means all the suitors already left out and Dogyssey already returned to his lover (in Homer version of the Odyssey, is to return to his wife instead - and they're already have a grown son - but this detail changes as it in CPC universe, as the MC literally a dog instead a human) after 'dog' years facing various obstacle in his boat journey Hence understably that the Dogyssey and his angel of Fortune which dream!Gwen meets has slightly older appearance than what Frederick dreams on (which same age as they're currently-16/17) - the story now on future timepiece. Also my own take for Frederick question in this panel below : because the MC, Dogyssey, loves and trusts his lover - the angel of the fortune - so much. He believing that her feelings to him remains unchanged, and she'll waiting for him endlessly - which totally a truth, with IRL The Odyssey have the wife Penelope is believing faithfully that Odyssey still alive while keeping her wits to fend off her suitors.

Dream!Gwen becomes so surprised with the revelations of people that lives in the hut - even blurted out 'Frederick!' in the face of 'furryderick'. The MC become so confused with the exclaim and telling Gwen that his name is Dogyssey, then he introducing his lover the angel of Fortune (is weird that I simply named her.. Angel?) - with obliviousness that Angel and his guest has same appearance [also the obliviousness IMHO totally make sense as episode ‘The Dream part 1” we have totally same appearance as Prez and behaving the same, but not recognizing Gwen at all and introducing as ‘the Mad hatter’] - except one holding shattered Humpty Dumpty while one has furry features such as having dog ears and tail.

Dogyssey letting Gwen to take a seat to sit down inside their humble hut, while he helping Angel to prepare the pleasantries for their guest in the kitchen. The floofy warms interaction between Dogyssey and Angel makes Gwen unawarely began to start sobbing, as those two is what exactly that Gwen dreams on as her 'happily-ever-after' with Frederick (remember in the crystal room that what Gwen wanted the most selfishly is to skip to her happily-ever-after without facing the 'hurts painful feeling' of confronting Frederick honestly about her shattered perspective at their first meeting+first ep of final season as the panel below).

Her sobbings make Dogyssey and Angel alarmed - and hurriedly comes surrounding dream!Gwen and comforting her. Between her hiccups due to crying, dream!Gwen asking the two something along these lines : “How- How are you two - could so be in love with each other? I - I want that too.. Have my happily-ever-after .. b-but.. I am afraid it is not possible to me.. He never loves me.. Nobody loves me..”

Dogyssey and Angel calming her down (with warm tea and handkerchief ~ likely?) then begin telling their love story as the tale of the Dogyssey. Dogyssey could return back to Angel because they are trusting each other so much, in the way that Dogyssey turns the 'monsters' that he meets to become his friends (showing the monsters look like CPC members which kinda surprising Gwen) while Angel holding the Ithaca island from her suitors that want her in marriage - everyday as she awaiting for the return of her lover while believing he still alive and not dead in the journey.

Angel and Dogyssey can't give definite answer to dream!Gwen, but their answer that enforcing Gwen to believe that Frederick will come and he indeed truly loves her is warming her soul - and both of them wishing the best good lucks for dream!Gwen especially about Frederick. It also could be added in this scene, Gwen telling that she just want to skip to her happily-ever-after - but both Angel and Dogyssey exclaimed to Gwen softly that happily-ever-after ending isn't given - it's earned (through the following steps that also could means as hardships, like facing the 'painful feelings') = so Gwen still need to faces her feelings including the one that makes her hurt, but they assured that it Will be okay as vital part of relationship is honest communication. Angel and Dogyssey then softly gone as the Dogyssey book been finished to read, leaving Gwen and the Humpty Dumpty to preparing for her next dream sequence.

The end~ totally not fanfiction styled and more of the mesh mass of the mashed potatoes there ><

-----------------------------------------------------------------Here the summary as image of the original version of Dogyssey, which IRL The Odyssey wrote by Homer

Also final P.S.: Dogyssey definetely different than the IRL the Odyssey - IDK how 'abridged' actually will become but it seems from Frederick's dream - the monsters that Dogyssey confronts is simplified than the Odyssey (like there's no Calpyso) as these following image of SSs making points:

Dogysseys monster count is much shorter than the Odyssey, and I think the 'mermaid' in Leelathea's reading is to potraying Calypso - that trying to get Odyssey's heart.

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

Yandere Cendris

Content warning: kidnapping, imprisonment, persecution

This contains pretty dark stuff, because Cendris is simply evil and infatuation is only going to make him worse.

I hated every second of seeing him on screen, so obviously writing 2600 words of imagines about him spiraling into being even worse is a reasonable conclusion, kek.

Note: since Roman’s and Liora’s routes basically have the same plots used, including MC’s memory wiped, MC breaking the memory spell and coming back, and Cendris’s bigotry, I tried to make this headcanon with both routes’ continuation in mind. However, due to the fact that Cendris is much more villainous, evil and cunning in Roman’s route, that’ll be his characterisation.

Two endings, good and bad.

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In Cendris’s opinion, sending MC back without memories was more merciful and lenient than optimal. And so was the law that did not foresee a necessity of eliminating such liability permanently – but it was better than nothing.

He could finally get some rest, without his thoughts constantly running in circles around that human that snuck in where she didn’t belong.

But not for long. Soon, he found that MC somehow returned to her partner – with all the memory spell in vain, all the procedures tricked, he knew he had to act to prevent any further hostile action from humans. The law failed already once and it was time to take matters in his own hands.

It crossed his mind to find a way to get rid of MC quickly – on the other hand, MC’s comeback was a mystery and an extremely dangerous precedent. He couldn’t just remove the threat while ignoring a much bigger disaster that would surely follow, but something had to be done.

Since he was involved with anti-human extremists already, he used them to kidnap MC from the cafe – but no, he wouldn’t let them have her. It was only so her disappearance would cause as much trouble for the cafe as possible, without the repercussions and scandal that would undoubtedly break out if the human was found dead. He secures a way out and re-kidnaps her from her captors – and fakes her death to them, so she’s off their radars.

This also lets MC believe that he saved her and that he really means well by keeping her under key. After all, there are bigots after her life out there. She’s not stupid enough to buy it entirely, but she’s be incomparably more stubborn and uncooperative if she knew the truth. And Cendris needs her to cooperate at least to some degree.

As he tries to figure out the mystery of her memory coming back and outsmart her to get her to slip the information out, and now that there’s no pressure of time or any external disturbances, he find himself enjoying the conversations. It’s more of interrogation than an actual talk, and doesn’t actually make MC any more keen to share what she knows though, but Cendris believes he’s getting somewhere with his investigation and starts looking forward to it.

When he analyses MC’s expressions and body language, when he analyses her words, he focuses his attention so entirely on the task, that the world seems to disappear around him.

But when he’s getting more at ease, MC is getting more and more suspicious. His true views show no matter how he tries to convince her that he’s not her enemy. She’s wary of him, even when he tries to pretend to show goodwill. He can’t exactly hide what he thinks. Not when a large chunk of his worldview and his motives are down to the fact that he thinks of himself superior to Roman or Liora. Roman was led astray and has fallen from an upstanding member of elite forces to a convicted criminal – maybe that ugly aspect had always been hiding in him. It must have been. And Liora? The woman who seemed to be captivated by the idea of sneaking antisocial, possibly harmful element back to society? Oh no, Cendris has morals – unlike her!

MC – who’s observant on one hand, and doesn’t exactly have anything else to think about – picks up all the cues. Her resistance grows more and more with every passing week, just as Cendris’s attachment grows too.

But she doesn’t exactly have any options for escape, so her main coping strategy becomes just closing herself off. She’s already tired and mentally worn out by all the mind games Cendris tries to play to make her slip – to the point of complete exhaustion. She doesn’t know when he’ll be in the mood to torment her again, whether he will keep her in constant vigilance for the whole day, or will he just get bored after a few questions. She grows distant, barely paying attention to him – she just gives up the thought that feigning cooperation would eventually lead her anywhere closer to freedom. She stops talking to him.

And that change frustrates him to no end, but he doesn’t know why. He takes it out all on her, but as she curls silently, expecting a hit but not trying to fight it, it’s an even more bitter sight.

Like a battered dog, it crosses his mind – and fills him with even more anger. But he doesn’t think of MC like of a pet, no. Pets can be loved and pampered by their owners and he hates the implications of affection towards a mere human. Even if it infuriates him that he’s not getting any of her attention anymore.

An implication of a pet rubs him the wrong way for one more reason, but he would never admit that, not to anyone, not to himself. He wants MC to reach out to him, to see him – during their conversations, he knew she was looking at him, that she was observing him as carefully as he observed her  So he wanted her to look at him as intensely as before and more than before, to be attracted to him like to another person. Even if he himself doesn’t consider her a person.

He can’t get her to react to his words, he can’t get her to look at him again – and it makes him experience feelings he’s never going to acknowledge. As her silent resistance grows, so grows his anger. His benevolent mask drops and every time the longing for her gets almost, almost recognisable, he punishes MC for that, which leaves a bitter aftertaste every time his outbursts meet nothing but passive fear. That’s not the reaction he wants to get, but in general, he does not know what he feels to MC and what he wants from MC, and he’s making it MC’s problem.

MC can’t make heads or tails from his behaviour – he’s become completely unpredictable. Her character is breaking under the conditions, and she’s just trying to obey quietly, avoid provoking him in any way, but it’s not helping – she does never know if her silent compliance will get him to leave or lash out. There seems to be no pattern, and he’s only getting moodier and moodier with time. The uncertainty and stress starts eating MC’s mind, on top of the distress she was already experiencing enough for her to lock herself in her own head.

His mind is getting more and more chaotic and out of control. He can’t be home without thinking of her, but at the same time his work is suffering from his constant lack of focus. He’s frustrated, and the frustration only grows as he can’t process his more and more uncomfortable feelings. He blames MC – and humans. The constant state of anger and blaming everyone around for his misery makes him only more radical and more vicious. The more and more he desires MC, the more and more he loathes everything that led to her staying in the magical world – he cannot accept his own feelings, so he goes to extremes to take it out on everyone whom he considers guilty, and as a part of law enforcement and a respected officer with good reputation, he has virtually unlimited opportunities to sabotage his enemies, as long as he remains stealthy and makes sure that no pattern in his arrests shows. He believes his morals are growing stronger, obviously – the vengeful drive is, in his mind, righteous and noble. He devotes himself to the most extreme movements he was avoiding earlier and brings his anti-human campaign to the full swing – and as he earlier preferred to work from shadows, he wants to make a statement now and needs everyone to watch it. Only this way he can change the whole society to be the way he wants it to be.

His first target is obviously the cafe – Sweet Echantments are not only the reason why MC was there, the cafe is the stain on the world for helping criminals. For him, whoever committed a crime, even a small one, is irredeemably evil and does not deserve any personhood – even his old friend. Allowing criminals back to society is one of the most dangerous ideas, second only to the idea of the existence of humans.

But while the cafe is his first target, it’s not his first victim – it’s the last of his plans, its downfall shall be the cherry on top of his successful plan.

When the time comes, his first arrest could be Liora – the perpetrator and the saboteur of the safety of the magical world – or Roman who was a wolf in sheep’s clothing all the time Cendris believed they were friends. But he doesn’t frame them immediately.

There’s a better one to start with. Emeril.

She is an exceptionally easy target considering her lost brother, even if she technically didn’t commit any crime before. But he’s eager to show that he’s able to send even someone like her to prison. In the meantime, as he prepares to frame her, he starts weaving a net around the regular staff – he needs it to be already in motion when he makes his first move more openly. He knows that if he leaves Liora too much room for defence, she’ll fight like a lioness. But what he needs is her walking right into his trap in attempts to save her staff and her cafe.

His visits become a nightmare for MC as he’s always bringing horrifying news. And he wants MC to watch the world she loved burn to ashes on her eyes.

If things end up badly:

Cendris not only manages to frame the key personnel, his plan to bring down Liora works better than he expected. Sweet Enchantments closing completely disgraced, even after Liora used all the means she had to save it is seen as an excellent display of competence. There is a lot of meticulously prepared “evidence” to support the arrests and trials, and the success gives him a reputation of a hero who isn’t afraid to investigate, even if the subject is highly connected to influencial people and even against the misguided public opinion.

Liora’s downfall means also that all her morals become disgraced – if an anti-magical conspiracy was made out of drive to make the magical world more hospitable and less hostile to the disadvantaged, anyone wishing the same is risking being subjected to the outrage of moral panics and accusations of treason.

Cendris becomes a star overnight.

But doesn’t let this sudden fame just happen and pass though – he uses it. A mix of framing his opponents, with his new position of a moral authority is a way to powerful combo for a small opposition to fight. He starts actively engaging in magical politics.

The regulations he pushes are not just strictly targeting humans, but also focus on the enforcement– to the point of inadequacy of the persecution. The existence rare half-human magicians is criminalised soon too – so Silvain is forced to run and hide due to his half-human blood and is never seen again. But at least there’s hope he survived – many of those living in secret didn’t, especially when the secret town of Zaville finally fell into hands of the government.

This all is what he gloats about when he’s tormenting MC again. In his vengeance he makes sure she knows what happens to people who were taking care of her – or even just were nice to her briefly. He wants her to know the disasters she brought upon them, and the tragedies her sole existence caused.

If he can’t have her, he’ll destroy her.

When she cries and breaks down, it’s because of him – and the fact that his actions are affecting her that deeply that she mentally breaks to pieces, is the closest he can get to have her think of him, forever.

The disappointment and yearning dulls over time as he grows to savour her pain, until she’s nothing but an empty shell.

But an empty shell can’t think of anything. And this way nothing can distract her from him.

If things end up favourably to MC:

Cendris’s bigotry starts to put off some, and some find his scheme to be too sketchy. As his more and more extreme and violent actions started being frowned upon and it’s more and more clear that he doesn’t care about law in his hatred anymore – this gives Liora a chance to strike back, with Zola’s help.

While there’s not many to stop him, he’s being watched from all sides, either by those concerned by his obnoxious extremism, or those who try to profit from his failure, and he eventually makes a mistake that leads to his ultimate downfall.

His final operation is really karma striking back at him – he commits a good deed by tracking down human traffickers and leading Bejana to them, trying to link Sweet Enchantments to them. He would have been deemed a hero for “saving helpless humans”, but Elyscia has already collected enough evidence on him to tear the red carpet from under his feet. And yes, she got the information from the corrupt magician oligarchs that didn’t like him sniffing around their illegal businesses.

With his reputation in shambles and his frauds coming to light one after another, Zola manages to win Liora’s case and soon all of the Sweet Enchantments staff gets a chance to have another trial – when it comes to the dates of the trials, media have already made them into helpless victims of Cendris’s villainy. There’s no other way but to declare them innocent.

The last – but the most condemning – evidence is MC.

Cendris could easily slip away from the growing list of offences admitted to his name, but the sole thought of MC getting back to her partner makes him see red. In spite of Bejana sniffing around his house he attempts to sneak MC away, but his arrogance leads to his downfall. The missing human is found locked up in the oh so reputable Mr. Swiftbane’s home, Bejana catching him red-handed.

MC is finally freed.

She returns to her partner, their reunion moving the hearts of many magicians struck with the tragic love story with a happy ending. The ending isn’t as happy in reality – MC might be (relatively) free but is just a shadow of her old self and the medial buzz doesn’t help her recover, so she’s given protection – first as an important witness, then is given a choice – to let them wipe her memory and return to her world without the trauma or stay as and apply for citizenship with her partner. The choice is hers and she weighs her options carefully – even if her previous self would just immediately reject the memory wipe, now she’s giving it a serious thought.

Cendris’s trial and conviction makes many seek for more fair approach to humans, challenging outdated and unfavourable. While it doesn’t happen overnight, and the outrage at Cendris’s deeds doesn’t bring a breakthrough after it calms down, the magical world does get a push to become more open and more supportive to both its citizens as well as those who want to become citizens.

From behind the bars, Cendris can only watch the world change the opposite way he desired, and clench his fists reading toothrottingly sweet articles about MC’s seemingly happy life with her partner, first upon her return, then about her as a naturalised wife of a magician.

But no matter how much he’d rage about it, he can’t hurt her anymore.

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For English Friends:

This is how I ended my student life

After five years, I took a step outside of my comfort zone again and went to the United Kingdom for almost four months. This step was definitely more challenging for me than when I decided to go to Romania. After all, my whole life had completely changed, and I already had some commitments. If I had stayed in Bratislava, I would have had a peaceful last year. I could continue working full-time, go to school once a week for an hour and a half, and work on my thesis. Well, just a relaxed life :D So why not make it more complicated?

When I was deciding which study program I will choose at the engineering level, I chose one that would allow me to earn a double degree. Since I knew from my friend what it entailed and what a great opportunity it was, I decided to study international finance.

WHY DID I CHOOSE THAT? AND WHAT ABOUT THE SCHOOL?

The main reason I went to the UK was the school, so let me start with that. Studying here is a completely different experience compared to Slovakia. In my opinion, it's not about how the school looks or how modern their facilities are, but about the teachers and the quality of education itself. If we keep blaming insufficient funding in Slovakia for the lack of quality, it's not just about that, at least not only about that. If the existing accreditations were changed in terms of approach, not just content, students would remember more, and we would be more competitive internationally. It's all about small things like publishing presentations, where the entire lecture is recorded and made available to students on the university platform, along with all the study materials and books. No searching for textbooks, buying them, and forced attendance in uninteresting lectures, mostly when some teachers fight agaings students who didn't attend. Another significant difference is the way workshops are conducted. The basics from the lecture are explained, supplemented with questions, and then followed by case studies, examples, etc. These examples are also part of the exams, with no separation between workshops and lectures. For example, we learned about risk by finding the annual report of a company and identifying the relevant risks and categorizing them. I think I learned much more from those classes than throughout my entire studies in Slovakia, which is very sad. However, I don't believe that the teachers in the UK are more knowledgeable or that the students in the UK are better. In fact, I believe the opposite is true. But students from the UK are much more prepared for the professional world. Employers constantly complain that graduates who come to them don't know the basics. In my field of finance and banking, that means having a basic understanding of financial statements or risks. These are the things we theoretically learn and probably in greater depth, but the result is that we don't remember anything because we just cram for exams, and in practice, we don't know anything. Just for comparison, students in the UK are not necessarily hardworking. I didn't understand why Nottingham was so eager to have students from my Slovak university (EUBA), but when we experienced it, I understood. It's for a simple reason: we are active in class and attend regularly. Many times, our results are better than those of the "domestic" students. This is just a brief overview of what I think about studying, but I could elaborate much more. I believe that things will change a bit and that a new era has begun with the new accreditation here as well. I have been involved in many processes as a student representative, and I know how challenging it is to change something in a system where many people don't want to change anything. However, it must somehow happen slowly, and I believe that we won't have to constantly chase after someone even though this idea is currently very naive.

ENGLAND IS NOT A COUNTRY FOR ME

I have mentioned many times on my Instagram that England is definitely not a country for me. It is mainly their culture that, in my opinion, is quite absent. They are bothered by their disorder, and they do absolutely nothing for the environment. I think my friends from various organizations that focus on climate change would definitely not be satisfied with how things are in Britain, and I believe that with the new king, they will pay more attention to this issue. However, it's not just about that; there are very low-quality food products here, especially an excessive amount of processed foods. It's true that I missed our Slovak cuisine a lot, but overall, the food here is a complete disaster. In school, we basically had the same thing every week, and it was quite unhealthy stuff like fish and chips or burgers and the like. So if we say that the food in Slovak schools is poor, it's even worse here. We definitely can't consider Britain as an example. Another thing is that the United Kingdom left the EU, and for me, it would be financially demanding to stay here due to work visas. Unfortunately, in the UK, I didn't find any Brits with whom I could openly discuss Brexit and how they perceived it. For me, it is truly incomprehensible that they left. Even now, you can still see some constructions funded by the EU, and it doesn't seem like the Brits achieved what they wanted with Brexit. It's interesting to observe, as I am a European, and I realize all the advantages that the EU brings. It's a big adjustment to travel with a passport and not just an ID card, and it's also important to realize that you can't simply stay in Britain anymore because you would need visas (if you travel for more than 6 months). We need to be even more aware that Slovakia must stay in the EU if it wants to prosper and maintain a good reputation, etc. I can't imagine us leaving the institutions we so eagerly wanted to be part of. I don't understand how people can believe in hoaxes and support Russia when it is our biggest threat if they win the war against Ukraine. We are closest to them, which also means we are the next target after Ukraine. I don't understand it, and I'm afraid. I don't want to leave, but if the elections turn out badly, Slovakia probably won't be a country for me anymore.

ROMANIA 2.0

Now something personal. My boyfriend hates it when I constantly talk about Romania and how it changed my life. So now let's switch it to before England and after England :D Just kidding, in my opinion, it didn't change me that much, but rather made me realize a lot of things, and sometimes I came up with more questions than answers, but that's also a journey. I already had an idea of my future, but I realized that what I really want is something different. At the very least, I realized that I need to return to my hobbies, especially dancing. For me, going to a party doesn't mean getting drunk, but mainly dancing, as I am still a dancer at heart. I missed that a lot in Bratislava, and I definitely want to start dancing again, just for recreation and for myself. I missed Bratislava as a city a lot because I was only commuting there a few times a week, and my desire to move directly to Bratislava increased significantly. I realized that it's difficult for me to let new people into my life. I've learned from many friendships and I've learned to invest time in people who want to be friends with me. Also, as I have grown up a bit and I am in a different stage of life, I can't honestly have conversations with people who constantly talk about who did what with whom. At first, I was sad about it because I couldn't find new friends since my classmates in the course didn't really talk to us, and most of them were from India or Africa. We only met one British person at school, and he didn't really talk to us either. It was very challenging since I wasn't hitting on any boys at parties. Similarly, I didn't find people to spend more time with in the accommodation, but unfortunately, that changed only in the last week when we got to know the French group. We were sorry we hadn't met them earlier, but we had great parties together and also one trip. I believe we will stay in touch with them because we shared these feelings of new friendships. It's strange in any case because we talked about various topics in Romania, many of them challenging, and we were much younger than the people I met here. Maybe I'm changing and I can't listen to childish talk anymore, or maybe I'm just old :D

AND FINALLY...

On the other hand, this whole experience has given me a lot, and I'm grateful for it. I think these periods when I decide to step out of my comfort zone always enrich me and give me new motivation in life. It was great to say goodbye to one big part of my life this way, to experience the best parties, and enjoy the true student life. We managed to go on a lot of trips, and if I didn't have my great classmate and now also a great friend Simona with me, I definitely wouldn't have been able to do it. Although I didn't make many new friendships, I definitely found one. And my illness after a week in the UK was probably the worst thing that could have happened to me. I was locked up in a small room for over two weeks, and basically, all I did was think and constantly felt like crying. It was really terrible, and no one could help me. The worst realization was that although we have a university doctor, you can only report to them online, and they will call you in for an appoinment when you're practically dying, and at most they'll send you to the pharmacy. Of course, they didn't advise me on anything there, and you won't find any calcium syrup anywhere in the UK, so I was without a voice for quite a while too. Don't worry, even Slovak healthcare is not as terrible as it seems :D The beginning was really challenging for me, especially because I had never been far from my family and especially my boyfrined for such a long time. My mental state wasn't always the best. Despite that, it strengthened me in some ways, and I also see that my relationship with my boyfriend has definitely grown stronger. Before I left, many people didn't understand this decision, but I hardly had any doubts about it. Having an MSc degree is not as important as what I have experienced and realized during these weeks. I can't predict completely what will happen in my life now and whether I will truly achieve what I planned in the UK, but I believe I'm on the right path and that I have great people around me, for whom I'm even more grateful after being away. Many people thought of me and reached out, and I truly appreciate it.

If you've made it this far, I'm grateful to you for following me and being interested in my evaluation. If you would like to have a similar experience and have any questions, feel free to reach out to me, and I will answer everything. For now, this is me, and maybe next time it will be about something else ;)

Saška (Alexandra)

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Journal #18 - Disconnecting (Discomfort Challenge Journal)

For years, the tech world worked at bringing fantasy to our reality. They had a vision of connecting the world without us necessarily needing to physically be present in the same room. Nowadays, you can easily call your parents who are on vacation halfway around the globe, chat with your friend who lives in Canada, and run a fully functional business from your bedroom. Just 10-20 years ago this was the stuff of legend. So much value was created from this idea that the people at the forefront of this evolution sit upon multi-billion dollar tech brands that dominate the market. To this day, technology is still advancing at a rapid speed.

I was born right at the beginning of the tech boom. This basically means that I grew up surrounded with technology that quickly evolved the older I got. Let’s just say that my attachment to technology was pretty strong from the moment I was old enough to understand it, and it led to me sitting here in the present day, killing my brain cells and attention span scrolling through websites when I could be building my barge model. At this point in time, most of us have a majority of our interactions daily with and through technology. 

The issue with the seemingly unlimited connection to people and content is obvious: We spend far too much time distracted by and invested in it. It’s understandable, companies and creators alike have optimized their content to be attention grabbing as that’s how they are rewarded for the stuff they make, but it sadly causes us to fall into the trap of wasted time and easy entertainment far too effectively. 

I could be watching a welding tutorial in an effort to troubleshoot a problem I have with my practical welding skills, but quickly find that two hours have passed and I am somehow watching a video about how someone drank expired coconut water and ended up in the hospital (true story). While I admittedly find the psychological factors of the internet wildly fascinating, the issue itself is frustrating to many.

These issues are exactly why Leon set a two hour time limit on daily social media usage. Realistically, this would be a hard challenge on its own. While I have barely touched social media in this challenge aside from the occasional guided meditation, YouTube tutorial, the DRVN30 group, and posting my blogs to Tumblr (which net way under the 2 hour social media limit across all my devices) I still manage to net an average of 5 hours of screen time just writing these blogs and managing a business! 

To me, that’s nuts. It’s not the level of disconnect I wanted to experience honestly. I haven’t spent a single day since last year not using any internet-connected device at least once, which led me to this discomfort challenge: Spend a whole day without using any technology. The only thing I was allowed was a watch I can set alarms and timers on. Of course this presents unique problems, but it would free up a theoretical 5 hours of my 16 I have in my day. I’ll admit, it was hard. I got bored a LOT regardless of the fact I had plenty of things available to do. However, the rewards I got were well worth it.

Here’s a list of the rewards and benefits I found from total disconnect as well as limiting my social media time for the DRVN30 challenge:

More focus on hobbies and necessary tasks

More awareness regarding where I spend my time, especially on the internet

“Dopamine reset” - I now get little reward from scrolling through social media or watching YouTube videos. My attention is only held for a small period of time before I get bored of that and return to another task. I get more enjoyment out of hobbies, interests, and projects now and don’t feel the need to listen to music or a podcast to relax into it as much.

Less distraction and rabbit-hole browsing

More energy, motivation, and productivity

Less negative mood/mindset effects.

Less migraines (sometimes triggered by screens in the first half of my day, RIP)

Considering how much reward I personally got from these two challenges, I might in the future set intentional “disconnect” days where I spend my day off of technology and focus my energy on projects outside the tech realm. I may even try a longer lasting disconnect period.

If you’re finding the amount of time you spend on social media, the internet, or just technology in general are negatively affecting your life, consider setting the boundaries and constraints that work best for you. You may also want to try your own day of total disconnection – or several days, if that tows your barges – to really challenge your comfort zone. Be aware of any significant changes when doing so, it helps to understand yourself, your habits, and your needs on a deeper level. 

Lastly, if you’re the type of person who is very distressed by your social media, internet, or technology usage but find it even more distressing to disconnect and face reality, you may want to unpack why you feel that way. Being reliant in that manner often signals a deeper emotional or psychological factor you may need to address.

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Nighttime headcanon

Hey, this has been in my head for a few days and idk if this is in character but it needed to get out of my system so enjoy

Prompt/Idea: the character comes home late at night seeing you asleep in bed. this is just me imagining why they would be so late and how they would feel joining you so late in bed.

Genre: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Content Warnings: None

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli, Yoimiya

Format: Bullet points / HC

Albedo:

He has been so occupied with his research that he completely forgot the time. It wasn’t until he accidentally knocked a book off the table he was pulled out of his work trance. Looking at the clock he just let out a sigh. It was already so late now and he started to feel the tiredness in his body.

So he decided to stop it for today, after all his work isn’t up to his own quality standards when he’s too tired.

When he made it back home he saw the entire flat being filled in darkness, you must have went to bed already he thought.

He was right, when he stepped into your shared bedroom he saw you laying in bed, snuggled up in the blanket, a quiet snore coming from you.

At the look of you laying in bed, looking so peaceful - albedo couldn’t help himself and smile at the view.

He was very careful to make no noise when he was preparing himself for bed, changing his usually attire for a soft pyjama you gifted him some time ago.

Albedo never cared for when, where and how much he slept (or if he slept at all). Not until you stepped into his life and basically forced him to take sleep more seriously. A part of this was that he shouldn’t always fall asleep in whatever he was wearing that day. And with that it started that Albedos dresser got various new additions for sleeping attire.

He wouldn’t care about the clothes if it weren’t for the fact that all of them were gifts from you. Although he had to admit sleeping in clothes specifically for that purpose was better than what he used to do.

As he laid down besides you, you started to shift. At first Albedo was worried he woke you, however you just rolled around to now face the alchemist, still in a deep slumber.

He looked at your sleeping face, still being smitten by your quiet snores. He knew you were a bit insecure about your snoring, but albedo had assured you even if you were louder than Klees bombs, it would not disturb his sleep.

And that was true, it was never a distraction. However being able to watch you sleep was something that could distract Albedo easily from falling asleep himself.

Nonetheless Albedo couldn’t stop his heavy eyelids to fall down and just like that he joined you in your dreams.

Diluc:

when will Diluc finally go to bed before dawn?

probably never, if he's not helping Charles at the tavern for the night he runs around protecting Mondstadt from various threats that emerge at night.

So when Diluc finally made his way into the shared bedroom after a night with either Kaeya (he somehow never misses a night when Diluc is tending the bar) or criminals, fatui or hilichurls (sometimes even all of it), he is in desperate need of sleep and seeing you

He sees you in bed, being covered up by his and your own blanket - the view makes him sigh, you always tell him how cold the bed feels at night without him

Diluc can't help but feel the guilt tugging at his heart seeing you like this, you always ask him to go to bed with you or at least to come to bed earlier than usual... he never really listens and he's sorry about it

especially knowing that you freeze without him isn't a thought he enjoys

He quickly changes from his clothes into something more comfortable for the night and joins you in bed

Diluc has to be very careful not to wake you up when he takes the blanket from you

when you start to shift he stops moving, fearing that he woke you up

you don't wake up, but feeling the warm that radiates from Diluc in your sleep you shift closer to him, taking him in your arms

Diluc.exe has stopped working

he will never get used to how you always end up snuggling up to him in your sleep

not that he is against it, the opposite he loves it... however he fears that the beating of his heart will wake you

after getting used to you, the tiredness of Dilucs body catches up to him and he slowly starts to drift away to sleep too

the last thing Diluc has on his mind while falling asleep how he wishes that he could stay like this with you for forever

Zhongli:

He spend most of the day at the funeral parlor, it was planned for him to arrive home at the usual time - but oh well, he ran into the traveller who needed help with something and before Zhongli even noticed it it was the middle of the night and he was not beside you in bed yet

when he made his way back home to you he was surprised to find you in your pyjama asleep on the couch in the living room with a book in your hand

you both had a nighttime routine and it must have worried you a lot when he didnt arrive home when you expected it from him

how inconsiderate of him, he will have to make it up to you the next day

but first he needs to get you into bed, Zhongli can't possibly let you sleep on the couch

when he layed you down onto the shared bed and went to change his clothes he heard you call out to him in a sleepy voice

"zhongli?" he comes over to you, taking the blanket and covering you with it. "hush love, I'm home. I am sorry for worrying you" he says with a soft whisper

"mmmh, glad your home" and with that slurred reply you fell back into sleep

shortly after this Zhongli joins you in bed, taking you in his arms and closing his eyes

as the former geo-archon he doesn't need to sleep, but he learned that it can be quite enjoyable - especially with you at his side

Yoimiya:

Ah, Yoimiya totally forgot the time when she was working on the new fireworks for the summer festival

when she comes home to find you fast asleep in bed she feels a bit sad, so much happened today and she really was looking forward to tell you all about it - you both usually tell each other everything that happened the day before you go to bed, so Yoimiya is dissapointed that because she didn't keep track of time that she missed that routine of the both of you

however ... Yoimiya grew up with a deaf father, so although she tries to be as quite as possible while getting ready for bed she really isn't quite, causing you to wake up the moment she joins you in bed

"Yoimiya?", you ask, voice still filled with sleep

"Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry I woke you up"

Oh well, you're awake now and asking why she came so late and how her day was... you didn't get all of it, sleep still pulling you back from time to time, but the sound of Yoimiyas voice telling you about her day and all the new fireworks, it really makes you feel happy

Yoimiya notices how you switch from being half-awake to asleep until you finally fall asleep for good. With a smile she cuddles you, happy that she was able to share her day - though tomorrow at breakfast you will have to tell her everything about your own day

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Stray kids reaction to y/k having tattoo sleeves? 🙏🏻 I’ve seen reactions where they specified a couple tattoos but I wanna know what their reaction would be with someone that has sleeves. Or wants to get more tattoos (; also could some of the settings be like on a date? Like during the stage where they’re getting to know y/k?) thnx 💓

Reaction to boyfriend who has a tattoo sleeve

A/N: So I only did three members (picked at random) to avoid this getting repetitive, I think I strayed a little off topic, not sure, but please let me know what you think of it anonie, I loved writing it, and I am so sorry it has taken me so long to write it, all the love and in hopes of having more time to write now that college application and decision time is coming to a wrap 💖

Seo Changbin (Implied NSFW Content)

y/n and Changbin meet on the coldest day of winter, it’s literally freezing and the entire city is basically iced over.

y/n is the new producer at JYP and it just so happens that Changbin is asked to work with y/n on a project.

At first Changbin is really skeptical, y/n is this quiet, kind of scary looking person and he communicates through glaring and frowning instead of words.

Then Changbin starts to slowly get to know him and things change, he finds out that y/n isn’t rude or scary and they get pretty close throughout the time they are working on the project.

When they are no longer work colleagues and the project is complete, Changbin works up the courage to ask y/n out on a date.

They don’t officially date or anything for a while, they go out together on a couple dates and hang out, they spend lots of time together and it is very obvious they are both basically in love with each other.

y/n doesn’t try to hide his tattoos or anything, Changbin’s seen a few of them, the one on the side of his neck and the ones on his wrists and knuckles but he’s never seen the whole thing.

Then one day they’re sitting in Changbin’s studio and somehow y/n spills an entire thing of iced coffee on himself and he’s only wearing a long sleeved shirt.

Changbin has a spare shirt from dance practice so he goes to grab it and in the meantime y/n pulls his dirty shirt off.

Changbin finds the shirt in a drawer and turns around to give it to y/n and he just freezes.

y/n doesn’t even notice him staring, he takes the shirt offered to him and slips it on going back to whatever he was doing before while poor Changbin stares on in shocked silence. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You have so many tattoos.” Changbin mutters quietly.

y/n smiles slightly, “You don’t like them?”Changbin shakes his head quickly, he loves them, if he had wanted to kiss y/n before now he wants to jump the other man’s bones, he thinks they are hot and such a turn on.

y/n seems to understand as much and he goes out of his way after that to put them on display even though it’s still freezing outside.

Changbin isn’t complaining (at first), after a while he just finds himself staring at y/n’s tattoos, they aren’t even officially dating so he can’t just grab y/n’s arms and trace over the tattoos or ask the older to do anything to him.The whole thing leads to a lot of frustration on Changbin’s end and a lot of amusement on y/n’s.

“You know you can look at my tattoos if you want, you don’t need to look away every time I look in your general direction.”Changbin’s cheeks flare read but he hesitantly moves to sit closer to y/n and runs the tips of his fingers across one of the many tattoos.

“They’re so hot.” Changbin slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, y/n on the other hand finds this hilarious.

“Are they?” He is so close to Changbins face and his arm has moved to wrap around Changbin’s waist.Changbin remembers every thought he’s ever had about y/n’s hands and the tattoos and what he wants the older to do to him and he can see all the tattoos so close that it makes everything so much worse.

y/n’s smirk is enough to convince him to move towards the older and pull the other’s arm around his waist, he has no idea where the confidence comes from but at this point he has nothing to lose and he’s been fantasizing for way too long anyways.

Things end up so much better than he had every dreamed of and he has to concede that tattoos are the hottest thing ever, especially when they’re y/n’s and they stand out on white knuckles that hold Changbin’s hips down.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves tattoos, he thinks they're cool and the moment JYP lets him get a tattoo (I am not sure if he already has a tattoo tbh) he is getting a tattoo because tattoos are just so cool.

So why doesn't Hyunjin know that his boyfriend (of like 4 months) has enough tattoos to cover 90% of the skin on his right arm? Simple, answer.

y/n is an idol, he isn't aloud to show his tattoos on national television, and since a lot of his initial interactions with

Hyunjin had been backstage at music shows...

music shows = no tattoos being shown.

So let's go back to the beginning to get a clear picture

Hyunjin and y/n first meet at a music show backstage, Hyunjin has heard of y/n but he hasn't really seen pictures of the other that often and now he is face to face with probably the most attractive person he has met in a long time.

y/n is leaning against a wall in the hallway outside the bathroom in a beautifully tailored suit and Hyunjin, who is walking out of the bathroom, is completely enamored by this man that he might know the name of but can't be sure.

person walks past Hyunjin and y/n shoves his phone into his pocket talking happily to said person before they disappear down the hallway.

Detective Hyunjin mode = activated.

His detective work involves a quick google search to identify what group y/n is in and confirm his name, turns out he was right about the name and so he spends the next 2 hours of waiting before he has to preform just scrolling through pictures and tweets about y/n.

He resolves that day that he needs to talk to the other no matter what it takes, he just needs y/n's number.

His first plan is to recruit Jisung and Jeongin's help because they tend to find talking to new people easier and maybe he won't be as awkward if he talks to y/n with other people present.

This plan falls through very quickly because instead of helping all Jeongin and Jisung do is laugh at him.

He turns to his second (and last) plan.

Lee Minho is 2 months older than y/n, so maybe by some stroke of luck Minho knows y/n, or someone in his group, and Hyunjin can maybe convince Minho to help him start a conversation with the other.

Hyunjin is in luck, not only is Minho more empathetic about his hardships than Jisung and Jeongin but he just so happens to know y/n well enough to be able to walk up to him and strike up conversation.

Hyunjin follows Minho with gradually decreasing confidence. Sure he is going to get the chance to talk to y/n, which is what he wanted, but what the hell is he going to say?

Should he just ask for the others number?

Just introduce himself and maybe y/n will ask for his number? Maybe he can just turn around now and run away before this gets particularly embarrassing for him?

Maybe the floor underneath him will open up and swallow him whole because good lord y/n just smiled in his general direction and why are there so many people in this area at this specific time?

Turns out y/n wasn't smiling specifically at him, he was smiling more at Minho.

"This is Hyunjin, he wanted to tag along."

"Hey, I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." Maybe his smile will kill Hyunjin before he remembers how to talk.

"uhh-hh, yes I know, I- uh, Hyunjin." God why was that so awkward someone save him, where did Minho walk off to? who is that? why did he take Minho away from him?

"Are you okay?"

"yeah, yeah, I am good." god he needed salvation right now.Basically, Hyunjin is awkward and nervous and he feels like the first meeting is a complete disaster and y/n will never talk to him again.

Somehow though y/n decided he isn't pitiful enough to ignore and walk away from, it takes a bit of prodding and joking on y/n's part for Hyunjin to relax a little and they hold a decent conversation. When Minho informs Hyunjin they have to head back y/n is typing his number into Hyunjin's phone and urging him to send a text whenever.

y/n and Hyunjin talk often after that, they meet again just a little over a week later backstage at a music show again and decided that they should take the risk and start dating.

They're moving a little quickly true, but, they can learn more about each other as time goes on.

Neither one of them is necessarily free at any one point in time, they see each other at a few events but their dating is limited to talking over the phone and basically texting all the time.

And then the day comes.

Hyunjin has the day off and y/n has wrapped up a photo shoot, the timing is perfect, the managers are okay with it and Hyunjin is buzzing with excitement because it's been almost 4 months and he is going to go to his boyfriend now.

They decide to meet at y/n's empty dorm just to be in each others presence.

So Hyunjin is standing outside the dorm door waiting for y/n to let him in and he is just shaking with happiness.

So when y/n opens the door with his hair a little messy and no make up on, Hyunjin's first instinct is to launch himself at the other and hug him as tightly as he can.

They might not have been able to see each other these last four months but that doesn't mean Hyunjin hasn't learned enough about the other to love him.

y/n only laughs and pulls him into the dorm hugging back with a soft smile on his face.

Hyunjin is so busy hugging y/n that he doesn't see the tattoos covering y/n's right arm.

He doesn't see them in fact until after he's been ushered into y/n's room and is about to head towards the cat laying under the window.

He turns around to ask y/n about the cat's name and then freezes because holy mother of all beings is that a tattoo sleeve?

"Yeah, is it a problem?"

"A problem? god no!" Hyunjin moves closer to war his fingers around y/n's arm and raise it so he can inspect the intricate designs.

"They look so cool, this just makes me want a tattoo even more." y/n laughs, "I can take you to get one." Hyunjin looks up with starry eyes.

"Management would kill, but I don't really care anymore."

"Maybe you should get it okayed before you do anything?"

"If they try to kill me you'll come riding in on a motorbike and wearing a leather jacket and save me." Hyunjin replies with a serious face.

y/n laughs, "That is just a stereotype, my mom would kill me if I got on a motorbike."So what did Hyunjin learn today?

He definitely wants a tattoo and wouldn't mind getting yelled at by management for getting one behind their back. He wants y/n to go with him because this man is an expert and if anyone (y/n included) disagrees then Hyunjin will be inclined to fight them.

y/n is 100% a mama's boy and Hyunjin is living for it (Another one of his life sources at this point in time is y/n's tattooed arm wrapped around his waist but he doesn't want to discuss those emotions just yet).

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

So y/n’s a barista at a cafe and that is how Jeongin meets him first, it is late summer, the uniform for the cafe workers is a button down white shirt so even though it is 35 degrees (Celsius) out Jeongin never sees y/n in anything but his work uniform which is a long sleeve button down white shirt.

After 2 months of (not really) subtle crushing Jeongin asks y/n for his phone number, they chat for a few days and then go on their first date in early October.

The date is a sweet, cliche outing, Jeongin is a blushing mess 90% of the time and y/n treats him with so much care. Dates aren’t that frequent after the first one but just before winter Jeongin and y/n make it official.

At this point it is so cold that there is never a moment for Jeongin to see y/n without a coat, hoodie or long sleeved shirt, so he lives a life of blissful ignorance for almost a month.

And then one day he is sitting at the counter in the cafe, y/n is just finishing his shift and Jeongin is waiting for him.

The manager walks by and tells y/n to clean up before he hands over to the next person and so y/n moves to the sink and rolls up his sleeves.

Jeongin isn’t really paying attention, he’s a little focused on his phone, but then he looks up.

😯 = Yang Jeongin when he saw y/n’s tattoos.

“Your face literally just derailed.”

“I didn’t know you had tattoos.”

“Well you didn’t really ever get a chance to see them.” Silence.

“I am sorry I probably should have told you before this.”Jeongin doesn’t respond to that, he doesn’t know how to, so he sits in silence contemplating the situation, while y/n finishes up. When they walk out of the cafe it is in strained silence, Jeongin doesn’t like it at all.

“Can I see them?”

“Sure, let’s go sit somewhere.”They end up on a park bench, y/n with his sleeves rolled up and Jeongin carefully tracing the ink covering y/n’s arm his eyes widened in awe.

“What’s the meaning behind thisone?”

“Nothing really, I got it because I thought it looked nice.”Jeongin laughs lightly and goes back to studying the tattoos on y/n’s arm, now that he is over the initial shock of discovering the tattoos he is enraptured by them.

He’ll probably stare at them whenever y/n wears something short sleeved, or rolls up his sleeves.

He genuinely thinks they are really cool and thinks his boyfriend is like a million times cooler with them.

[jikookiekosmos]

When I Dream of You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Jungkook always imagined being with you was like a dream come true, and after years of pining he can finally say it’s all he could have ever hoped for and more. But what happens now when Jungkook’s dreams about you no longer have a happy ending?

➥Genre: established relationship, (somewhat?) heavy angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~6.2k (little much for a drabble i know, sorry)

➥Content warnings: story mostly told from jungkook’s POV, jungkook has a nightmare, feelings of insecurity and anxiety, mentions of harassment (not much), yoongi to the rescue (seriously he’s the voice of reason i love him), making out, grinding, slight hair pulling, riding on top, reader is in control (and jk is happy about it), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around a year after the events of OFY. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

As always, thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for being so supportive of me and motivating me to keep writing when there are times I feel like I shouldn’t. And for also being my beta-reader and just generally an amazing person, one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after this dream drabble

I know this is the most angsty thing I’ve written so far (update: Stay With Me now holds this title), but I got attached to these characters and wanted to tell more of their story so here we are. I basically wrote this all in one sitting because I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while and I was excited to get it out. I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn​​

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Jungkook was dreaming again.

It was a dream he’d had many times now, and it always started the same way. He watched as you appeared in the doorway of the chapel, ready to make your trek down the aisle.

You looked dazzling in your dress, and through the thin veil that covered your face, Jungkook could see the brilliant smile you wore, which caused him to break out into one of his own. Each step that brought you closer to him made his heart race faster, and it didn’t take long for you to finally be in front of him.

Well…somewhat in front of him.

He could only watch as at the last second, you turned slightly and were now standing in front of Kun, the man you were originally meant to marry. Jungkook’s stomach twisted with fear as he observed Kun lift your veil over your head and take your hands in his as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You, looking at Kun with all the love in the world, because that’s just how you were. And Kun, looking back at you, with a sinister expression that made Jungkook feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth to object, to speak, to do something but no sound would come out. Everyone around him that had gathered to see you get married were either oblivious to Jungkook’s obvious distress, or they just didn’t care.

They weren’t here for him, after all. They were here for you, in the same way that he was here for you, too.

When his legs could finally move without crumpling underneath him, he walked over to stand next to you and Kun as he tried to reach out to you. He couldn’t touch you, though, because it was like there was an invisible wall in between the two of you now. A wall he could still see through but couldn’t reach past. He moved back at the realization, only to be met with something similar hitting his back.

Jungkook whirled around and was met with the same thing, now surrounding him on all sides, trapping him inside some sort of box. A box where he could still see what was happening but couldn’t stop it despite what he did. He felt suffocated.

He was shouting from inside his new prison, banging on the walls, trying to make any sort of sound that would reach you. And he knew you couldn’t hear him; you didn’t spare even one glance his way. But he still had to try. The longer he let this go on, the greater the chance of losing you grew to be.

And the possibility of that, of losing you in any capacity, was something he couldn’t bear to even think about.

Jungkook could hear everything coming from your mouth. The cheerfulness in your voice was usually something he loved to hear under any given circumstance. But in this case, it was threatening to tear him apart. He listened dismally as the two of you started reciting your vows to each other.

And his heart started to break when he heard the words from the letter he’d tried to give you all those years ago. Tears were forming in his vision as he listened to Kun rattle off the words he’d written for you. Words he never got to claim as his own until much later, when it was almost too late.

He could feel his heart shatter at the sight of the breathtaking smile on your face as you two finished your vows, moving now to kiss each other and seal the deal.

He tried once more to call out to you, but any sound he could’ve possibly made would’ve been immediately drowned out by the cheering from everyone around you.

His legs gave out as he knelt down to the floor, helplessly staring at you as you linked your arm with Kun’s to walk back down the aisle as a newly married couple. It took the last bit of his strength to look up as you passed, and you didn’t notice him.

But Kun did.

Kun paused in front of Jungkook, still separated by that invisible wall, and he grinned. It was the kind of grin you’d expect from someone who’s sole purpose in life was to sabotage others’ happiness. Which, ironically enough, is exactly what Kun was now known for.

All Jungkook could do was look on while you left the chapel, followed by the many guests who had gathered for the ceremony. Only when everyone was gone was he able to move about freely, but he opted to remain seated on the floor there instead as the chapel slowly started to fill with darkness once the doors closed.

Jungkook awoke with a start, bolting upright and inhaling a sharp intake of air. He was covered in sweat that dampened his hair and made it stick to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was.

He was at home, in his bed. It was nighttime and sleeping next to him was a figure who’d remained undisturbed by his sudden movement.

He cautiously looked over at your sleeping form. You were turned on your side, facing away from him, breathing peacefully. His eyes softened at the sight and he could feel his heartbeat start to slow down into a pace much less frantic.

He pushed his hair out of his face as he took a deep breath. He knew he should probably wake you, especially since you always told him to do so whenever he had nightmares. Lately, he hadn’t been having any bad dreams, so it had been a while since he last had to rouse you from your slumber.

He reached an arm out, only for it to gently fall by his side. He hated waking you unless it was really important, because he knew you sometimes had trouble sleeping, and this included falling back asleep if something made you wake up during the middle of the night. You’d been especially exhausted lately, what with the new exciting event that had suddenly happened in both of your lives.

Well, exciting wasn’t really the right word. Terrifying fit way better.

After managing to avoid Kun for over an entire year, he somehow turned up at your new place of employment one day, surprising you and frightening you all at the same time. He told the staff at the front desk that he was an ‘old friend, here to congratulate you on your new position.’ And they believed it, so they let him come up to your office unsupervised.

Let’s just say when Jungkook heard about that little ordeal, he was not pleased at all.

Ever since then, Kun had been borderline harassing you, even sometimes going as far as to try and talk to Jungkook during his shifts at the bar. That lasted for all of maybe 2 encounters before Kun found himself banned and unable to return.

You both thought he was out of your life for good after the break-up, but he was proving to be much more of a plague than you or Jungkook initially imagined. So yes, these recent events had maybe been causing Jungkook to have intrusive thoughts once again that translated themselves into the one recurring nightmare he used to have shortly after the two of you got together.

The nightmare of him losing you. You obviously didn’t end up marrying Kun, but you came a lot closer to it than Jungkook liked. And that wasn’t because he’d been pining after you for years; he could’ve dealt with that, if it ended with you being happy. It was more so the reason that your relationship with Kun hadn’t seemed genuine on his end, and Jungkook wanted better for you than that.

Sometimes he wondered if he was the right one to give you what you deserved.

He shook his head to keep more thoughts from seeping in, but he knew sitting here alone in the dark wouldn’t help with that for long. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was 2:08 A.M., so not too late, but most people were usually sleeping at that time.

Nonetheless, Jungkook pulled back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed to stand up. He moved as gently as possibly to not risk waking you, but on his way to the bathroom he had to pass by your side of the bed.

Your sleeping face was free of worry, and your lips were slightly parted as you were breathing softly. The sight made Jungkook’s heart thump. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

If you woke up, he’d just tell you he had to use the restroom and try to coax you back to sleep. You looked too cute for him not to kiss you, though, so he deduced it was worth the risk.

He padded off to the bathroom then, only wearing a pair of gym shorts. Every step he took was calculated so he didn’t make much noise, and when he finally made it to the bathroom, he closed the door as quietly as possible, listening to the faint click before he leaned against the sink.

He sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear, and within 2 rings someone picked up.

“Kook? You ok?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, Yoongs, I’m ok. Just needed to talk to someone, that’s all.”

He heard shuffling from the end of the line and he felt a small pang of guilt at the fact that he may have woken his friend up. But then again, it was Yoongi, and he wasn’t a stranger to being up at this hour.

Yoongi hummed. “Y/N not awake then, huh?”

Jungkook shook his head, despite Yoongi not being able to see him. Yoongi took his silence as confirmation.

“Hm, well you do know I love talking to you, but I am wondering why this time of night?”

Jungkook sighed. Better to get it over with than beat around the bush. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh no,” he could hear the somberness of Yoongi’s tone. “Is it the same one, or…”

“Same one,” Jungkook answered without hesitation.

“Kook, we’ve been over this-”

“I know,” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me, I don’t want to keep having this happen either.”

“Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”

Jungkook tongued his cheek then. The more he thought about it, the only thing he could see as being a potential trigger for these dreams to come flooding back would be Kun’s unwanted reappearance.

While he was still thinking, Yoongi continued.

“Do you think it has anything to do with that asshole showing up again?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew how much disdain Yoongi had for Kun, and for good reason.

“Yeah, it’s exactly that, I’m almost positive.”

It sounded like Yoongi was moving again and Jungkook could just picture him now, sitting up and shaking his head in disappointment, not at Jungkook, but at the situation.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna level with you.”

Jungkook gulped.

“I honestly have no idea why you’re letting someone like that affect you. He’s not worth your time, he’s not worth Y/N’s time, not worth anyone’s time if you ask me. Letting him continue to have this kind of effect on you isn’t healthy.”

Jungkook sighed again, his breath coming out somewhat shaky. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard. It’s really hard, Yoongs. I can’t help but think of how close I came to losing her and fuck it hurts every time I think about it.”

“First of all, you wouldn’t have lost her, and you know that-”

“Yeah but seeing him is a reminder that I came close.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s tone was stern now, and Jungkook immediately stopped talking.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like I was saying, you wouldn’t have lost her. You mean too much to her and she means too much to you for either of you to have let that happen. Give her a little more credit, yeah?”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s lips curved upwards into a smile. He knows you’d never allow anything to take you away from him, outside of maybe some things beyond both of your control. But you certainly would never let someone come in between the friendship you both shared.

A friendship that had developed over several years and had now blossomed into a beautiful, loving partnership.

There it was again: you. Anytime Jungkook thought about you, it always made him happy. He was so in love with you and had been for so many years, so it was sometimes still surreal to him that you two were together now. Your smiling face was all he needed to get him through some days.

But right now the vision of you playing out in his head was the sight of you the night he found you in your house kneeling on the floor after Kun broke your marriage off. You looked so utterly broken, and Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that he’d do anything in his power to make it so you never felt that way again.

“Kook? You still with me there?”

Yoongi’s voice roused Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. You know I worry about you, kid.”

Jungkook smiled. “I know.”

“This is the first time you’ve had this dream in a while, right?”

Jungkook leaned against the sink again, looking at the tiled floor underneath his feet. “Yeah, it’s been months.”

“Then I want you to do something for me, ok?”

Confused, but intrigued, Jungkook shook his head. “Yeah, sure.”

“I want you to take a look at your left hand.”

Jungkook did as he was told, splaying his fingers out in front of him.

“Now tell me what you see?”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his gold wedding band as it glistened faintly in the light of the room.

“My wedding ring,” he answered softly.

“Exactly. Your wedding ring. It belongs to you. And it means you’re the one who’s married to her. Not him, not anyone else, but you.”

Jungkook could see exactly where Yoongi was going with this, and the thought made him almost tear up. Yoongi knew exactly what to say and when to say it whenever Jungkook needed reassurance about something, and this was one of those times.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna tell you this, and it’s something I want you to remember. Y/N loves you. She loves you so much. My God, sometimes it’s hard to look at you two because you’re always so lovey dovey like-”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

He could imagine Yoongi smiling on the other end. “Good. I think as long as you remember that, you’ll be ok. It’d probably still help to talk to her, though. You know how upset she’d be if she knew you were suffering in silence about your dreams again.”

Jungkook shakily inhaled, his grip on the sink behind him tightening. “I know. I’ll talk to her, probably in the morning since she’s still asleep-”

Jungkook cut himself off when he heard the soft sound of you calling his name. “Yoongs, I gotta go, thank you for answering and for everything else.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Anytime. Night, Kook.”

Jungkook hung up the phone and peered from behind the bathroom door. He saw you sitting up in the bed now, rubbing your eyes before you stretched. He was so fond of you, the sight made his heart swell.

He also noticed how the t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up some during your stretch and he could see the exposed skin of your thighs now now. He even thought that something as simple as you wearing a t-shirt was breathtaking. And when it was one of his t-shirts, like it was now – on some days it was enough to drive him crazy.

Now wasn’t the time for that though. He watched lovingly as you focused your eyes on him and smiled. He wasted no time getting back in the bed with you, seated with one leg crossed under him, his hand coming down to rest on top of your own.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a lazy kiss. Jungkook melted into the kiss when you deepened it, because after everything he just went through, any touch from you now was igniting all his feelings for you.

All of them, which is why he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling away to look at you. He could tell you were still sleepy, but you wouldn’t attempt to go back to sleep without talking first. Especially since he knew you could tell something might be off.

Your brows furrowed. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I had another nightmare.”

The immediate look of concern on your face made his heart lurch, and not in a pleasant way. “Baby, what happened?”

He brought up your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, right above your ring.

“I had that nightmare. You know the one…”

You frowned. “Jungkook-”

“But it’s ok, really. I talked to Yoongi and I feel a little better.” He was looking anywhere but your face now, so you placed a hand under his chin, tilting it up so he’d look at you.

“You know you can always wake me up and talk to me.” You brushed your thumb across one of his cheekbones and he sighed into the touch.

“I know. You’ve been having trouble sleeping lately so I-”

“You also know that if I have trouble sleeping, usually cuddling with you helps. So please don’t use that as an excuse.”

Jungkook felt guilty again because he knew you were right. Before he came along, sleeping wasn’t always easy for you, but in the comfort of his arms, you found slumber much faster these days.

You took Jungkook’s face in both of your hands, your own chest twisting with pain at the sight of him. His big, doe-like eyes were shining with so much emotion, and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

“Do you know why you had that dream again?”

Jungkook nodded, absentmindedly brushing his thumb along your thigh. “Everything that’s happened with Kun lately, it- I don’t know, it just bothers me. It bothers me way more than it should. And I guess it just made me think again about- well, you know.”

Jungkook’s head hung then, and you leaned down so you could look into his eyes once more. He brought his head up to keep you from having to lean uncomfortably like that for too long.

“Koo,” you brushed a piece of his long, dark curly locks out of his face. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I know that things happened in the past that we can’t erase or change, but what we can do is focus on our future. Our future that we’re building together.”

He started to smile at your words, his heart lurching again now, but in a good way this time. Every time you told him you were in love with him, he felt like he could conquer the world.

“So please don’t worry about what almost happened or what could’ve been, because what matters is we’re here now. We’re here together. And I don’t plan on going anywhere,” you placed a quick peck on his lips, “Unless you want me to, that is.”

Jungkook quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you so you were straddling his lap, making you giggle as you tried to steady yourself. His hands rested comfortably against your waist and you placed yours on his shoulders. He looked up at you now with so much love and adoration.

“Never. I’m not planning on ever letting you go,” he accentuated his words with his grip around you by wrapping his arms more tightly around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “Not until the day you decide you don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Well I don’t see that ever happening, so I guess we have nothing to worry about then, do we?” You booped his nose and he grinned, placing a hand on the back of your head to bring your lips down to meet his once more. The kiss was soft, yet passionate.

And it quickly turned into something more.

You deepened the kiss and Jungkook groaned into it, kissing you back now with a fervor that had you unconsciously moving your hips against him. He broke the kiss to lean his head back against the headboard, eyes shut and mouth parted.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N. And right now,” he opened his eyes to stare at you again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hand snaked underneath your t-shirt to brush at the skin he found there, pulling your head back down for another kiss.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Will you let me?”

The sound of his voice shot straight to your core, and you were nodding before he could even finish his question. He chuckled against your lips before he started trailing them down your neck.

“Need to hear you say it, baby,” he spoke as his lips ghosted over your throat, his hold on you tightening.

“Please,” you breathed out, pulling at his dark tresses and making him grunt. “Please, Koo. I want you to make love to me.”

That was all he needed. Jungkook started placing kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone that was exposed from the collar of his shirt, his fists clenching around the material at the bottom of it.

“I love you,” he kept saying in between kisses. “Gonna take care of you.”

He started tugging your shirt up and you met him halfway, ridding yourself of the garment fast enough that it made him chuckle at your eagerness. He started peppering kisses all over your chest, kneading at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between your fingers and making your hips move faster.

You could feel him growing harder underneath you through the thin fabric of the shorts he was still wearing, so you sped up your movements, making him moan.

“These need to come off, don’t you think, baby?” You tugged at his shorts. Another moan came from Jungkook as he nodded, helping you move up so he could shimmy out of his shorts. He still didn’t think he could ever get used to that pet name coming from you, and he thought it was the sexiest thing ever when it fell from your lips.

Of course, Jungkook thought nearly everything you did was sexy. That was just the effect you had on him. Everything intimate was intense in the best way possible, and if this was what being in love felt like, he never wanted to stop being in love with you.

He loved you. He needed you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. And he’d never felt this way about anyone else for.

He felt all of these things for you. Only for you.

Jungkook was pulled out of his thoughts of how much he loved you by the feeling of you grinding down onto him again, this time the only barrier of clothing between the two of you being your own panties.

Yeah, Jungkook wasn’t having that.

He made quick work of removing your soaked panties, laughing again at your enthusiastic impatience. He loved seeing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Be careful, angel,” He cooed at you as you tried to steady yourself on his lap once more. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs while you huffed, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Just wanna feel you already,” you said breathily, and the sound of your voice mixed with the words that fell from your mouth made him twitch. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long inside of you, and with the way you were already worked up, he figured you might not either.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights where he planned on going for hours anyway (even though you both definitely could at times and boy did he love it when that happened). No, tonight was about him proving to you how much he loved you, telling you through his words and soft caresses and the way he took care of you.

And you did the same for him. Jungkook had never had anyone care about him before the way that you do. He knew you’d do anything to ensure his happiness, the same as he would for you.

And that’s also why he thought you were destined to be together. And he hoped he would never fuck that up, that anything would ever fuck that up.

Jungkook heard you whine from your place in his lap, still grinding against him to find some much-needed friction. You felt so good on top of him that he let himself enjoy it for a few moments, soft moans escaping his lips as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You leaned down to give him another kiss, and in the same movement, he picked you up by your thighs under your ass and placed you back down where his tip was at your entrance.

He grunted against your lips as he felt you sink down onto him, waiting for you to accommodate to the stretch as you’d done many times before. You always told him you could handle it and sometimes you wanted him to be a little rougher with you from the get-go. Jungkook wasn’t at that level where he was comfortable with that yet.

But one day, he thought, especially with how good you feel around him, he just might be.

When he was finally completely inside of you, he waited just enjoying the feel of your warmth around his length. He brushed some hair out of your face, noticing how your eyes were glinting in the faint light of the room.

God, he could never get enough of staring into your eyes. He’d happily get lost in them over and over again.

Now, though, they were starting to close as you picked yourself only to drop down again a moment later. The action caused Jungkook to let out a throaty moan, eyes fluttering closed at the motion.

Hm. That was new.

Usually, Jungkook would guide you with his hands on your hips, and it wasn’t that he didn’t let you have control, it was more that you never really wanted to take control. So, seeing you decide to do it now was exciting and something he’d gladly let happen if that’s what you wanted.

To be sure though, he placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on top of his and shook your head.

“Let me take the lead,” you said as you pushed his chest to where he was lying down more. “You can keep your hands here, but I want to do the work.”

Jungkook frowned, only because he knew you still had to be tired. “Angel, are you sure? I can help- fuck.”

You cut him off as you clenched around him before you started moving again, his hands constricting around your waist. You placed your hands firmly on your chest to help you get more leverage as you continued moving.

As you sped up, Jungkook leaned his head back into the pillow he was lying on, eyes screwed shut and the prettiest sounds falling from his lips. You watched as the muscles in his neck strained with the movement, and that alone made you want to mark him up.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

Jungkook managed to open his eyes and look at you riding him, the sight making him twitch inside of you. He thought you looked so beautiful like this, and you taking the lead was so hot to him, he knew he’d definitely not last long if you kept this up-

“Do you know,” you broke off to moan as his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your breath hitch, “do you know why I wanted to take control tonight?”

Jungkook swallowed and shook his head, rubbing his hands along your waist.

You smiled at him lovingly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your lips before linking your fingers. The action made his heart soar.

“It’s because you always take such good care of me. I want to take care of you in that same way,” you squeezed his hand, letting your words wash over him.

“But you do take care of me,” he started to say, only to be interrupted by the feeling of your walls clenching around him again.

“I know. But tonight, I want to show you I know how to take care of you in this way, too. I want to show you how much I love you.” You leaned down, hitting a new angle that had both of you moaning as you brushed your lips against his. “Will you let me?”

Jungkook felt himself getting closer as you repeated his words from earlier. He nodded vigorously, kissing you with so much passion that you thought you might topple over. You sat up straight again and started moving faster, now pulling out as much as possible before dropping back down.

Jungkook’s high was approaching fast because of the combination of you taking control, the way you were riding him, and your words. He was feeling so many things at once and he tried to will himself to not let go.

He didn’t want to let go yet, not until you were there with him.

To help you along, he reached down in between both of you and started rubbing your clit, relishing in the feel of you around him as you stuttered in your movements. He smirked, knowing that even when you were in control, he still had an effect on you the same way you did him.

“Come on, angel, I’m right there, I want you to cum with me.” Jungkook’s voice was husky now, the pleasure threatening to overtake him any second. He bit his lip as he stared at you, watching as your head lolled forward on your neck and you started shaking from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“I’m almost there, Koo, I love you so much,” your sounds were increasing in pitch and becoming more frequent, so he knew you were close. All that was left now was for you to reach your high together.

He took your hand that was still intertwined with his and placed a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I love you, too,” he said softly.

His response was enough to finally provoke your orgasm, it being so powerful that you fell forward on top of him. As you did, you were clenching so tight around him that his release wasn’t far behind. He grunted as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, filling you up, the familiar sensation of warmth making you shiver in his hold.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath, you now completely laying on his chest and his arms snaked around you. He placed a kiss on top of your head and you both just laid there for a few moments.

Jungkook was the one to break the silence. “Well, that was certainly something.”

You giggled. “Yeah, I enjoyed that, Don’t know why I haven’t done that before.” You felt his chest rumble with laughter underneath you.

“Me neither, but you can absolutely do it more often. I know I won’t be opposed.”

“Deal,” you said as you leaned up to place a kiss on his nose. “But only under one condition.”

“Oh?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued at your proposition.

“You,” you said as you traced patterns on his chest, “need to stop being so cautious with me.”

A tiny frown etched itself onto his features. “Angel-”

“I mean it, Jungkook. I’m not some fragile thing that’s going to break anytime you stick your dick in me.” He couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him, immediately apologizing afterwards because he knew you were being serious.

“I know you’re not, I just- I never want to hurt you.”

“And I’d let you know if you did. So promise me you’ll at least try to treat me a little less like I’m gonna break under your touch?”

He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid your head on his chest again. “I promise to try. I don’t just do it for you, though.”

You brought your head back up to look at him, quirking your own eyebrow. “Oh? What do you mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his stare alone making you throb. “I also do it so I can maintain some self-control.”

You laughed. “What’s so bad about losing control?”

He smirked. “Nothing, I guess. We’ll have to see though, won’t we?”

The suggestion made you tingle with desire, but you were unfortunately too tired to go again, so you figured it’d be best to leave it alone for the night. Jungkook finally pulled out of you, making you let out a small whine at the loss. Before you could say anything, he picked you up and carried you with him to the shower, as he did most nights when you two shared these intimate moments.

In the shower, he helped you clean off, and as he was washing your hair, you stared up at him, seeing his dark locks falling into his face with the weight of the water that drenched them. His lips were parted and his tongue was slightly sticking out as he concentrated on making sure he lathered every inch of your hair with shampoo. He looked so adorable like this that you couldn’t help but giggle.

You ran your hands along his chest now to help him wash off the soap, and your ring caught the light, glimmering faintly. Jungkook picked up your hand and turned it this way and that to watch the ring shine from different angles, before he linked your fingers together.

“I told you I’d get you a better one, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes in amusement at the cocky smirk that tugged at his lips.

“You didn’t just tell me, you promised me.” You continued washing all the suds off of him as he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.

“And did I follow through on my promise?”

You pretended to think about it for a second, making Jungkook tickle you under the shower’s waterfall. “Ok! Ok! Yes, you did,” you said as you laughed. “You always follow through on your promises.”

“I try,” was his soft response. He nudged your cheek with his nose, which is something he did when he wanted a kiss, a habit you were very quick to pick up on in the early stages of your relationship. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood up on your tiptoes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips that had him letting out a small sound of contentment.

“I love you. And I’m in love with you. Nothing, nor anyone, will change that.” You reassured him as you pushed his hair out of his face. Any doubts he still had you wanted to erase them all.

You wanted him to know that you loved him with everything you had.

He smiled, brushing his nose against yours. “I know. And I love you more than anything. All the love I have to give is for you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back to quietly add, “Only for you.”

Those three words meant so much to you, and every time you heard him say them it made you fall for him even more, if that was possible. The two of you continued to hold each other and exchange lazy kisses until the water turned too cold to bear. After drying off, you both snuggled back into bed, with you falling asleep almost instantly, feeling safe in Jungkook’s arms.

He kissed the back of your neck and wrapped his arms around you securely, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you both laid on your sides. Your soft breathing let him know you were already asleep and he smiled, elated that he could provide you the comfort you needed to help you fall into peaceful slumber once more.

When Jungkook inevitably followed behind you, he was met with nothing but pleasant dreams, and all of them were about you.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Smile For Me, Sweetcheeks ~ Ghostface x Fem!Reader

I've thought of this for a while, and it's gonna be

F U N

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Y/N opened her eyes groggily, finding herself on the grassy ground - As she lifted her head to scan her surroundings, she realised she was in some strange, dark place that resembled some weird park with tall trees, yet had random small buildings here and there...It almost seemed like a place to play hide and seek, was her first thought.

Next to her, 3 other people were getting up, looking extremely frightened, as they bolted the hell out of that spot, going in different directions.

But Y/N didn't, and instead, she walked around aimlessly, until she spotted someone dressed in all black, with a weird ghost-like mask, peeking from behind an old car, almost timidly, only to see him wave at her.

Grinning at him, thinking she finally met someone friendly around this place, she extended her arm up in the sky, waving excitedly, which made the man make his way to her.

"Hi! I'm Y/N! It's great finally seeing someone nice around here. The 3 other guys just yelled in my face and ran away. How rude, right?!" she sighed, crossing her arms with a pout, before going back to her friendly smile, extending her hand to shake his. "Woaw, those guys are jerks. Call me Ghostface, darling." he said in an amused, yet somehow hoarse voice. "Uhhh, Ghostface, how cool! You must be a horror movie fan, then? So am I! ...Hmm...Actually, do you have any idea how we got here? I think I need some lecithin, my memory is failing me." she scratched the back of her head sheepishly, only for him to chuckle. "Welp, there's 4 survivors and a killer. All you gotta do is either repair 5 generators and find the exit...Or find the hatch and escape. Basically, don't die, I guess. Fun, huh?" the guy explained, putting his arm around her shoulder, guiding her to who knows where. "...What the hell is this, the Hunger Games?" she looked up at him with a weird look on her face. "Haha, that would be fun! Alas, nothing like that. Ah, look at this, a gen! Here I'll show you how to repair it. You have to tinker with these parts, and then merge these together...You get the cables in the respective coloured sockets...Et voila! Haha, look at it! Fireworks! What a reward!" Ghostface clapped and cheered at the fireworks the generator made, laughing at the startled look on the girl's face, as she clearly didn't expect something like that to happen. "Uh...Honestly, this is insane. Can't we just, like...Go home? I don't think I'm up for dying, even if someone paid me to go through with this silly game." she sighed, crouching down to the next generator, awkwardly trying to repair it, but she was much slower and clumsier compared to him, and it even exploded in her face, making her yelp and fall down. "Dude! Not cool! This gen is working against me!" "Shoulda seen the face you made, toots! Haha, so funny! You're very entertaining, girl. Here, lemme help ya out." he said as he got on the other side of the of the gen and helped repaired it. "You're a real pro at this, man. Have you been playing this for long? Did they at least give you a worthy amount of money for the trouble you're going through? I mean, I'm sure you won very often...Or maybe you're like...The tutorial teacher or something? Is that why you look eccentric compared to those lame-os?" she was asking so many question, but boy, was she so off that it amused the killer so much! He now perfectly understood the wolf who dressed as a sheep, it was too much fun! She was so blindingly trusting, he could mess with her, and more, with the survivors at his heart's content! "Yeah, I win quite often, but they don't pay me! The guy is kinda blackmailing us to play his game, but it's fun when you get used to it." he explained, only to have two other survivors go past them - Her and Ghostface waved at them merrily, but they just shrieked and ran the hell away from there. "...Do I look that scary?" she muttered, looking at the man next to her with a confused expression. "Nahhh, you're a cutiepie. Those guys are just jerks." he petted her hair, beginning to walk again, only to find some really nasty, rusty hooks. "U-Uhm...Gh-Ghostface...? What are these for...?" she stuttered, frowning as she clinged on his arm instinctively. "I think you already know, toots. Careful with those, killers LOVE to impale their victims on these things. It's like a sacrifice for the big guy who's keeping us here." he chuckled as he watched the girl tremble like a little lamb seeing the knife approaching her neck. "...Can we go away from here, please? M-Maybe we can look for the...Uhm...Hatch, you called it?" she muttered, pulling him away from there. "Yeah. It's like a trap in the ground that leads to safety. It only appears when there's only 2 gens left. Felt that shockwave? It meant that the Hatch just appeared. Ah, sorry baby-cakes, I gotta run, but I'll see you around before the match ends, okay?" he was grinning under his mask, knowing that he has to kill the other 3 to make sure the Entity doesn't punish

either of them for some annoying reason...And oh, the shock and horror on her face will be fun~. "N-No...! Please don't go! This place is huge and scary, I'll get lost without you! And who knows what would happen if the Killer finds me? I don't wanna end up...Th-There...!" awww, that cute, little, frightened pout on her face, how lovely~! If only she knew... "Don't worry, cutie, is'yo' first game, the Killer ain't gonna mess with ya, I promise. And if he does, Imma make sure he regrets it. I'm sort of a boss here, you see." he put cupped both his gloved hands on her face, pinching them a bit too hard, just to hear her yelp one more time - And clearly, she didn't disappoint, as her eyes even watered a tiny bit. What a cute little lamb... "...If you're sure, then...Okay. I trust you." she muttered, turning away as she started walking away, only for her to look back at him and yell "Make sure you stay safe too, okay?! We have to escape this place together!" He raised his arm and waved dismissively, barely able to keep himself from laughing, as he started running and stalking the annoying survivors who actually thought they'd have such an easy game!

No, no, clearly not with him!

First, he slashed one of the survivors and put him on a hook, then mori'ed another and took a really cool selfie with their bloody face, and the last one he just messed around with, before repeatedly stabbing his back and throwing him in a corner, just where the Hatch was.

Those idiots thought they could escape him.

Think again.

He wasn't that idiot 'Legion', or that lame ass Amanda. Four lame thugs who can't do a simple job properly, or Jigsaw's useless lackey. Keh.

And at least he was fun, unlike Boring Michael! I mean, look at this masterpiece he made, it's a perfect piece of art! He even wrote Y/N's name on the wall in front of the hatch, so she could see and appreciate his work!

A loud noise that resounded through the place made him realise that, as he was having his fun playing with the obsolete Survivors, his cute little Y/N had her fun repairing generators, meaning that the exits could be activated, if he wasn't careful.

He had to find her quick.

Not that it was difficult for the Master of Stalking, especially since she was so clueless that she didn't even crouch to hide, or at least try to hide in lockers.

There she was...! Look at her, watching everything like a frightened meerkat! Aww, how he wanted to boop that cute nose of hers~! Maybe he could even let some blood paint her nose, and make fun of her, calling her Rudolph!

Ahh, Ghostface, you're so funny!

Yeah, Ghostface, I KNOW, right?!

"Yo, Y/N, over here! I found the hatch! Come on!" he waved his arms up in the air, yelling for her, and the look of sparkling glee on her face as soon as she saw him...Wasn't she such an adorable dummy~? "Ghostface, you're okay! I got so worried when I didn't see you in so long! I heard screams, and I thought something happened to you! I got so scared that I ran away and tried to do the last generators...And then a loud noise almost deafened me, and I had no idea what to do." she gesticulated rapidly, making him chuckle in amusement. Of course, he was worried for nothing. She wouldn't realise what she'd have to do, even if it bit her leg. Hmm, actually...~ "Nahhhh, I'm cool, haven't see the killer. Here, take the key, it will unlock the hatch. Less'goooo~!" he put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her casually where the hatch was, making sure she didn't see his work of art yet. "Oh, so this is the Hatch, huh? It looks scary. Are you sure this isn't some ladder that leads straight to hell or something? It looks...Shady." she muttered, looking at the dark abyss down below. "Don't worry, chickadee, ain't that long of a ride down. It's like a bunker filled with survivors, you'll be okay. They'll tell you what to do from then on. If you're scared, take this flashlight. See? You can see the bottom of the ladder. You'll be okay." he chuckled, weaving the flashlight around. "Wait...You're not coming down with me?" she gasped, her eyes carefully searching for the truth in his...Covered face. "I'd go down on you any day, sugar, but maybe next time we get to play around." he laughed crudely watching her frowning, flustering face. "H-Hey, don't be a jerk! I'm just worried about you!" she muttered, looking away, hoping her hair would cover her blushing face. "Hahaha, you're so fun to tease, Y/N. Only one person can go through the hatch. But s'all cool, I just gotta open up the door, since you did a great job with the gens. We'll see each other later, I can promise you that. Can't get rid of me that easily." he sniggered under his mask, waiting in anticipation until the girl realises his true nature. "Mhh...Alright...If you're so sure..." she muttered, shakily stepping down a few steps, only to be stopped by the man who took out a camera. "Wanna take a selfie before we finish this? Y'know, your first game, and a victory nonetheless...Come on, Smile for me, Sweetcheeks~!" he got on his knees, raising his mask a bit, before gluing himself to her body, one of his arms extending with the camera, while with the other he grabbed her face, kissing her cheek, making sure he guides her eyesight to his masterpiece, and as soon as he heard her gasp, he took the photo.

It was worth more than all the money in the world.

"Y-You...? You were the killer...?!" awww, look at her tremble! Her eyes were glistering with tears, and her plump, rosy bottom lip was quivering in betrayal. "You're too cute for this world, Y/N." he harshly put his mask down, before showing the girl the selfie he took as he mori'ed one of the survivors, and waved her goodbye with his knife, as she quickly descended down the ladder, soft whimpers echoing through the place.

"Till we see each other again, sweet cheeks~." the Killer rose to his feet, slamming down the hatch with his boot and wiping the blood from his knife with his latex glove, before laughing loudly at the endearing experience he just had.

If THAT was the reaction she had when seeing his little gift for her, imagine her cute faces when he'd actually go down on her, as he promised~.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

okay because it seems like I won't get any more merlin content today, I'm here so that we can make our own! we've been talking about gwaine's rings already; we may as well unpack the whole thing. you started it, you're gonna have to finish it now: Gwaine marrying his s/o in Camelot

Fair, I got us into this, and I’m gonna see it through as well lol. This basically continues onto the ideas I mentioned in the previous headcanons, btw. Also, I don’t know how weddings go exactly, let alone how they went 1500 years ago, so I’m taking ~artistic liberties~ with this 😂

First of all, Arthur organises the whole thing. Or rather, he tries. But really, it would’ve turned into a mess if it hadn’t been for Gwen -both bc Arthur has no idea of how to arrange a wedding, and bc it’s one of the first things he does as king and he really wants to do this right bc by now both you and Gwaine are two of his close friends.

So it’s Gwen who really makes sure everything that needs to happen, happens.

It’s a winter wedding, which Gwaine was actually hesitant about (and also that Arthur doesn’t die of a stress-induced heart attack).

“We’ve already waited for so long, love, can’t we wait for a warmer season?”

“We could, but does the season really matter?”

In the end, you both decide that it doesn’t. You just want the whole of Camelot to know that you really belong to one another.

So you get married early in January, outside in the courtyard.

Even though it’s almost a royal wedding, what with Gwaine (and perhaps you as well) being a knight, and of noble heritage.

Still, only your friends and family are there: the other knights, Gaius and Merlin, Gwen of course, your family and Gwaine’s mother (from what I remember, he doesn’t get along with his sister).

That’s exactly how you and Gwaine wanted it. There’ll be some big, unofficial ceremony later on, but you both insisted the actual wedding was something you only wanted to share with your loved ones.

Merlin uses his magic to make it snow.

Gwaine tears up when he first lays eyes on you, and he probably would’ve cried if Leon hadn’t whispered to him they would never let him live that down.

He cries a little at your vows anyway, but of course none of the knights would ever hold it against him.

In true Gwaine fashion, his vows are sprinkled with jokes, and everyone is laughing.

But then he gets serious.

“(Y/N), I honestly don’t know why you decided to put up with me, but since always been told that one shouldn’t question miracles, so I won’t.”

Everyone is crying, all the knights and Arthur included (Lancelot was already wiping away tears way before that). Gwen, surprisingly, keeps it together the longest.

Which is kind of a problem because Arthur is the one officiating the wedding, so you get him trying to marry the two of you whilst still crying (you swear you can hear Merlin laughing somewhere behind you).

There is a handfasting ceremony, a Celtic engagement tradition that is still used in weddings today, where the spouses-to-be had their wrists tied together with a ribbon, cord, or even vines or branches.

You and Gwaine went with vines from a weeping willow, the same material as that first ring he gave you, and that same symbol of love.

This was Gwaine’s idea.

“Gwaine, it’s an engagement tradition. We’re getting married.”

“I know that, love, but we never got engaged, did we?”

At this points, Gwen starts crying as well as she hands you both the rings she made (she knows how to use a forge, and you can’t convince me otherwise).

Arthur is so relieved when he finally pronounces you two married, he nearly collapses on the spot.

It’s still snowing when you kiss Gwaine, but somehow it isn’t cold at all. You don’t think you can ever be cold again. Not with Gwaine kissing you, not when you’re surrounded by your friends laughing and cheering and so truly happy for both of you.

You spend the entire evening with your friends and family, laughing and joking as you always do, except everyone is in an even better mood now.

Merlin gets drunk (he’s a really happy drunk) and you swear it’s only seconds before he makes a move -whether on Arthur or Lancelot, you aren’t sure.

(You know it’s Lancelot when you catch him carrying a passed out Merlin to his room, and he just never returns).

At the end of the evening, Gwaine insists on carrying you to your chambers. He’s a little tipsy and keeps bumping into things, and you’re both laughing so hard you just know the entire castle can hear you.

But you also know that no one here will mind.

This got long!! Also, winter weddings for the win! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this <3

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Kaeya Alberich - Yandere Profile

YES I love my eyepatch boy!! I really like him as a yandere, because he's definitely got several traits and behaviors that would make him a very unconventional/different yet absolutely terrifying one to have. Him or Diluc as your yandere is basically like playing a game on maximum difficulty. He's so arrogant dammit why does he have to make it hot

More importantly, someone take the ability to write n/sfw away from me I s2g... I go from trying to make serious content to nasty weird kinks and completely feral in .002 seconds the moment I add that readmore

tws: gaslighting, manipulation, yandere, mentions of mutilation

tws (below cut): noncon, a good deal of sadism, mentions of an*l

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's actually one of the worst yanderes you could have in almost every regard, for two very simple reasons: his crippling psychological issues, and his intense selfishness. The first manifests as severe abandonment issues. It's the origin of his unhealthy feelings, most likely. Kaeya doesn't like the instability of people - based on his backstory, people always leave, or die, and even if they don't intend to, somehow it feels like abandonment, and he resents it. People leave him all alone and afraid and uncertain. That's generally all he knows, and despite the smug exterior, he's actually pushed people away quite a bit, keeps everyone at arm's length to ensure they can't become someone too important for him to accept their sudden absence. He can't care about someone, because that someone is fated to inevitably leave him, no matter who it may be.

That's why, once you manage to worm your way into his feelings and heart despite his best efforts, once he finally caves to acknowledging the feeling, he's aware. Painfully aware, because be can't stop worrying every waking moment about you, your well-being, your location. It reaches a point where he can't go about his job because he's simply too consumed with his worry.

The solution that kept him safest in the past was to avoid developing emotional attachments, but when he does, he's terrified of both your safety AND you intentionally abandoning him. Really, the latter would hurt worse, since he can't fault you for dying, but to abandon him? It would break him.

And, to some extent, he's developed a lot of  prideful anger about it, deep, deep down. He feels that he doesn't deserve to be abandoned, doesn't deserve to just be left behind under the guise of some greater purpose, and he'll be damned if he just lets you toss him aside like he feels others did. Even if you reject him, he won't accept it. You don't get to reject him. He won't allow that. What has he ever done to deserve everything that's happened to him? Nothing. You're the one person who has stayed with him, and you're going to continue to be with him. Forever.

That being said, he's still somewhat confident because he's got that arrogance about him. He doesn't perceive rejection, because he's always gotten a lot of attention for his looks, even if he's never actually followed through on anyone else's attention out of those same fears. He'll write off any perceived rejection as being for some other reason, something besides an actual rejection, and he'll seek to eliminate whatever he feels is keeping you from just accepting him.

Honestly, one of the most likely to have a full blown, classic-yandere-style psychotic breakdown. He can be driven to a snapping point, if there's enough stress or obstacles, and in case of that, he'll be a lot more willing to kill, and a lot more willing to hurt you, but it's a point that would still take a lot to reach.

But what's really terrifying about Kaeya is his delusions, primarily his ability to mentally justify everything he does without hesitation. Even most delusional yanderes struggle - they feel like it's wrong, they know it is deep down, and they take time to convince themselves of their delusions, tell themselves it's ok over and over, beg for reassurance, and get defensive when called out because they know they're in the wrong. The same isn't true for Kaeya. He automatically justifies his actions by default, and has absolutely zero doubt or hesitation to do so. He doesn't even need a complex reason for justification - it's a simple one. He deserves what he wants. Anything necessary to achieve that is fair.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Highly likely and very quickly, right up there with Diluc and Razor. And he's absolutely remorseless about it. It ties back into his delusional state and ability to justify anything he does - this is what's best for you. If you don't get that, that's your problem, not his.

He's another one to not want to pull some barbaric move like knocking you out, rather, he'd rather just trick you into walking right into your new home. He gets that you'll be upset about it, but to him, that's just part of the process. Not that he'll tolerate it for too long. 12, maybe 24 hours is enough time for you to reasonably be upset, but if you're still trying to fight him on this after that, he's going to get snappy about it, thinking you should already be over that by now.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

You're not leaving.

It's not worth trying, really. How he manages to do it is a mystery to you, but he'll manage to keep you locked in right there at the headquarters with him. How Jean and Lisa haven't found out about you being there, how he convinced all of his guards to be on his side of things, you have no idea. Realistically, if you get out, he's likely to make you out to be some kind of criminal that needs to be found -- just not to hurt you in any way, so goes the order, and the knights know better than to question why.

He has eyes and ears everywhere, it won't take them anytime at all to find you. He's so confident in that, and combined with his pride, he doesn't feel the need to go get you himself. No, it's a lot more satisfying to sit back and watch as they drag you through the doors of the headquarters, slowly pull you to the end of the room and drop you down at his feet, where he can look down on you with that closed-eyed, artificially wide smile that tells you that you have seriously fucked up.

Escape attempts aren't going to be met with a single shred of mercy, really. The thing about Kaeya is he's ultimately a selfish, selfish bastard with a lot of deep-seeded, highly repressed emotional issues, and he has absolutely no problem with keeping you bound hand and foot, or maybe even make some permanent modifications to your body if that's what it takes to keep you. It's not a wise idea to even try unless you're absolutely certain to succeed, otherwise you may find yourself never getting the opportunity again. You don't really need those Achilles tendons intact, you know. And your ankle bones are just so fragile, they'll snap with just a little twist. Actually, that wouldn't be too bad, giving you more reasons to be grateful when he's doing everything for you.

He's not one to just let it go, either. No, escape attempts are the one unforgivable thing for him, the one thing that will make him totally and completely snap. You don't get to do that. You're the one thing that doesn't get to just disappear out of his life in a flash. Half the reason he sends the knights to get you rather than going himself is to give him some time to let the rage settle down, otherwise he knows he might not be able to control himself and might end up hurting you even worse than he intends to. He's not going to buy any excuses and won't go any lighter on you if you beg and grovel or anything. But you will apologize -- you get to choose how hard it is. You can apologize the easy way, or, if you don't want to, there are many ways to force it out. But by the end, he'll get an apology, and a promise to never try again, out of you, no matter what that takes. It's by far the worst state you'll ever see him in, and really, once is enough to dissuade you from trying again.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

You'd have to try pretty hard. He doesn't have the sheer amount of years of life experience like Venti or Zhongli, but he's not the captain for no reason - he's perceptive, and highly intelligent.

Rather than simply mastering reading human voice and facial expressions for telltale signs of deceit, he's good at learning individuals in particular - memorizing the patterns of thought and action of a particular individual, and predicting how they will act. He can do it with everyone else with ease, how much more, then, with the object of an obsession? If you're trying to formulate some plan to trick him, he'll already predict what you'll do, if you lie, he already knows. It's creepier than the others, really, because it's not just that he can tell when you're lying, but rather he already knows you're going to lie or try some scheme before you do it. It feels so tailored and personalized to your thought patterns, it almost feels like an invasion of the privacy of your mind, which, really, is the one privacy you thought you had left.

He's great at gaslighting himself, too. He's a very good liar, and can make you believe anything he wants. He'll target your fears and paranoias, make you believe you're going crazy, and he'll do it all so perfectly you'll never suspect a thing. You'll end up coming to him for protection and guidance, exactly as planned.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Pretty strict. He doesn't let you have any outside contact, and you're limited on what you can do when he's gone. He'll bring you some books, maybe something to draw on -- no sharp writing utensils, though. In his mind, that should be enough to occupy you.

You won't get outside walks or visits. It's just too risky for him, and he really doesn't like seeing other people look at you. If you really, really beg, and you've been on amazing behavior, and you're well into your relationship, maybe a few months or so, there's a chance he'll take you out at nighttime, or sunrise, but at the slightest sign of intentions he doesn't like, you'll be dragged back, and you won't see the sun for a long time.

You'll have a very limited wardrobe, he doesn't see why you even need to wear anything, but if you're going to be stubborn, he can get you something simple, like an old shirt and some underwear, but that's about all you can have. Any requests for actual clothing are going to be denied. It's ridiculous for him to spend money on something you don't need, and besides, he prefers it this way, y'know?

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Generally, it's a simple one: obey. You do what he tells you to do, and you don't do something if he tells you not to. This stems to similar rules that develop: be submissive, don't be argumentative, don't be defiant. Follow those, and you can both be happy, and that's what you want, isn't it? It had better be - he's not very lenient, and will harshly punish even small offenses. As for that punishment... most of it isn't going to be sfw. That's just how he is.

What he will do is emotionally manipulate you, and he's rather good at it. You wanted to escape? Ok. He'll let you have your way, let you be alone. All alone. All by yourself, in a little room, with no one at all, which is exactly how you would have left him, had you succeeded. He knows very well how that kind of loneliness bites. He's not totally cruel, though, and he won't withhold affection from you by the time he returns -- he doesn't need to, you'll already be crying and apologizing, which is exactly what he hoped for. Not that he won't briefly mock you for it.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're crying like that because you actually missed me. Oh, you did? Being all alone isn't particularly fun, now is it? I'm sure you understand that now."

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Kaeya's an insanely jealous person. It doesn't show on his face, but it eats at him internally. It doesn't matter if it's a love interest, a platonic friend, even a family member. It's all the same -- people who want to take your attention away from him, people who you smile at that aren't him, people you love that aren't him. He's not one to delude himself into thinking everyone secretly loves you romantically, rather, it doesn't matter. Romantic interests are the worst threat, sure, but friends and family aren't much better.

He sees himself as above killing, though. He has people to do that for him, and he likes knowing that he has that much power. He's not going to dirty his hands with it, and frankly, they're not even worthy of his time and effort to kill them. Knights and other connections can take care of it just as well.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

As somewhat previously discussed, the primary form of making him mad is attempting an escape. That's on a whole new level of anger because it strikes at a very deep, wounding insecurity. On a normal day, though, he's more easily exasperated than angry. He gets frustrated somewhat easily, especially if you're trying exceptionally hard to be a brat. He has very clear warning signs. His signature little smirk drops, he gets quiet, he balls his hands into fists and digs his fingernails into his palms. At that stage, he's irritable and might snap at you, but won't get too angry until you ignore those signs and push it.

If you do push him, though, he gets genuinely mad, which is a very quiet anger at first -- he doesn't talk much when he's mad. He acts. You'll know he's snapped when he puts down whatever he's doing, and just silently stomps over to you, face completely empty and flat, looking down at you with a cold expression. It's enough to put fear in you, but at that point, even if you apologize, you're not getting out of whatever he's planned.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Strongly in the "below" camp, a rather unusual stance for a yandere. Like many things with him, there's an inexplicable duality going on there.  You would think that if you loved someone so strongly you'd kidnap them, kill for them, and potentially suffer consequences just to have them, that you would really think highly of them. On the flip side, you would think that if you really saw someone as lowly, you wouldn't care for them, you'd see them as disposable.

But neither is true for Kaeya, no, he balances both obsessive love and complete narcissism regarding you. You're not disposable, no, he can't live without you, he needs you. But at the same time, you're not gonna be on any kind of pedestal. No, if anything, he sees himself on one, more like a throne, and you on the floor before him, how things should be.

He has a similar mindset to Zhongli or Albedo - you're fragile, you're dumb, you're incapable, and you need someone to care for you, protect you, guide you, someone who knows what's best for you, since you clearly don't. However, he's lacking in the attitude those other two have -- there's no seeing you as an angel here. There's no viewing himself as being absolutely honored to take care of you, or viewing protecting and caring for you as some kind of privilege that they're blessed to do, the way those two do.

No, as much as he loves those things, he'll never admit it, not even to himself really. Rather, his mentality is that you should be grateful. Here he is, a very highly respected, accomplished, capable person, and you...? You have what to offer, exactly? That's right, nothing, really, only cuteness and obedience, the latter of which you refuse to give him even though you really ought to. He's taking on the burden of making sure you don't get yourself killed, and how do you repay him? By getting mad about it, throwing a fit like some little kid? He puts up with your tantrums, which are really undeserved, by the way. He puts up with your disobedience and repeated rule violations, your sheer determination to defy him when he's going out of his way to do what's best for you.

One day, he thinks, you'll mature a little bit and understand why he does what he does, and when you do, you'll come groveling and sniffling about how sorry you are, how you'll never defy him again, how you'll be good and obedient from now on, and he'll love every second of it. He looks forward to that day quite a bit.

"Sigh... you know, you're pretty lucky I love you so much. You could stand to show me a little thanks, don't you think?"

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's strongly determined, and yet... doesn't do much to try. It goes back to his mindset that really, you're the one who should be grateful for him, and eventually, you will love him. He's not gonna grovel to you or try different ways of making you love him, no, he's far too proud for that. But he's a smart man. He knows the effects that complete and total isolation other than one other person can have on someone. He's just going to sit back and wait for that effect to kick in, and slowly watch your fragile little mind deteriorate until you're desperate for affection. At which point, well, he can use it against you.

"You were so mean to me before, weren't you? You fought me every step of the way, and now you're just going to turn around and act like that didn't happen...? Well, if you're really sorry, I'll forgive you. But how am I supposed to believe you really are...? Maybe you can think of a way to prove it, hm?"

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Probably the severity of his degradation. As aforementioned, most yanderes, even the more confident or cocky individuals, either worship the ground their beloved walks on and sees themselves as beneath them, OR sees their darling as some sort of fragile, angelic being, and they are simply a protector or caretaker to that being.

It's a bit different with him, ever the narcissist. It's a strange duality born out of a rare mix of neediness, obsession, and pride. You're more like a toy, or a pet - an invaluable pet that he could never part with, but a pet nonetheless. He certainly looks down on you more than the average yandere - he mentally associates you as naive, fragile, even dumb like a lot of the aforementioned protector/caretaker types, but without the reverence to make up for it.

It's a bizarre duality that not even he fully understands - don't think for a moment that that means he'll ever tire of you, or view you as disposable. No, he's actually one of the most obsessive ones, yet very demanding of attention and praise, rather than giving it.

He frequently tests you - things like leaving the door unlocked, waiting outside just to see if you'll try it. Seeing you open that door, watching your face go from ecstatic excitement and drop to wide-eyed terror, it's priceless.

"My, my, you didn't waste any time at all, did you? Why do you look so surprised...? You should know I wouldn't slip up that badly."

Pet names, but in the most infuriatingly condescending way, and uses them more often when he's mad and trying to warn you that you're pushing his limits. Particularly fond of "sweetheart," especially with a low warning tone and clenched teeth.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Horny fucker, all the way. The man has a lot of stress and frustration in his life already, that much more if you're... less than compliant with your new lifestyle. Sex, especially rough and hard, is a fantastic stress reliever.

Very little reservation. He's not crude about it, but he tends to make subtle innuendos very frequently, and laughs at your embarrassed reactions. Definitely the type to pull the whole shtick in which he says something with a blatant sexual undertone, then elaborates in a way to make it sound like having meant something else, follows with that smirk and says, "Why? What did you think I meant?" It's something he really enjoys doing, and loves to get embarrassed reactions out of people, particularly yourself.

"Touchy" doesn't begin to describe it. Pretty much from the moment you meet him, he's got his hands somewhere on your person. He grabs your shoulders when he stands behind you, he wraps an arm around you from the side when he walks up to you, he's always pressing his hands on your back and sides whenever you're navigating the streets, walking through doorways, wraps an arm around your waist when sitting next to you. It's highly uncomfortable, but really, he's just got something very subtly, but very strongly intimidating about him. You almost don't want to confront him on it. If you do, he'll laugh it off, and stop -- for maybe 48 hours or so, and then he'll be right back at it.

To the surprise of, well, everyone who's ever met him, he doesn't actually live up to the rumors of having been around the block, so to speak. His experience is actually little to none - that kinda happens when you push everyone around you away. Not that he'd ever let you know that, of course, and will probably lie if asked, but you can gleam a little bit of truth from slightly awkward movements and a bit of noticeable shakiness.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Kind of like Razor, the issue is that he loves you, and what better way is there of expressing love? He's not much for gift-giving or words of affirmation - no, he's a lot better with words of degradation, it comes more naturally to him. And he's certainly not one to enjoy acts of service -- well, not doing them, he'll gladly take them as a sign of your love, though. No, he expresses love through touch. It's like how, when you hug someone you really love, someone you missed, you squeeze them extra tight - the love manifests as a physical urge for some strong expression. Humans are physical about their emotions -- we punch walls when we're mad, we jump up and down when we're happy, and when you love someone, sometimes you just really, really want to pound them into a mattress as hard as physically possible. That's normal. That, and really, he's got his vices. He's actually fairly weak when it comes to resisting temptations, and prone to give in to urges for physical sensations like drunkenness and sex.

Is another one to be convinced that, with time, you'll come around. And is absolutely the top candidate to be one for using your own body against you - if you get wet, if you whimper, if you cum, that's just proof that you really do want this, that you're just being difficult because you enjoy being a brat, and he'll be sure to tell you that.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

This is nearly indistinguishable from punishment, sadistic bastard

D/S dynamics

Arrogant fucker wants to be served and worshipped, you could see it coming from a mile away. Anything that puts you beneath him is going to make him happy - anything where you're where you're supposed to be. There's a lot of options, but it doesn't really matter, as long as he feels like he's in control and ownership of you in some way, and as long as you act accordingly.

He wants it to be something that’s not just for sex, but rather, he’ll end up carrying it over into normal life, whether you like it or not. If you just went along with it in hopes of getting it over with once he cums, you’re going to be in for a treat when it starts to carry over. He gets a little too used to being worshipped, and decides he likes that submissive attitude on you enough to want to see it all the time.

Petplay/Collaring

It really helps that he sees you as something of a pet already, but really, the collar is the selling point. Even if you never go outside, there's something unbearably hot about the possessiveness of it all - really, it's there to remind you of your status as property. He wants to own you, and for you to be forced to acknowledge that he owns you, and there's really no better way to do that than something with his name on it. It's even better with a leash, one he can pull on when he's fucking you to pull you back onto him over, and over, and over, hearing it choke you the more he shortens it.

But really, having you crawl towards him on all fours and obey little commands so simple they're humiliating is pretty nice, too.

Impact pain/painplay

There's really nothing quite so powerful feeling as watching you cry and squirm from it, y'know? He's another one that just likes the marks his hands, belts, or anything else can leave all over the skin of your ass and the back of your legs. The thing with him, though, is it's not even always a punishment, he just does it for fun, and that makes it unpredictable. Will definitely make you count, it's a sadistic torture for your mind and body.

Throatfucking

May be used as a punishment measure, may just be because he's craving it, either way, even if you have a gag reflex, you won't for very long. He'll train it out of you gradually, grabbing the back of your head and just slamming all the way down into your throat, holding you there, making you choke - it's a beautiful sound, really, listening to you gag, all while your throat spasms around him, it's the best feeling, really, and will definitely be used as a threat if you need incentives to behave.

Choking

Ties into the dynamics, but really, there’s not much to say on this one. He likes the power trip from having his hands wrapped around your throat, seeing you struggle, watching your face go red, hearing those little choking noises. It puts power over you into his hands, and if you get pleasure from it against your own will, that’s even better.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Absolutely one of the ones to use it as a tool. If you have a baby, you'll be so much more bound to him. You'll need him more, you'll want him around more, you'll be much less likely to leave, and in a way it feels a little bit like a sign of ownership over you.

That being said, he's also acutely aware of his jealous tendencies, and realizes he would also be very likely to become jealous if he felt like you loved a baby more than him, or gave it more attention and affection than you do him. He doesn't like the thought.

So ultimately, the latter side prevents him from willingly trying, but if you really, really have defiance issues even after he's tried everything he can to break you help you adjust, he might consider it.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

If it's mild enough, he can just take the route of extremely rough fucking - it gets rid of the frustration, he likes hearing you whimper and squeal, and he can leave lots of little bruises as reminders of what not to do in the future.

But, again, he already gets off to putting you in pain - it'll be that much worse when you've done something to deserve it. Harder hits, no mercy whatsoever, and he just loves all your little cries, wiping away your tears and smiling at you, right before bringing down whatever instrument of pain he's chosen again. If you really, really make him mad, and he really wants to make you cry, he's not above fucking your ass, either, watching you cry and beg, but you'll learn with time that begging doesn't ever get you out of anything.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Definitely an ass man. Likes fucking you in doggy, seeing the ripple every time you bounce back off of him, pulling your hair or arms to add some force. He likes seeing all the little red marks that his hands and belts and anything else will leave on the skin, views it like marks of possession. Grabbing, beating, fucking, it's all good.

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How The Team Figure Out You’re Together

These are the first criminal minds drabbles i’ve ever written so please go easy on me! So these are ‘how the team figures out you’re together’ for: Hotch, Spencer, Morgan, and Emily.

Summary: With a team of profilers around, it’s only a matter of time until at least one of them figures out you’re together. This is how you give yourselves away.

Warnings: Some short and non-specific references to drugs and case-violence. Gender neutral reader in all cases except Emily’s (happy to adapt this if wanted!)

A/N: this is a new blog and i’m accepting requests so please feel free to fire any headcanon/drabble/fic requests my way :)

Hotch

With your jobs being what they are, there’s a need for a very clear boundary between professional and personal. So, at work he’s Hotch, Hotchner, sir. At home, he’s Aaron, babe, sir. It took some getting used to at first, there were some slips of the tongue at home when you’d shout “Hotch, dinner’s ready!” But, for the most part, you’d gotten pretty good at slipping into it with relative ease. To you, it’s kind of like they’re different people anyway. Stern leader Hotchner who barks commands is an entirely different person to deal with than Aaron who asked to borrow your pink fluffy socks while you watched a romcom last night (he said he had forgotten to do laundry, but you had your reservations about whether that was true, not that you blamed him).

It’s a Wednesday morning and you’re all sat on the jet, having been called out to a pretty gnarly case in Idaho.

Hotch is making himself a coffee when the plane jerks and you all go flying and he trips sideways and

You’re shouting “Aaron!” in a concerned tone before it even registers that it’s left your mouth

And Morgan’s looking at you with that shit-eating smirk on his face, quirking his eyebrow as if to say ‘Aaron? Did you just say Aaron?’

Hotch is more flustered than anything, he’d thankfully already set down the pot and the coffee he was holding wasn’t too hot so he’s just wiping himself off with napkins and trying to ignore the fact that Emily’s staring at him and his cheeks are a little more flushed than he’d like them to be

You try to play it off with a much more casual “Are you okay?”

 He looks at you and nods, comes to sit back next to you but sits a little straighter in his seat and makes an exaggerated effort to talk to Dave

You and Aaron laugh about it when you get back to the hotel room together that night. He puts on an imitation of your voice and mimics the way you’d shouted his name, shaking his head, “You know if you’re going to react like that when I’m a cup of coffee that could be a problem in our line of work.”

You roll your eyes, “Well you’ve got a bullet proof vest for unsubs, I’m sure we can find something to protect your hands from the very real threat that is boiling water.”

He laughs, jostling you closer to him and kissing the top of your head, “So dutifully concerned. You got the worried spouse act nailed.”

“And on a plane full of profilers.”

 “They won’t say anything.”

 “No, luckily for you they respect you too much to mention it to you.”

They do mention it to him though. You manage to get past maybe another two weeks before you all go out for drinks together. Apparently, they had their suspicions, but your accidental ‘Aaron’ was all the confirmation they needed.

They’re all incredibly happy for you though. Which is nice, even if part of the reason they’re so happy is because it means they have something to tease you about.  

Spencer

You and Spencer have been close ever since you joined, what with you both being the babies of the team. It bonded you together, that and the fact you got on really well.

He always comes to either you or J.J with problems, and lately he’s been leaning on you a lot more.

But nobody really thinks all that much of it, J.J’s just had Henry and Spencer probably doesn’t want to worry about bothering her with his problems. That’s what everyone chalks it down to.

Until you’re on a case that involves drugs. Spencer’s a little on edge throughout the case and you stay with him throughout. You bring him coffees and ask him questions to help keep him distracted, stay late with him so you can focus on narrowing down the letters that have been sent in by the unsub. You don’t know all that much about handwriting analysis but you play it off as just providing a second set of eyes. Spencer really appreciates that.

Like he really appreciates that. That you easily play off your concern for him as just you helping with the case. It’s said with such ease and so convincingly that he almost believes it and that takes the pressure off, makes him feel less like a burden.

He manages to keep himself together while you work the case. You keep a watchful eye on him, not suffocating him or hovering, just making sure he knows you’re close by.

And everybody thinks you’re just being a supportive friend, because J.J is there to lend a hand too.

It’s not until the end of the case, when the unsub has been caught, interviewed, everything is wrapped up, that he lets himself fall apart a little.

You’re headed back to the hotel room you and Emily have been sharing, when you come back to find Spencer stood outside of it.

He opens his mouth to speak but the words don’t come out.

“It’s okay,” you say, taking a step to close the gap between you, “Can I?”

He nods.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him just the right amount of tight. And he practically falls into your arms, clasping your body to his. His eyes squeeze shut and this look of contentment. The tension in his body releases for the first time in days. You have one hand resting on his back, holding close to you. The other is smoothing down the errant curls of his hair.

“I’m so proud of you Spence,” you murmur, “I’m so proud of you.”

Emily gets off the elevator and, yeah maybe it’s not such an unusual sight to see you embracing. Unusual for Spencer but after a difficult case like that it’s more than understandable.

No,it’s when he opens his eyes slightly that it clicks for her.

The safety he feels, the warmth, the trust, everything that’s conveyed in his eyes. It’s a look of a man who knows he’s home.

Morgan

 You’re pretty sure that everybody on the team at least knows that Morgan has a crush on you.

 He’s never really been very subtle about it in all honesty, he’s been incredibly protective of you since you joined, has gone out of his way to make you feel included and make you laugh and just take care of you however he could.

 Somehow you were the only person who hadn’t realised how he felt about you.

 And when that changed, after a particularly tough case when you leaned into him and he looked at you and you got a little too close and he kissed you and…

Well, after that, you did kind of see what he meant by “Not being sure how much more obvious he could be about it”

It’s after your fourth sleepover together that he says it, “Wanna ride into work together?”

“And people will think we’re coming in together becaaaause?”

Baby, everybody knows I’m crazy about you.”

“Yeah they know you’re crazy about me, I think I’ve done a little bit better a job keeping myself together.

He rolls his eyes, he knows you’re right and it equal parts irritates and impresses him that you’re the youngest of them all, have the least experience, and somehow have managed to act like nothing has even changed between you the past few weeks.

Even though it has, by a lot.

 “Come on, please?”

 You have to give in to him then because he looks at you so softly and with so much love. And you do want to put him out of his misery of having everybody at work thinking he’s pining for someone who doesn’t have any idea about it.

 It’s just fun seeing how frustrated he gets at how well you’ve kept it together.

Luckily it’s just a day of being stuck at the office with paperwork, you only got back from a case two days ago and the serial killers of America seem to be allowing you one kindness.

Morgan has his arm around you from the moment you hop out of the car.

“I thought you wanted to tell the team?”

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head, “I want to tell everybody.”

But he’s happy, he’s smiling. So you let him steer you inside, with his arm around you. He greets absolutely everybody you pass whose name he knows, and one guy whose name you don’t know but he claims ‘either works in homicide or sex crimes and definitely spends way too long staring at your ass whenever he drops by.’

Emily, Rossi, and Spencer are all sat at their desks when you come in.

“Good morning,” He greets loudly, making sure to get their attention.

“Morgan!” You chastise him.

Emily grins when she looks up and spots you, “Well look who finally made his move.”

“Two weeks ago actually,” he corrects, “I just wasn’t allowed to show it off before now.”

“Even better, Hotch owes me 20 bucks.”

Emily

Neither you nor Emily are out at work. And that’s fine. Really, you like it better that the rest of the team doesn’t know this aspect of your business. If anything, it makes it easier. You two can head home from a night at the bar together, or share a hotel room, or grab breakfast together in the mornings without raising any suspicion at all. Heteronormativity has very few perks, but you’re willing to admit that’s one of them.

It’s a Saturday, J.J and Garcia are off out for drinks. They tried to convince you to go to girls night but this was a Saturday night off. You had your own girls night planned.

You told them you were busy with an old friend, and Emily said she had a date (technically hers wasn’t a lie).

Dinner and wine quickly evolved into kissing on the couch though.

“You’re so pretty,” she mumbles against your lips.

“You’re prettier,” you correct her.

Your hands tangle themselves in her hair, she shifts so that she’s basically sat on your lap. The kisses are more urgent now, deeper, passionate. Her hand is on the small of your back, pulling you closer to her.

And then you hear it.

“Emily we know you’re home! The lights are on! Come and drink with us!” Comes the shout of Penelope, from the front door.

“Yeah Emily, we have tequila!” J.J slurs in support.

Naturally, being semi-tipsy adult women, you decide the best plan is for you to hide. So you creep up the stairs, deciding the spare bedroom is the safest, hiding behind the door.

Emily answers, meaning to get rid of them but before she can even react, Garcia is on her. Arms flung around her while she wails drunkenly about how happy she is that Emily’s back from her date.

“Wait! Where is he! You have sex hair!” Garcia, annoyingly observant even when hammered, notes.

Emily’s so busy being smothered in Garcia’s hugs that she doesn’t even notice J.J making her way up the stairs.

And that’s how you come face to face with her.

“_____!” she exclaims, “Wait, why are you here? This isn’t the bathroom. Garcia, ____’s here!”

And there’s no real way to explain your way out of that one. Not between Emily’s tousled hair and the fact you are hidden away upstairs. You fabricate some excuse about coming over after Emily’s date and how you’d been planning to call them to ask them to join. They’re just drunk enough, and polite enough, that they don’t press it. You know they know.

Neither of you are really too bothered that they know. Half the reason you hadn’t bothered telling them was dealing with a whole sideshow about it.

And if thinking you really don’t want them knowing stops that from happening? Well, you can both live with that.

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dal | teacher with benefits.

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kim seokjin

BigHit liked to keep things interesting with their groups. They liked to make you do different activities that your fans could watch with their premium subscription. For the next project, they wanted you girls to make a cooking series. All four of you were supposed to share your favorite recipes and cook them together with your viewers on stream.

Thing is, your favorite dish was so fucking basic that they didn't allow you to make it on stream. “It'd be over in fifteen minutes,” had been the excuse. Very rude.

So what did they do? They sent you over to Jin with the full intention of him teaching you some fancy recipe that you could do for your fans and followers.

But that... didn't really work out that well.

“It'll burn, (Y/N),” Jin managed to moan out, but his hand was still in your hair as you were on your knees in front of him, pushing your head forward so that you were almost deepthroating him. 

You released his dick with a plop after his grip had losened and looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Do you really want me to stop, when you're so close?”

You had started secretly seeing each other about two months ago and well... the relationship was still fresh and exciting, so these kind of things happened. All good.

“No,” he turned off the stove, “I'll just write you up a recipe later.”

Yeah, and to Taehyung, that came in two minutes after Jin came? That wasn't cream on your cheek.

min yoongi

You absolutely loved learning how to make music from Yoongi. He always had so many new ideas when it came down to producing. But given your... relationship, things could get heated very quickly.

It was a flirty comment here, a look there and before you knew it, “working on a new song” was not on the agenda anymore.

Instead, Yoongi made sure that his studio was thoroughly locked and was now watching you ride him with a grin.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you complained, “It's distracting me.”

“Do your members know this is what we do when you're supposed to work, baby girl?”

“Do your members know this is what you do with their friend they’re so protective of?” you clapped back, leaning forward and hovering over his lips, “Tell me, daddy. Do you tell them about how I ride you like this? How I take your dick so well?”

This was exactly the reason why you kept on doing this, over and over again, because you could keep up with him.. easily. You were the challenge that Yoongi had been missing in his life.

jung hoseok

The sexual tension between Hoseok and you during your daily dance sessions had become so much, that neither of you had control over your feelings, wants and needs anymore.

It hadn’t always been this way, at first, it truly was just you and him practicing your dance moves together. But then the performances changed. They became sexier, the songs more sensual...

And so he had pinned you against the mirror and the two of you had started making out. Wasn't long after until he fucked you against it, so hard, that he had to put his hand over your mouth so that your screams wouldn't make anyone hear and come in here.

It felt way too good to have only been a one time thing. Even if the two of you didn't talk about it afterwards, nor any other time that you met after that. It just happened again the next time the two of you practiced on your own.

And you were sure that it'd keep on happening.

kim namjoon

This was supposed to be you helping Namjoon on an English speech that he was supposed to deliver next week, but it somehow ended with you on top of him.

Nevertheless, you were here for a reason and you were too stubborn to just let him have his way with you without putting in any work.

“Move, baby,” he whispered, but you shook your head.

“Repeat that sentence again, this time, with the proper pronunciation.”

“Oh, come on,” Namjoon laughed, “You've got to be kidding me,” but when you leaned back, your hands on his knees, your breasts on full display, he did what you asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment and shook your head, “Again.”

His jaw dropped and – as expected – it didn't take him five seconds to turn you around and push your legs back.

“Funny to think you're the one to be in the position of making demands of me. You keep on forgetting your place, love.”

Ah, shit. One day.

park jimin

“You can go higher,” Jimin put his hand on your stomach, “Just try it.”

“I can't... this is the highest I can go, seriously!”

Jimin let out a sigh, “You and I both know that's not true.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Well... last night... the night before. You were begging me to go harder in a much higher pitch than what you're..-” but you immediately put your hand over his mouth, looking around as if anyone had heard him. Nobody but you was in the studio, though, so you slowly pulled it back, revealing a grinning Jimin, “Let me show you again just how high your voice can get.”

“Wait.. here?”

His hands were already on your waist and he placed a single kiss on your lips, “Door's are locked, no cameras... we got this place all to ourselves. And the more I think about you screaming my name in here, knowing that it's soundproof, the more I like the idea.”

The pool between your legs couldn't say anything against that.

kim taehyung

“I really don't get it,” you sighed heavily, “How am I supposed to find the best part, when I don't even know what I'm looking for. You’re as perfect as the girls, it’s all “the best part”,” you dropped your arms, the camera still in your hand, looking at your boyfriend sitting on the bed.

He was giving you a crash course on photography, but only because your members kept on complaining that you took shitty pictures of them for Instagram and needed to get better at it.

“I'll make this easier for you,” your mind was absolutely blank when he said that, but your mouth dropped when he got up and pulled down sweatpants plus panties, revealing his dick to you, “This, is my best part.”

“I..- I mean..- Yeah, but..-”

Taehyung started laughing when you became flustered and even took off his shirt. And even though you had seen him naked countless of times, this felt different.

“Take pictures. I'll be your model. Do whatever you want with me.”

Yeah... this wasn't about the pictures, you realized that very, very soon.

jeon jeongguk

Being an idol required a lot of stamina for performing and who better to be your personal couch than Jeon Jeongguk himself. He was the best when it came down to stamina, after all.

Just that, given your personal history together, his teaching methods were very different from what a professional personal trainer would have done with you.

“I can't..-” you wanted to stop, but Jeongguk didn't let you get up from his lap.

You had been riding him for fifteen minutes already, you had orgasmed twice already and he was forcing himself not to cum, only so that you'd have to ride him more.

“Yes, you can. Come on, sweetheart. I want to cum inside you. Can I do that?”

Given the fact that you reached your orgasm twice already and he hadn't, you felt bad and continued. And then you reached your third and he still hadn't cum... and used that same fucking excuse again.

That man would make your legs the prettiest in this world with this method.