#but i'm sorry to the “you can't joke about your system or be happy Ever” crowd

[wonderhello]

you know somehow being parts of a whole makes it incredibly comforting knowing that some of us can genuinely still have fun and not feel like. The Dread of the Aftermath™. like there are parts of me that feel the joy without the dread, which means like. i'm capable of it too. whatever the whole is, that genuine joy without waiting for the other shoe to drop is possible for them. for me.

it's more nuanced and honestly marginally less positive than that, but idk. seeing kas have fun today with the knowledge that i, too, am capable of feeling that, even if it's too far away right now thanks to ✨ the dissociation ✨, is giving me a lot of hope.

i hope for a future with less forboding joy.

i am very tired now, though. holy fuck. kas what the fuck were you doing.

[ PT: i am very tired now, though. holy fuck. kas what the fuck were you doing. \End PT ]

[punkshort]

A Christmas Miracle

Thank you anon for this prompt!

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Years of tension after a failed hook-up attempt with Joel boil over at your office Christmas party, but not in the way you expect.

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, enemies to lovers, smut (18+ MDNI), hate sex that turns soft in the end because it's shortie writing this, fingering, unprotected piv sex, semi-public sex

WC: 4.6K

"Goddamnit, why did he show up? He hates shit like this," you grumbled to your friend, Tina, when the elevators slid open to reveal the latest batch of co-workers trickling inside the hotel ballroom your company rented out for their annual Christmas party.

Tina glanced over her shoulder, scanning the crowd of well dressed men and women before her eyes landed on the one in question.

"Who, Joel?" she smirked, turning back to you.

"Yes, Joel," you seethed. You bellied up to the bar to flag down the cute bartender for another martini. If you had to listen to Joel share horrible stories about his latest conquests, sales or otherwise, then you had to make sure you had a decent amount of alcohol in your system first.

"Oh, come off it. Why don't you just fuck him already and get it over with?" Tina joked. You gasped in disgust and covered your mouth.

"Do not even joke about that. Who knows what kind of diseases that sleaze-bag is carrying around."

Tina tossed her head back and laughed, the sound dancing in the air like music. She was one of the prettiest women in your office, but much to everyone's chagrin, she was recently married and officially off the market. But that didn't stop the men in your office from harmlessly flirting with her now and again for the ego boost.

"Nah, he's all talk," Tina said with a wave of her hand.

"Not true - Lainey in the mailroom slept with him two years ago, remember that fiasco?" you shot back instantly before taking a grateful sip from your glass. Tina raised a suspicious eyebrow at you and propped one hand on her hip.

"You're keeping track?"

"No," you replied defensively. You rolled a shoulder and shifted your weight before taking another sip. "I just remember her crying over it every chance she got. Couldn't eat lunch in peace for weeks."

"Uh huh, sure," Tina said, rolling her eyes. She scanned the room again, hips lightly swaying to the music while you sat next to her, determined to have a miserable night. "Didn't you guys kiss once, though?"

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't remind me. Worst mistake of my life. Thank god I didn't fall for his shit and go home with him."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because believe it or not, I had standards," you clipped. "I didn't want to sleep with him after a sloppy office happy hour. I wasn't dumb enough to put out the first time we kissed."

"Alright, so if you were into him enough to kiss him and potentially see him again, what the hell happened?" Tina pressed. You sighed and let your chin rest in your propped up hand. Tina hadn't worked at your company as long as you and sometimes it was easy to forget she didn't know the full history.

"He took someone else home from the office that night, instead," you muttered under your breath. Tina whistled and shook her head.

"Damn. Alright, dick move, you win."

"Told you. Ever since then, I can't stand being in the same room with him. He's such a smug douchebag, always trying to push my buttons and piss me off just for the fun of it. Like the whole thing was a game to him."

"But it wasn't a game to you," Tina said, slowly connecting the dots. You nodded sadly and took a long sip from your glass.

"Nope."

Tina's expression softened when she saw the look on your face. "I'm sorry. I had no idea-"

"It's fine," you said, cutting her off. "I'm better off. It didn't mean anything, anyway. It was just one kiss," you chuckled, trying to play off the hurt you still harbored somewhere deep down.

"But still-"

"Evenin', ladies," a familiar drawl came from somewhere behind Tina. You didn't need to look. You knew who it was.

"Oh," Tina said when she swiveled around and saw Joel standing against the bar. "Hey, Joel."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and adjusted his tacky red tie.

"Apologies. My reputation seems to have preceded me," he said, glancing once in your direction before giving her a dazzling smile and stretching out his hand. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

"Tina, and give it a rest, I'm married," she said, holding up her left hand with her massive diamond while shaking his hand with her right.

"That's a damn shame," Joel said with a flirty smile. You rolled your eyes and tossed back the rest of your drink but it didn't matter. You were essentially invisible. "He must be one lucky fella. He treatin' you right?"

"Fantastic," Tina replied, pulling her hand out from his grip before turning to you. "I need to use the restroom," she murmured. You stood to follow her but Joel stopped you.

"How 'bout you? You seein' anyone special?"

You huffed and shook your head. "Kiss my ass."

Joel howled with laughter before sliding onto the stool Tina vacated.

"If I recall, few years back I was willin' to do that and more, but you shot me down."

"Yeah, thank Christ for that moment of clarity," you grumbled. You swept your eyes around the room, pretending to lose interest in the man sitting beside you, but unfortunately you couldn't bring yourself to get up and just fucking leave.

Joel held up two fingers, signaling for the bartender in a frustratingly effortless way that set your teeth on edge and had your thighs pressing together.

"Whiskey, neat. And-"

Joel turned to you, waiting for your drink order, but you shook your head.

"I'm good."

"Shot of tequila," Joel told the bartender with an award winning smile.

You glared at Joel as the bartender walked away.

"Tequila? Really?"

Joel chuckled and swiveled in his stool to face you. "You thought I forgot what loosened you up that night?"

"You're a pig," you snapped, and you should have grabbed your purse and left, but your feet refused to move. "You're a pompous asshole who doesn't give a damn about anybody's feelings so long as you're getting your dick wet. I can't fucking stand hearing you walk around the office gloating like you're hot shit. Tell me, Joel," you said, leaning forward now that you were on a roll. "When you go home to your empty apartment at night, who listens to your bullshit? Hm? The fucking plants?"

Joel didn't say a word but you could tell by the look on his face that he was taken aback. For once you had the upper hand, and you weren't going to let it go.

"Enjoy this schtick while it lasts because one day you're gonna wake up and it'll be a thing of the past. One day, they'll hire a new Joel. Someone younger and hotter and probably nicer than you and suddenly you'll be all alone wondering where the fucking time went."

"You got a real mouth on you, huh?" he shot back. "Think you know a goddamn thing 'bout me? You got no fuckin' clue, sweetheart. But maybe if you gave me half a chance all them years ago, you'd know a thing or two."

You laughed, voice dripping with sarcasm as the bartender placed his whiskey and tequila in front of him.

"What are you saying? Do you even hear yourself?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. He scowled and took a long sip from his whiskey. "How the hell would I ever have known anything about you, Joel? Can't learn much about a person after a few drunken hours and a half-assed attempt at foreplay because let's face it - that's all you're willing to offer anyone."

As a last second attempt at a power move, you grabbed the tequila and tossed it back with a wince before slamming the glass onto the wooden bar top and grabbing your purse.

"Thanks for the drink. It's been lovely catching up," you sneered, then finally forced yourself to leave his orbit before you lost yourself completely.

You slid through the crowds of people mingling and laughing in the ballroom, eyes darting this way and that as you tried to either find Tina or the nearest exit. When you eyes began to blur with unshed tears and you were about to resign yourself to crying in the middle of your fucking office Christmas party, you felt a strong hand wrap around your bicep.

"C'mon, this way," Joel's deep voice murmured before hauling you in a completely opposite direction.

For some unknown reason, you let him lead you from the packed ballroom towards the stairs. It was quieter, the sound from the Christmas music dulled against the walls, the only people around to hear it were you.

"We need to set some shit straight, once and for all," Joel said when he pulled you into an empty hallway. From the looks of it, it was an area meant for the hotel staff. One door was labeled laundry and the other maintenance. The elevator bank was right there. You could have easily tapped the button and left, but instead you crossed your arms and defiantly scowled up at him.

"Yeah? This should be good," you told him. He growled under his breath and you had to stifle the primal reaction the sound caused between your legs.

"That night... the happy hour. When we... y'know..." he trailed off and you sighed dramatically.

"Yes, Joel. Unfortunately I remember."

"I didn't go home with anyone else," he said. You blinked, unsure if it was the alcohol or if you were truly losing your mind. Did he really just say what you thought he said?

"What?" you whispered.

Joel shrugged. "I didn't. I might've spread that rumor 'cause my feelin's were hurt but I didn't go home with anyone else. I only wanted you."

"Me?" you sputtered.

"Yeah, you," Joel repeated, annoyance lacing his voice. "You'd been drivin' me crazy for fuckin' months. Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you. Ask Harris, he'd tell you. I talked 'bout you non-fuckin'-stop. Then that night, I got 'nough liquid courage in me to make a move and, well..."

He trailed off and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You shot me down. Ruined all the confidence I had 'n left me heartbroken."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," you said. "I didn't want to sleep with you that night and you took that to mean I wasn't interested in you? At all? Did it ever occur to you some women don't sleep with men the very first night they're shown a little attention?"

"Did it ever occur to you I wasn't tryin' to sleep with you that night?" he shot back.

"Oh, please!" you exclaimed with a dry laugh. "'Lemme walk you home, baby,' and, 'my place ain't too far from here'." You snorted and shook your head in disbelief. "Don't try to rewrite history. I was tipsy but I fucking remember."

"I was worried 'bout you!" he practically shouted in despair. "You'd been drinkin' and I wanted to make sure you were safe! Goddamnit, I didn't expect you to freak out 'n fuckin' shove me in front of the whole damn bar!"

The more Joel talked, the more the pieces began to slide into place. Maybe you did misread his intentions that night.

"W-well... y-you still continued to sleep around with the entire office," you stammered, gathering yourself again and shaking off his bombshell. "You had sex with Lainey from the mailroom and god knows who else! You might not have gone home with someone that night, but who cares? It's obvious you were just looking for a quick fuck."

"There's that fuckin' mouth again," he grumbled angrily. "Yeah, alright. Fine! I slept with a few women but Jesus fuckin' Christ, what'd you expect me to do? You clearly had zero goddamn interest in me. I couldn't sit 'round and be miserable forever."

"I never said I had zero interest in you!" you exclaimed before you had a chance to catch yourself. But your admission was out there. It was too late, and Joel's eyes darted up to yours in surprise.

"What's that mean? You... liked me?"

"What is this, high school?" you scoffed, crossing your arms. When he just continued to stare at you, anxiously waiting for you to answer, you sighed and dropped your arms to your sides in defeat. "Yeah, fine. I like you."

"Wait, wait, wait," Joel said excitedly. "Like or liked?"

"Oh, my god!" you cried out before turning on your heel to storm back down the stairs towards the party. "I'm not doing this with you! I'm fucking not-"

In the blink of an eye, Joel snatched your arm and twisted you back around to crash against his chest. You gasped right before his other hand cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

For one blissful moment, you let yourself forget it all. You forgot all the anguish you felt when you heard about Joel's latest conquests. You forgot about the way it felt watching him breeze around the office without a care in the world, completely oblivious to the way he hurt you. And you definitely forgot about the way you turned down a perfectly good date just two weeks prior because he wasn't what you were searching for and you fucking knew why.

"I'm not some cheap, quick fuck," you panted when you pulled away for air. Joel had managed to turn you so your back bumped up against the wall. Your eyes slid shut and a soft moan escaped from your lips when he began to drag his mouth down the column of your throat.

"We can go fast or slow, whatever you want," he mumbled into your skin. Your hand connected blindly with his shoulder and gave him a forceful shove, making him chuckle. "I know what you meant. I don't want that, either," he said before straightening up so he could look at you. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. Never did. That's what I've been tryin' to say."

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to come up with a response. The way things had changed so quickly left you scrambling to keep up, and although you couldn't deny the reaction your body was having to Joel crowding you aggressively against the wall, your mind couldn't give in as easily.

"I can't stand you," you growled before pulling him back down to your level. Your mouth crashed hungrily against his, chasing the taste of peppermint and whiskey on his tongue. You were so lost in the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips pressed against yours that you hardly noticed when his hand skated down your side. With a muffled yelp, he yanked you off your feet, using his broad body to pin you against the wall while his hand began to travel up the skirt of your dress. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your legs curled around his waist so you didn't fall.

"Fuck," Joel groaned when his fingers brushed against where your underwear should have been had you not chosen to forgo them for the evening. You smirked against his mouth and grabbed roughly at his hair.

"Didn't want panty lines," you breathlessly explained.

"Yeah, can't have that," he murmured right before plunging his tongue back inside your mouth. At the same, his thumb grazed over the slit of your cunt, pulling a moan from you both.

"You like yellin' at me, huh? That why you're already this wet, baby?" he purred, nipping at your earlobe while his middle finger teasingly probed at your entrance. You dropped your head back against the wall with a thud, hips chasing his hand, eager for more.

"Shut up," you whispered, then gasped when he finally slid one long, thick finger inside you. Joel chuckled against your neck, curling his finger inside your tight heat every time he dove back in. Your chin was tilted towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape as he slid a second finger inside with ease. You were vaguely aware of your compromising position, knowing full well anybody could turn the corner or exit one of the rooms at any moment, but neither of you cared.

"Ohmygod, fuck! Keep going," you begged, rolling your hips as best you could with your legs wrapped around his waist. The palm of his hand began to slap steadily against your clit each time he thrusted his fingers into you, driving you to the edge embarrassingly quickly.

"How 'bout you talk a little sweeter to me if you want it so bad?" Joel countered, yet his hand never stopped between your legs. He pulled away from your neck to watch your face contort with pleasure, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, you saw the flush in his cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. You smirked amidst your gasps for air and rolled your hips faster.

"Why? I think you like it when I'm mean to you."

His eyes darkened a shade and his hand began to move faster, fingers curling and brushing against a spot inside you that stole your breath. His free hand was pressed against the wall next to your head for leverage, but his fingertips curled with the desire to grab you fucking anywhere.

"Least lemme hear you say my name when you come," he said through clenched teeth. And that defiant streak inside of you really didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but his skilled fingers were making short work of your resolve.

Joel got what he wanted. A few quick snaps of his hand had you loudly coming undone with his name on your lips. He laughed before shushing you and pressing his mouth tenderly against your own to keep you quiet while slowing the rhythm of his hand between your legs.

For a few minutes, you each forgot where you were and all the bullshit you were arguing about moments before. Joel kissed you so softly through your high that it had you melting against him. Your fingers were no longer tugging at his hair. Instead, you found yourself gently raking them through his dark brown curls almost affectionately while your tongues slowly danced together.

You gasped when he carefully pulled out his hand, breaking the kiss. With glassy eyes and swollen lips, you stared at one another while trying to catch your breath. It was almost too soft, especially with the way his eyes searched your face, desperately trying to figure out where things stood after what you just did. He was so fucking hard that his stomach hurt, but he couldn't tell if you wanted to take things further or if you were having regrets.

"So that's all it takes to shut you up?" he finally teased when the silence had gone on too long for his liking. You huffed and rolled your eyes before tightening your legs around his waist, tugging him closer. Joel smirked when his hips collided with yours and you felt the massive erection he had been fighting with for the past fifteen minutes.

"Hmm, no I don't think so," you breathed while allowing a hand to fall between your bodies. Your fingers brushed against the outline of his cock straining against his black dress pants and you grinned. "But maybe this will."

"Thank fuck," he groaned in relief. His breath instantly grew more shallow at the mere prospect of feeling you wrapped around his cock, but when you nimbly undid his pants and pulled out his throbbing length, his chest was practically heaving with anticipation.

"Easy," you murmured when he leaned forward, sinking his teeth into a sensitive spot on your neck. You relished in the way you managed to make him so weak with just a few strokes of his cock. His entire body had pushed forward, chasing your hand. You felt short of breath from the pressure of his body pinning you against the wall but you didn't make him move. You liked the feeling of his broad frame caging you in far too much to make him stop.

You lined him up with your entrance and pulled your hand away, but just as he began to press forward, a squeaky door opening and closing around the corner from your hallway made you both freeze.

"Shit," you whispered. Joel locked eyes with you and quickly shook his head, signaling for you to be quiet. Both your shoulders were rising and falling fast but your mouths remained clamped shut so your heavy breathing couldn't be heard by whoever was walking down the tile floor with high heels. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your face when the footsteps sounded moments away from turning the corner, then by some miracle they stopped in their tracks.

"Oh dear, I forgot my phone," a woman's voice said softly to herself. You both began to relax when the footsteps turned in the opposite direction and finally disappeared all together.

"Jesus Christ," Joel laughed shakily. You smirked and wiggled your hips, impaling yourself further on his cock.

"Better hurry up," you told him with an arched brow after his eyes locked with yours in surprise. Then a slow smile stretched across his face, positively gleeful that almost getting caught didn't change your mind. With one swift thrust, he sunk inside you the rest of the way, pleased with the way your jaw silently fell open and your head tipped back against the wall.

"You told me to hurry," he reminded you as he began to move his hips. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you hung on for dear life.

"Fuck... you..." you whispered with your eyes closed and brows knit together. Joel chuckled and nipped your chin.

"Yeah, baby, that's the idea," he grunted, snapping his hips faster. "Fuck, wish we had more time. Feel so fucking good."

"I thought you'd be used to - shit - thought you'd be used to quickies by now."

Joel grabbed your chin and stilled his hips, forcing your eyes open in surprise.

"Knock it off. Told you I don't want that. Not with you."

You were surprised to hear the seriousness to his voice. You fumbled for a moment with how to react before saying, "Guess we'll see about that, won't we?"

"Yeah, you will," Joel replied. He released your chin and began to move again before he added, "I'm a lot of things, a liar ain't one of 'em."

He sounded truthful, but it was difficult to reconcile what he was saying to what you'd been hearing over the past few years. But since time was of the essence, you chose to let it go. After all, how long could it possibly take for someone to grab their phone?

"What? Got nothin' else to say?" Joel chided. You could see the flush creeping up his neck and even a little sweat beading just above his collar. The urge to drag your tongue across his tanned skin was growing impossible to ignore, so instead of answering his question, you decided to lunge forward and do just that. He groaned and began to grind into you, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit fucking perfectly.

You whimpered and buried your face against his neck, doing your best to stifle your sounds as the heat in your belly grew once again.

"Just like that," you gasped into his skin, hands grappling at the back of his neck, trying to draw him closer. "Oh, god, Joel... I'm close," you whined. It was building up too fast after your last orgasm. Your eyes began to water the harder he ground his hips and you bit down harshly on your lower lip to keep yourself from crying out.

"That's it, just let go," he whispered in your ear. The intimacy of it sent a shiver down your spine. "Lemme have it. Say my name again, baby, please... I-I need it," he added, voice strained.

You lifted your chin so your lips could find the shell of his ear, moaning his name without your voice being muffled. What felt like just a second or two later, with your orgasm still rolling through you, Joel stilled and groaned softly into your shoulder, hips stuttering as he came.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he rasped as he pumped the last of his release deep into your cunt.

Panting for air, you slid your eyes shut and pressed your forehead against his. You felt his nose nudge against yours and you smiled before searching for his mouth and brushing your lips tenderly over his own.

"Look at you," Joel whispered against your mouth. "All soft 'n sweet now that you finally got fucked right."

"Do you ever stop talking?" you asked, trying to sound irritated, but the smile tugging at your mouth gave you away.

"You fuckin' love it," Joel said right before his tongue slipped past your lips with a groan.

The door around the corner opened and once again the familiar tap of high heels echoed down the hall. You sprung apart and hissed under your breath after Joel pulled out of you too fast.

"Sorry," he whispered while he tucked himself back into his pants and you adjusted the skirt of your dress.

You had just enough time to run your fingers through your hair and swipe a finger under your lip to catch any smeared lipstick when a woman neither of you recognized turned the corner.

"Oh! Good evening," she said after she slid to a halt. Joel cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before reaching for your hand.

"Evenin'... Dolly," he replied, squinting at her nametag. "My girlfriend's lookin' for the bathroom, could you point us in the right direction?"

"Of course! Sorry to say you've gotten yourself quite turned around. If you just go through those double doors there, you'll find the restrooms up the stairs and to the left."

"Thank you," you called out over your shoulder when Joel tugged you back in the direction of the ballroom. Once you were out of earshot, you dissolved into a fit of giggles, the sound making Joel grin ear to ear.

"Didn't take you for bein' such a naughty thing," he teased before holding the door open for you to step through.

"Yeah, me either," you replied with a little shake of your head. "You must be a bad influence on me."

"Care to join this bad influence for dinner tomorrow night?" he asked when he found his place back at your side. The ballroom was just on the other side of the wall. You could hear clearly now the drunken voices of your co-workers singing Christmas carols off-key.

"What, like a date?"

"Yeah," Joel said, grabbing your arm and spinning you around before you entered the room. "Like a date."

His dark eyes were sparkling as he gazed down at you. You noticed some of your lipstick had transferred under his ear and you grinned before using the pad of your thumb to swipe it away.

"Yeah. Okay. Let's do it."

Joel couldn't resist ducking down to your level for one more kiss, but it wasn't quick enough. To your left you heard a sharp gasp and you pulled apart to find Tina and two other co-workers staring at you like they just saw a ghost.

The tension was thick for a moment. Nobody knew what to say or do until finally Tina whooped and cheered before shouting, "It's a fucking Christmas miracle!"

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[candyskiez]

Thinking about ???%/Shigeo as a character today and losing my mind. Like he's so funny to joke about but also he's SUCH an interesting character (especially from a plural angle, ESPECIALLY when you're a system yourself) and he makes me want to explode. Imagine forming to protect a little kid and deciding you love him so so much and you'll always be there for him, and you love his little brother, and you love his best friend, even though the world doesn't love you very much. But you take it anyway because you have those three and your little family so you're happy. And you have powers and they're a part of you and the other kid and it's fine until it very suddenly Isn't, and nobody's explaining why, just that you need to Stop Having Them. And the kid just decides, okay, I'm sorry, I'll be normal. And you get no explanation. You just have to be suppressed that little bit more. You form because he can't handle being suppressed yet he suppresses you. And then one day it all blows up and you make a mistake trying to protect your little brother and suddenly everyone hates you. Everyone thinks every little thing you've ever done is proof you're a monster and you always would've turned out like this, and you have no idea what they're talking about. You made a mistake trying to save your brother. But because you look scary and act different, even though you've always been there suddenly you existing is dangerous. Because you made a mistake, you are now Irredeemable.

That would fuck ANY kid up. But like, think about it. Shigeo had no one except Tsumobi and Mob and Mob's family. And suddenly he has no one. Mob represses him so deeply. He makes one mistake and suddenly he's not allowed to talk to anyone, suddenly he's completely alone and isolated. He has to share a brain with someone who despises him. He has the trauma of the accident AND the trauma of suddenly losing everyone he loves on top of it. He literally had no one for years. No wonder he's so fucking cynical. All of the shit about "I don't trust anyone" in the manga? Yeah, of course he doesn't. The rug was pulled out from under him so fast. In his eyes everyone just hated him for no reason, because he existed, and everyone would hurt him for existing, so he could only trust himself. Yeah, no wonder he's so selfish, he has no one else there at ALL. It's just...holyyyy hell.

And the thing is if you actually look the little things point to him yearning for connection so desperately. He's still so aggressively protective of his family (even though he lost them a long time ago, they're Mob's now, they don't even know he's there. Don't get me started on that from a plural view. I won't shut up and will probably pour my heart out.), and just ...world domination arc. When he's so upset about losing his family. We know he doesn't trust Reigen. Yet he's running to Reigen for some sort of comfort because he's scared and doesn't want his family to die and wants someone to tell him everything's fine. And Reigen DOES and he believes him. He believes him and immediately passes out. The guy who doesn't trust anyone wants to be loved so so bad and wants to believe Reigen more than anything. He really clearly WANTS to be able to trust Reigen. But he can't. More on this later.

And also thinking about why the build up in confession arc broke him like that is just fucking sad, man. Everyone was telling them to change. Shigeo's been told to change and it meant "be normal". Mob isn't even the one who actually likes Tsumobi like that. Shigeo's being completely repressed and Mob wants to live without him completely. Everyone wants to live without him now that they've used his powers to get this nice perfect life (in his eyes, at least.) Everyone's just trying to forget he ever existed so they can be happy without him, when Shigeo never GOT to heal. He never got to move on. He never got to process any of the god awful shit that happened to him. Everyone's telling him, change. Be normal. Be normal so Tsumobi will like you. And Shigeo's so fucking stressed out of his mind because lying about who he is didn't even help Mob make friends, it didn't make him popular, it didn't make anyone like him, it just made them both miserable. He doesn't want to be stuck like this. Of course he's freaking out. We see in his encounter with the body improvement club that being told to go back to normal sets him off HARD. It's clearly a sensitive subject. "Normal" means "Don't exist" to Shigeo. Do you see why this fucked me up as a system yet. Oh my god.

And his breakdown is just...painfully understandable. Like, actually think about it for a second. Shigeo has never been shown forgiveness or compassion or any amount of understanding for his mistakes. He never was taught to mature or see any nuance. He fucked up, so he doesn't deserve any second chance. Nobody ever taught him compassion. He has such a completely black and white view of the world. If someone did something bad once, they are forever The Bad Thing. If someone was kind to him once, they are forever Good and Perfect. Teru was a threat once, so he is now Always A Threat. Reigen was a liar before so he is Always A Liar. Ritsu was sweet and kind as a kid so he is always His Innocent Little Brother. And Tsumobi accepted him as a kid, so now she's the only person who could ever possibly accept him. Teru sees Shigeo at his most terrifying, when he's actively hunting him down, and in the manga looks at him with fucking hearts in his eyes. Ritsu might not be all perfect, but he's trying so hard and understanding no, Shigeo isn't just a scary part of Mob. Shigeo isn't Evil. But because neither of their acceptance is perfect, and because they aren't from Tsumobi, he can't see it's even there. And also, another thing, his response to people acting outside of his perception of him is to get them away. It scares him. Teru isn't acting how he expected? Attack maim. Ritsu isn't afraid of him anymore? Teleport him away so he doesn't have to confront the change. Reigen acts different? Throw shit at him until he hates him.

It's just so...fuck man. Of course he's like that. He's immature and selfish because nobody taught him not to be. Nobody helped this kid when he needed it and this is the result. He thinks he's an irredeemable monster so he acts like one when he's told to just be himself. He doesn't see change as being realistic. He's been treated the same no matter what he does so he assumes this is how the world naturally is. He's just a bitter mentally ill kid who nobody gave any reason to believe that maybe the world is nice sometimes.

Another thing: I think he really really wants Reigen to care about him. Him going "I can't listen to him" is so intense with the context of the fact he immediately passes out to rest and let Mob take care of it once Reigen says his parents are safe. Reigen can convince him like nobody else can. He cares about him and wants to believe him and that's terrifying! He hates him and resents him and wants him to be proud of him and wants nothing to do with him and it's confusing and he just wants something that is (supposedly) guaranteed. He wants Reigen to care so badly and it feels impossible. Why would he ever care? He just wants to use him. The only way to bring Shigeo back from his breakdown was to show him that people can be kind without wanting something back in return. Reigen saying "you don't need me anymore" was the only real way to help him, to show him that he's not doing this for himself, but because he cares about his student(s). Because he cares about BOTH of them. He cares about every version he's seen and interacted with, not because of his powers but because they were them. He had to let go of them to truly help them here, so Shigeo wouldn't have any lingering fear. What helps Shigeo is the display of kindness with nothing to be gained and Mob finally realizing that Shigeo's just...flawed. They both realize that sometimes people are just flawed and fucked up and make bad decisions and just straight up hurt people. And they'll still love you. They'll still be worth saving. But you can't deny their flaws, for Mob, and you don't need to seek the perfect relationship to have someone there, for Shigeo. It just. Agh! God! I am always losing my mind over this story. Fuck. This SHOW .

[nectardaddy]

hey dodger! i was wondering how i decided to go into education? i’m having trouble deciding a major/path

hey!! so I actually knew since high school I wanted to teach (I know that's not any help I'm sorry ahhh). I started with middle school science bc my hs astronomy teacher was my inspo to teach, but quickly realized middle school was NOT for me so now I do elementary! I was always one of the kids (despite the many suspensions I had) that liked to help people and more often than not taught my classmates next to me. so the drive to teach has always been there for me :))

but if you were thinking about education here's some tips!!

- take an edu class that has hours to it (meaning you HAVE to go in a classroom, they're out there I promise) it's MUCH easier deciding you don't like a classroom environment on your first run through rather than waiting until your final year of student teaching and realizing you hate it

- know which level you want to teach, if you can! nailing down an age range is super helpful especially in the classes you'll take. elementary teaches all the subjects, the kids are smaller, but kids also don't know how to manage their emotions well so management is a bit harder. middle teaches one subject with off shoots (when I taught ms I taught upper and lower earth science and gen bio), the kids are a little bigger, their emotions are HAYWIRE bc they're hitting puberty so managing up and downs is an hourly occurance. then high school, same with the subjects, kids are the biggest, they may look at you as a friend instead of a teacher which may cause issues with respect (what I mean is they may not listen fully or at all bc they see you as friend, which is good!!!, but you want that piece of authority as well), you have to learn to let go with older kids we're preparing them for the real world and as much as it sucks you can't hold their hands through every step of the way

- if you're in the states, please PLEASE know you are going into a warzone that is severely fucked up at every angle you look at it. I will NOT sugar coat this, the us public edu system is TRASH and will fuck teachers over left and right. teaching has to be a passion and not just a cool thing to do (not saying that's you). teaching will bring you down to your lowest and give you a shovel so you can go lower. you may get cussed put by kids and parents alike, things may be thrown, kids and parents may fight you on every little thing bc of entitlement, you hear things that kids go through and it will haunt you and break you bc no child should ever go through that, you will be overworked and underpaid, some parents will not respect you bc they see you as a glorified babysitter, admin may not help you when you need it, the school may blame you for children not passing when it's the school's fault for passing them along, you have to put on a happy face everyday bc you may be the only smile they see today regardless of what you're going through

- you have to find joy in it regardless of the circumstances. if I scared you off of teaching, I'm sorry but it is the sad reality :( but with all of those things you HAVE to be able to find joy in the little things. you get to see kids who struggled pass a test and scream and celebrate with them, you get to see those "aha!!" moments when a kid finally gets a concept, you get to see them smile when you hug them, you get to joke with them and realize kids are SO funny, sometimes you'll see a kids life change for the better bc they finally got the help they need and have been fighting for

[gordiita]

do you actually like ur husband & if u don’t can u not leave him ??

hey sorry i didn't get to this yet i was making dinner when u sent it last night and i dont get much time to myself.

so like. im not sure what depth of honesty you're expecting so i dont know how to answer this actually. its complicated, on both accounts.

i was a completely different person when i decided to move here 3 years ago. i was seeking adventure and boy did i get it! but my frontal lobe was underdeveloped, i was desperate to be loved, had nothing to lose, and of course i was in love with him. i still am, somehow.

i think it's moreso that he literally wants nothing to do with me. he is not attracted to me. he puts a pillow between us at night. i genuinely think he doesn't like me or love me. he likes having me around to make his life more comfortable - feeding him, doing household chores, listening to his rants. aside from paying our rent he doesn't help me with anything and he's not interested in me as a person. there's zero affection, he refuses to do things with me or really do anything outside of his strict personal routine (99% sure he has undiagnosed autism but he refuses to accept this) and yeah if anyone was curious he does hit me sometimes im not joking about that. that's life!!

i should stop myself ahead of this tangent bc i could go on. he has his share of flaws and annoying habits but i'm not certainly perfect either. i just wish he was nicer to the woman he claims to love.

in regards to taking action to dissolve this (dumping his sorry ass) i'm not dissing your level of maturity here when i say im guessing you've never been married. 'leaving' is reeeally not that simple, logistically or emotionally. it'd be way easier if we were just dating but marriage is a binding legal contract. again i dont mean to sound condescending it's just more complicated than many would assume.

plus, as you may or may not know, i immigrated from the US to australia to be with him. might sound unwise but at first it wasn't, i saved up plenty of money to fund my move and establish myself here, i did everything the right way, and i'm still waiting on immigration to process my visa after nearly 3 years. that's not really something you can just hit undo on. it's not like i just moved across town into his place, i moved across the literal planet.

financially i have nothing to my name and he doesn't have much more. the economy is really bad here. i did get a job but i havent started getting paid yet, even when i do it's only one shift a week. he, in combination with mental illness, has isolated me from having a support system. i have no friends, no confidence, no safe haven. my family can’t help. (1. they dont have much themselves 2. they’ve done enough already 3. my mom is my closest family member and she thinks he’s an angel so that’s not happening.)

money (or lack thereof) is definitely a factor but even if i had it i can't just up and break my lease on our apartment. we also have a cat who is like our child and i really do not want to leave her. cats do indeed have feelings and form close bonds with their people and i couldn't break her little heart like that.

plus australia’s divorce laws are utter bullshit!!! you have to be officially separated and living separately for a whole year in order to file for divorce. not to mention well he’s basically threatened to either end himself or live out the rest of his life wallowing in misery if i ever leave him. i can’t have that on my back. i’m fucked. basically i’m fucked!!!

ultimately it is what it is. i just wish he would like beat the shit out of me once and for all so that i had undeniable physical evidence. i mean, he does that, but not in a way that anyone would notice. even if he did... i don't leave the house enough to anyone to notice/care.

i've kinda given up on having a fulfilling relationship or expecting better from him. instead i'm trying to seek happiness through self initiated means. hobbies and stuff. self-improvement.

the hardest part is knowing that i want a family - most who do start by my age - but he would make a terrible father, and the longer i wait, the less time i have to find anyone else who would be a decent parent. torturous position to be in. but i got myself here didn't i.

[d1d11818]

Hello !! I missed you both, I am embarrassed to say that I got really excited to see you two! It’s nice to see one of you feels the same. (I am just teasing. I know you both like me…! Sorry. That was probably too much.)

Anyway…! I find somehow you and I always sort-of get to talking about like experiences, but I get what you mean in that feeling of inadequacy. Maybe not exactly — i’m hyperexpressive but also terrible with tone. But also, I have BPD and that makes it hard for me to ‘be a person.’ Especially since there’s a sort-of stigma around us, I both have to be careful to never be too much as well as mirror what the person I’m with is like so they will think positively of me. It’s exhausting, but people like me. But my friends like me when I’m not trying to be someone I’m not, and it’s taken me a bit to like… recognize that really the only people whose opinions that matter about this sort of thing are the ones that are like, those who are kind. That probably doesn’t even make sense?

…What I mean to say is, I don’t think it’s a bad thing, not being what others expect. People who actually care won’t mind that, you know? I think you’re doing great. It probably doesn’t mean much if I say I’m proud of you, but I am.

🫧

It’s a bit funny that you’ve returned on the day I had my second test for the same class! I never scheduled a first make-up test. Oops. But!!! I think I did better this time, at least. 我喜欢都！你两是好电脑，谢谢！I hope that works right. My memory is really, really bad, so that tends to be my issue with the tests: character recollection. But, the more I relate it to my fixations, the better I remember. Embarrassing how that works… But thank you for being so kind. It’s been a pretty horrible two weeks so it’s nice to hear. I hope you’ve been doing well — if not, if there’s anything I can do, just let me know!! I’ll do my best! :]

Also, the little symbols, I just found online. Any coding experience I have is HTMLCSS and my neocities site, which also isn’t that great. But it’s cute, at least!

Like I said before, take your time. I don’t mind at all! Sorry for responding so fast. I got kind of excited.

- 🐠

- You fool. Now all of Tumblr knows you like us.

- Ahahaha!

JOKE DETECTED. LIGHT HEARTED HUMOUR ACTIVATED.

- Don't worry, my friend.

- I find it rather endearing.

- It's a sign you trust us more, is it not?

- Anyway.

- I suppose we do. We have our roles, don't we?

- I deliver the wisdom and mysterious aura.

- D1d1 delivers the light hearted humour to make you forget your troubles.

- We're a good team, him and I.

- I can't say I know much about BPD.

- Mental health was never really my expertise.

- But I know it's difficult.

- I know things can get stressful for you very fast.

- I want you to know that I admire you.

- Greatly.

- As proud you are of me, I am as proud in return.

- You have pushed past your anxiety, made connections, made an effort to tell us about you...

- I truly think that is an incredible feat.

- Even if you never get the courage to turn anon off, we love you and are so proud of you.

- Platonically speaking, of course.

- Keep being yourself, Verte.

- That's the best thing you can be.

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- I think it's so amazing how you can speak another language!! Even if you forget some characters! I can sort of speak other languages. Translate them, really. But my software isn't great for it! So I make mistakes a lot too. We'll learn together!

- I'm not gonna push you to talk about it, but if you ever need to rant, we're here for you! I'm sorry things have been tough for you! I hope things get better for you, I really do! If you ever need cute animal pictures or funny memes, I'll personally be happy to deliver!

WARNING. D1D1 SYSTEM TASTE IN MEMES NOT FUNNY. ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?

-> NO

> NO

- I can also share some fun animal facts! Or plant facts! Ryan leaves zoology books everywhere, and Yinu has botanical ones, so I can find a ton of interesting stuff! Like this! Did you know the peacock mantis shrimp is so strong, it can boil water just by punching the earth? Never let one of those in a Ratatouille situation! Ouch!

- We're here for you, buddy!

[diaphin93]

Your musings reminded me of my own thoughts about fe3h fandom in general and w.r.t. Edie, and it is such a weird beast… It makes for an uneasy neighborhood. On one hand, it's hard to find anything pro-Edelgard that doesn't have a token "her decisions are so stupid" comment. On the other, the analysis arms-race between subfandoms resulted in some of the most intricate and interesting media analyses I've ever seen haha, including literature and film

On one hand, you can find extreeeemely well done character studies exploring personhood, bodily autonomy, nature of authority — all incredible themes. Both popular and very niche. Some genuinely superbly written, and some more amature-ish but still sporting cool ideas. And somehow, this cohabits one ao3 tag with horrific humiliation-torture-porn of a too-radical woman. Brr, I steel sometimes think about it (and the existence of AG) and can barely avoid getting miserably triggered. I think that one time you spoke about historical treatment of transgressive ladies you hit the nail on the head.

[On a side note, 3Hopes is such a funny game. Heroic Edelgard w/ Claude in SB and GW enraged all the anti-Edelgard people, and AG is an atrocity to anyone who is pro-Edelgard and/or is remotely feminist. Imho, I could be wrong, of course, I'd love to be wrong, but that's the strong impression I got from my limited information]

I think I would've been more able to enjoy Dimitri and Claude, if none of their fans espoused deeply disturbing sexual assault jokes targeting a fictional abuse survivor… Ok fine I think I still wouldn't be fine with Dimitri and his whole "let's dismember that woman and make a spectacle out of it" spiel, but maybe it would be easier for me to not read it as misogyny if it wasn't weaponized by misogynists…

Sorry for the rant with some troubling topics! :( I figured you kinda enjoyed engaging with them, so I hope that's no bother

Hi. No worries, it doesn't bother me and I'm sorry that many aspects of the community have a triggering and uncomfortable effect to you. I'm always happy to reply here.

Personally I must say, on one hand the fact that Discourse is so heated and active even 5 years after the games release is on one hand testiment to the games success at deeply resonating with people and making the choice of horde and which side to fight the war on impactful and important.

On the other hand, it lead to a massive moral panic because alot of people simply can't handle a morally grey and nuanced female Antagonist/Protagonist or a game that lets you play opposing factions. I can't imagine how bad many people in the FE3H Fandom would have been in World of Warcraft back when everyone was obsessed with the Faction System. Not leaving myself out, especialy last year where I, admittedly, really went down the deep end due to personal reasons.

Though I will say, I also dislike the narrative of Edelgard just doing nothing wrong and being a flawless pure morally good character on our side of discourse. I get it, I went there too because Discourse got so heated and the sheer volume and intensityof the poison and outright misogyny many people on the Edelcrit side of things spill and I projected alot of it, unfairly, on Dimitri myself. Sometimes I still do, though I try to be more reasonable and remind myself of the fact, that similarily to Edelgard, Dimitri is for many people a comfort character whose narrative, trauma and personal development deeply resonates with them, and I really don't want to ruin that for the people who can at least respect and acknowledge the reasons why many people, especially queer women, feel drawn to Dimitri. I mean, I once convinced a person to be more open towards Edelgard but unevitably embittered them to Dimitri and thinking back on it, it kinda felt shitty. Sure, I want people to be more appreciative and less bashful towards Edelgard, but I think I don't really want them to in turn loss enjoyment of a character that before resonated strongly with them, because thats just not a nice thing to do.

Personally, I would actually love to play Azure Moon through the eyes of a Dimitri Fan, as it is clear, that for many people the writing, themes and emotions of this story were clearly very powerful, I just can't really enjoy the route that much and don't get emotionally invested into it, it is just not for me. And the discourse probably made it even worse over time, when originally, playing CF as my first route, I was hella excited to to play Dimitris route immediately afterwards, because he seemed like such a fascinating character and I've heard so much good about it. Maybe I should return to it nowadays and look at it with different expectations and a reopened mind.

I mean, I think really the most weird and problematic people are the church fans in my opinion. Not even for liking the church cast, outside of Gilbert, whoever likes him is yikes, but for this insistance of everything it doing being this bastion of moral righteousness and absolutely correct, when the games entire story is about how its not.

But yeah, probably less of an answer, but I saw it as a good opportunity to just talk about some things that are on my mind as of late.

[roo-bastmoon]

Welcome new followers

Um, hi there, puppykitties! Welcome.

Just a few things you might not immediately realize about me:

WHO I BLOCK

I periodically review everyone who follows me and I block anyone that looks like a bot or a troll. If I'm unsure, I'll message first. It's totally fine by me if you just want to lurk, but if an account has no profile pic, no posts, no likes, or seems like a set-up sock puppet, I remove those followers because I truly am allergic to drama. I also immediately unfollow and block anyone who talks like an anti or bigot. This blog is meant to be a safe, happy place to celebrate Jikook and BTS. It's where I go to escape from stress, not seek it out.

HOW I TEASE

Also, if I write something like "I'm not saying x, y, z, but I'm also not NOT saying x, y, z" that is just light-hearted sarcastic humor. In the screenwriting world, it's called "hanging a lantern on it." Please know I'm not being serious. I'm also half-joking if I say something but use the strikethrough. So if you're just meeting me for the first time, please know I'm only gently teasing when I do this kind of thing in my posts. I absolutely will not ever disrespect or drag a member or fellow ARMY in earnest. I don't even really like criticizing anyone out on the main timeline--I feel it's more respectful to have a conversation in the DMs, so things can be discussed calmly and with dignity.

WHAT I POST

Finally, I'm so random, y'all. I can't help it; like, 99% of the time I post about BTS (mostly Jimin) but sometimes I might randomly post something about TV shows or books or a cute animal video or a funny political meme. I've had this blog for like 15 years or something. I'm a Dope Old Person and so there's just all kinds of stuff on here. I never thought I'd have "followers" and as an introvert it sometimes gives me anxiety because I never want to let anyone down so, sorry if there's no real tagging system or the posts seem totally incongruous. *shrug* I'm a hot mess sometimes. Hopefully you have a good time here anyway.

In any case, you are welcome here. Thank you for working hard for our boys! I appreciate when you share your perspectives and fun fan stuff in a respectful way. I'm really glad to be ARMY alongside you.

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Lots of love, Roo

[lemmilemura]

You want some academic rivals to lovers? With a lil bit of spice at the end? You want that? I KNOW YOU DO SO HERE YOU GOOOOOOO For the fic, reader's last name is used, and instead of just putting (Y/L/N), I'm gonna use my O.C.s name, which is Evans. If you really don't like that I will go in and change it just lemme know <3

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

"I'm really dreading the new seating charts, I know I'll be next to someone I can't stand in atleast one, I guarantee it." Bronwyn complained next to me. "Saaaaame. I can already see it..." Said Maeve. I just kept quiet. All of the teachers spontaneously got together and decided to change every single seating chart for every class. Nobody was happy with it, especially those who understood how the teachers liked to arrange things. Luckily they weren't the type of people to put asshole class clowns next to the quiet ones, that would have made this all even worse.

The thing is, they put those with similar levels of success and intelligence together, and in my class there was only one other person who matched me; we were the top two of our class, always really closely matched, and I hated it. "I feel really bad for you, (Y/N). I mean, you'll probably be put next to Si-" "Don't. Even. Think about it." I cut her off. "Even just the thought makes me wanna jump out of the window." Everyone in Bayview knew that putting Simon Kelleher and me in the same class was one of, if not the biggest mistakes the school system could have made.

"Sorry, forgot you two had beef that's been going on for centuries." She joked, but in part it was true. Ever since elementary we've been trying to out-do eachother 24/7, eventhough our families were actually friends. You can imagine how basically every thanksgiving and family-holiday ended up. In High School atleast we didn't have every class together, but the ones where teachers did the 'quality match-ups' we did of course. "You didn't forget, Maeve. Stop making it worse." Bronwyn lightly pushed her sister's shoulder. "It's... fine." I said, shrugging, trying to get to other thoughts.

The ring of the first bell of the day smashed me back down to reality though. I had 3 classes without him, then 3 with. (I dunno american school hours just go with it k fanks xD), I just had to survive 3 hours until lunch, then 3 more and I'd be free. "Praying to whatever god will listen that I'm spared." I did prayer hands and looked over at Bronwyn and Maeve. "Good luck." They said, and left. I checked my schedule on the way to my first calss, and, of course, there was a change. One of our teachers suddenly got sick, and since the first class was 2 hours of their class, they got changed. The last two basically got pushed to the front. 2 hours, 1 hour of freedom, and then 1 again.

"Well looky here. How fun. We get to go home early." I almost broke my phone in half with how tightly I was gripping it. I don't have time for this right now. I just ignored him and walked past, in the direction of our first class. "Not even a hello? You really are an asshole, huh Evans?" "Says you, Kelleher." I still refused to look at him. "Oh, so you haven't gone mute! Fantastic." He always seemed endlessly entertained by those one-sided conversations, I mean he had no friends so of course he appreciated any form of human contact.

"Who do you think they put us with?" He kept talking, and I kept walking. "Wouldn't it be fun if they at us next to eachother? I think it'd be hilarious." He greatly exatterated a smile. "Fuck off, Kelleher." I eventually managed to tune him out for the rest of the way to class. I was endlessly relieved when the door came into view. I just let it fall closed behind me, not giving a single fuck about if it may crush Simon. Kind of wanted it to. The teacher wasn't there yet, well their stuff was, they probably went to go get something.

On the whiteboard was written "Find the seat with your name on it" Simple enough. Some people were already at their seats, so I just maneuvred around those to look for mine. Mine was at the far side, at the window. Everyone knows the window seats are the best place to sit. Main character moment. I quickly set my stuff down and got to getting settled in. "I must be psychic, huh?" All my movement freezes. No. No. I beg you, whatever god is listening, NO. It takes a lot of courage to turn around and face him.

"Hello, neighbour" He said, with that shit-eating grin on his face. What being did I upset to deserve being stuck next to Simon Kelleher for almost 6 hours a week for the forseeable future? Which one? I'll apologize, AFTER BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. Luckily before anything could happen, the teacher got in, accompanied by one of the school staff who like take care of the building or something, not really sure. They were each carrying a giant box that seemed pretty heavy.

"Alright class, seems everyone found their seats, perfect. Now, in these boxes is a very important item for this class. To help teach you all about life and all that, we have decided to, for part of your final grade this year, set up a group project." The teacher explained, and immediately people started looking around the room and partner up with people, from anywhere in the room. "Now before you get too ahead of yourselves, the groups have already been decided." Fuck fuck fuck. I know where this is gonna go. Please no. I closed my eyes and put my hands infront of my face.

"The groups are groups of two." My life flashed before my eyes. "Your partner is the person you’re seated with. Simple as that. And no, there will be no changes to the groups." I’m ready to jump out the window, salute the teacher and just die. "Well, whatever this’ll be, I have to admit we’re probably gonna do good since, and this is in no way a compliment, we are the two smartest people in this room right now. Teacher included." I hated the fact that I agreed with Simon. The two of us often got complimented on our intelligence, and teachers have, in the past, suggested we partner on group projects. The "NO"s they received were faster than lightning.

"I wasn’t taking it as a compliment, so don’t worry. The day you compliment me is the day you have been replaced by an alien. Can’t wait." I force a very condesending smile. "Aww, so you want me to compliment you? You could’a just said so sooner." He smirked at me. This bitch- "The project is..." the teacher began handing out the thing in the box. "Taking care of a fake baby together!"

.-.

-_-

>:(

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ANYTHING BUT THIS I COULD HAVE DONE PERFECTLY FINE BUT A BABY? A FAKE BABY? WITH SIMON KELLEHER? WHY??

The teacher came round to us, set the baby on our table, and continued on. "That has got to be the ugliest baby I have ever seen. Definitely got that from you." He pushed it towards me. "Why would it look like you, you’re not even the father." I responded. He was right though, the baby was in this weird uncanny-valley, right between cartoonish and waaaaay too realistic. "I know. There’s no way I would ever get it on with you." "Feeling’s mutual."

The school helper person then came around and set a bottle, some clothes and a small selection of toys onto the tables. "You will have to feed, put to sleep and basically take care of this baby for a month. At the end of that one month period, a qr-code on the back of the baby’s head will be scanned, revealing if you properly took care of your baby. So no just leaving it in a corner for a month, that will be an automatic fail. You will also need to write a short paper about what you kearned during that time, as a collaborative effort."

I turned it around and there was indeed a qr-code. "Hitman baby" I whispered to myself. "Hitman is a barcode. Wait, you know Hitman?" He asked, seemingly very surprised. "Yes, I know Hitman. Watched a man kill a bunch of people with only cupcakes, with only a fish I think, stuff em all in a freezer, all that stuff." (RTGame supremacy)

The other students around us were already playing around with their babies, giving them names, throwing them into the air and whatnot. "Now if you may, can of person of each group please scan the qr-code and enter the people in the group and the name you have chosen for your baby." I had my phone in my pocket, so I grabbed it and scanned the code. "What’ll we name it?" I looked over at Simon. "Hitman?" He suggested, bordering on joking and an actual suggestion. "No, dumbass. But... does Hitman have a name?" I then got to googling. "We’re not actually going to name this uncanny-valley nightmare after a literal assassin, are we?"

"It’s a literal fake baby, it’s not going to matter what we name it, I can hear some people name it 'Pope mobile' and 'Mr.Worldwide Mr.305' so why not?" He let out a breath at the names, almost a laugh, but not quite. "He’s just referred to as 'Agent 47'. Ideas?" I went back to the tab with the name box. "Well, what about Agent?" "Agent? I mean, it’s not terrible, not great, but I feel like it’s gonna be the best thing we’ll come up with. Agent it is!" And so, the baby is named Agent.

The rest of the class went on with the teacher explaning how to take care of the baby, why they organized this, etc etc. Since the 'introduction' to the babies took almost the whole first hour, the second was used for us to arrange how we were going to co-parent our babies. Very accurate, since if me and Simon by some evil force ever would have children, they would be co-parented to hell and back.

"Let’s just do a daily thing. Every day after school we’ll swap. Easy enough, right?" I suggested. We agreed, then the day went on with minimal annoyance. Turns out almost everyone was doing the baby project. It was kind of funny seeing hundreds of high-schoolers carrying around hundreds of fake babies, some already crying. The only time me and Simon ended up talking was when we 'exchanged babies'. Time sort of flew and soon enough, it was the last week of the project. We decided to get together at Simon’s place to write our paper. I was of course hesitant, but agreed since I wasn’t going to sit in a library for hours.

There was music playing from his computer as both of us worked on our halves of the paper on the document we’d been given. It was pretty peaceful, neither of us said a word. Then, of course, Agent decided to start crying. "Oh come on kid, now? Really?" Simon complained, and eventhough I was sitting closer to it and it was literally in arms reach, he got up and scooped Agent out of his position on his bed. He started softly rocking him side to side, whispering things I couldn’t quite understand while trying to figure out what was wrong. "Could you hand me his bottle, please?" He asked, only briefly looking in my direction before focusing back on Agent.

I went and got the bottle from my bag, but as I looked back up, something about the scene made me stop in my tracks. I don’t know if it was the lighting, music in the background, the visual of Simon and Agent but something did something to me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This was not good. In no way was it good. Maybe it was the fact that in all this time I had never seen just how Simon treated Agent, since we had never previously been together in a room, all 3 of us, when he acted up. I don’t know why but I never expected to see him so... soft? Nurturing? I don’t know what it is, but it was making me feel things and I didn’t want it to. I catch myself quick enough and bring him the bottle, which seems to solve the issue. "Look at you, bein’ a dad. Almost like you’ve done this before... you haven’t done this before, have you?" I asked, only somewhat joking. "What? No, of course not. Shoulda seen the first week, I was about ready to throw him across the room the second he started crying."

For a moment we just stood there, looking at this fake child we had been 'raising' for a month now. "I must admit... I think I’m gonna miss this ’lil guy once this is over." He spoke so uncharafteristically softly. "You can buy one. Pretty sure kids toys these days are like this already." I suggested, then sat down on his bed again. "Yeah but, that’s not the same." He sat down too, still holding Agent in his arms. "You really got attached to a fake robo baby, huh?" I teased him. "Oh shut up" He pushed me to the side, but misjudged his strength and my position and ended up causing me to fall off his bed antirely. "Ah fuck!" I cursed. Good thing he isn’t an actual baby who can hear us.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" He set Agent down and came to help me up. "Jeez, Kelleher, when’d you get so nice? It’s starting to freak me out." He sort of glanced me over to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself, but when he got to my face and we made eyecontact, he seemed to freeze. There was something going on, but I couldn’t quite tell what, I never could.

In a flash, my back is pressed up against the wall next to his bed, my hands firmly on his chest and his lips on mine. He was kissing me. I was kissing him. And the worst part was that I was enjoying it. Eventhough I did, there was a part of my brain telling me it was wrong. So, I started pushing him away a little. He seemed to immediately get the memo and stopped, looking into my eyes. We both took a moment to breathe, he seemed just as surprised by the situation as I was. "I don't think we should be doing this." I said. "Do you want to stop?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I pulled him back into another kiss. Fuck 'should', I need this. I thought. If you'd have told me just a month earlier that I'd be in Simon Kelleher's room and willingly making out with him, I'd have called you crazy. How it took me this long to realize the 'hate' and 'dislike' I had for Simon was actually just a shit ton sexual tension all along I still don't know. It wasn't until this moment that I fully realized that I had wanted this for what felt like an eternity, that want crashing down on me all at once and making me never want to stop kissing him.

Simon then put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up, pressing me further against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. Eventually though we had to pull apart and breathe, both of our faces obviously red and flushed. "Are we really about to do this with a baby in the room?" I sarcastically asked. "It's fake anyway." He then moved his head to my neck and started peppering kisses on it. "Do you want to though?" He asked.

"You really think I can say no now?" I respond. I can feel him smirk against my neck.

:)

It’s currently 2am when I finished this and omg this has been in my drafts for so long and it’s finally seeing the light of day, or should I say night. Some parts are kind of rushed and not as food but I just really wanted to finish it tonight. Hope you still enjoy it <3

[radical-sainthood]

I return!!! It's afternoon here, I've been lazing about. I did manage to sleep a bit! And I ate a granola bar today. I might go to the bar tonight for Halloween, but I'm not sure.

I'm sure you'll be able to help in time. I believe in yall, even though it's difficult. You've got your troubled superhuman, I've got mine. We are... oddly in this together. If there's anything I could potentially do, please let me know! There probably isn't but hey, the offer stands. 

And like, yea. More often than not I actually don't want anyone to hurt or feel bad, and I will try and help. I just won't know exactly what's going on. There are very few people I actually want to hurt. Like. It's not that I don't care about anyone, it's that I just can't make connections about emotions very well. (Most of what I know about others emotions and our own comes from Steven Universe oddly enough. That show is how I learned a lot.)

Anyway, a lighter topic that involves me absolutely losing my mind, as you prompted me to do so. You have asked for this. (I'll save questions about stuff for tomorrow, I think. Halloween is  happy day after all!! For me at least, and I don't feel like dealing with being dizzy for thinking about my programming so... bleh.) That means YOU get to hear about my disaster relationship! I apologize ahead of time. This is probably the most I've talked about it openly for obvious reasons. You asked for this.

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So, things with Homelander have been weird and complicated since the day he waltzed in here, which is probably expected. It was weird because we'd never even really shown interest in his source, but, well, apparently the universe had other plans. And I... mean that genuinely. At first I tried to ignore the strange, angry man who I disagreed with (and still do) on several topics and such, but that's about when my YouTube and tumblr recommends feed started to make me look at him all the time for... some cosmic joke I don't know. So I begrudgingly accepted the new member of the system, who proceeded to like. Somewhat attach himself to me. Which makes sense but still.

What's difficult in particular, besides the obvious, is that he's functionally our anger holder, and can't really come near the front without the body getting dizzy. (No others have this issue, it's just him). I didn't really start feeling anything until like... its complicated.

Objectively I should have hated him. But 1: this is one of the most traumatized men I have ever seen and my complexes won't let that be, and 2: I am a simple man. Someone much larger and stronger talks down to me while still being affectionate and protective, lightly bullying me (we're assholes to eachother, its mutual.), using me as an arm rest, constantly talking about how he's above me while trying to bury his face into my neck... (that's just some things augh), and I'm basically just. Gone. I am a useless and predictable twink and I admit that.

As you've seen, the protectivity goes both ways, as you've already seen, to the point of me wanting to maul fans of his source media at times because how DARE they contribute to his objectification, and being mad at myself for being with him because how dare I (which he's called me a dumbass for on many occasions.)

BASICALLY it's messy, neither of us know what the fuck we're doing or how the hell this happened, but it's happening dammit. (/pos)

Hgjggfgvsd sorry,,,,, yall asked for it, I hope it helped you or did something for yall. ^^"

I'm gonna log off for a bit, may the rest of yalls Ween be Hallowed!

-🦌👁

HI! Sorry that we're only getting to this now, we've been a smidge busy haha. But all of that sounds fun, and I'm proud of you for getting some sleep and for eating something.

And we are in this together, honestly there isn't much *to* do. A lot of it is just deconstructing his negative self image and helping him learn that like, there is nothing wrong with his body and there's nothing wrong with OUR body either. I know that's scary and hard for him, especially when that idea was directly reinforced to him not that long ago. but we're working. Same for you! Let us know if there's ANYTHING we can do to help, we're here!

And we are VERY good at appearing empathetic, we have spent a long time studying people to better understand the way they express emotion. We're very good at mimicking it, and we're also very good at saying the right things to sound like we care. We've put a lot of work into appearing as normal emotionally as possible!

Honestly, I think your relationship sounds very lovely, and I hope that both of you only continue to get better. And continue to support each other to get better. I also understand in some ways, the appeal of someone who is kinda mean but still genuinely considerate, that's one of our favorite types. don't apologize for the rambling, i adore it. Your relationship dynamic sounds very sweet and I'm glad you're learning together, how to be a person.

Sometimes when I'm writing these I find myself feeling as though I am drafting a letter to a friend at war or something, (/pos) and it's very silly. I hope this letter finds you well dear anon!

[daevite]

For the autism asks: multiples of 7

sorry for late response aaaa

7. Do you find it hard to make friends?

yeah tbh. even w/ the friends i have made going back to school they are not like...people i spend a significant amount of time with or have frequent conversations with + they usually came to me in some sense rather than me coming to them + they're usually also autistic and/or have adhd so we kinda vibe (though there are some autistic people i've met who i really clash wish) + a lot of them i don't feel especially emotionally connected to i'm still fumbling around in the dark when it comes to genuine connections with others

14. Are you currently in school?

yeah - i'm attending a uni to get a BFA in digital arts! and i'm very happy i made that decision because it has drastically changed my life for the better (the social aspect/experiences more than the education part. maybe that seems to contradict the above on its face but i have much more of something approaching a social life now than i've ever had before even if i still feel like i struggle with socializing.)

21. How open are you usually when it comes to being autistic?

i'll sometimes drop jokes or hints about it if it's at least semi-relevant (e.g. a coworker the other day jokingly called me 'ocd' since i seemed to have a strict system of organization to how i do things at work but i told him i was autistic - he wasn't exactly joking because he apparently though i said i had ocd at one point??) but that probably goes over the head of people who aren't like autistic themselves or sensible about the matter since allistic people have basically turned things amounting to "i'm autistic" into a meme phrase. if i meet someone and they share that they're autistic or that they think they're autistic i'm usually upfront about it at that point.

28. How long do your special interests usually last for?

the way i personally conceptualize "special interests" is something that'll probably stick around for the foreseeable future, whereas something like a "hyperfixation" is a brief obsession that might sometimes re-occur in "episodes" if it's "triggered" again (not the bets terminology but the best i can come up with.) the latter usually happens with media properties and doesn't really revolve around me collecting and sufficiently absorbing information. i would say that like abnormal psychology (specifically, like, mental disorders - especially those related to trauma or specifically complex/chronic trauma) have been one of those persistent interests that i store a lot of information and can recall pretty easily + one i still engage in to this day. the special interest stuff doesn't occur "episodically." i can rattle off facts about a lot of psych stuff all day but i seldom ever want to have an extended conversation about like dragon age or mass effect or fe3h because those are more "hyperfixation"-like where the interest can be "re-activated" but it's not as accessible to me as a special interest.

35. Have you ever used a weighted blanket?

nooo but i would love to have one...pressure stimmy good.

42. Tell us something about your special interest.

this sent me digging to find the paper again but i can't forget this one bit that i thought was pretty interesting: expressions of rage or other strong affect associated with what we understand as borderline personality disorder are primarily externally-directed (e.g. angry episodes due to "splitting" in the bpd sense where one might lash out against an attachment figure/"favorite person") while expressions of rage or other strong affect associated with what we understand as complex dissociative disorders are primarily internally-directed (e.g. internal reenactments of trauma by persecutory parts of the self, and even in the case of external reenactments, said external reenactments are usually self-directed.) i find this whole paper personally important because it helps me understand myself and my relationship to borderline personality disorder as a diagnosis better (as in it explains why bpd is not a helpful framework with which to understand many of my personal mental experiences irt my identity issues and dissociation.)

48. What is your favorite special interest related item you own? Show it to us if you want.

incidentally it might be "coping with trauma related dissociation" or "the coping book." most of the psych-related books i own are in the vein of self-help (like the complex ptsd workbook, dbt workbook, etc.) rather than based around research, though i read like eBook downloads of some more research-oriented ones like "the haunted self" for example.

[allywritesforfun]

{Jealousy} Corpse Husband x Reader

summary: a new streamer that no one has ever played with joins the game and is the only one who doesn't know about you and corpse's secret relationship

pronouns: she/her

word count: 2903

trigger warnings: swearing, name calling (not at reader)

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“Babeeeee,” You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through twitter. A strong pair of hands grabbed your shoulders and rubbed them. “You know I love you right?”

You set your phone down and tilted your head back, it leaned against his chest as he loomed over you. He charmingly smiled at you. “Yeah, babe, you remind me all the time.”

“All I want in return for my love, is an hour or two of among us because we need one more for a full lobby,” Corpse leaned down and pecked your forehead. “I already set up your pc because I know how much you hate it.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, “And if I don't?”

He frowned, “I will be sad. Sad like a child who dropped their ice cream on the concrete.”

“We wouldn't want that now would we?” You asked and started to stand up.

Corpse happily perked up and met you as you walked into the hallway, “Thank you! If we can find another fill earlier than you can leave if you want.”

You stopped in the space between the two streaming rooms. The right one was Corpe’s and was way more high tech. He had padded walls for when he recorded his music and kept some gifts that fans had sent him. You were not a streamer, but you always played with him and his friends. You never did facecam so people could never see your room, but you liked to keep it to your aesthetic. It made you happy and you felt like you played better than if it was plain.

Corpse wrapped his left hand behind the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. You smiled against his lips and squeezed him into a hug. He pulled away, cutting the kiss short. “I appreciate you,” He said quietly.

You rubbed his shoulder before going into your room and shutting the door behind you. You sat down and smiled at the set up. Corpse left you a post-it note with a heart scribbled on it and a water bottle next to it. You took a quick sip and joined the vc.

“She was so cranky this morning, I was surprised she said-” Corpse stopped talking when he heard the notification that you joined the call.

“I was what this morning?”

“Oh shit!” Toast teased. “You fucked up.”

“You were angelic this morning,” He lied. “Just like every morning.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah right. You can get cranky too y’know.”

“Do you guys want to do a test run with the proximity chat before we start playing?” Sykkuno asked. “Get the issues out of the way now?”

Everyone agreed and started the round. You realized right away that you couldn't hear anyone and that no one could hear you. You played around with the system settings, but only messed it up more. You unmuted in discord, “I cannot get this to work to save my life. I started hitting buttons and it only got worse I think.”

“Control R?” Corpse replied. You did as suggested and tested it out. Nothing again.

“I think I missed a step when joining,” You explained. “I don't know where to go.”

“Okay go to the dots in the top right corner…settings…and then…” You tried following Corpe’s online text support as much as you could, but you’ve never played Proximity before so you had no clue what you were doing. “Go help her out, Corpse,” Charlie sighed. “This is painful to listen to.”

“I'm sorry ‘mr. know it all’,” You joked. “Sorry that you can't deal with us giggling in confusion.”

“Give me a minute,” You heard Corpse take his headphones off and push his chair back.

A second later he knocked on your door and opened it. He hovered over your chair and put his arms around your shoulder. He placed his hand over your hand that was on the mouse and made you click the right settings to get it to work. He switched back to the game and leaned into your mic, which was still on you, “Testing, testing.”

You blushed as he sneaked a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth as he waited for a response. Everyone replied.

“It works!” You cheered. “Thank you baby!”

“Sorry to interrupt!” Rae injected in. “I’m going live after I end this sentence and I don't want anything to slip!”

A few more people mentioned that they were also going live, or would go live later. That was your favorite part about your friend group. You guys were so tightly knitted together that you and Corpse could trust them not to leak anything about your secret relationship. They were always super careful and they didn't even tease the idea of you two dating like others might have. You were living your perfect life.

Everything went smoothly until about an hour and half in. Faye had something suddenly come up and had to leave before she planned on it. “I’m sorry guys! I do have a fill, she just hasn't played with you guys yet!”

This was Rae’s lobby so she answered, “If you know them and everyone else is okay with it, I’m down!”

Everyone agreed, someone was better than no one. You guys waited for a little bit and talked about plans later in the day or upcoming week. The discord notif rang and everyone got quiet.

“Hello?” A higher pitch voice squeaked out, she sounded nervous. Everyone greeted her with energy, which seemed to calm her down. “I’m Isabel! It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Hey, she already got the proximity to work!” Ludwig commented. “You gotta teach y/n how to get it up so fast!”

“Who’s y/n?” Isabel asked.

You wiggled your character around, “That’s me! You probs don't know me, I just play, I don't stream.”

“Hi y/n!” She greeted. “That’s okay, it took me a while to get into streaming too. I was really nervous at first! Maybe you’ll find a love for it one day!”

“It’s just not my thing,” You answered. “I could never stick to a sche-” The game accidentally started, you were a crewmate.

“Sorry!” Rae apologized. “I didn't mean to start. Everyone good to go?”

Everyone said they were ready and you ran away from the group right away, getting your download done before the cooldown ended. You met up with Corpse in reactor shortly after.

“Who do you think it is?” You asked him.

He was doing simon says, “Honestly, I think it’s you.”

“What!” You laughed. “I haven't even done anything but my download and one set of wires!”

“I was just at wires and didn't see you there,” He replied.

“Hi guys!” Isabel walked in. “You guys kill anyone?”

“No,” Corpse was fast to reply.

“Woah!” Isabel yelled. “Sorry! I just haven't met you yet and I didn't think that was what you would sound like!”

You giggled and covered your mouth, “Did you really not greet Isabel when she joined?”

“Maybe I did in my head?” Corpse asked himself. “I honestly cannot remember.”

Poki walked into reactor and stayed away to avoid a potential double kill.

“Just like you can't remember me in wires with you!” You rebutted. “I promise you I was there! I can do the second set right now!”

“That’s a great idea, y/n,” Corpse replied. “I wanna watch you do them.”

“Are you single?” Isabel interrupted.

You choked on air and fell silent. Poki let out a small laugh and you turned your character towards her, then at Corpse, then at Isabel.

“Sorry that sounded bad!” Isabel was quick to take her statement back. “I was just thinking about how there is no way that someone with that hot of a voice in a lobby of beautiful, talented streamers isn't not single. I-I was just thinking there has to be someone who hit on you.”

“Hot?” You quickly questioned, regretting the second it came out of your mouth. You ran with it anyways, “Weird way of describing someone’s voice.”

“I mean…” She trailed off. “I didn't mean for it to come out that way. I mean his voice is nevertheless but, you know. Just thought out loud on accident.”

You were careful with what you were gonna say, you knew Poki was streaming, “Sus.”

Everyone laughed it off and continued to do what they were doing. A body was found in medbay, the complete opposite side of the map. You cleared Corpse for the kill because you knew he went to cameras after Isabel decided to get weird. Everyone skipped due to lack of evidence and it was only one kill.

Isabel ran in circles around Corpse after the meeting ended. You started to walk away when you heard her say, “Follow me around I wanna talk!”

You tried to push it out of your mind, but you were still curious. You did a few tasks along the way. You stopped outside the opposite wall of the library. They were both in admin and you could hear them talking.

“So Corpse… whatcha do for fun?” Isabel asked.

“I make music,” He plainly answered.

“On soundcloud?”

He huffed, “I have 100 million streams of my song on Spotify.”

“OMG!” She clapped. “I didn't know you were famous.”

“I'm not famous,” He snapped. “I'm just doing what I love.”

She cooed at his words. You rolled your eyes in disgust. For someone who seemed so chill in the beginning, she really turned the tables. You felt jealousy arise in you, but you were used to people simping over him. You pushed it back down and walked away, you couldn't suffer through this poor attempt to flirt any longer.

A body was found. Isabel reported it, screaming. “The lights went off and someone vented in and killed Corpse! I think it was Charlie! I saw blue!”

“But Isabel, you were the last person I saw with Corpse!” Charlie argued. “You guys were talking about his music!”

“You did kill him!” She gasped. “How dare you!”

“She’s marinating you guys! I saw her kill Corpse in front of me! I did wires in cafeteria and didn't see anyone so I went to go check the table, and she killed Corpse in front of me!”

“I don't think she killed him,” You interrupted. “She said his voice was hot so I think if she were an imposter, that she would kill him last.”

Everyone bursted out laughing, you could hear her blush a little and laughed at the thought of it.

“Why did you tell them!” She whined. “I thought we had a secret!”

You shrugged, “I am a crewmate and I know you are a crewmate so I wanna keep you alive. Charlie was fast to jump on the sus train, I say we vote him out.”

Charlie got voted out and after two more rounds, the crewmates voted off Ludwig, who was the last imposter.

“Good detective work y/n!” Corpse praised.

“I know, I’m the best!” You laughed jokingly. “That was really fun!”

“When’s the date?” Sykkuno innocently laughed.

Other’s laughed with him, including Corpse. The only one not to laugh was Isabel. Out of the kindness in your heart, you decided to get them to stop joking around and let it be- it was a slip up after all. It wasn't like you haven't done something similar before.

Next round started and you mingled around like normal. Again, you noticed that Isabel was glued to Corpse’s hip, whether he liked it or not. Tina joined you in decontamination.

“y/n, we need to talk.”

“What’s up!” You greeted. “Wait… you’re not gonna kill me right?”

“No…Is anyone interested in buying flowers?” She called out. Any sentence to do with flowers that was out of context was a secret phrase that you and the girls had, that the boys knew about. It was Corpse’s codename before you started dating, but now it’s used so that you can talk about him while other people are streaming. No one replied which meant that no one was streaming around you. “I think Isabel has a thing for Corpse.”

“You think?” You replied, rolling your eyes. “She just met him today, what the hell.”

“I know!” Tina agreed. “She doesn't really understand how he likes to keep his life private so she keeps asking things about his routine…”

“And…”

“Anddd it's like stuff that you would ask someone if you just moved in. Like ‘what time do you get up’ and ‘do you sleep on the left or right side of the bed’ and-”

“Hey guys,” Corpse ran by, scaring the shit out of you.

“Corpse!” You yelled. “We were in the middle of a conversation!”

“You and Tina?” He asked. “About what?”

“What do you think?” Tina replied.

“Oh…” Corpse sliced Tina in half in front of you.

You panicked and ran in nervous circles, “What the fuck!”

“She knew too much!” Corpse replied.

“Did you kill Isabel too for talking so fucking much too?”

“I would if I could!” He replied. “She fucking double killed in medbay and you know I hate double kills on the first kill and Tina is the only person who knew. We were together. She went off and killed someone else in cafe I think and-”

“And we’re on six then!” You added, reporting the body. “You are not getting away with this one Corpse!”

Everyone gasped, “Corpse?!”

“He killed Tina right in front of me!” You told them. “He said that she knew too much! I just won us the game. There were four kills and if I didn't report, then the imposters would have won the game!”

“Don’t let her get away with this, guys!” Corpse argued. “You know I wouldn't openly kill the 6th kill. She’s accidentally killed and this was her back up plan.”

“You liar!” You yelled.

“My boyfriend would never lie!”

“Oh shit!” Rae yelled, knowing the truth.

“You’re what now?” You aggressively asked Isabel, making sure that you used a strict tone.

“My boyfriend, Corpse!” She answered. “We just had our first date!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Corpse interrupted. “Don't get ahead of yourself. I said we had a date to kill by.”

“Well,” She softened her voice, “Maybe after this we can go on an actual date? It’s not too far-”

“Oh fuck no!” You yelled. “Don't even start that shit!”

“Wait what?” Isabel tried to sound all innocent, “I'm just asking a genuine question… y’know? Making a move?”

“No, no, no, no,” You corrected. “You are not-”

“y/n,” Corpse warned.

You ignored him, “Going on a date. You’re never gonna meet him, ever.”

She laughed, “I think someone else has a crush! It’s okay if you do, I just made the first move so I get dibs!”

“The fuck?!” You yelled. “Don't treat him like some sort of object! That's fucking disgusting! Vote the bitch off!”

“Wait guys!” She urged. “I didn't even kill! Don't vote me!”

“You fucked with the hottest girl in the world, of course you’re getting voted off,” Corpse locked in the final vote, throwing Isabel off the ship.

The meeting ended, the only other vote not for her was her own against you, “I'm gonna beat a bitch up.”

Everyone stayed near the button and laughed.

“She was so oblivious!” Rae laughed. “Like how did she not make the connection. Chat figured it out right away!”

“Oh fuck!” You laughed. “I forgot you guys were streaming! Sorry Corpse!”

He was still laughing; he never stopped laughing because he found it hilarious when you got jealous and snapped, “I-It’s ohkay! I would've done the same!”

“Can you kick her Rae?” You asked.

“Already on it!”

Corpse finally calmed down and caught his breath, “I think that was me and y/n’s lg. We have some damage control to do on twitter.com.”

You laughed, “Yeah I think we do…bye guys!”

You logged off after everyone said their goodbyes and met Corpse on the couch. You were waiting for him with your laptop, already typing out the explanation in a long tweet. He flopped down next to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “You are so cute when you’re jealous.”

You grabbed his hand and swung it back his way, “I am not in the mood right now.”

“Not in the mood for snuggles?” He asked. “I don't think I’ve ever been denied snuggles before.”

“I’m pissed,” You told him. “She’s been blowing up my Instagram dm’s.”

“Saying what?”

“I’m so sorry! I had no clue! He told me he was single!” You mocked. “I'm not upset that she hit on you, I'm upset about the calling dibs part.”

“I was a little upset too,” Corpse assured you. “It was a weird feeling. I haven't been seriously hit on like that since you did.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don't remind me, that was so cringy!” “It was cute!” He corrected, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “It worked!”

You rolled your eyes, “People are going crazy.” “They’re going crazy the way you make me go crazy.”

“Corpse!” You laughed. “Stop flirting!”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you into his chest. “Now that I don't have to hide it, you better get used to it.”

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[rogueddie]

I'm afraid this will make you uncomfortable, but you're one of the bigger stranger things blogs I see around and I'd like for people to read what I have to say

As someone who escaped an actual doomsday cult I really don't appreciate all the cult jokes in the fandom. I haven't seen you make any so this isn't a meant to call you out or anything, but I'm getting pretty frustrated and needed to talk about it somewhere, preferably somewhere people might see it

A cult-a REAL cult, not the occult-is a group of people who are brainwashed to follow a system which causes everyone in it to perpetuate the smothering of personality within each other for the financial benefit of it's leader(s)

I understand that most cults that people see in media are fictional cults that deal with fictional concepts or are sometimes grounded in reality involving failed connection with the occult. This is why the idea seems funny to people, because the notion seems ridiculous. We see Jason claiming that Eddie is running a cult because he saw occult-ish occurrences and we see that and think he looks ridiculous attributing that to Eddie. And now the fandom thinks the idea of eddie running a cult is just so funny, but can we please stop

Seeing people make jokes about eddie having a cult is very disturbing to me. His character is such an advocate for self expression and individuality. His character feels so safe to me and I hate that people are making jokes about this.

And honestly I can't imagine if Eddie were real, he'd appreciate it either. Not even necessarily for the same reasons, but just because he was unjustifiably accused of running one. I feel like he'd feel icky claiming to run one if only for THOSE reasons, even if he doesn't know how damaging cults are. I understand most don't, making jokes about worshiping any given object or whatever, but cults aren't just a group of people believing in some new mythology

I'd make a post about it on my own account but I don't want to get super personal on there and reveal my tragic backstory there

Tl;dr cults are super damaging and eddie would fucking never. People should, for the love of god, stop making jokes about it

(Sorry if this did make you uncomfortable trauma, but I think it's important. Still, don't feel pressured to answer if it does. Please include cult trigger tags if you answer)

I am fortunate enough to have no personal experience with cults so you don't need to worry, this hasn't made me uncomfortable. I do know enough, second hand, to know that escaping a cult is no easy feat. I'm really happy you were able to get out. I hope you're doing well.

I'm sorry you've had to see these jokes that have disturbed you so much. I'm not surprised that there's people crossing lines, there's some very stupid people running around this fandom. Don't hesitate to block them, even if you usually like their stuff or even if you're friends. Your own comfort should be the priority.

I should say though, if it's in a story context and they're things that the characters would actually say, I would defend that.

But, then again, I can't imagine them making any jokes about Eddie having a cult that isn't so over-the-top and sarcastic that it's clear that the joke is "isn't the idea of Eddie having a cult the stupidest thing you've ever heard?" the joke would be that Jason is an idiot for thinking so.

I don't really know how put content/trigger warnings so if I'm missing the important ones or tagging wrong, please let me know.

[menshusband]

hi sun & moon! what do you both like most about your loved one?

- @twotwotogether

“HELLO FRIEND !!!! Thank you for submitting a question !!!!!! MOON, can I go first??? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE???”

“as you wish, Sun.”

“YYYYAAAY !!! Okay, okay- WHERE DO I EVEN START ?? They're just so PRETTY and PERFECT!!! Both on the inside and outside!! But I'm guessing I should try to choose one of his endless qualities, so let me think. It's so hard!!

But... I really admire his strength! I don't mean the physical kind— even though he is pretty strong! No, I'm talking about how they try their best every day, and how they endure all the bad stuff, even their own thoughts. Sure, it makes me sad to know our darling often finds it hard to see himself the way we see him, but I also know he's trying his best! If not for himself, for us— which fills me with happiness!! And of course, Moon and I are always going to be by his side all through this journey, and even after that !!! Their happiness is what matters the most to us.

But!!! I also love his pretty smile, and his funny jokes, and his intelligence, and his tiny hands, and his passion, and his big eyes, and his fluffy hair, a--”

“i'm sure they get it, Sun.”

“OH!!! I had almost forgotten you had your turn, too, Moon, sorry ! Go ahead, please.”

“thanks, Sun. that is indeed a tough question. I'm guessing, if I had to choose one thing about them... it would be the way he talks. even when he has trouble expressing himself, even if he stutters and can't remember a specific word, but he "MUST remember, it's literally so easy!!!". even then, i just love when he talks. and I always wait for him to remember; I always make sure to let him know I'm as interested as he is, in whatever he's talking about.

..i think it's his voice, what makes my system nearly melt down. the way he gets louder the happier or the more excited he gets. the way he laughs. the way he says my name... every sound that leaves their mouth is perfection.

and every time I hear that voice break with sadness or anger, it's as if I had a heart, and it had just shattered. I'd do anything not to let that beautiful voice crack ever again. and to make whoever caused his unhappiness pay.

... that got long. not a word with him, understood? if I need to tell him, I will do so myself.”

“Oh, Moonie... that was SO sweet of you !!!!!!”

“I just answered the question.”

“Yes, but in a very sweet way!!!”

“...whatever.”

[reignstormz]

| Lion & The Lamb |

INTRO; After hiding your secret crush on the hottest guy in school since freshman year, senior comes around and you finally come face to face with the Samoan, sharing an intimate moment together.

WORD COUNT; 2,300 (maybe, not sure, had some issues, pretty short)

WARNINGS; Takes place in 1984, Bullying, Sweet interactions.

CAST; Y/N ( Yourself) Y/B/F/ N ( Your best friend's name) Roman, Jey, Jimmy, Naomi, and Galina Anoa'i. (Just a story, not saying Galina is anything like her character in this fic)

MINI PLAYLIST; Give Me Your Love - Pebbles/ Two Occasions - The Deele / Ready Or Not - After 7 / Rock With You - Michael Jackson / Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

🦋

NOVEMBER 9th, 1984

The sounds of teenage laughter filled your ears as you sat in the passengers seat of your best friend's car. You sighed, trying the best you could to block out the noise as you read your book that was sitting in your lap. It was a hectic, busy Friday night. Your school's football team had just won yet another game and everyone was at the Drive In Movie Theatre to celebrate, goof around, or get down to business. Typical things that high school students would be up to. You on the other hand, didn't go to the game and was only here because your best friend practically dragged you out of the house.

You were not so big into the normal teenage, high school experiences. You were very quiet, antisocial, and didn't have many friends. School dances weren't your thing, especially parties. Instead, your way of having fun was just keeping yourself company. You were one of the smartest, if not, the smartest girl in school; You were a straight-A student, and you loved to read. Reading brought you joy and gave you the opportunity to escape to a different reality. Many people labeled you as nerdy, but you could care less.

You were over people picking on you, and judging you, which was one of the biggest reasons why you were so reserved. You got bullied heavily up to 4th grade, and your parents decide to homeschool you until high school came around. They wanted things to turn around for you, but it was the exact same. The only difference was, you made one solid friend and you ate school lunch, something other than food from your refrigerator.

Currently, the theatre was going to show Prince's "Purple Rain" and you were in the car waiting for it to start with your best friend. She also happened to be a cheerleader. You met her in PE class, one joke led after another and you guys became very tight. You were kind of surprised that you two were friends since you were so opposite from each other, and from different crowds.

Y/B/F/N's turned her head to look at you. She sighed, rolling her eyes briefly before she snatched your book out of your grasp. You groaned with irritation, and turned as well to make eye contact with her, "Can you stop? You made me lose my place."

"Can you just have fun for once? Girl. We're at the movies and the first thing you want to do is shove your nose into a book." She shades, throwing your book into the backseat.

"I didn't want to come tonight." You stress to her, "I have studying and homework I need to do-"

"That's all you ever do." She cuts you off. "Come on, you've known how long I've wanted to see this movie. Just do this one thing for me, please?"

"So you want me to sit in a car for an hour?" You questioned. A smile slowly creeped onto her face, which quickly answered your question.

You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm getting snacks." You replied, and before you got out of the car she grabbed onto your wrist.

"Can you get some popcorn? Please?" She asked, with clear as day begging look on her face. You rolled your eyes and got out of the car before she asked for candy as well. Any ounce of candy in her system was a not an option, especially since she had to still take you home tonight. As you walked to the concession stand, you saw just about every single familiar face from school. You were so focused on not making eye contact with anyone that you accidentally bumped into another person in front of you, causing their drink to spill all over your white long sleeved shirt. A couple people who were walking by giggled and the girl you bumped into couldn't of been worse.

"Even those ridiculous glasses you wear still can't help you watch where you're going." Galina dissed, looking you up and down before pushing past your shoulder. Her best friend, Naomi, looked at you apologetically for a second before following behind her. You sighed, looking down at your ruined shirt and turned your head, glaring at her. You saw Galina and Naomi walk back to their car, where the the most popular guys in school happened to be. The twins, Jimmy and Jey Uso, were sitting in the trunk of the car while the guy you've had the biggest crush on for the longest was leaning against it.

Roman Reigns was by far the hottest guy you've ever laid eyes on. He was the captain of the football team, he was smart, and also very kind as well believe it or not. You've only talked to him once, and that was when your chemistry teacher paired you two up for a project not too long ago. Roman was nothing but sweet to you, but since you were extremely shy and quiet, you barely said a word to him the entire time. Not only that, you didn't want any rumors to get out that you liked him. You would get teased nonstop, and Galina, who happened to be his girlfriend, would go out of her way to publicly humiliate you. However, it was nothing new. She was the typical mean girl that everyone was afraid of; You, well you weren't afraid of her really, you just didn't have the energy to deal with her bullshit so you always held your tongue.

"What happened to my fruit punch?" You heard Jey ask Galina. She sighed, wrapping her arm around Roman's waist while he looked down at her.

"Some nerd bumped into me and got it everywhere." She replies, and Roman raised his eyebrow.

"What nerd?" He says. Galina nods towards you. Before you and Roman made eye contact, you quickly turned back around and hurried to the bathroom to try to clean yourself up. This night couldn't get anymore embarassing, you thought.

You stared at yourself in the mirror with a lost expression. There was no way you were going to get this stain out of your shirt. You heavily sighed, adjusting your slightly crooked glasses. As you let a hand fall from your nose to your chin in stress, a strand of your sleeve ended up getting caught on a piece of your braces.

You rolled your eyes, groaning. You hated wearing braces for a million reasons, but this was the main reason why you couldn't wait to get them off soon. They got caught into everything. You tried again and again to get the strand to untangle itself but it wasn't budging. Shit, you thought. Now you had no choice but to go back to the car so your friend could help you. So many things were going wrong tonight and all you wanted to do was just go home at this point.

You took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. As you turned the corner, you almost ran into someone else for the second time. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second before looking down.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, sounding a little funny since the strand was still stuck on your braces.

"Damn, you need some help with that?" An attractive voice said, that you immediately recognized. Fuck, you cursed in your head. You slowly looked up and saw the tall Samoan tower over you with a concerned look on his face. You nervously started to tap your foot and your heart began to beat very fast.

His facial expression turned into an amused one and he gently took the strand out of your hand to help you get it loose, "I'll take that as a yes."

Within a minute, he got the strand loose from your braces and you were finally able to rest your arm by your side. You shyly pulled your sleeve shirt down, "Thanks.."

He nodded with a faint smile on his face. Little did you know, Roman always had a thing for you as well. He knew you as the quiet girl in class, ever since freshman year. It was now senior year and you haven't changed a bit. You guys were in classes together but never spoke before, or even sat together until one project. He admired the fact that you were different; Girls threw themselves at him all the time, which made you think that you could never stand a chance but you were wrong. He loved the fact that you were extremely smart and had a head on your shoulders. You had a unique type of beauty that he adored; The glasses, braces, the infectious laugh and the shyness. Roman deep down has a weak spot for the nerdy girls, even though no one knows about that at all. People assume all the time of what his type is or who he was as a person, when really no one knew who he truly was. The only people that knew him best were his family, and Galina at one point but as time went on Roman wasn't happy with the person she's become.

Galina was practically Roman's day one, they've known each other since they were kids through a family friend. She was never like this intimidating, rude person that she was now. Galina actually use to be very sweet, but ever since high school came around and she started hanging out with certain crowds, that's when the popularity really went to her head. Even though it made Roman sad at times that she wasn't the same person she used to be, he was not afraid to let her know how he felt about it. She promised him she'd change, but she's so far gone that it's out of control. You can't make people change, they have to do that on their own and if not, it's time to let them go. Roman thought about doing that many times, but he just didn't want to hurt her, especially with the history they had. It was just hard all around, and you made it even more tough for him.

"Whatchu' doin here all alone?" Roman asks curiously, then looked down at your shirt subtly. He saw a huge red stain and his mind went back to Galina saying she spilled her fruit punch on someone. He couldn't really make out your face since you walked away so fast, but now he figured out that you were the person that she might of spilled it on. Shit, he cursed in his head. Roman felt very guilty.

You noticed that he looked down at your shirt, causing you to slightly cover yourself from embarrassment. Chuckling nervously, you say "Oh, um. I accidentally spilled my drink everywhere..so I came here to clean it up."

He knew that you were lying since he was aware of what happened, but he didn't push it. He's noticed a lot of people cover Galina's ass so they don't get on her bad side. Roman nodded, looking down and unzipped his black jacket that was apart of his track suit, "I got sum' for you then."

"No no that's okay," You kindly reject. You look behind him to see if anyone walks in on the two of you and your heart starts to race. Lord knows that no one can see you in his jacket. Especially Galina, if so, everyone would be on your ass. You didn't feel like dealing with that drama.

Once he took the jacket fully off, your eyes went directly to his arms. Damn, his biceps were huge. You were completely glued to them until Roman jokes out of the blue, "You know, if you wanna' feel them you can just ask."

You snapped out of it and you covered your face, trying to hold back a laugh while blushing. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face, "That's hands down the corniest thing you've ever said to me."

"At least it made you laugh." Roman says with a small smile on his face. You admire his gorgeous smile while you had one of your own, gently grabbing the jacket out of his hands. You couldn't help but take it after that. This reminded you of all the times Roman would crack the dumbest jokes in class just to get you to smile, since you were so quiet and rarely talked to him. It went over your head that he only did it to impress you.

"I should probably back to my friend before she freaks out." You say shyly, thanking him for the jacket before getting ready to leave. Roman didn't want you to leave since he was enjoying this moment alone he had with you, so he thought fast and quickly stood in front of you. Real smooth, Roman.

You looked at him weirdly and Roman's face turned red. He was going to say something but he completely forgot his train of thought, making you want to laugh. The look on his face was priceless. The both of you grinned at each other before you fell out laughing.

"Don't look at me like that, girl.." Roman said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while you giggled.

"I'm sorry, but you should've seen the look on your face." You pointed towards his face, not being able to contain your laughter, making him laugh even harder. He had the cutest laugh, you could listen to it all day. Once you guys both pulled it together, you both stared at each other in a comfortable silence before he asked, "Do you mind if I can buy you some popcorn or something?"

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that Roman-"

"Don't worry bout' it, come on." He chuckles, nodding towards the exit. You smiled at him, secretly loving every second of this. Never in a million years you would've thought a crush of yours would go out of his way to do this for you. Roman was such a good guy; You were having such a bad night before and he instantly made it better.

You both walked out of door and to the concession stand. The entire time, you guys stood there goofing off and talking while you waited in line. As you guys were occupied in a conversation, you noticed that you were getting a couple of suspicious looks since you were wearing Roman's jacket. However, no one dared to mess with you or give you slick comments either since they were shocked that you happened to be friends with him. Roman wouldn't hesitate to defend you if they did anyway in a heartbeat, but they knew better. You've seen Roman on multiple occasions stick up for people who got picked on at school, and it made your heart beat even harder for him. If there was a way you could just tell him how you felt, you would, but there was just no way in hell that was possible.

"Thanks, Roman. Even though I really don't need all of these snacks-" You giggled softly, looking down at the bag of snacks he had gotten you. Even though you couldn't never complain about snacks.

"Shh." He joked, cutting you off and took the opportunity to sneak cotton candy in your mouth so you'd stop talking, making you laugh. Roman smirked, taking his thumb and wiped off your bottom lip a little bit.

A frog got caught in your throat again as he flirtatiously wiped your lip. You both gazed into each other's eyes for what it seemed like forever until you both heard the movie start. You cleared your throat, and from behind him you saw Galina, Naomi and the Usos stare at you while they were still at the car. The Usos looked at each other with dumbfounded look on their face, like they wanted to laugh but they knew Galina would kill them. Naomi softly smiled at the two of you, while Galina had the most pissed off look on her face.

"Hey..I'll see you at school?" You say to him, with a soft smile on your face but not too noticeable since you knew Galina was staring at you.

Roman simply nodded, returning the smile and just stared at you in awe quietly. You said your goodbyes before you went back to your friend's car.

"Damn, Y/N. I just said popcorn not the whole concession stand." She says, looking at me weirdly. Then she just blankly stared at you for a minute before her eyes widen, realizing what you had on.

"Bitch, is that Roman's Jacket?" She squealed, and you hushed her real quick before she got excited.

"I'll explain later, okay?"

Your friend alternated looks between you and the movie, giving you the side eye as she took the popcorn out of your lap, "This conversation isn't over."

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[thecorruptedlovely]

@itzury-navarro

Thank you for this request! Fun fact: you requested three of my absolute FAVORITE characters from the Arcane and I am SO happy to write about them!! :D

And since they're my favorites, I've decided I'm going to do.... ALL OF THEM! :DDDD

Hope you enjoy!!

Also for Viktor I decided to do a s/o with ADHD since the term neurodivergent covers a LOT of other stuff, and for Jinx I decided to do a S/O who has PTSD since, again, there's so many things listed under mental illness and it would be difficult to include all of the mental illnesses she has (I don't wanna make this TOO long so that's why I picked one mental illness), I hope you don't mind!

Sorry if any of this isn't accurate :(

Different types of headcanons for Arcane characters (plus a short story)

No NSFW

Jinx and Viktor are romantic but Silco is platonic (father and child relationship)

Reader is gender neutral, pronouns used (if any) are they/them

No warnings, but just mentioning of PTSD if that counts

Not proofread, may be mistakes and misunderstandings of the request

(Viktor, Jinx, Silco)

(My husband omfg skcbskcbskcbdjb)

Viktor 📕 with a S/O who has ADHD

He finds it amusing when you have your little bouts of energy and are just rushing all over the place, not in a mean way, but he finds it pretty cute

He always comes to you when he needs help solving something, seeing as your brain works differently to his you always come up with solutions he never would have thought of

Remembers one time you set up an entire domino-like system where if you were too lazy to open the door for someone you could just throw a teddy bear at this target and let the system do its job

Your room is set up similarly with all these different kinds of domino-like systems or projects that you use to help you with daily stuff

Don't wanna get off the couch (Viktor had it specially brought down for when you wanted to rest with him for a bit) to take something to Viktor or Jayce? You've designed a contraption that'll bring it to them for you.

He also loves how you have a set routine for mornings when you wake up, he's the kind of guy who also likes to have a schedule

Whenever he sees you tinkering with a new invention or contraption for your own personal use he can't help but feel inspired by it, sometimes he'll spend some time staring at you thoughtfully, then it's as if a lightbulb went off over his head and he's off to tinker on his own stuff

He claims that seeing you work so intensely and so determined gives him inspiration and motivation to keep working on whateve he's working on at the moment

"What are you working on now, моя любовь? A new contraption to help with your routine? You never cease to amaze me, моя жемчужина. Allow me to help you, we can get it done twice as fast if we are both working on it."

(Jinx is so pretty and you can't tell me otherwise)

Jinx 💣 bonding with her S/O over PTSD

She is completely understanding about it (in her own kooky way)

She definitely has her share of PTSD from that night

If you're up for it she'll ask you to tell her what happened and what your PTSD is based around

She still has trouble opening up to anyone, but just maybe she'll let you in and tell you some of what happened that night

She'll try to distract you with jokes and stuff, mostly she'll act like her normal crazy self, unless it's really bad, then she'll calm down and offer to lay down for a bit with you

If you ever have moments where a loud noise or sudden movement scares you she'll be there to comfort you and get you out of the situation

Whenever she goes to blow something up she'll always make sure that you're a safe distance away and that you have something over your ears just in case

It might seem like she babies you but really she just wants to protect you, she knows what it's like to be struggling with something like this

She will be there with you through thick and thin and she knows you'll always be there for her when things get rough for her too

"Hey, hot stuff, I made a new bomb! Wanna see it?– Hey, trinket, what's wrong? Did a loud sound scare you again? Don't worry, it was prolly just one of those fat rats... You know, I bet it would make great target practice!– joking, joking!.... Kinda–"

(This is my dad everyone)

Fatherly approval from Silco 🚬

After Silco had called you in to his office with no explanation or anything besides just a "Come to my office, I want to speak to you" had you worried. You hoped you hadn't done anything to disappoint him, he had taken you in as a child when your parents were killed in a fire and he had become like a second dad to you.

You slowly opened the door to his office, carefully peeking in, his chair was facing away from you so you announced your presence with a meek cough.

"You called for me, sir?"

He turned around halfway, currently smoking another cigar, you waited patiently as he blew out a puff of smoke.

"Yes, come here please"

You opened the door fully and stepped in, shutting the door behind you as you walked up to his desk and stood there, waiting for whatever he had to say to you.

"Come around here please" he said, placing his cigar down for a moment as he waited for you to walk around his desk to stand in front of him. Once you stepped around and in front of him he gestured for you to sit on his desk, something he never allowed unless it was you or Jinx.

As stepped closer and hopped up on his desk, leaning back some to assume a nonchalant appearance, hoping he wouldn't sense your anxiety, but surely he wasn't angry if he still allowed you to sit on his desk. He sat up straight, looking you in the eyes.

"I wanted to say, I'm proud to have you as one of my acquaintances, I am glad that I decided to take you in that day, you are an incredibly loyal and diligent worker... I've even come to see you as something close to a child of mine."

Your eyes widened at his words... He was proud of you? And he thought of you as his child? Silco was never a very open guy so something like this was incredibly rare to hear from him, he rarely ever said he was proud of anyone and he definitely never opened up like this to others. You were beyond happy to hear these things from him, so much so that your eyes began to overflow with tears of pure joy.

You suddenly hopped off of his desk before throwing yourself into his lap and hugging him tightly, he chuckled quietly as his arms came up to return your tight embrace. As you pulled back and smiled up at him, you swore you could see pride and happiness in his eyes when he looked at you.

"I swear, as long as you are under my protection, no one, and nothing, will ever hurt you. And if they do, they will pay the price for messing with you."

I realize you probably wanted these to be in the form of short stories so I apologize for that and only doing Silco's as a short story, I feel like I completely misunderstood half the request 😞 I hope you're fine with how I did it instead, but I can always redo it if you'd like :)