#deceit just HATES talking about his babies

[eunseoksimp]

Poison ; Jung Sungchan

Pairings: Lovesick!Sungchan x Toxic!Reader

Genre: angst, toxic relationship

Description: the pain and heartache that can come from being involved with someone who is emotionally manipulative, deceitful, and simply not right for you. capturing the essence of the rollercoaster of emotions that one experiences when caught in the grips of a toxic love affair.

Warnings: manipulation, toxic situation, swear words, suggestive content, brief mention of breeding kink, alcohol use, sex, obsession.

‘girl you do damage to me, yeah i love it.’

sungchan knew he shouldn’t be with you anymore.

not that there was even anything official between you two.

you made it adamantly clear that relationships ‘were just not your thing,’ that monogamy was a thing of the past.

he would think that it would be enough to get it into his mind that you two just weren’t meant to be.

he was something of a hopeless romantic, dreaming of a love that was pure, filled with chaste kisses and sunset nights.

but you were nothing like that. you were cynical of all things to do with feelings, and had rejected his proclamations of love one too many times.

nevertheless, when you send that text, telling him you’re lonely, he’s already sliding on his shoes, searching for his keys as he wastes no time on deciding whether he should come over or not.

it was starting to become a routine now.

he would go to see you “for the last time,” swearing up and down that he would rid himself of you.

and then you would look up at him through eyes clouded with desire, playing with the chain on his neck as you asked him to fuck you.

he would oblige, quick to lay you on your back as he had his way with you, the feeling so addictive that he would come back again for more.

tonight was no different.

‘hey,’ sungchan tried to start a conversation when you opened the door, but you were quickly pulling him inside, tugging at his jacket.

‘wait a second,’ he would hold your hand in his, but you were not even listening.

your eyes were glued on his arms, licking your lips.

‘can’t we at least have a conversation first? pretend to care about me at least,’ he joked, noting how frustrated you became.

‘why would i do all of that for? are you going to fuck me or not?’

sungchan paused for a second.

all you did was make him feel like a toy, there only to satisfy yourself with and discard when you didn’t want to play with him.

he hated that feeling, craving something more intimate with you.

he didn’t want to only be with you for the sex.

‘if you’re not going to make yourself useful i’ll call someone else,’ she stalked off, already grabbing her phone.

‘no. don’t. let me make love to you, not anyone else,’ sungchan was desperate for your touch, and if it only meant he could get that from sleeping with you, then so be it.

‘we don’t make love baby boy, that’s only for people with feelings for each other,’ you corrected him, shimmying out of your top.

‘i do have feelings for you, i just wish you would feel the same,’ he let you grab the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

‘too much talking not enough action. prove to me that you love me.’

so he lifted you up, his hands cupping your ass as he expertly manoeuvred his way around your apartment and straight to your bedroom.

as soon as he lay you down he got to work.

his lips found your neck, loving the hickeys he could give you, serving as a reminder that he had taken you for the night.

he loved hearing your sounds, squirming underneath him.

‘stop teasing me,’ you pulled him up by his hair, your eyes glazed and your thighs rubbing together.

‘be patient baby,’ he planted a kiss on your lips.

tonight you seemed extra needy, your first orgasm reaching you faster than he thought it would.

sungchan wanted to be slow, passionate and sensual, but your impatience didn’t allow for this.

he frowned when you moved your head away just as he was about to kiss you.

‘i told you to stop kissing me on the lips,’ you were panting, words drawn out but your point still stood.

he remembered the first time you got together, and the shock he felt when you told him you would not kiss him.

that it was reserved for a true lover, that someone like him who she would merely spend a couple hours with was not worth it.

but sometimes he would get so lost in the feeling that he can’t help but lean down, desperate to feel your lips on his.

and sometimes in the heat of the moment you would let him.

that didn’t mean you wouldn’t scold him about it afterwards, repeating your words.

secretly he loved when you told him off anyway.

‘what’s got you all worked up today?’ sungchan asked when you guys were done, emerging from the bathroom with a towel.

‘these stupid exams have been stressing me out. i needed a break,’ you lay there as he took care of you, wiping you down gently without even telling him to.

‘don’t forget to close the door properly on your way out ,’ you yawned, rolling on to your side as you pulled the cover over your now clothed body.

sungchan frowned. he wasn’t ready to leave your presence just yet.

‘kicking me out already? you’re so cruel,’ he pouted, but you didn’t even move a muscle.

‘why else would you stick around? you’ve done your job,’ your eyes were still closed and you shifted a little till you were facing away from him.

it stung, how little you seemed to care about him outside of the bedroom.

you were always so cold, not hiding the fact that you only wanted him for one thing.

but he was the one that chose to stick around despite all of this, so there was no use in complaining now.

‘sleep well pretty, i’ll see you around,’ his voice was soft, pressing a kiss on your forehead before slowly preparing himself to leave.

this was always the worst part. taking his time just in case you would stir and tell him that you changed your mind, that you wanted him to stay over, to wrap you in his embrace.

but you never did.

so he would sulk as he walked through your dimly lit apartment, still making sure to lock the door after so that you were safe.

he would spend the whole night unable to sleep, because all he could do was think about you.

any sane person would have walked away a long time ago.

his friends were constantly in his ear, begging him to see the light, to see that you just weren’t good for him.

but try as they might, once your name flashed across his screen, that one text had enough power to get him bolting over to your place, waiting on your commands.

it wasn’t like he was stupid.

he knew that your presence was like poison, dangerous, fatal, but he just couldn’t resist your dangerous allure.

he was aware of the harm that this relationship was causing him, or albeit the lack of one, yet he struggles to break free.

you were bad for him, but that only made him want you more.

it exposed a tantalising paradox- a love for someone that was so toxic, yet so intoxicating.

it was a nuanced emotional battlefield, where the very thing that harms sungchan, also provided such addictive pleasure.

there was a certain level of romantic masochism on his part, threading the fine line between pain and pleasure.

knowing that it affected him greatly, his days spent yearning for you, your being occupying every crevice of his brain.

yet he showed unwavering commitment to pursuing more from you.

that was why it was so easy for him to head straight over to yours, leaving practice early, just to spend time with you.

you looked a lot more tired today, flopping onto the bed but not really saying anything.

‘rough day?’ he asked you and you nodded, massaging your temples.

‘don’t worry, i’ll make you feel better,’ he promised you, and within seconds he dropped to his knees, pulling you toward the edge of your bed.

he would never admit it, but sometimes you rendering him in this position, him beneath you as he lapped at you like you contained the elixir of life, it was enough to make him rock hard.

he rubbed small circles on your thighs, discarding your shorts and pushing your panties to the side, too eager to take them off properly.

he adored hearing you sigh, moving closer to his face and you felt him smile against you.

yet you needed more.

sungchan was tender, slow kisses, delicate licks, but it did nothing to satiate the pit burning in your stomach.

so you did what you knew best to get the desired outcome.

manipulation.

reaching for your phone, you decided now was the best time to respond back to eunseok’s flirty message, even giggling just to catch sungchan’s attention.

at first he was too focused on your pussy, but when he heard that laugh he peered up from where he was kneeling, brows furrowing.

‘who told you to stop,’ you grab his chin, enjoying the way his jaw ticks.

‘who are you texting?’ he asked.

‘eunseok. he wants to come see me tonight.’

‘why would you text another guy when i’m on my knees for you,’ he pouts, now gripping your legs with a bit more aggression.

‘you’re not doing your job babe, that’s why. eunseok’s much better at eating me out than you are anyways,’ you taunted, watching on to see if he would take the bait.

you reach for your shorts, about to pull them on.

‘don’t you dare. i’ll show you how much better i am than that eunseok guy,’ determination shone in his eyes as he resumed back to his previous position, missing the wicked smile on your lips.

he drew orgasm after orgasm out of you, the bottom half of his face practically soaked but it didn’t stop him.

‘sungchan, no more please,’ you whined, pulling him by his hair, trying to angle your hips away from him.

‘i’m not done,’ his words were muffled but you could make out what he was saying, the low vibration of his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

‘i-can’t. can’t take anymore,’ your breathing was laboured, legs closing around his head as your body practically lifted off the mattress.

‘yes you can. one more for me pretty, you know you can do it,’ he reached out for your hand, smiling as you weakly nod, head falling back onto your pillow.

you felt the coil in your stomach snap, practically shaking as you came down from your climax.

‘that was amazing,’ you compliment him, fingers still intertwined as he gets up.

‘better than eunseok?’

‘yes sungchan, even better than him,’ you rolled your eyes, gesturing towards the flannel conveniently placed on your bedside table.

It wasn’t much, but he felt like he accomplished something that night.

Nothing could wipe the smile off of his face, not even when you tried to usher him out of your room again.

‘Let me make us some food, i know you’re hungry,’ and normally you would have declined, but to reward him you caved in.

‘You know where everything is,’ you let him get to it whilst you sat up with your phone in bed.

the occasional sounds of pots and pans, the whistle of the kettle, utensils being clanged against each other, offered an odd sense of comfort to you.

it wasn’t often that you let sungchan stay long after your hookups, after all if you gave him an inch he would take the whole mile.

but today you let him do whatever he wanted.

‘i’m good at it, aren’t i?’ sungchan was smug, gesturing towards the bowl of ramen, decorated with egg, vegetables and some chicken.

‘it’s decent,’ you shrugged, refusing to feed his ego and you saw that stupid pout form on his face.

he held your words with such high regard, hanging on to them like they were sacred and was constantly seeking your approval.

all this would do is make you feel even more arrogant, his mood dependent on whether you said pretty words to him or not.

‘i’ve had better that’s all.’

‘give it back then, since you won’t appreciate it,’ he reached forward for your food but you were too quick, raising the bowl closer to your lips to slurp the broth.

‘calm down baby boy, i never said it was inedible.’

he grinned, knowing it was the closest thing to a compliment, so he sat with his head in his hands and stars in his eyes as you finished the food he made you, his heart warming.

moments like these, where in your own special way you felt domestic, were sungchan’s ray of hope.

maybe one day you would wake up and realise that you liked it just as much as he did.

this sliver of optimism is what kept him clinging on to you.

a repeated confession of love in the face of harm- giving weight to the idea that love, at its most potent, can be lethal.

tet, the seduction of that very lethality is what keeps him ensnared.

sungchan conjures up a love so necessary, it rivals sustenance, providing a satisfaction that can’t be garnered from healthier sources.

your meetings, as much as a balm as it is a blade, continued to beg the question of why he gravitated towards something that hurt him.

‘she’s just playing around with you, someone like that would never be in a relationship,’ his best friend shotaro told him but he just wouldn’t listen.

‘don’t you want better for yourself?’ is the question that wonbin would propose to him.

but what could possibly be better than drowning between your thighs. or getting lost in the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him.

the entanglement of hurt and pleasure, it fueled the drive to feel something, even when that feeling was suffering.

of course there were times where he would lay awake at night wishing he could hold you.

he would feel his self confidence drop anytime he spotted you with another guy, drowning his sorrows as he drank until he became accustomed to the pain in his throat.

the image of you remained permanently ingrained in his mind, unable to move on or give anyone else a chance.

It had to be you.

he just needed you to come to the same realisation; that the both of you were meant to be together forever.

‘sungchan, stop teasing,’ you were laid out under him, arm tugging on his biceps as he rolled his hips agonisingly slow into you, hands coming around your throat.

‘say it,’

‘stop. fucking. playing,’ you were barely able to speak, the pressure around your neck making you lightheaded. But you loved it.

‘say it. tell me that you love me,’ the look in his eye was unexplainable, a mixture of devotion and wickedness.

he loved the feeling of having you at his mercy, squirming underneath him as he changed the dynamic between you both.

you violently shook your head, desperately bucking your hips up to try and meet his, needing to bring back the feeling that had been building up in your lower stomach.

‘i can do this all night my love. you know i would love to stay buried in your sweet pussy forever,’ his filthy words made your walls clench around him and he let out a soft moan.

‘be a good girl and listen to me. that is if you want to cum tonight.’

you were extremely stubborn usually, but somehow sungchan was always able to reduce you down to a whining mess, all coherent thoughts flying out of your head.

you would never in a million years utter those words willingly, but the feeling of his grip tightening on you, the sadistic smile he had on his face as he looked down at you, the way his chain was swinging like a pendulum just above your eyes was causing you to short circuit.

‘fuck. i- i love you,’ you choked out, just wanting him to resume fucking you and release all of your pent up frustration.

‘say it again for me baby,’ he picked up his pace a little, his hands giving your throat another squeeze and you couldn’t contain the moan that left your lips.

‘i- i-fuck- i fucking love you sungchan,’ your back arched, orgasm building up as your nails began to dig into his back, the pleasure becoming too much.

‘good girl. i knew you loved me too,’ he lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, hitting even deeper than he was before and your eyes rolled.

‘fuck i’m so close,’ you whined, scratching at his shoulder blade, leg coming around his waist to pull him in even closer.

‘feels so good.’

‘i know angel, i know. let it all out,’ he coaxed you through your first orgasm of the night, your body violently shaking, juices spraying him as your mouth hung open.

‘good girl. do you think you can do that for me a couple more times,’ he gave you no chance to gather yourself, setting such a brutal pace that tears welled in your eyes.

‘don’t cry pretty, just take it,’ he cooed, kissing your salty tears, his lips by your ear as he lifted your leg just a bit higher.

‘you like it, don’t you baby. Look at how fucking deep i am.’

‘nobody can fuck you like i do. nobody knows how to make you cry out like i can.’ his palm pressed down on your lower stomach and you were sure that the world around you was starting to fade in and out.

‘i bet you want to feel like this forever. you want me too don’t you, i know you’re lying when you say you don’t do relationships.’

his words were falling onto deaf ears, your mind so far gone that it was like you were hearing static, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out incoherent noises every once in a while.

‘might have to put a baby in you, maybe then you’ll stop being stubborn and stay with me,’ he chuckled when he felt your walls flutter around him.

sungchan knew that as soon as this was over you would go back to your usual cold demeanour, but for now he revelled in the way you so easily submitted to him, nodding along to what he was saying, clawing at his bicep to bring him closer to you.

it wasn’t the brightest idea, but he reckoned if he fucked you well enough, it would convince you to rethink your reservations about being in a committed relationship.

anything to keep you around.

like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to you.

so he allowed himself to be delusional, whispering dirty thoughts in your ear all night, fucking you harder and harder till you were reduced to a whining mess, shaking as you tried with the little strength you had to push him away, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

his heart tangled in a web of longing and despair.

you could break his heart into tiny little pieces and he would still pick them up and put them back in your hands.

his very own poison and antidote, all in one.

[skeleton-mischief]

Error Sans

The harbinger of destruction, the pain of fulfilling your duty will never go away. Error, you were never meant to be happy

(headcanons below. TW: mentions suicidal ideation and attempts but very lightly touched upon)

- Official Height is 5'6

- He/They/It

- Despite everything, he follows Fate, a theist

- Cynical, erratic, sarcastic, cunning, confident, blunt, perceptive, loud, easily irritable, distrustful, detached, stubborn, theatrical, reserved, cocky, sassy, violent, and self interested

- Makes bracelets for those he tolerates (Blooper. Just Blooper)

- Has dolls for every Sans and Papyrus

- Plays with his dolls regularly, even making shows out of it

- Does not let anyone touch his dolls without permission

- Is fluent in Spanish because of Undernovela

- Hardly ever dresses up, he likes the clothes he has

- He can act childish when angered easily, but calms down overtime

- Hates Fresh, a very specific fear

- Has a mutual hate but respect for Ink

- Has only ever truly befriended Blooper

- Carries a lot of mixed emotions for the Multiverse

- Carries the burden of being the destroyer of timelines and universes. Yes, he has to destroy as many as possible, there is only so much space in the multiverse

- Is actually quite lonely, with very faint memories of his past

- Has dreams of other versions of him, but can never find them. They haunt him, whether because they're good or awful

- Does not like touch unless it's from someone very specific, and only then he can only handle small amounts of it

- Has beef with Red, the two trash talk each other

- Will steal chocolate from other universes, absolutely loves almost any of it except white chocolate

- Has a strange but strong liking for Outertale, it's better than the void

- Does not like small, cramped spaces or the emptiness of voids

- HARDLY ever shows vulnerability in front of others despite how emotionally unwell he is, if he does it's against his will or he's too emotionally distressed to hide it

- Emotional Constipation is his last name

- Erratic and violent fighting style, he's unpredictable and often is emotionally driven

- Curses but funnily has a habit of having his glitches censor it

- Is far from a pacifist, he's never spared someone from a timeline due to the suffering it could inflict on their mental state(Well...except Blooper)

- Glitches the more angry he gets until he just straight up crashes

- Can act like a man baby when arguing with Ink

- Knits and crochets, he's actually pretty good

- Wears sandals (sadly)

- Awkwardly supportive of Blooper

- Talks to himself or his dolls out of loneliness sometimes

- Will ramble about Undernovela because it's a special interest, no one can disrespect it

- Magic smells of battery acid, magic tastes of artificial blue raspberry with a tinge of apple

- Very direct, he is one of the least deceitful Sanses due to not bothering to hide his intentions. After all, he's THE destroyer of universes, timelines, etc

- He is awful at apologizing, but he puts in effort when he does it since he never apologizes unless he feels that they are deserving of it

- Let's others judge him even if he doesn't like it, since it feels like they're right

- Incapable of dying, even when he has tried a few times to kill himself

- His stringed features are glitched tears that stained him. They originally hurt, but not much anymore since he got used to it

- A God, capable of destroying any soul. It's why he can't "dust" Ink or Fresh, however, along with Nightmare or Dream

- Is only a fan of Outertale and OG Undertale

- Stargazes a lot, it's something he does when he needs to reflect or needs comfort

- Has red reading glasses that are taped together, but he still has them nonetheless and uses them occasionally

- He has smacked his own glasses on Blooper when Blooper was originally Blue. He later gave Blooper their own pair

- Has a fear of touch so he has to be the one to initiate it. Even then he can't tolerate it and glitches out. He gets shaken up and the most he can do is use his puppets or offering his pinky as a way to "hold hands" with Blooper

- Nearsighted canonically so he squints his eyes a lot

- He dreads Fresh's company as he's the only one that can snap him out of his serious nature out of distress of his presence

- He has actively ran away from Fresh

- He steals shit all the time and I mean all the fucking time. He can't create so he has to get shit to fill the void somehow!

- He stalks Vanilla and other timelines of UT

- If he was able to destroy every AU, then he'd finally be able to kill himself. Thus, he could finally rest. For now, he just has to think about what it would be like to die and to be dead

- He is chaotic neutral, so he will work with others if it benefits him somehow, though this happens to be rare

- Has memory issues at times and reminds himself with little notes around the antivoid with string

- Has thrown many tantrums before, even throwing Ink a few times because he was angry

- Ink and him when battling is filled with snarky banter despite neither being able to properly die, he just is more sarcastic than Ink

- Cats are the only animal he can touch and then rapidly pet and squish. He secretly loves them

- He will dress up in this pink scarf he got ahold of and he will play dress up when bored

- Magic is infused with his crocheted items and bracelets, which can have different intent depending on his emotions and even count as "marking" someone

- Hates scissors because of Ink

- One out of two to know Ink is soulless, he actively taunts him as well for it

- He actually associates the fear of touch, haphephobia, to be what he has. I hc that because all the touch he's experienced has been violent, he's developed his fear of it. He developed it if you will, and there would have to be a lot of patience before he lets someone close enough

- He actually loves certain puns and jokes, especially if he favors the person saying it at the time

- He prefers long distance combat since he can use his strings more effectively. He's not the most physically strong, but he has a few perks of summoning bones and teleporting/glitching in and out of one location

- When he sees something new, he just stares and prods at it

- If he gets too close to something with tech, it will start to glitch out and form static due to his magic despite the involuntary act

- He's the type of guy to turn around if someone points and says Fresh or Ink are present, actively falling for it just enough to let someone narrowly escspe

- He'll throw a fit if someone tries running away from him

- Sometimes he can reboot, and this leaves him vulnerable at the worst of times. He doesn't actually have a pattern for why it happens, but he goes ragdoll because of it

- He believes that what he's doing as the Destroyer is just, especially because he knows the consequences of why it would be important for him to stop the collision of universes

- He targets most AU's that are small, lack content due to its abandoned creator, or self destroying AU's because they're easier to eliminate without Ink actively noticing too much. He doesn't really go for active AU's unless Nightmare, Dream, or Ink fucked it up via fighting and destroying things. I actually have my own hc for Blooper and how he came to be in Error's possession, but that's for another time. Let's just say it wasn't a kidnapping, but rather a mercy

- His strings become thicker when crying, spilling out and causing him to glitch out without the inability to stop - even if it physically hurts him

- His voice often speeds up or reverberates, especially when stressed or excited

- He's very stubborn and has tried killing both Nightmare and Dream respectfully at some point or another, but he can be bribed with the right price

- He can hear creators and anons inside the void, whispers loud enough to echo in his skull especially when alone. A constant hum where he'd have to pay attention in order to understand all of them. When traveling to other universes or timelines, he can only faintly hear them and tune them out easier

- He doesn't realize that Fatal and Geno are past forms of him, but he recognizes it and in fact I hc that they hardly interact because they actively are constantly glitching in and out inside the anti void. It's a weird science, but it's like a constant blinking within the coding that caused the very slim chance of these skeletons to meet. Memory gaps are present to begin with because they never have the previous memories to begin with, at least...somewhat. Coding is a bitch after all, and one never can erase their past

- He is suspicious of anyone trying to get along with him, building trust between him and you is nearly impossible unless through bribery or a deal. In Blooper's case, it was a special exception

- If something doesn't go his way, he is an active bomb going off with how he's altering the world around him. He'll destroy anything within his vicinity and has even reached points where he alters his surroundings via glitching. I headcanon that with enough charged magic, he can cause massive glitching that starts to "eat" an AU or timeline, which makes the fighting more intense between the Gods

- If he likes someone, which would be practically never, he'll glare at them and side eye them without actively threatening their life. He'll and be more quiet, watching you

- He will use his strings to bend souls to his will, whether that was to make monsters fight, be restricted, or to dust the soul. He used to make some souls go into the anti void as a trophy to be hung above him with string, but not anymore. At some point he stopped being delusional about having to be the Destroyer, and just-....gave up trying to find pleasure with it. He's actually never really enjoyed destroying worlds, especially because he used to want to go back to his original one and knows that he's forever erasing something so special. He's just forced by Fate and desperation to actually do his job. In truth, he hÆt3s Fate

- He doesn't let others see him inside their timelines when he's traveling, stalking, etc. he's les social, but also just doesn't find himself to be a presence anyone wants to be around. He knows why he's there, and even if he doesn't destroy that world, it's easier to just hide

- He's on the aroace spectrum, and mainly just wants to be alone due to his own trauma. I think he would be aroace before, but that trauma just was an extra shove towards avoiding any romantic or sexual attraction/interests

- One thing that he feels extremely guilty for is what happened to Blooper, or originally a Swap Sans. In my hc, I actually think the reason he was left alone was because of a war happening, which caused him to try and keep him safe but ended up being gone for too long. Even when Blooper was losing it, causing havoc, he couldn't bring it in himself to hurt the one person he cared for intentionally even if he already did unintentionally. (DW though, things were resolved at some point)

- He loves Coraline or any odd little movie like that, because when Undernovela isn't playing he likes to watch them. Coraline just has cool dolls, symbolism, and overall fun animation to him. Don't let anyone find out however because he'll never trust you again

Closing Notes: heourghg....OURGH....groughg.....

Okay seriously though he's always been my bbg, my beloved, ohhhhhh my stars do I love him and want him to be okay he makes me so sick

[vay99]

Loki x reader

I hated that I love you

Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie

The God of deceit and the God of fidelity, polar opposites, destined to hate one another. Which is why you're avoiding Loki as much as possible, while Loki, well...

"Oh if that's not the Queen of honesty." Loki appeared out of nowhere, floating above your head.

"And in all honesty, I'd love to strangle you right now because your timing is as awful as ever." you snap, picking up your pace a little.

"Busy? You? With what could you be busy?"

"Planning your funeral." you respond shortly, shoving his head away.

"Ouch, that huuuurt y/n." he dramatically bends over, holding his chest as if you just broke his heart. "But how would you survive without me?"

"Without a headache that's constantly following me like a dog I'd suppose."

"Oh no, you're making you way to earth again?" Loki groans, seeing the portal not far away.

"Yeah, because unlike you I use my abilities to help humans. Which means to tidy up the mess you leave behind every time you decide to visit your, how you call it, 'playground'."

"Oh~ So that means without me you'd have nothing to do on earth? How sweet of you to admit that you need me." he lands in front of you, squeezing your cheeks.

"I need you to stop touching my cheeks before I rip your hands off." you slap them away, escaping through the earth portal.

"Annoying her won't ever get boring~"

After a few days you returned, immediately searching for your friend Buddha, knowing that Loki will leave you alone since he can't stand the Buddhist God.

"Seems like you had a successful trip." Buddha jokes, eating his basket full of candy you brought him from earth.

"Sure, because making humans honest and polite is done in a week." you scoff, falling onto the green grass, taking in the scent of wildflowers around you. "I wish they'd understand."

"You still talking about humans?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

Watching you with a piercing stare Buddha continues eating. "So you don't know it yet, mhm."

"What don't I know? Buddha? Hey come on, answer me!" you demand, trying to snatch the sweet out off his hands to get an answer out of him.

Since he won't tell, you've decided to just relax and enjoy the sunny day, before heading back to your room in the evening.

On your way back you feel that all the stress has left your body, that's until...

"Oh, look who's back~"

"I should've just stayed there." you grumble to yourself, wanting to teleport yourself away, but sadly that's Lokis specialty.

"Did you miss me?" Loki chuckles, standing right in your way.

"Sure, so much that I could cry right now." you say, trying to get past him.

"But I wouldn't want you to cry darling~"

"I've seen you make babies cry."

"Well, you're not a baby." he explains, as if that's something that should comfort you.

"You've got serious issues." you pat his shoulder before pushing him out of your way by this movement.

"I've been to Psychologists before, the greatest of mankind, guess why they all went insane." he skips besides you with a chuckle on his lips.

"So you were that! Do you know how much work it was to get them out of the psychiatry!?" you shout, knowing just how much easier your life would be if Loki would stop getting in your way. "Why do you always have to destroy my work?!"

"Without me you wouldn't have anything to do though." he reasons, telling the truth for once.

That's when you remember something Buddha told you once before 'The universe needs balance, where there's light, there will be shadows, when there is happiness there will be sadness, honesty and lies, love and hate, fear and bravery. That's what the God's are for.'

"I need you..."

"I'm sorry, what?" caught off guard by that confession he looks at you with wide eyes.

"I need you."

"Aww, are you finally-"

"No, I mean that I need you. You're the opposite of me, I need you to bring balance onto earth. It's impossible to make all humans honest and polite, without you this world wouldn't work!"

"So..." he blinks a few times, sorting the new information he just got. "You need me, as God of deceit?"

"Yes!"

"Not as Loki?"

"Where is the difference?" you ask, crossing your arms in front of your body.

"None, of course, I'm just joking." he laughs, flipping himself upside down into the air.

You're watching him in silence, wondering if he forgot what one of your abilities are.

"Loki? Even though you're basically the God of lies I can still see if you're lying or not."

"You're wrong then." he keeps his act up, ruffling your hair to confuse you.

"I always hated you."

"You..." Lokis face gives it all away, no lies, no mask, just for a split second his emotions are clear to see.

"I hated you." you repeat yourself, watching Loki land on his feet again. You have told him to die before, yet thus felt worse because unlike usually you have a stern look on your face. "I hated what you did to everyone around you, and yet there were moments I felt as if I talked to another person. You're barely ever Loki gut the God of deceit. So go ahead and guess which one I hate."

"I am both so either way you hate me." he spits back, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The God of deceit and the God of fidelity are polar opposites, needing the other to exist. Loki and y/n have a personality." you start to walk past him. "Took me some time to realize how we fit together, so take your time as well."

Once you've reached your room you sink into the ground. "How the hell did Buddha know before even I did?"

Since that day you haven't heard of Loki, he has dissappeared info thin air. And you hate to admit but you miss his teasings, your bickering and how you knew exactly how to push the others buttons. Yeah, you did wanna strangle him most of the time but you never did. Each time the two of you threatened the other it was clear to both of you that this was not going to happen.

"If this is taking him any longer than I'll just smash his head into a wall until his brain functions again." you groan, done with searching through every part of heaven to find him.

"It only took me one day but I used the other six to panic." the voice you've missed more than you'd admit right now calls out.

"Loki!? Where the hell have you been?" you turn around, unsure whether to hug him or push him into the fountain behind him.

"I hid from you!"

"Thousands of years you came as close as possible to invade my personal space and the second I tell you that this could work out you disappear!" you let your frustration out.

"Okay so that's really what you meant and my ears weren't playing a trick on me." Loki rubs his temples before taking a deep breath. "Listen. I'm bad at this, you should know, out of all God's." he rubs the back of his neck, staring at his feet. "I think that the God of deceit and the God of fidelity work as opposites while y/n and Loki work as, as in a, like a us?"

"Yeah you gotta practice on that one sweetheart."

"Sweetheart????" he looks up to you, still a pink blush decorating his cheeks.

"Awww, this is already a great start!" you cup his cheeks.

"Okay, whatever." he resigns, melting into your touch.

"What's just happening?" you ask, watching the usually loud and sarcastic Loki become quiet and sweet.

"You made my personality take a whole flip so guess why I panicked." he mutters, rubbing his face against your hands like a cat.

"Yeah I'd panic too right now if you weren't so adorable." you hold back a chuckle, earning his death glare, which is a very mild from once directed at you.

"Shut up, your touch feels nice!" he whines, turning himself into a black cat.

"You really think you're gonna get more cuddles if you look like that?" you cross your arms. "You know what, there's plenty of kittens at Buddha's place, let me just-" you turn around to leave.

"No." Loki hugs you from behind, his old self again. Oh well, maybe not his old old self. "Why hang with this peace loving hippie. I will turn the world into hell for you to rescue, who else would do that?"

"This is oddly the most romantic sentence I've ever heard leaving your mouth." you laugh, leaning backwards into his touch. This will definitely be a rough ride, but at least with Loki it won't ever get boring.

[undercity-princess]

This was heavily inspired by the song 'Your stupid face' by Kaden Mackay. I love the song, give it a listen!

I just had to make this lightcannon

'Please Pow, only one day. Take her to the under city, keep her safe and bring her back in one piece.'

'Why me?'

'She needs to find some magical thingy and if it's buyable somewhere, then in Zaun! And she can't be safer than being guarded by the biggest danger!'

'Ewww you sound like sheriff cupcake! Was it her idea?'

'Does it matter? Come on, if you do this, I'll make it possible for you to come topside and work with Victor! Deal?'

Jinx groaned in response. Vi had found her one weak point.

'Kaaaay, hope she ain't talky'

That's how Jinx ended up in the undercity with Luxanna Crownguard. A living speck of sunshine. Most men and a good portion of women oogled her, kids and elderly smiled at her. And she had the gall to actually smile back.

And god's was this girl talky! Blubbering all the time, making jokes as if they were friends! Jinx would have preferred the polite shyness, but somehow the prissy princes blossomed in her vicinity.

Her laugh was like a warning claxon, shrill and addled with loud snorts. Jinx would take a day on Singed's examination desk over this any day.

At least she could get rid of her in the evening.

Maybe Lux wasn't that bad. People liked her because she was pretty, Jinx had to admit that. And she had this aura around her that made it really hard to be in a bad mood. Her wonder about just everything she saw reminded Jinx of a baby poro.

Lux entered a store and Jinx waited outside. At least her scowl came back at that moment, but when the blonde came back, her face betrayed her and the Zaunite smiled (against her conscious will).

'Not a moody brooder anymore? You look way cuter when you smile! Glad you finally have fun' Lux laughed

'I'm not cute, I'm the most dangerous terrorist here, bane to both twin cities. And I'm only here to ensure your safety, not for fun!'

Awww shit. She had to lie already .

When the evening came she led Lux and her magical trinket over the bridge and disappeared without a word. Gone and done. No goodbye, no questions to meet again or whatever. Clean cut.

Except that it wasn't, at least not for Jinx. Somehow blondie had wormed herself into Jinx's cold heard.

But stupid her had to make herself as unlikable as possible, being rude, gross and silent, even when Lux had tried to spark a conversation.

She found herself close to the bridge, always high up to spot shining armour. Not that there was any chance right? She had forcefully warded off the one person who really tried to befriend her.

She went home.

A knock on her window, late at night, she opened it cautiously.

'Lux?'

'Hi, Jinx!'

'What are you doing here?'

'You ran off without saying goodbye'

'I didn't run away! It was a... Strategic retreat!'

'I want to talk about it, about us'

'There's nothing to talk, no us, I jinxed it, I always do!'

'But are you sorry for your... Strategic retreat?'

'Yes of course, but...'

'Then I forgive you!'

'What?! But... You can't just... If you forgive me it will just be another chance to ruin it!'

'No. Because I think I might have fallen in love with you, Jinx.'

'... But... You should hate me for being rude! Or don't care for me at all!'

No one loved Jinx, everyone hated her, including herself. The best she could ever get was being tolerated. She stared at Lux, looking for trickery or deceit in her eyes, but only found nervous sincerity.

'But you do know who I am and what I've done?'

'Yeah and... I've got a whole list myself...'

This was stupid, she'd only drag the pretty girl down, make her worse, taint her... She'd....

'We could make it work, if you'd want to. I would love that' Lux looked up and smiled at Jinx who felt like seeing the sun rise just for her.

'I'd like that too, Lux.'

Maybe it was stupid, but Jinx couldn't shake the warm feeling of being wanted, of someone giving her the chance.

Even if Lux was too pretty and her laugh was obnoxious, Jinx wouldn't give her away for anything and break all hell loose to make them work.

[eternitas]

The Unseen Varia -Profiles

(it's been way too fucking long and this is long overdue so here we go)

Ava Muramasa

Basic Info:

Full Name: Ava Squalo (Muramasa is an alias)

Nickname: Baby/Young Shark, Goldfish (by Lorenzo, derrogatory)

Age: 16 / 26 [TYL]

Birthday: 08. October

Gender/Pronouns: cis male, he/him

Sexuality: homosexual / gay

Ethnicity: italian

Height: 170cm

Flametype: Rain (veeery weak secondary Storm flame)

Weapon of Choice: Katana (named Hokori)

Affiliation: Varia, Rain Division

Position: Second in Command, Squalos right hand

Languages: italian (+ Sign Language), spanish, japanese, german, french, english (+ Sign Language), russian, croatian, portugese

Strengths: Composed and collected, focused, determined, compasionate, driven, calm, deceitful

Weaknesses: easily angered by Lorenzo, a bit idealistic, unflexible in his modus operandi, prideful

Character Summary:

Ava is very different from his brother Superbi, who is rather boisterous and in your face. While Superbi is calm and collected when the chips are down and he is in private, Ava is the exact opposite. He is polite and friendly on the outside, but harbors a deeply twisted side that only few ever know of. He is calm and collected most of the time, seemingly in control of himself and his emotions, but when his buttons are pushed they are pushed. Then Ava can become incredibly emotional. Angry, vengeful, sadistic, hateful, jealous, even freaked out. However such moments are very rare. Also a very important aspect of him is that he has a deep connection to his brother Superbi, who he adores and almost worships. He is clingy towards his brother and will do anything for his sake, be it to others or himself. Superbi is the only tether to sanity that Ava has and if anything happens to him, his emotions will completely take over him and send him on a complete murder spree. Towards friends he is warm and compassionate, towards comrades, practical and understanding, offering a hand when necesary, but also being very aware of others strength and capabilities.

Background:

Ava was born as the second son of a mafia broker and a florist. His parents died when he was still a small toddler so he does not remember them well, however he remembers his big brother very clearly. Superbi gave Ava to their uncle while he persued a life in the mafia, not knowing that their uncle would not let Ava grow up without scars. Ava was not treated well at his uncles place. He was mostly tasked with chores and had to be quiet and out of the way. When he asked about his brother and when he'd come back his uncle would just brush it off and not give a clear answer, growing increasingly annoyed and letting his frustration out on Ava. In that time Ava actually falls in love with a TV show of an adventure party of which one was a Samurai. The swordsman somehow made him think of his brother so Ava tried to imitate the movements and secretly trained his body, as the few things he WAS told about his brother was that he was a swordfighter in the mafia.

At around age 12, after once again asking when Squalo might come visit, his uncle snaps, becoming violent towards Ava who manages to knock his uncle out, due to mostly luck, Ava grabs his things and runs from "home", deciding to go and find Squalo. On his journey he manages to somehow come by offering cleaning and chore services for training. At age 14 he tracks down his brother at the Varia and takes it's member exam that he passes, even if barely. Squalo is at first hesitant to accept Ava as a member, but can not escape Ava demanding a proper talk. The brothers reconcile and Ava officially becomes Squalos pupil, slowly working himself up the ranks until he becomes Second in Comand.

Fighting Style:

Ava fights with a katana, though he does not follow any specific school of style. In fact he has been shaped by Squalos training so that Ava would ingrain the basics of wielding a sword and then expand into his own swordstyle that he would design to his own needs (metaphorically speaking, Squalo taught him the TECHNIQUE of cooking, but left it up to Ava to figure out how to make recipes, season properly or combine ingredients). When asked what style or school he uses he usually answers it with "scuola di Squalo" which makes it ambiguous if he refers to the shark as an animal or his brother. Avas usually displayes a style that is precise, to the point and uses the least amount of movements as possible. He does not ever waste his energy on unnecesary maneuvers nor on intimidating tactics. If he needs once swing, he will do one swing. His goal is the kill or incapacitation of an enemy, not to have fun. That's what he has sparring with his comrades for. So studying Ava during missions is very different to seeing him spar, where he dares to be a bit more innovative and experimental. However Squalo has noted that Ava during his spars seems more true to himself and his real skill than the precision he shows during work. His swordfighting has been often deemed to be "fluid like water" and been described as "elegant", because he seemlessly combines his movements. It's hard to discern where one step starts and the next ends. This has solidified his reputation and nickname as a "(baby) shark" as it feels like he is completely at home in the fluid motions.

If a fight does in fact go on longer or needs endurance, Ava will use as much of his sword as possible, hilt, shaft, sheath, scabbard- just to keep the actual swings and cuts for very important openings he can either make or find. Though he tries to be as careful as possible with his sword and all it entails he does know that damage is sometimes unavoidable.

His box animal is a rainwolf by the name Haku, who Ava uses for reinforcement to keep other enemies at bay or to find a targets whereabout. He rarely fights WITH Haku.

The person he has the best synergy with is actually Lorenzo, even if Ava disagrees and says he fights best by his brothers side. He can easily act as a supporting player or go into complete offense, though if possible he will seek a direct one on one duel.

He is versed in hand to hand combat, however not proficient in it. He relies mostly on his swordfighting, but he isn't entirely helpless should he be disarmed.

He has no proficiency or practice with other weapons and feels only comfortable with lighter swords.

Trivia:

Being Squalos brother he often has to hear about his position being due to nepotism and more often than not he is challenged to duels by other members, though after a while these duels are initiated by newer members who do not heed seniors advice to not duel the tiny shark as he is just as vicious as his brother. Nono, the Varias primary medic refuses to treat any and all wounds sustained from these duels.

Ava has a fascination with japan and its culture especially its long history of swordsmanship, which is why he took on the name "Muramasa" and picked up the Katana. This also shows in the name of his sword "Hokori" (Pride) and later his box weapon the rain wolf "Haku" (White)

The sword he wields was reforged from the blade Squalo used to defeat Tyr and was a celebeatory present to Ava for becoming his right hand. Therefor he dubbed it "Hokori" (Pride)

Avas primary hobby is tea. He likes preparing and drinking tea and gets personally offended at others not drinking or preparing it properly.

Ava is the only one aside from Lussuria that dares call Squalo "Squ". When they are alone and interact soley as brothers, Ava does ocassionaly call him by his first name "Superbi"

Despite having no real memories of their parents, Squalo says that Ava tends to resemble their mother more, while Squalo feels himself more to resemble their father which he utterly hates.

Due to his rather soft face Ava is often mistaken for a girl and later even becomes the Varia special officer for undercover, for missions that can not be done through illusions. This is where he lures people in while crossdressing, to then assassinate them the moment their guard is down. However he is very secure in his gender.

Ava and Takeshi actually meet before anyone else meets the unseen Varia, when Squalo trains him and they have a rather even match. Ava is actually the first one to force Yamamoto to expand his technique catalogue

Jirou and Haku are good friends as their owners are.

Ava has been noted by Squalo to be held back by their kinship as Ava keeps hanging to the title of his "little brother" too much to allow himself to fully grow and evolve as a human being and swordsman.

[robinwithay]

I'm mean this very /gen, but I've seen a lot of posts recently talking about how fans need to think more about Aziraphale and not baby Crowley and based on these posts fans seem heavily skewed towards Crowley but... I'm hardly in this Fandom, I pop in from time to time to see art and fic and meta for like a week or two, go away for a bit, and then come back and check in again, and generally what I've seen more than anything, is posts about Aziraphale and his trauma and why he's suffering the most and Crowley should have Done Better and Aziraphale Defense no matter what, any aziraphale critique seen as hate...

So I'm not sure where this disconnect is happening. We're apparently seeing completely opposite sides of the Fandom, but it seems like the overwhelming majority. So I see posts that are like, okay let's focus more on Aziraphale, and I'm like, that's literally all I'm seeing......this isn't meant to start something, bc I honestly am curious how this is happening and how everyone is either miscommunicating or idk something

hi anon! first of all, sorry it took me so long to get to this ask - it's partly because i really don't know the answer. i've spoken to others about this phenomenon of everyone seeming to only see the opposite of whatever "side" they've personally chosen, and it does seem to happen a lot. i have a theory it's partially confirmation bias - as in people ignore what they see that agrees with what they already think, and only focus on/remember what doesn't because they want to believe there is opposition to their opinion - partially temporal (maybe especially temporal for you, if you only dip in and out!) - as in more people have come around to seeing Aziraphale's side of things the more time has passed after the initial pain of s2 making a lot of people side more with Crowley - and partially that there is a real divide.

personally, i think that choosing "sides" between two characters who love each other is...silly. i think both of them were wrong and right in different ways, they both hurt each other, and they both have some development they need to do to forgive and earn each other's forgiveness.

however, i do think there was a huge initial wave of hatred thrown at Aziraphale that some folks are still very much riding. since season 1, i think Crowley has always been the fandom favourite, and i say that in full appreciation of the fact that in terms of fandom, the GO fandom is a rare one where the disparity between fandom favourites is much smaller than in most. plenty of people love Aziraphale, but he doesn't tend to get the same treatment as Crowley. and it's understandable - Crowley is a sad wet cat of a demon, and people love an underdog, an antihero. i think a lot of folks really relate to Crowley in his bitterness, his depression, his resent. he's been treated badly, rejected, tossed aside, and persists regardless, and - unfortunately - a lot of people know how that feels. it helps that Crowley is very easy to read (despite his best efforts), especially to the audience. his motivations are clear and relatable.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is...kinda more complicated. he's generally operating on so many layers of deceit and denial that i don't know if he himself fully understands how he truly feels half the time - he's not honest about his emotions to the audience or himself. that doesn't make for an accessible, relatable character for most people, but for those with whom it resonates, it really resonates.

let me be clear: Crowley is not a bad character for being easier to read. Aziraphale is not a bad character for being harder to read. they're just different and appeal to different people.

[iguessitsjustme]

We have two shows currently airing that have a plot in which one of our leads has a fiancé. One of these shows is executing that plot well and the other…well it’s not even enjoyable to hate cause it’s so poorly executed.

Let’s talk about Wedding Plan first and why this plot isn’t working. I could write a whole series of essays on where and how this show has failed but for the sake of time and length I’ll try to keep it short. Lom got a little baby crush on a wedding planner and then decided to pursue him by hiring him for his wedding. That’s insane. Lom then proceeded to prove that he doesn’t actually care about Nuea by ignoring every time Nuea informed him that he loves his job and Lom was making his job damn near impossible and stressing him out.

Lom aggressively flirted with Nuea despite confirming multiple times that he loves Yiwa and plans on marrying her. Nuea was so confused and he constantly, constantly, brought up Lom’s engagement giving Lom multiple opportunities to come clean about the lavender marriage and tell Nuea the truth. Instead, Lom actively and intentionally lied to Nuea about his relationship with Yiwa. Even when Yiwa was pushing him to tell the truth. Lom decided that instead of telling Nuea the truth, he’d fuck him instead, and let Nuea feel all of the guilt that he knew Nuea would feel after that happened. Nuea had already made it clear to Lom and attempted to set a thousand boundaries because Nuea knew he shouldn’t fall in love with an engaged man and Lom bulldozed right over all of those boundaries because Lom only cared about how he felt about Nuea. He never cared about how Nuea felt about the situation. Cause if he did, he would have told Nuea the truth.

Now Jun & Jun is doing a similar plot with Choi Jun having a fiancé, though whether that’s current or in the past is unknown as well. But for the sake of argument, let’s assume that Choi Jun is currently engaged and Lee Jun just found out about it. Here are the key differences between this situation and whatever is going on in Wedding Plan: Choi Jun didn’t hire Lee Jun. Those two meeting again was a coincidence, an opportunity that Choi Jun pounced on every chance he got. I would also argue that Choi Jun’s flirting isn’t as aggressive. Sure, he’s forward and obvious, but Lee Jun also always has the ability to leave if he wants to take it. If Lee Jun wasn’t responding, Choi Jun would back off. The most important difference, however, is that Choi Jun hasn’t lied about his fiancé. In fact, he seemed confused by Lee Jun’s reaction to learning about his fiancé. It might seem obvious to Choi Jun that he loves her like a brother, and he might not even realize how Lee Jun could potentially misread the situation. And when it was obvious that Lee Jun had some sort of response to learning about the fiancé, Choi Jun went after him to talk about it. He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.

And that’s the difference: communication. Choi Jun is attempting to communicate and clear up the misunderstanding. Lom has made no attempts to communicate with Nuea. I can understand the miscommunication and how it came about in Jun & Jun, but I cannot find a single reason for Lom’s lies and deceit in Wedding Plan. And it would be so, so, so easy to fix in Wedding Plan but that’s a post for another day.

Ultimately it comes down to the reason for the miscommunication and the intent behind it. Lom’s intent was to lie and deceive Nuea for whatever reason (and saying to protect Yiwa and Marine doesn’t make sense because they were encouraging him to tell the truth and they are the ones that exposed the fake wedding to Im). Choi Jun’s intent was actually to be truthful. Lee Jun asked if they were engaged and he said “yes.” Choi Jun probably thought it was obvious that he was into Lee Jun and his fiancé was encouraged his pursuit of Lee Jun. Choi Jun might have been an idiot about it, but he never lied and again, he immediately attempted to clear up the misunderstanding.

This is the second time a show from Thailand and a show from South Korea have had similar plots but South Korea did it so well that it made the Thai show look even worse by comparison (looking at you The Promise. Our Dating Sim was so much better I can’t believe it’s the same plot). Is it my favorite plot in the world? No. Frankly, I’m not a huge fan, but I don’t mind it in Jun & Jun because the execution is so much better and it makes sense for the characters and it’s not prolonged for the sake of having a show. I can’t stand it in Wedding Plan because there is no discernible reason for Lom to have continuously lied to Nuea and his lies constantly hurt the man he proclaimed to love. I don’t know what the hell the show is selling but it sure as hell isn’t love. I want Choi Jun and Lee Jun to resolve this and I want to root for them. I do not want Lom and Nuea to resolve their issues and I want to actively root against them (and I do).

Tagging @pose4photoml cause you asked for my thoughts on this

[leiasources]

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻  𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬  𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑴𝑨  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.    a  compilation  of  sentence  starters  from  and  inspired  by  the  film  sweet  home  alabama.  potentially  triggering  themes  present.  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary  but  do  not  add  to  the  list.  thank  you!

‘ your dream for me was to get out of this place and be somebody... ’

‘ how come it has to be so complicated? the truth, life... this. ’

‘ i mean, who hasn't been embarrassed by their parents at one point or another? ’

‘ are you sure? are you really sure 'cause if you're not sure, we could just go back to the car. ’

‘ well, aren't you just a big, fat liar... ’

‘ what makes you think that you can treat them like something you stepped in in those fancy shoes? ’

‘ oh, what do you want, {name}? i don't even think you know. ’

‘ i'd forgotten how beautiful this place was. ’

‘ you're right. i have changed, i don't even know that person anymore. ’

‘ this certainly is a surprise, hearing from you, you know... you being a busy girl and all. ’

‘ i remember standing there, thinking, 'oh, preacher, hurry up before he changes his mind.' ’

‘ sometimes that man makes me so mad, i could just wring his neck. ’

‘ in my entire life, i have never met anyone so manipulative, so deceitful... ’

‘ oh, come on, it's not like anybody can keep a secret around here... ’

‘ nothing is going to come between me and my protege. ’

‘ no one is going to change my mind about this. not you, not the media, not anyone. ’

‘ that's all that matters to you, isn't it? the money, the labels... you're pathetic. ’

‘ just tell me what i can do to make you happy. ’

‘ i met somebody.. and they're quite a catch... ’

‘ i, um... actually, i was thinking maybe we could have the wedding here, in my hometown.. ’

‘ well, look what the cat dragged in... ’

‘ so, what put you in jail this time? ’

‘ i'm just saying, i saw the way you two were looking at each other. ’

‘ those people are the only family you got. get your butt back in that car, drive over and see them, and then maybe we'll talk. ’

‘ the girl i knew used to be fearless. ’

‘ have you thought about children? ’

‘ you know what? i think you're right. i have had enough. ’

‘ you know i hate surprises. what's going on? ’

‘ you're shitting me, right? ’

‘ will you marry me? ’

‘ you show up here, after years without so much as a 'hey there, {name}, remember me? your wife?' or a, 'hi, honey, lookin' good. how's the family?' ’

‘ it must be exhausting, living a lie... ’

‘ hi, honey! looking good. how's the family? ’

‘ guess we all have our little secrets, don't we? ’

‘ now, {name}, you can't just go breaking into peoples houses. ’

‘ what's going on? where are we? ’

‘ look at you, all fancy, you look like you just stepped out of a magazine. ’

‘ i thought that baby would be an adventure... and it took me a while to realize that would have been your only adventure. ’

‘ please tell me he has a flaw somewhere. ’

‘ it's funny how things don't work out. ’

‘ hot damn, do we miss you around here. ’

‘ nobody finds their soulmate when they're {number} years old. ’

‘ how about another round of drinks for my friends here? ’

‘ oh, i missed you alright, but at this range my aim is bound to improve. ’

‘ i can't believe you're still wearing that same stupid hat. ’

‘ i never meant to hurt you, or anybody else for that matter. ’

‘ if you think i'm going to let some girl talk you into getting married... ’

‘ would you mind terribly if we kept this to ourselves for a few days? ’

‘ i've dealt with an awful lot from you over the years. ’

‘ i thought you said you took care of this. ’

‘ she's not 'some girl', she's my fiancee. ’

‘ you and i are different. we're not better, we're not worse, we're just different. ’

‘ you and i are in love with entirely different people. ’

‘ you show up here and then you insult my friends, acting like you're better than them? ’

‘ what i need to know is if there is a place for me in your future. ’

‘ i was hoping to get an interview with you and your family, and maybe a few pictures, if you don't mind? ’

‘ oh, like you're going places... ’

‘ what are you doing with all that cash? why don't you invest it? ’

‘ when was the last time you pushed me around the dance floor? ’

‘ i think i had enough fun for one night. ’

‘ get out of here before you make me cry. ’

‘ don't get me started on the things that i don't understand. ’

‘ you can't believe everything you hear on tv. ’

‘ you owe me a dance. ’

‘ i'm happy in {location} but then i come down here and this fits too. ’

‘ oh, sweetie, you look tired. are you tired? ’

‘ i mean, how do you people live like this anyway? ’

‘ hold on, what are you doing with all that cash saved up? ’

‘ you are just like your father. ’

‘ no, not 'like old times', alright? times have changed. ’

‘ why didn't you tell me you came to {location}? ’

‘ all of a sudden i just... i needed a different life. ’

‘ this is one of those disasters waiting to happen. you know, one of those big ones that only cockroaches survive. ’

‘ look at you, always the belle of the ball. ’

‘ i didn't break in. i used a key, my key. ’

‘ did you know that there's a great, big world out there and it has absolutely nothing to do with marriage, or children, or... ’

‘ you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't gotten pregnant? ’

‘ i'll see you at the show. it's going to be great. ’

‘ he can give you a life that you and i only ever dreamed of and he adores you. ’

‘ there is a wedding in your future whether you like it or not. ’

‘ god, i can't wait to see the look on my mother's face... ’

‘ i hesitated long enough to realize that my head and my heart were saying two different things. ’

‘ look at you... you have a baby. in a bar. ’

‘ we were wondering when we were going to see you. ’

‘ you're doing the right thing. ’

‘ you shouldn't want to marry me. ’

‘ i love you, i love you, i love you... ’

‘ you're not doing anything illegal, are you, {name}? ’

‘ i don't know what else to say... but i'm sorry... ’

‘ oh god, what if they hate me? ’

‘ when everything went pear-shaped, you never left my side, and then i just left you. ’

‘ hell, i bet your folks don't even know you're in town. ’

‘ there's nothing i can do, the law is the law, and she has done nothing wrong. ’

‘ you are one hard woman to get in touch with. ’

‘ oh my god, you're engaged?! ’

‘ is that what you want? to be humiliated in front of all of your friends? ’

‘ i can't marry you. ’

‘ at least i'm doing something with my life. ’

‘ this is just as you described it. it must have been amazing, huh? growing up here? ’

‘ {name}? is that you? it's so late, are you alright? ’

‘ you can't just leave. ’

‘ holy shit, what happened to the stove? oh, and where are the magnets i had on the refrigerator? ’

‘ you know nothing about her. are you sure you even know who she is? ’

‘ one man for the rest of my life? i'd ball my eyes out. ’

‘ what the hell are you two trying to do? get yourselves killed? ’

‘ that accent of yours is a whole lot thicker when you're sleeping. ’

‘ i came out here to say thank you. ’

‘ what you are doing? ’  /  ‘ leaving. you've done it, you should recognize the gesture. ’

‘ you didn't need to call, just come by. ’

‘ why do i feel like i'm in the middle of times square buck naked? ’

‘ why would you want to marry me for anyhow? ’

‘ i thought you would be gone. ’

‘ i got to get home. my mom's going to kill me. ’

‘ i really don't care what happened... so you have a past. who doesn't? ’

‘ for somebody who's been holding onto something so hard, you're pretty quick to let it go. ’

‘ are you in town for awhile? ’

‘ i better back off. don't want to get you in trouble with the little lady. ’

‘ it's not like that. ’

‘ i, um... i tried to call you a couple of times... ’

‘ don't i get a smile? i know you got one in there somewhere. ’

‘ see, the truth is i gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and i never really got it back. ’

‘ i don't know who you are or what else you lied about... ’

‘ you don't remember me, do you? ’

‘ i guess i figured if i was pointing at you then nobody would see through me. ’

‘ what upsets me is that she lied to you. ’

‘ you've done real well for yourself. i'm proud of you, {name}. ’

‘ who could be calling at this hour? ’

‘ i would have come sooner if i'd known you were sick. ’

‘ i'm your friend and i have to read about it with twelve million other people! ’

‘ you two got a whole lot of catching up to do so i'm just going to leave you to it.’

‘ i just thought i'd surprise you.’

‘ this isn't who i am anymore. ’

‘ could we try to keep this as civilized as possible? ’

‘ nice to see you got your accent back. ’

‘ you're the first person i ever kissed, {name}, and i want you to be the last. ’

‘ maybe you and i had our chance. ’

‘ you can take the girl out of the honky-tonk but you can't take the honky-tonk out of the girl. ’

‘ i'll tell you what it's not like... it's not like they're the only one around here that you ran out on. ’

‘ at least i fight for what i want. ’

‘ you called the sherrif? you know that old bastard hates me! ’

‘ bring that pretty face over here and gimme a hug. ’

‘ i bet you sat there wondering what you did wrong. ’

‘ you looked like you were having fun out there tonight. ’

‘ you remember that vandalism incident out at the stockyard? totally her. ’

‘ did you cry? ’

‘ next time you lock somebody out, make sure they don't know where the spare key is hidden. ’

‘ don't even pretend you spent all this time missing me. ’

‘ what did i ever do to you? ’

‘ i've been planning this for weeks... ’

‘ at the risk of being rejected twice, i'm going to ask you again... will you marry me? ’

‘ you expect me to tell you you look good? what, did they run out of soap down at the piggly wiggly since i left? ’

‘ see, that's the thing. i'm not really a 'watch and see' kind of girl. ’

‘ 'no,' you won't answer or 'no,' you won't marry me? ’

‘ you know, i've really made something of myself, i have a career, people actually want to be me... and somebody loves me and i love them. ’

‘ i just think that you deserve better. that's all. ’

‘ you know, i've never actually understood that expression, but no i'm not 'shitting' you. ’

‘ i don't have a single childhood memory that doesn't have you in it. ’

‘ don't see the likes of you around these here parts much. ’

‘ so, have you made a decision? ’

‘ you get a second chance so please don't mess it up. ’

‘ i haven't seen my folks in years and i feel like this is something i should tell them in person. ’

‘ i don't ask you about your boyfriend. you keep your nose out of my life. deal? ’

‘ i am better than them! ’

‘ i'm sorry about what i said. i'm really sorry. ’

‘ since when does it have to be one or the other? you can have roots and wings. ’

‘ you don't want to marry me. ’

[mangosimoothie]

Hi! ❤ Saw this going around and wanted to participate! List 5 facts about a favourite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore (if you want, no pressure obviously!)

Aw thank you!! And sorry for the delay, I've been traveling :)

Let's go with my baby Azulllll

I think I've mentioned he's from San Diego before but I should mention that it's REALLYYY obvious when you talk to him. Like, he just sounds so...Like That. iykyk

Azul is really good at hustling people (even/especially his friends) with any type of lying-oriented game. He's not good at LYING per se but he does that like "Ohhhhh sorry I like totally forgot the rules to this game lmao 😅 😅 " thing and it works EVERY TIME. Basically don't play Among Us, Deceit, poker, Clue, Mafia or anything else like that with Azul because he'll slip right under the radar without fail

Has a bumper sticker that says "dude, chill."

He's deny til you die on this but Azul 100% has an extremely specific type and it's mean, 5' 7" or taller afrolatina whos parents would hate him

Encyclopedic knowledge on 80s slasher movies

[autobotsierra]

Sympathetic Deceit Week, day five: (Date Night™ Series) Patceit in Sharing is Caring

[tatakaebomb]

Russian Roulette

ꕥ Pairing : Dazai Osamu x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : “ Russian roulette is not the same without a gun, and baby when its love if its not rough, it isn’t fun ♡”

ꕥ Word count : 3.2k ( i got a little carried away )

ꕥ A/N : I only wrote this for my own sanity , not proofread bc thats for smart people // p.s just as a side note , this is an AU where Dazai never left the PM.

- i don’t expect much interaction but anyways, enjoy <3

ꕥ TW : alot. 18+, dark content , smut , rough sex, noncon/dubcon, unprotected, creampie, choking, oral ( f receiving ), fingering, teasing, spit lol, manipulation,heavy over stimulation, dumbification, russian roulette so gun n shit, use of slut and bitch like once, lil praise, dacryphilia if you squint, whole lotta mind games, dazai’s big dick, theres probably more honestly idk, lmk if i missed any.

You knew you wouldn't be able to get away with it, it was virtually impossible to not raise any suspicion among the rest of the port mafia - not when Dazai kept an eye out for you since you first joined.

At first you didn't want to do it, hell, you'd be lying if you said you weren't aware you'd dig your own grave if you gave away that secret to the Guild.

It was a foolish decision but the pay promised by their leader seemed rather enticing and who in their right mind wouldn't accept that amount of cash ?

Someone smart of course, you, however , rushed into things without thinking of the consequences.

Driven by your own greed , you threw away your loyalty to the P.M that you've been praised for - for years. All in exchange for some paper.

Truth be told, you should of thought more about the fact you can't spend the damn money if you're six feet under.

And you knew that deep inside, but somehow that trail of thought left just as quickly as it came when you saw the suitcase with stacks upon stacks of bills stuffed inside it.

You talked and you got your money. A smooth exchange, smoother than expected.

Its been quite a while since that happened, maybe a week or two - you've lost count of days since the feeling of guilt and the anxiety of getting caught has been slowly taking over your mind.

You had a long history with the mafia, the way they always treated you was an advantage due to your powerful ability. You quickly grew accustomed to going on missions along side Dazai and Chuuya and you felt like you gained the trust of everyone around you. Everyone but Dazai.

And just as it started to seem like you got away with it - just as you were silently celebrating and praising yourself for fooling everyone, the harsh reality hit you.

You'll never be able to trick a man like him, not when his ability to deceit and manipulate is much grater than yours.

You just fooled yourself into thinking you're safe- and even worse, Dazai just let you.

-

" Chuuya! let- go - " You struggled against the tight grip of the shorter man as he began dragging you along the hall by your wrist.

You pulled away back towards your room, he pulled you back towards Dazai's like almost you were playing tug of war.

" This is embarassing Y/N, even for you "

When he suddenly let go of your wrist, you fell down on the floor with a hateful look in your eyes, one he couldn't help but laugh at.

" You're making this much worse for yourself - just speak to him " He shook his head, leaning against the wall.

" Whatever he wants to talk about can wait, i'm tired and its 3 in the morning " You lifted your hand up, signalling for some help.

Chuuya stared down at you, his blue eyes fixating on your hand as he raises an eyebrow silently, not moving an inch.

This was weird to you since you considered him to be the closest out of everyone to you, usually you got along well so a cold rejection like this was nothing you ever came across before.

A bad feeling began to form in the pit of your stomach as you helped yourself up instead, dusting off your silk night gown with a sigh.

" Look, i'll go - if it's really that important " You muttered under your breath, rubbing your wrist as you bumped into his shoulder to pass him with a scoff.

You reach Dazai's room and you twist the door knob, pushing it open slightly while looking back for a second to see Chuuya staring back at you before looking down at the floor.

You shrug, knocking on the door a few times before letting yourself into the dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from a small candle in the middle of his desk.

" Dazai ? "

No reply, you step in further , leaving the door opened behind you.

You call out to him again only to be startled by the sound of the door slamming shut behind you, the air blowing out the candle in the process leaving only the moon light shining through the windows.

" Boo "

" Son of a -

You turn around quickly and throw a punch out of reflex which he catches with a sinister laugh.

" Did i scare ya ? "

You sigh of relief when you recognise his voice and your eyes start to adjust to the light but in a split of a second, you're spun around by him to face the window instead.

" Very fucking funn- " You choke on your words as a sinking feeling forms in the pit of your stomach when you feel the cold barrel of a gun placed to the back of your head, pushing you forward.

" I have to say, it's quite disappointing..." You hear the click of the door locking behind you making you freeze " but not unexpected "

" W-What are you talking about ? " You try to sound convincing as you feel the barrel push further into your head.

" You know exactly what i'm talking about "

You gulp involuntarily and shut your eyes, tilting your head back knowing you've already lost.

The pressure disappears as he lowers the gun with a smile and you hesitatingly open your eyes once you feel the warmth of his hand grabbing yours, leading you to take a seat at the desk.

You follow through silently as he takes a seat across from you, resting the hand holding his gun on the table with an expressionless face. The same one you could never read, no matter how much you tried.

" How much do you know ? " You finally crack, placing your shaky hands on the table as you avoid to stare into his brown eyes, the moon light reflecting off them.

" 1 million for the layout of our base, that does seem like a good deal " He grins, leaning back in his chair. You curse under your breath, your eyes widening as you realise just how fucked you truly are.

" I assume Mori already knows " You take a deep breath, accepting your fate at this point as you shakily reach for his hand, pulling it towards you so the barrel of the gun rests against your forehead. He frowns, looking at you from behind the trigger.

" P-Please spare me the torture and just kill me " You shut your eyes tightly and you hear the click of the gun being cocked back. And you wait. And nothing happens.

Dazai's laughter fills the room as you feel him pull away and you open your eyes, a sense of dread filling every part of your body.

" I can't fucking do this - please " You plead making him laugh more, waving the revolver around like a toy.

" So dramatic - i haven't told him "

Your eyes glisten with hope as those words roll of his tongue.

" Yet "

And just like that, you roll your eyes as you lay back in your chair. Too good to be true.

" What do you want, Dazai ? " You sit up in your chair trying to sound as confident as you can while watching him take out the bullets from the revolver.

All but one bullet.

Fuck. No. You knew where this was going.

" Play Russian roulette with me " He says casually, spinning the cylinder before placing it to his head.

You froze, puzzled expression on your face as you sit up from the table.

" Is this a fucking joke ?! " You spit out only to see his gaze silently turn to the same serious one and you knew he wasn't playing around.

Your mind runs with thoughts as adrenaline kicks in and eventually you slowly sit back down. It's either this or certain death and you realise you'd rather take your chance.

He wasn't the one to back down from a deal, let alone lie about one.

You nod hesitantly and he gives you a half smile, humming to himself before going over the rules.

" We spin the chamber every time and take turns - twist is, we have to say one last thing to each other and treat it as last words before pulling the trigger "

" H-How many turns ? " You nervously look down at the table before being forced to look up at him as he places his index finger under your chin, tilting it upwards.

" As many as i want " He gazes down at you coldly before retracting his hand leaving you speechless.

" I'll go first to ease your mind - "

" Wait wait wait - " You try to stop him,

“ Why are you doing this ? “

" Because i get a kick out of seeing a calm woman like yourself lose her shit " He grins, taking a deep breath before pulling the trigger with no hesitation.

Click.

You clench your teeth before taking the gun from his hand and spinning the chamber, pointing it at your head shakily as you maintain eye contact.

" You're a sick fuck and i never liked you " Your eyes tear up as you pull the trigger.

Click.

He chuckles as you breathe out before dropping the gun on the table, which he quickly picks back up.

" That's quite a shame, i've always liked you "

Click.

" Wh-What? " You furrow your eyebrows, your eyes glued to the man in front of you who looks eerily calm for the situation.

You impulsively snatch the gun from him, pointing it towards him instead.

" You're a fucking liar, all you ever do is treat me like shit " You choke on your words as you build up the courage to pull the trigger.

Click.

A small smile tugs out the corner of his lips as he stands up, kicking the chair behind him causing it to drop down with a loud thud.

" Come sit here, Y/N " He taps on the table surface in front of him and in that moment you mindlessly followed the instruction given, too mentally exhausted to try to fight this.

You shuffle onto the cold surface of the table, avoiding eye contact as you feel the gun being pulled away from your hand.

" Please... enough " You feel the knot in your throat as you try to speak, your vision slightly blurring as he gets closer to you, one hand resting on your thigh catching your attention.

You look up at him, his brown eyes looking darker as he bores into your soul, placing the gun to his head once more making you turn your head to look away.

You try to keep in mind that every last word and move he makes is calculated, it always is. This was all part of a bigger picture you couldn't see yet, you couldn't fall for it.

" Y/N, look at me " His voice is quieter as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear making you silently turn back to look at him, your heart feeling like its about to explode.

And you fell for it, the hatred in your eyes turned to pure concern as the silence grew louder, his bandaged hand cupping your cheek gently and for once in your life, you noticed his hand was shaking.

His usual calm and calculated demeanour seemed to fade and behind that you realised this part wasn't planned. This was pure impulse.

He brings his forehead closer to yours, his lips inches away from yours as he slowly pushes down on the trigger,

" I've always hated how close you and Chuuya are - part of me wanted you for myself "

Click.

" Shit, i said too much " He chuckles nervously , shaking his head.

Your eyes narrow in confusion, the words echoing in your head as he finally puts the gun down, pulling you in closer by the neck until your lips crash into a long kiss.

You push away, your mind still in a state of shock as you part lips.

" What the fuck...is wrong with you ? " You whisper out of breath, your eyes scanning his features chaotically making him laugh.

" You're having fun playing these mind games , huh?! Pathetic piec-" Your angry yell gets cut short by his hand tightening around your throat, making you struggle to talk.

" This is exactly how i pictured this - you're so predictable Y/N "

He suddenly picks you up, forcing you to wrap your legs and arms around him as he leads you to the bed, dropping you down on the mattress and firmly pinning your hands above your head.

The eye contact was killing you, seconds felt like minutes as you tried to struggle out of his grip.

" I played along Dazai - we - we had a deal " You choked on your words as you felt his hands slip up the silk material of your night gown, his slender fingers tracing circles around your thighs.

" Mm, but you called me a liar " His fingers begin to inch closer to the band of your panties, snapping it into place causing you to sharply inhale before letting them trail back along your thighs.

" Did you not ? "

" Fuck - I take it back - don't-"

You exhale deeply, your thighs starting to tremble slightly under his touch while he doesn't fail to take notice of.

" Too little too late darling " He smirks, his fingers tugging down at the thin material of your thong slowly revealing exactly what you didn't want him to.

You felt the cold air hit and thats the moment you knew you weren't imagining things. No, the mere soft touches from before really had you soaking although you knew this was wrong.

You couldn't possibly be turned on by him after everything, right? -

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you feel him grip tightly on your thighs, pulling them apart before he lowered his head between them.

" Fuck, you're dripping "

You looked down at him between your legs with a blush, the way his eyes pupils dilated in the dark light as he innocently gazed up at you.

" You want me too, don't you ? " He breathed against your skin, the small action enough to make you shift further into the bed.

You nodded your head no but you couldn't help the small embarassed smile that crept onto your face, you never imagined seeing Dazai in such a lewd position. His mouth inches away from your cunt, licking his lips impatiently.

He was always attractive but the way he was right now, the warmth of his touch and his intense gaze - you couldn't really blame yourself for being turned on.

He lifted his eyebrows in a nonchalant way with a smirk, not giving you any soft of warning before diving in, the tip of his tongue running circles around your clit.

You gasp, your thighs clenching around his head as he begins to move his tongue inside of you hungrily, his eyes never leaving yours as you tangle your hands in his hair.

" Shit - Dazai - don't " You cover your mouth in embarrassment after you let out a loud moan, your hips involuntarily buckling up to meet his every move.

He replaces his tongue with his 2 fingers, a sly smile plastered on his wet lips as he moves them knuckles deep inside you, quickly finding your spot as you cussed out begging for more.

"There - yes " You shut your eyes tightly, your hand slightly gripping the bed sheets next to you.

" Poor thing, you're gonna regret that "

Before you could process his words, he brings his head down for a kiss which you melt into, biting harshly at his lower lip as you feel yourself letting go on his fingers.

You open your eyes in a daze as he grabs your chin forcing you to part your lips before spitting in your mouth, his hand wrapped around your throat as you swallow obediently.

He tightens his grip, kissing the side of your mouth before quietly muttering something,

" You better start counting "

That was the first orgasm and you lost count after the 10th one as he continuously tortured you, his fingers feeling like they re going deeper and deeper while planting hickeys all down your neck to your tits.

Your body began to twitch as you pleaded with him, mouth hanging open as you felt yourself become more light headed with every touch of his.

" No more - please - can't " You whined, bottom lip trembling while looking up at him.

" Give me one more - and i'll stop " He whispers in your ear and at that exact moment you felt yourself cum again, your lower stomach burning as chant his name.

He takes his fingers out with a satisfied smirk, and you sigh of relief as he brings them up to his lips, licking them clean before kissing you, letting you taste yourself before pulling away suddenly.

" Guess what, slut ? "

You hum a response, not being able to say anything more as you saw him unzip his pants, taking out his cock before standing up and pulling your legs closer to the edge of the bed.

You widen your eyes at the size, looking up at him and chaotically shaking your head no as he looks at you amused.

" I lied " He lets out, tilting his head back with a quiet groan as you sit up slightly, your nails digging into his arms as you felt him push inside of you, the tip grazing past your over stimulated g spot.

" D-ah-Dazai " Your raspy voice calls out to him desperately as he starts picking up his pace, lowering down so you can wrap your arms around his neck as he drives himself deeper.

" Fuck - you're my bitch now mm? You'll follow my every word , is that clear ? " He bites down on your neck and you gasp, your mind going blank from pleasure as tears start running down your cheek.

" Yes sir , please - god -" You squeal as you clench down on him, your eyes shutting close as you cum again, your body feeling limp as you loosen up the hold on him.

He bites his lip at the sight, tears staining your face as your breathing becomes heavier and heavier, the way you continuously clench around him as your hands try to push him away.

He plants a kiss on your forehead before he sloppily drives himself into you a few more times, his pace slowing down.

" Good girl - ah" He moans , his head thrown back as you feel yourself get filled with his cum, your body jolting under his as you both try to catch your breath.

He pulls out and zips his pants back up while you curl into a ball, a small tired laugh leaving you as your body continues to shake.

" Fuck - you really are insane "

He chuckles quietly and you hear the knocks on the door making him step away slowly as he straightens his tie, fixing up his hair quickly before he unlocks the door.

You widen your eyes as he opens the door , your eyes meeting Chuuyas shocked face from the hallway before Dazai lets the door completely open, turning back around to face you.

No way.

You desperately try to pull the covers over you but your body couldn't move so you settled on covering your face instead. The embarrassment consuming your whole body.

" Not one word to Mori about any of this, ok ? " You hear Dazai's tired voice say before you hear the click of the door shutting and you slowly take your hands away from your face.

Your head turns to look at the clock which now showed 7:00 AM.

Crazy son of a bitch.

You sink your head into the pillow trying to ignore the embarrassment you were feeling and the fact you actually just agreed to be Dazai Osamu’s bitch.

Little did you know, this was just the beginning .

[beewithknee]

rain + warmth

huxley hurt/comfort

As you stood there, hands poised in front of his door, rain pouring down around you, you felt so pathetic. It was like a scene out of a cliche high-school film. You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of the rain hitting your skin. Your clothes were sticky and felt horrid. All you wanted was some warmth, some safety and maybe a speck of physical affection. 

You lurched forward, fist rapping on the huge wooden door before backing away quickly, insecurities and worries flooding your mind. Shaking your head, you blinked out more tears as his deep voice shouted, “coming!”

The huge mahogany door swung open, revealing the confused brunette. “Sorry I- woah, hey, baby. Are you okay? Shit it’s freezing, come inside.” Huxley stepped out into the rain with you, wrapping a large hand around your back and guiding your shaking form inside. “I’m sorry, oh god I'm so sorry. I just… I just didn’t know where else to go, and I don’t know what to do, and no one was answering their phones and I just had to get somewhere safe-” You felt sick, rambling out half-stuttered apologies and excuses. The earth elemental cut you off, pulling you into his chest, his huge arms encasing you so tightly that you swore nothing could touch you in that moment.

You willed your arms to work, to hug the man back, but instead they sat tightly at your chest, crushed between your bodies. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, my flower. You’re safe. Whatever happened can’t get to you here. You’re okay.” He whispered soothingly. His hands were massive and while they should’ve felt constricting and terrifying, they only provided comfort and warmth as they rubbed up and down your back. “Come on, let me get you some dry clothes.” He pulled back, not missing the soft whimper you let out at the lack of contact. His hand slid into yours, a reassuring squeeze passed between you.

—-

Rugged up, protected by a blanket, and one of Huxley’s shirts, you found yourself staring at the ground between your feet.  Embarrassed and ashamed, you didn’t have any energy to face the consequences that would come from your stupidity.

Of course Huxley would be angry, it was close to midnight and you had just shown up at his door and caused a major inconvenience. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad, I promise.” He always had a knack for reading your thoughts, or maybe you just showed it on your face too much around him. He took a deep breath, voice soft and gentle as he spoke, “May I hug you?” You looked up in shock, surely he didn’t just ask that. You were confused, why didn’t he just outright hug you without asking or something?

“Look… I know I may be a touchy guy, but I will never push you into something that you aren’t comfortable with. And looking at you now, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.” He smiled sweetly, not a hint of malice or deceit in his gaze. You nodded gently, crawling onto his chest as he laid down on his couch. His arm came up to pull the blanket over you both fully and then rested around your waist. Sniffling slightly, you quickly found yourself melting into the embrace. “You wanna talk about it? Or about anything?” He asked lightly, clearly not missing the fact that you hadn’t said a word since you’d entered the living room. 

“I just…” You trailed off, hating how wrecked your voice sounded. It made you feel even more pathetic and low. “My parents again… Same old bullshit about how there’s something wrong with me and that I’ll never be who I think I am, etc.” You sighed out, feeling the awfully familiar lump in the back of your throat creep forward.

Huxley’s chest heaved under you as he took a deep breath. You could feel the vibrations of his heart under your cheek, the beat soothing your frayed nerves.

“Oh Freelancer. I’m so sorry that they’re like that. But they’re wrong you know, you are exactly who you’re meant to be and nobody can tell you any different. I love you for who you are, and they should too.” He placed a kiss to your forehead, hand resuming its comforting motions along your back.  Smiling weakly, you said “Thank you sunflower. For being here, for loving me, for not treating me like they do, like I probably deserve.” It was the truth, through everything, Huxley was always the one that stuck by your side, never questioning if you were right, or anything they did. 

“You can stay here tonight, and tomorrow, and if you feel like spoiling me, maybe even a good while after that. You’ll always have a home here, my love.” He whispered honestly, eyes fluttering shit as he felt you hum in sleepy content. “I love you Huxley.” Was the last thing you said before sleep took its hold over you. “And I love you, my flower.”

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

A/N: So. I wrote Anakin. Honestly the man has been living rent free in my mind for so long and we all know what I’m like for an angry angsty Star Wars boy. I am suffering with Imposter Syndrome massively with this because I don’t think I got his character down 100%. And well, I am a perfectionist. Anyway, here have this dumpster fire of a one shot.

Anakin Skywalker x Sith!Reader

Warnings: Canon violence, character death, lots of a Jedi hate talk. Damn fucking Jedi. Oh and a shit ton of angst.

Word Count: 1909

Your black robes fluttered around your legs as you peered over the ledge, a Jedi ship had come into land and you let a sly smile creep across your face. It was the Jedi you wanted, you could feel the ripples of his power through the force, the anger and darkness always with him even if he didn’t use them. You moved away and headed deeper into the compound, he was coming to stop you, take you back to the Jedi Council. You felt the presence of the 501st as they spread out looking for you but their force signatures were dulled by the brightness of him. Already the anticipation of battle thrummed through your body, the hilts of your sabers melded perfectly to the curve of your palms. Pulling down the visor on your mask you paced feeling him coming closer and closer until finally the door opened and there he stood in his black Jedi robes.

“I assumed you’d got lost,” you shot at him.

“I could sense your loathsome presence as soon as I landed,” he replied haughtily. You carried on pacing, seeing his saber still attached to his belt, the sure arrogance he had in his abilities made you proud. He was always such a cocky bastard but he had every right to be.

“What happens now, Skywalker? You think I will go quietly so you can hand me over to the traitors of the Galaxy?”

“The Jedi are not the traitors here!” He roared.

“Yes they are! And you know it!” His eyes followed you, across the floor, his expression darkening. “How can you not see their narrow minded ideas are strangling the Galaxy? They sit in their temple, allowing this war to continue all the while saying they don’t advocate it. They are apparently keepers of the peace and yet shattering it time and time again!”

“No! I will not listen to your lies!” You lifted your chin in defiance.

“Then come and shut me up,” your voice sneered through the vocoder. He moved quickly and your sabers came alive in your hands, the loud clash of the beams sent sparks over your heads. “The Jedi are a lie, their only legacy is failure…” you continued.

“No!” The force push hit you in the chest and a laugh burst from your chest as you slammed into the wall.

“Yes! Use that rage on me, Anakin.”

“You don’t want me to fight you,” he threatened, making you grin behind the mask.

“Oh baby, I’m counting on it.” You ducked as his blue lightsaber pierced the wall, you took the opening, punching him in the stomach making him grunt in surprise and retreat, before coming at you again. The sabers danced in a pattern that was all too familiar. You met each other move for move, nothing survived the brightness of your blades as you both cleaved a path of destruction. You spun out of his reach, putting some debris between you knowing it wasn’t much of a barrier, not when it came to you and Anakin. “They are oppressing you Anakin! They will never set you free to accomplish your true potential! They do not see the power you possess.”

“And you do?” He asked aggressively, pointing his saber at your chest as he roamed across the floor.

“I have always seen you.” He frowned and you sensed his confusion at your words. Retracting your blades you removed your mask letting it fall to the floor with a thud. “They told you I was dead didn't they?” You asked softly. The brightness of his own blade diminished followed by the ripples of surprise and crushing sadness but he stayed where he was. “More lies,” you pointed out.

“I don’t understand, Obi-Wan…”

“Obi-Wan misled you. He didn’t want to tell you the truth in case you came looking for me,” you spread your arms. “But the force guided you back to me anyway.” He whispered your name like it physically pained him, taking a step back as you stepped forward. “Change is coming, the end of an era giving way to the dawn of the Empire.”

“No, stop!” He cried.

“Join me Anakin….we can make the Galaxy a better place.” You backed him against the wall, his blue eyes closing as though he could stop himself from seeing you. “I know the pain you bear,” you whispered leaning into him. “I can help you face it, use it.”

“It is not the Jedi way, I will not fall for this!” You turned away from him growling with frustration.

“Stop being so blind! How do you refuse to see through the veil of deceit they have draped over us?” You screamed.

“How do you refuse to see the good! Has the touch of the light left you that much in the dark?” It hurt you, seeing him like this, sensing his pain and torment but it was necessary. If you could get Anakin onside the war would be won and you would be Darth Sidious’ prize apprentice. Turning the Chosen one was a task only you could accomplish, because out of all the people in the Galaxy, you were the one Anakin would not bring himself to destroy.

“Where do we go from here?” You asked him, watching as his chest heaved in distress.

“You will come with me, maybe the Jedi can help you…” you tutted in annoyance at his words.

“What a ridiculous notion! The Jedi can’t even help themselves let alone anyone else. Look at Ahsoka…” his blade roared to life in his hands as he flew at you, clashing against your red blades.

“You will leave Ahsoka out of this!” He snarled.

“But she is a part of this, we are all a part of this story that the Jedi have written,” you shouted over the crackling of your blades as he forced you back. The blades scissored out and his face grew close enough so you could feel his breath on your face. “You know I speak the truth Anakin, it’s why it upsets you so much.”

“No!” The air was pushed from your body and you fell backwards, your sabers falling from your grasp and skitting across the floor. You looked up into the light of the blue blade, seeing him standing over you with that twisted look on his face. The light of it shone in his tear filled eyes and you waited with bated breath. “I trusted you! Why didn’t you come and find me?” He shouted.

“What good would it have done? Would you have helped me like you helped her?” His saber lowered, but it didn’t go out and you chose a different tactic. “They asked you to spy on the Chancellor didn’t they?” He frowned, not hiding the shock he felt at your words. “I have my sources,” you spoke before he could question where you got the information. “Did that feel right to you? Is that a Just course of action for the Jedi to take?”

“I don’t…” you stood up slowly keeping eye contact.

“Use your brain Anakin!”

“I am!” He yelled turning away, his hand held out to you as though he wanted to stop you advancing.

“Anakin,” you whispered. “Just embrace the darkness.” His body slumped and you felt the streams rushing past you as he accepted the pain and anger inside him. You laughed, opening your arms at the vortex created by the force, it swirled around him, welcoming him. “You will not regret this Anakin! He will reward you beyond your wildest dreams!” You retrieved your sabers off the floor, snapping them to your belt before picking up your mask. When you turned Anakin was right behind you, his piercing eyes staring straight through you.

“What do we do now?” He asked and you hesitated slightly, sensing something still had to be unlocked within him but you didn’t know what. It wasn’t your place, you weren’t his master. You were his equal.

“I will take you to my master. He will know what to do.” You began to walk off but his hand snatched at your arm.

“What did he tell you about the rules of the Sith?”

“Enough,” you responded. “We could overthrow him,” you suggested with a smirk. Anakin released your arm and you relaxed slightly. “We were always such a team, unbeatable even on the side of the light, imagine what we could accomplish with an entire Galaxy at our fingertips?”

“I missed you,” he whispered and you took a step towards him. You leaned your forehead against his temple finally allowing your feelings to come to the forefront. Anakin had been everything to you, it had killed you to leave him behind but Sidious had promised you happiness in the end and now here you are achieving that. Your hand sought his own out, his fingers clammy as he gripped you tightly.

“And I missed you,” you breathed against his skin. His face shifted, his nose pressing against your cheek and your heart pounded at finally being reunited with the one person you wanted in the entire Galaxy. “The Clones are coming,” you murmured.

“I can sense them,” he replied, still not moving away from you. His expression was one of torture and you swept a strand of hair gently off his brow.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

“There is….something I need to do.”

“Can I help?” You whispered, brushing your lips against his cheek.

“Yes.” He shifted, your chests pressing together as he finally kissed you. His lips were soft and lingering making you melt into him so you were unprepared for the burning sensation in your side. Your mouth opened against his in a loud gasp of surprise, his tears glinted in the glowing blue light of his saber as it protruded from your body. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. You couldn’t speak, your body refused to take a breath and you could see the darkside emitting from his irises as he gazed mournfully at you. “My master sent me to find you.” He sobbed when you slumped against him, not able to hold your weight anymore, the smell of your own burning flesh making you feel sick. His blade retracted but still the pain remained, the sting of betrayal coupled with the hurt of your life ending by the hand you trusted the most.

He followed you to the ground, your legs folding like they had no bones left in them as numbness spread through your body. “I will see peace and justice reign in the new Empire.” Your eyes widened, the only response you were able to give as the life slowly ebbed away from you. “I will never forget you.” You wanted to ask why, he had been genuinely surprised to see you under the mask and then you realised you’d both been played. Only the strongest would come out of this room alive, but you had been blinded. Tricked by your own feelings that maybe, just maybe he would have joined you rather than burying you in his quest for power. His hand cradled your head, his tears pattering onto your skin, mingling with the lone tear that ran from the corner of your own eye. We could have done this together, Anakin….

“It never would have worked. I’m saving you.” He replied as your world grew darker. “You were the one war I could never win….until now.”

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“Can I slap her for you?” - Corpse Husband | Part One

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part One

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.3k

I’m always writing so much plot! I hope you like it. Part Two is in the works.

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Credit to PIC owner!

This pandemic was hell for you. Being stuck in this apartment with your bitch of a sister was not something you would wish on even your enemy.

When you first moved to LA with her, things were fine, and you got along. She had a budding YouTube career, and you were working a good job. Pretty quickly, she’d hired you as her editor since that was a daily part of your real job, you happily agreed because it meant you could get money on the side and still work.

Your sister was mainly a beauty YouTuber but last year she gained over 3 million followers when she started a series where she would interview people in other lines of entertainment and then test it out. Since then, she’d become a horror to live with.

Now with the pandemic, you’d been furloughed from you day job and working full time for your diva of a sister. She had only been getting worse and worse. Being stuck with her was crap, especially since she was selfish and still went out to party and do collabs with people like there wasn’t a massive virus out there.

“I hope you finished the editing I needed done.” Olivia, your sister, asked as she shut the front door.

You were just finishing up the edits from your spot on the couch. “Yeah, I did it while you were out risking lives.”

“Shut the hell up. I’m an adult and I can do what I want.” She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Even when it’s killing hundreds of thousands of people?” You were so sick of her attitude. She has no care in the world for anyone but herself. In the last month, her name had been posted all over the commentary YouTubers channels. Slamming her for partying while the world dealt with Covid.

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Those people are not my problem at all. If they are so afraid, they should just stay home.”

“Why are you so selfish?” Her behavior was completely out of hands these days.

“Do I need to remind you that I pay you?” She sent you a glare before heading off to her room. You grumbled and threw your head back. There was no way you could handle her.

Stressing out over her was no good, so you decided to take your laptop back to your room and play some games to calm yourself down. Among Us was one of those games that allowed to you just play and forget the stress. You booted up the game and joined some random lobbies. It was hard to find good games because you usually ran into some sour players who couldn’t just play the game without causing drama.

A few rounds in, your phone buzzed, indicating a text. You exited the current game, one of the imposters had already killed you anyway, and picked up the phone. There was a text from Poki. The two of you had become quick friends when she appeared on your sisters series but she clicked more with you since you were more of a gamer.

P: Hey Y/n, what are you doing currently?

It was an unexpected text because you had been fairly sure Poki had a stream tonight.

Y/n: Nothing since I just finished editing my selfish sisters video. What’s up?

She knew very well how horrible Olivia was and she’d been the one person who you could talk to about it. You appreciated her for it.

Poki: Damn, did she go to another party?

Y/n: Yup, she sure did. Then threatened my job when I called her out on it.

Poki: Wow, not cool. Hey, so you know how I’m streaming tonight?

Y/n: Yeah.

Poki: So I had everyone set up for the game but last minute someone dropped out. We need one more person and I know you’re amazing in Among Us. Would you join our game?

This was a surprise. You weren’t a YouTuber or a streamer, so for her to ask you, meant she really was desperate.

Y/n: Sure, I’m free. Who’s playing tonight?

Poki: Rae, Lily, Ethan, Mark, Felix, Toast, Sykkuno, and Corpse.

Wow, that was a packed game full of some pretty big names. Your nerves kicked up at the thought of being in a game with these amazing people.

Y/n: Sweet!

Poki: I will send you the discord so you can join the chat and the game code.

Y/n: Thanks.

She instantly sent you the links and you got your self set up with your headphones. Poki connected you into the discord call.

“Hey, everyone welcome my good friend, Y/n. She’s the one who will fill in on the open spot tonight.” She introduced you to the group.

A chorus of hello’s was heard. You knew Rae, so she jumped right into welcoming you.

Pushing the nerves away, you managed to little hello. Your voice was softer than you’d intended. Damn nerves.

“Guys! Y/n is so good in Among Us. Her skills rival Corpse’s.” Rae gushed. You’d played a game with Rae and Poki and a few of the other girls, but no one had been streaming.

“Whaddup baby.” The deep voice of Corpse said. His voice was something else.

“Don’t make her too nervous there, man.” Felix commented which made the other guys laugh.

“Oh no worries, I’m not nervous.” You said even though you really were nervous. You switched into the game and typed in the code Poki had sent you. Immediately the game lobby popped up, filled with everyone who was on the call. Your character popped onto the screen and took the white color.

“Good to know. I look forward to being an imposter with you.” Corpse said making your cheeks heat up just a little.

“You really need to watch out for her.” Lily said making you giggle. She was right. You were a deceitful imposter.

You quickly changed your hat to the halo, making you match your chosen username, Angel.

“Look how fitting her character is.” Mark commented. “Is that an indication of how you will be?”

“Perhaps.” You were starting to calm your nerves. “You will just have to find out.”

“Okay, let’s get started.” Poki said as the countdown started on screen. You muted your mic. The screen flashed the crew-mate title, and you felt a little more relieved. You hated starting as an imposter.

The map you were in was Polus, your favorite. The first thing you did, was the navigation task before also doing keys. Nearly everyone was there, which meant the two imposters were faking the tasks. After that, you ran off entering the building that housed electrical and o2. You looked around for tasks.

“I have my eye on you, Angel.” Felix said as he came into o2.

You unmuted your mic. “Good, then you can watch me teach you how to do tasks.” You sassed, making the group laugh.

“Damn, I already like her.” Ethan said, getting sounds of approval from Sykkuno, Mark, and Corpse.

“Stop simping and play the game.” Poki commented, making you laugh.

Leaving o2, you ran outside to check the weather nodes. Felix was still following you closely. He was convinced you were an Imposter.

“Why is this guy following me around?” You asked, trying to run from him.

“Felix, what are you doing?” Rae asked as she popped up beside you.

“Making sure she’s not an imposter.” He sounded innocent.

“Well I’m not. Now go do your tasks.” Once again you ran from his character and entered the office. You passed Corpse’s black character before heading in, to do card swipe.

Suddenly a body was reported. Felix’s body.

“Whoa, okay, Y/n did you kill Felix?” Toast asked.

“What? No? I left him to go do my tasks.” You defended.

“I can confirm she was in office with me. I watched her do card swipe.” Corpse added.

The thing was, you passed him as he was leaving the office, and he definitely didn’t stay to watch you. He was headed in the direction you had left Felix and Rae. So, both were sus.

“Okay, then Rae where were you?” Sykkuno questioned.

“I left Felix by weapons. I was headed to lab.” You couldn’t decipher a lie from her.

“Hmmm, okay. Skip then?” Ethan offered. The group agreed.

Once back in the game, you decided to head to labs to find the rest of your tasks. Sykkuno followed you but broke off to go through decontamination. You did your scan in peace before another body was reported. This time it had been both Mark and Lily.

“Any sus?” Ethan asked.

“No, I was in electrical.” Toast said.

“I went to o2.” Poki added.

“Y/n, where were you?” Toast questioned. You were sure he thought you were an imposter.

“I was in the lab doing my scan, which I never got to finish.” You hated being interrupted mid-task.

“Anyone see her go there?”

“I passed her while I headed to decontamination.” Sykkuno vouched for you.

“Sure but the body was right outside the lab. She could have gone back to kill Mark after you were gone.”

“But I didn’t. I was doing my task.” You repeated with a little smile. You loved this game.

“Sure. I don’t believe you.” Toast was a hard one to convince.

“She didn’t do it. I entered lab and she was doing her scan.” Corpse spoke up. Again he was covering for you when you know he was not in Lab with you.

“Okay. I guess we skip?” Poki said. Everyone agreed but when it was done, you had two votes but three had skipped, so you had been spared luckily. Toast for sure voted for you, you had no clue who else did but it didn’t matter.

Back in the game, you headed back to lab to finish your scan. Once done, you headed to decontamination, then to the specimen room for a task. As you entered, you found Corpse.

“Hey Corpse, having fun with your tasks?” You asked as you went to your own task.

“I sure am.” He stated before his character was running out of the room and up to the lab. Once your task was done, you had finished all your tasks and headed back to Admin. You entered office to find a dead Sykkuno, so you hit report.

“That was for sure a self-report.” Toast quickly said.

“It wasn’t, but okay.” You said shaking your head. Toast was so sus on you all game.

“I’m sus of Toast.” Rae said while Corpse and Poki agreed with her.

“Wait, Ethan is dead too. Damn, these Imposters got around.” Toast commented. “By the way, I am not an Imposter. Y/n is.”

“She’s not. I have seen her do her tasks all game.” Corpse was quick to come to your rescue. It was sweet how he was vouching for you all game.

“Sure, I’m voting Y/n.” Toast said as his ‘I Voted’ badge popped up.

You decided you were going to vote off Toast because he was getting on your nerves. Apparently the others were feeling the same because everyone else voted off Toast as well. His character was launched into the Lava. Toast was NOT an Imposter.

Back in the game, you ran around, just seeing if you could spot anyone being sus before Poki was killed. Straight after the defeat title showed, and the Imposters were revealed to be none other than Rae and Corpse.

Everyone dropped back into the lobby.

“I told you I wasn’t an Imposter.” You boasted.

“Sorry Y/n, I should have believed you.” Toast said.

“No worries. But hey, Corpse and Rae had plenty of chances to kill me, but they didn’t. Why?” It was interesting to you.

Rae laughed. “I didn’t want to kill you right in the beginning of your first game with us. You deserved to have some fun before you got killed.”

“Well thank you.” It was sweet of Rae to do that.

“I didn’t want to kill an Angel. It wouldn’t be right.” Corpse stated with a cute laugh afterwards.

Felix groaned. “But you have no issue killing anyone else.”

“It be like that sometimes.” Ethan stated which had you in stitches, as well as the rest of the group. “Okay, let’s begin another round.” He added.

The next few games were fun and interesting. You were always a crew member, but someone was always sus on you. But no matter what, Corpse would vouch for you. Sometimes his character would follow you around, do tasks with you. It was pretty freaking cute and clear to see the man with the alluring deep voice had taken a liking to you. It was sweet.

“One more game?” Poki asked after a slew of other games. Everyone agreed. She started the game and after the countdown, the screen flashed that you were finally an Imposter. Your fellow Imposter was of course Corpse. It was only natural.

You and he teamed up and killed many of the others. Starting with Rae and Lily, moving onto Toast and Sykkuno. Then someone finally reported the bodies.

“Four bodies already?” Mark stated as the red x’s showed up on their icons.

“Damn, someone is having fun.” You said, pretending like it wasn’t you who had done half of the killing.

“I saw Poki headed into Electrical where Lily and Rae were.” Corpse said, sounding genuine as always. He was so good at Imposter. His ability to lie was excellent.

“Sure I went to Electrical, but I left after fixing the lights.” Poki said.

“I don’t know. You seem sus.” Ethan said. “I saw you enter lab, and after I saw Sykunno’s body right before someone reported Lily and Rae’s.”

“I swear, it’s not me. I was just doing my tasks. How could I kill four people in that short amount of time?”

“It’s possible. You could have vented.” Corpse was right too.

“Guys, please.” She pleaded as everyone put in their votes. Nearly everyone had voted for Poki and her character was launched into the lava, only to show she was not an Imposter.

“Sorry Poki.” Ethan said before everyone hopped back into the game.

Once again, you and Corpse were teamed up, but you saw Mark head one way while Ethan was going another. Almost silently, the two of you decided to split up and take them. You followed Mark into O2, trailing him into the tree. No one was around, so you killed him before quickly venting away from there. Making sure no one was around when you resurfaced. Corpse must have killed Ethan because the Victory screen popped up for the two of you.

“Damn, I should have known this was a team effort between Corpse and the Angel. You’re far from an Angel when you’re an imposter.” Mark complained.

“That’s part of the thrill.” It really was. You loved being able to shock people that way.

“Good job, partner. You’re a great Imposter like me. We need to team up more often.” Corpse’s words made you feel all warm. It was insanely fun being Imposter with him. Your combined skills made things that much better.

“Okay, I think it’s time to call it a night. Thank you so much for joining us, Y/n.” Poki yawned to show it was getting late.

“Of course. I loved playing with all of you. It was much better than playing with randoms.”

“I get that. Randoms can be very annoying.” Sykkuno agreed. “It was so good to meet you, Y/n. I hope you join more games so I can be an Imposter with you!”

You loved how excited he sounded. “I guess we all want a chance to be Imposter with her.” Felix stated what everyone else was thinking.

“Hey, no one steals my Imposter buddy.” Corpse spoke up, which once again had you feeling some kind of good way.

“Corpse, you’re being such a simp.” Rae laughed, which made everyone else go nuts.

You all bid your goodbyes before you exited the game and the discord call. You found there was a huge smile on your face after that fun you had just had with Poki and her friends. They were all super welcoming of you, despite not knowing a thing about you.

Poki: Thank you for playing with us. I hope you had fun! You didn’t mind being on my stream?

Y/n: I had so much fun, everyone was so good to me. Also, not at all!

Poki: Good because my chat loved you! They couldn’t stop gushing about how much they loved you. It was so cute.

This was not something you had expected. Her stream had never met you, so for them to like you playing a game with the group, that was nice.

Y/n: Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting that. That’s so sweet!

Poki: You also seemed to get Corpse simping for you. Sykkuno is super jealous.

You laughed when you read that.

Y/n: Sykkuno doesn’t have to be jealous. It was a one-time thing, and he can have Corpse back in the next game.

Sure, you wanted it to be more than a one-time thing, but you weren’t going to let your hopes get too high. Poki had many streamer friends, who would get their streams way more viewers than you ever could.

Poki: I wouldn’t count on that. We’re definitely going to use you for more games. You’re one of us now, even if you don’t stream.

Her words warmed your heard. Poki had been one of the very few people you had made friends with when you moved to Cali with your sister and your friendship was only 10 months old. It was nice to have someone who wanted to include you in on the things she was doing.

Y/n: Are you sure? Because I would hate to be taking someone more interesting’s spot.

Poki: You shut that mouth. The group loved you and we’re all looking forward to playing with you again.

Y/n: Okay if that’s what they want.

Poki: They do, now get some sleep. I know you’ve been overworking yourself for your sister.

Y/n: You would be right. Thank you for the fun night, Poki. You get some sleep as well.

Poki: 😊

You liked her message before deciding it was indeed time for bed. Editing those videos did take energy out of you, especially since your sister would review and have you re-edit the things she didn’t like. Not fun at all.

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The next month passed by with Poki inviting you to more games with her and her friends. Most of those games included Corpse, who’d taken a liking to you. The last few games, he’d been bugging you to tell him who you were and how you met Poki, but you were keeping that a secret. You really didn’t want him or the others knowing you were the older sister of selfish party girl Olivia Bella.

Your sister had found out you’d been playing the game with Poki and her friends and decided she was going to say some shit.

“How did you get Poki to let you play with her and the other streamers?” Olivia said with clear distaste towards you.

You shrugged. “She just asked me to step in for someone one day and now they enjoy playing with me.”

She laughed obnoxiously. “That such a joke. I needed that laugh, thank you.”

You clenched your fists, trying to contain your anger against your sister. She was really grating on your nerves these days.

“Damn, I would do anything to play with Corpse. His voice is so hot.” She muttered looking deranged.

“He’s much more than his voice you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s whatever I want him to be. God, I bet he’s so sexy behind that screen.”

“Please stop, he’s my friend and talk like that is uncomfortable.”

She cackled. “Corpse is not your friend, you loser. He just tolerates you like the rest of that group. I bet Poki only asked you to join out of pity.”

Her words slapped you in the face and threatened to strangle you. It was unbelievable that your younger sister was really acting like this to you.

“Why are you like this to me?” You questioned in all seriousness.

“Because you annoy me. Isn’t it obvious. I meant if I had the money, I would have moved here without you. Living with you is the worst. You know you’re like the most boring person in the world?”

The insults just kept on coming. She truly didn’t like you and it felt horrible. Family wasn’t supposed to be like this. “I get it, thank you.” You walked away before she could say anything else, she was horrible to you.

Her words made you sad. The only thing that could cheer you up was the fact that Poki had invited you to another game. It was something you needed after that conversation with your sister.

Poki: Hey girl, this kills me to do but Sean invited someone else to play tonight. Someone he said was eager to play with us. I’m so sorry.

This was simply perfect. The one time you craved interaction with the Among Us crew, they added someone else to the game. Of course it was always a possibility, but it didn’t stop from making you upset.

A couple of tears streamed down your face before you wiped them away. You wouldn’t let this get to you.

Y/n: No, please don’t worry. I understand it is always a possibility. Have a good stream!

Poki: I think you should know the person joining us is your sister. I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but they didn’t really believe me. I’m so sorry.

Your sister was the reason you have been replaced for tonight. Perfect. Of course it was her. She always took the things you liked, away from you.

Y/n: Please stop apologizing, I completely understand.

Poki: Should I tell them she’s your sister?

Y/n: No, please don’t let them know that.

Poki: Okay, please know we will miss you in tonights stream.

Doubt filled you. After reading those words. There was no way they would miss you in the game tonight. It was clear you didn’t bring in viewers for the streams, but your sister would be able to do that without any issues. Now your night was truly ruined. Thankfully, you could just lay in bed and sulk all you wanted.

The bedroom door burst open. “Hey, can you set up this game for me? I assume you know I’m playing Among Us with the crew tonight. Told you they didn’t care if you were there or not.” Did she ever stop this shit?

“Why should I help you?” You grumbled, glaring up at your blonde-haired sister. She looked like she was dressed for another party, not an off the cuff stream.

“Well, I pay you and if you want that to continue, you will help me set up the game and stream.” Her hanging your only source of income over your head was really shitty.

You growled but got out of bed, passing by her in a haste. You entered her office and quickly got to work setting up the stream and discord. Then you showed her how to load the game. She just nodded, not looking happy at all.

“Have fun.” You sounded bitter but at this point, you couldn’t hide it.

“Oh I’m going to have so much fun with them. It’s going to be so good, and maybe they will ask me to join them more often and they can stop faking their friendships with you.”

“Cool, good for you.” The audacity of this bitch. You left once you were sure it was set up correctly. She didn’t see, but you shot her the finger as you left. She was a bitch through and through.

You retreated to your room to sulk some more. This day was such a let down for you. Over the last month, you had really clicked with the Among Us group. Meeting more streamers as Poki had more games. They all seemed to like you, but your sister was probably right, they were just being nice because they could.

As you stared at your ceiling, you heard your sister talking and knew the stream had started. Groaning, you threw on some headphones and put on your playlist that was saved strictly for when you were sad. It helped to take your thoughts from the stressor at hand? And ease your mind.

****

Meanwhile, the stream was hell. Sean majorly regretted inviting Olivia onto it. To be fair, he was only being nice because the girl had been begging to join the game for a while now in his DM’s. But it was a huge regret with the way this woman was acting. She couldn’t even be Imposter without outing herself and the second Imposter.

“You guys know Y/n is my sister right?” She said offhandedly as they were waiting in the lobby for the next game.

“Wait what? Is that true?” Ludwig asked in disbelief. This woman was nothing like Y/n. She was a total ditz compared to Y/n.

“Of course it is. I have lived with her for twenty years now, I know a lot of dirt about her.” Hearing her say this angered Poki.

“Don’t go there, Olivia. Just play the game.” Poki didn’t want her to spill anything about her friend. It was messy that she would even want to.

Olivia sighed. “Awe but you would love this.”

“No, let’s just play the game.” Corpse was quick to cut her off.

“Come on Corpse, are you sure you don’t want to hear all the embarrassing things I know about her?” Everyone was quickly realizing just how messed up in the brain Olivia was.

“You do realize most of us are streaming this live?” Rae stated, sounding just as frustrated as Corpse felt.

“Please, let’s start the game.” He all but growled, wanting to shut this woman up. The game started and he pulled out his phone. He was going to finally get Poki to tell him Y/n’s instagram.

Corpse: I know you told me you couldn’t tell me what Y/n’s instagram is but please, can I get it now? Her sister is a fucking bitch.

He has so much more he wanted to say about Olivia and entitled attitude but making sure Y/n was okay was his number one priority.

Poki: She’s going to hate me if I do it.

Corpse: Please, this is important to me.

Poki: You owe me. Here’s her insta.

She sent him a link that led to a private instagram under the name Y/nY/l/n96. He requested to follow her.

Corpse: Thank you, let me know when to pay up.

Poki: Will do, now get into the game or Olivia is going to kill you. She’s imposter.

He got back into the game, hoping Y/n would accept his request.

****

After an hour of ‘sad girl hours’. You decided to do something that could help you not to focus on Olivia streaming in the other room.

Clicking instagram, you saw a notification. corpse_husband has requested to follow you. This was interesting. Either he’s smart enough to figure out who you are or Poki told him.

You accepted his follow and followed him back. He only had seven pictures, and of course there weren’t face pics. You admired him for keeping himself faceless to his fans. Now you hoped he wouldn’t bend to their pressure and reveal his face. Being faceless was good for him and his anxiety. The latest pics were his hand reveals he did for the fans, they made you giggle.

Corpse was good at keeping himself secret and you liked that. You did what you could to stay secret as well. Your Instagram profile picture was not even you, so no one would be able to point you out even if they knew your face. Also, you have hidden the account from Olivia, so she couldn’t send her fans to torment you.

As you scrolled Instagram, you received a DM. It was from the one and only Corpse Husband.

Corpse: This stream is hell without you tonight. Why did Sean have to invite her?

It made you feel a little better to see that Corpse was missing you in the stream tonight.

Y/n: That’s a question you will have to ask Sean. I was looking forward to playing Among Us with the group as well, but hey, it looks like they found someone who will bring in the views.

Corpse: Nope. She’s chasing away everyone’s viewers. Your sister is the worst. I see why you didn’t want us to know the two of you were related.

Your blood ran cold. How did he know that?

Y/n: How did you know she was my sister?

Corpse: She won’t shut up about it. No one can get her to stop. I’m sorry if you didn’t want us to know about this.

Of course, you should have known that Olivia was going to tell everyone that. She was also probably opening her mouth about so much other stuff.

Y/n: Well fuck. This sucks.

Corpse: Hey, don’t worry about it. No one is judging you for this, but we are wondering how you manage to handle her.

A soft giggle left your mouth.

Y/n: It’s not easy. I mean sure I’m the older sister, but she acts like the queen around here.

Corpse: Damn. Here we go again. Your sister is trying to start some drama.

Hearing this, you realized you had to do something about this. There was no way you could let her sit there and continue to mouth off about you or anyone else in her life.

Y/n: Brace yourself, I’m about to ruin her stream.

Corpse: Good luck!

It was time to put her in her place, you got up and headed to the utility closet by the front door of the apartment. The fuse box was located there. You opened it and found the switch for her office and clicked it off. It was half a second before a loud scream was heard.

In less than thirty seconds she was running out of the office with a livid look upon her face. “What the fuck have you done?” She screamed while stomping up to you.

“I heard you were talking shit about me and decided to end it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“I can say whatever I want. The group was enjoying it.” She tried to act smug.

You laughed in her face. “Do you ever not lie?”

“Do you ever stop being a bitter bitch?” The anger was clear, but you didn’t care.

“Oh fuck off. You were annoying them with your ridiculous bullshit. I completely saved your ass from making a fool of yourself.”

“I fucking hate you!” She stepped up to you. “I’m kicking you out. Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my apartment.” The look on her face, showed she was serious about this.

“Fine.” Was all you said before you turned around and went back to your room, well your former room now. Pulling some bags out, you stuffed some clothes and important items into them. Once filled, you pulled on shoes and made sure you had what you needed until you could come get the rest of your stuff. Currently, you didn’t know how to feel about any of this, but you did need to get away from her.

PART TWO >>

[pawfulsofmischief]

Intro and Masterlist

Hallo, hallo!! I'm Nova, a pleasure to see you on my blog!! <33 I'm a Wolfstar addict, Belladora ship captain, Marylily/Dorlene admirer, Ao3 author, Dnd player and furry digital artist. I also post the occasional drabble here on tumblr when I get hit with inspiration but can't make the fic long enough (for me) to post on ao3.

My dm's are always open if you want to chat!! I mean about anything, really. Just chatting, questions about anything, etc etc. I love talking to people, but I'm real bad at reaching out first. My anons are also open if you want to send me anything <33 (If you send hate, I will simply use it as an exercise into descriptive writing of ways to say 'fuck you', but go off I guess.)

Anyway, here's my fics for those curious!

Ongoing Fics

They Never Expect the Squibs (TNES) Planned to be a long fic, 75k+ at least. squib!trans!Regulus and genderqueer!Sirius are the main POV's, and there's lots of queer stuff planned. Possible violence, but no explicit smut planned. Mentions of past trauma. Updates every other Friday (bar any life issues).

Sirius only remembers glimpses of a sister he once used to have when he was tiny before she vanished without a word. Regulus first remembers the dingy orphanage, which he was rescued from by a wonderful, accepting couple that raised him as their own. Imagine their surprise when the two meet years later, in the middle of a raging war that was getting quite out of hand. They look almost identical, they could almost be twins. How are they supposed to handle a surprise sibling reunion when the world is crumbling around them? And how are these muggles managing to survive Death Eater attacks, and even win the fights while they're at it?

Freak Like Me (FLM) Also planned to be a long fic, 50k+ words at least. trans!Sirius as the main POV, with bassist!Remus and werewolf!Regulus as major focuses. Also very queer. Wolfstar and Jegulus + other pairs. Explicit smut planned, as well as mentions of past trauma, addiction, etc. Updates alternating Fridays with TNES and CitF.

They're still young, barely in their twenties, and they want to have fun in a world that's a bit shite. When Marlene drags the group to an underground, magical concert, they don't know what they're getting themselves into. Music, werewolves, and rebellion flood Sirius's life all in the course of one night. A bassist with golden-amber eyes and tawny curls, a familiar grey eyed drummer he hasn't seen in years, and a singer with the most obnoxiously pink hair he's ever seen. What could this band possibly bring into his life that wouldn't be worth the way the bassist makes his stomach flip and breath hitch?

Corruption is the flesh that covers every bone. (CitF) Definitely look at the tags before reading this one. James's POV with the occasional POV from Sirius. A dark!Marauders fic that will be filled heavily with dark themes with this such as explicit violence. Rosekillerstarchaser and Wolfstar pairings with other background pairs. Also baby Harry and Teddy (adopted, not with Tonks)!!

In the midst of a war, with a baby on his hip and best friends at his side, James Potter begins uncovering a whole treasure trove of things he never could have imagined. Lies, deceit, slander, and more. Things about himself and Sirius and Peter that they should have realized with the kinds of pranks they pulled, and things about Lily that disgust him. Perhaps they really are more suited for the Dark side.

Kind-Of-Sort-Of-Dad-Uncles MixedUpWritersFest collab with @therealrjlupin!! Wrong number texting fic. PoV swaps between Sirius and Remus.

Remus is more than excited for his kind-of-sort-of-son-nephew to be born and attempts to text Peter the exciting news! Except, it isn't Peter that he texts, it's some stranger who he continues to text because, well, they're quite interest, if a bit egotistical. Sirius winds up getting an unsolicited “in active labour” text one evening from a random number. They find it quite amusing and decide to keep texting this curious stranger that has gotten them so invested in this child they don't even know! Perhaps taking a gift to them in the hospital would be nice if they're going to be updated more.

Oneshots/others below the cut

Oneshots

Beggin' 5.8k words. NSFW Belladora (Bellatrix/Pandora) fluff and smut. The first half is smut free, with a bit of cute toddler Luna before the smut begins~

Bellatrix has just finished 'taking care of' a group of Order members with Fenrir and has found some distressing news. She returns home to her partner Pandora and daughter Luna later that evening, and Pandora soon helps her to stop thinking about it for a while.

Hell's Welcoming 12.9k words. NSFW Priest!Remus just got dropped into hell and is welcomed by Devil!Sirius in a way that surprises both of them ;) Beginning of a series of stand alone one shots that build on each other

Remus has spent the last forty-some odd years as a wonderful priest, following his vows to the letter and working to help to make the world a better place. He believed he would walk through the pearly gates of Heaven when he finally met his end... Except that's not at all what happens. Rather, he wakes up and soon finds he's been dropped down to Hell without a second glance. Sirius has been doing their job as the Ruler of Hell extremely well for centuries. So they'd seen plenty of souls that would theoretically go to Heaven be dropped down to Hell simply because 'God' doesn't want them. None have ever been like the priest that landed on his desk one evening just after his death, though. Remus and Sirius come to realize this arrangement is perfectly alright with them, however.

Special Nights 9.8k words. NSFW trans!Sirius ends up in a weird mutual masturbation situation on accident with James and Remus... It works out very well in the end

Remus came back for sixth year hot and of course Sirius noticed it. He managed to get through the first week just fine, he distracted himself well enough to not indulge in fantasizing too much. Until they go to bed early, high off adrenaline from a good day of pranking and he just wants to sleep, but he also keeps imagining Remus. Then he hears a moan from somewhere else in the room. From James's bed, in fact. But that's just the beginning for our delightful Sirius.

Gender Adventure 3.6k words. trans!James helps gn!Sirius come to terms with who they really are and protects them when needed. Second part will come out... eventually :D

When Dorcas comes out as nonbinary in the beginning of fourth year, it kick starts Sirius's thoughts into his own gender identity. With the help of best mate James and his wonderful parents, as well as wonderfully accepting friends, Sirius starts the journey- or adventure, as one may call it- into figuring out what it all leads to.

Coffee and Tea 888 words. Real simple Harry and Draco bump into each other at a coffee shop.

Harry's there to just get his morning tea, like he does most days. He isn't, however, expecting to hear the one voice he'd never thought he'd hear again. After all, who would have expected to find Malfoy in a muggle cafe of all places?

A Very Sassy Potter

748 words. Possibility of more in the future. Harry is a sassy Slytherin and he talks back to Snape in the very first potions class of first year.

Harry has grown up not taking any shit, so when Snape comes at him trying to make him look stupid, Harry shows him he's far from it.

Love of a Mother 3k words. Molly Weasley focused, multiple pairings mentioned. Tells a story of how Molly protects all the kids she can through the war~

When Molly Weasley sees Vernon Dursley and how he treats Harry, she decides to take Harry instead. She gives him a home and family, and against Dumbledore's wishes, doesn't let him go back to a place such as the Dursleys. When Narcissa comes to Molly with a request, she takes Draco in with open arms. She gives him the kind of love Narcissa was never able to while around Lucius. Molly loves her children, she just wants them to be happy.

Yule Ball Confessions 3.7k words. Drarry fic with vague Pansmione. Pansy and Hermione are fed up and make the boys dance at the Yule ball together.

Harry takes Hermione to the Yule Ball, but he doesn't quite realize that she's up to something. In what seems to be a coordinated plan with Pansy Parkinson herself, Hermione manages to somehow convince Draco bloody Malfoy to 'teach' Harry to dance... Which somehow leads to something highly unexpected?

On hold/Being rewritten

Another Black Sheep 79k+ words. 5 chapters so far. Currently being rewritten very slowly to be more cohesive and shite. trans!OC + twins focused. It follows their time in school and beyond during the war. Regulus lives, as do Sirius, Remus, etc. This was the first fic I wrote after coming back from a long ass hiatus and jumping from Wattpad to Ao3.

Fox Black has always been a bit strange. Ever since he was little he stood out. Auburn hair, always playing in the mud, and quite loudly wondering why daddy was always so mean about blood status. Of course, he was also once known as Vulpecula Bellatrix Malfoy, eldest child and sole daughter of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. But he's always been trouble for the Malfoys, and that doesn't stop when he gets to Hogwarts. Instead, it gets worse, as on the very first train ride to Hogwarts, Fox meets a pair that became the most unlikeliest friends for a Malfoy: Fred and George Weasley.

[lucycola]

Spock being kind of betrayed by his love interest but after a bit of angst, everything falls into place and fluff is baaaack :>

Spock x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Language, sexual situations, daddy kink if you squint

Spock is a bit of a stubborn asshole in this one. He doesn’t like being lied to and will not stop at getting the truth, especially when he knows it’s about him. Spock may be a little too personal in front of Bones, but it’s an emotional situation. 

The buzz from your monitor diffused through the air, ringing in Spock’s ears. As low as it was it still brought him to groggily open his eyes. The whole room was wrapped in a soft blue glow. He sat up, hand immediately feeling the empty spot next to him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly sure how long,” you whispered, hunched over the screen.

“T’hy’la,” he said into the glow, tone sharper than he intended.

You hurriedly flipped off the monitor.

“Spock,” you said, “I’m sorry I woke you.” You tip-toed carefully across the room and crawled back under the thermal blankets. Your boyfriend have better been thankful that you were extremely cold natured otherwise the mere temperature of his cabin would drive you out of the room.

“What were you-”

“I was finishing up some work for the lab. I dreamed of it and woke and immediately I had to do it before it slipped my mind.”

He could sense your deceit in the way your voice wavered, but it also did that when you were grieving. He moved to find your hand in the dark, but failed as you began to massage his scalp.

Were you avoiding his touch? he wondered.

“Sleep, Sa-mekh,” you gently teased him with the only word that could make his scowl at you, other than ‘papa’ itself. He did like it in bed, however, as much as he denied it.

You paused, thinking of the word critically, a surge of panic leaving your hands. He could feel it, “Tell me what ails you. Who were you talking to a moment ago?”

“Myself,” you quickly yanked your hands away. “I really am sorry for waking you.”

He didn’t bother turning to face you or to further question you. It would come out eventually at the test of his impatience or yours. Something was upsetting you-he felt the raw emotion even through the follicles of his scalp. He would take more time to ponder-more time to investigate.

“I shall return to  sleep - as should you. You should participate in your work on the alpha shift singularly as your sleep cycles will continue to be disrupted therefore lowering you work efficiency-”

“And yours?” you finished for him, half joking. “Whatever you say, Commander.”

x

“I wish everyone would stop treating us like we’re married, honestly,” you said, crossing your arms in front of Doctor McCoy.

“All I know is that I’ve got an irritated Vulcan asking me to scan you. He thinks you're hiding something from me and he’s doing whatever he can to figure it out before actually asking you. Something about not letting him touch you. I tried to tell him it was normal once a month-”

You gave him a playful swat.

“Forgive me, I jest.”

“How ridiculous,” you replied and then sighed.

“That’s a man’s pride for you. It escapes no species,” Nurse Chapel said handing you back the report.

“And as you are hiding something, I’m guessing, I suggest you go on out with it. He’ll tear the ship apart finding an answer.”

“And how I think he used to indulge in smothering me in rapid fire questions. That was before our first meld,” you said, fingering the edge of the padd not having fully looked at it yet.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t tried that yet,” McCoy said, “He’s already hunted me down once. I’m not allowed to say anything, but as a favor to me-”

“Bones-”

“Keep him out of my hair and tell him whatever it is you’re lying about-”

You turned the padd to face him and his eyes enlarged, first with shock and then with mirth. He let out a hearty laugh.

“Good luck with that one. I’d say he’s gonna turn green, but that’s normal for him.”

“Have you  talked to your mother yet, honey?” Nurse Chapel asked.

x

Why would you have spoken with your mother so late an hour? Was it purposeful because he had been sleeping? Was it an emergency? Surely you would have told Spock.

He had already extracted the call log from his comm, even though the data had been private and locked under your information. You would fuss at him later he already knew, but this little inkling in the back of his mind reminded him. That raw feeling he felt through your hands. It terrified you. You were scared of something.

You were lying to him. You had lied to him. You had not been speaking to yourself. You had been speaking to your mother. He supposed he could contact your mother, but you two had never formally been introduced and some parties might find that offensive.

You were eating less and less and sleeping with him less and less. You weren’t being as intimate as you usually were either and that was most alarming. Not because it was a requirement to Spock, but because it was a deviation of your behavior. Spock didn’t usually adopt Terran colloquialisms, but once after sucking him off in the lab in the middle of a gamma shift he called you a ‘dirty bird’. He always made you blush when using Terran phrases and slang.

Was it something he did? It seemed he was always doing something, but Spock could honestly not place something accidentally offensive or insulting he might have said. You were pretty good at pointing out when he was too candid or too critical. He was good at pointing out when you were too emotional and too...well too human.

Yet he relished in every bit of that-and so did you, or so he thought you had.

So what was it?

Spock didn’t chew on his nails, but found himself letting the edge of his thumb rest in his teeth.

A familiar warm hand clapped him on the shoulder.

“Look alive, Spock,” the captain playfully chided.

“I assure you captain I am in no way deceased.”

x

You were pregnant. It was that simple. Yet, it didn’t feel simple at all. You wouldn’t hardly let Spock even touch you for fear of finding out. You were terrified of his response.

You were puking in the bathroom and had called your mother immediately. It was the second week in a row and Christine’s labs proved it.

You had a bun in your oven. You could see Spock giving you the quizzical brow at the use of the expression. You could see yourself fussing a little, telling him you knew that he knew exactly what that phrase meant and to stop acting like he didn’t.

It was true what you had said to Bones.

You two weren’t married. It was perfectly normal to have a child out of wedlock- that was, on Earth. You hadn’t even met his parents. What would they say? It would only be a fourth Vulcan. He didn’t speak fondly of his father and whenever prompted you could practically read how sour their relationship was. His father had to be fond of humans to some extent-his wife was human after all.

Would other Vulcans shame Spock? Would they shame your baby?

You heard a buzz from the comm. You got up out of bed and walked over.

“McCoy to Yeoman L/N.”

“Yes, doctor?”

“I’ve got a green-blooded devil down here demanding your presence.”

You groaned into your fist.

“You can’t make me.”

“Please.”

It was the first time you ever heard Spock say that. The tone was nearly pitiful as it was on edge.

x

“You can’t make anyone get a scan, Spock. She doesn’t even work in your division,” Bones said once you arrived.

“She has not been eating, sleeping, nor participating in the normal intimate recreations. Her behavior is off and her pallor has changed considerably,” Spock argued.

“That’s not of anyone’s business, Spock,” you said, appalled. He was being...so unlike himself. It was even weirder that it was in front of Bones. Spock would rather eat his hat than be any kind of vulnerable in front of...well anyone. 

“He’s...he’s just worried about you,” Nurse Chapel offered politely from afar.

You groaned, “I wish everyone would just stay out of it. I’m not ready for this.”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you...uh” Bones started but immediately stopped when you shot him daggers, “Spock, why don’t you just ask her?’

“She has deceived me once before. I do not trust her again to be candid. She is either emotionally upset with a matter and does not want to tell me because it concerns me or she is ill and is emotional about such and does not want to tell me. Either way I am...most concerned.”

It seemed Spock would be eating his own hat later. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Was he really this worried? 

“Spock...”

He turned to you, “I apologize for involving the doctor but I do not like it when you lie. Especially when I can be of assistance.”

You could feel water brimming at your lashes. “You’re so smart, Spock. Just so damn smart I hate it.”

You sat on the edge of one of the stretchers, tears dribbling down your face.

“Now, look what you’ve done, you ass!” Bones said angrily, “Out of my bay this instant.”

Spock ignored him and knelt down in front of you.

“I can help. And if I can’t we will find a way, ashayam.”

You looked up at him. “I am upset with something...and I am sick and it does have to do with you. Both of your guesses were right.”

You held out a hand. He assumed it was to meld, but it wasn’t so as you only placed his hand palm down on your still flat abdomen.

His eyes widened. “Y/N...”

“I know I lied about talking to my mother. I was just afraid you would find out and I wasn’t... I just don’t think we’re ready. I want to be ready, but I don’t know if you’re ready. We’re not married and I don’t want to cause trouble for you on Vulcan.”

He stared at your stomach for a long time, hand unmoving.

“I do not care what others think of me on Vulcan. I do not care what they think of my t’hy’la or my child,” he said with a tone of finality, “I only care what you think. If you are not ready I will not force you to beget my children.”

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“I do not think a parent ever truly is. My mother once spoke those words to me,” he admitted, “But it is not my say in the matter whether you choose to carry out the pregnancy. Do you wish to terminate the pregnancy?”

“No, Spock.”

He rubbed your stomach gingerly, “I am sorry for my behavior, ashayam. It was most ill-mannered of me. The mother of my child deserves better treatment.”

You placed your hand over his while it was still on your stomach, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t lie to you.”

“Well, well,” the doctor spoke up from the awkward silence beside his nurse, “I guess we ought to pass around cigars now?”

It seemed you both had forgot that Bones and Christine were still even there, witnessing the sappy moment between you two. 

Spock repaired that easily. 

“I will not allow my t’hy’la to engage in such a habit or for those surrounding her to do so. Certainly, doctor, you do not permit such unhealthy behaviors to pregnant persons.”

You laughed and Bones rolled his eyes.

Another day on the Enterprise, you thought. Another day.

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