#but if you do see this I’m genuinely so sorry I promise I’m a typical human person I swear—

[metaphorical-goblin]

I don’t know if this is a universal experience but for me it’s like

Me @ someone who knows me, reading my smut: yeahhh what do you think? I really loved the illustrative tie-in with this previously established concept, I had it planned from the very beginning! Originally I was going to add in a bit more…

Me @ someone who only knows me through a friend, reading my smut: oh. Oh, lord. Can you tell them I said I’m sorry? I’m normally normal about things honestly, can you please— yeah thanks. Oh my gosh I’m so sorry

[snoopyearss]

When jjk characters call you ‘clingy’

Feat. crybaby-ish!reader

Gojo, geto, toji

Cw: hurt, guilt, angst (if you squint)

This is inspiration from a mini series i read a few days ago by user @fumekara. It was so good, I love me some angst to hurt/comfort.

But i also wrote this from personal experience too, my bad yall i treat this like my own personal diary

Anyway, enjoy!

Satoru Gojo

He was pissed. He doesn’t typically show it much, but when he does, he gets kind of scary. He’s more quiet, his voice gets deeper, and his whole body language just shifts. So when the higher-ups piss him off after a very long meeting, the last thing he needs is someone to pounce on him. He usually loves it when you greet him at the door when you’re home for work. But today, he just wanted to strip off his clothes and hop into bed.

Gojo huffs as he leaves the elevator of your shared apartment and grabs his keys from his pocket to unlock the door. As he opens the door, he sees you in the kitchen grabbing ingredients for dinner. “Hi baby,” You softly greeted him. “Hey.” was all he said back. It confused you for a second because he’s never greeted you like that before.

“Is everything okay?” You walk up to him to try to kiss him on his cheek. “God- Y/n, please.” He grumbled, walking right past you and placing his briefcase on the table. “I’m just trying to help,” you defended, walking up to take his coat off for him. “At least let me take your coat-” That’s when he snapped. Something he’s never done to you before. “Y/n, I fuckin’ got it! Geez, you’re so fucking clingy!” He aggressively shrugged your hands off his shoulder. It scared you a bit, to see him so angry at you. You were confused, all you wanted to do was make him feel better. Were you really that clingy?

“I-I’m sorry.” your voice came out shaky and defeated. Hearing how small your voice sounded in response to him lashing out made Satoru’s heart shatter into thousands of pieces. He wanted to turn around and apologize, but the words weren’t coming out. By the time he turned to face you, Your back was already facing him, preparing dinner for the both of you as tears rolled down your face.

Suguru Geto

It was 2 weeks after Suguru deflected. 2 weeks since he committed mass murder in that village. 2 weeks since he left Satoru, Shoko, and the others. It was weighing on him and you could tell. Nothing but him, his two adopted girls, a few people who believed in his cause, and you.

You promised him you would go wherever he would go, and he was so grateful for it. He loves you deeply and would do anything for you. But some days just threw everything on him at one time, today was one of those days. Monkeys non-sorcerers begging him to exercise curses left and right, Nanako and Mimiko begging him to take them shopping, missing payments from those begging for his service. It was all too much. And the guilt was eating away at him.

He genuinely wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying and it annoyed him how much talking you were doing in his ear at that moment. You were both sitting outside watching the two girls play in the yard. “Y/n,” He interrupted you. “Don’t you have something better to do than to just bother me?” He sighed sounding so condescending. “What do you mean?”

“Must you always cling to me? Isn’t there something else you can do besides following me everywhere I go, at all times of the day?!” His voice raised a bit as if he was talking to a non-sorcerer. “I didn’t realize I was. I was only trying to tell you about what me and the girls did today,” You defended. “You’re always so busy, I rarely get to see you anymore.”

“Yeah, because you’re always underneath me. Sometimes-” He stopped mid-sentence because of the saddened look on your face. His eyes softened a bit. “Sometimes I just need my space.” He sighed. You only nodded and started to walk back inside. “Ok, I understand.” Your voice cracked. Leaving Suguru alone to think about what he had just said to you. As if he didn’t feel guilt then, he definitely feels guilt now.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji was a bit frustrated today. He was cheated out of his money after doing a side job, the bet he placed on the race he kept constantly telling you about fell through, leaving him with zero, and to top it all off, the child support payment was coming up. You being an empath and knowing your boyfriend so well, you wanted to help him any way you could.

He was sitting in the chair by the island in the kitchen with his fingers combing through his hair. He was on the phone with multiple people at once, trying to solve his money issues. “Shiu, you guaranteed me way more money than this! How am I supposed to cover this months child support with this amount?!” You walked up to where he was, wondering what all the commotion was about. “Baby?” You softly called out. You could hear Shiu on the other line trying to calm him down and explain the situation.

“That sounds like a bunch of bull and you know it Shiu, you better have my money by next week thursday or else I’m taking it myself.” He grumbled and hung up the phone. “Baby,” You gently placed a hand on his broad shoulder.

“What, Y/n.” He sternly said. You merely blinked a few times. “I was just checking to see if you were okay. What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m fuckin’ frustrated okay? Please leave. You aren’t helping right now.” He waved you off.

“I barely did anything, I just wanted to know if you needed help with anything-”

“Jesus, I said enough! I don’t need your help. Fuck, you’re so clingy.” His voice booming caused you to remove your hand from his shoulder in fear. Seeing your reaction caused him to think about what he said and how he said it. The last think he wanted to do was scare you. He wanted you to feel safe around him. But with the way you jumped at how he raised his voice, it saddened him a bit.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” He was cut off by the sound of his child wailing in the background. “I’ll take care of it.” You said in the smallest voice, not even leaving him time to protest against it and apologize.

“Fuck.”

Part 2

[nxuvillette]

“I PROMISE, IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.”

GENSHIN MEN COMFORTING YOU AFTER A FIGHT

synopsis: you and your boyfriend hardly ever fight, so what happens when you finally have one?

❥- including : tartaglia (childe), cyno, kaeya, wriothesley

❥- note : hi guys !! sorry if this post is kind of shit, i kind of rushed it. i hope you guys enjoy regardless <3 reblogs are appreciated !!

content warnings : sfw, fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, angst, arguing, hurt with comfort, use of pet names (baby), fluff, dumb fights, lots and lots of fluff at the end.

♡ TARTAGLIA (CHILDE)

you and childe hadn’t spoken for much of the day, and this was due to an argument that happened between you two just before you sat down for some breakfast.

it was stupid, genuinely. 

childe had completely misinterpreted something you had said that morning. you were talking about one of your friends and their relationship. for some reason, childe thought you were comparing your relationship to the one your friend had, and it made him question if he was doing enough to make you happy. one thing led to another, and the two of you bickered over the encounter. you tried to explain yourself, but your boyfriend, being the stubborn man he was, didn’t bother to listen and went off on his own accord.

you and childe hardly had any fights. they would usually resolve after an hour or two, but you hadn’t seen him all day. part of you began to grow worried from his sudden absence. did he go out and do something to hurt himself? was he with somebody else? no, there was no way childe would ever cheat on you. he didn’t even look in another woman’s direction when he saw you that day. 

it wasn’t until sunset when childe had finally returned home to you. he had a few scrapes on his arms which seemed like they came from him battling another enemy, but regardless, he seemed to be in one piece. you were very relieved to see that he was fine. it made you run into his arms the moment he came into the door, which took your boyfriend by surprise. he was under the impression that you were still pissed off at him for the shit that he had pulled early on in the day. he knew he was wrong and he should have apologized, but he didn’t know how to put it into words. sometimes he wished he wasn’t so air headed. 

his arm went around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. the smell of his skin made you calm down. “i thought something bad happened to you..” your eyes didn’t move from the floor. 

childe could sense the worry that was in your voice. he shouldn’t have done that to you. he would never want to make you feel scared or put you under the idea that he would leave you. he wasn’t going to ever leave like that again, ever. “i’m sorry, baby..” he whispered, running his fingers along your backside. “i’m such an idiot.. i shouldn’t have said that shit. i love you way too much to hurt you..” 

you lifted your head to meet his ocean blue eyes. he had this frown on his features. you could see how guilty he felt for putting you in such a position. no matter what, you would always be in love with childe. no small argument would make your feelings for him shift, ever. you knew he could be stubborn at times, and honestly, so could you. all that mattered to you in the end was that you two made up and forget the whole thing. “it’s okay.. i still love you, okay?” you smiled at him, which made his heart skip a beat.

childe couldn’t help but smile, too. he leaned towards you and planted a kiss on your lips. he didn’t ever want to see you frown again. he would do anything to see a smile on your pretty face. “let me make up for it.. how about we take a bath together, hm?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows. 

you nodded your head. “sure..” you grinned.

♡ CYNO

you didn’t expect cyno to get upset earlier. 

cyno was in a bit of a rush that afternoon. he had a lot of things to tend to as the mahamatra, so he typically had a busy schedule. at the time, you had no idea that he had to be somewhere at a certain hour, so when you saw your lover wandering around aaru village by himself, you decided to go and talk with him to ask how his day was.

he kept his responses to you a bit shorter than usual, but that’s how he usually was. cyno was more the type of man to listen more than he did talk, but the more you kept speaking, the more he grew somewhat irritated. he had to meet with candace and discuss something that had occurred on his way there. he had to return as quickly as possible, though, because there were several people who needed his help out there. 

cyno had accidentally snapped at you, which in turn made you fire back at him.

it was very out of the ordinary for him to ever get angry with you. cyno was very patient, and he was especially with you. he was never the kind of man to be rude to you or yell at you, ever, so this threw you off completely. before he could even apologize, you left and went back to the place you two shared together. 

he didn’t return home until later that night. he had been thinking about what he had done all day, and it made him feel guilty for being that way towards you. you were his girlfriend. he loved you more than anybody else, and he managed to hurt your feelings because he was unable to control his very own. cyno hoped you wouldn’t want to leave him. anxiety plagued him the entire day. he wondered if he would return back to you and find that you deserted the home you two stayed in. 

much to his relief, you were lying in bed. you were turned on your side that was facing the window which exposed the vast desert outside. he sat down beside you and watched as your eyes fluttered open at the sudden weight taking over the bed. 

“i’m sorry..” cyno whispered, looking down at you with amber eyes. 

you sat up, crossing your legs on the mattress. you didn’t think he would come back being so apologetic, but you couldn’t help but forgive him. it did hurt your feelings a lot, but he was dealing with so much. it didn’t excuse what he did, but you two never fight. he wasn’t argumentative everyday. “it’s okay.. i just felt like shit for bothering you. i should have considered your schedule..” you didn’t want to look at him, but he tilted your chin to look into your eyes. 

cyno leaned in and hugged you, which took you by surprise. “no need.. i was an asshole for not controlling myself. you didn’t deserve any of that..” he squeezed your body. “i love you.. i hope you can forgive me.”

your hand rested on his shoulder blade. his skin felt warm from the blazing heat of the sun that he was under constantly. “i love you too..” you spoke. “i can forgive you, no worries.”

♡ KAEYA

you and kaeya had been dating for quite a while. since you were his girlfriend, there were some things that you needed to get accustomed to in the relationship.

especially kaeya’s drinking habit.

you didn’t mind that he would go off to the bars some nights to have a few drinks with his friends. hell, you did it a few times yourself with your own friends, but it became an issue when he would come late to your dates due to him being hungover the next day. you knew he couldn’t help but sleep an extra hour or two through the morning, but it had happened a few times and it led up to an argument occurring between you. you claimed it was a bother to you and he wasn’t being considerate of your time and energy.

what made it worse was kaeya usually was the one to make these plans, so for him to just not show up, it felt unfair to you. if he knew he was going to drink a lot, why would he continue to make plans with you the next day? it didn’t make any sense to you whatsoever, and you were tired of him either not showing up or having to go to his house to wake him up.

when you stormed out of his house and the door slammed behind you, kaeya felt immediate regret plaguing his chest. he did everything for you in the relationship and you did the same for him. he felt like he was an idiot for letting his drinking habits get a hold of your relationship. he didn’t have a drinking problem by any means, but he knew when he had too much he wouldn’t want to do anything the next day. you were right. it was unfair of him to miss out on spending quality time with you. he didn’t want to make you feel unimportant or a second priority. kaeya loved you more than life itself. how could he hurt the one person he poured his heart and soul into?

he gave you a bit of time to blow off steam. he knew chasing after you could escalate things further, so he decided to leave you alone for the rest of the day. however, he wasn’t about to let you both go to bed angry with each other.

so, when he showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, you were quite surprised. you didn’t think kaeya would even bother making an effort to talk things through with you, but he was standing there with an apologetic expression. “can we talk? i understand if not.. but i just don’t want you going to bed pissed at me.” he clutched the flower stems in his hand, hoping you would hear him out.

you nodded your head, inviting him into your home and watching him step inside. kaeya then turned to face you, handing the flowers in your direction. they were your favorite, lamp grass. you loved the way they glowed in the dark. “kaeya.. i’m-“ you started, taking the flowers from him.

“i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to keep missing out on our dates. i was a shitty boyfriend for keeping up with my behavior, and i shouldn’t have been doing that in the first place.” he cut you off, shocking you. “i love you, (y/n), and i don’t want you to think otherwise.”

you stood there for a few moments in silence. you weren’t sure what to say to him, but you could sense his genuine energy in his voice. “i forgive you..” you said, lifting your eyes to meet his. “i don’t want it to happen again, okay? i love to spend time with you and i don’t wanna feel like you dislike my presence.”

he took your free hand into his, placing a soft kiss on the top of it. he had been a gentleman since day one and it seemed like that attribute of him never left his personality. “i love seeing you more than anybody else, please don’t think you’re a burden. i’d do anything to spend any waking moment with you by my side, okay? i won’t ever do it again.” kaeya replied, stepping closer to where you were standing.

you smiled, pressing a kiss on the side of his cheek. he loved how soft your lips felt against his skin. “i appreciate that..” you sounded much happier, which relieved him.

kaeya wasn’t going to do that ever again. he could never lose you, ever.

♡ WRIOTHESLEY

wriothesley was quite a busy man. it was something you knew you were signing up for when you started to date him a few months back. his job was tiring, exhausting even. he had a huge responsibility on his shoulders to carry, and sometimes it stressed him out more than he would like to admit.

it seemed like that stress began to reach its breaking point, because wriothesley hadn’t been acting right over the last few days. you assumed he was just dealing with his job, so you decided to try and see if venting would have any relief to your boyfriend. you two had done it many times before when things got a little hectic in your personal lives. plus, you both trusted each other greatly. you didn’t think he would have an issue with it.

well, you were wrong, unfortunately.

when you made the attempt to speak to your boyfriend about what was wrong, he had a serious attitude, and things escalated to you two both having a fight. you didn’t like the way he was speaking to you and he was becoming upset with you for no reason at all. all you had asked him was if he wanted to talk, but it seemed like that question alone must have ruffled his feathers. 

you two never fought, so this had completely blindsided you.

wriothesley then left for work, leaving you by yourself in the apartment you lived in. it wasn’t your intention to make him angry with you. all you wanted to know was what was troubling him to make him feel so overwhelmed. that fact crept up on wriothesley immediately after he entered his office at the fortress. he shouldn’t have snapped at you that way. it wasn’t right, nor was it excusable. he was the one person who was supposed to make you happy, not hurt.

a few hours later, he returned home a lot earlier than usual. things were slow at the fortress, so he decided to leave early and try to patch things up with you. he found you sitting on the couch with a book in your hands, seemingly trying to read away what had happened earlier between you. you were a bit taken back to see him standing in front of you, but you didn’t know what to say to him. 

“i’m sorry.. i was out of line earlier.” he broke the silence between you. it was like popping a balloon. “i get it if you’re pissed at me.. i can give you space if you’d like.”

you sat there for a few moments. you closed the book in your hands and placed it on the wooden table in front of you. wriothesley was right. he shouldn’t have been that much of an ass to you. you didn’t deserve such treatment, but you loved him. he was never like that towards you and your friends had told you before that random fights are normal. “it’s okay.. i forgive you.” you replied, standing up to go in front of him. “please.. just promise me you won’t do that again.” 

his hands went to cup your cheeks. his thumbs brushed against your smooth skin. you could see how guilty he felt for doing what he had done. “i promise.. i swear, (y/n), i’ll never do that again. i could never hurt you like that, ever again.” he looked down at you with sincerity on his features. 

you leaned in to hug him. wriothesley inhaled the fresh scent of your shampoo and felt immediately calmed from your touch. he loved you, dearly. he could never do that to you again and he vowed to never pull a stunt like that with you ever again.

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[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader (Maknae Line)

A/N: ooofff two uploads in a couple days that shit crazy 😜 but yeah I hope you guys enjoy and there probably won’t be a part two I enjoy that they left the boys because of the behavior. But requests are open and hopefully I’ll release something else soon.

Masterlist. Hyung Line

Jisung:

“You don’t fucking get it Y/N!” Jisung exclaimed for the umpteenth time since you both had walked through the door. “What is there to get? All this could have been avoided if you would have just told me it was supposed to be boys night. I feel bad for ruining that for you guys especially since I wasn’t informed. You didn’t have to have an attitude all night you could have asked me to leave” you retort as you pull your heels off. “Do you really think I could have said Oh you’re not welcome to come? You would have lost your shit and gotten all clingy and annoying like you always fucking do and it’s ridiculous how much you cling to me!” His words spew like venom, you stare at him in utter shock. “Fine I’m sorry I imposed myself on your night with your friends. It won’t happen again can we please not do this right now Ji. It’s stupid we love each other and we shouldn’t be fighting over something that’s not even important” you plead grabbing at his wrist softly, placing your cheek on his shoulder. A habit you’ve become accustomed to since this was a great calming technique when it came to your boyfriend. Typically you’d both sit silently with your head on his shoulder as you both just caught your breath and actually communicated; which is why you were so surprised when you felt him shove you roughly off him. “Don’t fucking touch me seriously can you be any more annoying tonight?!” He growls.

Struggling to catch yourself, you hit your side on the corner of the counter a sharp gasp is released from your throat as your had instinctively caressed the area. “Ow!” You cry, you stare at him in shock “what the hell is wrong with you?” Hurt is laced in your angry tone. His eyes are wide with surprise and guilt. “My love I didn’t realize—I’m so sorry” he apologized profusely, his hand caressing the small of your back making you flinch. A whimper is released from his throat “Im seriously so sorry baby I don’t know why I—just don’t touch me please just leave me alone” you cut him off moving away from him slightly. You see the reality setting in on his face as tears form in his eyes. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry” he gasps out “please don’t make me leave I-I can fix this..” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you gesture him to leave. His hands wrap around your wrists and he holds them to his chest. “Jisung seriously, let me go and leave I don’t want you here.” You snap, knowing your words were quite harsh yet you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he looked like his entire world was crumbling around him. You didn’t care that he was sorry. if him pushing you was the only reason you were doing this you would have had your resolve broken by the way he had pushed you; but his words prior also continued to ring in your head. “Babe I’m begging you please don’t make me leave. I’m sorry I hurt you I am so fucking sorry I hurt you but it won’t ever happen again I promise you that. I can fix this…I don’t want to break up please don’t break up with me.. even if you need space I can give you that I-I can…—sigh—I can be better for you okay? I didn’t mean to genuinely I didn’t mean to.” He pleads. The pain that’s radiating through your back is being less burdensome than the pain in your heart at his words. But your mind is set “please leave Jisung…” you mutter under your breath before you pull your hands from his and make your way into the bedroom locking the door behind you. You heard heavy sobs and profanities coming from your living room for a while before the sound of the front door opening reaches your ears. You hear him cry out to you one more time begging for you to call him when you’ve figured out how you feel before the door is closed behind him.

Felix:

Tears form in your eyes as you stare meekly at your hands placed in your lap at the fourth joke about the dress you chose to wear. And while you did believe it hugged your body and curves in a modest yet sexy way apparently, your boyfriend and his friends found it a lot more arousing than you had intended. With the alcohol that had flowed consistently throughout dinner had sent all inhibitions out the window with the drunk boys. You felt embarrassed as Felix laughed along with the rest of his members. You felt disgusting and objectified. A look of disgust was plastered on Chans girlfriends face as she stared at her boyfriend for his latest comment. You could feel the other girls eyes on you making your growing embarrassment worse. “I-I’m going to see you guys later, j-just text me what I owe you guys for my portion” you croak as you lift yourself from your seat, ignoring Felix’s confused pleading pout. The girls giving you a sympathetic smile telling you to text them when you got home, you give them a small wave and make your way out of the restaurant allowing the tears to flow freely. Honestly you didn’t know what you were thinking wearing something like that, you and the girls went shopping and they thought it would help you gain a little bit of confidence yet now that plan had backfired and you were a laughing stock. And with Felix just laughing along like you, his girlfriend, weren’t objectified and then to make a sexual joke about you himself had you seething and utterly destroyed. A pair of arms clumsily the smell of soju and a familiar cologne fills your nostrils. You bite your bottom lip looking away from your boyfriend. “Ughh come on babe what’s up? What’s wrong?” He whines as he tries to cuddle into you.

“You’re kidding me right?” You snap, pulling away from him “no seriously what’s your problem? Everyone was having fun and you just took things way too personal they aren’t into you like that babe” he offhandedly sighed as he pulled you closer to his frame placing wet kisses along your shoulder “but I am, so please don’t be mad I can’t help but be all over you right now you look so fucking good” he groans his arms firmly wrapping around your waist. “Felix seriously get off me!” You growl trying to pull his hands from around your waist “why are you being such a fucking bitch! “ He snaps releasing his hold on you “I’m sorry I don’t enjoy being objectified by 8 different men!” You retort. A sarcastic laugh rings through the air before Felix’s eyes are locked on you. A darkness takes over his expression “you shouldn’t have just sat there and just allowed it to happen if it was such a problem…I bet it’s what you wanted when you dressed like such a slut.” He snaps his hands wrapping around your shoulders shoving you back against the brick wall roughly.

You stare at him in shock, your mouth hung open as he got in your face his hand grabbing at your chin forcing you to look at him. “Felix you’re drunk let me go!” You argue trying to remove his aggressive hold on you. A conflicted look is planted on his face “you’re such a fucking bitch Y/N!” He exclaims “why do you have to be so fucking annoying right now all I wanted was to have fun with my friends and you had to go and ruin my fucking night! Honestly don’t dress like a whore if you don’t want to be treated like one.” His expression still wearing that unfamiliar darkness which makes your stomach turn. You’ve never seen this side of him, and now that you have you were absolutely terrified. “I never told you to leave you could have had fun with them Lix it would have been fine I just felt uncomfortable so I left I never asked you to leave with me you chose that. And you can chose to go back because I don’t want to be around you” you mutter your eyes drifting to the ground. “Fucking pathetic bitch..” he states under his breath “fine whatever then, bye” his tone is full of sarcasm and anger. You nod softly as you go to make your way around Felix. “Don’t expect me to call your prude ass later though…” he quips. You stare at him with disgust “don’t worry I won’t. Honestly you should expect to get a call or text from me tomorrow when all your shit is packed and on my porch” you growl, shoving him back before ripping the necklace he got you off and tossing it at him. His expression drops, “c-come on, your kidding right?” Panic fills his tone. You shake your head as you walk away from him. “Y-Y/N, wait come on let’s just talk about this..” he begs his hand reaching out to grab you. “No Felix we’re done. There’s nothing else to talk about you can go fuck yourself. Tonight told me what kind of guys you and your friends are and honestly it’s absolutely fucking disgusting. I don’t want to see you again I genuinely hate you especially since you wanted to call me a whore and put your hands on me I’m done with you I don’t ever want to see you again so don’t bother coming to see me when you sober up. Don’t call don’t text I just don’t exist to you anymore; I hope you understand this now because I won’t be entertaining this conversation again” you state stoically before walking away.

Seungmin:

“You had no right!” Seungmin shouted as he stormed into your practice room. Your eyebrows raise in amusement “what do I have no right to do?” You challenge placing your hands on your hips defiantly. A bored expression placed on your face. His jaw clenches as he releases a heavy sigh “Why’d you do that to Soohee?” You roll your eyes “oh my god! What the hell did she tell you? I literally told her to either actually learn the choreography or at least pretend better! Is there something wrong with me as a trainee about to debut scolding my lacking member; who already doesn’t put much effort in because she’s your friend?” You argue. “Min I’m not doing this with you right now as you know I’m busy right now and I’ll apologize to Soohee when she comes back okay? I have to figure this choreography out right now because the choreographer just changed it again because of Soohee. Why don’t you tell your friend to take this more seriously since JYP is ready to shelf us already since we can’t seem to get it together because Soohee won’t put any effort in.” Your steady your breathing as you make your way back over to your phone to run through your dance again. Suddenly, you feel a sharp grasp on your arm forcing you back toward your boyfriend. “You need to leave her alone Y/N! I get your jealousy but she is trying she is putting in effort—just because you’re fucking her and you think no one knows doesn’t mean you need to defend her every time she genuinely does something wrong. She’s my group member that’s why I’ve just left things alone but honestly I don’t even care if I debut anymore because I can’t be in a group with her anymore and I honestly can’t deal with you anymore.” You cut him off forcing his hand off you.

“Why do you have to act like a fucking child?! I’m not cheating on you Y/N I haven’t done anything with Soohee.” He snaps “I don’t care anymore Seungmin that’s the thing you’ve made it clear that in your eyes Soohee is absolutely gold and will always be right. I’m done being second choice to my boyfriends friend. Someone who, mind you, let me know that you guys are indeed sleeping together and also earlier today showed me pictures of you two in bed together! So I don’t care how you feel about Soohee nor do I care about how you feel about me anymore” you state boldly. You can see the conflict in Seungmin’s eyes, you can see that he believes you but he doesn’t want to. He wants to continue to hold his childhood friend in high regard but he knew you were serious. “She’s lying, those pictures are really old before I met you. Nothing happened between us even then I promise you that! I can’t lose you over this please I believe you.. I’ll talk to Soohee and things can get figured out.” He begged his hands grasping at yours trying to pull you into him. Your eyes refusing to meet his, in his panic his hands encase your face “please look at me! I can fix this” he pleas. “No honestly Seungmin just leave” you counter. His eyebrows scrunch together as he throws his phone in your direction “Fuck!” you feel it whip past your head smacking against the mirror behind you. Both of your eyes widen in shock within seconds Seungmin’s arms are around you “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—please get out” you cut him off “w-what no please I’m really sorry” he drops to his knees “GET OUT!!” You scream his eyes watering locked on you with a pleading expression as he shakes his head “no please don’t make me leave I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to I wasn’t looking I wasn’t thinking please I’m sorry” you scoff as you pull yourself from his grasp “I don’t want to see you again” you explain as you walk out of the door.

Jeongin:

“Why are you such a fucking slut?!” Jeongin exclaims. “Jeongin! Thats literally an over exaggeration. I went to lunch with my coworker I wasn’t on a date with him it was literally everyone in my department!” You explain your anger growing in your stomach as your boyfriend continued his tirade. “You’ve been fucking him for months behind my back haven’t you?!” He shouts his hand grabbing at the lamp on the end table and throwing it toward you. The loud crash behind you making you recoil in fear. “No it’s seriously not like that! I haven’t done anything wrong!” You argue with your hands over your ears. You see him lifting the picture of you two from your first anniversary before he threw it at your feet the glass crashing and cracking as it made contact with the ground “you’re a fucking whore! And you say you didn’t do anything wrong? Is fucking your coworker not wrong in your eyes?!” He storms over to you his hand grabbing at your hair pulling your face toward his “you wanna rethink what you just fucking said?” He challenges. Fear flowed through your veins, he was going to hurt you. He was going to seriously hurt you…and you were absolutely terrified. He’s never acted like this before. “Please I’m sorry I’ll leave I won’t bother you again if that’s what you believe but I want to go home I’m scared please let me go home” you pleaded through your sobs. “Fuck!” He growls as he throws you back your head hitting the wall before you land on the broken remnants of the lamps. You can feel the cuts forming on your hands but all you could think was this was your chance. And you dash toward the door. Your legs carrying you at a record breaking speed.

“Wait! Wait I didn’t mean to scare you” he calls his hand wrapping around your arm softly tugging you to face him. His hand caresses your cheek “Im sorry honey, why’d you have to go and make me do that?” His tone is soft. Disgust fills your stomach, anger flares in your stomach as your hand makes contact with his cheek “im sorry honey why’d you have to go and make me mad?” You challenge as you shove him off you and walk out the door, leaving him standing there wide eyed and caressing his now reddened cheek.

[silly-lil-scribbles]

Introduction post!!

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Last preview of “Dress Up: Part 2”

This will be the last preview of Chapter 2 of “Dress Up” since I wanna save the best part for everyone to experience at the same time! Luckily this is a very short preview! This is already at 2,500 words and we haven’t gotten to the good stuff yet

No active warnings for this section!

You startled awake with the sound of knocking at your door. Your mind was still foggy, brief memories of last night flooded through your head. "Lucifer?" you sat up and looked around your room, but he was already gone, leaving you alone in an empty bed. He had kept his promise after all. There was another set of knocks at the door. "Coming!" you shouted as you ran to grab the robe you had left on the armchair. You opened the door to see Charlie bouncing giddily.

“Good moooorrrrnnniiiinnnngggggg~” she practically sang. “Did you sleep well? Are you ready for your big day?? Are we forgetting anything???” She rapid fired questions at you while you were still rubbing the crust from your eyes.

“Charlie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re more excited than I am,” you joked, gesturing her to come in. “In order: Yes, I slept…well. Yes, I’m ready...mentally speaking. And no, we’re definitely not forgetting anything. You’re the most meticulous and thoughtful person I know, you definitely have everything planned to a tee!”

"Aww, thank you!" Charlie smiled as she skipped into your room. "You can never be too prepared, ya know? Especially for a day that's so wonderful and magical and full of love!" You saw tears welling up in her eyes out of pure joy.

"Hey now, I thought I was the one that was supposed to be crying today!" you joked.

"Right, right! Sorry!" She wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed your hands excitedly. "Let's get your hair and make up done!"

Charlie dragged you over to the vanity and sat you down in the chair. You weren't one to wear much makeup typically, but Charlie insisted. And when Charlie asks for something, it's pretty much impossible to tell her no. So you obliged. But you made her promise that she would not go overboard, only the basics. Charlie grabbed the hairbrush and began to comb through your hair, gently pulling out the knots out of the nasty case of bed head you were sporting. She truly was the kindest soul you've ever met. But that didn't stop you from feeling a little awkward.

"Charlie," you mumbled, "are you-oww...can I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course!" She grabbed the the already plugged-in curler and started working on adding some volume to your hair.

"Are...are you sure you're alright with this?" you asked timidly. "I mean...me and your father. I just don't want you to think I'm trying to, you know...replace your mother. I know I don't know much about her or your relationship but..."

Charlie put down the curler and kneeled down next to you, gently grabbing your hand. "You don't need to worry about that! I promise, it's alright with me. It's more than alright, actually! I haven't seen my dad this happy in a long, long time. He loves you so much! You wanna know how I know that? Because he tells me. Every single day. His eyes light up when anybody mentions your name! And I know you would never do anything to hurt him, or me. You're too kind and good hearted for that. I know it may feel like you're inserting yourself into the picture, but I'm more than happy to have you as part of our family! I know the love you have for my dad is genuine, and I wouldn't change a thing!"

A smile formed on your face. "Thank you, Charlie."

"Now," Charlie hopped up from the floor and grabbed the large make up bag sitting on the counter, “time to make magic happen! I have the perfect idea! Close your eyes and no peaking until I say so!”

[doudouma]

Hello there! I hope it’s not a bother, but may i request Douma x Fem!reader? (Headcanons) Basically, the reader meets Douma and instead of treating him like a god figure/begging him for paradise/only caring about her own problems she instead is concerned since he’s literally listening to other people’s burdens ALL day long and grows worried for his mental health? She offers genuine kindness, expecting nothing in return! This surprises/confuses Douma because people either don’t like him or only view him as an object to trauma dump on. (I personally believe Douma is just as broken as the other demons. Everyone overlooks his trauma TBH.) The reader just genuinely cares about him as a friend and whenever she finds out he’s a demon she just accepts him for who he is and doesn’t run away like how Kotoha did. Then maybe that’s when Douma begins to fall for the reader?

Haha, sorry this request is so long. I just love pure fluff and Douma angst in general! (Btw i adore your blog! It’s very adorable and i enjoy reading your headcanons during my breaks. I hope you’re doing alright!)

“a second chance at love”

douma with a fem!reader who genuinely cares about his mental health!

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◆ greetings, dearest! thank you so much for requesting, and your kind compliment ! i put in so much effort into my blog, and i’m happy my aesthetic has not gone unnoticed〜! i hope you enjoy! I’m glad i can occupy your time on your breaks! I’m doing alright, also♡

there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

reader is implied female.❀ 〜

a/n : i find this request rather cute! definitely poor doumas trauma is overlooked.. if you notice, muzan only chooses vulnerable people to become his servants. why would douma be any different? it’s very heartbreaking, my lovely lotus. douma is one of my favorites…〜

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okay, before i get started, just look at how cute douma is in the gif〜!! his little smile! he’s so tiny! so cute! a sweetheart! absolutely a baby!

when douma first sees you, he sees you no different from his other followers: lovely, but here to vent.

however, when you appeared and you two settled in, douma asked if anything was concerning you.

you said no, and decided to ask HIM if he’s okay!

you know, with listening to others problems and not really getting his own feelings out himself. being trauma dumped onto. not having anyone to talk to.

whats going on? nobody asks about him?

“hehe, my, my! what are you up to, dear? i promise to help guide you to paradise〜 cmon, cmon, talk to me〜”

did he just disregard your questions?! yes, yes he did. the poor boy is confused, but not surprised.

maybe he’s met someone like you before, but it meant nothing to him. couldn’t even recall their name〜

you keep questioning him and eventually he just kindly lets you go, mostly out of the state of confusion.

certainly he’d after he’d finish up with all of his followers, he’d be thinking about you!

why did you care? concerned for his well-being? nobody cares about him, right? not even the uppermoons or muzan!

the next time you visit his cult, you bring him a pretty bowl of edible arrangements! little do you know right now he can’t eat it..

you tell him that he’s just as important as anyone else would be! you also tell him that he can vent out to you, and you’ll be his little personal friend〜♡ how cute!

he would let out that cute little “..hm?..” he does〜

douma is left being confused, but intrigued. and he takes your arrangements♡

mostly questioning on why you’re here. why don’t you have anything to vent about? here for some other sort of service? to socialize?

typically, douma would have counted your days and would’ve eaten you〜

but, he hasn’t? he likes the feeling of being able to cling to someone. but clinging to them isn’t the right term he wants to use.

“dearest, you know, i really enjoy your company, and whatever idea you have going on〜! not many chances like this where i have normal conversations〜”

what idea?! you’re trying to comfort him?!

there’s a possible chance douma would just think you’re pretending. just like him♡

but the way you gently reassure him that his feelings are valid, smile at him, bring him gifts, and sometimes even just sitting next to him..

..tells him that maybe you’re not pretending? he’s very intelligent after all〜

he would be confused on what to feel, and if he should even feel anything at all?!

this next time you visit him, you catch a glimpse of what’s going on in the room you pass by. close the door all the way next time, douma!

with only seeing him sitting on the floor with his back facing you, and a few blood piles, you can pretty much guess only one of two things:

he’s injured〜

the man had devoured someone〜

if anything, you’re more-so confused on how did anyone else not see

later on when he invites you in, you ask him about what you saw.

“ahh! my lovely lotus〜 don’t tell anyone about what you saw, okay? the blood wasn’t mine, im unharmed. perhaps i’m not human, my dear〜”

bingoooo!!!!

for one reason or another, it doesn’t phase you, and you still wish to continue being his friend, and you stay with him♡〜

he would just sit there with his rainbow eyes filled with life, and ask you are you sure. when you say yes, he would clap his hands together with a bright smile and a single word, “lovely!”

now he’s grown more attached to you. but still, clingy isn’t the right word to use.

we all know douma has troubles with emotions, so he would ask one of the uppermoons on what’s he’s feeling.

he would ask daki, because she works at the house and deals with all types of emotions. her response:

“… don’t tell me you’re in ‘love’ with somebody? gross.”

of course, he would be puzzled by his profound new “love”, but he would be willing to give it a try〜

he spends the rest of his time painting you, collecting flowers and little desserts for you.

and when he sees you, he gives them to you, along with a few compliments!

although douma claims he’s already in love with you, it’s more so of a crush for now♡

hmm… i feel like douma would fall in love in stages?

with that being said,

he wouldn’t completely fall in love with you until enough time as passed where he can believe you won’t abandon him.

even then, he would still sometimes be in denial, since he went decades without love or emotions.

it’ll take him some time, but he’ll get it!

from here and on, he would often give you kisses and thank you for always being so kind to him!

never had he ever thought someone would care for him.

but not only did you tell him wrong, but you showed him wrong as well〜

for eternity, douma will always love and cherish you..

..as long as it’s reciprocated by the one who showed him it all, you♡

“my lovely lotus, you’ve been such a great follower of mine, so loyal and sweet. however, for someone as unique as you, why don’t you be my other half instead? i’ve heard of soulmates before as well, wouldn’t that just be lovely〜?”

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ahh!! my apologies for getting this out so late, dearest〜 i hope this satisfy your douma needs, and it certainly did for me! no need to apologize for the “long request”, there’s no such thing〜♡

this were fun to write! thank you for your support and patience, my precious flowers❀〜

[vipernoir]

Snowflake

Little Lukanette fic! Inspired by the ‘snow’ from @lukacouffaineappreciation 7daysofLuka for Christmas!!! 🎅 I had a lot of fun writing this :)

Marinette is feeling stress from her everyday life of being ladybug, and with the stress of the holidays coming up she seeks out some comfort from a certain blue haired boy

Bittersweet Luka x Mari ~ post breakup

Why had she agreed to do it? She had enough to deal with right now. As if being Ladybug and secretly saving the city every other night wasn’t enough, she’d promised to bake Christmas macarons for her schools bake sale. Then she had promised Alya she would take her little sisters so see Santa tomorrow so she could see the last movie showing with Nino. On top of all of that she’d now promised Rose she would design and make an elaborate, angelic dress for the upcoming winter dance. It was a lot.

She was an overly helpful person, she’d always been this way. Saying yes was just a second nature for her, and she wasn’t very good at disappointing people. Her plate was always full, then once she’d eaten away at some of the responsibilities and the plate seemed a little easier to eat, it just kept overflowing.

Christmas was only seven days away and in typical Marinette fashion she hadn’t got a single present for anyone, well other then Adrien but she had his next 30 christmases sorted. They were just friends now, good friends too, Marinette never thought her feelings for Adrien could be platonic but here she was. Maybe she could regift some of the old Adrien gifts? After all she had still to buy a gift for her parents, a gift for Alya, as well as the secret Santa she was doing with her friends! Master Fu! Tikki!?

Marinette sank down on the stone cold bench by the river, shivering a bit as she did so. Paris seemed colder this winter than it had been any other. The cold air was thick, and glittery with frost, even with all the layers of clothing Marinette had on it was still freezing. Her thoughts outweighed the cold though, she was too busy worrying about everything to notice how red her nose and cheeks had become. Her eyes were too busy swirling with anxiety she hadn’t noticed the light frost falling on her eyelashes. Her mind wondered to him, and how much regret she had for the way things ended between them. She missed Luka, and with all her heart she still loved him, but she couldn’t bear the extra responsibility of loving him, it was too dangerous for them both. She was so deep in thought she hadn’t even noticed when someone sat down on the bench next to her.

“Hello Marinette.”

His voice took her by surprise, she jumped back startled, which caused him to cover his mouth, stifling a giggle.

“Luka! Sorry I didn’t even notice you. I was just ….”

“Overthinking?” Luka said smiling, shuffling a little closer to Marinette.

“Was it that obvious?” Marinette looked down, trying to hide her eyes, knowing full well Luka could read them like a book

“Your Marinette, you’re always worrying. You can talk to me about it you know.”

Marinette looked away, she always told Luka her problems, it seemed like a regular thing now to the point she was starting to feel guilty. Every time she went on crazy and rambling Luka just sat there, supportively listening and taking in her each and every word.

“Don’t feel bad about it, you’re my friend Marinette, one of my most dear friends. I’ll always listen to you.”

Marinette signed, knowing Luka genuinely wanted to hear her worries, “ I’m just getting so tired of it all Luka. Every second of my time is accounted for, and I can’t catch a break. There’s things that I have to do and things I’ve promised to do, and they’re all combining into one giant time consuming lump and I feel breathless. I think sitting on this bench is the first moment I’ve had to myself for weeks.”

“You’re a busy girl Marinette, you always seem to be rushing off to do something…important.” Marinette sunk down the bench, feeling guilty remembering all the times she’d made excuses during the dates she and Luka had been on, all of times she had to transform to ladybug and abandon her friends on liberty. After all she was the reason they’d broken up, and had make Luka so sad. “You have to take time for yourself, the holidays are stressful enough time for anyone. You’re an amazing girl Marinette, and you shouldn’t overwork yourself. You need to find the right balance, you can’t press every piano key down at once, it’s impossible, you’ve got to select what notes to play at the right time, and don’t play too fast or your fingers will ache.”

She giggled at his musical euphemism “Thank you Luka. You always cheer me up.”

“Anytime Marinette, I’ll always be here for you, even if it’s just as friends.”

Marinette paused, wondering if she should say what she wanted too, “I…I‘m still really sorry about that Luka, how things ended up. I didn’t want things to be that way, I don’t even think I wanted things to end at all. It was just all too much.”

She looked at his eyes, they were showing nothing but calmness and compassion for her. Luka was good at reading people but he was even better at hiding his own emotions. Marinette knew how much pain Luka hid, and she knew that pain was inflicted by herself. Luka put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, resting it on top of her pink, knitted scarf.

“I understand Marinette, and it’s okay.”

“No Luka it’s not okay! I didn’t want -!” Her voice trailed off and she could feel cold tears prickling in her eyes, the icy wind making it harder for the tears to stay dormant. Her hands instinctively covered her face, and she turned away in embarrassment.

“Marinette you don’t have to hide yourself, you’re beautiful even when you cry.” Luka whispered, slinking his fingers between hers and pulling them from her face before pulling her into a hug. “I’m here for you always, and I’ll put your feelings before my own because I know you need it. You’ve made it perfectly clear that I can’t know the truth, and as much as I want to know I respect that you can’t tell me. The little things that pile up on top though, they’re okay to tell me aren’t they?”

Marinette sniffled, throwing her arms around Luka returning the hug, “I’m always using you for advice and I can give you nothing in return.”

“But you do give me something Marinette, you give me your smile.” Marinette’s blueberry eyes met Luka’s, she had to admit his sweet words did bring a smile to her face, she didn’t consider it payment for all he did for her, but she still couldn’t stop her lips from spreading at his words. “It’s getting cold out, do you want me to walk you home?”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, it’s not a far walk, but I think my dad said he can pick me up in his tour bus”

Marinette nodded and stood from the bench, and Luka followed suit. The glazed over path made Marinette stumble back, she was about to fall to the floor when a warm pair of arms grabbed her from behind, and set her back to her feet. “Thank you Luka, I didn’t realise how slippery it had gotten.”

“No problem Marinette, it’s just a shame it’s only icy and there’s been no snow.”

“Yeah I agree. Even though it’s the coldest winter we’ve had for years there’s still been no snow, Christmas doesn’t feel right without it.”

“Yeah, even when it does snow it doesn’t last long.”

“It’s honestly so pretty when it snows, I love how beautiful the city looks in snowfall I wish it would last forever.”

“That’s a nice wish Marinette, I don’t think it can snow forever but if I could wish for anything this Christmas I’d hope for some snow this winter for you, if it would make you happy.”

“That’s really sweet Luka.” She smiled at him.

“Actually I think I’m being a little selfish with it too…” Marinette cocked her head confused by what he meant. How could Luka ever be selfish? “I’m wishing for snow to see you smile, but mostly I think I’d like to see how radiant you look as the snowflakes float down behind you.”

Marinette just laughed, Luka always seeming so perfect. The two walked slowly through the slippy streets, looking at the twinkling decorations that lit up Paris. After a couple of more close falls from Marinette slipping, Luka took her hand firmly, arching his own arm as a support beam. Marinette blushed but said nothing, stealing glances at Luka when he wasn’t looking.

He looked so handsome in the crisp night, his soft, fluffy hair looked like a galaxy against the night. His eyes so brilliant blue, so full of the Christmas wonder. She hated being a superhero sometimes, she just wanted to be a normal girl who could have a normal boyfriend and do normal couple things.

“You’re overthinking again Mari.” Luka smirked, side eyeing her

“Sorry aha, I was kinda just trailing off from the world again.”

“Talk to me.”

“I just wish I was normal..”

“You’re not normal though, and that’s what’s so special about you. You have a tune that no one else can play. Everything about you is extraordinary. You’re like a beautiful, winter snowflake, each snowflake that falls is different yet every one is individually beautiful , and the more layers that form the more stunning you become.”

“You always know what to say Luka.” Marinettes cheeked turned crimson, now matching with her frozen cheeks and Rudolph nose. “Do…do you really think I’m as beautiful as a snowflake?”

Luka’s eyes darted up to the blackening sky and he smiled softly, turning his gaze to meet Marinette’s. “As beautiful as the ones falling from the sky.”

“What do-“ she started, before Luka span her round to see the first snow fall. Majestic white droplets dancing down to the ground, swirling around the landscape of the city, each droplet of snow that fell complimented the dazzling lights that decorated Paris.

“Looks like you got your wish.” Luka said smiling

“It’s so beautiful!” Marinette exclaimed running out towards the snow covered grass in the park, twirling about in the snow fall. Snow fell on her bluebell hair, and covered her shoulders.

“I got my wish too.” Marinette turned to look at him. He was stood watching her intently with such a loving gaze in his eyes, just pure adoration. Watching her excitement prancing about the snowy night, it was the highlight of his whole year.

“Merry Christmas Luka.” Marinette said pulling him into a snow covered hug.

Luka pulled her in deeper, planting a light kiss of her forehead. “Merry Christmas, Marinette.”

[frvnkcastles]

TOGETHER AS ONE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: After the events of season 2, all Frank needs is some care and a hug, so you tend to his wounds and hold him tight.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, description of physical trauma

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: I am really blown away by the attention my two other fics received and I’m definitely more inclined to keep posting here now :) I think I will post more PTSD-related works but for now, here’s this short-ish one about Frank receiving some love.

Ps. I’m totally up for receiving Frank requests!

The bathroom reeked of coppery blood and you wondered when exactly you had developed a stomach strong enough to avoid gagging at the smell, when exactly you had become immune to the horrors displayed all over your lover’s body. Well, physically, at least. Emotionally… you weren’t quite sure you’d ever get used to this.

You were both silent apart from pained grunts and huffs from Frank when you helped peel off his sweater, no longer black with all the dirt and blood it had gathered — barely even in one piece, with slashes all over his arms and back. You were seated behind him on the bathroom floor, gently tugging on the fabric until it was tossed near the door and you could assess the damage done to him.

You choked up, tried to swallow the lump in your throat while your shaky hands ghosted over the dozens of cuts, stabs and swelling bruises across his shoulders and back. You dreaded to even imagine his chest, but for now, you focused on what you could see. You so badly wanted to suggest a hospital, but considering he had barely managed to break out of one just days ago, you chose to say nothing. Some of the stitches that he had been equipped with still remained on the gashed skin, but for the most part, he had ripped open everything.

”Can hear you overthinkin’”, Frank murmured, his raspy voice filling the bathroom, and you tore your gaze away from the old scars mingling with what would surely turn into new ones. You looked at the back of his head, how he was hanging it low, almost like he was ashamed.

”I’m glad you’re here with me”, you whispered, not realizing just how close to losing him you had been. He didn’t say anything, but reached over his shoulder with one hand to grasp yours and squeeze it tightly.

You took in a deep breath and turned to reach for a handtowel before switching on the showerhead as lightly as you could, just enough to trickle water down Frank’s muscled, torn back. The droplets trailing down his spine quickly turned red, and you made sure to carefully press the towel against them before they could slide down the waistband of his jeans.

You cleaned him up, gentle and dedicated to not causing him any more pain, and he sat quietly, letting you take care of him. He wasn’t usually so good at accepting it, but after everything he had been through, he was just so goddamn tired. And after all, if there was anyone he trusted to look after him, it was you.

Evening turned into midnight quickly as you moved to step two: stitching the worst gashes up. His back looked like a piece of cross-stitch by the time you were done, and maybe, in a few days, you’d be able to joke about it. You did the same for his arms, and eventually, crawled around him so you could make sure his chest was okay, too. You could feel his eyes on you, burning through you as he watched you do your thing.

”Gotten good”, he noted quietly, licking his lips. ”’M sorry”, he added, wishing that you could have learned to stitch from your own volition and not because he kept coming home beaten to a pulp.

”Don’t apologize”, you were quick to cut him off, giving him a warm, genuine smile as you placed a hand on the back of his head and met his gaze. ”You look after me, I look after you. That’s just how this works, baby”, you promised, and unable to respond in any way, utterly amazed and grateful for everything that you were, Frank simply looked into your eyes until you asked him to move.

His jeans came off next, and with the heavy atmosphere, there was no sly comment or joke, only complete solemnity as he undressed in front of you. There was a nasty wound on the back of his thigh, and you didn’t think twice to disinfect it and do the same for everything else he couldn’t reach himself. Hell, even if he could have, he was entirely sucked out of all energy. Knowing him, he would have neglected the cuts for as long as he could.

Eventually, you climbed off of the floor, not quite meeting his height as you stood in front of him and placed a hand on his broad chest. ”All fixed up”, you smiled before nodding towards the bedroom, ”want me to get you something comfy to put on?”

Shaking his head, Frank took your hand and swallowed. ”Nah, just wanna get in bed. That alright?” he whispered, and unsure how you’d ever be able to reject him when he sounded so fragile, you simply nodded.

You led him into the bedroom and after switching your bloodied t-shirt into one of Frank’s old ones, you got under the covers and let the man twice your size get on top of you, his head resting on your belly and his arms around you. You wrapped yours around him, too, and gently caressed his hair, smoothing the unruly curls out and rubbing his scalp with your fingertips.

You didn’t realize he was crying until the tears came in contact with the revealed skin from under your tee, the exhaustion finally wearing him down. After facing off with Billy, evading the police time and time again, saying goodbye to Amy… he was just happy to be in bed with you, free to breathe and sleep.

His quiet cries got you to tear up, too, and you leaned down to press a kiss on the top of his head. ”I love you, Frank”, you whispered, ”you’ve earned your rest, okay?”

The squish he gave your sides was enough to decipher a thank you and an I love you all at once, and you smiled weakly.

”Dunno what I’d do without you”, he admitted.

You chuckled softly. ”Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out”, you promised, continuing your gentle touches on his hair. ”I’m with you as long as you want me”, you added, and now, it was Frank’s turn to chuckle.

”Sweetheart, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”

[mysimsloveaffair]

Yep! Babysitting is paying off. Without Tambara, Mariana surely would have lost all interest and moved on by now. He watches as Tambara covers her eyes to initiate a game.

Tambara: Peek-ah-boo, I see you!

Mariana: I see you too!

Drake suddenly remembers that he’s the babysitter, not Mariana. He walks over to rescue her.

Drake: I’m sorry about that. *joking tone* I promise I didn’t pay her to keep you here. 

Mariana: She gave me a good workout, at least! I could have fell in this dress, you know. *teases back*

Drake: Sorry about that, too. But I’m glad you found her so quickly. I’m usually the one that goes missing in my family. If I had lost her - I never would have heard the end of it.

Mariana: Lucky I was here then. 

If she’s content with hanging out with him and Tami, he’d say he’s very lucky. 

Mariana: So, is this your first time babysitting her? Is she usually this energetic?

Drake: Honestly, I haven’t had the chance to be around her very much, so yes - it’s the first time. I don’t live close to my brother. But, from my experience so far, she’s a lot like I was as a toddler - always getting into something. I kept my parents on their toes. Mariana: *laughs* I don’t know much about children, yet, but I always think if they are misbehaving to just give them ice-cream and everything will be alright!

Drake: Maybe I’ll give that a shot. Although I’m not sure it would have worked for me. Mariana: It looks like she’s had a lot of fun at least.

Drake: I’m decent at entertaining kids. I used to babysit my aunt’s triplets when they were younger. But none of them ever went missing.

Mariana: I guess they just didn’t have the energy of Tambara!

Tami grows bored with Drake and Mariana and pulls out her toddler tablet. Mariana scoots over on the bench, leaving room for Drake, which he happily fills.

Drake has always prided himself on his ability to jump into everything head first, but something about Mariana has him feeling off-kilter, as if he genuinely has something to lose here if he doesn’t play his cards right. 

They sit silently and watch the other park patrons as they walk by. Drake has to think of something to keep her here just a little longer and realizes his typical pranks and mischief won’t do. 

Drake: I was just about to give Tami a snack. We have extras if you’re hungry.

Mariana: I might be hungry, depending on what you have.

Drake: I brought some of my ma’s watermelon preserves. I promise you’ve never tasted anything like it. 

Mariana: Now, I can’t possibly turn that down!

Drake silently cheers for his ma’s preserves for the win. 

(**Note: Mariana was created and written by @igglemouse)

[jabesa0]

hi Jackie!!

did you ever feel hopeless or insecure about yourself and your art or feel scared or unmotivated to continue drawing? if yes, do you have any tips on how to cope with that and not to lose faith and motivation?

sorry if the question is too personal btw, love your art!!!!💋

Hello there!!

Hmmm I’d definitely say there’s been times where I’ve been extremely unhappy with my art, though most of it was before drawing mammon.

(More under the cut it got long again lol)

A lot of it stemmed from the typical “can’t seem to find my style” issues that a lot of artists face! I was also generally just unhappy with just my skill level at the time and what I expected myself to be producing, even if I wasn’t ready yet! I’d more likely than not have a bunch of unfinished works that I’d never touch again because I simply lost interest in them the more I worked on them.

I had always liked art and drawing, with people being my main focus, but I don’t think I ever had a direct sort of connection or muse like I have now with mammon.

I know it’s a bit silly but through falling in love with mammon, I was able to sort of give myself the drive I have now to keep improving and working! Rather than studying and practicing just for the sake of it, I would work so that I can draw mammon as best as I can. And if I can’t draw him the way I picture, I simply find ways to improve and take note of so I CAN draw him like I want!

I know it’s said a lot in the art community but genuinely finding something or someone specific that you love with all your heart will help you improve, because you’re doing it for your love of that muse that you have for yourself :D!! Whenever i find myself with free time to draw, i promise you I won’t work on a single thing other than whatever mammon project i have next, and through that I’ve improved many aspects of my art!!

Oh and also take a break when drawings seem to be going bad!! When I struggle with a piece and think “damn this one sucks bad I’m scrapping this”, it’s usually later at night so I choose to go to bed and get a fresh start tomorrow so I can see what’s really bugging me with a piece!

Anyways that’s really my way of not losing motivation, maybe it’ll work for you (hopefully it does!!)!! But definitely for me, my adoration for mammon has spurred me on to work hard so that one day I’ll get asked to paint a beautiful mammon mural that they’ll display on like….the Sistine chapel two or something

[garden-bug]

This post discusses the value of the application of moral values to stories not typically considered literature. Lit students and writers, enjoy (I can promise you it doesn’t go into much depth but hopefully it’s a little interesting).

Please only respond if you have read Timothy Zahn’s Thrawn. Do not respond based on the Ahsoka series or Filoni’s depiction of the character I don’t think Filoni understands this character either.

Just rbd somebody who thought the entire fandom was obsessed with good vs evil and applying certain moral values. Been thinking about this and can’t figure out what’s wrong with that in the slightest. Anyway, I need to know what we all think cause I’m curious now.

Some thoughts on the value of the application of moral values to stories below (read at your own risk oh my god sorry). Disclaimer: I am a literature student.

My experience of this fandom is positive overall. We like Thrawn but understand his moral ambiguity (unless… you don’t. In which case, what books have you been reading and do you understand what moral ambiguity is? It doesn’t mean he’s a ‘bad’ character. If anything it’s a good thing because it makes him more interesting. Compare morally ambiguous Zahn’s Thrawn to the much less ambiguous and more evil Filoni’s Thrawn. Which is a better character? See, we’re analysing morality here.)

Genuinely, if you picked one of the 100% options and have a good reason let me know why because that’s so interesting to me. You must have a very black and white world view.

For anyone who picked the last option, you’ve just undermined one of the major reasons we study literature and the value and intrigue of stories to society (and my uni degree lol). Interesting choice. You must have had some bad experiences in this fandom.

(Also DNI in that case. I’m not interested in a debate on whether critical analysis of morality is interesting you can read my final essay. Also BORING. CRINGE. Idk just DNI or do so I can block you I guess because interacting with someone when they said DNI is an interesting moral choice as well since we’re on the topic.)

As I said before, you can still enjoy a character and acknowledge (and appreciate) their moral flaws. ‘Good character’ and ‘good morals’ are not synonymous. Why does people talking about morality annoy you so much? I’m sure they appreciate the character more than you for it. (Unless they’re being 100% about it in which case fair enough that’s annoying BUT bear in mind it’s unrealistic to expect people to address the moral ambiguity of an entire story in a post about one specific aspect. Some people will tho they are cool.)

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Girl Who Chased Bugs

Ship: Aniol West & GraveRobber (platonic), Aniol West & Shilo Wallace (platonic)

Word Count: 1397

Summary: Wow, I did not mean for this to get this long but I don't really know how to split it up so bear with me. Aniol and GraveRobber have a chat when they are interrupted by a familiar face. Also this isn't necessarily canon to my ship timeline I just wanted to write Aniol and Shilo interacting. CWs for canon-typical themes, let me know if there's anything else that needs a warning, I'm tired and can't tell. (genuine)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

On the shadiest streets in the city, people like the GraveRobber dwelled. Illegal Zydrate dealers and Zydrate addicts, those just trying to get by and those looking to make a quick buck… there was no “middle class,” there hadn’t been one for a long time. There was the bottom of the beer barrel and the corked top of a bottle of champagne. Aniol was about the only person who existed and flowed between that high and low. He whistled a tune that connected him with the GraveRobber as he walked, drawing the eyes of the prostitutes on the corner and their potential customers. It didn’t take long for the pale man with colourful streaks in his greasy hair to materialise out of the darkness, whistling along with Aniol as he took up stride at their side.

“What’s new with you?” He asked as the tune came to an end.

“I was wondering if I could interest you in a job,” Aniol hummed.

“In addition to what I already do?”

“Never mind the Zydrate business, I want to put you in a film.”

GraveRobber slowed to a halt while Aniol managed a few more steps forward before turning to face him.

“I don’t know, pretty bird. Don’t you think that’s a bit risky, putting my mug on the big screen? You’re not trying to put me out of business, are you?”

Aniol stepped toward him, taking his angular face in their hands and examining his features closely. “A little make-up and prosthetics and you’ll be unrecognizable. I promise you, my artists are just as good as surgeons, and of course they’re under a contract that says they can’t say shit about dick unless I say so, so you wouldn’t have to worry about your identity getting out beyond the dressing room.”

The GraveRobber considered this for a moment before the two of them were distracted by the sound of a can bouncing off of the curb. A girl standing anxiously under a streetlight gasped and stepped back, obviously not wanting to be seen.

“What’s a girl like you doing out at this time of night?” Aniol called across the alley.

“Kid? Is that you?” GraveRobber added, curiously familiar. The girl hesitantly skipped across the road to join them.

“I'm sorry, I-I promise I wasn't stalking you, I was following a bug…” She looked around, “I’ve lost it, now…”

“You know this young thing?” Aniol asked, his expression slightly concerned. He lowered his voice, “She's not a customer, is she?”

“No! This is… well, I never did catch your name. But it’s kind of funny… you were chasing a bug the first time we met.”

The girl smiled coyly. “That’s right…” her brow then furrowed. “But you also got me caught.”

“I understand that you aren’t supposed to be out either way, so I’d prefer if you thought of it as me doing you a favour, kid.”

“My name is Shilo.”

Recognition flashed on Aniol’s face, and he could see that it made her nervous. “GraveRobber’s right, you shouldn’t be out.” He crossed his arms. “You’re clearly young and inexperienced, for one. This city’ll eat you alive if you’re not careful.”

She pulled her bag closer to her side, a determined look on her face. “Who’re you to say I’m inexperienced? I’m seventeen, I’m practically an adult.”

“And yet you’re sneaking around like you’re twelve,” GraveRobber quipped, making her face turn pink with embarrassment.

Aniol moved to whisper in his ear, “This is one of my friends’ kids.”

Surprise captured him and he huddled with Aniol in an attempt to talk more privately. “Really?? How do you know?”

“I’ve never seen a picture of her, but how many Shilos do you meet on a given day? She already reminds me of him, too.”

“What are you two murmuring about over there?” Shilo asked. The GraveRobber popped his head up.

“Nothing. Just discussing who should take you home.” He shoved Aniol forward. “How about my friend, here?”

“What? No, I don’t want to go home yet!” She frowned at Aniol. “And don’t I know you from somewhere…?”

It was Aniol’s turn to blush. “I assure you, you don’t,” he answered firmly. Not like my face has been in magazines and on posters and billboards, my trailers on public television screens…

“So you’re saying this complete stranger should take me home?? Doesn’t that seem a little against your ‘protect the child’ M.O.?”

“Yes, well, I trust Aniol very much--”

“Robber.”

“Aniol… oh my God, you’re Aniol West!” Shilo pointed at him while his flush crept into his ears.

“And you are not nearly old enough to be watching my movies.”

“Well I’ve never seen any of them… I just recognized you from one of my magazines. You know Blind Mag?”

Aniol sighed while his friend looked very bemused. “It’s none of your business, kid--”

“Of course he knows Mag,” GraveRobber butt in theatrically, “all good artists know each other.”

This made Shilo’s eyes sparkle. “Can you get me her autograph?”

Aniol frowned. This was far too complicated for his liking, knowing the history interwoven between Nathan, Mag, Marni, and Shilo, though Shilo didn’t know it. He spoke very deliberately, “If you promise me there will be no fuss in going home tonight, I’ll think about it.”

She thought hard about it before nodding in agreement. “Deal. But you have to walk me, and you have to tell me all about being a director.”

GraveRobber snickered at Aniol’s reluctant expression.

“Fine…” He glared at his friend. You ass… and you don’t know the half of it! “GraveRobber, turn around and plug your ears.”

“Why…?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine, fine,” the GraveRobber did as he was told while Aniol stepped closer to Shilo.

“A final condition, your father absolutely cannot see me.”

“Huh??”

“Trust me. I walk you to your house, and then I’m gone. Just be prepared to get inside as quickly as physically possible.”

“Okay…” Shilo studied him for a moment. He wished he knew what she was thinking. He tapped the GraveRobber on the shoulder.

“You can take your hands off your ears, now.”

He turned back to them. “All settled, then?”

“Yes, I’m taking Shilo back home right now. Don’t think you’ve escaped my film proposition, however, I will be finding you again later.”

“You want to put him in a movie??” Shilo asked, giggling.

“What, you don’t think I have the chops?” GraveRobber asked in a jokingly aggressive manner. She continued to laugh, doubling over slightly. It warmed something in his cold, black, Zydrate-slinging heart. Aniol checked his watch.

“C'mon, Shilo. Ciao, Robber.” He pat the GraveRobber's cheek affectionately. He took his hand and kissed their fingers.

“Until I hear your siren’s song once more, Aniol.”

Aniol smiled, then began leading the way out of the alley.

“How do you know where you're going??” Shilo asked, jogging to catch up with him.

“I thought we agreed we would only talk about my career?”

“Yeah, but you're acting weird. And like, a different sort of weird from… what did you call him?” She gestured back down the alley. The GraveRobber had disappeared.

“Robber. Short for GraveRobber. I don't think he remembers his first name. Shilo, there's a lot you don't know… about everything. At this point, I don't think staying inside or sneaking out can help you.”

She was quiet as they walked along the dirty road, their faces lit in a flurry of neons as they passed by signage and under streetlamps. “You know my dad, don't you?” She eventually asked. “How? Were you a patient of his?”

“I won't tell you these things,” Aniol insisted, turning the corner. “Now, either ask me something about movies or please, be quiet.”

Eventually, she did begin asking about Aniol's work, which he patiently explained each process of, from writing to casting to actually filming something. Soon, they appeared at the back end of Shilo and Nathan's home.

“Can you climb the fence?” Aniol asked. Shilo nodded.

“Of course I can, I've been doing this since I was thirteen.”

“Thirteen?!”

“Shhh!!”

“Shilo…” Aniol’s tone was distinctly parental as she began the climb. She looked down at him as she scrabbled up onto her balcony. They shared a long gaze before she slipped inside and drew her curtains. Aniol exhaled and made his way back to his own home. Oh, Nathan…

[yoditopascal]

Heat of the Moment (Part Three)

summary: ‘Adopted daughter to police chief Jim Hopper, Shea has a hard enough time fitting in at Hawkins high, throw in monsters, meddling kids, and alternate dimensions into the mix and she’s not sure how she’ll survive.’

content warning: some angst, character deaths, period-typical racism, period-typical sexism, canon-typical violence, possible smut later on??? (honestly we’ll see), cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug use, this is a reader insert but I hate using y/n so your nickname is ‘Shea’

a/n: Whole lotta dialogue in this chapter, next one will have more action I promise!

Previous Chapter//Next Chapter

The Kids Are Not Alright

Slamming the door behind her Shea huffed as she tried her anger to subside 

Stupid Steve Harrington and his big ass mouth.

Shaking her head she steeled herself and went back to the task at hand. Calling her sister to make sure she was alright.

Dialing the number the phone rang four times with no answer. She could feel in the pit of her stomach that something wasn’t right and just as she was about to hang up, grab her keys, and drive her happy ass down there herself a sleepy voice answered the phone.

“ Hello?” They said

“Jonathan?” Shea asked, she knew his voice anywhere, besides Robin and Eddie he had been one of her only friends in high school.

“Yea hey, Shea what’s up?” He sounded a little high but that was normal for him nowadays.

“Is El there I-uh I wanted to talk to her, make sure she’s alright” Shea didn’t wanna sound like that it was urgent, even though it was, just in case like Steve said the situation wasn’t about the upside down. She really didn’t want to get El involved in any more shit than she had to be in. 

“Oh I’m sorry she went out with Mike and Will a while ago, they went to the roller rink or something like that,” he said with a yawn

“That’s fine c-can you tell her I called though,” she said rubbing the back of her neck anxiously as she stood on her heels..

“Sure man, is everything ok? You sound kinda upset” he asked sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah just- yeah I miss her is all. How’s she doing?” she sniffed

“I don’t really know. She says she’s fine but you know how El is.”

“Yeah I know, stubborn just like Dad.”

“That she most definitely is.”

“Between you and me I think she might be getting bullied,” Jonathan said as he lowered his voice as if just speaking about it would conjure up the young teen.

“What?” Shea almost shouted.

“She won’t really tell us anything about it but Will notices things and I don’t think she gets it”

“Who the hell is it Jonathan? Is it someone from her class? Do I need to come up there?” Shea said trying her best to keep her anger in check but failing miserably. 

“Whoa slow down there Rambo! I don’t think your dad would be too happy with you beating up a kid in another state even if it is for your sister” Jonathan reasoned trying to get her to calm down

“Yeah well, they should know better than to be messing with her.”

“I’m sure they will, El just has to stick up for herself”

“Does she even know how? She’s never had to before, not like this” Shea said still agitated 

“She’s capable Shea, you gotta give her a chance”

“I know she is but-“

“I get it big sister genes are kicking in”

“Yeah… she’s all I got Jonathan” Shea said as she wiped at the tears that threatened to spill from the corner of her eyes.

“I know and besides us here you’re all she’s got so stop stressing yourself out so much.”

“I’ll try” Shea chuckled 

“Argyle is here I gotta get going” Oh right Jonathan’s cute stoner friend she met last Christmas

Oooh, tell him I said heeey.”

“Don’t be gross, I’ll talk to you later” Jonathan laughed with a snort 

“Yeah, you too.”

Bursting through the door, Dustin and Max raced up to the front counter of the video store.

“Steve!” Dustin cried sounding almost desperate

“Henderson, you see this shit?” Steve asked pointing to the news on tv. 

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin asked completely ignoring the question.

“Someone was murdered,” Steve said incredulously, sometimes Dustin could be so insensitive 

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin repeated 

“Two, technically three of you count Keith’s in the back but Shea is using it why?” Robin

“Three works,” Max said looking back between Dustin and Robin's face as serious as ever. 

“Dude! What is going on?!” Steve shouted as Dustin knocked down tapes as they hopped the counter. 

I’m setting up a base of operations!” Dustin explains as he sets himself up at the rental store computer, tapping away at the keys as he goes.

“Base of operations? For what?!”

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers!”

“Oh yeah, your new best friend Eddie who you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game. Seriously, what is it with everyone and that guy!” Steve said, sounding almost as if he was jealous. Ok, he was a little bit jealous but so what!

“Guys seriously were a little busy right now, Shea’s in the back probably still upset, can’t this wait” Robin asked already tired of Steve and his antics, if he wanted to argue with Dustin he needed to do it somewhere else because she was done with him today.

“Shea’s here?” Max asked sounding surprised

“Yeah she came in here crying about him earlier, she’s looking for that freak too” Steve rolled his eyes

“She wasn’t crying but she probably is now thanks to you” Robin fired back with her arms crossed

“I said I was sorry!” Steve shouted back.

“Yeah well you can shove you’re sorry ina sack and get f-“ Shea said as she reappeared from the back she was cut off by Dustin who put his hands up in the air clearly fed up with whatever was going on between her and Steve already.

“Look whatever’s going on with you two I need you to squash it like yesterday!”

“Max, can you fill them in while I do this?” Dustin asked ignoring how the two young adults looked down at the ground like they were being scolded by a parent and went back to typing away on the computer.

“Fill us in on what?” Shea asked, finally looking up to meet Max’s concerned gaze.

“This is gonna sound crazy but I think something happened at Eddie’s trailer last night” she started 

“Yeah no shit it’s all over the news” Steve interrupted again.

“I mean like upside down crazy shit. I saw him and Chrissy Cunningham go into his trailer last night then all the lights and shit in the whole park flickered and I saw him hightailing it outta there in his van!” She said as she remembered all the lights flickering around her and how it had all reminded her of the mall and Billy and… Max swallowed hard trying not to get lost in her own thoughts, they needed her here and focused. 

“Chrissy Cunningham?” Steve questioned incredulously as if anyone like Chrissy would be caught dead hanging around someone like Eddie.

“Oh shit”

“I told you!” Shea shouted matter-of-factly poking Steve right in his broad chest.

Steve shoved her hand off before flipping her the bird which she returned as the four of them spent the next hour calling around asking if any of Eddie’s friends had seen or heard from him while Steve continued to work and flirt with customers but to their chagrin no one had. One person Max spoke with suggested they call Reefer Rick, he was Eddie’s supplier and he often crashed there when he didn’t want to be at home but no one knew his address or his real name to look up.

“I think I might have a lead,” Max said as she hung up the phone turning towards the others as she spoke.

“Seriously?” Shea asked from her spot on the floor, phone between her crossed legs.

“Yeah so apparently Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there,” she said crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter behind her

“Great! So where’s he live?” Robin asked as she hopped up from her spot beside Shea stretching as she stood ready to head out.

“That’s the thing no one knows, he kinda like a legend” Max finished explaining with a long sigh.

“Well, what about a last name?” Dustin asked hopping off the counter he was sitting on and jumping back up to the computer

“Bet the cops know” Steve threw in his two cents

“Really Steve?” Shea asked ready to punch him by now, he hadn't helped them look for shit and now here he was bringing up Eddie and his friends being criminals again.

“I mean, if he’s a drug dealer then he had to have been busted at some point so he’s probably in the system”

“The cops? Seriously” Dustin was talking Shea’s side on this one.

“Just ignore him that’s what I’ve been doing,” Shea said as she turned her back to Steve turning her attention back to Dustin on the computer.

“Just say what you want to say, Steve, you think Eddie’s guilty don’t you?” Dustin rolled his eyes at his friend

“Whoa, I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit I just, yknow, I don’t think we should rule anything out is all I’m saying,” Steve said as he leaned over the counter trying to act cool.

“That’s exactly what we’re trying to do here Steve” Max was now starting to get agitated too

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend-“ Dustin started loudly

“I wasn’t-“ Steve tried to interrupt but Dustin continued

“ and more time helping us try to find Eddie!” he finished with a huff as he turned back towards to computer as if the answer would just pop up on the screen with a frustrated groan he dropped his head down onto the counter with a thud. 

“I have an idea!” Robin says hopping up from the floor and over to the computer

“What are you doing?” Max asks

“Maybe we don’t need a last name,” Robin said as she started to look up every customer they've rented out to named Rick.

“See twelve Ricks already have accounts here,” She said pointing to the screen as the rest of the group crowded around her.

“That's a lot of Ricks,” Shea said with a sigh

“So let's narrow it down,” she said beginning to click through each of Rick’s rentals, trying to decide whose past rentals would match a would-be drug dealer. 

“Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo, what are the chances our Rick has a family?” she asked

“Not likely” Dustin answers

“Ok, so how about Rick Conroy? Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romancing the Stone?”

“No” everyone including Steve agreed at once

“Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease."

“Nah,” Shea said 

“Rick Lipton, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Cheech & Chong’s Next Movie, Cheech & Chong’s Nice Dream, Cheech & Chong’s Up in Smoke.”

“Bingo.” Max chuckled lightly

“Lipton?” Steve asked as if the name sounded familiar to him.

“Spelled like the tea. Looks like the address is 2121 Holland Rd.”

“That’s out by Shea’s place by Lover’s Lake,” Dustin said as Robin pulled up the address on the screen

“Yeah the middle of nowhere” Steve agreed

“The perfect place to hide.”

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Lilies and Soap: 3 - A Pleasing Smile

“The promises I covet most

Are the ones you’ve never made”

“Pleasing Smile” by Lilies and Soap.

Lyrics by K. K. Sharma.

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"I thought you guys had better snacks at these meetings. I could eat any of this stuff at home," Colin assessed as he proceeded to eat at least one of everything that was laid out on the table along the wall of the studio. 

"Then I'll ask for a third time, why are you here?" Anthony exchanged a look with Kate. 

"Because Ben and I are going to the cinema after this. And I thought there would be better snacks."

"Well, we wouldn't want to keep you. What else is there, Ben?"

“Well, I've saved the best for last. Guess who's manager emailed me today."

"Who?" Kate asked as she worked on a phrase on the keyboard.

"Siena Rosso wants to collaborate with L&S.”

Kate's stomach dropped with a thud, but she tried to keep a straight face, and even managed a smile. 

“Oh, wow. Really?” Anthony seemed genuinely surprised, which didn't make sense to Kate. Siena talked about their band in the press all the time, and often mentioned Anthony specifically.

Benedict must have been thinking the same thing. “Mate, her crush on you is a very open secret. Hell, she’s liked you since we were all at the RCM.”

“No shit?” Anthony asked, with a hint of excitement.

“No shit,” Kate said quietly to herself.

“Your cluelessness aside, she wants to experiment for her next album. Not all the way mainstream, but mixing up her typical classical stuff to see how she likes a less niche sound. She wants you two to write some songs for her and maybe feature on a few tracks.”

Colin unhelpfully added, “And, of course, she wants to fuck Anthony.”

Anthony smirked as he reflexively chucked his pen at Colin and the three brothers laughed far too much at the joke, which Kate knew wasn’t a joke at all. Surprising herself, she stood up a bit too fast, knocking some sheet music onto the floor.

“I’m gonna run to the loo. That sounds great, though. Both the collab and Tony getting laid, of course.” She winced as she walked quickly across the room.

“Lamb–?”

She ignored him–and the sympathetic look Benedict sent her way.

—

When Kate didn’t come back from the bathroom after ten minutes, Benedict cleared his throat. “Well, that was really all I had for you guys, so…”

Anthony ran a hand over his face. “Yeah, it’s fine. You guys can head out.”

Benedict walked over and put a hand on Anthony's shoulder. "Let me know if there is anything I can do, OK?"

"Sure, thanks."

Once his brothers left, Anthony walked down the hall to find Kate just outside of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. When she heard him approaching, she looked in his direction and quickly straightened up. Her eyes looked teary.

"Shit, what's wrong?" Anthony took long, quick strides to reach her.

"What? Nothing." She sounded annoyed as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Lamb, it's obviously something."

"I'm fine." Kate started to walk past him. He reached for her hand, but she pulled away from him, and Anthony felt a sting in his chest.

“I said I’m fine, Tony.” Annoyance was turning into anger, it seemed.

Anthony held his hands up. "OK, OK."

Kate's expression softened a bit. "Sorry. Look, if we’re done, I’m gonna go.”

“I thought we were going to–”

"No, I really need to go. I’m going to Somerset."

Anthony took a few steps closer, but Kate kept backing up. "What? Since when?"

"Since I decided I wanted to. So, I’ll see you later. Bye."

No hug. No kiss on the cheek. Just "bye," and she was gone. 

—

"Chellam!"

Kate's mother, Kaveri, kissed her daughter's cheeks before stepping back so Kate could come into the house.

"I saved some dinner for you if you want to eat something."

"I do. Thank you, Amma."

"Go put your bag in your room and I'll heat it up."

"Oh, I can do th–"

Kate almost had the wind knocked out of her when she felt someone jump on her back.

"Didi!"

"Hello, Bon," Kate breathed with a laugh.

"Oh, yes. When you told me you were coming, I let Mary and Edwina know, of course." Kaveri explained from the kitchen.

"Mum isn't here, though. She's had a cold and went to bed early tonight."

"She's sick? Why didn't you tell me?" Kate threw her bag into her old room and walked with Edwina to the kitchen.

"It's just a cold, Kate."

"Still, I could have come earlier." She sat down at the kitchen table where her mother had placed her dinner.

"Speaking of…" Edwina sat beside her at the table. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but you usually don't take a three and a half hour train ride on a whim."

"Everything OK, Chellam?" Kaveri asked as she leaned against the stove.

"Um…" Kate took a break from inhaling her food. She didn't realise how hungry she was. "No, not really. I mean, I'm fine."

"You don't have to be fine. Just tell us."

"Well… Um… OK, uh, I think I have feelings for Tony. Actually, no. I thought I did for a while. Now I know I do."

Edwina and Kaveri looked at each other, their expressions not quite what Kate was expecting.

"What?" she asked.

"Not to take away from whatever you're feeling, but we sort of thought that's been the case for a long time."

"Really? How long is 'a long time?'"

"I don't know. You've been such good friends with the Bridgertons since uni. You and Anthony just sort of…fit together so well. Honestly, we know you aren't together, but, Didi, you guys have acted like you are for at least a couple years.

"Years?" Kate looked up at her mother. "Amma?"

"It's true. We talk about it all the time."

"Kaveri!" Edwina shook her head.

"What?"

"You guys really talk about it all the time?" Kate asked slowly, trying to take in that what she's only recently been grappling with is apparently old news to her family.

Kaveri joined Edwina and Kate at the table.

“Kathani. We didn’t want to mention it before you did, if you even would. I’m sorry. It just didn’t feel like our place to say anything. I mean, we could have been wrong, so we kept our thoughts to ourselves.”

“Yeah…” Kate started to push around the rest of the food on her plate with her fork. “I wish you’d been wrong.”

Edwina put an arm around Kate’s shoulders.

“Today, Ben told us Siena Rosso wants to collab with us.”

“Oh, I think I’ve heard of her,” Edwina said.

“Well, we actually all met at the RCM. We weren’t super close, but she would hang out with me, Ben, and Tony sometimes. She’s always had a crush on him–Tony, I mean. Nothing ever happened with them, but I don’t think she ever got over it. And when Ben told us she wanted to work with us, Tony just looked…” Kate sighed. “I think he’s interested.”

“Well,” Edwina said. “You don’t have to agree to the collaboration, right?”

“No, but I can’t turn it down if this is the only reason. It’s a great opportunity for us, and obviously Tony wants to do it. I can’t start making decisions for the band because of these… feelings. So, yeah, we’re probably gonna be working with her. Which means I’ll have to see them together and… I think I could be OK, feeling this way when he’s with other people. I just…” A tear rolled down her face and she wiped it away.

“I just don't want to see it up close," she whispered.

—

Edwina offered to stay with Kate at Kaveri’s, but Kate insisted her sister go back home since Mary was sick.

Kate stared up at the ceiling in her childhood bedroom, waiting for sleep to come. For probably the tenth time since she got into bed, she looked at the unanswered messages Anthony sent her since she left him at the studio.

DJ Tony B: Um, what just happened?

DJ Tony B: Did I do something?

DJ Tony B: Call me while you're on the train, Lamb. Please.

DJ Tony B: Just let me know when you get to Kaveri’s.

Kate decided she didn’t want to leave him hanging overnight, though she didn’t know what she wanted to say. She settled for the bare minimum before turning off her phone for the night.

I’m at Amma’s. Going to sleep. Thanks for checking in.

—

“Um, hey.”

Anthony was sitting backstage at The Lexington when he looked up from his phone and saw Kate hesitantly walking towards him. He immediately stood up and put his phone in his pocket.

“Lamb. Hey.”

They faced each other, saying nothing for a few long, uncomfortable moments. Anthony wanted to give her a hug, but things were left so awkward between them, he didn’t know if that’s what Kate would want. They started talking at the same time.

“How was–”

“I should–”

“Go ahead,” Anthony said, smiling.

“Thanks.” Kate took a breath. “I shouldn’t have literally run away from you last week. And I should have answered more of your messages over the past few days. Something just came up and I’m… dealing with it.”

“Are you OK? Is your family OK?”

“Yeah, yes.” Kate said sincerely. She reached out and took Anthony’s hand. He let out a sigh of relief and put his other hand on top of hers.

“And you’re sure I can’t help? Even if you just want to talk about it?”

Kate vigorously shook her head. “No, I can handle it.” She gave him a small smile. It wasn’t her real smile, but Anthony decided not to push it any further–for now. He tugged on her hand and pulled her into a hug. When he felt her relax into it, he tightened his hold. After a while, he finally let her go.

“Want to go out after the runthrough?”

“Sure. Though, you should know Amma and Mum packed a ridiculous amount of food for me to bring back for you. It’s at my flat.”

“Oh, well, in that case,” Anthony put an arm around Kate as they walked towards the stage. “Let’s just go to yours, then.”

[NOTE: I don’t hate Siena, and she isn’t a villain in this story. I also don’t think she’ll be in more than one or two chapters. Just FYI.]

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@clueless-shapeshifter I am so sorry Tumblr hates me and does NOT want me to save asks to my drafts for some reason and always posts them before I'm ready idk why!

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Words: 1,107

Fandom: Ensemble Stars!

Pairing: Mayoi Ayase/Tatsumi Kazehaya

@badthingshappenbingo Prompt: Take Me Instead

TW: Mayoi-typical self deprecation/self dehumanizing behavior

OKAY before you get started it is very debatable whether this actually fits the prompt or not! I am so sorry, I genuinely could NOT think of ideas without having to come up with an establish some kind of au! If this does not fit the prompt, I could try again if wanted! I am sincerely sorry!

You can also read this on AO3!

“I think we did rather well today.” Tatsumi speaks up, zipping his bag shut.

-----

Mayoi can still feel his heart beating rapidly. The show ended about 5 minutes ago, but he can still feel the energy of the crowd as they pack up and leave. Along with the other members of Alkaloid, he was getting changed and collecting his stuff.

“I think so too!” Hiiro cheers. Mayoi and Aira nod in agreement.

“Do you guys still want to go to that restaurant afterwards?” Aira asks, wiping off his makeup.

“Of course.” Tatsumi replies.

“We wouldn't want to waste our reservation, fufu~” Mayoi smiles. He doesn't deserve to be in a group with such pure people, but it does feel nice to have calm moments like these.

After he finishes packing up, he looks over at Aira, who seems to be frantically searching his bag.

“Aira-san, what's wrong?” Mayoi asks, leaning over to see the inside of his junior's bag.

After a few more moments of searching, Aira speaks up. “I can't find the makeup palette that Narukami-senpai let me borrow! I promise I'd give it back to her after the show! I remember putting it back in here after I used it!”

Hiiro walked over to Aira. “Do you need help finding it, Aira?”

The blond looks up at Hiiro. “Yes please.”

“How about this,” Tatsumi starts. “Me and Mayoi-san will make our way to the restaurant, so that we don't lose those reservations, and Hiiro-san can help Aira-san find the makeup palette. Then, you two can meet us there.”

Hiiro smiles up at Tatsumi. “That works, Tatsumi-senpai! We'll see you there!”

After a moment, the two older Alkaloid members head out of the backstage area, walking towards the new restaurant that opened recently.

“Fufu~ You did very well tonight, Tatsumi-san.” Mayoi breaks the silence. Tatsumi smiles at Mayoi, grabbing his hand.

“Thank you, Mayoi-san. You did as well.”

Mayoi’s smile was slightly shaky, but overall grateful. A bug like him doesn't deserve to be praised by such a holy person like Tatsumi. But… Tatsumi seems so genuine, that Mayoi can't find it in himself to deny it.

The two continue to walk silently, still hand in hand. All that could be heard were the sounds of the early evening. It calms down any adrenaline Mayoi may have still had from the show.

It was when they were about one block away from the restaurant that they heard an excited squeal. Then, a group of 2 girls approaches them.

“Oh my God!! Mayoi Ayase and Tatsumi Kazehaya!!” The first one cheers. “We're such big fans!! We saw the show today, it was amazing!!”

The second one, without any warning, slings her arm over Mayoi's shoulders. Mayoi flinches slightly, but the person doesn't budge. “I’m such a big fan, Mayoi-san! You've been my favorite since Alkaloid debuted!”

He squirms slightly under the fan’s arm, but she doesn't notice. Tatsumi does, and tries to pull Mayoi away from her. It doesn't succeed, and Mayoi notices the first fan look down at the two idols’ conjoined hands.

“Nao, look! I told you they had something going on!”

Now with hands that are starting to shake, Mayoi pulls his hand away from Tatsumi’s. Tatsumi opens his mouth to speak, but the second fan, Nao, beats him to it.

“Oh my god!! I told you, Minako!!” She leans closer to Mayoi, her arm still wrapped around his shoulders. The first girl, Minako, also approaches Mayoi.

“So long has it been?”

“Have you guys kissed?”

“Do you ever plan to tell the public?”

“I've been shipping you two since the beginning!”

Mayoi can feel his hands start to shake even more. The girls are too close, they're asking too many questions, they're so loud. All Mayoi wants to do is to yell at them, tell them to stop.

But that would be rude, would it not? What if the girls told people about it? Wouldn't that bring negative attention to Alkaloid?

So he just stands these, frozen under Nao's arm and the girls’ questions. His breathing shudders slightly as he continues to shake.

“Excuse me, you two.” Tatsumi speaks up. Mayoi can feel the fan’s arm be taken off his shoulder. “Mayoi-san is obviously uncomfortable. Please back up.”

Despite him staring at his feet, Mayoi can hear the fans back up.

“If you have any questions, you can take them up with me instead.”

“Really?” Minako asks, looking over at Tatsumi.

“Yes, I can.” He answers. He looks over at Mayoi, mouthing something at him.

‘Start going to the restaurant. I'll meet you there.’

Mayoi nods, scurrying off. The rest of the walk to the restaurant goes by in a blur, and he soon finds himself in front of the restaurant. He sits on one of the benches outside of the restaurant. He can't find it in himself to go in.

As always, he was totally useless. He couldn't say a single word to those fans. He had to make Tatsumi step in. He shouldn't have had to do that, but Mayoi was just so worthless, so helpless, that he couldn't do a thing.

After a moment (it could have been just a couple minutes, or half an hour, Mayoi couldn't tell), he hears footsteps approaching him. He looks up to see Tatsumi looking at him, brows furrowed in concern.

“...Mayoi-san. Are you okay?”

Mayoi doesn't know how to answer. He's already scum for making Tatsumi worry about him this much, he can't make it worse.

Tatsumi sits down on the bench next to Mayoi, placing his hands on top of Mayoi's.

“I didn't tell them anything, if that helps. I asked them to reconsider their behavior and refused to answer any of their questions about us.”

“...Thank you Tatsumi-san.”

The two sit in silence for a moment before Mayoi takes his hands away from Tatsumi’s, covering his face.

“I'm sorry! I was so useless! I'm sorry you have to be with someone so pathetic that you had to stand up for me! I can't do anythiiing!”

“Mayoi-san.” Tatsumi pulls Mayoi into a hug, rubbing his back. “You were overwhelmed, and those fans overstepped boundaries. You don't need to apologize.”

Mayoi doesn't deserve this comfort. He knows that. But the affection feels so nice. He leans into the touch.

“Would you like to go to the dorms? Those girls already made us late to the reservation, so I could call Aira and tell them to go straight home with Hiiro.”

“...Are you sure?”

Tatsumi lets go of the hug and stands up. He gently helps Mayoi stand up.

“I am. Let's go home.”