#anyone not constantly taking tests wouldn't notice

[briarlily]

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[callie-the-creator]

ayato aishi dating a yandere!reader hcs

sfw. warnings: yandere & obsessive behavior, jealousy, mentions of elimination of rivals, etc.

author’s note: this was also posted on my wattpad, just wanted to tell you all that beforehand, so no need to worry!

• when he realized that you were the same as him, ayato turned into the surprised pikachu meme, just looking at you all like: (ʘᗩʘ')

• but how did ayato find out, exactly? well...it took him a good few days to connect the dots fully. he didn't suspect you to be a yandere until well into dating you, that's when he started noticing things. a few of his shirts and other garments were missing— which is to be expected— but when he asked you about them, you pretended like you had no clue what happened to them which further deepened his curiosity. next, ayato began to pick up on things like whenever he wouldn't be hanging out with you and would be out doing whatever, he'd miraculously bump into you. quite the coincidence, isn't it? that's what ayato tried to chalk it up to at first but soon found out that you were following him around.

• soooo, one day when you were out of your house with your family, ayato took it upon himself to snoop

— he climbed into the window leading into your bedroom and practically turned the place upside down. of course, he was careful. he didn't want to give off the impression to you, along with your family, that he was ever here. ayato started by going through your drawers and found some of his clothes stashed inside (which he may or may not have stolen back) before opening your closet where he came face to face with a shrine dedicated to him.

— it was nothing compared to his, sure, but it was still impressive. not only that, but you had printed out some photos of him and littered them around the shrine.

• after he was looking through things, he left with his stolen clothes in tow but when you got back home and returned to your room, you felt something was off because of one thing that caught your attention: the window was open, something you definitely weren't responsible for. afraid that one of your parents was in your room or worse, you began looking around only to find that ayato's shirts and boxers that you had taken a while back had disappeared. scoffing, you pulled out your phone and texted him: "were you in my room??"

— ayato, as expected, tried to deny this but you easily saw through this act of his because you were well aware of the fact that before you agreed to be his girlfriend, he was stalking you. what followed was a conversation where both of you just let things hang out and confessed to a slew of things, you more so than ayato but luckily, you two continued to date after this (but it's not like either one of you would let the other leave willingly).

• you and ayato constantly vie for each other's attention, engaging in elaborate schemes to outdo one another in displays of affection; from leaving love notes hidden in unexpected places to planning extravagant surprises.

• you two are fiercely protective of each other, to the point where you may occasionally clash with anyone they perceive as a threat to your relationship

— ayato is more physical about it though. there will be times when he'll show up at your doorstep all bruised and bloody. he loves how worried you look when you help clean him up! even more when you pout, thinking he was the one who got hurt, and embrace him in a hug as you play with his hair

— when you get jealous over someone, it's the complete opposite. you're vocal about it, maybe not to ayato, but to the person you view as a rival. so, when you find them the next day at school, you'll outright tell them that ayato is your boyfriend. if they continue to be a problem, that's when you'll take things to the next level and eliminate them.

• both of you are skilled manipulators, adept at bending others to their will, testing each other's boundaries, and pushing the limits of control but they would only do the latter to their partner. though, there is really a 50/50 chance that their manipulation and gaslighting would work on another.

• anyway, good luck dating each other because you can't leave haha 🫡

[necrotic-nephilim]

I think what I love the most about Reverse Robin AU TimJay is the absolute potential for hero worship with Jason toward Tim. In canon we often forget that Tim didn't really care for Jason as Robin, meanwhile as I never shut up about, Jason has been weirdly respecting and obsessed with Tim since finding out about Tim's existence. So if you flip their order, make Tim Red Hood and make Jason Red Robin, there's so much room for hero worship from Jason.

As Robin, Jason has always teetered that edge of being pro-murder or not. Whether you believe he killed Felipe or not, even in his Post-Crisis introduction as Robin, he almost kills Two Face. Those concepts of lethal justice have always been brewing inside him, just reigned in by Bruce. So if you have Robin!Jason witnessing Red Hood!Tim start killing people and quickly making noticeable change in the landscape of gangs in Gotham, Jason would take quick notice. I think Tim as Red Hood would still be lethal, but there'd be a different application than Jason's Red Hood. Heads in duffle bags isn't Tim's style, even if he kills. I think you'd see something much more akin to that time Tim almost killed Boomerang, where it's such an elaborately thought out set up, it realistically doesn't even look like Tim killed anyone. It'd take months for Bruce to connect this string of deaths as anything other than coincidental, let alone link them to Red Hood. And Jason is wickedly smart, even as Robin. Jason, putting those pieces together before Bruce does and witnessing the undeniable positive change for Gotham it's enacting? Robin!Jason would be incredibly drawn in by that, and then even more-so, a Red Robin!Jason who has to grapple with being replaced to make room for the next Robin would I think, in anger, turn to Red Hood. And Tim would push him away at first, his plans don't have room for a scorned teenager who's trying to get back at Bruce and Nightwing!Damian like this- but I think Jason would wear him down. Prove to Tim that Jason can think on his wavelength.

Slightly related, what interests me about Red Hood!Tim is how it'd implicate his closeness to Ra's. Jason is taken into the League by Talia in Lost Days and Ra's doesn't necessarily approve of Jason's presence, especially not of Talia dunking him in the Pit, but Ra's has always canonically been A Little Weird about Tim. I think in a world Tim dies as the second Robin, it would be Ra's who dunks Tim to preserve his mind that Ra's thinks shouldn't be wasted, and you have the potential for 'apprentice of Ra's' Tim wrapped up in it all, even without him experience the Red Robin arc. So when it's Jason as Red Robin, instead of him going to Ra's when he's scorned by the Batfamily, he goes to Tim. The person he once idolized, because I think Tim would've been Jason's Robin. Smart, competent, a strong legacy to live up to. And now he's back, and he's pro-killing, an edge that Jason has always teetered on and would feel even closer to when he's replaced by a young Dick. I think Tim wouldn't ever be able to get rid of Jason.

Then on Tim's side, I think his reaction to being replaced after his death would be a complicated one. Objectively, being the Robin who believes Batman needs a Robin, he'd respect the logic and know Bruce was always going to replace him eventually. But still, there's always going to be that instinctual emotional reaction of betrayal and replacement. I think he'd view Jason at first with anger and distance, but then, seeing Jason as this street kid with begrudging potential, I could see Red Hood!Tim testing Jason. Constantly throwing things at Jason, seeing how he reacts, if he lives up to being Robin. Tim has a need for analyzing people, understanding their strengths and weaknesses. And he seems the Robin mantle very uniquely, he'd need to have it proven to him that Jason can handle it.

So you would have this dynamic of Jason hero worshipping Tim, slowly believing in Tim's methodology. While Tim is at first dismissive of him, but then starts to test him, see what makes this kid tick. And I think the TimJay potential of Jason trying to prove himself to Tim could be Neat.

[screechingsandwichtriumph]

Billy Loomis x reader x Stu macher

Billy loomis and stu macher? Ik they aren't on ur list but it would be fun to see a male nerd reader x billy and stu (yandere ofc)

Someone asked this and somehow I deleted it , so I'm sorry but I will write about them

Also , I am infact a girl , and this is the first time that I am writing for male reader , so if this is a bit not good sorry://

Summary: you are Billy's and Stu's obsession. How they are before you get together and after you do

Warnings: yandere , implied murder , implied stalking, that's all

You are literally so perfect and handsome and beautiful and smart , they can't even properly function around you

You had not been part of their original plan who was more about revenge , but you now definably were

People who flirt with you? Well they are instantly befriended and added to the friend group

The plan is to kill all of them , along with Sydney and her friends

You were in one of Stu's classes since forever and he always thought you were super cute when answering questions

But his obsession with you started later on when Billy talked to him about you

Billy had officially met you when he was running of from class , and bumped into you causing all your books to fall on the floor

He helped you pick them up and you smiled at him and he knew

" he has the most beautiful eyes , and his notebooks are all covered in little drawings. Also have you noticed him in class , how cute he is??"

Billy was rambling on and on about you , a thing unusual for him

And then Stu started noticing you more. In class and in the breaks.

They are stalkers

My boys will be following you home , knowing everything about you

Billy very strategically plans about how to approach you

When you all do end up getting together(how could you say no to those beauties and even if you could, they'd threaten you ) it is a mix of amazing and horrible

They cater to your every need. Stu is very rich , so you will miss nothing

They study with you

Or at least they'd try until Stu got bored and now somehow you all are in the kitchen eating

Is anyone annoying you? No , not anynore

They are willing to take it to the extremes for you, killing , stealing, vandalizing, the whole packet

You will never have one moment of peace with those boys. Not. One

They will excitedly support you to your studies and let me tell you , the praise you get every time you do good on a test , makes it all worth it

Sleepovers at Stu's

Billy is willing to give effort to school work , so maybe sometimes he will ask you to help him with something

You end up making out

Every single time

All of you watch unhealthy amounts of horrors together

Even better if you are the scared type , since they have you nestling in their arms in no time , your head buried at their chest in fear

They would be the type of yanders to kidnap you , but they wouldn't really have to , since they are more than capable at flirting

Now ,the bad stuff

Extremely jealous, I don't think you can even speak to male teachers , without them fantasizing about killing the person

Super clingy and obsessed, you will not be going out on you own or with friends

Expect being constantly checked and spied on by those bitches

Istg they have no idea what personal space means

Diaries , assignments and all are not hidden from them

You will be desperately trying to pay attention to school and they will be right there , talking , laughing or touching you

Their presence is so addictive , you find yourself unable to concentrate when reading if none of them is there , and there is no way in hell you are sleeping without their touch/ voice

You're cooked. I'm sorry

[penkura]

knowing [2/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: uhhhh chapter two hype I guess lol.

[Ch. 1]

Nami noticed something weird after you all left Skypiea. You and Sanji being weirder than normal. She was constantly trying to push you two together, she wanted to see a romance on the Going Merry, and the two of you were her best bet, if anything ever happened.

Which she thought never would because you acted so shyly and Sanji acted like he didn't know what he was doing anymore around you. It was painful to watch, and she tried to get Robin in on it, but the older woman just smiled and said she should let potential love take its time. Nami hated that she was right, but every time you all approached a new island, she would do her best to pair you and Sanji up as buddies. Whenever it worked, you'd come back for a girl's night and be swooning over what a gentleman Sanji was, how he wouldn't let you carry a single bag or buy anything yourself, he did everything. You swore up and down he must've done that or would do that for any girl, but it didn't make you feel any less special.

In fact, once you arrived on Skypiea, Sanji had found flowers to give you three girls. Nami and Robin both received red ones, you were the lucky one to get a blue flower, which you later gushed to Nami that it matched his eyes. You were so gross with how head over heels you were for Sanji, but she really wanted to see you two together.

That's why Nami found it odd that you and Sanji seemed to spend more time apart after your return to solid ground, er…to the water anyway. You still would help him with cooking when Sanji let you, and he'd hang around you some evenings on the deck while everyone relaxed, but Nami didn't think anything much was happening outside of that.

Zoro, however, knew differently. He'd noticed real differences in how you and Sanji were around each other after leaving Alabasta. You had seemed slightly nervous when Robin ended up joining your crew, especially when Sanji was all too eager to welcome her, commenting briefly on how beautiful she was. Zoro watched you hover around while Usopp interrogated her, like you were just as suspicious of Robin, but for different reasons, and he thought you were being a bit ridiculous about it.

It's not like you and Sanji were together, right? He could do as he pleases and flirt all he wanted, you'd just have to suck it up and deal with it despite your feelings.

Well he thought so, until that evening when he heard you on the lower deck with Sanji after everyone else had gone to bed.

"Gosh, I felt stupid, I wanted to just hug you and tell Robin you're mine."

He heard Sanji laugh, Zoro thinking you were just messing around or possibly drunk. It really wasn't like you to say something like that when you were sober and in the right mind.

"You could have. I don't think anyone would have believed you."

"Nah, Zoro would have. You forget he's the one who's known me the longest."

"Hmm, that's true. You are the one who said to keep the flirting up though."

Hearing you sigh loudly and say that was true, Zoro could only assume you fell backwards on the deck or were leaning back to look at the stars. He heard Sanji offer to take you back to the girls bunks, but you mentioned you were next on night watch so you'd just stay, it wasn't long until you and Zoro had to swap anyway.

Not hearing anything more from either of you, Zoro leaned over the crow's nest just enough to see why you'd both become silent, catching you leaning into Sanji's shoulder with his arm around your waist.

So that's why she acted so jealous.

Zoro never said a word, having figured out you and Sanji were keeping your new relationship a secret for now, likely in case you decided it'd be better to stay friends.

Skypiea almost seemed like a test for the two of you. After landing and finding the beach where Sanji gifted you girls flowers, you ended up separated due to the laws of the place, Sanji with Luffy and Usopp while you were with everyone else. You weren't too worried, even as you stayed behind on the Merry with Chopper while Zoro, Robin, and Nami went exploring. The two of you were attacked of course, and until Chopper sounded the whistle for Ganfal to come help, you'd be able to keep your enemy back despite the damage Merry suffered. You ended up with a stab wound through the shoulder from Shura's Ordeal of String and burned your hand while trying to put out the fire on Merry, Chopper nearly in tears helping you with your injuries after he helped Ganfal too.

Sanji was just glad to see you were all right when he, Usopp, and Luffy finally reunited with the rest of you. He took note of the bandages on your shoulder and hand, pulling you aside while everyone was preoccupied with other things, asking you what happened if you were really all right. You told him what happened and reassured him you were perfectly fine, giving him a smile while he lightly hugged you and said he was glad, stealing a quick kiss and leaving you a blushing mess while he went to work on dinner again.

The next day you ended up following Zoro through the forest, Sanji demanding he watch you closely and Zoro just rolled his eyes before telling you to hurry up. He kept you safe while he fought the enemies he did, and once he and Robin had been injured by Eneru's attacks, you did your best to protect them while Nami went with the false god in her attempts to stop him.

You didn't know what happened with Sanji until Usopp jumped down from the giant gold ship with him, and you were shocked by how injured he was, he looked like he'd been electrocuted more than once and it terrified you.

Once you all were safe with the Skypieans and Shandians, once Sanji was awake and had Chopper replace his bandages, you did the same as he had before and pulled him away from everyone to make sure he was really okay. You asked him multiple times, your voice getting a bit more strained each time even when he said he was fine, you were trying so hard not to break down crying to him.

"I'm sure I'm fine, trust me. I'm standing aren't I?"

There was a soft smile on his face while Sanji watched you fight back tears. He'd not seen you cry before, and hated it would be his fault for having gotten injured, but he knew you were just worried about him.

"I…I know, I just…you're absolutely–"

"I'm sure, [Y/N]-chan, I promise."

Sanji pulled you into a hug, which you returned as you couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing into his bandages (you'd have to apologize to Chopper later). While you cried, Sanji quietly hushed you, saying everything was all right and he was definitely okay. He stroked your hair and apologized for worrying you, explaining he was protecting Nami and Usopp though you didn't need an explanation, you just somehow knew already that he'd been trying to protect your crewmates.

Zoro didn't mean to overhear your crying and Sanji quieting you, but he'd been sent by Nami to the exact spot she saw you drag the blond off to in order to bring you both back to prepare to leave soon. When he'd walked over, you'd just started sobbing and Zoro thought for a second Sanji did something to hurt you, he was ready to skewer the blond, until he heard him shushing you and explaining what had happened.

"It's okay, shh. I'm sorry I made you worry."

"I'm just…just g-glad you're all r-right!"

"Shh, I know. You need to calm down now, okay? Don't want anyone thinking I did something to make you cry."

Zoro heard you agree, and you started to breathe a little easier and your sobs went away soon after. He didn't have time to get far enough away before he heard Sanji say you two should rejoin everyone, so he stayed in place. Once you both stepped back out from behind your hiding place, the three of you stared at each other, you and Sanji holding hands while Zoro almost set a glare on him.

"A-ah um, Zoro what are…when did…why…"

"Nami sent me to get you two," he looked at your hands again before going back to glaring at Sanji, "We're leaving soon."

You nodded and now both boys were glaring at each other, it stayed like that a few minutes more before Sanji spoke up.

"Listen, moss head. If you tell anyone about us, I'll–"

"I'm not gonna say anything unless you hurt her. She's like my sister, so you better be good to her."

Turning to leave, Zoro didn't miss how shocked you and Sanji were, you'd half expected him to tell you that you needed to tell the rest of your crew sooner rather than later, but he didn't even do that. Just told Sanji not to hurt you or he'd basically be dead before he knew it. Sanji expected more of a fight, so he was even more shocked when Zoro just walked away, telling the two of you to hurry up or you'd become the newest residents of Skypiea.

Even after you left he kept his word, he didn't tell a single person, even as Zoro watched Nami try to pair you and Sanji up again and again.

He wondered how she was missing the obvious signs you two were together.

+!+

Robin was the next to find out about you and Sanji being an item. She didn't mean to, but it was after you all had saved her from the World Government, after you toppled Enies Lobby and brought your dear friend and archeologist back home to your little family. When you all had separated at Water 7, when Robin had been taken in by the government, Sanji took the lead on trying to get her back, eventually you all were together again at Enies Lobby, entering several battles to bring her home.

While Sanji and the others took on CP9 members, you again took to taking down lower members, this time Navy Men with the help of Galley-La and Franky's comrades. Those same groups helped you get back to your crewmates, to the Merry who had come to save you all, before you tearfully bid farewell to the ship that had been your home the last couple of months.

Once you made it back to Water 7, while you had to wait for a new ship to be built, you all took time recovering from your battle wounds and exploring the city a little more. Most of your time was spent with Zoro and Nami during the day, trying to help the former find a new sword and Nami taking you and Robin sometimes shopping for various items. You tried a few times to check in on Usopp, wanting him to return to you all, but every time you did so, he either had disappeared from the spot you saw him or you'd back down from talking to him. At least knowing he was alive was enough for you for the time being.

You absolutely would have spent more of your time with Sanji, but the two of you agreed to wait until a few days later, to keep suspicions off you from the rest of your crew. Eventually the two of you ventured out to the city on your own, you both left the rest of your crew for the day at separate times, meeting up elsewhere to throw them off.

Unfortunately for you, although it worked to start, Robin caught sight of you and Sanji when she was entering a shop with Nami. She didn't think too much of it until she noticed the two of you holding hands and the lovesick smiles you gave each other as you walked through the market.

Oh, I see then.

Robin decided she would keep what she saw to herself, at least that was her plan, until she heard Nami say "I knew it" when she saw you two herself.

Luckily you didn't hear her, and Nami suggested she and Robin quietly follow you to see what was going on. Robin wasn't going to agree to it, but Nami grabbed her by the arm too quickly.

She hoped you'd forgive them.

+!+

"Here, this is for you, mon cheri."

"You shouldn't spend your money on me, Sanji."

Giving you a smile, Sanji shook his head, telling you that he wanted to get this little gift for you, it wasn't a lot, but he thought you'd like it. While you were going through the marketplace, he ended up pulling you down an empty alley and giving you a small box. You really didn't want him to spend any of the money Nami gave him on you, you had your own, but it was still sweet of him to think of you!

You opened the box after a bit of back and forth with yourself about Sanji spending money on you already, but you let those thoughts go once you saw it was a simple little heart shaped charm on a silver chain. You smiled softly while Sanji blushed about it scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I just…I thought you'd like it so I bought it…you don't have to wear it or anything, it's no–"

You cut Sanji off by throwing your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he returned with his around your waist, though he was a bit confused until you looked up at him with a smile still.

"You're the sweetest thing in the world, I don't deserve you."

That comment and your sweet smile got to Sanji in an instant; eyes turning to hearts, face bright red with a grin, while he snuggled his face up against yours.

"Don't say that!! I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!!"

Giggling, you pulled Sanji even closer to you and kissed him, only stopping when you heard a voice yell "We caught you!"

For a moment you thought it was Marines and they were going to chase you and Sanji through Water 7, until you realized you knew that voice all too well, and you both looked to see Nami and Robin at the other end of the alleyway.

"When did this start?!"

"Uh…"

"And why didn't you," Nami pointed a finger at you, while you hid your face in Sanji's shoulder, "tell me?!"

"Nami," Robin placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder with a smile, "Let's give them a moment and maybe they can explain things to us."

The two stepped away with Nami saying you had better not run because she wanted every detail possible about when and how this happened. You didn't move a muscle, still hiding your face in Sanji's shoulder while he kept you close and stroked your hair to keep you calm. Eventually, he laughed a bit and it made you look up at him.

"What?" "Guess our secret's out," Sanji gave you a smile while you pouted a bit, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear before kissing you, "Let's go talk to Nami and Robin then, all right?"

[akutasoda]

title - 'you understand mechanical hands are the ruler of everything'

╰➜how does your relationship stand the test of time

dedicated to - robin!

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst?, sonnet length - 703

a/n: req by the lovely @strryskys <3 hope you're having a good day/night avery!!

when you started dating robin, you would have to be aware of a lot of things - anything ranging from her own status as an intergalactic star to everyday ups and downs. she would be extremely respectful of your privacy and her own, especially in the first stages of the relationship. at first, she would be extremely adamant on keeping your relationship out if the public's prying eyes. robin didn't need everyone knowing about her personal life, as difficult as that may be

and as your relationship progressed, she would ultimately listen to your request about the publicity of the relationship. if you preferred to keep it secret, robin would try her absolute hardest to help hide it from anyone that didn't need to know. but if you didn't mind, she still wouldn't go out of her way to show you off. if people found out, they found out - but she did secretly enjoy people knowing that she only had eyes for you.

a lot of sacrifices would have to be made on your end, some more voluntary than others. for example, she did travel around the cosmos quite often and she would love nothing more than for you to be there alongside her, but if you didn't want to she would respect your choice. instead she would stay with you whenever she could, and any strain that would put on the relationship would be dealt with in due time.

to her, you were always a comfort. someone that was a constant in her life no matter where she went - yes she had other people, namely her brother, but he was always so busy with business in penacony. robin adored having your presence alongside her, someone who helped her forget about any stress from the day and someone she could be herself around.

robin wouldn't have to worry about being robin the singer, no, with you she was just robin. robin who didn't have to worry about public image or anything to do with that, robin who could feel safe and loved. her personal life could often be the only place she could allow herself to let go and she wanted someone that respected this.

your relationship would be entirely a balanced one. if you were willing to put the effort in, so was she. robin needed you to be there and she would always be there for you in turn. she needed you to respect her schedules and lifestyle and she would respect yours, even trying to adapt more towards yours - a part of her was more keen to try and have a lifestyle away from constant spotlights.

however, to nobody's surprise, most of your issues in the relationship would stem from robin's profession. it kept her constantly busy, it was rare for her to always have a full day off regularly - most of the time she would have to make it clear she was taking a day off in advance. fortunately that was an issue that was easily overcome. the real issue came from the prying eyes of the public.

it was something neither of you could control. unfortunately, due to the fact that you were dating robin, someone would find out eventually whether you wanted them to or not - and from there, the news would spread like wildfire. everywhere you went, with robin or not, somebody would ask you about the relationship. the only way you could avoid getting asked questions would be if you went in disguise or robin helped you take security measures.

robin would feel bad about putting you through the unwanted attention of people that got way too interested in her personal life, but you would've been made well aware before you started dating.

however, any issues you two had were easily overcome or managed. as long as you both tried to make it work, it would. time could slip away and the two of you would barely notice as it wouldn't affect your relationship. yes, there would be a time that time would ultimately rip you two apart, but it wouldn't be prematurely.

[starmessngr410]

NCT WISH Scenarios - Types Of Crushes At School

Requested? Yes / No

My Own Idea? Yes / No

Disclaimer: These imagines are in no way depictions of the idols actual personalities, these are strictly for entertainment purposes. In these scenarios, the reader is gender neutral (as much as I can try) and is around the same age as Ryo and Sakuya. This I simply because I'm around that age, and it feels a little difficult to write it any differently. Also, I'll be writing with the mindset of a mix of an American and Japanese school, from what I've experienced and what I've heard from people. Let's also pretend that all of them would be able to go to school together for plot purposes. Also, sorry if some of them are a bit lackluster, I really just wanted to finish this in the time frame I set for myself. But, I hope everyone enjoys!

SION; Your kind upperclassmen - Sion is in your math class and sits near you. Near enough for you to develop a crush on him. But you would never tell him, of course, you would never tell anyone, except for your friend. You walk into math class early in the morning again, and you see Sion there as usual, but he seems a little tired this morning. You sit down at your desk and whisper over if he's alright. He says that he stayed up studying for a test in a different class and ended up forgetting to finish the homework. You tell him that he can look at your homework to get an idea before class starts in 10 minutes, and he asks if you're sure, but you assure him it's okay. You go through the rest of class and have a field day thinking about it all day. The next day, you walk into class and see something in your desk. It's a note and [your favorite fruit] juice, thanking you for the work saying that he would help you with anything you need when you need it. Man, if only he wasn't nicer, you wouldn't keep falling for him...

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RIKU; Your cute art partner - First meeting Riku, you never thought that you would get along like you did now. This is because, at first, he seemed to be very much into his own abilities, constantly hyping himself up. This, once you got know him however, was false. He mainly did it as a joke with his friends, and was genuinely just talented at most things. You found yourself being drawn to him more and more, he was also talking to you more, you noticed. You ignored this though, as you've never been so lucky for someone to like you when you like them. The next day in art class, Riku surprises you and asks to be partners for the next project. Though you both aren't extremely close, you aren't strangers to each other. And though Riku always usually pairs up with his friends for projects, he decides to pair with you the one time there's a romantic theme, oh how the universe hates you. You two meet at the library Friday after school so you both can work with extra time. You're already at the library, when you see him walk in with a bunch of art supplies. When he sits down, you tell him you're surprised he chose you for the project and that he brought so much stuff. He tells you first, that he wanted to get to know you more because he's noticed you don't talk a lot in class, and that he just wanted to be prepared with the supplies. This catches you off guard, 'you didn't know he noticed you in class before, had he looked your way without you knowing?'. You nod in acknowledgement, and get to work. Later in the day, you start to get a bit tired because you've been at school all day and it was getting colder, and Riku actually lends you his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You're actually able to fall asleep a bit easier now that he was closer. He ended up stopping as well, and taking a nap right next to you...

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YUSHI; Your funny but nice P.E. partner - You were never good or confident in physical exercise, so Yushi always offers to be partners or do the exercises with you. Even though you guys only talk to each other during P.E. because of the shared class, you still find your heart fluttering a bit. Whenever he helps you, he's always so nice and patient. Today is no different, as this time your class is learning a new sport for the month. As usual, Yushi steps up next to you and offers to help you again this time. You, of course, agree, and he helps you stretch before the group game starts. You both start doing the activity and and you almost get hit by the ball, but as usual, Yushi hits the ball away from you. You thank him for protecting you and blocking the ball from hitting you, but he stops you and says that it's fine because he wanted to protect you. This made your heart fluttering a bit, but you convinced yourself that he was just being nice as a classmate and that that comment meant nothing. But you kept thinking about it, until the next day. When you get to P.E. the next day, Yushi's not there, but his friend is there before class. He gives you a note from Yushi. It says to meet him behind the bleachers after class!...

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JAEHEE; Your caring baking partner - You're new to the school, and you got into baking class. You're excited, but you don't know much about the school. That is until you get put in a group with Jaehee. You used to know Jaehee before when you were both little, but ended up losing track of each other. When you finally meet him again, you guys catch up and start being able to keep in touch again. The next day in class you both talk before you have to start baking. The whole group did a great job working with each other, the baking teacher even said that your pastry was really good! However, the dishes... No one wanted to do them, and sensing this, both you and Jaehee volunteered to do them. You were a bit annoyed at first, but eventually you both start to have fun cleaning. When you both get to the dishes, you decide to wash while he dries. You start talking about how you two were so close when you were little, and how you missed spending time with him. This makes Jaehee pause, 'what did you mean by that?'. He was about to ask you, when one of your other group members walks back into the cooking room, and tells you both to hurry before the bell rings for the next class. You look back at Jaehee one last time and say goodbye before leaving and taking off your coat. You tried messaging him when you got home from school that day to tell him that you were sorry for running out, but he didn't respond or open the messages to show it was read. This made you worried, 'after just getting back in touch again, did you make him upset by leaving early?'. The next day in baking class, you see Jaehee is already waiting for you before class like always, but he looks deep in thought this time. You notice he's holding something in his hand, 'is it for the teacher?', you think to yourself as you make it over to where he's standing. He stops you before you can even answer, and gives you the letter he was holding while looking slightly away from you. You accept the letter but look up at him in confusion, 'is this a confession?'...

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RYO; Your friend from childhood - Ever since you and Ryo were young, you've been inseparable. This continued into high school, you both luckily having most of your classes together. You both sit down in science class together and start talking about what you'll do after school. He suggests you both go to the arcade to play games together like you always do. You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes. After school ends, you both basically run to the arcade from the front gate of your school. Ryo beats you through the door of the establishment and brags the whole way to the counter, with a smug look on his face. When you both find a game (a racing one), you both sit down and put your tokens into the machine and choose your cars. When the game starts you both focus so intensely, you almost don't notice the mini crowd gathering around you both as a few minutes pass. As the last couple of laps end, they start to cheer, as you both get up from the seats the mini crowds start to clap and congratulate you both as you move on to the next game. One of them says something about someone beating their boyfriend in the game, and though you did beat Ryo that time in the game, you both aren't dating. And you guys are just best friends, right? But, when you both finally finish playing and walk over to the ticket counter, the person at the counter says that you and your boyfriend did well, to you. This caught you off guard, and you looked towards Ryo who was already looking towards you with a tint to his face. This caught you even more off guard, did...Ryo like you too?...

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SAKUYA; Your generous desk mate - Sakuya sits next to you in history class, and he always eats bread in class, which the teacher never says anything, so you think it's okay. He brings other snacks as well, like chocco cookies, and shares them with you. And since the teacher lets you pick your partners for projects, Sakuya always chooses you because you're not as greedy as your other classmates are with his snacks. When you two arrive at the café near your school early in the morning on Saturday, you already have all the supplies you'll need for the project. You both sit down and order while you work on the project. Sakuya orders a plate of crossiants and a cappuccino, and you order a slice of strawberry shortcake and a strawberry flavored drink. As you wait, Sakuya asks if you want to share his crossiants when they come, but you refuse and say you couldn't take any of his precious bread. When you both get your orders, he gives you a crossiant anyway, and you trade with a piece of your slice of shortcake. He eats the piece, and you eat the crossiant. You both don't say anything about it. The next time you both see each other in class, Sakuya shares his bread with you, and you think nothing of it. You get to the end of class and find out that Sakuya never shares his bread with anyone except you. Sometimes, you hear your classmates talking about how Sakuya might have a crush on you...

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[marshmallowprotection]

Can you please write a one shot on vet yoosung having to deal with a patient like this guy

"Dr. Kim, you should be warned, the patient today was listed as a bite warning."

"I'm sure we can handle him. He might just be anxious at the vet. It's no problem! I'll take it at his pace so he doesn't feel crowded. I'd hate to feel cornered when I don't feel good and I can't communicate why that is, too! Is it the mastiff from last time? He wasn't as bad as they'd claimed, you know! He just needed some belly rubs before he turned to butter."

"Dr. Kim, I'm starting to wonder if you're afraid of any animal at all!"

Yoosung chuckled. "No, no. Of course not. I don't have anything to be afraid of! Animals can sense your anxiety, you know. That's one of the first things I learned before I even got far into my studies. If you're as calm as you can be, they'll feel better about trusting you. It isn't clear cut and perfect, but it does make a difference in my experience."

"You might be surprised with this guy."

"C'mon, how bad can he be?"

The nurse nodded and went to wet the patient from the waiting room. It wasn't long before she turned with a crate that was filled with the howling and growling of a dog. Yoosung noticed that the nurse was wary, trembling as she went to the unlock the crate and free the beast from his cage, but he offered her his hands.

She took that offer in an instant and took a step back so he could do it.

A fraction of a second later, a Chihuahua burst out of the crate and began to bark at him in incredulous speed. He didn’t seem happy to be at the vet, that was for sure, but the rate at which his body was shaking was bound to make anyone assume he was filled with rage the likes of which no human had ever seen. 

Yoosung knew what most people assumed when they saw a yapping Chihuahua. They expected to see a dog that wouldn't stop trembling or howling in disgust. Frankly, a quick Noogle search would tell them that the reason why their dog was responding the way it was because they were overstimulated, overwhelmed, or cold.

They weren't filled with anger nine times out of ten.

He knew these animals weren't filled with rage, and it was sad that most people were afraid of them for that reason. He had to imagine that it would be frustrating to be a small dog, constantly poked and prodded as if you were nothing more than a toy, and anyone would angry after being treated that away—even if you didn't want to be. 

The Chihuahua yipped at him but Yoosung was patient. He took a seat in front of the dog and kept his hands to himself, seeing how long it might take his patient to get the barks out of his system with the space to do what he needed to do. He knew that wouldn't be all the comfort the dog needed to feel better, but it was a start, and he wasn't the type to rush an appointment if it wasn't an emergency to start with!

"Hey there," his voice was gentle as the dog continued to shake and tremble. "We've got plenty of time to figure out what's wrong, little guy. I won't poke and prod you until you establish your comfort level. I don't like going to the doctor, either, but the least I can do is make the trip less cold."

The growls continued. 

This wasn't his first rodeo with an animal that wasn't comfortable. But, this was assuredly the first time he interacted with a tiny dog that clearly hadn't had its boundaries respected. He knew what that felt like... and it wasn't fun to have his buttons pressed until he felt cornered!

Undeterred, Yoosung continued, "I would give you treats to help you feel a little more comfortable, but for us to run the test today, you can't have anything to eat. But, I promise if you let me take care of the scan, I'll give you something fresh to eat. Your owner said we could do anything to make sure it was comfortable for you if we could and I bet a plate of chicken will do the trick, huh, little guy?"

Quietly, he offered his hand to the Chihuahua. Most people would have expected the dog to bite them on impact, but he didn't let any fear show on his face. "Don't worry, I won't grab you without asking first."

He was somebody who took care of animals for a living, and he knew that showing fear over a bite or a scratch wasn't worth it. He could take it, and he would rather take it if it meant they trusted him fully instead of feeling like nobody listened to them. It took a moment, but the dog sniffed his hands, and the growling suddenly subsided with it. 

A smile appeared on Yoosung face as he let the dog nuzzle its face against his hand. "There we go, that's much better, huh? Let's get you taken care of so you can go home and eat to your hearts content all night long, hm?"

"Dr. Kim... how did you do that...?"

"Simple! I let them decide that I'm trustworthy on their own before I go poking around. They're just like you or me, you know? That's what I told you before. Patience helps."

[sugarywishes]

In your AU, what do you think originally made William do what he did? And more pressingly, how did his motivations and goals change over time, as he got spring locked and eventually burned later on? I am very curious, especially with all the different interpretations around. And I wonder if it was a small thing at worse made worse by Evan's and/or Elizabeth's deaths, or if he was long gone even before they occurred...

May I just say, I absolutely love every question you throw at me, it gives me time to flesh out my rewrite of FNAF a lot and I really appreciate it! Answer below as usual. Also I guess, spoilers for my rewrite?? (As if I haven't been constantly yapping about this)

His original motivation was indeed Evan. He was his most treasured valuable, and losing him was horrible for everyone, and also having your family slandered by everyone in the community and getting fired made things even worse. It made William become more unhinged than he's ever been before, and he kills Charlie as a result (it was accidental drunk rage)

Anyways he totally freaks out at this and drives away before anyone could see him. He tried his best to forget abt it and avoid the restaurant and Henry but he went back to the location eventually to take cash (cause yk he doesn't have money so he resorted to steal some because Henry never took Will's keys, and also he didn't change the locks) and then he notices something off about the puppet animatronic, it seems almost too alive. Out of curiosity, he checks the old Golden suits in the back and sees that Fredbear's suit seems weirdly twitchy for being inanimate. And he notices that a weird dark ooze spills out of the robots so he takes some of it to investigate more in his basement

Some library scouring here, some personal experiments here and he dubs the substance Remnant and deduced that maybe enough of this could maybe bring Evan back to life (so his plan was to pull a Victor Frankenstein, holy shit) so he originally killed the MCI to collect more remnant to eventually use for Evan's corpse to hopefully bring him back, it successfully brought back a rat he was testing (but he failed to see that the rat kept decaying even when it was still 'alive') So who's to say that Evan just wouldn't become some sort of zombie or something?

But he starts getting a little too into the killing children thing. When he killed the first three, he did it out of a necessity and didn't really have any feelings when doing so. But after Fritz and Cassidy he started to enjoy it (and as i said in the Cassidy post he didn't have to kill her but he did because he wanted to) it was the first time he's felt joy since before Evan's death. It actually kind of grossed him out, so for a while, he stopped killing. (Internal conflicts, he'll eventually completely embrace this horrible part of him, and also because it's to show that he could've just not done that but yk thats the consequences of his actions so...) But he still thought it wasn't enough remnant (it's an excuse for him to keep killing!)

But as I said before he likes doing things the easy way, and he thought maybe if I make robots to kill kids I just get remnant faster and uh oh. Liz dies. And he doesn't really like the fact that the children that he does tolerate somewhat keep dying so he ditches that idea. It also makes him even more crazy!

This moment kinda awakens a fear of death in him (as if he hasn't been surrounded by death by KILLING KIDS) so now he starts killing the DCI/KCI kids to get some remnant for himself (and also cause he likes killing kids) to live longer to 'keep working on his Evan project' (which he has been sidelining), then yk then he dies. And in my other posts I said he doesn't remember much of anything in his human life when he becomes Springtrap, so in his memories he killed kids just cause he thought it was fun and he wanted to be immortal. Same thing applies to Scraptrap and Glitchtrap (at least until he sees Gregory and it awakens the locked away memories he had of his family, but that's a story for another time!)

He's always had the potential to be evil (as it think everyone has that) but it took a while for him to fully become the monster he is deep down. Or something like that idk how to sound cool in text lmao

[theoceanoasis]

A dratchrod idea

Rodimus hiding a breeding kink and need for emerging a sparkling.

He’s gone his whole life saying he will never have a sparkling but as he’s gotten older its changed and he falls into mini heats at random because his coding is just begging for a sparkling.

He hides it and he’s thankful for that because he’s still scared to have a sparkling but he so desperately wants one still and he doesn’t know how drift or ratchet will react to his secret since they always say they’re too old for sparklings

He's always wanted a sparkling. Ever since he could remember but it was never the right time. So many things were happening and for a long time he didn't think it would ever be possible.

Although he loved Nyon he knew it was no place for a sparkling. It was hard enough surviving on his own and he couldn't put a sparkling through the childhood he'd grown up with.

He didn't want them to live in fear. Always worried about the functionalist trying to kill them because of who they were.

Then the war happened and he didn't know how many sparklings he'd seen die. So many people were lost during the war as their home was destroyed.

Every day was a struggle and he never knew if he'd survive. If anyone asked him if he wanted a sparkling during that time he'd say no. He couldn't even imagine it the very idea terrifying him.

He never thought the war would end or that he'd ever have a chance to have a sparkling. For a while he even managed to convince himself that he didn't want one. Because it was easier than the painful truth that he'd never have one.

Then the war ended and he became Captain of the Lost Light. For the first time in years he could finally think about having a sparkling.

The idea both thrilled him and terrified him because now that he was safe on the Lost Light he didn't have an excuse to hide behind. If he wanted to have a sparkling he could.

He found himself desperately wanting one but too afraid to mention anything, even when he started dating Drift and Ratchet.

His body decided that now was the perfect time to have sparklings. He constantly had to deal with his body putting him through mini heats. They left him begging for spike as he desperately wished to fill his gestation chamber.

He tried his best to hide when that happened pretending he was just more horny than usual. He'd always make sure they used protection during his mini heats not wanting to have an accident.

He'd tried asking once if Ratchet and Drift wanted a sparkling. He'd been so nervous as he tried pretending like he wasn't interested.

They both thought they were too old for sparklings and told him they were happy. It had hurt and he'd tried not to burst into tears.

He loved them so much but he always wanted sparklings. Knowing they weren't interested hurt and he knew he'd never get the chance to be a carrier.

He loved them too much and didn't want to leave them which is why he had to ignore his body's urges to get sparked.

He didn't know how it happened but after feeling sick for the last few days he'd taken a test. With shaking hands he'd stared at the positive test. Tears fell when he realized he was sparked. Both out of happiness and also terror.

He was finally getting his chance at having a sparkling and even now he knew he couldn't get rid of them. He already loved them so much it scared him.

He had no idea how Ratchet or Drift would react but he could already imagine it wouldn't be good. He'd spent the next few days in agony trying to figure out a way to tell them.

He didn't want to loose them but he knew they wouldn't want a sparkling. He'd spent the last few days snuggling against them enjoying their love while it lasted.

He tried to take in as much as he could. The entire time scared of the future ahead.

Drift and Ratchet noticed his strange behavior and finally having enough they sat him down. He'd been nervous his leg bouncing as they spoke.

Knowing he didn't have a choice he told them the truth. He'd waited anxiously as the words sunk in thinking he was about to be rejected when they both hugged him.

He looked at them in shock as they hugged him and cried about how happy they were.

"I thought you wouldn't want them?"

"Of course we would."

Drift reassured with his hands on his belly.

"But you said you were too old for sparklings?"

Ratchet gave him a sad look as he pulled them both into a hug.

"That's because we didn't think it was possible. It hurt too much trying to imagine something we could never have."

"Until now."

Drift kissed him crying and talking about how beautiful he was and how excited he was.

He cried against them both feeling overwhelmed with relief and happiness. His mates carried him to bed where they reassured him that they loved him and they couldn't wait for the sparkling to be born. The three of them cuddled together with Drift and Ratchet kissing Rodimus all over until they eventually fell asleep.

[transingthoseformers]

Optimus is absolutely fascinated by his "prize" and recognizes an Outlier ability, commenting Megatron always did collect them, and having Ratchet install an inhibitor collar. He doesn't want Tarn silent, just temporarily neutered.

Cue Tarn raging at being denied Megatron again while Optimus attempts to court the Decepticon in the attic. One who keeps destroying his tributes and is very, very different from the Decepticons he knows. And much more intriguing for it.

They fight and every biting word and blow, vicious threat and attack on his staff, just makes Optimus more besotted.

Tarn meanwhile is stalking around like a caged lion and calms down enough to realize he is caught temporarily.

There's a lot of psychological manipulation and back and forth between them and Optimus trying to "ease" Tarn into the Autobots only to find he fits in great. The SG Autobots love Tarn.

Jazz takes him for the day to help with "interrogations" and inside the cell is one of same Decepticons that Tarn had hunted in his previous life. The one who'd betrayed the Waves location. The Autobots don't expect much from him, but the Prime said to "let him play".

Tarn is relieved to have some stress relief and was always bitter this hunt got cut short.

He gives them a full DJD treatment.

Jazz and the others are impressed. They tell Optimus he has their full approval. Other members of Autobot High Command take Tarn out at different times because Optimus is "busy" which annoys him giving he is being held hostage but he is keeping an eye out.

This is the vaguest part but basically Optimus is teasing Tarn now because he went from OP being constantly there to never seeing him and only dealing with others.

It is testing how he fits with his Autobots while making sure Tarn thinks of him.

If anyone challenges him he is permitted to physically fight. Something he discovers during a Iromhide Day when Hot Rod picks a fight and only Ultra Magnus's interference and Optimus showing up and distracting Tarn saves his plating.

Optimus and Tarn have a Evil Moment in front of everyone and Optimus saunters off leaving Ironhide snorting and Tarn bristling very much not self aware enough to recognize the obvious flirtation.

Jazz, strangely, becomes one of his favorite Autobots.

Tarn in turn is noticing the Autobots and how their philosophies align though the obviously need some refinement. Tarn has opinions about the Autobots and a lot of it circles around a lack of discipline, organization, and management. He calls the "indulgent wretches"

Optimus actually shows up and they have more tension moments over a drink, some music, and talking. Tarn accuses him of being directionless and criticizes him. Optimus asks what he would do and Tarn gives a basic outline of his dreams for the former Decepticons and Optimus is very, very into this because he is bored and unchallenged and the Decepticons are annoying but not a threat to his rule and his Autobots are scattered and unfocused biting back at each other.

He ends the night calling Tarn "beautiful" and this is one of the first of many "date nights" in which Optimus pays for time with some luxury Tarn wanted.

A lot of it involves Tarn criticizing him and eventually discussing his own world and the differences in histories here and Optimus biting back about Tarn's own leader's failures which make him instinctively bristle but accept and Optimus sees that utter loyalty and devotion and wants it. Loyalty is a very precious commodity and he thinks Tarn's former lord is the greatest fool to abandon it and tells Tarn as much and how he wouldn't have ever wasted such a gift.

Tarn does not swoon but has some interesting dreams that mix his own time with Orion Pax and memories of Megatron with SG Optimus.

Optimus is very focused on courting a proper "Evil Queen"/Lady Macbeth who can give him the kick in the aft to be a proper conquering Warlord not someone who sits on his laurels and the rest of the Autobots approve.

Of course he would

SG Optimus's method of seduction is the same as [Fractured Reflections], because yes we all agree that SG Optimus is just. Shit at flirting, and seriously thinks this is a good idea. BL Tarn is seething, of course.

These two are both trying to get one over on each other offffff course they are

He never expected to be anyone's idol, but he is. He has unknowingly enraptured then via his techniques and personality, and many are following him around like goddamn puppy dogs.

BL Tarn: "I can fix them AND make them worse."

Of course he gives him advice, like Tarn my guy that's your concern here??

They are so horrible and perfect for each other

[daedalusdavinci]

10) I have never been this sick before I'm sorry did I, haha this is so weird, but did I confess my love for you? f- four times? yeah? haha oh, superbats

listen. as someone who has been entirely out of my mind on medication for the past two days, i felt like i understand exactly what to do with this prompt. and yet. and yet. i still went off the rails with it. this is not as superbat as i wanted it to be but duke is there and i feel like tha tmakes up for it

id link the prompt list this is from but i lost it. sorry. i ptu off answering this for too long

Alfred said it was the flu. Not Ivy's newest batch of toxin, or Tetch's mind control, or the lasting effects of a JLA fight gone wrong, or even a stomach bug from eating Tim's latest feeble attempt at cooking while desperately trying to practice to impress his boyfriend. It was just the plain old flu. And Bruce had never felt worse.

Alfred said it probably wouldn't have been half as bad if he hadn't gone out to patrol in the snow, multiple times, even after being warned not to. Damian said it probably wouldn't have been half as bad if he hadn't insisted on testing those antitoxins on himself recently. Jason said he'd slipped a viral strand of zombie DNA into his coffee grounds the last time he swung by, and it was only after Cass pointed out the coffee grounds also would've poisoned half the house that he realized Jason was most certainly just fucking with him. Duke said he should probably run the tests just in case, because the freezing batcave would certainly do him a lot of good, and somehow that entirely reasonable suggestion just wound up making Alfred more frustrated than ever.

And then Alfred did the unthinkable.

He called in the cavalry.

There were few things more humiliating than being babysat by the man of steel in his own home. Objectively, Bruce could understand why Alfred had called Clark; Clark was responsible, kind, reasonable, already familiar with the Manor, and very good at fielding both Bruce and his kids. He also had the physical strength to literally stand his ground with Bruce, when needed. But Bruce was half-out of his mind with the flu and even through the fogginess of his own miserable stupidity, he had just enough awareness to know that it was beyond embarrassing for Clark to see him like this.

He was sleepy and disgusting, useless beyond any injury he'd ever sustained, even his mind rendered weak in the face of the sickness. He was sweaty all the time, and half the time he could barely think past the sensory nightmare of being sick, all of his routines shattered and his own bed so nasty it made his skin crawl. Words felt impossible most of the time, until it was easier to communicate with Cass than anyone else. When he did speak, it was barely more than incoherent mumbles, and usually about The Gray Ghost, which was the only thing he could bring himself to focus on for more than ten seconds at a time. His memory came and went, and being sick turned into a montage of Gray Ghost episodes and beloved faces, with Clark's featuring most heavily.

When his fever finally broke, he felt desperate to be out of bed and gain some semblance of humanity back. It was humiliating to constantly be guided back to bed like he was frail, or to lie around in a shivering, sweaty mess while Clark tried simultaneously to keep him distracted and pretend not to notice. He needed a shower, and food, and goddamn it, even some sunlight would be welcome. More than anything, he needed to not be in his damn room for ten seconds.

Perhaps taking pity on him, Clark agreed to it, deeming that he was at least well enough that he could probably make it down the stairs without falling over. The world felt a lot less hateful after a shower, and even bundled up in a miserable huddle of blankets, unable to smell the fresh pancakes through his congestion, it felt good to sit in the kitchen and breathe fresher air, out of the cramped darkness of his own room. His coffee was warm in his hands, and for a while, he just closed his eyes, listening to the rush of the gas stove and the scrape of Clark's spatula against the pan.

"Hey, looks like the jailbird's flown the coop. Or are we finally posting bail?" Duke's voice was light as it drifted into the room, shoes scuffing on the floor. It wasn't the same heaviness as the Signal's boots, so he was in his civvies. Not here on bat business.

"He wanted a change of scenery," Clark explained. His footsteps were steady, the tap of a plate as it touched down in front of Bruce soft. His fingers brushed through Bruce's hair, combing it back out of his face. "He's doing better today. His morning report says he's still got the shakes, and his congestion is pretty bad, but there were barely any typos this time, and it was actually coherent." Bruce didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice, and he scowled.

"Wow. Does that mean the spelling error "love you" era has come to an end at last?" Duke's voice sounded from closer to the stove, no doubt stealing pancakes from the remaining pile.

Bruce could hear the grin in Clark's voice. "I overestimated on the pancake batter. Help yourself."

"Sweet."

Clark kissed the top of Bruce's head, giving his shoulder a squeeze before he returned to the stove. "Eat, Bruce. You're only going to feel more shaky if you don't eat anything."

Bruce sighed, taking one long, last sip from his coffee before he set it down and forced himself to open his eyes. Clark hadn't given him a ton of food, probably knowing he wouldn't be able to finish it, but the pancakes looked golden and warm enough that he allowed himself to unfurl from his blankets, reaching for the fork. Clark and Duke's chatter fell into fuzzy, comfortable background as he ate, and he had to admit, it was nice. It was always nice knowing one of his kids was close by and safe, and it was good to listen without any real expectation of having to participate himself.

After a while, his phone buzzed in his pocket. There was a text from Duke that said, "How are you holding up, big guy?"

The string of texts before the most recent one were disturbingly incoherent. He could remember some- his rant about The Gray Ghost most clearly, from when Duke had dropped in to check on him and infodumping to Clark had turned into infodumping to Duke- but a lot were lost to the fog entirely. There was a pattern to them, though; Duke, checking in, or sending him pictures, keeping him updated, and Bruce responding with some variation of "I'm ok, tell lckar to let me uot," or "Thank yuo, loev you."

A quick look at his other recent contacts revealed a similar pattern. Jason had blocked him two days ago after Bruce had texted him the same check-in message ten times in one day. Cass had started texting him pictures all the time. Barbara had gently informed him she was locking him out of his emails and social media for his own good. Diana had delightedly texted him back that she loved him too. Bruce did not want to even look at he and Clark's history.

He texted Duke back, "I know they're saving screenshots of me. Make them delete them, immediately."

Duke's laughter was loud and warm. "It is way too late for that, B."

[erstwhilesparrow]

i do keep trying to Make Quick Poast about mohwee+owen outsiders and it just will not cohere due to how i am trying to condense like six months worth of thinking about them into a handful of paragraphs. so instead i will make Longer Poast. come with me on this journey.

let's... start at the beginning? the thing that Gets Me about early mohwee+owen is that mohwee is constantly pushing for going into the maze, damn the risks, trying to argue that they should just be looking out for themselves in there, and he is not clocking at all that people like owen and graecie are trying to stop him because you can't just make people who are worried about you not worry about you. mohwee disappears briefly during a run and when they get back to the clearing, owen punches him once. says, later, "i don't have it in me to punch him again." he doesn't want mohwee hurt, at his hands or any others'! and, like, to be clear, i don't think that owen's concern here is specific. i bet he'd be Like This about anyone who ran off into the maze without warning; he cares about mohwee because he's decided it's his job to care about the people of the clearing, and mohwee is a person from this clearing.

but it's not terribly long before owen starts to just... resign himself to mohwee being like this? one of the first times they find levers in the maze, mohwee tosses owen a bow and arrows he had on him, and while the others protest, owen says, "let him do it. clearly he has a death sentence [sic]." a few times, mohwee runs out of sight and instead of trying to call him back, owen chases him and asks, "what did / do you see?" even this early on, they are testing each other, learning to work together.

another thing owen says about mohwee from this time period i'm normal about:

What's the point of the objective if you die in the process? What about me?

i think hearing it in context makes it reasonably clear owen's "what about me" is mostly referring to how if mohwee runs off, that also directly risks the lives of people with him because something could happen to them and mohwee wouldn't know / be able to help. but it sure is something. asking mohwee to think of who he's leaving behind. asking mohwee to think about him. another interaction in this space:

Owen: I almost died there because of you. Mohwee: ...I didn't ask you to go in. Owen: Yeah, but that's the point! You're my friend! I turned and went in with only a minute left!

and later:

I care about you a lot, Mohwee, I just--

all this, before mohwee even disappears into the maze for his months of absence! but of course he does disappear, and owen's really normal about that too. during mohwee's disappearance, owen talks about how he doesn't trust mohwee, how he's never going to let mohwee take anyone else into the maze again, and on one hand, yeah, he is saying these things, but on the other, he is speaking in the present tense about a person that the other outsiders have been consistently arguing about: is mohwee alive? is he dead? shouldn't we just give him up for dead and move on? owen tells graecie that mohwee might still be alive, but like. i don't think he's helping her cling to that hope just for her sake.

anyway. owen declares to himself, "My job is to protect people. To the best of my abilities." adds, later, "All I remember about myself is that I was raised to protect people." mohwee's lever on the sign-out wall stays flicked down. owen stays in the maze overnight to look for mohwee, says he would do anything to get them one step closer to finding him, and he doesn't notice that he's doing the exact same thing as mohwee. saying he's happy to risk himself and then not registering at all that risking himself does in fact risk more than just him, for various reasons which include how you hurt other people by getting hurt yourself. there is no escaping the bonds you have made with these people!! neither of them recognize this in themselves, but it is the very thing that keeps them bound to each other!!

and then mohwee's back. he staggers into the firelight battered and bloody and screaming at them for leaving him to die. ("How did you survive?" someone asks. / "Should I tell you?" Mohwee snaps. "I don't think you deserve to know.") he and oeca walk away to talk, and owen chases after them, asking if they need space, if they need owen to hold the others back. it's just... it's an interesting move, yknow? owen, who has spent so much time up to now arguing and disagreeing with mohwee, trying to corral him, now going, i'm on your side, i'll give you what you're asking for.

(total sidebar: it breaks my heart that owen says (paraphrased), "so do you want us to leave you alone?" and mohwee doesn't say yes.)

(second sidebar: it's not even like the arguing is a strike against the idea of owen caring about mohwee, really. they can't help caring about each other. they wouldn't keep going back, to the maze, to the clearing meetings, to the arguing, if they really really didn't care. they keep saying they're done, they won't go back, and then they do, every time.)

it's at the point that i start thinking about... what owen-as-gatekeeper might look like to mohwee. the promises owen keeps making: he's going to protect everyone, he'll turn back and drag you out of the maze by force if he has to, he'll hunt you down in there no matter what it takes. i think about mohwee's time in the maze, his blatant terror of the monsters inside, his insistence that the outsiders cannot mess with the maze because it will kill them. owen, compared to the implacable and unknowable mechanisms of the maze, must seem pretty straightforward. even the things he gets angry about are more or less predictable. if mohwee were to go into the maze again, owen would come after him.

i think about owen in this time period, as it becomes increasingly evident that he was not joking about how fundamentally violence is part of him, is in his bones so deep even wiping his memories doesn't take it away. he is profoundly committed to what he thinks is right. he's gone from [couldn't bring himself to punch mohwee more than once] to [willing to bring ori down to a single heart] for the sake of 'protecting' everyone. he'll beg at the gates, he'll do real physical harm to 'keep people safe'. i think also about how he comes up the elevator and one of the first things he does is make and collect weapons. he says "i need to help protect people" and he builds an arena where he says he'll teach people to fight. he is forever talking about how he used to be a soldier. he doesn't really seem to know how to care for people except through violence. i think about him threatening to hunt mohwee down.

at one point during owen's gatekeeper arc, mohwee threatens to run past owen into the maze, and then backs off laughing and claiming it was a joke when owen punches him for it. but do you think he thought about it? do you think during this arc mohwee ever looks at owen, all his threats, all his dedication, and discovers that there is a comfort to knowing exactly what you'd be hunted by?

anyway. i'm also thinking about how after that initial do you want me to hold them back with mohwee and oeca, owen... kind of keeps acting as intermediary between them and the rest of the clearing members? mohwee and oeca build up a barricade, and later, mohwee, angry and hurt, says, "i'm tearing [the barricade] down; they don't deserve this," while owen follows him and tries to talk him down. owen as the connecting line between mohwee and the rest of the outsiders, owen as the one who turns and calls to ask what mohwee saw, as the one who chases after to ask for mohwee's opinions.

there might be something here as well to the notion that the people owen treats as on-level with him are often people he's been antagonistic with (e.g. ori, mohwee -- he is not doing the Careful And Gentle routine with them the way he does even with oeca), and some of it is definitely that he's treating them seriously because he's treating them as potential threats he'll have to confront at some point, but i do like the idea that owen's protection and care is a little indiscriminate at this point, but you have to fight for his respect. i think at any rate it is fair to say there's Something Different about how these two relate to each other. and i think that Something Different doesn't not have an effect. i think it is a really interesting element of mohwee's character that when he comes back from the maze, it's obvious enough that he's hurt and upset, but instead of focusing on himself, he really quickly gets caught up in shouting at the other clearing members for ostracizing oeca. and then when squidney comes back, she says she's forgiven them for leaving her behind, but mohwee doesn't. mohwee continues getting angry on her behalf, arguing that rasbi shouldn't get to escape blame for abandoning her, and it's about his own abandonment, but it is also about that thing none of them seem to fully grasp, that they can't avoid caring about each other, and they will express that care badly, in ways clearly inflected by their own trauma, but they will care. he and owen have something in common here. look out for your people. be ready to do something drastic on their behalf.

(tangentially related: found in my notes a bullet point about mohwee yelling, "i'm not processing! i'm getting to work!" around the building of the barricade. man. ;-; )

after the second gate into clearing A opens, mohwee comes up to owen and asks him, "spikes?" just the one word, but they have grown to know and trust each other enough that it works. they can rely on each other to be concerned about the maze, to want to figure it out and help everyone get out. this is after owen has renounced being a leader, but mohwee still checks with him before taking action, still seeks out owen specifically to talk to. some exchanges from this period that make me want to bite something:

Owen: There wasn't any point [in me being leader]. Mohwee: What do you mean there wasn't any point? There's always a point. You taught me that.

and

Mohwee: You sound really sad. Are you good? Owen, laughing: No, no, I'm fine!

and

Owen: People would lose their nut if I went in there-- Wait, why do I care? Mohwee: Yeah, why do you care? What if we just went in and no one knew?

and i don't have direct quotes for this last one, but mohwee and owen sit down to talk about how they think the new maze entrance should be investigated, and owen jumps immediately to mohwee as someone he would be want to have on his team when they go. ("What a team, huh?" / "Yep, look at us go!")

there's a point during the prison arc where mohwee comes running to owen to tell him that no one's watching over apo, checks with him that owen knows and that this is okay. it was at this point i messaged my friend, "mohwee REPEATEDLY AND DEMONSTRABLY ONLY TRUSTING OWEN. owen did you train your own guard dog. what happened." and mohwee doesn't actually have owen's dogged (ha) loyalty like that, but there's something here, maybe. about their lives intertwining in this really particular way. about seeing each other, about trusting each other and also wanting to push each other farther. owen tells mohwee, "I see why you didn't want to be leader." says not being leader means you can do whatever you want. owen tells mohwee he'll make sure to drag mohwee back to the clearing if he's downed in the maze but doesn't expect the same from mohwee. mohwee promises he'd do the same.

and specifically the thing here is mohwee seems to like pushing at owen's limits, trying to see if he'll go back on his own beliefs. there's the back-and-forth they are constantly having in early outsiders about who should go into the maze and when, but there's also owen talking about how it's always mohwee who doubts owen's memories of being a soldier, who's willing to ask well are you SURE you were a soldier? and when they go into the new maze section together, mohwee takes such a plain pleasure in seeing owen break his own rules. they joke about the little barricade that's been built in front of the second gate. they laugh about what they find scattered around the maze, about mohwee nearly plummeting off a sharp drop but catching the vines just in time. they dare each other to make jumps, they're excited and playful and having fun. mohwee says:

Owen? I like this side of you. Just do what you want.

there's a dynamic here that's almost like... i want to unravel you, i want to break you down into the you i'd rather you be, but i also know you as you are and knowing you means knowing how and when to push you right up against your limits. if you want me pinned you will have to fight for it the whole way. mohwee running for the gate knowing full well owen will see and stop him. owen saying he sees why mohwee doesn't care for leadership, then turning back to the leader role anyway.

(another sidebar: there's a few instances around this time period where owen's in the maze alone and he'll notice something -- a tree, or scallions -- and connect it back to mohwee. he describes the big landmark tree he stumbles across as "mohwee's tree.")

the next big incident is the finding and attack(s) of the griever den. mohwee runs ahead basically immediately and owen says to the other party members, "yeah, he has a tendency to do that." later, when they find the den seems to be empty, owen climbs up some vines to look around and mohwee comes up after him. there is the following again, the knowing each other again. on their way back, owen overhears mohwee talking to himself:

Mohwee: Actually, that might be something I have to do alone. [to Owen] I want to go back there. How much time left before night? Owen, stopping dead in his tracks: That doesn't sound like a good idea. Mohwee: Of course it's not a good idea.

transcribing it like this does not really capture how they are quick with each other, paying attention and never quite willing to bend. and also, later:

Mohwee: What if I just went? Owen: Please don't. Mohwee: What if I-- What if I just pulled a day one? Owen: Day One Mohwee? [sighing as he steps away to talk to himself] I can't let him go in there alone! He'll die in there!

then, after a flashback to his time as a soldier, owen goes to find mohwee:

Owen: Let's go. [Some confusion, during which Mohwee says something like "Right now?"] Owen: You said! You made out like you wanted it to be now. Mohwee: No, I'm just surprised, I'm just surprised that you even wanna go. Okay, fine. Owen: I can't let you go in by yourself. Mohwee: Okay, no no no no no. We are not going so you can protect me. We are going so you can help me. Owen: I-- I'll help you. Mohwee: And because you want to go for yourself.

owen follows mohwee. mohwee follows owen. mohwee wants owen selfish, owen wants mohwee safe. it's circling each other, it's chasing each other, it's knowing each other as only hunter and hunted can. do you see what i'm saying?

(sidebar: later in the maze, they also have:

Mohwee: All right, Owen, task at hand, okay? Owen: Mhm. [then, to himself, muted prox chat] I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for Mohwee, even if he says he doesn't want that to happen.

there is a... truth to what they want from each other, i think. owen admits much later that he was selfish, not wanting to sacrifice his life and so being grateful that others did. under many of mohwee's clashes with owen, the undercurrent of fear and hurt: mohwee wants out of here, mohwee wants to never have to worry about the maze again. it's not that mohwee throws himself into this for glory, it's that he wants to be done, he wants to be safe.)

before they actually try again, mohwee gathers their little assault party for a speech. he talks about how his entire time in the glade has lead up to this moment, to helping everyone get out. he says, "We can do this. Magic knows why we're in here. If something happens, others can carry it on for us." this is their only chance, he says. they can't back down when they do this. he tells owen, as they close in on the griever den, "we got this. we got this." (this is mostly not that relevant. i probably should have put it in a sidebar. but hey, you read this far and i'm really sad about this one.)

and then it... fails. mohwee's confidence was misplaced, squidney's dead, they trudge back to the clearing and from owen's pov, you can just hear mohwee murmur to himself, "I was so confident..."

before owen disappears into his house for his Terrible No-Good Very Bad Coma, he talks to mohwee again:

Owen: I just-- I gotta go take some rest, okay? Mohwee: What's wrong with you? Owen: [...] It's been a lot to take in. Mohwee: Are you angry? [...] Owen: No, no, not at all, not at all. Mohwee: It'd be understandable. I kind of dragged you into it. Owen: No, no-- I went in there... to help. And-and-and at least we learned something, eh? Mohwee: You look pale. Owen: I'm fine, I'm just in a bit of shock. Mohwee: Okay. Owen: 'Kay, I'm gonna rest, I'll talk to you later? Mohwee: Okay. Bye-bye.

writing it out like this doesn't really convey how... neutral mohwee sounds for this whole exchange. even the "what's wrong with you" comes across... not quite emotionless, but like he's trying not to inject too much emotion into it. like he really genuinely wants owen to answer the question, and like he's braced for owen to be mad but too proud to admit it. i think... he hasn't quite figured out how to admit it. but he is concerned, and paying attention, and trying to take the next right step.

isn't it so sad that the next big thing i have to talk about is mohwee dying? i have fewer notes for this section because at that point i was mostly just along for the ride, but it makes me want to chew drywall that mohwee's last words to the outsiders are take care of each other. the thing is, even if his impulses at the start of all this were entirely selfish, even if he really wasn't thinking about the people who would put themselves in danger for him, even by the time he was back, before they knew about the second clearing, he was saying he'd change for graecie and ori. he cared about his people even if he never said it directly. the barricades he put up with oeca, the arguing for people not to fuck with the maze, the insistence on remembering who had ostracized oeca or abandoned squidney. in those last moments in the dark maze when owen is trapped in that corner with kyle, mohwee comes back. he specifically says he came back to look for owen. he wanted to learn the maze, wanted to kill the griever, wanted to do the work to get them all out. he cared so much. the last thing he said to them was take care of each other.

i think about how after this, owen is going to have his Turn and mohwee will be dead and have no idea about it. owen is going to lie to and trap and murder the other outsiders and die a miserable death alone under the clearing and mohwee won't ever know about it. mohwee knew owen as a lot of things but he'll never know owen as this. mohwee dies knowing owen as the one who taught him that trying to do right by others is the only thing you really can do.

i have spent a lot of this post highlighting that point; i'm sure you get it by now. but i think part of the crucial thing here is despite this, they both still die in the maze, mohwee and owen. they don't get out alive. they never even say that they might know each other in ways unique to the two of them, much less that they love each other, whatever that flavour of love is. there is something here about finding a specific, terrible, beautiful, fleeting understanding in one another, and having that understanding shape you. i said to a friend at one point while writing outsiders fic that i can write romance in the maze so easily because i know that for certain people in a certain type of world, desire is terrifying. and in outsiders it works especially because loving people you cannot control, who will risk their own lives because they love you just as much back, loving people who are so constantly on the precipice of death and knowing it, is terrifying. and they still do it. they cannot help themselves. to say it out loud means knowing you'll die for them and they'll die for you and so you can't say it except indirectly, approached sideways or in the heat of the moment, and even then it will never be enough. mohwee and owen were neither of them the only person in the other's life. they died alone, separate, and there are pieces of them that their counterpart will never find out about. but their lives did intersect. they changed each other. the actions they took mattered to one another. however bleakly it ends, it matters that it happened.

[thephantomcasebook]

If I was Martin I would be excited to explore the Green in the show, like we knew that bc of the unreliable narrator there isn't space to explore this group in the book as it should be. So would make sense for him to push more for them in S2. And expend the story he already started.

I really want to see the show exploring the Aegon x Heleana x Aemond dinamic.

That dinner scene I constantly go back bc I find always something difrent that I didn't noticed.

Also because of the way she commented in a funny way about her married life I could see the common people loving her for her innocence and humor that comes from it. But that is me maybe overanalyzing 🤣

I do too.

What I really don't want is for the writers to turn Aegon into the Beta Test Joffery Baratheon. He wasn't that in the Book and it's basically lazy-ass writing by Sara Hess who wanted the show - along with Spotchnik - as their political statement, cause they're raging narcissists who have to take other people's work and make it about them and what they want to say.

Dude, Aegon didn't love or like Helaena. But my guy loved his kids, all of them. He actually really cared about his children and his brothers. Aemond didn't really like his ass all that much ... but then Book!Aemond was kinda psychotic. But Daeron - despite everyone in the Seven Kingdoms begging him to crown himself king - he won't dishonor Aegon and wouldn't tolerate disrespect to him from anyone, even roid-rage rapist mutha-fuckers like Hugh Hammer. He'd stare down a cold blooded killer on the biggest dragon in the world and sit big boy's ass down rather than someone disrespect Aegon or dishonor Alicent.

I don't want to see Aegon become a monster. I want to see him start to fucking grow as a person, that he didn't want to rule, but he actually finds that he's pretty good at it. I want his crazy drunk ass get on a Dragon and fight, cause - "Fuck it, Aemond, I'm not even supposed to the king anway, lets ride!" cause none of Alicent'and Criston's boys are cowards.

[alheria]

Ownership (one-shot)

Ghost fucking hated joint exercises.

They always felt so...unnecessary, especially now with his many, many years of unquestionable, extensive experience and equally impressive mission portfolio. He's a cold-blooded, efficient, reliable killer, but apparently that is not enough for the army. The ten days long training scenario with allied international teams was mandatory, what he learned during the hopeless attempt to somehow get out of it.

"Please, don't test my patience Simon. Suck it up.", Price said, not even for a second looking up from the documents he was working on. That guy surely didn't take anyone's crap and it showed. Ghost couldn't blame him, being in charge was not easy, a tremendous responsibility of keeping a bunch of reckless idiots alive mixed with a shocking amount of paperwork. Himself, Ghost would never want to be in such position, immensely enjoying the exclusive field work. But it doesn't change the fact he was still pissed. Fucking bullshit, stupid ass exercises.

And if that was not enough, something weird started happening around his boyfriend.

The new guys seemed to really like him.

Which was rather surprising considering König's intimidating and unapproachable aura combined with the spooky looks of a crazy tall, ripped beast wearing a creepy mask. Also, the young soldier was openly hostile towards strangers, not interested in making friends unless it was absolutely necessary or somehow beneficial. He often remarked that there is no reason to bother if you're probably never gonna meet them again. Quite a reasonable assumption in their field of work to be honest.

Why the sudden change then? What was so different about those soldiers, he decided they were worth his precious attention? 

Ghost had no fucking clue. But wished he had because this whole peculiar ordeal was weirding him out.

They knew each-other for almost two years now, been officially dating nearly a year and a half, and it was the first time he witnessed the Austrian publicly act in such manner: engaging in an actual conversation and using whole damn sentences instead of nodding in silent acknowledgement. Sounds like something completely normal, although not in this case. In addition to being big and scary, König was very quiet and noticeably withdrawn due to rather prominent social anxiety he still struggled with. It took the lieutenant months to get his utterly fascinating partner to feel truly comfortable around him, even though the two of them crossed the intimacy line not too long after they met. And all that hard work to uncover what exactly hides under the thick protection layer was totally worth the trouble.

At least that's how it felt before. Cos right now, it looked like König didn't mind acquainting with a bunch of random people, opening up a little. Perhaps it was a positive sign, he needed to start working on those social skills sooner or later for the teamwork's sake, and it probably wouldn't be troubling Ghost much if not for that one soldier who literally glued himself to the Austrian.

The fucking French guy.

A vibrant red light flashed in his mind the second they got introduced. There was just something about that non-stop smiling man rubbing the lieutenant the wrong way. Cedric, or whatever the fuck his name is, was slightly taller than Simon, but rather slim build, had very short dark hair and something sparkled in his brown eyes when he saw König for the first time.

Since then, he constantly followed the masked killer, talking about devil knows what and making the Brit's instincts scream in an itching need to eliminate the unlikely threat. Why did he perceive this dude in such an intense way was a mystery. Never being in a relationship before, the concept of being jealous was not only hard to comprehend - admitting to it seemed impossible. Ghost was too proud to have such juvenile feelings, especially ones implying he has vulnerabilities of some kind. It was also incredibly stupid to think his boyfriend might cross the line. König would never. They were working great as a couple, their extremely different personalities surprisingly turned out to be a perfect fit, and it was obvious how deep their bond is. Yet, he talked to Cedric as if they knew each-other for years, was visibly comfortable in his presence, clearly wasn't minding the unfamiliar hands frequently touching his arms, back and waist as they laughed together. And maybe at night the Austrian as usual kept sneaking into Ghost's too small for the two of them bed to fall asleep between his strong arms, but somehow this sense of uncertainty didn't want to leave him alone. It was fucking annoying.

So on the sixth day of this shitshow, when Gaz had to physically stop him to prevent a major case of "friendly fire" from occuring, after the French soldier whispered something right into König's covered ear, Ghost decided enough is enough. His boyfriend needed to stop being close with that guy right fucking now, or double murder will be on the menu tonight. 

Not wanting to make a scene in public because it's not how a stealthy assassin operates, Simon patiently waited for an ideal opportunity to strike, forcing himself to stay calm and vigilant while that fucker shamelessly flirted with the seemingly clueless Austrian. Oh, how he wished it was an enemy soldier, not an ally. He would be long dead.

Luckily, an opening to act formed on the very same day, after everyone was done for the day and more than ready to hit the bunks, exhausted by a challenging training scenario, including the lieutenant who after having a work related chat with Price, slowly walked back to sleeping quarters when he saw it, and rage started to burn. There was a hand in the middle of König's chest firmly pressing him into the hallway wall, while the other palm gently pulled on the thin face cover, as if the Frenchman was trying to persuade the younger man to remove it. Which was absolutely not fucking happening for two reasons:

1. There was nothing König feared more than having his mask taken off in public, and would never consent to such a thing.

2. No one was touching Ghost's boyfriend without his consent.

The lieutenant quickly crossed the distance between him and the pair, grabbed Cedric's neck and shoved him backwards, right into the opposite wall.

-Learn how to keep your hands to yourself, or I will fucking break them. -he warned, gazing furiously at the terrified soldier struggling to breathe with a strong hand tightly squeezing his throat. Ghost for a second considered holding for a little too long. End his life. But feeling something repeatedly tug on the back of his shirt, the Brit hesitantly let go of the suffocating man who immediately fell to the floor, and dissatisfied turned around towards the clearly distressed Austrian. His eyes turned glossy, making the lieutenant's anger slightly fade. -With me. Now. -ordered, grasping König's arm before dragging him in their room's direction, leaving the heavily panting man behind.

It was an unpleasantly silent walk, tension so dense, a knife could cut right through. The younger soldier obediently followed his boyfriend, knowing well-enough that a visibly pissed Ghost should not be messed with if one wished to stay alive, what he learned the hard way a while ago when he got himself separated from his team and recklessly injured. 

-Ouch! -the Austrian whined once his already sore body roughly hit the wall the second they entered the dark bedroom. -The fuck you doing Simon?! -questioned when the lieutenant's muscular arms cornered him, desire to kill resonating from his hostile posture.

-You're mine. -he growled. -Mine, and no one else's.

Till death do us part.

-Of course I am, you know that! What is this about?! -demanded the younger man, struggling not to break the painfully intense eye contact, aware his partner hates when he tries to avoid confrontation. It was uncomfortable, but it truly did help to be a little more assertive.

-I just very much dislike my property being played with. -the Brit responded vaguely, confusing the hell out of the other soldier, who thought the anger was caused by his new friend crossing the line when he wished to see the hidden face.

-What are you talki...Ach du lieber Gott! -König gasped once the shocking realisation hit him like a truck. It wasn't about Cedric messing with the mask, it was about Cedric in general! Someone was feeling insecure. There was no reason for him to worry and yet, he almost killed the poor French guy to protect what's rightfully his. -Babe, are you jealous? -he asked confidently, despite suspecting that bringing up such a delicate subject to an already furious assassin might not be the brightest idea.

-I don't get fucking jealous! -Simon barked before dropping his pounding forehead onto the Austrian's shoulder. He was exhausted from all those intrusive, unidentifiable emotions mixed with rage spin inside his mind. -I don't. -sighed in resignation.

He was jealous.

Or rather afraid to lose someone so insanely important to him, the sole thought made him feel sick. Ghost didn't think at this point he could just...let König go. He owned every piece of that beautiful man, who unknowingly had Simon wrapped around his finger.

-So this whole week...you must have been in agony. -implied the Austrian, wrapping the long arms around his boyfriend's wide back, leaning down to speak closer to the covered ear. -Watching Cedric and I get a little too close, spend nearly all the time together, talk, laugh, touch. How did that make you feel? -whispered, gently caressing the tense spine with gloved palms. 

Ghost snorted in disbelief. How did that make him feel?! 

Like there was an itch under his skin he couldn't scratch off. An annoying sensation that intensified terribly any time he saw the two men together, lost in their too comfortable world he wasn't a part of. It fel...wait. What did König just say? Getting a little too close?

...he knew that soldier was flirting with him.

He knew...because he allowed him to!

-...fucking bastard. -Ghost hissed, roughly pushing himself away from the taller man's embrace, pure fury burning in his eyes. -You did it on purpose, didn't you?! You flirted with that French fucker to piss me off! -he shouted, firmly grabbing his boyfriend's shirt and violently shaking the heavy body. -Why?!

-Doesn't matter why! -the Austrian refused to explain, clearly embarrassed by getting caught red-handed, and scared a bit. He just wanted to make Simon jealous, didn't expect his silly game to escalate to the point of being in real danger.

-It does to me! -the Brit informed, his tone somewhat calmer but still dead serious. -Babe, I need you to tell me what I did. Now. -demanded, letting go of the trembling soldier, taking a step back to give him space.

-...you called me your friend. -König mumbled after a moment of hesitation, and upon hearing that, the lieutenant's jaw just dropped.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Roughly two weeks ago, the two of them were chilling in a bar after a "civil" mission in a big tourist city, when an old acquaintance of Ghost appeared out of nowhere. Surprised by this unexpected meeting, he might have introduced his boyfriend as a friend. Which was an honest mistake, the lieutenant was still not used to being in a relationship, let alone talking about having a long-term partner. He didn't even realize what happened until now! That adorable idiot seriously needed to learn how to properly communicate his problems. 

-You're a fool, König. You should've said something, I would've corrected myself, you know I would. -he sighed, gesturing for the younger man to take his mask off. Once the blushed face was in full view, he cupped those soft cheeks and pulled his boyfriend down for a sweet forehead kiss before letting go. -Well, I wanted to teach you a lesson for acting up, but perhaps in this situation, I should let it slide. -the lieutenant shrugged nonchalantly, already moving away towards the tiny bathroom to shower before sleep.

-I strongly disagree! -exclaimed the taller soldier, quickly grabbing Ghost's arm to stop him. -For being a brat, I absolutely deserve to be thoroughly punished!

And, oh, Simon did like hearing those words very, very much.

-Alright then, you attention-seeking whore. -the older man nodded, swiftly removing his own mask as he circled the Austrian and stopped behind his back. -On your knees, sweetheart. -ordered firmly, and without a warning, swung his shin right into the back of the soldier's knees, making him instantly fall to the ground with a loud thump and a surprised gasp. The younger man was thanking the heavens for the soft knee pads when Ghost shortly appeared in front of him, holding his thick, half-hard penis in the large palm. -You know what to do.

König's eyes went wide, dry throat subconsciously swallowed at that mouth-watering sight. Of course he knew. His lips instantly parted, tongue slid out in an inviting gesture, ready to taste the hot flesh. Not wasting any time, Simon roughly shoved his length into the opening, and began to fuck the choking soldier's face, his pace absolutely brutal. It was crazy hot, seeing the scary killer tear up while the fat dick deprived him of oxygen. Nevertheless, the Austrian seemed to lack gag-reflex, clearly well-used to having this cock in his mouth. Thinking about it made Ghost rock hard. The wave of pleasure encouraged him to speed up the thrusts, chase the desired release. To make himself feel even better, he cupped the head and held it steady as his hips bottomed down in the contracting throat.

-Goin' to come, baby. -he groaned, feeling the orgasm approach slowly but steadily. The precise movements soon turned erratic, breathing got louder, euphoric fog clouded the sharp eyes. A few more times the lieutenant slammed into König's mouth before burying himself fully inside to reach the ultimate relief. 

-Good boy. -the Brit praised his starved for air boyfriend as he withdrew, a warm hand gently caressed the flushed cheek. -Now, I'm going to take a shower. In the meantime, you'll get naked, prepare your pretty ass to be fucked and nicely wait for me right here on the floor. -Ghost ordered, crouching down to meet the glossy eyes. -If you touch yourself, I'll break your arms, is that clear? -he asked, firmly squeezing the painfully erect crotch strained by tight pants.

-Yes, sir. -the Austrian obediently responded, earning himself a second tender forehead kiss prior to his partner leaving.

Simon did not plan on taking a break, however it somehow felt appropriate to make König wait as an additional punishment for his shameful behaviour. And oh, despite being more than ready to fuck that slutty hole, he did take his sweet time, knowing his boyfriend won't disobey, will be sitting in the exact spot he pointed at, silently begging for him to return and touch the neglected penis.

Ghost was not wrong, once he left the bathroom, the big, scary, naked assassin was on all fours, chest plastered to the ground, head resting on a flat pillow, wet with lubricant cheeks high up in the air, exactly where they needed to be. The position was so erotic, the lieutenant's dick fully hardened in an instant, a purr escaped his dry throat as he approached, hungrily squeezed the muscular globe while the other hand traced the spine, sliding down to the neck it firmly grabbed and pressed to the floor. Bent over his man, the Brit kissed the burning shoulder and whispered:

-I hope you prepared yourself well.

König's mind glitched when the wide shaft forcefully slammed deep into his tight hole, filling him to the brim. Not giving a chance to get used to the feeling of being stretched insanely wide, the cock quickly retreated, just to thrust again a moment later. Ghost's brutal, powerful rhythm clearly mirrored how he felt seeing his boyfriend around Cedric - like he was about to lose his fucking mind and go on a rampage.

-You're mine, don't ever forget that. -Simon groaned, clawing onto the trembling hips, ensuring there will be bruising. Maybe no one would see it, but the knowledge this beautiful, strong body is marked with his presence was somehow comforting. The Austrian didn't respond, busy moaning and whining as the massive penis constantly grazed his sensitive prostate. After such a long time, the lieutenant knew exactly which angles turn the vicious killer into a whimpering mess. To tease him even more, he slid one hand towards the erection, trapped the base between two fingers that only sat there, putting some much-needed pressure, although not making König feel any less frustrated, opposite actually. -Apologize. -Ghost demanded, slowing down the thrusts, ruining the approaching orgasm for both of them. What was something he did not enjoy doing until one day, by an accident, he learned how emotionally his partner reacts to being denied sexual pleasure once he was close to release.

-I'm so-so sor-ry!...It was a mmmistake! -the younger soldier cried out, his voice muffled by the pillow. -I was s-s-stupid!...Ne-ever aa-gain...promise! I promise! -he assured, hopelessly wriggling his butt to feel some more friction inside, where the soaking wet cock moved horribly slowly.

...so pathetically predictable.

Ghost laughed at that clear distress, and promptly adjusted the speed to get them back on track, his thrusts very purposeful, aiming to make them feel good quickly, so they can catch as much sleep as possible. The hand holding the twitching penis, wrapped fully around it, finally started jerking the leaking shaft as their bodies collided. The sudden flood of arousal overwhelmed König's barely working mind to the point all he could sense was Simon's burning touch. Nothing else existed.

-Now. -the older man ordered, realizing he is merely a push away from falling off the edge. The Austrian understood the vague request perfectly, his stretched insides contracted violently when the painfully hard cock for the last time thrust into Ghost's palm. The Brit's weight instantly pressed him to the floor as he heavily overflowed the hole, his own spending penis uncomfortably trapped between the floor and his chest kept releasing as well, no end to be seen.

They stayed connected on the dirty ground until it became unbearable, too greedy and exhausted to let go right away. Once they parted, the lieutenant had to physically drag the other soldier under the shower, his limbs numb from the awkward position, brain still not operating properly. He was sore, weak and needed Ghost to take care of him. Which always happened, no matter how mad Simon was.

A truly responsible owner. 

-König, you asleep baby? -he asked as they lied together in the too small bed, entangled in a close embrace, the satisfied Austrian peacefully dozing off on his naked chest. -I have something important to tell you.

-Not yet. Soon. -mumbled the younger man, leaning into his boyfriend's hand gently caressing his damp hair.

-Good. -Ghost whispered, and before elaborating further, pressed a tender kiss to the flowery smelling head. -Flirt with someone else ever again, I'll make you dig your own grave.

Then I'll personally snap your neck.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

I guess since I'm the hell out of there and enough time has gone by I can explain what the hell was up with my name and rebrand while I was living with Fine and GB...

Because yes I completely changed my online image and my screen name and all my graphics after over 10 years of not doing that and kept changing my urls on zero notice... I even used Ai to make some new graphics again after that when I am in fact a digital artist myself and I know some people feel like that's a weird choice for me too.

Warning for just about damn near fucking everything:

After the first assault and then using my memory issues to do it the fuck again, it triggered me into remembering both instances and dumping all sense of connection to GB and I told him we weren't together anymore, so he wasn't allowed to use any of my stuff, or my bathroom -he also flooded it once and pretended nothing happened- and that he wasn't allowed to come into my back end of the basement anymore, and that I didn't want to speak to him about it.

In response he wrote me two separate and weird poems or notes acing like he didn't understand what was going or on claiming innocence about not understanding that his behaviour was harmful to me. Yes, do not put it past someone to try to force you to touch their dick and then act like that isn't harmful behaviour. Yeah, don't put it past them to wait until you don't seem to be remembering that it happened and that you have expressed that you never want to have sex again, when they know you have memory problems and issues with dissociating, to try to have sex with you again, and then act like that isn't harmful. Like they can't possibly know it would be harmful. Yes, even after being told I didn't want to kiss him either because of the risks to my health at the time, he still waited until I wasn't on guard to stop him, kissed me, then smirked and gasped about it, like he obviously fucking knew, and then tried to play innocent about it. He's say shit like "but why wouldn't you want me getting close to your mom?" and other shit like he was constantly testing to see if he could catch me dissociated again and not remembering what he did. All this after I explained how deeply traumatizing it was for men to do this to take advantage of me before. He knew. But he's skated by his whole life on everything by acting confused and like he can't understand. He understood well enough to use it to manipulate me until it stopped working.

He also started following me around. Anytime other people weren't home he would glue himself to my side and constantly talk to me and ask me questions about our relationship. Who I was going out with, constant grilling about who I was going to go see, where I was going, what my relationship was to anyone else I had contact with. "just curious :)" All after being told hundreds of times how stressing me out too much about something is how my brain ends up locking it in a box for later, after being told how making me stressed out about something is how to make me forget it involuntarily. Of course, thankfully, he misinterpreted what that meant, and had selective earwax about the part where once there was more bullshit than anything good, a switch would flip and he'd be stuck with the version of me that remembers -only- the abuse, while all the other memories die in their place... But the point is he started stalking and harassing me.

And he started going out of his way to get so fucking extra chummy and attentive with Fine and Tictacs and literally everyone around us.

He was my housemate and my only way to buy anything I needed online. We had to communicate over rent and bills and anything I couldn't buy locally.

And he started doing really ballsy shit like trying to bond with me over how 'stupid his therapist was being' by telling him he hadn't done anything wrong and how none of it was his fault "haha crazy ammairite? XD" Like he thinks I an so fucking stupid...

...

And then corona started, Fine infected me while trying to hide it was even happening because I was on a social media hiatus, and I got too sick to get out of bed, for months and he was the only one willign to bring me supplies.

Thankfully at that point he knew that if he tried anything overt I'd just call the cops... But he controlled my food, what cleaning supplies I got. I got really fucking sick multiple times after eating food he brought me, he refused to bring me the supplies I needed to clean up after the cats or to kill to toxic mould in my room from the flooding he helped cause... Bread he brought me was spoiling in 3 days with horrendous amounts of black mould, lots of things seemed tampered with.

I told my doctor he might be poisoning me and I wanted to get tests done and she said "well we can't do these procedures and tests on a 'maybe' u.u" As if the proof of him poisoning me didn't rely on those tests???

Yes you heard right, my doctor wouldn't confirm if my housemate was poisoning me so I could take legal action to stop him having physical access to me and my food in my own home!

And I couldn't tell you about it because he had access to my blog and to me in my own home!

Then after long enough of being deathly ill but not actually dying. He stopped. He just started refusing to bring me anything at all. He wasn't getting whatever he wanted out of bringing me supplies and just left me to die.

He kept letting the dryer exhaust flood into the whole basement where only my room was instead of doing what he was repeatedly told to do with the lint trap.

So, suffering the symptoms of multiple organ failure, post covid from hell, every autoimmune fuckery it triggered, CO exposure, black mould in my room with mould allergies that was closing up my lungs, Fine using cleaning supplies I was high-key allergic to and REFUSING to stop, having daily heart attacks from my blood minerals being wildly off from what I now realize was the same kidney malfunction causing me to not pee for a week around that time, and all the bone pain... Which I also told my doctor about, and the hospital, to zero fucking effect... and jaundiced as hell and barely able to remember what I was thinking for a whole 2 seconds at a time, I realized I was dying and absolutely no one would help me. I got angry about it.

Even my mother and Tictacs both, when asked to check in on me daily to make sure I responded, both waited a week before sending me some passive aggressive "so are you sill alive" fucking bullshit message and not waiting for a response. Like I cannot stress enough how much surrounded by people and actively asking for help, I am still alone in everything.

So I took the bed out of my room, treated it with the last watered down mould enzyme spray and built myself a replacement bed out of rope and palette board. Instead of a 3x6 foot mass harbouring moisture 6 inches over my floor, I had a woven net bed that was over a meter off the ground in the driest corner of my room with only a yoga mat in it to insulate me from the cold of the floor, so it wouldn't harbour moisture. I put a latch on the dryer exhaust and started cleaning the filter out myself. I researched my symptoms however I could and found things I could eat without having cardiac spasms. I started to be able to pee again after a week and all the pressure in my abdomen went away. I got less yellow. etc...

And how much of dying at the the time was corona and autoimmune VS being actively or passively poisoned? WHO KNOWS! My doctors sure as fuck weren't going to help me figure that out!

And the timeline is a little fucky for me because I had 1-2 viruses and my immune system trying to eat my brain while my organs failed and I was being exposed to carbon monoxide from the drier exhaust and to black mould. So forgive me if some of this is out of order, but this would be around the time you saw photos of the nest/bed I made in my closet. I couldn't tell you all of what was going on at the time. I think I also tried paper making because the humidity in my room had been jacked for over a year anyway??? I had needed something to work on in my room that kept me up and moving around.

I recovered enough-ish and started climbing out the back window of my room to get my own supplies, and so I could leave the house without him noticing and to avoid breathing upstairs. It's also how I had to take out my garbage and etc, because Fine and GB refused to do absolutely anything to not constantly bring corona into the house, but they mostly stayed upstairs. There was a living area downstairs but my room was down a hall after the laundry room off of that and so was my bathroom and neither of them had any excuse to be there. We remember this.

And yet I got the distinct impression he was coming in there when I was out.

In addition to following me around --but only when no one was paying attention or was home to notice, so he obviously fucking knew it was wrong-- he had my url to follow me here on tumblr.

And the problem is that your internet history maintains links, even if you change the url. Firefox would just update that shit. And most of the time he left the house he would take his whole desktop computer with him to his mothers, so I didn't have access to it.

You need physical access to a computer in most cases to good and truly wipe the links to sites that their browser has recently accessed. Just changing your url and IP does jack shit, and yes I know that.

And I had told him to stop checking up on me. To stop talking to me socially, to stop looking at my blog, to respect my fucking boundaries. After years of him hearing about how other people following me around or outright stalking me or fucking with my memory was a seriously fucking traumatizing issue that kept ruining my life.

And he kept saying shit to me he couldn't have possibly known unless he was checking up on my blog, and I just had to keep playing stupid so he wouldn't stop incriminating himself to me. Even after I deleted any follower that might conceivably be him. [yes I went through what was 300+ followers at the time, probably shot a lot of bots in the process]

I didn't want to lose all the followers I had gained for my writing etc, only to not shake him off my ass anyway because he had access to me in my own house!

So I did what I could. I changed my entire image to something that seemed a little out of left field at the time for me, so I didn't look like me anymore and the name was different, and kept changing the exact spelling of my URL across social media, unlinked things, got a vpn... And whenever he left the house and didn't bring his computer with him, I would sneak upstairs and repeatedly wipe his internet history and ect as thoroughly as I could... And then immediately change my url again and hope he wasn't also looking at my tumblr on computer systems at his mom's house.

All in the hopes that the link wouldn't be maintained and when he put in the name or spelling he thought he remembered he wouldn't be able to find me again. And if he did he might not be sure it was even me.

And I kept telling Fine and anyone else who would listen to not give him links to my social media, not to let him use their computers. I never knew if they took it seriously.

And I couldn't really say anything to you guys about the gritty details of what was happening -while it was happening- because he had 24 hour access to me in my own home and potentially still had access to my blog. So if I even seemed like I was too suspicious about the potential of being poisoned or if I looked like I was remembering the assault, etc... He would see that and have access to me. I don't know what details I have talked about since but I do know I've probably been too angry/avoidant to really give the full rundown in context... Probably, my memory is shit.

So I used people coming into our yard and fucking with our bikes as an excuse to get him to help me buy a security camera online. I tried to confirm multiple times with him that it would work on any system, because I prefer cheap android phones, and he kept just saying "it'll work with what you have :)" and that's why I am stuck with a stupid apple product that will ONLY work on the replacement phone his mother gave me second hand, or another 600$ fucking dollar phone [also my new phone only got broken because of him sabotaging me too, but that's another story... but also it will work with my tablet and I bet he didn't fucking think of that now did he?]... But I took that security camera and I aimed it down the hall facing away from my room, so I would be alerted and have video evidence any time someone tried to approach my room.

And I lived like that because having to move during the pandemic by rights should have killed me.

But eventually, Fine was threatening to move out and leave me alone with him, to go live with a guy she knows wants to fuck her in a very one-sided way out in BC, with him promising to pay for everything and let her live with him... And wouldn't listen to sense... So I had to chose between bringing another roommate or two into that existing circumstance, and telling them about the problem, thus guaranteeing we would never find anyone, or not telling them about the problem...

But see my landlord actually had a legal obligation, as my landlord, to evict other tenants who were abusing me. Like that's in his fucking job description, legally! Replacing both of them would be better than any other option...

So I bit the bullet and told my landlord what GB was doing to me. The landlord who kept acting like my friend and kept saying we were friends and I could go to him if there was a problem.

And he told me that'd have to be "between [me] and the police :)" That he wasn't going to put himself in the middle of it or help me.

...

And then within 3 months he decided to sell the house and evict us.

And when he brought up having another apartment in a building he managed/owned that he could rent to one of us, Fine leapt to try to snatch it up right in front of me, both of them knowing the situation I was in, and I never heard back about it. [So much for "I would never let you be homeless u.u" right, Fine? But then you didn't care GB kept trying to rape me either and kept calling that a "two sided issue" so I don't know what the fuck I expected. Not only would you -let- me be homeless and assaulted but you'd sell me to Satan for a corn chip... Don't worry she won't see that because I told her to stop looking at my blog too, so if she does that's a 'her' problem]

Which is how I ended up being forced into a 1000$ apartment on a disability pension that I at least get to myself.

And well I have certainly been documenting how THAT all went with the movers and their bullshit and everything I have been struggling with since...

And that's why I was such an obnoxious asshole with changing my url for a while there and why suddenly rebranding with no fucking warning after I spent years not doing that, and promising I wouldn't do that unless it became necessary.

I wasn't out here -trying- to make it hard to follow me or keep track of who I was for anyone, just GB. Well, him and every other stalker I have had or every other person who didn't respect it when I told them to stop reading my blog...

That's the stalking issue I was having, not -THAT- guy, not the second guy, not Moriarty again... Just like... The latest guy.