#due to not doing much stuff that isn't work or sleeping

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I happen to have the one day for the next week plus off that doesn't look like it'll be dummy rainy. I want to go do something outside. I just don't have the energy. The spoons are dirty in the sink and not free for me to use right now. And that makes me really depressed and now I can't get out of bed because I'm too sad to.

[emptinessitself]

It's 3 am and I should be going to sleep but bro my blood is boiling and I just need to get this off of my chest

That older sister in new Lilo and Stitch remake? This isn't Nani.

Nani wanted to be pro surfer sure, hell she had trophies and shit for it, but it never was more important to her than HER ONLY LITTLE SISTER. THAT'S FUCKING WHY HER SURFER STUFF IN BACKGROUND AND NEVER MENTIONED, BECAUSE SHE CARES ABOUT LILO MORE! I'm not saying she should abandon her passion, no! But leaving Lilo behind goes against the very CORE of her character!

Original Nani was so great because she was so loving, selfless and brave despite everything. Never does she ever act like Lilo's weirdness is a problem that needs to be fixed.

I need to emphasize this for people defending live action Nani, as eldest with two younger sisters, NANI'S LOVE FOR LILO WAS NEVER A BURDEN TO HER.

Sure, she sacrificed a lot for Lilo! But does she ever complain, blame Lilo, or take it out on her? No! She truly loved her little sister and would rather fucking die, than even CONSIDER Lilo being a burden, HELL THERE'S SEVERAL SCENES WHERE SHE MAKES SURE LILO DOESN'T FEEL LIKE AN OUTCAST.

"B-but she never wanted any of this, and it's unrealistic if she keeps Lilo."

Bitch it's a story about found family with aliens, who gives a shit about realism?!

And while we're at it the "this ending is so realistic is good" can go fuck itself bc fictional world DOES NOT ABIDE BY REALISM RULES, it's existence is to defy those!

People who cheer Nani for abandoning her sister to pursue a career never had siblings. Nani didn't take care of Lilo out of obligation, she did it because she fucking loves her little sister, as simple as that! If I was in Nani's situation I'd do the same! CPS could try to pry my little shits of siblings from my cold dead fingers, I ain't giving them up, and idc IF they're lucky enough to be placed in a good home, they're my fucking family.

Nani was my role model after I rewatched Lilo and Stitch several times with my sisters who adored the movie. Nani was the only female character I can remember that resonated so much with me. I didn't think about her all the time, but the moments I remembered her were filled with thoughts "I wish I was as good a sister as Nani was".

So yeah. Movie never happened.

There's no Lilo and Stitch remake in Ba Sing Se.

P.s. the idea they had for "Older sibling has a dream but can't pursue it due to having to take care of younger sibling" could work, it's kinda interesting but NOT WITH NANI. She's just everything opposite about this plotline.

[omgeto]

☆ THREE ISN'T A CROWD — SATORU & SUGURU

summary: your best friends, geto and gojo, rail you in a hotel bed. that's it. that's the fic.

cw: afab!reader, finger fucking, unprotected sex, double penetration so mdni !!

an: I wrote this whilst drinking a big fat cup of tea, and eating a packet of stale biscuits. so no angsty romance today, just two besties appreciating you in their own special way. it is 5:40 am so I did not proof read this so ignore mistakes pls <;33

gojo and geto were mischievous on their own accords – but when together it was worse. so when you were sandwiched between them in your hotel room, since of course there was only one bed, you weren’t even surprised.

“this is not fair,” gojo mumbles, his lips curling into a mock pout as he exhales a huff of air. 

“oh don’t be a baby,” geto scolds, with a chuckle . gojo and geto bickered over who got to sleep where and after a lengthy game of rock paper scissors – it was gojo who had to face the wall. “you’ll get your turn soon.” you could feel geto’s breath on your neck as he was placed firmly behind you, his hands stuffed in your pants as his fingers caress your wet slit. 

“don’t be mean sugu,” you chastise, your hand trailing up gojo's back to his shoulder to turn him over, facing you, “there’s enough of me to go around.” gojo is needy, pressing a feverish kiss to your lips, wanting to taste all of you.

gojo didn’t think his plan would work, when he proposed it to geto he was swift in his agreement — the only thing left was you. their pretty little best friend. who they've both wanted a piece of, for years.

now that he’s got you, he couldn’t contain himself – if he wasn’t careful he knew he’d be cumming in his boxers too soon. he latches onto your neck sucking and biting his hands grabbing onto your tits, tweaking and pinching at your nipples.

“you’re hogging her,” gojo complains, as his fingers slip down to your cunt. geto adds another finger spreading your lips wider as gojo’s forces his fingers into you. they were both rubbing your pussy. your wetness making it easier for gojo to piston in and out of you and for geto to stroke and flick against your clit with his thumb.

“g-guys fuck, you’re both too much,” you whimper,  your hips thrusting towards gojo, slotting onto his fingers further. geto’s slides his tongue from your collar bone to your jaw before his hand grips onto it, his lips remain at your ears as he whispers, “you gonna cum for us baby?”

“yeah c’mon make a mess for us,” gojo adds, continuing his pattern of rubs and pushes in your pussy, its almost as if he’s committed the rhythm to memory. he was effortless in working with geto, both aiding each other to help you reach your climax. geto pinches your clint, hard, and you spray both of their hands with your cum – squirting all over them.

gojo’s eyes widen at the sight, “shit, i didn’t know you could do that” he exclaims, taking his fingers out of you, examining them as they glisten with your juices, “suguru, did she know that she could do that?”

geto ignores him, rolling his eyes at his friends over excitement, “wanna be wowed even further, taste her, i bet she’s sweet.” before gojo could comply you take his fingers in your mouth, practically choking on them as you suck off all your juices. 

“you taste good don’t you?” geto muses, pressing a kiss to your neck, you nod dumbly as you lock eyes with gojo still nibbling on his fingers. 

“hey suguru, can we try something with her,” gojo proposes, and geto nods, prompting him to continue, “i wanna stuff her. i want both of us to stuff her. 

“we can make that happen, can't we?” geto smirks, rubbing on your ass giving it a light smack, “come sit on my dick, i’ll take of you.”

“what about me?” gojo whines, groaning as you're pulled away from him and on top of geto. 

“you’ll get yours in due time, satoru,” geto scolds, taking out his dick giving it some light pumps before rubbing it across your slit. you force yourself down on him, your hands clawing at his chest as you push it down. you were already gushing at the feeling of geto inside of you, filling you whole. so the idea of having them both in you had you excited, grinding down onto geto’s dick as hard as he was thrusting into you.

“are you seeing this?” geto asks gojo, gesturing to the way your head was thrown back and your lips were clenched in your teeth, “the way our pretty friend here is all strung out on my dick?”

gojo’s eyes were focused on the way you bounced repeatedly on his best friends dick, furiously pumping his as the sight. the way your grabbed your tits and played with your nipples, moaning to the beat of geto’s thrusts, he knew he needed to be inside of you. 

he gets out of the bed, coming to kneel behind you, peppering kisses along your spine. “i think theres room for me, isn’t there?” he jests, slightly pushing you forward, eyeing the way geto’s dick slides in and out of you. 

you take a shark inhale at the feeling of gojo entering you, “you’re good,” geto reassures, “you can take us.” and you moan as you get used to the feeling of the both of them, their dicks rubbing together as they drive into you, instantly finding a rhythm. 

“you feel so fuckin’ good, w-way too good,” gojo moans, holds you from behind, his chest presses against your back, his hands cupping your boobs as his head rests on your shoulders. 

“‘m close,” geto mutters, smirking at the sight of you, the feeling of you. “you gonna let us cum inside of you? really keep you filled up.” you moan out in agreement, your head felt so foggy with the feeling of them both charging into you. geto gives gojo a knowing smile, and as if on cue, they both load into you showering you with their cum. you finish at the same as them with a high pitched moan, releasing onto them, feeling stuffed with all their cum, and yours, resting inside of you.

“now that,” gojo pulls out of you, pressing an appreciative kiss on the corner of your lips before collapsing on the bed with a blissful smile, “was fucking magical.”

“yeah i guess it was good,” geto chuckles, still inside of you, kissing you on your forehead, his hand slinging over your ass, as you slump on top of him, “how are you feeling?”

“you two are exhausting,” you joke with a smile, “but i can see why i kept you around as my friends.” although this was something that you yourself didn’t plan, you weren’t gonna deny that being freshly fucked and laid up with your two best friends wasn’t all that bad.

AN: I think you can see my heavy bias for geto come thru in this fic but oh well DIVIDERS BY @/CAFEKITSUNE I wrote this more for time than anyone else tbf BUT TELL ME WHAT U THINK since I am iffy on my smut skills

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi, would it be possible for you to write something about stephxdanny where danny has an ice core and can only visit steph in the winter season, usually in the other seasons they talk through a laptop that danny made with the help of tucker? or something like that, have a nice day.

Steph has been counting down to the first day of winter. She had worked her ass off to make sure all cases she was assigned were completed.

She spoke to her teachers beforehand, asking for any classwork they would give her. Steph had even informed her mother that she would be on a trip so she would not have to worry about her (or listen to her lectures) for a while.

She had told Bruce she wanted to be benched for a couple of days. He seemed almost relieved by her request, letting her know they would only call upon her in an emergency.

Everything was all set for when Danny would arrive. She will be taking her boyfriend on a winter wonderland tour in Gotham. Each section of the city had little festivals, events, and fun holes in the walls.

Danny will arrive on time this year for the winter arts festival. Disregarding the few booths dedicated to Christmas decorations- as Danny hated that holiday with a burning passion due to years of resentment. He only associated bad members of his parents arguing around that time- there were many things she knows he adored.

Like those natural soaps from Mrs. Miller on Street Nine or the unique winter edition fudges from O'Malley's Bakery.

There is so much excitement coursing through her veins that she has to do the most push-ups until she's so tired she has to go to bed. Otherwise, Steph will never get a wink of sleep and will be too exhausted to enjoy seeing her boyfriend again.

In the morning, Danny will be going through the portal. The thought whispers in her mind and a large grin blooms. Not caring for the sweat pouring down her face or the slight shake in her arms, Steph thinks about it repeatedly.

Pumping her arms up and down, she giggles as butterflies flutter in her belly.

The following day, she gets up earlier than usual to shower, shave, and spend an hour on her hair. Usually, she doesn't bother that much, as her hair isn't too hard to manage. A good comb with a headband was her usual go-to style, but today, she wanted to curl it and braid some snowflakes into it.

Steph had taken ages picking out a good outfit. She usually dressed well, but this would be the first time she would see Danny in nearly a year. Who could blame her for wanting to look good?

She skipped out of her house, going to the oldest cemetery in Gotham. The place where she first met Danny all those years ago, ignoring the stun looks she received on the street. It wasn't often that she did her make-up that wasn't stubble or that she forgo casual wear, but when she did well, she knew she was a knockout.

It's something the Waynes always played up at the galas. There was a danger to being this pretty; she knew that better than most in places like Crime Alley, but Steph knew that if she thought she looked good, why not show it off if she felt good?

There was nothing vain in being comfortable and happy in your own skin. Steph would kick the ass of anyone who said otherwise.

Her strike was long and confident as she slowly entered Old Gotham. The buildings started to look less metal and glass, turning into red bricks and wooden beams. She takes a moment to appreciate the buildings, breathe in the lovely winter air, and take in the sounds of the city slowly coming to life.

There wasn't a lot of foot traffic in Old Gotham, seeing as most of the stuff here was protected for historical tours, some courtrooms, and the occasional little shops and restaurants.

It could have been a good tourist place, but when people came to Gotham, they tended to go further into the city where all the chain stores, newer buildings, and shopping malls were. It was why Steph had run away to her when she was fourteen. She knew that most people who visited Old Gotham were either retired or locals.

Half the time, the streets only had a few people walking them, looking into windows of small businesses or taking pictures of the old buildings. She had figured none of them would care if she ran away from home after her shitty dad got too drunk once.

Steph had been young then, too small to start her Spoiler crusade on her Da, and had chosen life on the streets as better than that hateful place. She had wandered into the cemetery, climbing into a mausoleum to escape the snowstorm that passed through the city, and sitting with he back against the coffin, feeling small and miserable.

She had never been one to fear the cemetery or the dead. She knew that living men were much worse, but even she had screamed when the coffin's lid had suddenly slid off, revealing a bright green light.

The portal inside the coffin would open at winter's first noon, then close on winter's last noon.

She remembers stumbling backward, too frightened to think correctly and run, when a head slowly reached out of the portal, gripping the side of the coffin, and a boy her age heaving himself out of the coffin with a grunt. His snow-white heart sparkled in the portal's glow, his slightly tan skin blemish-free, and his glowing green eyes pinned her to her place.

He was the definition of beauty. If it had been a movie scene, she knew the musical theme for him would have been flutes, harps and singing angles harmonizing as he slowly smiled at her.

She threw the brick she picked up in the alley as hard as she could at his face. Danny's head snapped back, nose breaking, and a gush of green blood oozed from his face as he cried out, "Why!?"

Steph pulled out the gun she had stolen from her father, aiming it at the boy who swearing and cursing up a storm from his little portal. He froze when he saw it aimed at him, the sound of her releasing the safety loud in the small stone room.

Neither mentions the slight shake in her fingers- before Bruce trained the fear out of her- as she glared at him. "Dead things should stay dead."

Then Danny had done what made her fall for him. He made two finer guns at her while narrowing his eyes. "You pull that trigger, and I'll pull mine."

"What? I have a gun!" She snapped only to watch him smirk with enough mischievous glee in his eyes that it felt like a slap. How was something dead able to seem more alive than she was?

"So does most of America. You ain't special." The boy taunted, and for some reason, that made her laugh so hard that she ended up on the floor wheezing. The conversation had been much smoother when she wasn't aiming a weapon at him.

She discovered that he was a being that could only visit her world during winter through the means of an ancient society that long ago vanished from history. He went by the name Danny. He could snap his fingers and shift into a human-looking boy, and the most surprising fact about him was that he genuinely seemed to love how different humans lived in Gotham.

She had gotten so used to how her city was terrible that she had forgotten what was good about it. The sights she saw in everyday mundane life were something Danny had waited a whole year, saving up every penny, to see.

She also found out he had the money and the smarts to get them a nice warm hotel room- separated by a door- and a love for peppermint lattes. He offered her cash to help him explore the city, and the rest, as they say, was history.

Now, three years later, every winter, Steph compiles a list of places to go, things to do, and people to meet, rekindling the love for her city burning brightly in her chest.

She protected this city by stopping her dad and breaking his plans. Her spite and hate for him was the reason.

But Danny had turned into the motivation. Into her heart. That kept her going because he saw this place- and her- as something worth crossing the realms to.

She places the two letters and a warm pastry bag on the ground. She sits down, crosses her legs, and checks her watch again. There are only five more minutes till the clock strikes noon.

Steph leans back, eyes on the lid of the coffin, waiting for a movement that will alert her that her heart has returned for another incredible three months.

Danny can't stay once winter ends; just like the snow-white of his hair, he will melt in the spring. He warned her long ago that if she really wanted to give her heart to him, then it would suffer bruises of their distance. He would care for her and her heart as much as he could, but there were rules to this world that did not allow him to truly become a part of it.

She had told him that no matter how long it would be, she would love him through each season, year, and moment she drew breath. No matter how long it's been, she will always be sitting in this exact spot again and again, every year, for this moment.

The moment winter returned him to her.

The coffin shakes a little as a familiar glow shines through the small cracks.

[sumiieon]

✦ General & Random Headcanons ノ Random hcs and little things that came up to my mind when it comes to them! ⸝⸝ gn reader ⸝⸝ featuring moze, mydei, dr ratio. ⸝⸝ wc: 1,196 ✦ Note ; the usual "beware of horrible grammar with spelling mistakes because English isn't my first language" ⸝⸝ might be ooc because I've only started writing about hsr characters in general just now ⸝⸝

♡ Moze

⸝⸝ Imagine a cat lover Moze who always yet discreetly tries to pet a kitty when he was lurking at the street but the cats always end up running away because of his scary aura (Jiaoqiu never lets him off the hook when he found out about this.) ⸝⸝ Secretly really likes and collects those tiny adorable plushies that resemble cats. He keeps them sitting near his pillow on the rare occasion where Moze does take a rest out of fatigue. ⸝⸝ Canonically enjoys cleaning and couldn't stand even the smallest of smallest dirt in his presence ever. Wherever he lives or resides in, it's super clean that you can see the light from the lamp on the ceiling being reflected by the floor. His place is super tidy and neat too! Things are placed where they're supposed to place. ⸝⸝ Following the third point, I see him using at least 20 shampoo and/or conditioners in a single shower to ensure his hygiene. Once his work is over, Moze would spare at least an hour and it's all for bath and his hygiene. In the case where he did finish earlier, Moze would use those time to ensure his place is still as clean and tidy as it was before leaving again. ⸝⸝ HATES drinking/consuming medicine due to his past. Due to this, Moze keeps and make sure he's always healthy. (His sleep schedule might be unhealthy though) ⸝⸝ Moze would follow you around from behind to ensure your safety. I know, it sounds a little bit creepy and weird from an objective standpoint, but he's doing that to ensure your safety! Really! ⸝⸝ Say goodbye to giving him surprise hugs from behind on the contrary. Moze's sharp and keen senses can always detect your presence miles away before you even acknowledge his near you. You can unfortunately rarely if not never catch this man off guard. ⸝⸝ Would leave you small gifts with notes on them. Stuff such as a bouquet of flower, or something that reminds him of you ⸝⸝ Moze is so underrated and adorable I love him <3 ♡ Mydei

⸝⸝ Do you think Mydei could braid hair well? I've been staring at his drip marketing for a while now and it makes me think about how he braids that little part of his hair. So yes! Would braid your hair if you ask him to as long as you two are not under the peering eyes of the public.

⸝⸝ VERY discipline and strict about especially his training, and being the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos strengthened this. Mydei would wake up early every morning to train and train.

⸝⸝ Headcanon that comes off very personally that Mydei is actually pretty good at playing chess, he just doesn't show it off all the time because he thinks it's not all that necessary. Mydei grew up in a region/nation that's all about basically war and tech that revolves around them (cmiiw.) Due to this, he pretty much has a strong sense of the strategization needed in chess.

⸝⸝ Dry texter. Like super dry that it's actually funny. Mydei doesn't see the need to use things like emojis and stickers because as long as it gets his messages across then it works for him.

⸝⸝ Good with kids. Mydei canonically had willingly trained a kid in Okhema. He's those typical gruff who's an enormous softie deep inside, except he just struggles or even sees it as vulnerable to express it.

⸝⸝ I could see him as those healthy mama's boys. Mydei had often gotten compliments about his looks, but utter out something like "I bet your mother is sooo pretty for her son to look like this" and he will melt in your arms.

⸝⸝ Has one of those punchable yet cute smug-ish grin. When Mydei managed to for instance get under your skin, he will have that stupid grin on his face that makes you want to punch him, except he also has enough of the charm to not make you want to punch him. (Not like you can anyway man's a beast)

⸝⸝ Probably has a sweet tooth. On a particularly hard day, Mydei will indulge in himself by having a bite from Golden Honeycake, or have a drink of Pomegranate Juice with milk. (Gosh love this man <3) ⸝⸝ Likes chaste kisses. The prince will never say it out loud to your face, but when he wants a small peck on your lips or just wants to be held by you in general, he will subconsciously glance at you and let his eyes linger a little longer on you, be it on the lips, or stare your eyes out. Give him a short small kiss on his lips, and the warrior succumb into your arms.

♡ Dr. Ratio

⸝⸝ Elegant yet horrible looking handwriting. By horrible, I mean they look like those ancient scripts that needed to be translated in order to be read. By short, we call it "Doctor's Handwriting" lmao.

⸝⸝ I like to think he does skin care as a routine. Be it due to his value of hygiene, or even irritable skin. He has a 20 step routine skin care I just know it (source: trust me bro)

⸝⸝ Also another one of a strict and disciplined scholar. Ratio wakes up every morning early to workout and maintain his healthy physique. He never leaves without tucking you properly and sneaking in a small kiss on the forehead however!

⸝⸝ No doubt will invite you over to bath with him. Not in any sexual way, just a cozy escape after both of your own rough and tiring day. Ratio will gladly help you scrub your back in the most gentle way possible. The two of you would end it by him reading a book in the bed while holding you close to his figure <33

⸝⸝ Ratio is a busy man and tend to leave early, but will leave notes at certain places for you (ex. on the fridge in the morning)

⸝⸝ Don't know about you, but Ratio personally doesn't say anything much about your relationship. But, he doesn't deny it either when asked. Once given the opportunity, will subconsciously ramble on about how he's graced with your presence and as your lover.

⸝⸝ Has a habit of eating fruits because he both wants to and keeps himself healthy. Expect the fridge to always have a space for some fruits in there for him to eat.

⸝⸝ Encourages you and makes sure you do eat healthy, following up from the point above. Ratio will remind you when to eat and stop you from work to make sure you remember to take a break. (I also love this man)

© fleuriion ― please refrain from ; plagiarizing, ai usage, repost without credits ― positive interactions are always welcome!

[notatzimisce]

Brain Tickles Masterpost

Someone asked so now there is one. Only kind of a FAQ but it's easier to format this information as a series of questions.

Q: What's this brain tickles/brain implant thing you keep posting about?

A: I'm a cyborg science experiment. The less cool way to say this is that I'm a patient in a clinical trial testing a new application of deep brain stimulation. I have a pacemaker for my brain, basically. The device isn't new but the use is.

Q: What's the device like?

A: It's a couple of depth leads attached to a small box set into my skull, everything underneath the skin. It monitors my brain activity in one side of my amygdala, and when it detects a certain concerning biomarker (pattern of brain activity), it zaps my left ventral capsule in response.

You can check out the actual manuals for the device here, which include a step-by-step for neurosurgeons. I think that's pretty cool.

Q: So you don't have epilepsy. What disease are they studying this for?

A: I have treatment-resistant major depression. The study guys think this is probably a different disease altogether from what you can treat with medication, due to how it behaves, and also, because it won't respond to anything short of direct neurostimulation (like TMS or ECT, which will get a response but not ultimately work).

Besides making me not life-ruiningly miserable for literally no reason all the time, the stimulation makes major improvements to my otherwise pretty shaky cognition and memory, gives me the energy to perform basic tasks, and seems to fix a lot of autonomic stuff like insomnia and digestive issues as well.

Q: Does that mean they know what causes depression?

A: They know several different parts of the brain that you can tickle to treat otherwise intractable depression. Brains are awfully individually variant, and you can't reasonably guess which site is going to do it for a given person.

Q: What's the root cause, then?

A: No idea! If they have a guess, they're not telling me, and I'll find out when they publish.

Q: How did they figure out which part of your brain to tickle and which to monitor?

A: They gave me an SEEG and stimulated a bunch of likely areas to see what happened. After that, they spent a few months going through the literal terabytes of data recorded.

Q: How much did the surgery suck?

A: The SEEG was less bad than any root canals I'd had up to that point, although I've had less shitty ones since. The worst part was that I was considered a fall risk and needed to call a nurse whenever I had to pee.

The actual device implantation was worse to recover from than a root canal, but still sucked less than my totally easy, uncomplicated, textbook wisdom tooth removal. I spent two and a half days napping on-and-off, I took a lot of tylenol, and I couldn't sleep on that side of my head for a couple weeks. That's about it.

In advance, they told me there was about a 1% chance of infection and a 2-3% chance of bleeding. Neither thing happened. Yay! Compared to the odds of complications from other types of surgery, that's pretty great.

Q: Can you feel your brain getting zapped?

A: Normally, no. I can feel when it turns on in the morning because I pretty quickly start to feel more alert and less shitty, but the standard zaps aren't strong enough for me to feel physically. If they were to crank up the amperage some, I could feel that, and it'd be extremely distracting.

Q: What does that feel like?

A: At lower levels, if I can just barely feel it, it's kind of like a little anxiety thrill or tickle of anticipation down in the core of my chest, and my palms prickle. At higher levels, like they used during the SEEG, it's more like a rush of electric energy and heat that wells up in my core and spreads out into my limbs, and I have to wiggle them around to "shake it off" or it's too much to handle.

I felt some other, different things from other sites that they didn't end up going with. There was one that made my eyes unfocus unevenly and made me feel weird and lightheaded in a way I can only describe synesthetically (swell, rubber, gum, balloon, pink-red), and gave me the sense that something Bad would happen if they kept pushing that button. There was one that just made one or both of my hands start buzzing for some reason.

Neurostim that you can feel is incredibly distracting. It's not like inputs from outside that your brain can evaluate and filter. You can't ignore it any more than you could ignore having a seizure. There was one setting we tried that made me feel kind of like I had an intangible "itch" somewhere inside my right shoulder and my right leg, and every time it fired, it derailed my thoughts so badly that I couldn't even focus on a simple phone game. Something more intense is going to knock you on your ass.

Once in a long while (once every five months or so, maybe?), I have dreams where I experience a different, half-remembered version of that electric energy feeling, even though the device doesn't stimulate me at night. Actually, it's been happening ever since the SEEG. I think my brain just learned and filed away a new type of sensation.

Q: If I got my brain tickled in the same place, would I feel that?

A: Almost certainly not. I can't guess at what you'd feel, but as mentioned, brains are really individually variant. It's pretty much different for everyone. You might feel something I don't even have a frame of reference for.

It also depends on the exact way you're being stimulated. The same site can either make me feel better or make me cry uncontrollably, depending solely on how long the electrical pulses are.

Q: How many amps are they hitting you with?

A: They can't tell me (yet) in case it placebos me in some way. I know it's less than 3 mA (because I can feel 3 mA) and probably more than 1. 6 mA is the strongest they've ever given me, which is a brick-to-the-face biofeedback high.

Q: How do they know if it's working and not a placebo effect?

A: You report twice-daily on your symptoms throughout the whole thing. There's a phase where they occasionally change the type of stimulation or turn it off entirely for several weeks. They don't tell you when they change anything.

Personally, it's consistently obvious to me within about ~20 minutes when they change something -- they've commented on how consistent my responses are and how quickly I see differences. I can even tell when they turn it off during visits to do recordings. I've heard that's not true of all the patients, though.

Q: What's this piss signal thing you mention?

A: At one point, the stimulation started giving me bladder spasms, so every time it fired I felt like I had to pee. They had to find a new setting that didn't do that. They didn't change anything at the time, so we don't know exactly what caused it. Possibly the electrode drifted a very, very tiny amount, or possibly my brain just built an annoying new connection that allowed this to happen.

The study guys reached out to some other experts they know about it, though, and determined that could happen if my hypothalamus was getting some stimulation by accident -- entirely possible, since it's pretty close to the electrode.

Q: Do you recharge it or get the battery replaced or what?

A: I have to get the entire battery pack/computer part of the device replaced every, probably, six to twelve years when the battery starts to run down. It detaches from the leads, so they won't have to redo the part that involves threading wires into my brain every time.

Q: Aren't you worried about your brain getting hacked?

A: Well, my implant doesn't have wifi or anything. Literally anything can be hacked somehow, but I'll worry about that when I get into a sworn blood feud with an engineer.

Q: Aren't you worried about handing over part of your body to a corporation?

A: The alternative is being in hell at all times forever. I too would like to have an open-source brain implant that's easy to replace though.

Q: Aren't you worried about never being able to get an MRI again?

A: I actually can get an MRI, as long as the MRI scanner puts out a basic-bitch amount of teslas and my implant is switched into MRI mode. I'm not totally sure how that works, but it puts a strain on the battery, so I'm guessing it's generating its own little field. My implant isn't ferrous, so the worry is less "yanking wires around" and more "tissue heating".

Q: Aren't you worried about your body rejecting it?

A: No, medical implants are made of materials like titanium and silicone that the body doesn't care about (unless you have a titanium allergy). I'm really not sure where the pop-culture idea of cybernetic rejection came from. I'm guessing it's writers not understanding why organ transplants reject and thinking it works the same way. Or something about how steel implants can sometimes start to corrode and irritate tissue.

Q: Aren't you worried about this being used to mind control everyone?

A: In my case, mind control is sort of the point.

But also, not really. I mean, you're talking about each individual person getting multiple MRIs, a ~$40,000 implant, three brain surgeries (two of which bookend a multi-week hospital stay), and requiring like a year's worth of fine-tuning from a team of specialized professionals. And it all requires so much precision that if you cut corners on any of this, you're not going to get the results you want.

The cost, time, and effort involved to implant people at scale would be fucking insane. Even if all the tech involved became cheap, you'd still have the problem where you need to pay a competent neurosurgeon for the SEEG and the actual device implantation, and a team of competent neurologists to spend at minimum several months gathering and analyzing data on how each person's brain works, because the individualization of the brain means you can't plug-and-play this shit. And each group -- let's be generous and say it takes only five such specialized professionals -- would be able to do this to about two people a year.

Maybe that will change the day we develop some means of simply scanning people's brains to map how they work in detail, at which point we'll basically have solved neurology.

Usually whenever there's a tumblr post going around about brain implants, someone freaks out about a hypothetical of, like, Amazon installing pleasure buttons in their workers to keep them compliant. That would involve spending minimum a hundred thousand dollars (but probably much more) on surgery, hardware, and calibration per disposable worker, and then if you fire them or they get a brain infection or something, you just lose that money. And if you cheap out, it doesn't work and you lose the money. And then the result, if it works, is that you get a button that makes them worse at their jobs when you press it.

A large corporation bent on technological enslavement to save a few pennies would literally get better results from slapping $30 shock collars on everyone.

Q: Does the study pay you?

A: I get the medical care for free. And $10 every other week to cover transportation costs.

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Overdose

Danielle Marsh x M! Reader

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A/N: This took me too long to be that short. Also, this might have a TW about drug mention, but I'm not sure.

As far as you're concerned, you might as well be in heaven. This is exactly what it should be like, or at least that's what you think. Because, to be honest, what could be more heavenly than this? 

Ok, you don't have seventy two virgins, in fact you don't have even one. But what you have is a little sex freak that compensates for all the other seventy one missing musses.

Of course you know Danielle isn't a virgin. You, personally, have fucked every one of her holes. Not once, not two, but several times. Sometimes, with the help of a toy, even more than one hole at the same time. So she has a lot of experience, and on top of that is the fact that she has even more enthusiasm.

“God, this feels sooooo goood!” Danielle manages to say between her panting breathing. Of course you know she means it, you can feel how wet she's because her juices are all over your shaft.

Danielle’s pussy feels so good clenching around your shaft. Her wet and warm walls squish your meat, demanding you to stay inside forever. And her moans are music to your ears, a sweet melody that resonates throughout the room, accompanied by a battery of applause that is actually the sound of your flesh colliding with hers.

At first glance you never could tell Danielle is this little sex freak, no one could. She's well behaved, a model daughter for her rich parents. Her family is more than well accommodated in the area, they own some business and have a lot of connection. In summary, they're rich and Danniel act like that almost all the time, but those who truly know her are aware that she isn't like that.

It's safe to say she's a slut, but not in a derogatory way. Danielle embraces who she is, but not with everyone; she only opens up to a few select people. Or at least that's what she told you. But you know there are more people who know that side of her than she's willing to admit. At least she knows how to keep her secret like that and only a person with your connection could find the clues, the little rumors, to know who she is.

“God, yes. Like that.” A loud moan follows Danielle’s words. Her fingers clenching tight to the bed sheets and her eyes closed due the pleasure she’s experiencing. And even when you are doing all the work of course this is pleasant to you too, otherwise why would you be ball deep on Danielle’s pussy?

This position doesn't allow her to do much, just give you naughty glares and moan to your actions. Danielle is lying on her back on the edge of your bed, holding one of her legs over her torso by the back of the knee. Her other leg is spread out on the bed, giving you full access to her private areas. Her left hand is firmly gripping the sheet above her head. Of course you two are completely naked and enjoying your bodies. You’re on your knees with your dick as deep as you can inside her.

Danielle’s small breasts jiggle hypnotically as they move with your thrusts. You grab the one that isn't covered by her knee and caress her stiff nipple with your thumb gaining a complacent glare from Danielle as she opens her eyes to look at you. You can see the pleasure on her face. “You like that, don’t you?” You ask her but you know the answer. “You like being the slut that you are. The biggest one on the campus.”

“Oh god! You are as good fucking as you are talking noncenses.” She bites her lower lips between sentences. “I’m not the biggest slut there. You know it.” That’s true because even when you aren’t a student of that university you know the story damn well. Something about a girl doing crazy stuff with her ass and sleeping with anyone. But you still love to tease Danielle.

“Second one then.” Her answer is cut when you roll her nipple between your fingers and pull it a little. You could be playing with her small breast an entire day if you could, but that will never be the case. Danielle isn’t your girlfriend or anything similar, she’s just your client. A good one by the way, but still nothing more like that. She fucks you when she’s too horny to find someone more decent to relief her urges, that on her how words, or when she don't want to pay for your merchandise. Which you think is just a way to hide that she likes you more than she wants to admit because there is no way she couldn't afford what you sell. Your merchandise isn’t that expensive and to be honest she doesn’t even need it. 

You sell drugs, pills to be more specific. Every kind that one could need to focus on study or calm the anxiety.  Adderall? You have it. Vyvanse? Of course you have it too. Ritalin, benzodiazepine, Valium, Xanax? Everything, you have everything of that and you can find something if your clients are willing to pay the price. And you don’t sell only in Danielle’s campus, no, you sell at any university in the city you can get to. That’s how you know she’s more willing to fuck peoples for other places rather than fromher how uni. Maybe she doesn't want to shit in the same place where she eats or something.

Anyways, you know Danielle doesn't need what you sell. She was doing pretty well before meeting you so her approach to that kind of drugs was just curiosity, to know how it feels, to experience something new. Something that of course her dad would never allow her to do, maybe because of their religion, or maybe because she has to be the perfect daughter and doing drugs doesn't fit with that description. 

Danielle crane her neck when your dick hit a sweet spot on her pussy. Her walls clenched in response and your dick feels trapped inside of her. That feeling is maybe too addictive, but she’s your best client so you don’t give a fuck because you know you will never fall in love with her. Your encounters are solely transactional and always going to be that way. She comes to you asking for pills or just dick, and you give her what she’s looking for. There is no cuddling or resting after you cum inside of her, she just grabs her things and leaves. When you cum on her, she just wipes the mess you did and occasionally takes a shower, but never stays too long. 

Leaning to her you hold her face with your hand, Danielle instinctively opens her mouth and captures your thumb with it. Her tongue plays over your finger as it was playing minutes ago with your dick, a great experience but the feeling of her tight pussy is even better than her sucking skills. “And you say you aren’t a slut?” You make fun of her.

“I never said thaaaaaat.” You increase the speed of your thrust just to bother her when she’s speaking. “I said I'm not the biggest slut on campus. There is a difference.” Danielle releases her leg and pulls you for a kiss. Her lips are glued to yours and makes you feel the taste of her pink lipstick. Her tongue is now battling in your mouth, fighting for dominance. Quite an effective way to shut you, you have to admit. 

Danielle’s hands wander all over your torso because she knows she doesn't need to hold you in place, that you will keep kissing her. No one would be so stupid to not kiss her, especially when she’s demanding it like that. Danielle’s beauty is unmatched, that’s how she gets away with everything she does. That and a sweet smile that can melt even the hardest of the hearts. 

You still remember when you first met her and she shyly approached you. That day Danielle was with one of her friends that already was your client, they came for something to keep them awake. You sold them what they were looking for and gave Dani your number in case she wanted something more in the future. It was a long shot because you were sure there was no way a girl like her would be doing drugs, even if it is to study, but you were wrong. Second time you saw each other she was already trying to bargain with you, using her big smile and looking at you like a puppy. Of course you gave her a discount, you couldn't resist her. Third time she blows you on your car, and from them everything escalated every new time you saw each other.

And now you're here, on your apartment, fucking Danielle over your bed while your tongues dance together. While her hands wander over you, tracing the reliefs of your skin; outlining your shoulder blades and scratching your back. That shows the imbalance of power here, because she can mark you like that but you are totally prohibited to leave any mark on a visible spot. Danielle's entire skin is smooth and immaculate and occasionally dotted with moles. You can caress, you can suck, you can lick, and even occasionally bite, but you can never leave a visible mark on her skin. That's why you love leaving hickeys under her tiddies or in her inner thighs, where nobody can see them.

“Hey.” Danielle breaks off the kiss and cups your face to look directly into your eyes. “Why don't you cum inside this time?” And to show you that she's solely asking out of courtesy Danielle interlock her legs behind you, trapping you with a sweet smile on her face, as if you were having a picnic or something, instead of fucking.

It's obvious that you don't have any other option than do what Danielle said, she already used her spell on you. That sweet smile and how she used her eyes to smile too, the way her cheeks look so adorable. She already has you in her pocket so trapping you with her legs is just a show off of how she can get away with everything.

“In your pussy?” You ask as if you could switch positions right now to give you some illusion of control. You know where she wants it and know that is safe. You aren't stupid and have seen so many times that patch on her lower abdomen or buttocks, so you know you're out of risk here.

"Yes, my pussy." The spell of her sweetness is broken, replaced by a calm luxury. Danielle lifts your chin and kisses you on the lips, slowly this time. "I need to feel your hot cream pouring inside of me." It's incredible how she can say something so dirty when, seconds ago, she had the sweetest smile you've ever seen.

Maybe it is just an illusion, your imagination playing tricks to you, but you feel how her walls tighten around you. It is amazing, as if being inside her pussy weren't already a magical experience. All the warm and wetness surrounding you, the softness of her walls squeezing your dick. You can never grow tired of fucking Danielle. 

Your pelvis makes a plaf! sound when it hits Danielle’s pelvis. Your range of movement got shortened by the embrace of her legs, but you still can go fast enough to make her creamy pussy put on a show with all the sounds of her wetness. A delicious sound only overshadowed by Danielle’s moans, a true symphony of pleasure.

Air becomes scarce in your lungs, so your breathing is hectic, as is hers. Danielle’s small tiddies brush against your chest as you go up and down in the process of stuffing your dick in her pussy. You kiss the crook of her neck making her shiver when your hot and short breath caresses her skin. Danielle opens her mouth to moan free and catch as much air as she can while you go relentless into fucking her.

You don’t know how much time you’re like that, who caress anyway? No when this is so pleasant and wonderful, no when the feeling of Danielle’s wetness invades your senses till the point you practically can smell the scene of sex in the air, as if you two were animals releasing pheromones. The only thing that makes you fall from the cloud of pleasure where you currently are is Danielle tightly holding to your back and her walls squeezing you more than ever. Her moans hit a new high pitch when her body began shivering and you can’t hold it anymore and just surrender to pleasure.

Your balls tense up before shooting their content through your shaft, pouring hot semen inside Danielle’s cunt. You don’t move until you feel empty, until all your semen was discharged in her pussy. Then you undo the prison of her legs and  withdraw your shaft from her body, accompanied by Danielle’s fluids and some of your semen. Then you’re free to fall beside her. 

“Aah that one was good.” Danielle says after several minutes of silence where you two were catching your breath. “You really filled me up this time.”

“You’re welcome." You say between laughs. “But if you are up for another round I can fill your ass too.”

“Is a good offer but no, thank you.”  Danielle gets off the bed and wipe her cunt with your shirt, cleaning the aftermath of your encounter, then tossing it away and giving you her back to start dressing. “I have a class in an hour, and you know my ass is worth more than this.” Only wearing her panties Danielle crosses the room and takes something for one the drawers in your closet. A small transparent bag with pills inside, her favorite pills, and then put the bag in her purse. That was why she was here today. You can’t help but stare at her small but round ass when she walks across your room. “But since you were good and filled me up I can give you a special treat.” Danielle comes back to you and crawling over the bed until she’s facing your semi erected dick. “ Want me to suck you clean?” She asks giggling and with that sweet smile in her eyes.

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Would I be allowed to request Wally west and Jason Todd Dating reader who is always tired/very sleep deprived

Like always stays up, always has messy hair/bed head, usually in her PJ'S, drinks coffee to try to wake herself up ect

Jason Todd/Wally West x Tired!Reader Headcanons

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Jason

• Jason’s usually up late at night, so if you’re awake in the late hours of the night or early morning when others usually aren’t he wouldn’t mind staying up with you. He knows it’s a bad habit for himself, so once he notices how often you’re up late then he might bring it up to you once he notices any trouble it’s causing you.

• Of course he wants you to sleep more, but with this he’s a bit of a hypocrite. He can’t expect you to sleep more when he isn’t doing it either. But most of the time this doesn’t matter to him, he has quite a lot of double standards when it comes to others looking after themselves.

• Jason can nah a lot when he wants to be, although it may come across as him being snap or controlling when he’s telling you what to do. He’s going to be a bit more demanding when he tells you to go to bed or to greet a better routine after not doing it yourself for a long time.

• There may be times that he literally drags you to bed when he sees how tired you’ve been over the span of a few days or noticing that it’s starting to impact your behaviour. If it starts to impact any plans you may have together it will make him even more frustrated. If you don’t sort it out yourself, expect him to take a direct approach to it.

• He might even start setting a bed time for you, physically dragging you off to bed to force you to get into a routine. Even if you don’t sleep it’s still better to herself into the habit of certain behaviour. If this doesn’t work he’ll make sure you’re up extremely early in the morning so you’re exhausted by the end of the day and eventually crash when normal people would go to sleep.

Wally

• Wally likes his cozy nights in, but once he notices that you’re sheets in that state of tiredness and lying around due to how exhausted you are then he will be a bit pushy about you getting more sleep. He’s got a lot of energy, so he needs someone who can at least keep up with him mentally which won’t work if you can’t even concentrate properly.

• Wally doesn't mind if you stay up all night, even if you aren't really doing much together. And since he's up all night doing his 'vigilante stuff' and just because he's out during the day too doesn't mean he isn't up at ridiculous hours of the night, it's nice to know that someone would still be awake to keep him company by the time he's done.

• He always nags, but no matter how much he does it he's still never that serious about it. He tries his best to keep everything lighthearted, but will encourage you to do things without outwardly showing you how worried he is about your continuous habit.

• He’ll try his best to intervene, but his methods don’t always work, especially when it comes to low energy levels. He’s hoping he can tire you out completely by the end of the day to the point of shutting down so that you can actually go to bed at a decent time.

• Wally needs someone who can keep up with him a lot of the time, and your constant tiredness isn’t really making the relationship between you both work as well as it could. But he’ll try his best to adapt as much as he can whilst also pushing you towards a healthier way of living and a better sleep schedule, whether that be from something like insomnia or your body being too accustomed to a constant supply of caffeine.

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The future awaits

bringing up the future while you're together

characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim

Format: Headcanons

warnings: None that i can think off

Riddle

-You'd probably bring it up while drinking tea together

-He'd go quiet for a moment, deep in thought

-He is so caught up in making sure everybody follows the rules and studying, that he never really had the time to think about it

-He'd be very serious about it 

-He wants to marry you in the future, that's for sure 

-Probably wants a kid or two

-Honestly wants a very typical future, a house, a stable job, ect.

-I'm not really sure what Job he would want/have. Maybe he'd take after his mother and become a doctor, or maybe something to do with politics. I could also see him as a judge, due to his ability to memorise rules, or in this case laws, and his tendency to punish rulebreakers accordingly

-i feel like he wouldn't have preference about wether you work or not

-ALSO, If you are the one to bring up kids and marriage, especially if you start describing it in detail (Like your dream wedding, or what your kids could look like) he'd grow very flustered, very quickly

-Poor guy still isn't used to affection, even if you two have been in a relationship for quite a while already 

-all in all, he'd take the question very seriously. He wants a typical, almost stereotypical, future

Leona

-You'd probably bring it up while he uses you as a pillow cuddling

-He'd scoff 

-"Why are you worrying about that now??" or something along those lines.

- He most likely brushes you off in favor of sleeping

-or at least, that's what he'd tell you

-the question might actually keep him up a bit longer, he's seriously thinking about it

-In his dreams, of course, he'd be king and you'd be his consort, as you rule over the land together, admired by all. But that will sadly remain just a dream, and he knows it

-Instead he opts for wanting a quiet live, where the two of you can just laze around all day, everyday 

-He probably doesn't want to live too close to his brother and sister-in-law, either on the opposite side of the palace, or in some sort of estate a bit further away (idk how moving out as royalty works tbh)

-I don't think he would want kids, too much work

-all in all, a quiet life where the two of you won't be bothered

Azul

-Immediately flustered, no matter how long you have already been dating

-I don't think he'll ever get used to affection

-another one that gets really serious, but this one is really flustered while he talks 

-He'll definetly will want to continue the mostro lounge buisness, just outside of school. Maybe one day take over his mothers buisness too, so she can retire.

-He won't even realise it, but he might just start talking about your wedding, about wether you'll get married on land or in the sea, ect..

-tease him about it, and he'll put Riddle's hair to shame

-tbh he wouldn't want much to change from now, he wants to be with you, keep running a successful business, and stay close with the twins

Kalim

-Immediately gets excited 

-If you're on the magic carpet, you'd have to hold onto him so neither of you fall off-

-Immediately starts rambling about all the things he wants to do with you in the future 

-He wants a VERY big wedding, like the type that continues over multiple days, he just  really wants to spoil you and show the whole world how much he loves you

-He most likely wants a big family, the man has like 40 siblings, he wouldn't be used to anything else

-He's already planning hundreds of party's you two will could hold in the future!!

-He probably won't shut up for a good few hours. Good luck

-You'd have a very annoyed Jamil the next day, because after you brought it up, he would not shut up about wedding plans and stuff. Jamil had to force him to sleep.

-He'd be even clingier than normally after this 

First time writing and posting headcanons, kinda nervous-

Feedback is welcomed, just be nice please!! hope you enjoyed and have a nice day :)

[jillsandwhichs]

My captain

Chapter 13 to RE Characters x Reader smutshot collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Chris Redfield (RE6 Version)

Summary: You stay late at work one night due to having overtime. While you're hard at work, Chris has you come into his office for an opinion on something. One thing leads to another, and he's fucking you on his desk

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends/Co-Workers/Hookup

WC: 3.4k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making Out, Dirty talk, Hickies, Clit rubbing, Unprotected P in V, Rough sex, Office sex, Semi public sex, Choking, Pulling out, Slight aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

You clacked the papers against the desk as you straightened them out and set them to the side. You swear that is the most you've done in a day. Absolutely spent is what you are. Sadly though, you can't leave yet. Overtime is a bitch but the BSAA isn't unfamiliar with making it's employees stay later than they should have to. At the end of the day though, you hardly mind. More pay is all that matters to you.

Picking up your iced coffee, you sipped it and set it back down before glancing around the office. Empty. The only people still here are you, a few other agents spread around HQ and your captain, Chris Redfield. It's not surprising he's still here, he tends to stay late even when it isn't needed. He's in his primary office currently, it's just feet away from where you are sitting right now. It makes you feel safer, you'll admit that much.

Standing up, you grabbed the stack of papers and held them close to your chest, ready to take them down to the directors room. It is a rather tedious task. It's two flights of stairs away and half of the time, he's not even here so then you end up having to turn them in the copy room. It's very... Agitating.

As you went to leave the room, the sound of the office door to your right opening up was heard. You gandered over and gave Chris a kind smile, not expecting him to suddenly appear. "Oh, hey you." He smirked, walking over to you and looking you up and down in a friendly manner. "Hey Cap, what are you up to?" "Was about to stop by the break room to grab a coffee. You?" "Taking these to McCarthy." "Ah," he nodded, his hands in his pockets.

"Well," he glanced towards the double doors then back at you. "I can take those for you, if you'd like. I'm heading that way anyways." "Oh," you can't say no to such a kind offer. You carefully passed him the weight of papers with a faint look of gratitude on your face. "I'd seriously appreciate that. Thank you." You didn't expect him to offer such a thing. "Of course, anything for you." He winked before trailing out of the room and to his intended place.

You sighed deeply before murming to yourself and heading back to your desk. You sat down and opened up your laptop. Now all you have to do is finish your report for the last mission you went on with Chris and your shared squad. You all went to Alaska and it was a rather eventful mission, to say the least. You're glad you're all back and safe though, that is all that matters.

Opening up a doc, you began to continue typing everything up. Tonight will be a long one. The second you get home, you're hitting the hay.

Amidst of you typing on your laptop, the sound of the door opening was heard once again. You turned your head and saw Chris entering the room. "Was he able to take my papers?" "Yep, he said thanks." "Good." You gave your captain a nod before glancing back down at your laptop and typing. You just want to get this report done as soon as possible. Takeout and sleeping sounds so good right now but with how weary you're beginning to feel, you bet you'll pass out in your bed once you're home.

Chris stood there, arms crossed and eyes on you. You didn't quite know why. You looked over at him and let out an awkward chuckle. "Do you need anything?" You asked. "Nah, no." He shook his head and looked down, trying to compose himself. "Need your opinion on something though, if I can snag you for a moment or two." Just great. Just when you though you'd actually be done quicker than you thought.

You let out a loud sigh, making it clear you didn't want to but you plan to anyway. "Sure thing." You forced a slight smile and stood up, closing your doc and standing beside him. "Lead the way." You pushed your hand out. He silently huffed out a laugh before having the two of you go into his primary office.

You've been in here a few times. It's kind of small. Wooden panel walls, black carpeting, a polished desk with a black desk chair. Not to mention the countless trophies and plagues around the room and the semi-dead sat plant in the corner as well. The lighting is dim but he has a desk lamp that he primarily uses. You wonder what it is he has to show you.

"So... What's up?" You said softly, crossing your arms and facing him. "This." He pulled out a sheet. "An outline of our upcoming mission. How do you feel about it?" You took the clipboard from his hand and analyzed what was on it. It seems rather regular to you, nothing out of the ordinary. "I like it." You smiled. "Glad I'll be with you the whole time, Lord knows Jensen will talk my ear off if I'm paired with him again." You laughed.

Chris nodded and took the clipboard from you. "Glad you like it. Ever since I started making these instead of others, they've been better, don't you think?" "Yeah, for sure." You nodded and looked around his office. He's not wrong. The missions have been going much more smoothly as of late and it's all because of him. Chris is a good captain, you have to give him that.

"Anywho though, thanks." He smirked and put the clipboard back into the drawer of his desk. "Of course." "And for your help," he paused for a moment and grabbed a coffee that was on his desk. You noticed he had two when coming back into the room but you didn't think it was for you, you just assumed he's an advant coffee drinker. "Oh, thank you! How thoughtful."

Right as you went to grab the paper cup from his hands, some of it splashed onto your shirt. The white lid wasn't on all the way. It stained your white BSAA merch shirt. You gasped and stepped away, watching as the brown, creamy liquid seeped into your chest area and dribbled as it went down. "Shit." Chris said in a disappointed tone. He turned around with haste and looked for a rag until he instead settled on thin tissues.

"I am so sorry." He murmured, dabbing your shirt awkwardly. You watched Chris as he cleaned your shirt off frantically. The sight was rather cute actually. You don't really care about a random work shirt, you have tons. You giggled as he continued and he looked up at you with a puzzled look. "Sorry, sorry..." You chortled, blushing at this point from your laughter. "You're just funny." You shook your head before snorting. Chris smirked and wiped your shirt off a little bit more. "You have a cute laugh." He commented, tossing the tissues in the trash.

You looked down at your shirt. Well, unfortunately, the stain is still there but at least your shirt is dry. Though, you can practically see your bra and cleavage through it, so that is a bit awkward. Then it clicked in your head what Chris had said. "You think so?" "Mhm." He leaned against his desk and gazed at you, his eyes dark and full with an emotion you don't recall ever seeing displayed within them. "Sorry," he huffed out a laugh, "I'm a bit forward, huh?" "It's no problem!" You smiled and uncrossed your arms. "Really, it isn't." You reassured him.

"Good," he then took a step closer to you, "because I think you're fucking hot." That sent literal shivers down your spine. Your back hit the door when he was closer to you and you giggled. "You do?" Now this isn't very professional of him but really, do you mind? Not necessarily. He mentally slapped himself in the face before blowing out a sigh. "Fuck, sorry." He stepped away but you grabbed his shoulder. "Chris, I mean," you shook your head, "Captain... I think you're... You know... As well..." You are stuttering and stumbling. How embarrassing.

Physically, Chris blushed though it wasn't visible. He wasn't lying. He finds you to be a rather attractive woman and you are. He just doesn't know what's gotten into him. Maybe the built up tension between you two is at its point of release and well, there has always been something going on between the two of you - anyone could've called that.

He stared into your eyes momentarily before whispering "Fuck it." And pressing his larger body up against yours and smashing his lips to your lips. You gasped and kissed him back, no hesitation occurring. You encased your arms around his neck as his lips roughly & passionately coursed over yours. Ten minutes ago, you were working on paperwork and now, you're literally swapping salvia with your fucking Captain. You are dirty.

As the two of you made out, you slightly moaned and Chris took that as an opportunity to slide his tounge into your mouth. It was wet and his mouth was warm. It's been awhile since something like this has happened to you and you're glad your celibacy is being broken by Chris. He's sexy and you can already tell, just by this, that he's going to absolutely rock your world.

Your guy's tongues moved rapidly together. His hands are all over you, one moment they rest upon your waist then the next he's cupping your flushed cheeks. You can't help but tangle your fingers in his deep brown hair, tugging and yanking on it.

This is truly not what you expected for this evening.

"Wait, wait, woah, woah, woah... We shouldn't." You lightly pushed him off of you as you ran your fingers through your hair. "You're right." Chris stated. You turned to face him. "But that doesn't mean I won't." You then kissed him again and this time, he walked with you until you hit your bum against his desk. He lifted you onto it, never breaking the sloppy kiss whilst doing so.

This is dangerous. It is so thrilling. It's fun. The fear of being caught is honestly just enticing. The fact that you may or may not be about to be fucked by your captain in his office is crazy to you. You broke from the kiss for a moment and smiled. "Captain..." "Call me Chris." He said with his forehead pressed against yours. "I want you." You said softly yet seductively. He smirked. "Oh yeah? How do you want me?" Oh, so he knows how to talk dirty. Perfect.

You cutely giggled and nibbled on your lower lip. "I want," your hands then went to his secure leather belt, tugging on it whilst you gazed into those sexy orbs. "To be fucked by you, right here, right now." You laughed and tilted your head to the side. He let out a breathless laugh and politely kissed your cheek. "You sure about that? I don't play nicely." He whispered in your ear. "Oh, I am very sure." You smiled before kissing him once again.

Chris let out a dark laugh before he ripped his belt off, allowing his jeans to fall to his ankles. You held onto his hips gently as he helped you lift your bum up, giving him the chance to take your jeans off. He took them off of your ankles and smiled. "You are just..." He looked you up and down. "Beautiful." It made you happy to hear that. You didn't think Chris thought of you this way.

You are wearing a matching set of a bra and panties. They are a deep shade of crimson red and the panties even have a cute dark purple bow on them. "Cute." Chris snorted before kissing you again. His lips trailed from your lips to your cheek, then to your neck where he then began to leave hickies all over it. All you could do was sit there and take it. You moaned, loudly. He knows what he's doing.

While he left hickies and love bites on your neck that'll surely catch the attention of some co-workers tomorrow, you could feel yourself damp against the line of your panties. You are yearning for him. Unfortunately, you are ovulating therefore you're a literal animal but hey, it's the way of womanly hood. You bit your lower lip as you felt him leave one final hickie onto your neck, the one that'll definitely be the most visible.

Chris pulled away with a devilish smirk. "You are so sexy... I've always thought that, you know?" He kissed you again and set one hand on your inner thigh, squeezing it and slapping it slightly before he then stuck part of his hand into your panties, making your breath shutter. "Oh?" You laughed out breathlessly, trying to remain calm. "Mhm, that's right." He kissed you again as his fingers began to play in your folds.

You let out a breath that you swear you've been holding this entire time. Your head tilted back as he played with your pussy so delicately. You bit your lower lip and whispered: "Chris... Fuck." You panted out. His fingers skillfully moved around your nub. The pressure in which he did it was perfect. You moaned in a needy way as he rubbed it faster, making you more and more wet. Fuck, he seriously knows what he's doing.

"Does that feel good?" Chris said softly against your ear before he nibbled on it. You nodded. "So good." You confirmed. It does. One finger swiftly moved along between your folds whilst his other one caressed her clit. "Mmm, good. You're so wet." He kissed your lips softly, pushed your head back a bit. "I am." You nodded. "Just for you." You giggled against his lips and you felt a dark smirk form on his face.

He pulled away for a moment before dropping his pair of underwear down to his ankles. Your mouth dropped as you saw his hardened cock in form before you. He's bigger than you expected. You looked up at him and smiled brightly, letting him know you are beyond ready for him. "Here." You lifted your hips up off of the desk, allowing him to pull your panties down, which he did. As he did, he laughed out as he looked at your pussy. "God, I need you-now."

You got yourself into a more comfortable position before he then set his hand on the desk, his other grabbing a hold of his member. "You ready princess?" "Mhm." You mumbled before kissing his cheek gently. This was it.

Chris then put his length deep within you. As he pushed himself in, all you could do was take in. You breathed in sharply and had your arms wrapped around his neck as he did, mainly for support. "You're so damn tight." He groaned into your ear as he settled into you. "So warm." You blushed as he spoke that way to you. It's turning you on way more. Fuck. You can't believe you're doing this with your very own boss.

He began to move into you. His thrusts were slow but deep. He made sure to be careful with you. "Does it feel nice?" Chris asked you softly. "Yes, it does... So nice..." You smiled as he fucked you with a pace that was perfect for you. Though, you wouldn't mind him being a bit rougher.

You placed your arms behind your back as he began to pick up the pace. Chris was still gentle, but you figure that won't last long. "God, I've thought of this so many times." He admitted. He has? That's took you by surprise. You leaned your head back and moaned loudly, the pleasure is impeccable. He drove his head into your neck and suckled on it, just as he had been earlier. That plus the fact he's fucking you was insanely sexy and made you feel so damn good.

"Fuck," Chris panted out as his movements began to pick up. He moved away from your neck and instead grasped it with his free hand, the other on the desk. "Look at me." He grunted, his thrusts now rough, making you dance internally. You looked at him dead in the eyes as he choked you. He did it firmly, and you thrived off of that. "Shit, harder, please." You whined out, never breaking the eye contact the two of you were sharing.

Before you knew it, your very own captain was pounding into you. The desk was shaking beneath you even. All you could do was sit there and take it because well, there was no getting out of this (Not that you wanted to). "Fuck, you like that? Rough?" "Uh-huh!" You moaned out, biting your lower lip and being a ragdoll as his disposable. "Good girl." He then let go of your neck and instead pressed his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately as he roughly moved into you.

Deep inside of you, you could feel it. That all too familiar feeling of ultimate pleasure. Admittedly, it's been a bit since you've felt it and it's none other than Chris bringing you to it. Your sense of reality slowly slipped out of your head as his relentless thrusts into you only kept up at the same roughness & hardness as they've been consistently going at. He noticed this. He smirked. "Gonna cum for me? Right on my desk?" He asked you in a low, sensual voice." All you could do was nod. Yes.

Just like that, you came. Your walls tightened around his length and he grunted before quickly pulling out and releasing on your lower stop... On your shirt... You didn't care though, at least not in the moment. How could you? You just got fucked absolutely senseless on your captains desk. All you did was smile and hold onto him for dear life as your orgasm slipped out of you gracefully.

Chris stepped away and admired you before picked up your pants and handing them to you. "Fucking hell." He laughed. "Fucking hell is right." You giggled in response as you put your underwear back on fully, then your jeans. He did the same except he didn't even bother with his belt. You stood up but almost fell over; Your legs felt like jelly. Chris snickered and grabbed your hips before looking down at you with a look of pride.

"You're proud of yourself, hm?" You smirked at him. "Very." He leaned down and kissed you softly, using one of his hands to cup your cheek. You melted. You didn't expect for him to act this way after the fact. Chris pulled away and kept his hand on your soft cheek. "I'll let you get back to work but uh," He caressed your cheek as he paused, "Come back to my office tomorrow, I'll buy us lunch." He kissed your forehead.

Now he's buying lunch for you two? Maybe he's a romantic.

Nodding, you let go of him and turned around. "Think you can walk?" He was being such a cocky asshat. You snorted and flipped him off playfully. "I'll manage." He winked at you and that was that.

[allyallyorange]

Master Post for Ateez Adventure Time AU

Ok let's get into it! I'll be adding to this post whenever I post anything new for the AU! I'm going to try to organize everything so that it's in chronological order of the story! There are a few arcs I've got planned too so I'll try to make everything as clear as possible haha

(also I do my best but sometimes I confuse myself with exact ages of the characters and exactly like. what time of year things would take place, but think of it like any CN show we grew up with - time is seemingly an illusion if I don't think about it too much...)

Also!! Thank you so much to everyone who has said they enjoy my au!! you help me stay motivated! I'm having so much fun drawing this stuff ♡

Lineup for ref:

Good to know points about the AU:

Universe A = main universe

**this au is inspired by Adventure Time. I'm not using main characters from AT, just using the general vibe of the show and some plot points and character points (ex: Vampires drink the colour red)

Universe Z = no magic universe

Ages at the beginning of the story (approximately):

Seonghwa - 1000 (physically 25)

Hongjoong - 2500 (physically 25)

Yunho - 24

Yeosang - 850/900 (physically 24)

San - a little over 100 (physically 23)

Mingi - a little more than 600 (physically 23)

Wooyoung - 23

Jongho - 22

**characters who are "immortal" age about 1 year over the course of 100 years (SH, HJ, YS). San and Mingi are not immortal but didn't age due to other circumstances (in hell time works differently, and MG was frozen for 600 years)

List of Spotify playlists if you're interested!

Misc doodles dumps that include things from pre/post/main story and idk where to put

Character lineup plus other doodles

Hongjoong and Mingi (they're bros)

Hongjoong doodle

3 Demons

Character lineup for final battle

Pre-Story (Universe A)

Seonghwa Logs

Pieces of the past

The star and his flower

Cuddle for warmth

Slipping through my fingers…

Hongjoong and Seonghwa meet

Big Brother and Little Brother

First Demon Prince Show

Glasses required

Sleepy brothers

Wooyoung summons a friend

Helpful Human

Yunho and San

Sleepy Heroes

No Ice Demons in the Workshop

Seonghwa + Yeosang, Hongjoong + Mingi profiles

Jongho + Yunho, San + Wooyoung profiles

Pre-Story (Universe Z)

Yunho and Mingi (age 13)

2ho and Mingi playing video games

After School

Spider-Man 3

Cold Hands

Snowy

Walkie Talkies and ice cream

Post Joyride with Jongho and Mingi

Wish You Loved Me

Hyung’s Glasses

Cousins

Motorcycle

Yunho The Human

2ho Universe Z to A

Looking for Yunho

Main Story

Living in the forest

The Same

Jongho and Mingi doodle

Afraid of nothing, Afraid of everything

Yeosang meets team Woosanho

The story of The Beast (as told by Wooyoung)

Hongjoong meets Jongho

Team Hongjoong arguing as always

Almost tolerable

Don't kidnap people unless you're ready for friendship??

First meeting: Fire and Ice

First meeting: Yeo meets team Joong

Strawberry boys

Sharing mom

Grocery Shopping

Upgrade!

Cold hugs

San and Mingi hug

Hero boys!

Hongjoong isn't scary. MG and YH becoming friends again?

Ouch! Hot

Wooyoung and San's room

Sleeping on the shed (Hongjoong and Seonghwa)

Seongjoong awkwardness

Yunho's photos

He wants to join...

Vintage shirt

Window visit

The Boy and The Beast

Monster

Some words are said

Apologize..?

Jongho after the accident

Cool scars (Jongho)

Summer Boys!

Beach episode

Chill day

Big bro Little bro

Hey, Joong!

Post-Story (Yeosang arc)

Dimension hopping with friends (lineup)

Somewhere in another dimension...

Universe V

Evil Yeo doodle

Sorry Princess

Heart to Heart

Out of Time

Post-Story (Mingi arc)

The End of The Beast

Hugs

After everything

Post-Story (Misc)

Inventor Woo (ft Yunho)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Okay, regarding the ask about necromancy on twst

I think about it a LOT, too much even.

When they talk about necromancy in Disney (in a way that I believe can be connected to twst), I think of some examples. I'm not sure if they're all necessarily necromancy, but they're kind of similar.

The first is Hades, the lord of the underworld and the movie Hercules. It has many references to the dead being brought back and souls, but this has also been used as a reference to overblot and phantoms. And considering book 6, I think it would mention how to bring someone back to life if it were possible.

The second is The Black Cauldron, whose object that gives the film its name has the power of an army of undead which, if I'm not mistaken, is referred to as necromancy. I'm just not sure if twst will continue to use necromancy as a metaphor for blot and phantoms and that this movie will be considered to be used for anything. Maybe there's actually some plot to explain the overblots? I'm not really sure about that one.

Chernabog, who has his demonic/undead servants/slaves. I also have the theory that he is directly linked to blot and overblot, which contributes to my headcannon that twst uses Disney's necromancy as a metaphor for blot in many cases.

And then there's Aladdin's Genie, who is never really made clear whether he can't physically revive the dead or if he doesn't like it because it goes horribly wrong. I not sure but think that if genies exist in TWIST, they would have magic working differently, so Blot and stuff would work differently for them too (if it exist at all). And then there's Nasira, Jafar's sister who is portrayed as being able to summon the dead and is referred to as a necromancer on the wiki. If I'm not mistaken, she's one of the few Disney characters who isn't compared to a deity who does this? I think Najma is inspired by her, so I wonder how interesting it would be if she was a mage with blot-related powers as her unique magic? But Nasira is from a very small game and Najma is an event character, so even if it did happen, which is almost impossible, it's even more impossible for it to be mentioned.

Well, my general theory is that Disney's necromancy is being adapted for Blot in TWST, and I'm looking forward to seeing how this connects to the game's references to death and whatever the hell is going on at this college.

Ignore the mistakes, I should be sleeping, so my head is confused and I'm using a translator)

[Referencing this post!]

I’m not going to be commenting on The Black Cauldron or Chernabog, since neither have lore that has been explicitly referenced or canonized in Twst. I do not want to confuse people by mixing up canon with what is purely fan theory/speculation.

I could be misremembering but 💦 the "Underworld” depicted in Twisted Wonderland isn’t directly associated with death/the souls of the dead like it is in Disney’s Hercules. Tartarus and the general S.T.Y.X. facility hold Phantoms captured for experimentation, including very powerful and ancient ones from the Age of the Gods. The implication may be that these Phantoms are all that remain of the mages that overblotted (ie the original mages are dead now and the Phantoms are all that remain of them), but the Phantoms themselves are not dead. I think the only truly dead one among them is Ortho, whose soul seems to have merged with the Phantoms in Tartarus, perhaps due to having died in this space.

There’s nothing which would indicate it would be possible to bring someone back from the Tartarus shown in Twst. (To begin with, I'm not sure if the Tartarus in S.T.Y.X. and the one in Hercules are one and the same.) The mages associated with each Phantom are no longer around; the Phantoms exist as separate entities that continue to exist long after their mage wiped out. This is also implied by how Idia panics in his post-OB flashback. He acts as though Ortho cannot be returned to him, so it doesn’t appear like reviving someone from the dead is possible. It’s not like Ortho’s spirit is swimming in a soul pool like how it is literally depicted in Hercules. Idia acts like Ortho is GONE gone—and, furthermore, his attempt to “bring Ortho back” by making an artificial intelligence earns him shock and ire from the S.T.Y.X. researchers around him. They behave as though this is wrong or shouldn’t be done, ethically speaking.

In Aladdin, the Genie states that he “[…] can’t bring people back from the dead. It’s not a pretty picture. I don’t like doing it!!” This implies to me that he technically could perform this magic, but refrains from doing so because the results aren’t desirable. Seeing as he takes on this grotesque appearance when describing the dead, maybe those he revives look… unappealing?? Or somehow are not brought back “whole”/are missing integral parts of their original personalities??

I believe genies are mentioned a few times, mostly by Jamil. For example, he calls Azul his “genie in a lamp” in book 3 and, in one of his Chats, says, “What am I, the genie of the lamp?” He also mentions the three wishes thing and how the Sorcerer of the Sands sought a magic lamp and eventually ascended as a genie himself. But we don’t know how genies work outside of that or how their magic may differ (if at all) from that of a mage. Since Jamil speaks about “the” genie of “the” lamp, it’s possible he is specifically referring to Aladdin’s Genie and thus canonizing the Genie’s rules. In The Return of Jafar, we learn that genie form Jafar is also bound “by the rules of the lamp”, which prevents him from killing others. This is the first of Genie’s rules, so we can assume the other two rules also apply to Jafar + other genies. Not sure if this is also the case for genies in Twst canon, but this might be important to consider.

There’s no official confirmation that Najma is twisted from Nasira (Jafar’s fraternal twin sister), but many fans assume that’s who she must be referencing. It’s not clear whether Najma is a mage or not though. I’d say there’s a chance she could have future appearances 🤷‍♀️ After all, Kifaji was introduced to us via a hometown event and then became relevant again in book 7.

Really not sure about the blot being related to necromancy thing, especially as it relates to Najma, One’s unique magic is deeply tied to the mage’s identity—and there is nothing about Najma which would suggest to me that she would be invested much in blot or necromancy?? If you stretched it, maybe you could argue she cares about her older brother and becomes interested in alleviating blot to ensure that Jamil isn’t put at risk of OBing again…? But she doesn’t know about that incident at all since Azul stopped it from spreading. It’s also assuming a lot of Najma’s character when we barely know her.

As much fun as it is to theorize about Crowley wanting to collect blot stones to revive the Great Seven/his theoretical dead wife or what have you, I don’t think there’s strong enough evidence to link blot (what is essentially a general magic byproduct) with reviving the dead. It feels like sort of a stretch, especially since blot is shown to be caustic and harmful to living beings, rather than regenerative. No one in the Twst-verse acts as though bringing the dead back is possible, not even the organization that literally researches blot and has access to all of the best technology. (Ortho is a special case and lies outside of the purview of this.)

At the end of book 7, Lilia is able to be brought back from death through (I kid you not) the power of love. Malleus and Silver wished very hard and used the magic in Malleus's broken off horn + Silver's ring to give life back to Lilia. However, everyone being shocked by this indicates to me that it's not a normal occurrence and not something thought to have been possible before.

I’d be willing to consider the theory, but only if there’s something more concrete than largely pulling from Disney films. What is true in a Disney film is not necessarily translated 1:1 or always borrowed in Twst, so I’m wary of just copy pasting lore from Disney over. (Some examples: Ursula has a younger sister but Azul is an only child, iron hurts fae and greatly weakens their magic in Maleficent but fae are not harmed or weakened by iron in Twst; they only find the smell offensive.)

[after-witch]

seasonal spirits with a modern reader thoughts

there was a smattering of white and pink flower leaves on my car after work today and it made me want to write some more modern stuff with my seasonal spirits... or rather, with a modern reader that lives in general comfort, a middle class existence.

Spring/Robin with a reader who doesn't really notice the beauty of life due to the hustle and bustle of work/pay bills/sleep/repeat cycle. A reader who gets left offerings of flower petals on the car hood, who finds a honey-soaked bee's nest tucked behind their mail box, who finds greenery suddenly blooming out of their laptop keys. A reader who finds themselves confronted with glimpses of the spring peeking through modern life.

Summer catching a reader in a whirlwind summer romance, or trying to--a reader who isn't like someone he might have met a hundred or two hundred years ago. Someone with a job with set hours and bills, someone who can't afford to spend all evening and night at the beach with him. Someone who needs to, perhaps, be offered a true summer where they don't have to worry about anything but the endless stretch of the season.

Autumn/Rowan with a reader obsessed with the darker side of autumn. Someone who digs that Halloween aesthetic and forgets about the rest of it. Someone who decks themselves in black robes and brings electric lanterns into the woods with a treasured pop-y witch book from their teenagehood and reads it there for Extra Aesthetic, who stays out late because it's more fun to be in the autumn woods as darkness falls. Someone who meets Rowan and finds themselves intrigued by his rot, someone who has to learn that there's so much more to him than the witchy vibe of damp leaves and the prickling of Halloween night.

Winter/Eirlys with a reader who is so, so used to keeping out the cold with almost no difficulty at all. A reader whose house is kept warm with the press of a button, who has instant access to all manner of winter clothes, who has heating pouches tucked into their car and bag just in case they get caught out in the cold. A reader who, unlike those who lived with the winter as a seasonal force, has no idea what to do when truly left at its mercy.

[gguk-n]

The Sky Between Us (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

Summary- Meeting Charles was an accident, but being with him was a choice. Did Y/N have any say in keeping Charles by her side tho?

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1- Whispers of Adventure

If someone was to tell Y/N 2 years ago that she would be standing in a hotel in Austria involved in a heated argument with her boyfriend, she surely wouldn't have believed you. But here she was, eyes red, mouth dry and tears ready to spill. It wasn't always like that she reminisced.

Y/N was on a girls trip to Monaco, a trip that took months to plan and a lot of saving on their part. But Y/N was happy to be there, between all the glitz and glam. Everyone seemed so rich and wealthy, the 5 girls felt embarrassed asking for the prices of stuff before making the purchase, so they kept to sight seeing and eating food. On the second day of the trip, Y/N was out grabbing coffee for herself while her friends caught up with some sleep when she ran into a man, quite literally. It was like in the movies, her coffee cup, now cold but still half full, had landed smack in the middle of a man's white shirt. It looked horrible, this would stain and she had just ruined a strangers white shirt in all of this. Y/N profusely apologised and offered to either pay for the dry cleaning or buy him a new shirt. He seemed amused at the proposition. "I'm Charles, by the way." he said. "I would like to know the name of the woman about to buy me a new shirt." he asked. Flustered, Y/N raised her hand forward and introduced herself, he was quite attractive, she wasn't going to lie and probably around her age.

There was a garment store down the street, Y/N didn't really pay much heed to the store, how much could a plain white shirt cost, she thought. As the sales clerk pulled the same white shirt he was wearing out of the rack to ring it up, she asked, "Just wondering, it's a dress shirt, right? Must be slightly expensive, hmm." She nodded mostly to herself. Only moments later, Y/N was about to find out that the shirt cost almost 5000 euros, her mouth lay open in shock. She quickly collected herself and moved Charles away from the cashier, "What kind of job do you do that your shirt costs how much I make in a month?" she looked perplexed. "I travel the world due to my work." he replied. "I got that much, but damn dude, I want to apologise to you for ruining your shirt worth 5000 euros, I'll get on my knees and beg but I wouldn't be able to buy you that shirt. Any way I can pay for the dry cleaning. I'm pretty sure it costs in 1000s of euros, anyways." she rambled on. Charles laughed at the anguish of the woman in front of him. "This isn't funny Charles. Fucking hell. I had to go and bump into the hot rich white man while in Monaco at that." she mumbled while running a hand through her hair. Charles smirked, "I have a proposition" he began. "I'm not selling my organs for a shirt. You are fucking loaded, buy it yourself." Y/N cut him off. "Hear me out for a minute" the french accent thick. "Go on a date with me and that's the shirt sorted." he continued. Y/N seemed to mull her options over and agreed to the date.

It had been 6 months since the eventful day when Y/N spilt coffee all over Charles shirt. A quick google after the date let her know that he was a driver for Ferrari in F1; that explained his luxurious taste. Charles had yet to officially tell her about his profession. He kept the answers vague when asked about his work, enough that he didn't give it away but enough to not tell the complete truth. Y/N wasn't going to end his fun, he could tell her when he wanted to, she decided.

Charles wanted to show her what he did and finally stop lying about his career, he thought. So a week before a GP he called her; Y/N answered immediately. "HI CHARLIE" Y/N's voice echoed through the phone. "I missed you," she continued. " Not as much as I missed you." Charles cooed. "That's why I was hoping maybe you would like to come see me." Charles asked hopefully. Y/N smiled. She wouldn't give up the opportunity to see her boyfriend but she wouldn't be able to buy a flight ticket on such short notice. "Ahh, baby, as much as I would love to see you and hug you and kiss you; I won't be able to fly out to Monaco anytime soon." Y/N added. "Who said anything about Monaco?" Charles questioned. "I'm gonna be in Monza, Italy for work, this weekend. You can join me too." Charles said. "Won't your bosses hate me, for disturbing your work trip." Y/N joked. "They wouldn't dare" Charles declared. "On one condition." Y/N said. "And what is that?" Charles asked. "Dinner date at the most fanciest restaurant in Monza on Sunday?!" Y/N said hesitantly. That was the easiest thing. Charles wouldn't mind spending the night with his girlfriend. The perfect end to Ferrari's home race, he thought. "By the way, there's a race this weekend, you might want to keep some casual clothes for the race." Charles said in the most nonchalant way as possible. "OOhhh, races aren't really my thing." Y/N chided. She was in the mood to mess with her Charlie. "Its so boring to watch rich men drive around in circles" she moaned. "I promise you, you'll have fun. Don't worry." Charles tried to reason with her. "If it's required for your 'work' thing, than I can be a supportive partner I guess." she groaned while looking like she was in deep thought.

Friday came around a lot quicker than Y/N expected. Charles had flown her out. At the hotel, they got dressed to leave for media day for the race. "I don't see the charm of going on a day when there are no races." Y/N said as she fixed her white shirt. She had looked up all the Pinterest mood boards for how a Ferrari driver's girlfriend should look and did a bit of shopping. Who knew a Ferrari jacket cost that much, she thought. This was the last time she was gonna tease Charles; she took the Red Bulls Racing hat out and put it on her head. Charles mouth dropped open, "Are you wearing that?" he stuttered out. "My friend said I should support a team, so she lend me her RedBull's hat" Y/N read out from the cap. "I can get you stuff, don't worry about that." Charles was out of words, how could his girlfriend be wearing the opponents merch. He quickly rummaged through his stuff to get his Ferrari shirt out and on himself before his girlfriend jumped ships. Watching Charles made Y/N burst out laughing. "God, I can't keep this up. I was gonna wait for you to tell me." Y/N said in between laughs while putting the Ferrari jacket on and keeping the RedBulls cap away. Charles was now standing in front of her. She knew; the whole time. "I know you are an F1 driver for Ferrari. One quick google search and your face is plastered all over my screen." Y/N said while cupping his face. "Why didn't you tell me that you knew?" Charles enquired. "I was hoping you would tell me what you do, like I told you what I did." Y/N replied matter-of-factly. Charles closed the distance between them and kissed her lips.

All of these good memories seemed to have been over shadowed in both Charles and Y/N's mind as the two stood in the hotel in Austria, 2 years later. Y/N had only told Charles that work was gonna be hectic for the next couple months and she wanted to focus on it since she could be promoted. Charles wasn't willing to reason, he kept up the demand that Y/N drop everything for him. "Why can't you be like the other girlfriends? Who are there to support their boyfriend? I literally have to beg you to be there for me." Charles shouted. Y/N was taken aback, "Baby, I've been there as much as I could be, you know me and work." she tried to reason. "No, I don't and I don't wanna know either. If you love work so much, then why are you even dating me?" Charles asked. "You did not just say that, Charlie, I love you and that's why I take the time out to spend it with you. Obviously, I wanna be there as much as I can but it isn't possible with work and stuff." Y/N answered. "If you can't be there for me when I need you, then I don't need you" Charles said. "You don't mean that" Y/N lips quivered and the tears threatened to spill. "We are done Y/N, have fun with work and all the things more important to you than me." with that Charles left their shared hotel room with all his stuff.

[bunnob]

How the oldest brothers react to getting scolded by MC

Lucifer-

After Diavolo gives him a large mountain of paper work, Lucifer tends to forget about his self-care. After what was almost a week of not sleeping, you bust down the door to his study, his look of concern and shock is not a look you soon wont be forgetting as you attempt to drag him to his room. As you're pulling him you're telling him about the importance of sleep and self-care telling him how bad it is for his skin to not sleep, for a second he thinks you've been spending to much time with Asmo, but is quickly pulled out of his thoughts by you shoving him to his bed. He trys to protest, but is quickly shut-up by you giving him a lecture that could possibly rival his own. His pride's a little hurt and he's confused about what just happened with the sudden shift of personality.

Mammon-

His gambling addiction has gotten out of hand, he started to take stuff from you to sell just for him to lose it at the casinos. He's going through you drawers to find anything of value when you come into your room, "what are you doing" you ask with an annoyed face. Mammon jumps when he hears your voice trying to quickly hide the hand full of jewelry he took out of touch wardrobe. You can tell the gears are turning in his head to make a good excuse, "are you the reson stuff has been going missing", now the guilty been building for a while with him and he comes clean about what he's been doing. You look him dead in the eyes and tell him that if has yet to win what makes him think his luck will change, he's shattered, he thought he would win back what he had took and shower you with even better surprises but yet here you are lecturing him about how he stole from you and how he's lost your trust. He goes back to his room not wanting to cause himself anymore embarrassment by trying to say he would pay you back.(we all know he sucks at paying people back)

Leviathan-

Yet another debacle between him and Mammon leads to him summoning Lotan, hate to be the barer of bad news but the essay you wrote about the history of Devildom due that day didn't make it, you were walking to the demon lords castle to turn it in when you where swept up by a wave summoned with Lotan. It's easy to say Levi's player 2 isn't very happy with him. You're looking down at the remains of your hard work, ready to cry any moment when Levi walks up trying to apologize but at that moment you snap yelling at him for always taking things to far and making his problems everyone else's, you didn't mean to be that harsh but the work you spent sleepless days on went down the drain (literally) and you were tiered. He runs off crying and won't leave his room for a while.

(Hey this is my first time writing and I hope you guys appreciate Younger brothers and side characters will be out soon, let me know if you want to see anything else)

[aforeffective]

my headcanons of the socs' families, as created by me at 12:30 am instead of sleeping

(remember that these are just my personal headcanons so even if you disagree with me, please be respectful) (also some characters have less than others, i apologize about that. i promise i love all of them)

this is long so its below the cut.

trigger warning for bad parenting ig? basically it is exactly the level you would expect in the outsiders. there is not graphic explanations of abuse but definitely insinuations

marcia meyrink-mariani

her parents are great and they love her very much and she is their pride and joy

BUT her parents both grew up in lower-income families

they both grew up to have successful careers so they were able to get from like lower-middle class to like upper middle class

and both of her parents are pressured by their own parents to work to keep the status of the family because they want to see marcia get what they could never provide their kids

so her parents and her grandparents all love her very much and have great intentions

but now they are unintentionally kinda neglectful just because they are ALWAYS at work, so that they are able to provide marcia with everything she could ever want

i do think she is very close to her parents when they are actually home though

and because of their pasts of growing up in lower-income families, they aren't as judgmental as the other west side families, hence why marcia isn't as against two-bit and the greasers as her friends are

they liked her relationship with trip but they are also very supportive when she breaks up with him and begins dating two-bit

last name headcanon: meyrink-mariani. meyrink is her mom's maiden name while mariani is her dad's last name.

beverly jitney-bush

her mom is absolutely a toxic pageant/ballet mom (yes bev does pageants and ballet) (or at least she did when she was younger)

her dad is always "gone at work" but both bev and her mom know that he's with his girlfriend (who is probably controversially younger than him. like not too badly to the point where its close to bev's age/being illegal. but definitely like 5-10 years younger than him)

like this is a well known fact. everyone knows that he's cheating but her mom never acknowledges it so everyone else just kinda ignores it

due to the ballet and pageant stuff, bev's mom is very controlling when it comes to her health and her body

bev tries to spend a lot of time at brill's house to escape her mom's control but her mom will find excuses to keep her at home

bev hates both of her parents and honestly just wishes her dad would run off with his girlfriend so that she'd at least only have to deal with one bad parent

cherry valance

okay so she's the only one that has canon family info in the musical so we're going to build off of that

her dad is an alcoholic and not great to cherry or her mom

high school "sweethearts" but not in the same way as brill's parents. brill's parents stayed together cause they love each other. cherry's parents stayed together cause her mom felt obligated

when i was coming up with it, my brain kept thinking of daisy from the great gatsby; how she married tom because she had lost hope of running into gatsby again and then the whole "beautiful little fool" thing and that is definitely how cherry's mom felt when she was pregnant with cherry

and i think because she knows cherry has grown up to not "be a fool", she pushes cherry towards bob in hopes that cherry won't get herself into trouble

due to this daisy comparison, i'm going to say that cherry's dad was probably her mom's second love but she never truly got over her first love

cherry def read the great gatsby and just felt so depressed by daisy because it is literally her mom

i'm going to say that cherry's mom doesn't work so she is home with cherry but she's never really bothering with her. she'd rather hire a nanny to deal with cherry as a kid, and then just lets cherry watch herself as she gets older

bob sheldon

his parents are so neglectful

they just do not have the time (or the want) to care about him

he could be sitting next to them at the dinner table being like "yeah i murdered 30 people and now cherry and i are gonna drop out and go on the run together and get hitched" and they'd be completely not listening like "oh wow, that's nice honey"

he acts out in hopes of getting his parents' attention (iirc randy says this in the book) but even then they literally just do not care

he'll come home to an empty house with a note on the counter that just says 'your problem is dealt with, be smarter next time'

they literally just do not care enough to lecture him or acknowledge him causing trouble

i hc that they also barely even acknowledged him post his death either and cherry had to pressure them to plan the funeral (and she had to do a lot of the work for them) (despite being literally a teenager) (and doing this while dealing with her own grief and also the fallout of all of her friendships)

paul holden

his parents literally only care about him when it comes to what he does for their reputation

as long as he gets good grades, does well on the football team, and can attend fancy business dinners with them and make the family look good, they do not care about anything else he does

they definitely taught him that as long as he does the above, they will throw money to make any problems he has go away

which definitely screwed with both his sense of right and wrong and also just how he views love in general

i view his parents as people who were in love before but don't really care for each other any more but refuse to get divorced (again, all they care about is their reputation to the other wealthy west side families)

so paul has a very toxic view on what love is

and they also taught him nothing about handling emotions

so he is soooo bad with his emotions

his parents definitely having screaming matches at each other a lot

he has definitely snuck out in the middle of the night and went and slept at one of the guys' house because his parents wouldn't stop screaming and he needed sleep

chet baker

chet's parents are not great

his dad is a cop (this is inspired by skyforcherry's chet headcanons because i just love the idea of one of the boys' fathers being on the police force and being one of the people investigating bob's death)

he has two older sisters but they have moved out and gotten married and begun their own families

chet's mom loves chet but when he was a kid, whenever she would do anything for him, chet's dad would yell at her for "spoiling" him and saying that it is emasculating that chet needs a woman's help doing everything (despite the fact that this is literally just a child wanting to spend time with his mom)

chet was also very close with his sisters as a kid, until his dad made him feel bad about it, saying he needed to stop acting like one of the girls

so yeah, his mom and his sisters could barely do anything for chet without his dad complaining that they were making him girly and "messing him up" (not for lack of wanting to. they do love him but their husband/dad can be scary when he's angry) (he's not outright physically abusive but definitely threatens that he would 'be able to get away with it' when he's angry)

so the only people in his house that he can really get attention from is his dogs, but even then his dad will find excuses about how depending on animals for companionship isn't manly

when he is home, chet's dad will be very nitpicky about everything he does. if chet does anything wrong or just in a way he doesn't like, there will be yelling

and he will poke and prod until chet finally reacts and yells back

and then chet's mom will begin crying because she just hates the yelling and fighting

and then chet will feel bad so he'll stop arguing back and just let his dad yell

and after a few minutes, his dad will stop and chet is just so tired of this because it is a cycle where his dad will do this and then apologize and be like "i didn't mean to get that mad, i didn't mean to set off your mother, let's both apologize to her"

and then they do this all over again a few days later (over such minor things)

because of this, chet has learned to avoid home unless he feels like being alone, in which case he'll lock himself in his room with his dogs and avoids interactions with his parents to avoid argument

terrence "trip" dipp

trip lives with his parents, his aunt, and his cousin (melvin)

his uncle passed away, leaving his aunt widowed with a young son so they moved in with trip's family (it was his dad's brother)

trip honestly doesn't interact with his parents much

they're fine. they work, they come home, they all eat together as a family, and then everyone splits off to do their own things

his dad can definitely be harsh, especially to his sister-in-law and he has definitely been caught complaining about having to deal with this "random kid" living in his house (aka his nephew)

trip is very close with his aunt

the reason she moved in is because she has some sort of chronic illness that causes her to get sick a lot, which was only made worse after her husband died

so she moved in to get help with her illness and melvin

it was trip's mother's idea and trip's father only agreed out of respect for his now deceased brother

trip acts annoyed by melvin but he has grown to care for him as a brother (but he would never admit it)

clark "brill" brillstein

okay imo his parents are the best of all the socs' parents

they were high school sweethearts that got married (and pregnant with brill) like within the summer after graduation

because of this, they're younger than the other parents. the others all are in their 40s, having had their kids in their 20s but brill's parents are only like 36

they are THE parents of the group. if any of brill's friends need anything, whether it's just advice or someone to talk to, literally anything, they go to brill's parents. he has come home to every single one of his friends talking to his parents before. it is a common occurrence.

such a healthy family dynamic

yes they love brill's friends and want to act as their parents but they will never let brill feel sidelined to his friends because of their attention