#but the fact that this guys branches and leaves go straight up . like the branches fan out but then grow vertically

[notahorseindisguise]

whats this guys deal

[pendarling]

Fantasy Hospital

Getting hurt because of something so stupid, like a twisted ankle, couldn't have been more humiliating for Hero. Villain eyed them through the branches of the tree from a distance; the light of the sun reflecting onto the windows made it harder for them to see anything.

Worse of all, the damned Hero kept getting visitors they didn't know, "Who's that?" They mumbled annoyingly as they squinted through the window. A taller figure with a bouquet of flowers strode in; they looked comfortable with Hero. Maybe too comfortable for their own liking. Not as if Villain could've cared of course, but they better not be doing anything funny on their watch. They'd make sure of it.

Villain fixed their hair and readjusted the simple buttoned-down shirt they threw on that morning with the full intention of finally giving Hero that visitation they were expecting; even if they didn't ask for it, they'd have to deal with it now.

The hospital room was almost as crowded as they expected. Was it really too much to ask for a little bit more privacy around here?

Villain walked to the front desk, fully confident in their intentions, and they stared at the woman on the other side until she finished speaking on the phone. "Good morning; how can I help you?" She smiled; they had to stop themselves from rolling their eyes at the cheery attitude.

Villain masked their expression with an equally inviting smile. "Uhh... I'm here for Civilian." They mentioned Hero's civilian name in place; how they acquired it was a story on its own. The nurse at the front desk pointed Villain to the directions of the room; the visiting hours today were limited because of the sudden influx of people coming in and not enough staff to support the patients.

Villain's footsteps were slow and heavy; a nervousness they hadn't anticipated had crawled up their spine. Should they have brought a gift? Should they have stayed home?

All that meant nothing now as they stood in front of Hero's door and knocked tentatively.

Hero's ears perked up at the noise as they sat up straight from their bed. "Yes? Come in."  

This was it, Villain opened the door and there sat Hero in their lovely soft attire and half-covered in the white bedsheets. They didn't look as surprised as they feared; in fact, they had a look of relief; it made their heart pound harder in their chest.

Villain closed the door and threw on a smirk. "So, you went off and got yourself hospitalized for a stupid sprain?"

Hero tapped the spot beside them, a chair next to the bed. "Sit here; it's not just a sprained ankle. I don't know where you got that from when I'm wearing a cast." Villain walked beside them and hesitantly took the spot. Hero gave them a thick black marker, "You want to write something?" Villain swallowed, their nervousness kicking in again as their hand smoothly went to touch the clean cast. Not a single name was written on it yet; it made Villain wonder if Hero was just sitting here and waiting for them to do it first. They shouldn't feel so honoured, and yet they did. They pushed the blanket to one side and wrote as gently as possible, fearing that even the push of the marker could make Hero wince in pain. They were very good at hiding their own suffering, and Villain knew it best.

Villain

"You wrote just your name? Aren't you going to leave a message?" Hero chuckled.

"Well, what did you want me to say? 'get well soon'? You look fine to me right now." They crossed their arms together and tossed the marker back.

"You don't have to be so mean about it, Villain."

"And who was that guy anyway?" They stuttered, "Not-- not that I cared, but I happened to notice..." Villain eyed the flowers that were in the vase beside the bed.

Hero cluelessly looked at them, their eyes growing soft as they acknowledged the growing jealousy. "Just a friend. Did you see them walk out of here?" Hero's hand landed instinctively on their shoulder and stayed there.

"A friend, you looked--" They wouldn't mention how they saw Hero act so close to the 'friend', would they? "Nothing. Nevermind." They shrugged Hero off of them, still too scared to look into their eyes for fear that Hero would see the way their face had turned red. Even when they tried to avoid their gaze, still, Villain had inadvertently turned to look at them, so close and neatly in position, just enough to close in on the spot.

It hadn't been intentional; none of this was, visiting Hero and making small talk and definitely not grasping at their chin to push it close enough to meet their lips in the centre.

"Fuck no!" Villain startled themselves out of their own daydream; still sitting outside the hospital, they had created an entirely different scenario. They had absolutely zero intentions of walking in there to do any of that. They'll just leave something outside their door, a single rose. It doesn't mean anything at all. They won't even mention their own name.

Villain finally got up from their spot, completely focused, avoiding the recreation of their mind. The fantasy tormented them-- if they could call it that-- because it wasn't a fantasy at all. It had been a nightmare. The woman at the front desk pointed them down the hall, up the stairs and the third door to the left, right where they knew Hero was located after all their... close surveillance from earlier.

They stalked up the steps and to the door; it was closed, perfect. The first part of their plan was going well. Until, of course, the door opened.

"Villain?" Hero shuffled in their spot with hair tossed to one side and their eyes wide.

They froze in their spot. This wasn't going as planned at all. They had to play it off; they couldn't just leave it as it was now. Villain looked down at Hero's foot, still wrapped in that same cast as they leaned on their crutches, "You're--" they choked on their words when Hero saw their hands holding the small rose.

"Did you bring this for me?" They smiled. Villain blushed feverishly; whatever else they had to say now had gone out the door. They shoved the stupid flower into their hands and, without a second thought, grabbed their face and pulled them in for a kiss.

They couldn't help themselves; it was all teeth and much too rough for their own liking. They tasted blood and savoured it--

Villain snapped out of their daydream again.

This was getting to become repetitive. Why did all these scenarios end with a kiss? That wasn't their objective at all. This was simply a quick check-in from Villain, nothing more.

They needed a way to avoid Hero at all costs while at the same time still proving that they can and will see Hero whenever they want. They weren't terrified of them at all, but the risk of other scenarios playing out was far too high.

Which is why they'll go at night. No one to ask Villain stupid questions pertaining to their visitation and certainly nothing to indicate they had any interest in entertaining Hero.

So, they sat there, on the roof of the building beside the hospital, until the light of day settled into the dark and left Villain in their most natural of states, the shadows. They worked up the energy to get off their spot and jump onto the ledge of the windowsill to Hero's room; looking in from outside, they could tell Hero was fast asleep already. They hadn't moved in an hour.

With quiet hands, Villain pulled the window up and slipped inside; they'd leave a letter right by Hero's desk without any attachments. Just a simple few phrases to let Hero know their eyes were on them.

As they set the note down beside their bed, they turned their head to look at Hero and found their feet walking closer to their bed. Still, encapsulated by their presence, Villain just couldn't stay away for too long. All they wanted to do was see if Hero was really sleeping, that's all.

They heard Hero shift in their sleep. Which, of course, wasn't sleeping at all as soon as they came face-to-face.

"Villain?" They uttered. "I didn't think you'd come." Hero sounded so at ease. It made Villain feel bad for waiting an entire day for this.

They stared back; their eyes glowed in the dark as their figure loomed ominously above them. They were so small and tucked in so well that it made their heartache. Villain pushed away the covers of the blanket from them as they touched their cheek with one hand. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"NO!"

Villain slapped their cheeks with their hands, leaving a scarlet mark where they had blushed. This was getting out of hand; they had absolutely no control over their own thoughts all because of Hero. Were they a bomb or something? How can Hero be so threatening?

The sun was setting. They'd been sitting here wasting their time all day thinking of going to Hero and never actually doing it. If they waited another day, Hero might be out by then and what next? They'd know Villain didn't care enough to see them at all. Which wasn't true. They would do it now, no matter what it was.

Villain got up. Really got up; this wasn't going to be another one of the delusions. They marched straight into the hospital, walking past the front desk with a woman speaking on the phone.

"Excuse me--" She called.

"Down the hall, up the stairs, third door to the left I know." Villain exasperatedly replied. With their fists clenched, they found it, Hero's door. Without bothering to knock, Villain let themselves in. "Getting yourself hurt again?"

Hero looked up at them from their phone, and a smirk marked their face. "Look who came."

"And I didn't bring you any dumb gifts so don't think this means a thing to me." They shut the door and opened the drawer beside Hero's bed.

"What are you looking for?"

They found the marker and quickly shoved the blanket to the side to scribble their name onto the cast.

Villain

"I was planning on keeping that clean--"

"Well, that's too bad." They tossed the marker onto their lap and turned around; they wouldn't stay longer than they needed to.

Hero's hand tugged on their wrist, "Wait. You just got here."

Villain snapped their hand back, "So?"

"So aren't you going to keep me company for longer?"

Not so fast. Villain knew exactly where this would go, and still, they pulled a chair and sat down. "I'm not here to babysit just so you know."

"I know."

And so they stayed there. Hero sat on their bed, and Villain talked about nothing for the next hour.

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[dinogoofymutated]

Enemies to lovers! Quicksilver/GN!Reader

So no one requested this but I can't get it out of my head so it's going here!! I absolutely love quicksilver in the comics and the animated shows but most of his content is from the movies. I'm not complaining! But I wanted to branch that out a bit lol. I guess you can imagine almost any Pietro, but I was picturing his personality from Wolverine and the X-men. Haven't seen it in a while so forgive me if this is OOC.

This is set pre-dead professor. I might have also gotten a little carried away with this one, lol, and there will be a part 2! Fights and stuff are kept super vague for my mental health sorry if it's shitty.

-ps- someone let me know if Pietro's super speed counts for swimming too??

TWS: Tlasophobia (possibly?) Almost drowning. Dehydration, wounds.

You weren't sure if you considered Quicksilver an enemy, a rival, or an arch-nemesis, but the one thing you did know was that Pietro Maximoff was the most annoying motherfucker on the planet. Seriously! As part of the X-men, he seemed to always be in your way in every major fight.

What didn't help was that you were a speedster in your own right- well, not on land that is. The same gene that blessed others with powers beyond comprehension turned you into... a fish? Sure, you were fine on land, able to blend in with regular humans, but the moment you hit the water you were completely different. Gills, fins, the works. And you were fast. Really fucking fast.

Now when you first met Pietro while on a mission, he was being a snarky bastard. Can't catch me this, too slow that, ha! The guy may be able to run on water, but he's clumsy when he's in it. You're sure you have his face memorized from the time you caught up with him beneath the waves, tugging on his ankle and pulling him into the sea. His eyes practically bulged out of his head when realized what had happened. Of course, you're sure his face was even funnier when he watched you speed off into the depths, having neutralized him for the moment.

Every fight after that turned into a contest. Who can beat who where, Who stranded the other first, easily taking them out of the battle quickly and efficiently. Things like that. The professor had to remind you sometimes that the goal is to protect others, protect humanity, not quarrel with Quicksilver. You knew that, of course. You're thankful for the professor and what he's trying to do- but every time you saw Pietro's stupid arrogant smile you just got so- aggravated!

That being said, just because he aggravated you, didn't mean you wanted him dead. In fact, fate would keep pulling the two of you together in the least expected ways.

First, it was you, saving him from a sinking ship. He had slipped and managed to knock himself out during the fight, you having found him while trying to ensure everyone was off the boat. You were conflicted at first, knowing he was your enemy but not wanting to leave him to drown. In the end, you had grabbed him. The problem was that he wasn't breathing when you made it to the shore.

Some aggressive CPR and a few broken ribs later, he was coughing up water from his lungs. You, surprisingly, were at his side, holding him steady. Pietro was confused at first, letting you help him sit up as he coughed his lungs out, but his expression completely changes when he looks up and realises who's been holding him up. He makes an incredulous face at first, then rising to his feet in a split second, although not without swaying. He eyed you suspiciously as you stood to face him.

"You shouldn't be moving so fast straight away. I'm sure I broke a few ribs trying to get you back." You said. He sets a hand on his side wincing as he Most likely prods at a few bruises.

"Why did you...?" He can't seem to finish the scentace, and you simply shrug. You couldn't leave him there. As annoying as he was, you wouldn't wish a death by drowning on anyone. You're pretty sure you'd have saved him in any other circumstances as well, but you choose not to think about that right now. His face of confusion morphs into slight seriousness, and when he looks back to the ocean to see the Brotherhood is long gone he stands for a moment. You can almost see the gears whirring in his head, and reach out to take his arm.

"Look, I get that you recover fast and all, but you should really take it easy-" Before you finish your scentace, you've been shoved back into the sand dune. Pietro is standing further away from you than before, arms crossed as the sand settles from his quick movement. You stare at him in shock.

"Your loss." He says, sticking his tongue out before speeding off and across the water, kicking up sand in your face as he does so. UGH! Even when you go out of your way to be nice, He's a dick!

Despite him being a straight up asshole the last time you saw him, it's safe to say something between you has changed. You couldn't quite place it, but you could see it in the way you would fight. What would have been brutal punches shifted to major inconveniences, like handcuffing you to a railing and things like that. Incapacitating you without dragging you further into the fight. In fact, he hadn't even snatched you up to run and drop you off hours away from the fight for a while. Beforehand, he loved to strand you somewhere land-locked, forcing you to wait until the X-men came to pick you up. Sometimes it would take days for them to get to you, so you were almost always on guard, staying close to or in the water so he couldn't catch you.

You had gotten used to the new Quicksilver, and what used to be a rock-solid defence and begun to crumble. That was your mistake. The next time you saw Pietro, there most definitely a shift in the air. This fight was going to be brutal, but you and the team had prepared for it. You thought you had anyway. But with your friends getting injured, the fight dragging on, taking a turn for the worse, you were genuinely beginning to fear for everyone's lives.

It wasn't long after that relvation that your head was spinning, and you were being plopped down on a gritty, sandy surface.

"Sorry babe, you'll thank me later!" You clench your jaw at the sound of his voice, catching the sight of sandy dunes as you tried to turn around to rip into the man.

"Pietro!-" Your venomous words were cut off as a blur of silver rushes off, kicking up a gust of wind and leaving you stranded. Worse than stranded, you would say. Pietro had left you in a desert. A bright, dry, hot ass desert. And it was not going well for you.

Not only did you have no clue where you were going, but you were beginning to realize that you were in a really bad position. It was like every drop of moisture was being sucked out of your body. Your mouth felt dry and cottony, exhaustion setting in a little too easily. You were dizzy, dehydrated, and hopelessly lost. The sun had no mercy for you. Eventually, you have to lie down, doing your best to stay awake and not fall asleep, worrying about the worst, but eventually your drooping eyes win over your will to remain awake.

The sun is starting to set when you wake up, throat dry as a bone, both sickly and exhausted. You can hear the sound of something approaching, and do your best to sit up on your knees, doubling over for a moment before forcing your body to move. A pair of legs step right in front of you as you do.

"Wow, You look terrible." Quicksilver says, and if you didn't know any better, you would almost say he looks concerned. You don't have the energy to roll your eyes or speak to him at the moment, stars flickering in your eyes as you start to sway. You start to teeter, before you're snatched off the desert sand, Pietro having caught you and scooped you up into his arms.

"Worse than terrible, actually." He mumbles this time. His concern is clear now, face close enough to your own for you to properly see him. You scoff, or at least attempt to.

"You... left an aquatic mutant... in the middle of the desert. What were you expecting?" You say, having to pace yourself. You're fully leaning your head against his shoulder now, not having the energy to keep your head up anymore. You can feel him suck in a breath and tense up as you begin to go limp against him. His hold tightens up on you before he takes off running.

You've always been accustomed to extreme speeds, at least mostly, but the combination of how ill you feel and his sudden stop makes you want to puke. You can't bear to open your eyes at the moment, choosing instead to bury your face in Quicksilver's shoulder. You're sure he's taken you to some random place to leave you to die, but he sets you down on something soft and cushioned.

"...Where-?"

"You're in the mansion." He says quickly, cutting you off. You stare at him in disbelief as he stands back up, and you realise he's taken you to the medbay. You and Pietro make eyecontact for a moment, both wondering what to say. Eventually, you watch as pietro moves across the room to purposely set off the alarm, which you know for a fact he knew how to avoid. He turns back to you, winking as he readies himself to speed off again.

"See you soon, slowpoke." He says. You make a face at him and he laughs. In a blink, he's gone, just as the doors bust open, Beast running in frantically, with the professor rolling close behind him.

You cant quite figure out this man. Normally, he'd just leave you to fend for yourself. He's never come back to get you before. Why would he do it then? At first you were sure he put you out in the desert as a deliberate attempt to leave you for dead, but now? He seemed genuinely concerned for you, and you're not sure how to feel about that.

In the end, only Pietro knew why he came back. Or did he? Maybe he was just as confused and conflicted as you were.

[aayakashii]

❤️17 fluffy towa please!!

i LOVEE your fics so muchh keep up the good work!! :D

17❤️ An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

21❤️ wildcard

This is very short but I hope you guys like it! It's not proof read, so forgive any grammar mistakes ;w;

You braced yourself as you approached the pathway that led straight to your dorm, holding the straps of your backpack tightly. You breathed deeply and steeled your resolve, gathering all the courage you had in you.

That night, you were going to put an end to that. That night, you wouldn’t get spooked. That night, in fact, you planned to act on your revenge plan once and for all.

You would NOT let Towa jump at you from the tree branches and startle you out of your skin like he had been doing for the past week.

It started innocent, it truly did. The first time he just wanted to show you the tree he loved so much – the one with dimming colored lights.

But apparently, your reaction was so interesting, that Towa simply couldn't have enough of it and what was supposed to be one silly little prank, soon became almost a daily routine.

“Boo!” Towa dropped from the tree, legs firmly holding him on the branch as his upper body was upside down and dangling in front of you.

“WAAH!” you jumped in place, almost colliding with his face.

“Hehehe! Dandelion, your reactions are so cute. I love them!” he said, blushing furiously as all the blood from his body went straight to his head while he dangled in front of you like a Christmas tree ornament.

You tried very hard to look him in his eyes instead of the exposed skin of his tummy. He had a mole right next to his belly button and it took all your self-control not to touch it nor pinch that apparently soft skin.

You put a hand over your racing heart and sighed, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Towa! This is the fourth time in, like, seven days! You're gonna give me a heart attack!”

He quickly sat upright on the branch again and leapt down, walking leisurely towards you as if he didn't just show insane core strength and aerobic prowess.

“I can't help it, you're so cute. I like seeing you surprised.”

You pursed your lips in a thin line. There it was. His flirting. You still weren't used to it after all that time.

“Well it's not that fun for me, you know… I get scared.”

Towa pouted, giving you his killer puppy eyes.

“Awww… but I like it.” He shrugged, completely ignoring your complaints, and grabbed your hand. “Now let's go see the tree!”

It was basically a new routine you'd have to be prepared for at that point: Towa would spook you, grab your hand and pull you towards the tree. Then you two would hug it and lay down to watch the stars until he'd begin to fluster you whenever he hovered a little bit too close for comfort from your lips. And your poor heart would beat faster and faster once again.

You just had to give your frazzled nerves a break.

So, you had planned to knock him off his feet and surprise him just as much.

The problem was, you didn't know when he would show up.

Two days had passed since your last spook and you've been bracing yourself ever since. The anticipation was causing you so much anxiety that you feared this would be his biggest fright yet, since you had been on edge all along.

You walked slowly, giving yourself a pep talk in your mind about how he'd be just as surprised (and probably delighted) with your idea as you were spooked every single time he dropped from one of those trees. You also hoped that would give him time to arrive and act on his little prank.

As you kept on walking, you heard leaves shuffling on the tree a few steps in front of you. It was either him or some of the many cats that lived on campus. You crossed your fingers and moved forward, hoping it was him, so you'd be done with your anxiety.

And sure enough, after you took a few steps, a familiar mop of lavender hair dropped down in front of you.

“Boooo!!!”

“GAAAH!!” you yelled, your voice going up pitches you've never reached before.

“Hahaha!! Dandelion! You yelled so loud today! That was so cute!” Towa reached out his arms towards you and placed them on your shoulders as he giggled uncontrollably, closing his eyes and scrunching his nose, finding your distress absolutely hilarious.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart down as much as you could, as you stared straight into his eyes.

At your silence, Towa stopped giggling and opened his eyes. He tilted his head once he saw how serious you looked while you quietly observed him.

“Hm? What's wrong, Dandelion? Did you get too scared?”

You exhaled slowly through your mouth and stepped closer, awkwardly placing your hands on his cheeks. He just tilted his head again, to the other side that time, clearly curious about your weird actions.

“What are you doing, Dandelion? Are you still sc–”

You interrupted his question by hastily crashing your lips on his – his upside-down position making for the weirdest kiss you have ever given in your life. You didn't know what to do nor where to move, so you just held his face tenderly and placed your lips against his as comfortably as you could.

Once you broke the kiss, you breathed deeply once again, heart still racing but mildly satisfied to see his mouth agape and eyes wide open.

“N-now I've surprised you too.” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting.

Towa blinked at your words and, in half a second, he had gotten down the tree and stood straight in front of you.

His cheeks were still flushed while a small smile began tugging at the corner of his lips. His hands rested comfortably on your neck and he leaned forward, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“Can you do that again, Dandelion?” he whispered, voice full of glee.

You gulped before nodding and placing a small peck on his red lips.

Towa licked his lips, eyes closed as if he was savoring the taste of your mouth on his, and you felt a shiver run down your spine while you observed his actions.

He opened his eyes, iris barely visible around his dilated pupils.

“Again.” he whispered, and you complied, lips resting a little longer on his.

“Again.” and you ran your hands through his hair, bringing him closer.

“Again.” he said, diving back into a kiss before you could even register he had whispered that word once more.

“Again. Again… Again, again, again” he kept on whispering, placing a kiss on your lips for every word he repeated.

You turned into a flustered mess in his hands and your heart drummed loudly while he held you tightly and flush against his body, suffocating you with his kisses.

But, this time, you definitely weren't complaining.

[writtenbyyunjin]

PAIRING : huh yunjin x reader (wlw)

GENRE : fluff, gl

WARNINGS : none :3

ADVICE : listen to “the night we met” while reading for a better experience ;)

E N J O Y ! ! : )

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it was a late summer night, and as always, you were walking down the desert streets, the weather was perfect : not that hot but yet not that cold. you were making your way to the park while you have your headphones on, listening to “the night we met” by lord huron. as you enter the park, you see a sudden silhouette of someone being sat on a bench, alone. usually, nobody was around the park at this time at night, but you said nothing. you really wanted to see who is it, but what if it was a bad guy? you take off one of your headphone from your ear as you silently approach the bench by behind, and you suddenly feel the wind blowing your hair away, and to your greatest surprise, you see this stranger's hair flying in the air, so you come to the conclusion that this is a girl.

when you take a step, a tiny branch breaks when you step on it and you automatically stop breathing as you see the woman turn around. only the street lamp illuminates her body, and you think that she is immediately magnificent : she has dark hair and almond-shaped eyes, she is wearing a long white skirt with a top and a jacket. she stares at you and you immediately feel nervous. a long silence settles between you two but finally, she finally breaks it by saying something…

“the night’s really calm, don’t you think?” she asks in a sweet tone

but you say nothing, completely speechless by the fact that she speaks to you like nothing while the both of you are just strangers to each other. but as you see her tap the free place next to her on the bench, you finally move and sit next to her. you suddenly speak after a while.

“the night’s really… relaxing” you says with a smile

she continues to look at the silence of the empty park and you can’t help but look discreetly at her and you think that she is really pretty.

after few minutes, there was a silence between you two, but it was not the embarrassing one but the relaxing one : the wind was blowing a little and the atmosphere seems really cozy. as you think about it, she finally notice that you have one of your headphone on and she asks.

“you listen to music? i love music a lot” she says

“yes, i love music a lot” you answer with a smile

after few seconds, you two laugh in unison, but as you hear her laugh, you can’t help but feel a strange feeling in your stomach, but it was a pleasant one. you two continue to cherish the moment before she finally speaks again.

“what’s your name?” she asks

“my… my name’s y/n” you hesitate but then say with a smile

she smiles back at you and finally answer to you with still that smile of her as she looks straight at your face, what makes you a bit anxious.

“my name’s yunjin, but everyone calls me jennifer” she says with this calm tone of her

you can’t help but smile from ear to ear to her answer, her name was as pretty as her face, and you already like her. after few minutes, she finally get up from the bench and look at you as she says.

“i unfortunately have to go, it starts to be pretty late, maybe we could see each other again by chance? you looks very nice without lying” she says

“of course, it was great to meet you.. yunjin” you says with a little smile.

she smiles at your answer and then proceeds to land her phone from her pocket as she asks a bit shyly.

“maybe we could get to know each other more by texting each other, don’t you think?” she says with a nervous laugh

you just smile softly at her as you write your phone number on her phone and as you land it back to her. yunjin puts it instantly back in her pocket and make her way to left before she says as she turns around to look at you for the last time.

“it was great to meet you, y/n”

she says with a smile before she leaves the park and suddenly the wind blows.

something says to you that it is not the last time you’ll see her here…

[iciatheguardess]

Hiiii it’s meeee elsie

conflicted Elsie

Look, you know as well as I do that I love TAOCC to freaking death

but like

I may have to partially step away from it after the current arcs are over.

these goofy goobers took over my life for the last three-ish months, and while I’ve had an amazing time, it’s…caused me to neglect other parts of my life, and restrict myself more than I should when it comes to how I am on this site. I’ve stated my intention to try and branch out multiple times but I never go through with it because I just…I have things to write here! I can’t! And yeah it’s fun but sometimes I get hurt even if people don’t mean to, like, I’ve gotten legitimately ill from this once or twice.

But I feel like even trying to step away a bit is somehow abandoning all of you or betraying your trusts. I want to stay friends with you guys, but my actual life and Irlsie has to come first most of the time, because I am not JUST Elsie, if that makes any sense. Elsewhere is and was always meant to be a sona for some interaction, maybe some friendos, but nothing this…involved, because I can’t put all of my social effort onto the internet because no matter what I do, the internet is not a completely genuine place, and I’ve accepted that. There are some parts of my personality I just don’t use. You don’t really ever see calm Elsie or mental illness Elsie or sappy Elsie, maybe once or twice, and that’s intentional. This is Writing Elsie’s blog, lol, but there’s other Elsie that needs to be allowed to exist outside of the internet, and I can’t neglect her or my actual life for the sake of this.

I honestly don’t know what to do here. I love these characters on a very personal level, and have poured my heart into them, and I don’t want to straight up leave them. Even only partially separating myself seems kinda pointless because I know what happens when someone gets really behind on the lore and has to be caught up on even just a day’s events to explain why Character A looks like this now or Character B is referencing this event, etc. etc.

But there’s a point where it’s not healthy anymore. Where things reach a place where I have to admit that this can’t be my entire life anymore. And I’m not entirely sure what on earth I should do about it…

If I do somewhat step back, it’ll probably be right after the vacation arc ends. i’m gonna pour my fluff loving heart and soul into that thing, don’t you worry. But you shouldn’t expect another dungeon or something like that from me unless I have a VERY good reason and a well formulated plan. Yes, I’ll probably still engage in shippery and fluff, as well as analysis, but mostly within the bounds of characters and dynamics we’ve already established, and not much farther than that. My one exception to the “after the vacation arc” rule would probably be Yelena’s arc, because of how long things in that section tend to take, for various reasons. Yelena’s arc is barely started, and stuff takes possibly days to move even a few hours in-universe. Sooooo….yeah, I wanna finish that, I’ve put too much work into it already to just stop it.

…dang this was only supposed to be a paragraph…

…pls halp, I have no idea what to do lol.

Ok. I've read over this a couple times.

First off, I'm talking to you as L here, and not Star. I am very, very proud of you for acknowledging this and understanding that this is getting unhealthy. I think it's very smart that you dont want to neglect your yourself irl and the fact you're saying this, and saying exactly what you'll be doing, I'm really proud of it.

To give you a clear answer, if it's going to help you irl then I think stepping back is smart. Especially from the trauma and angst, because that stuff hurts a LOT and it can be really, really detrimental and negatively affect irl things. What I DONT think is that it's betraying anyone. You need to be able to put yourself and your needs first in order to be your best self, and everyone understands that you can't be on tumblr 24/7 because, well, that's really really really really unhealthy and not good. I'm really glad you're telling me about this though so I, and everyone else who sees this, knows.

TAOCC is really great but there's a LOT of heavy things on here and with everything going on, it can be super weighing and really affect people irl. I can speak from experience because honestly, I'm in a similar situation. I won't speak much about that though. It's definitely addictive and can get really really unhealthy if you let it, and honestly it's not hard to let it.

I want you to do whatever you feel is best for you, no matter what that entails. Fei and Tails and Xeya and Kumo and so many others and I love you so much and do NOT want you neglecting yourself and your life irl for this- it's meant to be entertainment, not a lifestyle.

I think it's smart to finish Yelena's Arc before partially stepping back. And I think it's even smarter to not want to do another dungeon, because that whole thing was a massive angst-fest and I think it negatively affected people more than they care to admit. Shippery and fluff and minor things is a good boundary.

I'll wrap this up now, but again, I'm in full support of this decision because I want you to be at your best. You're right, you're not just Elsie. And it's not fair for you to only be Elsie when you're so much more than that. If stepping away from tumblr will help you take care of the other parts of your life that we aren't involved in or aware of, then please do so because no part of you and your life should be sacrificed for the sake of entertainment.

Again, I'm really, really proud of you for admitting this.

Please know we'll always support you and you're super important to all of us, so don't ever feel bad for putting your needs first. Irl things should always come first.

But no matter what always remember:

WE LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH AND YOURE SUPER IMPORTANT AND WE WANT THE BEST FOR YOUUU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Everything I said is applicable for everyone else reading this too. Taocc is fantastic and we love it but it shouldn't completely take over your life. It's okay to take a break or step back fully if it means the best for your health and irl life. Please remember to take care of yourselves- and everything that Elsie talked about here is FANTASTIC self care. It may be hard, but it's also the best decision she can make for herself and may be the best decision for others too.

Alright- I think I covered everything. Don't ever feel like you're betraying us Elsie- it's not betrayal, it's self care. We'll still be here for you, always. Never forget that ❤️❤️❤️

[blimbo-buddy]

The idea of a bug killing a bird the same way they slay a bat.

The idea of one of these bugs (I'm gonna use my snowberry clearwing moth character as an example) outmaneuvering them into an accidental trap and killing them. Accidental being that Snowbelly ran straight into burrow or fall log and something above just crushes the bird. Possible a large branch.

Snowbelly crawls out of their hiding place when they hear muttering and looks under them. The pooling red liquid. The unmoving body and the still feathers.

The bird is dead. and they killed it.

Bugs crawling out of their hiding places, witnessing what happened. They began crowding Snowbelly, this lad is in so much shock they're dragged away to news began to be spread.

"Hail the birdslayer! Terror of the skies vanquished by brave moth!"

brings good and bad attention. This was an accident. Snowbelly didn't mean for the bird to die. They didn't want die themselves. They tried to explain it but no matter how they try to bring their explanation. It wasn't heard.

He's a hero.

Snowbelly doesn't want to be a hero. They want to go home and drink nectar in their bush.

What were they given as the token of a gift for their great deed?

The same bloodied feather in their stained claws.

(I realized too late I misspelled Snowberry's species as Snowbelly so this guy's name is just Snowbelly because I can't take it back now and I actually like this name because their belly does look like it's coated with soft snow lol)

I also wanna note the feather is clean. Snowbelly is clean of blood. There is no blood actually on them but they only see that red liquid staining their legs. The splash of blood on their face when the bird was crushed. The bird no longer making a sound..

The blood on them is meant to be what Snowbelly sees themselves as. Just a cold-blooded murderer.

Soo... what'd ya think? :D

Okay first off:

I fucking dig the idea of a "heroic" birdslaying bug feeling immense guilt over taking a life

Yes, the life tried to kill them, but was it worth shedding innocent blood over? They try to pin the blame on the stupid animal; why couldn't that dumb bird just given up the chase?!

But then guilt comes back up; No, they shouldn't blame the animal for acting on their instincts, they were so hungry. What if the bird had babies, god, they're just awful! They should have let themselves die!

This idea does actually inspire me with some rough ideas for Butterfly and Moth culture (If what you also would like to go for is an identity crisis for the character: Are they a moth? A butterfly? Who do they belong to, what culture is theirs?!)

Butterflies value a bird's life, seeing intense beauty in the avians. Even the most bland looking bird holds extreme worth to a butterfly

Butterfly culture greatly shuns the killing of any bird if it is to happen

If a dead bird is found, many butterflies will flock to the corpse to mourn it. Chasing off any fly nomads while doing this (Until they leave the body for nature)

Moth culture on the other hand despises a moth killing another creature

Moth society consists of pacifists

This very much causes lots of holes in the law to be exploited, "But it was in self defense!" "It was an accident!"

They believe that the light of the moon goes back to the sun, to which the sun exposes the moonlight sin to the daylight world, drawing in more enemies for vengeance

So depending on if this character has an identity crisis, as far as they're concerned: They're now shunned from both of their presumed cultures. Butterflies for killing a bird and Moths for killing at all. They are socially outcasted now. No sense of purpose. The other bugs will see them as a hero, but those two? They see them as a blood-stained monster

Just the fact that Snowbelly views their newfound status as a birdslayer as a burden and curse is so cool, I love it when characters try so hard to avoid the curse of fame, but by running away from it, they fail to notice that they've actually been running towards it. [Insert that one quote from Kung Fu Panda about how running from one's destiny leads them to confront it]

And the feather gift? Wooh boy, Snowbelly trying their hardest to get rid of it, throwing it in the water, burying it, anything. It keeps coming back to them somehow. Is the feather mocking them? Is this some sick joke? God I can't get over Snowbelly's character, their spiral downwards from the fame and infamy is amazing. Bravo Kit, bra-fucking-vo

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Hehehe - bet you didn’t have ‘being sold into prostitution’ on your 2024 personal bingo card, did ya boy? No. Before I sent Krystal over to that guy’s house, he was still on the phone to me and while he was paying for her he mentioned he’d got a faggot he wanted to offload. Rather than him paying the full £1500 for Krystal, he offered to give you to me as part payment so he actually only ended up paying £250 to spend four hours fucking her in front of you. And I understand she was your wife, that right? Hahaha - that is hilarious. What a dumb faggot. 

Well, I hope the taste of her pussy juice is still in your mouth, boy, because it’s the last time you’ll ever taste it. Just out of curiosity - how old are you, exactly? …Only 21? And you were already married? Wow. You look younger than 21. Shave that stubble off and you’d look MUCH younger. I bet you could pass for 18 no problem at all. Hmmm. In fact, I think that’s what I’m gonna brand you as. A newly out, young slim faggot twink just DAYS past his 18th birthday and looking for dirty old men to use and abuse him. Your previous Owner there tells me you do it all, boy. Piss drinking, fart worship, cum eating, the lot. Apparently you can take a good belting as well. And, as a little caveat… wait, how old’s your father? …55? Perfect. I’ll say your holes are exclusively to be used by men over 55. And the fatter, meaner and hairier, the better. I’ve been wanting to branch out into peddling faggot tail for ages, and fags fucking love being smacked around in my experience. Well, maybe they don’t love it, but they certainly deserve it. 

Now - see that hair removal cream on the table there, boy? Fucking cover yourself in it. Everywhere from the nose down, faggot. I want you entirely hairless. I’ve got plenty more if you use up that tub. Don’t skimp on it, boy. Armpits, pubes and ball hair, arse crack, the works. I want you smooth. Good lad. 

That you all covered? Good. You need to leave it on for a bit, so while you’re waiting you can suck my dick. I should probably sample the merchandise, anyway. I certainly did with your wife. And she had a baggy hole, you know. Must have been from all the Real Men’s dicks she was taking behind your back. 

Speaking of which, look at that fat cock, boy. You’re gonna eat it like it’s your last meal. Slurp and slobber all over it, pig. Need it. Go on, boy, get it in your fucking mouth. Eat it. That’s the stuff, you slut. All the way down. 

Yeah, fat hairy blokes your dad’s age are gonna pay top dollar for your barely legal cunt, boy. I’ll make sure of it. Looking forward to pimping your holes out to whoever I want for as much money as I want. Because that’s the other thing, boy. You’re a prostitute in name only - the reality is, you ain’t gonna see a penny. It’s all done by bank transfer, and the account’s in my name. Basically, you’re gonna spend the foreseeable future getting raped bareback by blokes older than your dad - maybe even old enough to be your granddad, boy, imagine that - for free, as far as you’re concerned.

Oh, and one more thing - if you think that cock cage is coming off just because you’ve been sold to a new Owner, boy, you’re very much mistaken. Bill handed me the key to that thing - and I laughed and snapped it in half. He laughed, and all. Then he watched me drop both halves down the nearest drain. You’re nothing but a pair of holes, boy. A proper public cum dump. Now hold still. My hand’s on the back of your head because I don’t want you thinking you can pull off of my cock before I want you to. My cream’s going straight down the back of your slut boy throat. Then you can wash off that hair removal stuff before I start selling you to hairy fat old men to get good and fucked. And believe me, faggot, there’ll be a queue. Here it comes, pig. Make sure you swallow the fucking lot. 

[reilleclan-blog]

American Psycho review

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Alrighty*claps hands together* I watched this fucking movie. And I find it hilarious hilarious ppl really took what was in that movie and was like "yeah I'm him" genuinely wanting to be that guy. Shows a lot about our society today the "privilege" ppl like him get to have to even remotely even BE PATRICK BATEMAN. Uh I'm ngl I feel bad for the actor who plays him cause I hear it can be mentally taxing for a "regular" person to play a literal killer.

But aside from that, the movie everytime that nigga Patrick was on screen, genuinely terrified me. Scared the living hell out of me. I'd say this movie could be a horror but um yeah. The fact he has these "identities" so much so that at the very end of the movie he's still just "dismissed" from the crimes he committed and that really made me think of "society"

How could this white rich straight man possibly be a killer he has everything. The fact Bateman BLATANTLY SAYS "YO I KILLED OVER 40 PPL" and the dude genuinely thought he was joking is insane to me. Again the ending just SCREAMS THE PRIVILEGE IN UR FACE. I kinda can't take the movie seriously but the fact men like that exist in real time is the most serious part of it all. (Also adding to the fact, ppl would often mistake who he was also showed how all of them(business bros) are so much the same, but they want to be seen as "different" I guess)

The fact the only person that (I guess) "genuinely" cared about Bateman was the white girl that was "so nice" and she "was the girl for him all along". The god damn receptionist. THE FACT HE FLAT OUT STOPPED HIMSELF FROM KILLING HER B/c who the fuck knows. I genuinely don't think it had anything to do with her being the receptionist maybe he just wanted to actually stop? But like who could tell. (Also she is technically I guess, the only person who finds how sick he is and is still alive. It was either branching off into "I can fix him" territory or she just looks at him differently) who can say.

And yeah, rip my girl Christie(funny u never know her actual name , I don't think) I knew she wasn't making it out alive but she had the right idea trying to leave.

(Sidenote: i genuinely couldn't tell the difference between the men and women on the screen they genuinely ALL looked alike. Aside from some features. So when they were talking about some bitch named Evelyn I was like "wasn't that the fiancé" but maybe he just found another girl that was named Evelyn lol. Or he wanted to kill his fiancé by proxy or something EDIT: actually the woman he killed was named Elizabeth)

Um the fact the men were just allowed to be actual dickheads and the women just smiled and waved. Like trophies hung up in a room , was very fitting. And also the idea of being this "perfect" person to fit in made me wonder why do alot of killers( and yes I know, narcissists, I just don't want to be like "all narcissists are killers") think they need to Be "perfect". With Bateman it made "sense" cause he's trying to "fit in" but all that effort he puts in didn't necessarily need to be done. I think he wanted to convince himself it mattered cause when u think about "societal norms" most of it is irrelevant. And or he could've been trying to fit in so hard b/c if he didn't he'd look like a neurodivergent ass nigga around a bunch of neurotypicals. And that couldn't go well especially when ur in "corporate". He walks around with headphones always on, he talks about his special interests(music) and he draws. Definitely sounds like he is on the spectrum.(lol I'm literally him, lookin ass)

Uh this movie made me physically sick and why they needed to add "American Psycho" again poking at America's culture(business culture and white ppl in general) AmeriKa , it's literally true (this movie could've also popularized the jerking off of serial killers as well. .. romanticizing a serial killer romanticizing mental illness. It's a lot and it's very sick) Sidenote Sidenote: Bateman had money he was rich back then shit was cheap as well so he could've easily bought services for help and kept it under wraps but he didn't want to, he wanted to kill those ppl b/c society told him it's ok to be a psychopath if ur rich white and a Man U CAN BE WHATEVRR U WANNA BE👍🏾😬

Edit edit: now that I think about it even more, I think he wanted to get caught so badly. B/c ig the most "interesting" thing this guy could ever say/do was that he killed ppl. He wanted to fit in so badly he never has a "real identity" nobody even knows who he was unless it was ppl that interacted with him daily(friends , receptionist) he was just another face. It's almost like he hated that about himself the most but he "couldn't figure it out"

The fact he's ALLOWED to have mental breakdowns, commit mass shootings, and then go back to his job the next day like nothing happened. It's just fucking classic. Do u know how many news reports there is of BLACK AUTISTIC PPL HAVING AN EPISODE AND THEY ARE JUST FLAT OUT KILLED? Way too many. There was one recently. Kid named Ryan Gainer 15 years old was killed.

It's incredibly cringe the way he's like "this is it for me"*swallows pills* and genuinely nobody gave a fuck lol. As in nobody cares cause he's a rich white dude, and "nobody cares" cause there's no empathy or sympathy when it comes to mental health. (Can tie in men's mental health but most of the shit they deal with is brought upon themselves)

This guy was a genuine nobody but also someone

Sick movie but ngl I did like analyzing it. Some parts of it made me genuinely cry b/c ppl like this have no morals. He's a person on the surface but on the inside he's sick and he's allowed to be. He's told he can be sick and it's acceptable.

(Side note side note side note: I'm not here to convince anyone of anything I'm simply sharing my thoughts and feelings. I'm not here to sugar coat or make u feel comfortable. If I made u uncomfortable at all then I did my job. If u want to stay a dumbass and be willfully ignorant I cannot stop u, but don't think u can comment or repost my shit and think I won't respond or just flat out block u. I have no energy for stupidity. I'm not privileged enough to be a fucking dumbass when all this shit is happening around me. Kindly leave my page and go on with ur life.)

[moon-alight]

Hi! Could you do bf Yuma reaction to reader getting bombarded with paparazzi?

Sorry that I'm writing this so late. I try my best to be somewhat active but I worked 10 hours yesterday so I'm spent but I'll do it anyways. I made it a bit different. Instead of paparazzi it's more like bullies.

Masterlist

Diamonds - &Team Yuma

Synopsis: Your relationship with Yuma is suddenly revealed to the public and you're bombarded with bullies in school. (This story takes place in South Korea by the way, just so you know)

Warnings: fluff, stalking, slight violence, swearing, name calling, use of the word 'slut', mentions of suicide, very mean words,

Word Count: 1421

Aimi means love, beauty. It's apparently a Japanese nickname. :)

1 year. That's how long it took for people to find out who you are. It's how long it took for your name to be trending on twitter and it's how long it took for people to bash you.

1 year ago, Yuma confessed his feelings to you. Of course, you were over the moon and quickly jumped into the relationship. You've supported him through everything and now you're here.

Your phone blew up the moment you woke up. Notifications from apps and texts from friends and family got you to realize what had happened yesterday.

~~~

It's your one year anniversary. Yuma had told you he would pick you up at 7 which he did. . . 7.30. Luckily you love him so you accept the fact that he was thirty minutes late.

"I'm so sorry, I wanted to leave sooner but they wouldn't let me. I had to finish dance practice first." He looks down when he tells you this. You smile and roll your eyes.

"It's good, I understand." You reply, nicely. Yuma stares at you in disbelief.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Just be mad at me." Yuma suddenly says. You look at him with a grin on your face.

"What?" You ask, trying not to laugh.

"Yell at me for being late. Make me feel bad about it."

"Yuma, I understand."

"Oh no, you called me Yuma. I must've done something really bad." There he is. Your always dramatic boyfriend. You chuckle and kiss his cheek. He smirks. "Come on, Aimi, let's get going." He takes your hand and drags you down the street.

"So, what exactly are we going to do?" You ask, curiously. All Yuma had said in his text yesterday was 'be cute, as always and I'll do the rest' but it's not enough for you. You desperately wanted to know.

"That's for me to know and for you to guess." Yuma replies, cheekily. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're not going to get anything out of him.

After walking for 10 minutes, you arrive at the Han River. The sun is already going down slowly which gives a beautiful view of the now red-orangy water.

"I know it's cheesy but I didn't know what else to do, so, uh. . . here we are." You stop next to a big tree. Yuma lets go of your hand and walks over. He presses a small button and suddenly the tree lights up.

Hundreds of fairy lights decorate the branches and stump of the tree. You're staring at the yellowish lights in pure amazement. Yuma puts down the picnic blanket and pulls you down carefully until you're sitting underneath the canopy of the tree.

"Oh this was worth waiting 30 minutes." You breathe out. Yuma laughs next to you and pushes a plate with strawberries towards you. "How did you do all of this?" Yuma looks down, hiding the slight blush of embarrassment. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

"The guys helped a little." Yuma admits. "Nicholas climbed the tree so we could hang the fairy lights in them and Fuma found the strawberries in a small shop downtown." You smile and take one of those beautiful red fruits. You take a bite and giggle.

"Delicious." Yuma smiles at you. "Thank you for all this."

"Thank you for putting up with me for a year straight." You both laugh at his comment. "I love you, Aimi."

"I love you too."

~~~

And apparently someone had spotted you two, recognized Yuma and taken pictures from the entire night. They were posted online when you were asleep and now you have to face the consequences.

The hardest part was leaving your house. Luckily your address wasn't spoiled yet, that would've been hell.

You walk through the city on your way to school. Your heart beats in your chest rapidly. Maybe none of your classmates have twitter or maybe they don't follow kpop/jpop news as much.

Unfortunately for you, they do. When you walk through the gates, you feel the stares from everyone. You keep your head low and try to block out everything but it's getting hard when you feel like you're drowning.

As long as they only stare. . . it's fine--

"Hey J-slut!" Oh fuck. "Desperately wants to get famous so she just fucks around idols. Pathetic!" You try to ignore them but the laughs of the group and more voices make your head spiral.

"I bet she's done it with the entire group at this point!"

"She isn't even pretty!"

"You would say nobody wants a pathetic little whore like that in their lives!"

ENOUGH!

You rush inside, past all the groups of people glaring at you and hide yourself in the bathroom. You can't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. You grab your phone out of your pocket and open WhatsApp.

You hesitate.

What if they were right? What if Yuma never wants to speak to you again now? Surely his career is more important than you, right? He's had this dream for forever and you ruin it for him in one night.

Maybe you can still fix it. Break up with him and have it be filmed and put on social media so everyone knows he's single again. Maybe that would safe his idol-career so he can continue living his dream.

Your phone rings in your hand, you look down at the caller ID and sigh. 'My love'. You decline and put your phone on silent. Maybe it will be better if you just ignore him.

After three hours of class, you have lunch break. You would usually sit with a bunch of people but they haven't even looked in your direction the whole day so you decide against it and sit alone.

"Why do you feel so entitled, huh?" A group of girls stand in front of you. You look down, continuing to poke your food. The girl scoffs. "You're ugly, sad, alone and nobody likes you. I bet that boyfriend of yours only uses your body." She leans closer. "Your pathetic fat body."

You want to reply. You really do. Come up with some amazing thing that would make her the embarrassed one but you can't. Fear stops you from doing so.

"Why don't you do everyone a favour and just kill yourself?" Tears bottle up in your eyes even if you try so hard to get rid of them.

"Ow, is the little bitch gonna cry?" Another girl asks with fake sympathy. "If you died, nobody would give a fuck. The world might even be a better place without you in it."

You stand up, showing defeat towards everyone in the cafeteria and run outside.

For the second time today, you find yourself in the school's bathroom. For the second time, you let tears block your vision but for the first time, you accept it.

What did you do?

Everyone hates you, so you must've done something, right? What did you do? Surely they can't hate you for falling in love with someone, right? Right?

You unlock your phone and see, to your surprise, 20 missed calls from Yuma and 43 text messages. Not to mention, even the other guys have tried to call and text multiple times. Why?

If nobody cares about you. . . why would they call?

You put your phone back in your pocket and stand up. Maybe skipping the last three hours isn't that bad of an idea. You take your bag off the floor and walk outside the school, all the way until you're home.

When you're safe in the comfort of your home, you listen to the voicemail Yuma had left.

"Hey, bug. I know you must be feeling terrible right now. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop the article from releasing. I hope you're okay. I love you, remember that, yeah?"

You can't believe his words. Not after what those girls said sounded so real. But, another voicemail hits your inbox. . . this time from EJ.

"Hey, y/n. I know you're in school right now and I'm not trying to get you in trouble or anything but I wanted to check up on you. We're friends, you know. We all care about you. Sure, not as much as Yuma does, but we like you. You joined the family a year ago and we wouldn't change that for anything.

Hybe is currently getting all those terrible articles offline but I imagine the damage has already been done. I'm so sorry this happened. If you ever need a friend to talk to who would understand you. . . well, you have 8 who would listen to you in a heartbeat.

Just wanted to let you know that you're not alone. Also, Yuma has been a bit out of it today. Maybe it would be good to answer his calls. I'm sure you both would feel better. Much love, EJ."

You can't help but smile at this message. He's right. You're not alone. The moment your phone rings again for the umpteenth time today, you pick up.

"Hello?" Silence. "Helloo?" More silence. "Yuma, are you there?"

"I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER PICK UP!!!" You quickly hold the phone away from your ear at his scream. "I though someone kidnapped and killed you or something. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You lie. Again silence. "Yuma?" A knock on your door makes you frown. You stand up and walk over. You open the door and see Yuma stand there with a small smile on his face. You hang up the phone and stare at him.

"You're not fine." He opens his arms and without hesitation, you step into his embrace. He rubs up and down your back soothingly. His warmth calms you down. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything."

"It's fine, whatever."

"You're home which means you skipped school." Yuma replies, pulling away from the hug. "You never skip school."

"Yeah well. . . I have never been called a whore before." Yuma's smile drops. He looks at you with sad eyes.

"They did?" You nod.

"It's not even the worst thing they've said."

"Don't listen to them, whatever they have said. . . it's not true. You are the most wonderful person. You were always there for me and the one time I should've been there for you, I wasn't."

"Maybe we should break up."

"I mean--- WHAT?!"

"I don't want to be in the way of your dreams, Yuma. Maybe we're not meant to be together." You reason. "Your dreams are more important than a relationship, right?"

"That's funny, lately I have only been dreaming about you." Your lips part in a little gasp. "Guess you're my dream now."

"Yuma--"

"I love you and I will fight for this." He says, pointing between you and him. "They will have to kill me if they want to take me away from you."

"What do I do about those bullies?" You ask, insecurely.

"Bug, you might not realize but. . ." He takes your hand and takes you towards the window in your house where the sun shines inside. The rays of sunshine hits your skin, making it look like you glow. "Your skin is made of diamond and diamonds are unbreakable." He traces the sunshine on your arm.

"Surely a bunch of words can't break through the diamonds on your skin, right?" You smile at him and shake your head. "That's my girl."

[samyy009922]

Im bored, so theres probably no plot to this :)

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN

Mafia bad sans's with the inclusion of good ol' Red

You and Red lay on the floor, both far too tired to do anything despite the massive amount of paperwork laying on your desk.

"so uh, you got anything ya gotta do today?" Red asked, still laying on the floor. You knew what he was gonna ask, he asked every day.

"Red, I don't know why you bother asking me, yeah I'll come with." Every day, you both went to the bar in the hideout you both worked at.

He let out a shallow laugh, a chuckle if you will. Good friends y'all were, knew each other since you stated working for the Mafia you found yourself in.

Absentmindedly, you both chatted and allowed anything you both thought to be a topic of choice. You both even talked about deviled eggs for some reason?

After a good hour of nothing, it was decided to go ahead and get going. However, as you pulled you boots back onto you one of the assistances barged in... rather rudely.

"30 minutes, the bosses want to see you." she looked at you, not red, who actually worked alongside the bosses, but you and only you.

You'd had interactions with the higherups before but very briefly and if give you anxiety just thinking back on those situations. You sat next to a computer all day, never on the field- so your social skills weren't exactly in tip top shape.

You were always told the Bosses were very odd characters, with their leader of leaders being the strangest; none of them were stable though, you knew that for a fact. However, with that being said, all you interactions with there were... different.

Horror: never talked, and if he did you knew you were in some deep shit. He was the tank of the team, most of the time keeping his singular eye on the front fields.

Killer: just a straight up psychopath. Anyone who had a proper conversation with him all said the same thing: he was insane. He could snap in a matter of seconds, so he wasnt the type you wanted to be around for long. He didn't oversee any particular branch, but rather just stuck his fingeys in everything.

Dust: another silent one, and you also never wanted to hear him... ever. With that being said, he was also a super heavy hitter and kept an eye on all trades and correspondences, ready to jump in a matter of seconds.

Error: a strange one, as he seemed to break the laws of... everything you thought you ever knew. But he was the one who controlled the digital side of things. therefor you saw him the most. He has a temper to him and is a massive control freak based off what you've seen of him.

Nightmare: the big guy, the one behind everything... and the one you were most scared of. He was the dude who oversaw everything that ever happened to anyone, If you pissed him off? Well life wont be a work in your vocabulary for much longer.

But, even so... they always seemed different with you in some fashion. Like for example, Error called you up to their office because he forgot a major component in a software the team was developing, but when you arrived he wasnt cold at all? He even seemed welcoming to you in some way...

and Horror made you eat

which you found very odd

Anyway, as you were fed this information, you looked at Red because you assumed he knew something, ANYTHING. He, being him, knew absolutely nothing and seemed just as confused at you were.

"Uh... Ok? I assume were meeting in their office? Cause like, its still office hours?" You felt out the attitude of the woman, mainly because you want to know if they're wanting to see you because you did something wrong.

"Yes." Was all she said, then left. This leaves you with a grand total of 29 minutes before your potential death.

"wha tha-." Red, who was now standing, spoke out loud.

"I don't know man." Was your only responce.

...

Time went by as you paced around waiting for the clock to tic down, PRAYING you didn't massively mess something, and they WEREN'T about to unceremoniously kill you.

"alright sweetheart, good luck in there." His voice semi-calmed you, albeit barely. He seemed very clam during this, but to be fair it wasnt like he was in your situation... but he did work closely with the bosses so maybe he did know something? Maybe?

You stood at the door leading to the desks where the big men would be sitting.

Finally you knocked

...

You heard nothing.

...

You turned to walk away, hoping this was all some stupid misunderstanding

...

The door slammed open

"HEY! Its them!" Killers unmistakable voice cut through the air like the knives he wielded.

"allow them in killer." A deep voice followed that ear-splitting yell, soothing you, but not for long because as you turned around you were met face to skull with Nightmare.

Well that's slightly terrifying.

Nightmare gives you a gesture to follow him, and so you do, although there is a lot of apprehension.

He leaves you in the middle of the room as he moves swiftly to his resident desk, one that's slightly lifted off the ground. The whole room looks like one out of a fantasy movie: Gold, mahogany wood, beautiful pilers, you name it.

The more you looked around, the more little details seemed to make themself clear to you: slits in random places that likely came from knives or other weapons, gun racks that hold very expensive looking guns, and pieces of paper that scatters some of the members desks. Makes you wonder even more why your here.

Off to the side you recognize a large red eye light that's staring directly at you. Horror's smiling very wide; that sort of thing is something that strongly worries you.

Errors in a hammock that's stationed off the left farthest corner of the room, once you catch his gaze he snarls and looks away.

"so i bet your wondering why your here..." Once again, that silky voice catches your attention. Nightmares smiling, rather widely might you add.

"Y-yeah? I cant say I'm not confused." You stammered a little. As mush as you were confused and mildly scared right now, you do have to say... the group was a litttttttle attractive. You'd never admit that out loud though.

"well..." A new voice nudged its way into the conversation "we have a question regarding your plans..." Dust's voice was quiet, but also smooth? Not something many people were privy to. Wait, yeah most people didn't hear that voice unless they were gonna die, what the hell was happening??

"you could say were asking about your plans for todate." Killer smiled widely, which wasn't out of the ordinary but something about this instance seemed very different.

They all gave you a few seconds before pushing the question again, you finally answered.

"Oh- Uh, I don't having anything i'm planning to do today?" You desperately wanted to ask why, where was this going but you chose to leave that little bit out.

"heh... good." Horror commented, scary.

"hmm, i agree, good." Nightmares addition made it even more menacing, then he continued: "you will be accompanying us tonight for a smaller... mission." You could HEAR the smile and menace radiating off that skeleton.. he also didn't give you much of a choice.

"D-don't-t get you-r hopes up-up" Error so kindly added "This-is is nothing but work-k." You nodded, not wanting to question why they chose you over literally anyone else.

"you will be picked up from your house at 7pm sharp. look good." You once again nodded then Nightmare give graciously give you permission to leave.

As you walked out the room, you pondered the inclination of going out on a date with mafia bosses, was it even a date? Was it seriously just work? If so, why someone so low on the ranks?

You met back up with Red, he gave you a concerned look and added you looked pale as fuck. You briefed him on the situation: "They more or less asked me out for some work event??" He seemd just as confused as you were.

"interestin' group they are." Was all Red added

...

Wait

How do they know where you live??

[sabraeal]

Unexpected Complications, Chapter 5

[Read on AO3]

Obiyuki Trope Madness 2023 Championship: In Love With the Mark

The ballroom doesn’t so much spin as sway; the bob at the end of his heart’s pendulum, at the mercy of its heady beat. Obi screws his eyes shut, fingers gripping tight on the beam. All it’ll take is a few quick breaths and he’ll be able to walk right out of here. Just a running start to get him moving. This thing’s practically a paper cut, more bark to it than bite.

He levers himself to his feet, knees trembling under him, and oof, all right, maybe it’s not. Still not the worst injury he’s got on the job, though.

There’s a commotion down there now; not the delicate squeals of young ladies frightened by the unexpected, but the shouts of grown men. The kind that call out “Search the palace!” with authority, and waste no time adding, “I want to account for every inch.”

There’s inches a plenty up here, ones they’re going to find in short order once one of them remembers how to look up. Might take a while-- always does, in his experience-- but eventually some rookie’s going to get bored guarding a pile of glass, and glance up, wondering, just where did this come from anyway--?

And he better not be here when they do.

A feat easier said than done. One step nearly wobbles him right off the beam. That might make some new guy’s day down there, but Obi’s not about to launch any career other than his own. He crouches instead, working on all fours-- all threes, really, since he doesn’t want to mix up his insides with his outsides-- to the window he slunk through hardly an hour ago.

It’s higher than he remembers. His side burns as he stretches to catch the sill; it takes the generous application of his boots to some goddess’s face to get the momentum to pull him over, but he manages. One handed, even, balancing on the narrow leaden frame.

Torches leap to life in the distance before the strident shouts of the guard scatter them. Some start to poking along the perimeter-- the sort of creativity he expects from a bunch of knights, which is to say none-- but a decent group fans out into the royal forest, far enough apart that they need to call out to keep tabs, but too close to allow a slender spy to slip though. Or, at this rate, comfortably pass out in.

Well, damn. Looks like he won’t be biding his time in a tree branch this time, waiting for all this to blow over. The flat’s straight out; he’d have to make it across open ground and out one of these gates, and with his side like it is, he’ll be passed out long before and gate keeper could squint over his credentials. No, there’s no use in running, but where...?

There’s no time to let his thoughts settle into something like sense, not when he’s going to sway right off this sill any minute now. There’s risks to hiding right under the royal noses, but he’s got a shit hand, and the longer he waits to fold, the more likely it is he might lose his shirt with it. Or his head. 

But there’s not much for it. On anything more than a wheeze pain burns up his side, enough that he’s got to grit his teeth to keep his scream silent. He’s running out of options, and fast.

It’s a shallow breath that trembles through him, probing that wound like a sore tooth, but that’s all he needs. With all the coiled strength of his limbs behind him, Obi throws himself into the air, whole body stretched long--

And trusts his hands to catch him. They always do.

The stone is slick beneath his fingers, the worn soles of his boots sliding as he braces himself for every jump. It rained some time tonight, and even his sharp eyes struggling to gauge the range between rails. It’s not enough to slow him, but it takes effort, the kind that doesn’t leave him much in the way of thought. He just keeps reaching out and putting his feet beneath him, trusting his gut to guide him to safety.

A stupid idea, really. His gut’s what got him here in the first place. A fact he’s so conveniently forgot, right up until his feet skid to a stop. The library doors loom before him, dark behind their glass, and of course he’d lead himself here, of course. What better place to hide than the last one he felt safe?

It’d be nothing to turn away, to throw himself to the next balcony and hope for the best. But his knees tremble with the first step and stumble on the second. The third’s barely upright. He’s losing blood with abandon now.

His fingers dig into the meat of his side, a poor excuse for a bandage. This isn’t the worst place to lie low, he has to admit. There’s not a knight alive that’s going to look for an assassin amongst the stacks. Not until they’ve turned over every other stone first. That give him until morning, at least.

The lock’s a simple pin-and-tumbler-- more to keep the doors from blowing open in the wind rather to keep anyone out-- which is a good thing, since his fingers are half numb on the pick. Any more than jamming a pin in the lock and he would have spent the night bleeding out on the balcony. What a title that would have made for the evening edition.

Instead he’s put in the proper position for knowing just how plush the carpet is when it rises up to greet him. Not Viandese, of course-- couldn’t have plebs dirtying those precious piles with their slippers and shoes. But it’s fine enough for his purposes: lying flat on the floor and thinking about how he needs to get this damned side of his stitched.

Without the drumbeat of his heartbeat driving him, Obi can admit: the library might not have made the top of his list for hiding places, but there’s a logic to it. The way the shelves sweep from floor to ceiling, clustered with no little regard for the passage of natural light, there must be places that are dark even in the day. Even with a lantern, the windy warrens burrowed through the stacks had pressed in around him, so complex he doubted most guards could find their way in, let alone out. And despite the sprawl, it didn’t seem the hang out for high society, at least according to Sh--

Ah. His fingers clench around a shelf, trembling. That’s the last thing he needs to be thinking about.

A breath or two rolls him onto his back, and with a concerted-- yet ginger-- effort, gets his feet beneath him. It’s good he’s landed himself a place to lay low, but he can’t just lay here on the carpet until morning. Not unless he wants to take a few years off a librarians life and maybe add a few dir to their pay check.

“Obi?”

Air hisses through his teeth. Pain makes everyone a child, he knows, but he thought he’d lost the instinct for comfort a long time ago, on a night darker than this, on a rain-slick ledge that the blood would never wash free. But for him to hear her voice now--

“Obi.” Light sprays across his boots, dispelling the shadows as two soft slippers pad into view. “Is that...? Ah, I mean, are you all right?”

It’s reflex to look up. That’s a mistake too. He’s supposed to run, to hide himself from every set of eyes he can lest they give the guard something to work with, but--

But these ones are green. Not olive, the way most are, but a full, deep color, like jade or juniper. A thing he only knows because he’s spent the last few nights getting lost in them. Seems a waste to hide now that she’s looking back.

“Why, Miss.” He shifts his clutch to a casual lean, smile sliding onto his lips as easily as his hand slides over that inconvenient slice in his side. “What’s a girl like you doing out at this hour?”

That lantern of her might cast her face in shadow, but he can still make out the way she blinks. “I could ask you the same thing, couldn’t I?”

“Got tired of your friend’s shindig.” He tries a shrug, only to abandon it halfway through. Some theatrics just aren’t worth the pain. “Wasn’t anyone there I wanted to talk to.”

Her head tilts, and that cascade of red shimmers like a river of fire. Oh, how he’d love to burn. “So you came to the library?”

“Sure.” His smile slant to a wicked smirk. “Had a good time when I was here last time, didn’t I?”

I might just be a trick of the light, but he could swear her cheeks pink just from that little tease. “But that wasn’t even when...”

Her lips press shut, but Obi doesn’t need her to speak to know what she meant to say. That wasn’t when we danced. That wasn’t when you tried to seduce me. That wasn’t when you ruined this.

His mouth twists, wry. If only she knew. “I know.”

There’s a pause, a silence. A breath where the lantern trembles and the shadows dance, a moment where not only her eyes are a mystery but her entire face hides from him. And then her hands reach out, steadying it. “You went to the ball dressed in that?”

Obi snorts. “Funny thing to say, considering what you wore last night. If you don’t think they’d let me through the door, I’m surprised you...”

It’s part of the bit for his gaze to drop, to drag up her from hem to hairline with all the charm of a chamberlain with a checklist and mark her wanting. But when he strays from the safe harbor above her shoulders, it’s...

It’s linen, woven finer than anything he’s has the pleasure of putting against his skin. Not stark white, like these fine young ladies would wear, but creamy and uncomplicated, the embroidery around the slim-fitting cuff done in a floss meant to give texture rather than color. There might be more above the cinched-waist-- more than likely, considering the fussy little placard of buttons running down to it, with the barely hint of a ruffle-- but he can’t see it beneath her thick shawl.

Hardly fashionable of her, the thing drawn over her thing shoulders the way the grannies in the market would. But then again, nightgowns typically weren’t meant to be seen.

“Ah, Miss...” Shirayuki’s never fit the look of a prince’s mistress, but now, now...she could be someone he knows. The girl from the market stall on the corner, or the barkeep’s daughter he sent off to the university up north. Someone only a step or two out of his reach, rather than a whole ocean. “So this is what you look like.”

Better not forget that it’s only an illusion.

It’s harder when she blushes like that, two pink spots riding high as kisses on her cheeks. “It is.” Her glance is almost shy when she says, “Is this how you--?”

She blinks. “Is that blood?”

Obi glances down, and oh, hm, looks like all that warm, fuzzy feeling might just be blood loss. “Ah, now Miss, it looks worse then it is.”

It shouldn’t excite him how stern a turn her mouth takes, nor how firmly she grips his wrist. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

Obi’s not typically one to protest when a lady takes him to her rooms, let alone her bed. But when Shirayuki sits him down on hers, hard enough his breath gasps out on a confused woof, he tries. Just this once. “I shouldn’t be here.”

He might not have bothered for all the attention she pays him, scurrying around her room with the same fervor as a squirrel uncovering its nuts in the spring. A bottle here, some thread there; everywhere has something more interesting than his single attempt to be decent.

“You’re a nice young girl,” he tells the ceiling, helplessly. “Woman, I mean. Wouldn’t do for you to be caught with a charming rogue like me behind closed doors. Maybe--”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d let me take you to the pharmacy,” she reminds him with the careful sort of politeness kind-hearted young girls like to use on boys so far in the dog house they have to dig themselves out. “Garrack’s a much better hand at this than I am, so if you’d like...?”

She gives him a meaningful glance over her shoulder, but he just clenches his jaw. “No pharmacy.”

A sigh saws out from between her lips, but she bustles over to him anyway, a small basket in hand. “If you would take off your shirt, please.”

The shame had been worked out of him long ago, but it doesn’t stop Obi from clutching at his shirt, whispering with all the dramatics of a widowed aunt, “Miss.”

She may give him that stern stare all she likes, but he sees the way her mouth twitches, trying to smooth away a smile. Or better yet, one of her smirks. “I can hardly help you if I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“You shouldn’t be helping me,” he reminds her. “A good girl would have left me right there on the carpet, or even--”

“Here.” She presses a cup between his hands, urging it toward his mouth. “Take this. It will help with the pain.”

He does it before he can even to think what’s in it. A pity, since the thing burns going down. “Ah, now that’s bitter.”

“Better a little discomfort now than what comes after. Now, this.” With an impatient lift of her brows, she tugs at the hem of his shirt, as if he might forget where it starts without a reminder. “Off, please.”

“Why, Miss, if you wanted to seduce me, you only need say--”

“Obi.” He blinks down, watching the outline of her bleed into the dim before settling out clear again. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.” The word feels good in his mouth, so he tries it again. “Goood.”

The room’s been swaying for so long he hardly notices the change in its rock, in the way it hangs just a little bit to either side, like time stretches out between his heartbeats, and--

Obi squints at the cup, taking a sniff so deep of its contents it stings.

“Miss.” It’s a miracle that he gets the words out, considering how his lips are numb. “You drugged me.”

“Only a little.” His girl’s not even the slightest bit contrite. It’s terrible how much that works for him. “Just a finger or two of roka liquor. Maybe four.”

“That’s devious,” he hums, impressed. She isn’t, for her part; just heaves a sigh and steps in, coaxing the slick material up over his head with hardly any help. And, if Obi’s being honest, probably a fair share of hindering.

“You’ve put me at your mercy, Miss.” He giggles as the fabric tickles his chest, suddenly so sensitive. Well, always so sensitive, but more now. “Now what will you do--?”

“Lay down.” Tossing the shirt to the end of the bed, Shirayuki has plenty of hands to put on his chest and push-- deliciously firm, if he does say so himself, promising even-- straight to his back. “This isn’t going to be pleasant. But try not to pass out.”

A giggle bubbles out of him. “Don’t promise me a good time.”

Her lips part in a grimace. “Trust me, I’m not.”

“There, all done,” Shiryuki murmurs, pulling the last stitch tight. Or at least so he assumes; despite all her dire warnings, Obi can hardly feel a thing. Well, beside the way her hand’s pressed to his belly, keeping him on the mattress. “How does that feel?”

“Like you should keep touching me.”

It’s out before his teeth can snatch it back, and oh, she pulls that hand away like he’s made of fire.

“Ah, Miss!” He makes to sit up, but ah, looks like that roka liquor can’t cover the way his insides slosh around now that he’s been sewn shut. “Youch.”

“Obi!” Her hands cup his shoulders, supporting him as he sits. “You should really lay down. You lost a lot of blood, and the roka--”

“I’m fine.” It’s a lie; the room’s spinning and his stomach is two sailors short of a heave, but his hand wraps around her wrist, her warmth washing into him, and he can’t find it in him to mind. “I shouldn’t have-- I shouldn’t tease you like that. Already made you upset once.”

“I’m not...” Her lips press together, tantalizing. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

A smart man walks away from the table while he’s winning, but Obi’s never been much of a gambler. His mouth opens, and it’s a roll of the dice to see if he’s ruined. “But I upset you last night. Talking to you like that.”

“I...” Her gaze skitters away from his, fixed to the lantern first, then her basket. Anywhere but him. “It’s not that. I just...I wasn’t expecting it.”

“From me?”

Pink floods her cheeks, and his lips itch from how much he wants to press them to it, to feel the heat against his mouth. “From anyone.”

“What?” A laugh hiccups out of him. “Not even your prince?”

Her hair sweeps across her shoulders. “I already told you, it wasn’t like that. We never...”

It would be stupid to push, to ask just what it was like, but well, tonight’s not the night for smarts, it seems. “Never...?”

Her hands flutter in her lap. “We only kissed. Just a few times. He never mentioned that he might...that he could...”

“Want you? How?” It’s the wrong answer, he knows it before she even flinches. “Sorry, I wasn’t...I didn’t mean to, er...”

“Ah, no, d-don’t be.” Her hands fly out, catching his. They’re soft, her calluses concentrated on the knuckles of her first two fingers, smooth as shells worn by the sea. It would be nice, if she left them there.  Forever, maybe. “I mean...not if you meant it.”

His fingers curl so tentatively around hers, encouraging them to stay. At least, he hopes so. “Would it...be all right if I did?”

Her chin lifts, and it’s not so much her smile that draws him in-- though it’s no small part, her mouth so soft and pink and just for him-- as the spark it lights in her eyes. “I already said it didn’t upset me.”

“Ah.” She’s so close his breath ruffles the lacework of her lashes, sending her flyaway scattering. “How encouraging.”

“I would...” Her fingers knit around his, nerves drawing her tendons tight. Good thing he’s still half numb; her little kitten grip might be painful otherwise. “...I would like it, if it were true.”

He doesn’t so much lean in as fall toward her, slowing his descent enough that when his lips first touch hers it’s nothing more than a brush, a whisper of skin against skin. It’s nothing, but already it’s too much, every bit of his skin left raw and aching from just that.

“I think,” he murmurs, close enough that each word makes its own kiss. Or at least enough of one to make the arousal sleeping in his gut shiver, threatening to turn over. “I could die happy.”

Ah, well. Hadn’t meant for that to slip out. That roka stuff is one hell of a drug.

Her hand scrubs up the undergrowth of his scalp, smile slanting to smirk when he sighs into her mouth. “Not just yet, please.”

There’s a tease at the tip of his tongue, a quick little quip that’s sure to make her laugh, but he never has the chance to find out, not when her mouth opens beneath his and swallows it whole. It’s a groan that falls out of him in its place, his fingers flying from his lap to grip her elbows, dragging her closer--

And he loses a minute. Or maybe only a few seconds. Hard to count when he can hardly catch his breath, the whole world spinning as Shirayuki steadies him with her smile.

And her hands too, if the grip on his shoulders is taken into account.

“Ah, careful.” She guides him back to the bed, more gently than she had before. Tender, even. “You should really lay down. Gets some rest.”

His fingers tangle in hers as they pull away. “Only if you stay with me.”

Those pretty eyes of her round, matching the set of her mouth. He can’t quite puzzle out why, not when he only--

Haah, those drugs have really done a number on him. “Ah, sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to--” proposition you again-- “Er, don’t mind me, rea--”

“Obi.” The mattress dips, and it’s only when he opens his eyes to see her perched there, smile practically incandescent, that he realizes he clenched them shut at all. “If you want me to, I will.”

“Ah...” A killer like him shouldn’t have the shame left to blush, but here he is, like some young lord tumbled by his first farm girl.

“To look after you,” she adds, her own cheeks a darker shade than pink. “Not for...other reasons.”

It’s habit for his lips to part in a grin, to let one brow hike heavenward as he drawls, “I don’t think I have enough blood to go around for other reasons right now, Miss.”

“Obi--”

“But, if you don’t mind...” Earnestness fits like another man’s glove, but he breathes into the stretch. “Please. Just for now.”

It’s the tiniest tug he gives that hand of hers, but she falls beside him, tucked into his shoulder. “For now.”

[sandinmybed]

Passive vs Active Mike analysis: El is going to have to be the one who dumps Mike.

I’ve been having a discussion with some twitter mutuals and we’ve drawn this conclusion, I thought i’d share it with you guys

Mike is very passive in their relationship. In s1, he calls El pretty and kisses her, but that’s the only times he advances their relationship intentionally himself. In s3 they spend a lot of time kissing, but think about that awkward makeout scene - Mike pulls away to sing at her. Mike keeps pulling her hands down away from his face. When they ditch the Party at weathertop, El is the one who says they have to go home.  Later in s3, El is the one who dumps him, and he’s pissed off, but he just takes it. He shows no clear desire to get her to take him back (unlike Lucas, who’s pretty concerned with getting the olive branch from Max.) And then the contrast to his fight with Will that we’re all so familiar with - Mike fights with El, gets dumped, he takes it. Mike fights with Will, Will runs off, Mike actively chases after him through pouring rain to apologise and beg him for forgiveness. 

In the S3 end scene where El comes up and kisses him, he just stands there. They don’t talk about getting back together. Mike doesn’t visibly reciprocate in any way, doesn’t even smile. He is passive, he just sort of lets it happen. He even sort of blocks her from kissing him when they’re all hugging as the Byers leave. When Will comes up to him to dump his DnD books, Mike is active, he asks the question to confirm their standing with one another - "What if you wanna join another party?" - and is happy with Will's response.

Another example of Mike's passivity in their relationship is the way Mike takes very little responsibility for their problems. For example, treating El “like garbage/like a pet” in her words, during their relationship in s3. When he lies to her and tries to apologise, he has no idea what he's doing and lets Lucas lead him. The few efforts he does make towards getting her back are supported heavily by Lucas, in fact. When she dumps him at the mall, he's like okay, whatever, no girlfriend then. But when he’s a dick to Will? Instant regret as soon as he realises he's gone too far, he doesn't wait around trying to analyse the situation, he's right out the door and he goes full on grovelling hands-and-knees begging to apologise.

In S4 the same thing happens - he pisses off El, can’t say her loves her, but instead of accepting that responsibility, he denies it and says he does say it (clear lie) and that El’s being ridiculous. When he pisses off Will, he’s straight in there to take responsibility for ignoring Will, he says Will didn’t deserve the bad treatment (and honestly, Will’s not even fully innocent either if you wanna get into that lol). He even apologises going back months and months. He’s passive with El, allowing her to yell at him and makes no real effort to defend himself or fix it. With Will, he’s active - he makes the move to apologise and reconnect.

Excluding their kiss in s1, every time Mike takes initiative and is active in their relationship, it’s never a romantic action. When he’s giving her shelter and food, when he’s calling her every day trying to find her (after she vanished in front of him) and when he and the Byers go on the road trip to find her, none of that is inherently romantic. The one time he says he loves her, she isn't even present, but Mike is desperate not to lose her/for El not to get hurt by their plan. Mike is active when it comes to protecting her.

The one active step he does take in their relationship is the monologue, but is that actually active? He's pretty much constantly being told by other people that being with El is the "right" thing to do - Nancy in s1/2 assumes he's into her, Lucas in s3 tries to help fix their relationship, just like Will in s4. Mike has been led to believe by Will that this will save their relationship, and he has an immense amount of trust in Will, so he follows what he thinks is right and tells her he loves her, because he's afraid she will literally die if he doesn't.

This is why I think El is going to have to be the one who officially dumps him. Mike never takes the initiative in their relationship. He didn't want to talk to her about getting back together in s3, and he didn't want to acknowledge their issues in s4 either. I've seen plenty of people (myself included) who believe that during the scene in Surfer Boy Pizza, El was going to officially break up with him. They got interrupted, and then it was too late.

But starting with s5, we've got the painting lie, and we've got Hopper back, and Mike is back on good terms with Will. El isn't talking to him, and they're dealing with the apocalypse, and it's strongly implied that El knows he was lying to her. I think El's going to dump him in s5, and he's going to ask about the painting, which she knows nothing about. I think that's going to happen fairly early on in the season, maybe even before the time skip, and be the catalyst for a lot of changes (and hopefully some more personal growth for both of them!) But Mike will not take that step himself.

[stereopticons]

Top 5 Schitt’s Creek moments?

Oh, I see. Just going straight for the hardest one, huh? Well joke's on you because I am incapable of choosing between open mic and olive branch so you get 6. It's my blog, I make the rules.

6. The car conversation with David and Stevie in Start Spreading the News

This conversation is so important. David finally has someone to tell him, hey, it's fine that what you thought you wanted out of life has changed, you're allowed to want something different. I imagine he's said this to Patrick as he comes to terms with learning he's gay in his 30s, but I think for David here, it had to come from Stevie, someone he knew wouldn't bullshit him. If it came from Patrick (and it kind of did earlier, in the Premiere), David would always feel like Patrick was just sacrificing what he wanted to make David happy (which is fair, because this is a thing Patrick does. Look at his face at the end of the Pitch!). This conversation with Stevie made David actually examine what would make him happy.

5. The entirety of the David/Patrick/Alexis/Ted storyline in Housewarming.

I adore this episode. Patrick is getting to live out the experiences he missed out on in high school! He's going to a party with the hottest boy! He's feeling jealous! I imagine that other guys probably did hit on Rachel when they were together because I mean, look at her. But I expect that Patrick didn't really feel jealous about it, at least not in the way he would expect to. (He probably *did* feel a bit of "I wish that guy was hitting on me instead" sometimes, but didn't have a name for it). So he thought he was just a chill, secure dude. And then Ted comes in looking hot and kisses David and suddenly Patrick is feeling both "HEY only I can do that, that's MY hot boyfriend" and also "man I wish that hot man was kissing me", which he now has a name for, and these are experiences he didn't get to have!!! Plus David is just having a blast getting to be the popular one at the party *and* have a hot boyfriend that he can tease. Yeah.

4. The scene in Patrick's apartment in Meet the Parents

There is so much that's so good in this episode. So much. Though I do wish we'd gotten to explore a) David confronting that Patrick lied by omission again and b) that Patrick didn't really get to come out on his own, I know that's too much for the show (and that's what fanfic is for). Even so, this is still such a moment of growth for both of them, and I love it so much. David is getting to be the supportive partner he's always wanted someone to be for him. Patrick is getting the best of all worlds, everyone knows now and loves him the same as they always did. It just makes me very soft.

3. The Kiss in Grad Night

As if I could make a list about SC and not include Grad Night on it. This scene is perfect. No notes. (except for the fact that David does not have the gift bag in his hand when he leaves but does have it when he enters the motel room).

2. The Face in Open Mic. You know the one I mean.

David is letting himself be loved!!! Patrick is putting himself out there and David is standing there taking it, not trying to run away, as much as he badly wants to at the beginning. It makes me so EMOTIONAL.

1.The Olive Branch This time, David is putting himself out there!! "You know people can see you, right?" That's the whole point, Patrick!! It isn't about making up for not talking to Patrick early enough. This is about showing Patrick, hey, I trust you completely. This is how David shows that. And it's just. so. much.

Anyway I didn't mean to make this top 5 moments of growth for David and Patrick but that's what it turned into and I'm not sorry about it.

Ask me top 5 anything!

[kayventa]

(Finncest)

I Can’t Believe I Loved You

Chapter Two: I’m Okay

“Heh, I bet he’s looking for me this very second.” Fern wonders. “Probab-” “FERN!!! THERE YOU ARE!!! I’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE- Oh, hey Hw.” Jake exceeds. “Hey man.” She nods.

INFO!!

Huntress Wizard!!

(HW)

??? years old

She/Her/They/Them/Saige

Finn’s GF

Rad and Straight (guys)

“Hey Jake..” Fern looks away. Jake looks at Fern.

Meanwhile,

“Hey Doc- Finn?? Why are you here??” Ice King complains. Finn stares for a moment before clearing his throat. “So what’s been bothering you?” Finn takes out. pen and clipboard. “Uh, well my back aches and everything smells like licorice- except for licorice, which tastes like-”

Finn jumps onto the hospital bed and cracks Ice King’s back. “ACK!” He yelps. “So how do you feel now?” Finn asks, standing on the bed. “I feel…GREAT!!!” Ice King floats around the room. “I FEEL 500 YEARS OLD AGAIN!!!” Finn smiles thinking he’s doing his job well.

CRASH!!

“Yikes! I’ma get outta here!” Ice King yells as he flies out excitingly. “FINN!!” Jake smashes in holding Fern. “Hey buddy, y’know what? How about you have Fern help you?” He then stumbles out. “Ah.” He smacks his lips. “How about you just sit until I need you?” Fern gets up. “Okay..”

Patient after patient, Fern just watches. Until finally, something interesting happens. “When I drop this sword: Susan’s hero reflexes will kick in! Any questions?” One doctor puts his hand up but another doctor puts it back down. “No no, I wanna see where this goes.” Finn drops the sword. Doctor Princess walks in. “Hey guys, I’m back fr- WHAT THE FLIP??” She throws her glasses, knocking the sword from hitting Susan. “FINN!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!” “I’ll tell you.” Fern volunteers from the chair in the corner. “Susan would’ve been fine. In fact, she might have even woke up.” Doctor Princess hesitates. Then exhales. “Both, out now. I’ll take care of this.” Finn returns her coat and both boys leave the Candy Kingdom hospital. They both share an awkward silence.

“Would Susan have woken up from that? I mean, yeah I guess what I did was stupid but…would it have worked?” Finn wonders. “I doubt it, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.”

“Be NICER..”

Fern sighs. “So, how’s your day been?” Finn hesitates. “I dunno, it was alright, I guess. “Same here.” He replies. Another awkward silence formed in between them. “Should I call Jake to pick us up?”

“Make him think you CARE!! Hang out with him!!”

Fern sighs again. “How about we go somewhere?” “Really? Where?” “Hmm, I think HW wanted to see you or something?” Finn’s face reddened a bit. “Ah, okay…Let’s go then!”

Later,

“HW????” Finn screams into her house.“Shush she’s probably tryna sleep!” Fern loudly whispers. Yet Finn talks loudly again. “Trust me, she doesn’t sleep during the day.” Fern looked around concerned. “Well then what if she’s busy right n-” “Hey guys.” HW pops up behind them. They both scream but then calm down. She sways her left hand and the branched door opens. “Heh, so you weren’t home!” Fern chuckles to himself and eyes Finn. “Do you two wanna come in or?” “Oh! Yeah sure!” Finn agrees and looks at Fern with a face that would read ‘did she really ask for me?’ They both walk in and sit on the floor by a river steaming through the house. HW sits across from them as she crosses her arm.

Intimidating…

“Why did you come? Do you need something? If you need food, there’s some in the pantry.” Finn looks at Fern. “Oh uh, Finn wanted to see you?” Fern lied. Finn’s face became a little flustered but still in disbelief. HW relaxed herself and stares at Finn for a moment before chuckling to herself. “I knew you were ‘totally in love with me’.” Finn looks away a little more flustered. “Hey that reminds me,” HW���s mind starts to wonder off. “People wanted to know to know what’s going on with you, Fern. You are nothing like Finn.” She reveals. “What?! How am I nothing like him?!” Fern questions angrily. “Well you are quiet, lazy, and anybody rarely seems to see you around.” HW explains. Finn chuckles. “Wah…WHAT???” Fern’s face displays visible anger while Finn breaks out laughing. Fern covers his face. “Fern! She’s just concerned!” Finn tries to comfort his doppelgänger while still snickering. Then, a loud bang noise is heard outside and HW goes put to check what was. Meanwhile, Finn is left to try and cheer up Fern. He lifts Fern’s head up and pushes it to where Fern is laying on the ground. He pats Fern’s forehead for a bit. “Do you feel better now?” He asks in a dollish yet comforting tone. “Yeah..” HW comes back in with a dead rabbit and a dead bird. “I think the bird thought my house was a normal tree. Is Fern better now?” She asks, tossing the carcasses into the pantry area. “Fern you okay?” She asks again as she sits next to Finn, crisscrossed. “Yeah, I’m good…” Fern looks away as he speaks. HW looks outside to see that it’s already getting dark. “I think I’ll be heading to bed now,” she looks over at the boys. “Use the sleeping bags if you need to.” She mentions. Fern sits up with a thumbs up in hand. HW then softly kisses Finn and walks off to her sleeping room. (Can’t call it a bedroom if there is literally no bed.) Finn puts a hand on where she kissed and blushed a bit as he turned to watch her leave. “Lovebirds, huh?” Fern asks with a grin. Finn turns back to Fern with an annoyed face. “It’s nothing serious.”

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[qvarrelsome]

╰ ┈ [ otto farrant , twenty five , cis male , he/his ] in the time of dragons , JASON LANNISTER is entering the game of thrones . said to be dauntless + shrewd , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be obstinate + quarrelsome . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a flame - quickly growing in size and swallowing everything in its path and the ashes left by it’s path of destruction; a head of golden hair accompanied by a devilish grin; a set of broken chains, a reminder that he can’t be tamed . though they are the LORD OF LANNISPORT , their true loyalties lie with house lannister and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE SEPARATION OF THE REALMS above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

basics

name: jason lannister

age: twenty five

title: lord

allegiance: house lannister of lannisport (the main branch can get fucked as far as he's concerned)

gender, pronouns: cis male & he/his

sexuality: homosexual

martial status: unwed, unbetrothed

familial

father: lancel lannister

mother: tbd.

siblings: alicent lannister

cousins: n/a

physical

hair color: blond

eye color: dark brown

height: 5'9''

build: athletic

personality

traits: dauntless, shrewd, obstinate, quarrelsome

mbti: entj

temperament: chloeric

moral alignment: chaotic evil

character parallels: ransom drysdale (knives out), han solo (star wars), ronan lynch (the raven cycle)

biography -

jason and his twin sister alicent are the only children of lord lancel lannister and his first wife, with jason being the lord's only son.

as a child his time would be split between the capital and lannisport - with hopes that he would come to live in the capital full time, or at least, spend most of his time there alongside his father.

however due to his uncooperative nature and just unwillingness to spend too much time away from his mother, most of jason's childhood would be spent in lannisport.

he would form an incredibly close bond with his mother, his only other close relationship being with his twin sister. he never seemed to care for his father, though that was through no fault of the older male's.

he was absolutely devastated by the death of his mother. and with her, went any traces of humanity that jason possessed. (that's a bit dramatic but basically no more nice jason)

he left lannisport within a fortnight, vowing, quite loudly, that he wouldn't return without a good reason.

to date he has returned exactly once for alicent's wedding - leaving the second her betrothed died. he wrongly assumed his sister wouldn't want him there.

he's been traveling westeros, earning money through work as a sell sword.

fun facts -

he's a bit of a pyromaniac. he doesn't go around starting fires but he sure does love to watch them !

he's just an incredibly angry guy, though no one can quite figure out why he's so angry. honestly, neither can he - though he won't be admitting that anytime soon.

he is very, very gay, which probably contributes to like 50% of his anger.

he's quite a gifted swordsman which has helped him find work as a sell sword.

he has never really considered becoming a knight, though he likely wouldn't have a hard time finding someone to knight him. it just doesn't interest him.

this man straight up doesn't sleep ! and in the rare event that he does, it's usually restless.

he's kind of violent ...

also he loves learning to use different kinds of weapons. it's his idea of fun.

wanted connections -

JASON LANNISTER , our LORD OF LANNISPORT , is currently searching for their long term companion (love interest)in the kingdoms. they should be aged twenty two - twenty eight with the possible faces of archie renaux, aramis knight, timothee chalamet, emre bey, corey mylchreest, charles melton, dylan wang, ewan mitchell any age appropriate male fc. i should probably start by saying jason is notoriously difficult to get along with, in fact, he usually doesn't even bother trying to form a positive relationship. but for whatever reason, your character is the one notable exception. jason doesn't just care about him, he cares what he thinks of him. jason has spent the past several years traveling westeros which is how he met your muse ! it's likely they got off on the wrong but were able to set aside their differences to become travel companions before eventually developing feelings for one another. needless to say, jason would do just about anything for him. also i will throw it out there that i am willing to make adjustments to this connection to fit your character ! ── you ARE required to contact the mun before applying , but if you wish to , you can reach them @QVARRELSOME.

rivals / enemies / negative connections. look jason is an asshole who goes out of his way to have negative interactions with those around him. he's got to have more negative connections than positive at this point.

flings. nothing serious - which is very intentional on jason's part but a man has needs and he's had a few flings as he's traveled across westeros. he tends to cut ties and run when they start getting to serious.

one serious relationship/possible ex. i'll work on details for this connection later but if you're interested let me know.

travel companion(s). people he's traveled with or even just crossed paths with on more than one occasion.

hosts. people he's visited/stayed with across westeros. he might not be a friendly person but he's quite a good house guest !

employers. he's a sell sword, do with that what you will ! though it's possible he's found other lines of work.