#he got too angry after that and didnt leave his hole for a month

[roadkill-raccoons]

What kind of food does Mac usually gives the human ? Does he farm with the dead bodies or is there an alternative food source ?

Mac has his own little fruit that he'll share with them from time to time. (He likes pomegranates :3)

For the most part he just hunts around for whatever meat he can find thats edible, which is almost everytime, human meat.

[dangoblogs]

VENT ERA RESTART

TW: mention of SH, ED

ok so my bf and i broke up two months ago and the reason was very simple but got complicated over time. i absolutely hate him for how he became after the breakup but the issue rn is that he has a crush on his bsf but he likes me too but he doesnt want a relationship. i understandably got very angry and heartbroken because he made me trust in him that he doesnt like her but now after the breakup this happened and she likes him too. he knew that im very insecure about the girl bsf because in my previous relationship the guy always liked his girl bsf who was my bsf too and he led me on for two months. i told him i dont like him at all anymore and earlier he said hed try to get my trust back but now that he knows that i would never get back with him unless he stops liking her, he said he wouldnt try. am i wrong for that? he was the loveliest guy i knew and i really wanted to be with him forever but after what he did i just feel cheated and betrayed. it makes me feel that ill never really be loved in a romantic way and im always second to the bsf. im not made for love i think. i gave as much as i can so that he doesnt feel the distance because i knew he didnt want us to be in an ldr but ig me asking for the same things back was too much of an effort. all of this really drove me back in a depressive hole and my ED and SH came back tenfold. maybe if i leave this earth ill get the love i want but itll be fake too. idk

even after everything that has happened and my mind telling me i never want to be with him again, my gut tells me that we arent over and that theres a future for us but i dont want this hope cuz it just breaks my heart more and more. i wish there was less waiting. i wish he still loved me like he said he did. he keeps saying he hasnt moved on and he cries sometimes when he remembers us and he stalks my insta so that he can see me again but i cant believe him even if i want to. how can i when he posted a relationship reel on his story and tagged her. it isnt as if its hard to win my trust back. its just he doesnt even want to try anymore.

[ghostlysenses]

okay i have an idea for pt 3 of fake friends, you can honestly do whatever with it but here it is-

y/n is still angry at the trio even after coming to amends with everyone else, even with their own death in general, but one day they notice that one of them (probably tommy) just tries every night to talk to them, to apologize, he leaves small gifts that were either from their house or something he brought along with a “this reminded me of you”, he even once brought down a juke box and a disk and stayed up all night to try and talk.

finally its sunrise and tommy feels a cold hand on top of his, and a small voice going “it’s okay.” and he just starts to violently sob, apologizing over and over again, trying to explain himself over his cries in agony, and once the sun is fully risen he’s passed out on the blanket he brought with him, as the disk finally stops.

Oh... my... god I HAVE TO WRITE THIS!!!

Now this one i got on May 16th idk when this is going to be posted but im taking my time w it!! WHOO

Remember! requests are currently open!

Part two here! and you can find part one there too!

My Apology, Please forgive me

Tw; Mentions of death and suicide, angsty.

Its been a few months... You accepted your death and you've forgiven everyone whose ever wronged you...

Besides Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy.

You just couldn't, they broke your heart.

they were supposed to be your friends but... they thought otherwise

You were stuck forever under L'manhole

looking up from the glass...

Tommy himself was slowly being ditched by Tubbo and Ranboo...

his first thought when it happened his first thought was "was this what Y/N felt?'

He was hurt and distraught.

was this the pain he caused you?

he couldn't blame you for being mad at them when you felt this way... he just wished he could find a way to make it up to you..

he wished you were still here so he could talk to you

so he could have someone

but..

you did want to talk

you also wanted someone

and they ignored you

they ripped that from you and he will never forgive himself for that

he sits at the bench alone now, by himself... he imagines you sitting next to him sometimes.. laughing with him.. talking to him.

after he saw you that night he couldn't get the glare you had on your face out of his head.

you were pissed and he was too

He treated you poorly, he called you shit, he insulted you, he hurt your pride and confidence, he broke you, ignored you, and hurt you so bad that now... you're a ghost.

He knew he had to make it up to you

but you didnt want to see him

and he still tried

Tommy would leave things

He left a painting once “this reminded me of you”

a few days later he came back with a photo of you and him “I miss when you were here...”

a few days after that he came back with your adventuring backpack that you had lost in some old mine “I found this...I thought you’d like it back”

every day he would leave something...

and you dont know why

but you felt better...you didnt feel angry at him anymore...

there would be some nights where Tommy would come to the memorial, crying.

“Im so sorry... i should’ve been better, im a shit person”

“I wish you were here”

“you wouldve been the person there for me”

then he was gone for a few days....you heard he was trapped in the prison...

when he finally came back it was around 3am

he walked over and just sobbed

spilling everything from how dream treated him and what he did to him in the prison, to how he’s so sorry for putting you through so much hell

and he’s begging for any sign that your listening....

but you can’t reach him...

you keep trying though...

but nothing works...

when he’s done he apologizes for venting...then walks away

You have already forgiven Tommy by then, as it seemed he was the only one out of the trio who cared

and you felt terrible for what happened to him..

so that night and every night you kept trying to leave l’manhole

until you did...

you can go past the glass but only up to the opening of the hole in the glass that you caused

You can reach out of the memorial too.

This was going to be a pleasant surprise for Tommy

A few nights later Tommy comes back, he brought a juke box with him this time...

he sat the jukebox down and played Mellohi...

Your favorite...

a few moments later Tommy started crying...

“I wish you were here....Tubbo and Ranboo ditched me... I now know how you felt...and im so sorry for it...you didnt deserve to feel this way......I hope you know that I mean it when I say this but...you were my only true friend...and im so sorry i treated you so poorly..”

Big man TommyInnit apologizing?

damn

he started crying more, just repeating how sorry he is and how he wants you to come back

this went on for awhile....

Then you decided to comfort him

the sun was coming up and Tommy was to distracted by it to even care about his surroundings

“Im sorry y/n”

He felt something cold wrap around his torso, and something on his back

“I know Tommy....I forgave you along time ago...”

You had hugged him

he turned around and hugged you back..

tears in his eyes...

boy did he miss you.

[urmomification]

WOOO POG DREAM SMP AU

theres 1.8k words and 9,393 characters of a schlatt au below the cut LMAO

[i was rambling to my friend and this is what came out of it! send me an abt it if u have questions i would love to talk abt it more pls]

(slight body horror/gore tw!!)

slams fists on table rattling any dishes on the table au where schlatt doesnt die of a heartattack and tubbo locks him up to rot basically and his horns grow into his eyes effectively blinding him and chained his hands together and basically a leash on him to keep him from moving around in his cell so he cant do anything to break the horns off before they get too long and one day when technos breaking into lmanberg he gets chased into the prison and loses them in the halls before coming across schlatts cell and schlatts calling out like 'whos there i can hear ur foot steps whos there please someone whos there' etc yk and technos speechless they thought they executed him to keep him from causing any more problems in the country but this is this is just much worse than anything he even thought theyd do and hes standing in front of schlatts cell just looking at him as if hes imagining it he knew lmanberg was bad but holy fuck they just let this man rot in a cell to the point of his own horns blinding him and giving him no aid or way to ease the pain so he makes himself known and schlatt 'ive never been so happy to see, well, hear an anarchist in my life, its good to see- hear you technoblade' and chuckles and blood runs down his face like tears would, few drops landing on his clothes before techno starts trying to get into the cell to take him out of there he cant leave him here sure he was an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but he had standards and now that schlatt wasnt in power he had nothing against him really considering he isnt a citizen of lmanberg so he manages to pick the locks enough to get him out of there, schlatts arm slung over technos shoulder they stumble out of the prison building and as they slowly make their way to the nether portal to get back to technos base, they run into tubbo and quackity, schlatts old right hand men and they try to stop techno bc hes well an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but the glare techno gives them levels them and theyre left staring at each other for a moment when schlatt 'whyre we stopped whos there tech' and techno mumbles 'tubbo and quackity schlatt' and schlatt just furrows his brows as far as he can without sending excruciating pain into his eye sockets before he purses his lips and asks 'are they going to try and stop us?' techno looks back at the other two 'no they wont, isnt that right boys?' tubbo and quackity slink away allowing techno and schlatt to the portal and them going thru, schlatt still silent as he tries not to trip over technos cape or off the ledge of the bridge passing over the lava lakes, they make it to the portal and begin the walk across the arctic tundra to technos house, philza isnt there right now so its just the two of them and techno leads him up the ladder to his room (its not really a room i think its just a bed, a bell and an enchantment table) and sits him down on his bed mumbling something abt being right back and he is with some medical supplies and a change of clothes to clean everything up, they dont talk techno works in silence and when schlatt winces he mumbles a small apology before continuing eventually techno got schlatt as cleaned up as you can get someone w horns in their eyes and a sweater to keep him warm and finally starts asking questions 'how long had u been in there' 'lost count' 'did they bring you food' 'a chests worth at the beginning of the month' techno sighs 'i thought they executed you' 'tubbo chickened out despite me being 'an active threat to our peace in lmanberg' and locked me up a few days after u set the withers loose and dropped off a chest of food once a month and most of them refused to talk to me others couldnt even make eye contact with me, other than the few instances where they said things like 'heres ur food' or 'u deserve this' or 'i cant believe tubbo let u live' i talked to no one other than myself for however long i was in there' techno stands and walks around for a moment before flipping some pages and schlatt can hear him gasp quietly in mild surprise 'what is it tech' looking in the direction he heard techno from and techno says, turning to face schlatt on his bed 'schlatt that was almost 3 months ago' a single beat of silence rings for what feels like forever 'oh. i, i didnt think itd been that long. though it would explain my current predicament' loosely gesturing towards his face 'oh right abt that i have a few questions if ur ready to answer some' schlatt hums and techno grabs a pen and paper and sits next to him in case he needs to take any notes for future reference 'how fast do ur horns normally grow' 'idk just a steady amount my whole life pretty much' 'will they ever stop growing' 'they generally stop growing around 30 and continue to grow more in width than length' 'did anyone who brought u food notice' 'they grow quickly and by the time the person w the third chest came around they were getting close to my eyes but they didnt listen to me, no one did' he sighs looking down at would be his hands 'the odds of both of my horns growing into my eyes and blinding me like this are so low but of course it would happen to me' a chuckle void of any amusement 'because losing my country and my people and my power wasnt enough already' techno stands up 'you had that coming' schlatt actually laughs this time, short and curt 'ok fair, u were the one that took me down afterall' and from then on schlatt lives w techno and phil and eventually tommy and then without tommy (tommy was Not happy when he found out that schlatt was living with techno but he needed somewhere to stay too and techno happens to live in an arctic tundra where only a handful of people know how to get to so he didnt complain too much) and eventually techno saws off schlatts horns at the bend adn removes them from his eyes bc if they kept growing into his head theyd hit his brain and kill him on top of blinding  him and techno gags and almost throws up despite not being sensitive to gore  and gives schlatt a bandanna to cover the holes in his head for everyones sake and once they heal somewhat he can find something else out and thats how they live, schlatt helps with what he can like farming w phil but mostly spends his time learning braille or something so he can read and techno gets him books in braille so he isnt bored or alone like he was in the prison and he feeds him and takes care of him and schlatt is funny and entertaining despite being blinded by something from his own body and the torture it was like to rot in a cell alone for almost a 1/4 of a year and nights when techno gets home late and hes shaken and the voices are bad schlatt will sit behind him and play with his hair and talk abt his own day and rub technos back and in return when schlatt relapses and gets violent and angry techno will wash his hair and read him stories until he calms down and hopefully asleep and no one told him the news that wilbur died so when ghostbur shows up and starts talking to him he treats him the same as he would wilbur bc he cant see that hes a ghost all thats different is his speech pattern and overall personality and one day he says 'ur different wilbur what happened to that, i dunno spark u used to have' and wilbur simply 'im not sure if im being honest a lot abt me has changed since i died, or so im told i dont remember much from when i was alive' and schlatt just 0_0 and then hes scrambling down the ladder and stumbling around the house looking for techno, finding him in the basement working on something and when he gets there hes out of breath and his hands are shaking bc holy shit wilburs not only dead but a ghost and he was just talking to me and he doesnt remember what i did and and and and techno is shocked to see schlatt in the basement and asks whats up and schlatt just 'wilbur died wilbur fucking died tech why didnt anyone tell him and now hes a ghost hes a fucking ghost who lives in ur house and doesnt remember anything he doesnt remember that he blew up lmanberg does he he remembers my name but not anything that i did what hes a fucking ghost techno hes a ghost holy fuck' and technos just standing there like ??? no one no one told him 'yea philza had to kill him after he blew up lmanberg i thought u knew thats why i didnt say anything' oh. 'phil, phil had to kill him?' 'yea its a touchy subject, dont bring it up' and simply goes back to what he was working on so schlatt sits on the ground by the ladder and listens to him work his brain going a mile a minute trying to comprehend whats going on 'would i have become a ghost if theyd chosen to execute me?' 'its hard to say im unsure if theres specific circumstances that contribuite to someone becoming a ghost but theres really no telling' and goes back to working yet again and from then on they fall into an easy schedule of techno going out and doing whatever an anarchist terrorist w a murder record does on ur average wednesday and schlatt stays home reading and organizing whatever he can based on size and feeling and sleeping in windowsills and schlatt greeting techno comes home beaten up and full of new resources and a side of bruises and cuts so he tends to them, getting better at maneuvering and functioning without needing to see then techno making dinner and then curling up by the fire for the night enjoying each others company as they talk abt their days :]

[mieczyhale]

you know what i could go for?? [late night ramble journey ahead // i did not re-read this so who knows!!]

an in-depth fic about klaus’s ten months in vietnam.. but with ben there. klaus getting pants and a gun shoved at him and ben is just as confused and freaked out. klaus finding out where they are, or ben finding out and telling him. klaus meeting dave and ben is sitting next to him, side eyeing dave because who is this soldier and why did he come all the way from the back of the bus to introduce himself. ben sees it / can tell when klaus shoves the briefcase under their seat right after and ben’s just like ‘are you fucking kidding me??’ and of course klaus would make stupid decisions because of an attractive man with a sweet smile. so he’s exasperated but also concerned because it’s 1968 and people like klaus are treated even worse now than they are in 2019, way worse, and all of these men are probably straight - dave included. and if any of them are gay they’re not gonna say anything let alone act on it. it wouldn’t be worth it. klaus could get himself hurt or killed just for being himself, if he acts too.. well.. himself after that he stays by klaus’s side more than he did in their own time, which is really saying something. offers advice and wisdom like he always has. he warns him about snipers and mines and bullets and in turn klaus warns his squad. ben can’t lie - it feels pretty fucking good to be responsible for saving lives without having to take any. he still wishes klaus would just try the briefcase, he has it, but at some point he stops pushing. because he does think klaus needs to go back and soon but everytime he brings it up klaus gets defensive and angry - he can do what he wants. he has friends here now. he has a family that actually likes him. that actually cares. he’s considered useful and important and he’s on drugs!! he can get high and none of them think any less of him for it. why can’t ben see that maybe this is where he belongs?? maybe the middle of the fucking vietnam war is where he fits?? and it’s not like he has anyone or anything back home. the only thing he could have missed is ben and ben’s with him in 1968 so there’s literally nothing. and ben wants to yell back, he wants to argue that there’s plenty for klaus to go back to, but he’s realizing that klaus.. might be right. and that hurts. and of course pisses ben off but it hurts because nobody should have to travel back in time and fight in a pointless war to find basic respect, especially not klaus. klaus who has been through enough - who deserves good things more than anyone ben knows. so after that conversation he doesn’t bring it up anymore. he looks at it sometimes, and thinks about their siblings, how they just gained their missing brother only to lose another, how are they doing? have they noticed klaus is missing yet? did they see the motel room?? did they know that all of that blood was klaus’s?? (shh patch didn’t die, hazel and cha cha escaped by knocking her out but she lives because i said so. diego shows up and finds her, freaks out at first but is relieved that she’s fine. he manages to get her to wake up and she tells him that klaus was there. he was hurt, very very hurt, but he got away. she doesn’t know where he went, he crawled through the vent, and he’s gone, diego. you need to find him - he needs a hospital. ahem anyway) ben thinks on these things and it never takes him long to get disgusted looking at it because it contains, in a way, their family. and he thinks he knows the answers. he gets to a point where he decides he wouldn’t be upset if they never had to see those jackasses again. his loyalties lie with klaus, after 13 years together there’s no way they wouldnt be. and if doing what’s best for klaus, doing what makes klaus happy, is staying right where they’ve found themselves than he can deal with it. that’s where he ends up anyway but its definitely not a quick or easy point to reach. he’s there for every battle, all the days of marching, watching klaus kill people and knowing how badly it’s affecting his brother and yet he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t pull back without orders, doesn’t put his gun down until he knows his squad is safe. and that fierceness grows as he gets closer to dave. ben doesn’t know what to think of dave at first, probably doesn’t trust him - knowing every man klaus has ever found attractive or had a “relationship” with before - but ben literally watches this - admittedly handsome - soldier boy fall in love with klaus, and klaus with him. ben witnesses the disco. the private conversation - from a distance, he’s doesn’t feel quite right listening in and he can still see them. the way they look at each other. how gently dave approaches every moment with klaus - the hand on his cheek, their first kiss (which he WILL tease klaus about later) when they head back to the hotel that was booked for all the guys for r&r, ben decides to wander saigon instead because he’s pretty sure he knows where things are going to go considering klaus and dave are roommates (oh my god they were roommates) by the time he gets back they’re both passed out (in the same bed. as he expected) from that day forward klaus is happy, genuinely happy in a way ben can’t remember him ever being, and dave has of course gained ben’s full approval (especially when klaus tells dave about the ghosts and dave believes him. even turns to where klaus is pointing at ben and tells ben that he’s happy that klaus has at least one good sibling, that he’s happy to know ben is there. when dave knows ben is there he always greets him. it’s not anything that grand really but it means a lot to ben. and when klaus finally tells him about the time travel, a little later on, dave believes him then too. said it made sense because he always thought there was no way someone as incredible as klaus could’ve come from the same place as he himself - let alone the same time. it never seemed to.. fit) SO ben is a fan. and he stays by both their sides - keeping them alive as best he can - along with a few other ghosts who are coherent, previous members of the 173rd, who pass things on to ben when klaus is too high. they talk, as long as no one but dave is around - dave who adapts pretty easily to klaus holding a whole conversation with someone he can’t see or hear. and ben.. stays ben. the only thing being in the war really changes is the way he views their siblings and he now has one other live person that he can “talk” to. eventually, almost 11 months in, they find out they’re getting sent to the frontlines. even closer to the danger. and klaus has a bad feeling. this is when ben brings up the briefcase again, hesitantly, and before klaus goes off reminds him that they could take dave with them. if he wanted to go. klaus can return to their time, to relative safety, and still have dave. it’s no longer a ‘one or the other’ situation. all they have to do is get dave to say ‘yes’. he says it very quickly of course (if you think i’d let dave die you’re out of your goddamn mind) he can be tough and feral when he needs to be, when pushed if klaus is in danger but he isn’t a killer, he doesn’t want to be a killer, he wants out. but he also wants a life with klaus and while they talked about going back to the states in.. well.. dave’s time and getting a little house and all that - doing that in 2019 sounds much better. especially after the night klaus told him softly about how things were different for lgbtq+ people, how they could hold hands and be as out as they wanted. get married. adopt. all things dave spent his whole life believing he’d never be allowed to have. so they do it - right then. klaus pulls out the briefcase and they gather the few things they wanted to keep and in a bright light they’re gone. (maybe they said something, or goodbye, to each squadmate before leaving. maybe they didnt and it hurt but if they waited around to get through everyone it would be too late to run) AND OH!! they take the ghost soldiers with them / the ghost soldiers find them in 2019, because i’m a slut for klaus having good ghosts, friend ghosts, who - even if they died horribly, are still the same person they were alive. and maybe sometimes they look like their deaths and sometimes they can look normal - ben teaching the soldiers how to be ghosts?? including how to appear as you were; whole, no holes or blood or missing limbs or chunks of head blown off. they’re all grateful and so is klaus. tho listen: he still gets high because i fucking said so - however, at least until the world is saved, he sticks to cigarettes and - for sleeping purposes - pot, dave does as well. because dave isnt a square. maybe he sticks to that path afterwards. maybe not. i for one support everything except 100% sobriety 100% of the time in this instance  anyway: later on when klaus can make ben corporeal for any amount of time he wants ben tells their siblings about the real life romantic drama he got to watch close up, from their first meeting all the way to the return to 2019. he also mentions a lot of things about the war, the sights and sounds of senseless murder - something their brother and his boyfriend were forced to take part in - the wounds they had to deal with, heal through. klaus and dave definitely have some scars. the fear. and that’s after telling them about hazel and cha cha and the almost two days they had klaus and nobody noticed. (maybe klaus lets his siblings meet the other soldiers, maybe not. maybe he lets them wander the mansion corporeal to scare the shit out of people. who knows) ben wants to make their siblings feel bad. he wants them to hurt and feel guilty. it’s the very least they deserve he thinks, when it’s all said and done. he hasn’t been able to say anything to them for 13 years and he’s got a lot of things built up - but gotta say, the last year (five-ish days?? starting at ep.1) have really taken the whole goddamn cake. klaus is embarrassed and shocked and actually quite touched that little benny is really going feral for the first time - though he keeps trying to tell him none of it is a big deal. he doesnt like confrontation. dave however is extremely pleased by the whole thing. klaus kept saying he and ben would get along if they ever got to meet and he was right. ben had, with a serious face, dubbed them the klaus hargreeves love & protection squad (bc dave doesnt know what the fuck even a ‘meem’ is yet) and that’s that. they make up a handshake and everything. klaus has never felt so loved. 

aaand eventually klaus and dave and ben (because of course he’s invited) do get that little house away from the city - someplace with few to no ghosts. someplace they can make their home. they make sure it has a room they can make up for ben even though he doesnt sleep (he still deserves his own space. a place to get away from them if he wants. somewhere to put his books and such. ben doesnt get emotional about that at all. absolutely not.) and they get pets and klaus gardens and ben reads books about gardening so he can help and dave works (mechanic is always a good time. or bookstore owner!! coffee shop?? listen. those may or may not be my favorite aus) and maybe the siblings get to visit and maybe they mend things and bond or whatever idk THE POINT IS:: Ben is a good brother and i think the idea of him going through vietnam with klaus is interesting and if someone with more ideas/thoughts ever wrote this i would be on that like cheese on broccoli honestly. THE SECOND POINT IS:: Klaus and Dave deserve to be happy and have the life they dreamed about together and if they shared their home with anyone it would be the Bentacles SO… OKAY…  that definitely did it’s own thing but i really really genuinely love thinking about what those months would have been like with ben there - what he would have thought or said or done about things yknow?? and how that would have affected klaus/changed things. i didnt give a lot of examples in this because my brain didn’t want to stay on track (as if it ever does) but it’s 1:30 in the morning and im so fucking tired lsdfd;lk if you actually read this.. first of all: im sorry. second of all: thank you. and literally if anyone ever wrote something about this topic (not like.. this post specifically, just the ben in vietnam plot) and nobody important dies i’ll love you and give you a lil smooch on the noggin  s m ooch. smooches. you know who likes smooches?? klaus. you know who deserves smooches?? klaus. you know who’s getting smooches?? THAT’S RIGHT. KLAUS. because dave has a degree in giving them and he can’t let that education go to waste amiright??

this post.. may or may not have been brought to you by wine as well.. 

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[porcelain-crow]

I'm posting a school project I just finished writing, it would be great to get some feedback! Hope you enjoy!

There are three things you need to know before starting this story; One,I'm on the run for committing murder; Two, I can tell you that I 100 percent didnt kill anyone, and Three, i don't know who framed me.

Let's take this story back to the beginning though. My life was normal, almost boring in a way. I lived in a small apartment, worked at a local camping store and I hung out with friends on the weekends, following the same routine, week after week. It was peaceful;

At least it was until the murders were reported. The first death was a shock, our town was known for being quiet, we never even saw it coming, never imagined what was to come. By the end of the month, there were five mysterious deaths and not a trace of DNA found on the scene, no hints, nothing to tell us who was doing this, just the bodies that were piling up.

This is when everything went downhill; I started noticing things that could be brushed off as forgetfulness, except it didn't feel quite right. Things like waking up to a cool breeze from a window, though I was sure I had closed it before falling asleep, or coming home from work to find the door unlocked when I knew I locked it before leaving for work. 

They started out small, barely warranting a second thought, but soon became something I couldn't ignore, too often to brush off, which eventually threw me into paranoia.

 I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the constant ringing in my ears like static, the way my hair stood on end, and everytime i tried to mention this to others, I was told it was my imagination, that I was crazy; The thing is, I knew I wasn't. Still, no matter how much i told myself it was fake, I couldn't shake the thought. The paranoia soon led to sleepless nights, which lead to hallucinations, which would manifest themselves as a shadow of a man peering in my window, but when i threw open my curtains, nothing was there, or the creepy shadows that seemed to watch me from the forest as i passed on my way to work, or even the way it felt like people around me were watching me,following me, i kept seeing the same two men everywhere. 

At this point I was close to freaking out, maybe I was crazy, maybe everyone was right, until late one Saturday night, I was holed up in my apartment; curled up on the couch reading, tv turned down low for background noise, when a flash of the screen caught my eye. My own image enlarged on the staticy screen. Lunging for the remote, i turn up the volume, catching the reporter saying my own name before he continued, “we believe this woman is responsible for the seventh murder in the last two months, as DNA was found at the scene, pointing back at her,” the reporter pauses and i lean forward, waiting for him to speak again “if you see her, stay far away as she is dangerous and most likely unstable. Call police forces as soon as possible so we can get this individual behind bars and hopefully stop the murders.” With that, the news report is over and I turn off the tv. What do they mean my DNA was found at the scene? I never killed anyone, just the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I don't understand, did someone frame me? If so, why me of all people?

At that moment, only one thought was clear in my brain. I had to run, I had to get as far away as possible. That night, instead of doing the logical thing and turning myself in and explaining it wasnt me, I packed my things in a bag, walked out the door and from then on, I was a wanted criminal on the run. 

I moved from place to place, never staying in one spot for more than a night or two; I stayed in abandoned buildings or shabby motels, sometimes even sleeping under trees deep in the woods if i had to. Even after living like this for a month, I could never shake the paranoia that followed, like something bigger was happening than I suspected. That's when I had my first encounter with them.

The two men I thought were figments of my imagination were real, they were the ones driving me crazy. It was one night I was staying in the forest, when I heard the voices, one rough and angry, the other one strange and distorted. I couldn't hear them until it was too late, one yelling for the other, obviously looking for something; Apparently that ‘thing’ was me. I was terrified, were they going to turn me in?, until they both stepped through the bushes wearing masks, one holding a large crowbar in his hand. They saw the fear on my face and laughed as I got up, ready to run for my life. With this, I dashed through the trees, jumping over roots to escape and hearing heavy footsteps behind me. Bursting through the tree line, I ran towards the first crowded street, glancing back to see them reach the tree line before halting. I merged into a group of people, keeping my head down until I could slip into an alleyway. This was the first of many encounters with these men, each time the same as the last, I would run, they gave chase, I got away. They treated it like a game, like it was fun. I wished they would just stop, just leave me alone, I didn't know how much longer I could continue this game of cat and mouse. I wanted it all to end.

No matter how much I wished for the game to end, I still wasn't ready for when it finally did. I was staying in an old abandoned hospital, I had yet to fall asleep, I just couldn't seem to. That's when I heard the footsteps, they sounded like they were on the floor below, headed towards the main set of stairs. In a panic I jumped to my feet, not caring about my bag of stuff as I dashed towards the emergency exit, the only other way down from the second floor, unless I wanted to break a leg by jumping out the window that is. I ripped open the door and fled down the stairs, which led down into an alley behind the building. Leaping off the last step, I didn't think, just ran. I wanted out of the alleyway, out of there, away from whoever could be inside that building. That's when things took a turn for the worst. Someone stepped around the corner and into the alley, which caused me to stop abruptly. I would have thought they were a cop, except for the fact that in the dim light from the moon, I could see what they were wearing, a pale yellow hood and faded jeans. I couldn't see their face, it was too dark and the hood shrouded their face in shadow, but judging by their figure, I assumed they were a guy. Backing away, I went to dash out the other side of the alley when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the fire escape as I turned around. I assumed the man that was in the way of the other opening of the alley was who I heard coming up the stairs in the building. Both openings of the alley were blocked, I was like a caged animal, but I wasn't giving up just yet. I turned back to the man in the yellow hoodie, eyeing him up. He was bigger than me but that means I was probably faster. I was going to make a mad dash and try to make my way around him, it was my only chance. Without warning, I started running. I saw him pull the weapon out of his hoodie pocket, I saw him raise his arm, but my brain didn't fully register what he was doing. He hesitated a second as he aimed the gun, pulling the trigger with a loud boom that echoed off the walls of the buildings around us. Pain shot through my chest, catching me off guard like a deer in headlights, and as I collapsed, one last thought raced through my head, “looks like i got my wish, it's all finally over.”

[michaelneedssomefics]

Haloween

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Smut, cursing, tiny bit of angst.

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever written, so please leave your opinion! Also you're more than welcome to send asks and requests :) I kinda want to try head cannons aswell.

You and Peter have been dating for the past couple of months, and you've went as far as sex before, both of you took each other's virginity and kept the sex pretty much vanilla.

It's October and Halloween parties are happening almost every night, both you and Peter knew about them and were invited to them, but Peter isn't really into the whole "partiying" idea and you'd rather spend the night with him if you were already free.

You were shopping for your costume for the Halloween dance when your eye suddenly cought a bright red on one of the racks. You walked towards it and saw it was a Victoria Secret angel costume. It had red stockings, attached to a full body red silk lingerie, a matching robe and white wings. 'Why not just try it on?' You thought to yourself. You took your size and went to the dressing room, tried it on (boy was it hard to get everything into the right holes) you looked at yourself in the mirror and damn you looked stunning. Your boobs were so complemented by this outfit, same goes for your ass. The robe ended barely after your ass, not really trying to hide it.

You would never even think about going like this out in public though, let alone a school dance. But then this idea popped in your head... you've been seeing these youtube videos of girls pranking their boyfriends, wearing scandalous costumes and telling them they’re heading out to a party, to see their boyfriends reaction. A smirk appeared on your face at the thought. You took the costume off, went ahead and paid for it and headed back to you place, too excited about the idea to wait.

When you got home you texted Peter, 'Hey, wanna see u, come over pls? xx'. A few minutes later you heard your phone ping, and saw a message from Peter saying 'sure angel, I'll be there in about 10'. You giggled at the irony of the nickname. 'Oh I'll show you angel' you thought.

After Peter arrived you two watched a horror movie, cuddling each other with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. You both didn't really watch the movie, more talking with each other, and you subtly changed the subject to Halloween, to try and bring up the party subject. "Oh, I was invited to this party tonight and I think I'm gonna go, do you want to come with me?" You asked him, knowing he's not into the whole party idea. "No, I don't really want to, but you have fun". Goody goody.

It was now around 6pm so you excused yourself, saying you need to go get ready. Peter followed you to you bedroom, and laid on the bed, scrolling through his phone while talking with you through your attached bathroom while you were styling your hair and doing your make up. You decided to go with simple waves, leaving your hair down. You did some of your make up as light as you could, so the attention would be all on the outfit. You closed the bathroom door so Peter won't see the outfit before it's on you, the action making him a bit confused since it's nothing he hasn't seen before, but he pushed the thought away, thinking nothing of it.

You were standing in front of the mirror with the full outfit, wings and everything, the robe closed. 'Pete would know I would never go out with something like this' you thought. 'Well, there goes nothing' . You open the bathroom door, walking casually to the full length mirror, as if everything is normal.

Peter was just... staring. 'Wtf?' He thought. Is this really what you're gonna wear to the party? You went over to your shoe rack, picking black high heels. You went over to sit next to peter on the end of the bed, putting on your shoes.

Peter was immediately standing, looking at you suspiciously. You put on the most innocent face you could, looking at him through your eyelashes, "What's wrong?" You asked. He open and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. Is this ok of him to not want you to go out like this? Since when do you even go out like this? Let alone buy outfits like that one? "You're... you're pranking me or something right? You'd never go out like this". Shit. You knew he knows you too well. "What do you mean 'like this'?" You tried to sound irritated. "I, I mean wearing next to nothing. Are you really going to a party wearing lingerie??" He said in disbelief. Were you really that oblivious? " uh, yea. I'm a Victoria Secret angel, it's the outfit." You said bluntly.

Peter shook his head. "You're, you're not going like that! Are your parents really allowing this??". "My parents are out of town until tomorrow night, they don't need to worry about what I'm wearing. What, were you gonna nark on me or something? Who are you to decide what I wear and to where I wear it?" You said, both of you knew your parents would never allow this, putting aside the fact you would never go out like this. "(Y/N), just thinking about all the guys that would stare at you makes me worried sick! What if one of them tries touching you? I'm not letting that happen!" He says. "Then come with me if you're so worried about a guy staring!" You said, knowing fully well how he hates parties. "No, you know I'm uncomfortable with going to these kind of things (Y/N)" he says quietly. "Then it's your problem, not mine." You copy his tone. "(Y/N) how could you possibly think going out in fucking underwear to a party is ok?!" He half yells, "it's the same as going to the beach in a bathing suit Peter! Besides, I'm wearing a robe, no one will see anything!". "Come on a napkin would cover more then that robe! (Y/N) don't you get me?? I'm gonna be worried to death if you go out like this! No way am I letting any guy a chance to eye fuck you and those fuckers might do more than just looking at you!" He was yelling a lot at this point, and you've never seen Peter this angry and frustrated, and this would also technically be your first big fight, so you decided to stop before things get out of hand.

"Okay okay babe, I was just messing around, I'm not really going anywhere, no one's going to eye fuck me". You said calmly, cupping his cheeks with your hands and looking into his eyes trying to get him to relax. You could see Peter's disbelief at first, eyebrows shooting up, lips lightly parted, and a second later his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched. "Pete-" he didnt let you finish, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you roughly, you gasped in surprise which gave him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, you kissing him back immediately after, you tongues fighting for dominance, you lost.

After a few minutes of one of the most passionate kisses you've shared with Peter, you both parted in need of air but peter quickly took off his shirt, then your whole outfit at the same speed, almost ripping your costume in the process, leaving you in nothing.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed, his eyes were so dark, and all you could do was stare at his bare abdomen, never failing to mesmorise you, but your focus was brought back to Peter's eyes as he started talking, "no one gets to see you wearing something like that other than me." He said while taking off his pants, leaving himself in nothing but boxers who left nothing to the imagination, his cock strained against the fabric. You felt yourself getting wet, he was so sexy when he was angry with you. You crawled towards him slowly, reaching up to rub his length through the boxers, pulling out a groan from him.

"Yes, right, no one gets to see me like this other than you baby. Let me make it up to you, make you feel real good", you said, slowly taking off his boxers. Finally, he steps out of his boxers, leaving you face to face with his fully erect cock, his tip a red as angry as he was, a tiny bit of pre cum leaking. You kissed the base, lightly biting and then soothing with your tongue. You then licked excruciatingly slow from the base to the tip, Peter moaning, you start sucking hus tip, each time you bring in you mouth more and more, swirling your tongue around. "Fuck" Peter says breathlessly. He reaches up to your hair, tugging it making you moan, the vibration sending more pleasure to him. You stop your movements suddenly, his cock still halfway inside you mouth, looking up at him, blinking innocently. He's confused at first, then realizing what you're implying he hold your head in place with both of his hands, and slowly starts thrusting into your mouth. He then speeds up, thrusting a little deeper, his head thrown back, moans and curses coming out of his mouth. "Fuck, feels so good, you're never going out like that, fuck, that ass is mine" you hum in agreement, the vibration almost sending him over the edge so he pulls out immediately, a string a saliva hanging from his tip to your tongue.

"Please tell me you're on the pill". He says, pushing you on your back, starting to circle your clit with his thumb while leaning over you with his other arm, "yes, yes, I am, shit" you moan, "good because I wanna cum inside you". He kisses you roughly, spreading your lips with his fingers, "you're so wet, just for me, tell me, would anyone else be able to get you this wet by just sucking their dick?" He asks, kissing your jaw, then your neck right where your sweet spot is. "N-no pete only y-you make me feel like this" you choke out, moaning so loud, you just want him inside you already. "That's right, only I can." He says suddenly flipping you on your stomach making you squeal. He grabs your hips pulling you up, kneading your ass with one hand and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. He slowly fills you up, both of you moaning loudly. Once he's fully in he let's you stretch out a bit, leaning over leaving marks on your shoulders.

Once you're stretched enough you wiggle your ass a bit, looking at him over your shoulder, saying seductively, "please, fuck me". And that's it for him. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back in quickly, he kept going like that, making you moan so loud you grabbed a pillow and buried you face in it to muffle your moans. After a while he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you up so his chest is to your back, while still thrusting faster and deeper he circles your clit with his other hands' finger, and you were screaming his name. "fuck (Y/N), gonna cum, gonna cum in that tight pussy, because it's mine, no one else's. Cum with me babe, come on". And that was it, your eyes rolling so far you saw stars, you were tightening around his cock, making him cum too, his thrusts sloppy as you both road out your highs, and you felt his cum dripping down your thighs.

He pulled out, you dropped on your stomach, breathless, and turned on your back to see peter walking over to the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth, he gently cleaned you up, then him self, then threw the cloth on the floor and plopped down beside you on his back, and you snuggled up to him, his arm pulling you closer by your waist.

Damn. Peter has a whole other side of him you need to explore.

"You didn't... you wouldn't..." Peter tried to say, not finding the right words, "no Pete, I wouldn't, only you get to see these parts of me.", you said and he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple and pulling you closer, both of you exhausted, falling asleep almost immediately wrapped in each other's arms.

[plainvanillapotato]

the 100 diaries S2 E13

quarantine diaries: june 4 2020

season 2 episode 13: “Resurrection”

those buildings in flames. that burning horse. definitely reminding me of game of thrones

yikes. but hey can you give me a hand?

remember how they have one healer? i bet they wished that they had more than one now. they better at least start an apprenticeship. oh look at abby stepping up. but still only 2 healers in a field of injured bodies. 

indra said put me down reaper. yes while were on the topic. remember how much of a struggle it was to detox lincoln in the first place...am i just supposed to assume that just quickly detoxed himself after seeing octavia??? seems kinda too convenient. woah they just double tapped indra. but she aint gonna die 

i kinda agree that these sky people are the bringers of death. i know we dont know what kind of life the grounders had pre sky people but this all takes people within a few months and i gotta same damn. when shit goes down shit goes down. 

that is deep hole. how did abby hear kane? especially with all the gunshots and other people screaming and yelling??

monty can do anything jasper. they brought back the hand shake!!!! 

there are so many baldies. i cant tell them apart from lincoln. i legit thought that he was the one that was shot.

that touching of foreheads. i know it was meant to be romantic but it really seemed forced. i honestly dont see the chemisty between octavia and lincoln.

woah jasper. woah monty. woah miller. these kids were ready to murder. red wedding who? 

honestly i didnt care about fox so im not that mad. but monty you didnt have to show jasper the video. that just assault to injury

american psycho who?

where is bellamy? its been too long since ive seen him

abby and kane... ship?

plot armor is strong with kane. no waaaaay abby. thank god i though that they super radiation blood was gonna also give them super strength. but at last not that lucky is she. 

shes said im not leaving you. i know that aint clarke. screw clarke.

BELLAMY my boy. too been too long but at least you made it. bellamy and fox....ship? this better not be a ship

he said ‘really? because im not getting that.” bellamy vibe checked mayas dad so hard. bellamy is the vibe checker of the show. he went:

i feel your anger. yes clarke send out those angry vibez

how did clarke recognize lincon in the darkness especially when there are so many bald guys? not to mention she didnt know about him returned from mount weather after delivering bellamy

ooo abby using physics but when that concrete fell back on the wound. i screamed. ooo and ofc the rubble falls on them because the writers said why the hell not. 

aaah what an ethical dilemma. “all you have to do is surrender” but surrender means death for the 47 so that means 47 for one life 

its morning already. that sniper be there all night. how much ammunition did he bring?? 

this is not the time to be drinking Octavia especially not from a random, unlabeled bottle you found on the ground. but plot armor is strong like smoke wasnt even fully covering her

ooo yikes monty. its ok monty i forgive you

karmas a bitch abby. but also how are you still alive? what was that? did someone say plot armor??

abby said it is my fault. clarke is my daughter she said. ooof. way to stay quiet abby. what a snitch. but snitches be getting stitches.

you know it kane. yeah this is learned behavior

‘like floating the man you love to save your people’-abby the same people who only a few months later released the same video that she had her husband floated for. abby you didnt save anyone. fuck you abby. 

i dont like to play god or anything but i gotta say it abby i dont really think that you deserve to survive. but good on you for questioning that 

monty said screw this. yes monty. 

of course its bellamy. but how? how did he get there? how did know the way there? like did he have mayas father whisper in his ear piece where to go??

aww i love the hugs between bellamy and jasper

jasper brought about FINN and his peace talks. yikesssss

but wait tho. this sniper is hella far from the village with forest of trees in his line of vision. who chose this vantage point because it sucks.

clarke really thought she was gonna out snipe a sniper with a pistol. 

lincoln again with the headbutt

the shot through lincolns shoulder to the guy. what a shot? but how clarke?!! like clarke only had one shooting lesson with bellamy. but i guess bellamy is a REALLY good teacher i guess. 

oooo that blood. but where did that blood come from honestly? where did the dead bodies go? am i just supposed to assume that these kids rubbed the body on the floor in that weird pattern?

how these mountain men not suspect of an inside man. like no one is suspicious of bellamy? hes too tall, too tan, too beautiful to fit in with these pasty ass vampires. but i guess the hat is just erases all that

you would think that these guys would be dead but plot armor is strong. let me be blunt. i dont care about abby or kane right now. like they dont have that many redeemable qualities but fine let abby’s healing skills save her once again

“we got two survivors” but dont yall remember when there was another girl screaming but abby was like no im not leaving you kane. basically abby let another person die. cuz i mean its not like she helped kane that much yet she stayed when she could have been helping another person. hmm

wow octavia and lincoln are the most consistent out of all the ships. octavia you surprise me. like i really thought you would have moved on by now. but why does it have to be them? they are my least favorite ship.

what a party popper abby. and with that stare between clarke and abby. i have never seen such a toxic mother daughter relationship ever in my life.

aww indra and lincoln. i love when friends reconnect.

this conversation between abby and clarke i cringed. the relationship is so strained it hurts to watch.

but abby, are you really the good guys tho? if it werent for monty and bellamy y’all could have fooled me. because you really be doing some questionable shit.

this music tho. they are trying to make it look heroic and epic but umm they're not. like maybe they were going for phoenix/rising from the ashes, vibez but they look pretty worn out and tired if you ask me

[blaizeofglory]

Absolutely no one asked for this, but here it is anyways!

OC apprentice

Name: Anrothan

Nickname: Anray

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bi

Familiar: A Huge, Fluffy, Dramatic Husky

Magic specialty: Animal to human translation

How would you describe him: A total Himbo. Always looking for a new adventure. Not graceful, at all. Loves everyone, whether it be remonatically or platonically.

Regular heart hunter:

Red Plague Heart Hunter:

Story:

Asra found Anrothan beaten half to death near the castle's entrance and took him in. After he woke up, almost 2 days later, Anrothan was in a panic, for he was supposed to meet with his best friend Count Lucio and his Countess Nadia, but ran into a group of teens looking for trouble and money. Long story short, they took his money and his bag of charms. After not much consideration, Asra let him stay.

A few months later, the Count Couple had rescheduled their meeting 3 times, each time a new Courtier putting off with a random encounter. Finally, Asra and Anray set off to the castle, hopefully not to be rescheduled again. On their way, they're stopped by Muriel, who needed to speak with Asra about the Heart of the Forest. Anray had never seen such a... terrifying man. Nevertheless, he had the aura of calm and controlled around him. A nice aura. Muriel pulled Asra away, leaving Anray alone to make his journey to the palace.

Almost to the gate, another man, tall, a redhead, pulled him, turned Anray around. He was rushing somewhere, but he calmed when he saw Anray's face. Now this. This was a gorgeous man, Anray thought. The man introduced himself as Julian, a doctor. This man had never gone to medical school, Anray thought as Julian started to talk faster and faster. He was just a few feet away from the castle gates. Just. A. Few. Feet.

Julian then pulled Anray in the direction of a small cottage, to go meet his sister. His sister, Portia, was over the moon to have a visitor, but hurried Anray out when she realised he was the one she had been preparing all morning to welcome to the palace. As they walked, Anray looped his arm with hers and started talking about how he's traveled all over the world to get the chance to talk to the Count and Countess once more.

Their walk wasnt long, so they were by the dining hall in not even ten minutes. Portia knocked on the door, which was responded with a come in.

The room smelled like rosemary and lavender. Anray's favourite smell. They had obviously prepared much.

The Countess was sitting, as the Count had his leg up on the table, standing in a position that looked like he was being painted. The Count, ran to Anray, sweeping him up into a big hug, to which Anray melted. His friend was finally back in his arms, where he never should have left.

Over the next few hours, Lucio and Nadia exchange stories with Anray, Lucio and Anray telling joint stories Nadia has never heard of and vice versa. The topic of Anray's original arrival came up only once, but he changed the subject before everyone got too angry.

After that, the three met every week, for the next two years, whether it be for tea, a personal painting session, or to annoy the Courtiers. Anray also spent more and more time with Portia and Julian and Asra and Muriel. There was no telling how much Anray couldnt live without them.

Exactly two years after Anray's arrival to Vesuvia, the red plague hit him like a bus. By the time this had happened, Anray had his love divided for the six people he had met, he couldn't tell anyone, even himself, who he loved more. He felt like a stranger in a golden palace filled with rum and money. He had hit the jackpot with these six.

But the red plague was horrid.

Anray hadn't noticed, but soon, dark spots under his eyes formed, after a plethora of nights had passed with no sleep, trying, begging, for a cure to the plague. Soon, he heard Julian had been holed up in the basement of the castle, where he had searched for the answer, any answer. But there were none. As far as they knew, there were none.

So from all sides of Vesuvia, the people were working on a cure. But it didnt come fast enough. Anray's breath became shorter, his coughs louder, his sneezing more often, and his strength almost gone. The only two who knew he was dying, were Muriel and Asra, but Muriel couldnt bear to see the man that he knew so well, he loved so much, be in so much pain.

On Anray's last day alive, Asra and Muriel fought. Asra was talking about how Anray was bedridden, can barely move, there's no way Muriel was going to move him, let Inanna go near him. Muriel came over with Inanna, Anray thought.

He was quiet about his next decision. He called Inanna over, which could barely be heard over Asra's whisper yelling. Anray closed his eyes as Inanna let him pet her. Inanna was the last face Anray saw.

[teejthedoughboy]

Called It(Tyrus fanfic)

1720 Words

Wrote this at 3am with a friend so excuse any errors. Let us know if you’d like more fics :)

“Is there anything else you wanna ask me?” TJ inquires, his hand inching closer to Cyrus’. He’s so nervous he feels lightheaded.

“Is there anything else you wanna tell me?” Cyrus asks, looking down at TJ’s hand, which was inching closer to his as they spoke.

TJ smiles. “Yeah,” he pauses, not thinking about what could happen next “...is there anything you want to tell me?” Part of him isn't sure Cyrus knows what he’s referring to, and that makes what he just said a lot less terrifying.

“Yes.” Cyrus beams, grabbing the hand that TJ has subconsciously inched closer to him. As soon as he feels the contact, TJ lets out a breath of air. Then he smiles. He wants to just start laughing, he’s so happy. And yes, he’s nervous, and he can tell Cyrus is too, but no emotion can change the way he feels right now, because he’s holding hands with Cyrus Goodman.

“Sooo...now what?” Cyrus grins. TJ can see the joy in his eyes, and he feels like he’s about to explode. This isn’t some misunderstanding, or some game. TJ is holding Cyrus’s hand, and Cyrus is happy about it.

“I don’t know,” TJ trails off, “maybe this?” He says slowly, leaning in slightly towards Cyrus.

“Earth to TJ!” Andi yelled, frantically waving her hand in his face.

TJ looked around him. Right. He was packed into a booth at the Spoon with Andi, Buffy, Jonah and Cyrus. Hanging out with the four of them had sounded a little intimidating, but at least he got to see Cyrus.

“What? Sorry.” He apologized, snapping out of his daze, but quickly falling into another one as he looked over at the brown haired boy sitting across from him.

“It’s your turn! Truth or dare?” Buffy asked, eyeing him carefully.

“Dare I guess?” TJ smiled and raising his eyebrows at Cyrus, who smiled at him a little. TJ’s heart raced from that alone.

“Oooh okay dare. Dare, dare, dare. What’s a good dare?” Andi thought aloud, glancing around the Spoon.

“I GOT ONE!” Jonah chimes in. “Ask for her number.” He exclaims, pointing to the short brunette waitress TJ knew from school.

TJ glanced at Cyrus, the pair growing increasingly tense. In truth, the boys had been an unofficial “thing” since that night on the bench, but nobody else knew. Cyrus swallowed hard, training his eyes on the grimey tabletop.

“What? I-I can’t do that.” TJ stuttered, his eyes darting around the small restaurant.

“Why not? It’s not like you have a girlfriend...right? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFR-“ Andi blurted, only to be cut off by TJ.

“NO! N-no I don’t...” he paused, looking at Cyrus‘ uncomfortable expression, “have a girlfriend- but...I don’t even know the waitress!”

“Chicken.” Buffy teased, punching TJ on the shoulder.

“Guys he doesn’t want to,” Cyrus said quietly, shooting a sheepish smile towards TJ.

“Yeah, you’re right. I withdraw my dare,” Jonah said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Also I withdraw myself. I should get going to my guitar lesson.” He stood up from the booth suddenly and gathered his belongings, nearly causing Cyrus and Buffy to slide out with him.

TJ smiled, because he shouldn’t be excited about something as dumb as this, but Cyrus was right across from him now.

He kicked Cyrus under the table and saw him turn a slight shade of red. Thelonius, he saw Cyrus mouth, and now it was TJ’s turn to shoot the boy a death stare. Bench or no bench, Cyrus was a great best friend.

The group said their goodbyes to Jonah, and then immediately returned to their intense game of truth or dare.

“Alright Andi, your turn. Truth or dare.” Buffy spoke.

“Honesty is the best policy!” Andi giggled at her cheesy joke.

“Okay. What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to you?” Buffy laughed.

Andi took a minute to consider her answer. “Probably when Cyrus and I both liked Jonah.” She laughed a little.

The small group fell silent, Cyrus going beet red.

TJ stared straight ahead of him, repeating what Andi had just said over and over in his head. Cyrus looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. So it must’ve been true. Cyrus liked Jonah. For all TJ knew, he could still like him. Maybe it was true that Cyrus was gay, but maybe he didnt like TJ at all. Maybe he was just using him to get over Jonah, or to get a boyfriend in front of Jonah.

No, TJ told himself. Cyrus would never do something like that. Besides, he had to be over Jonah by now. Jonah was straight, wasn’t he? But Jonah was so much of a nicer, better person than TJ ever was. TJ imagined Cyrus picking between him and Jonah. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine Cyrus picking him instead. TJ felt sick.

“I take it back, this is the most awkward thing that’s happened to me,” said a voice at the other end of the booth. TJ barely heard Andi as she laughed again, not catching the drift.

Buffy clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, turning towards Andi. “TJ didn’t know…” she muttered at a level that could only be heard by a very flustered looking Andi.

“....ohhhh.” Andi said, her brows knitting together in concern as she noticed Cyrus’s pained expression and realized what she had done. The whole table watched as TJ stood up, his seemingly angered expression going blank.

“TJ,WAIT!” Cyrus called, ignoring his friends’ pleads to stay and running after the boy. TJ, unfortunately, was far more fit than Cyrus, due to his status of basketball team captain. Cyrus stopped frequently to catch his breath, letting himself fall behind TJ.

Cyrus stopped running when Main Street came to a dead end. Where would TJ have gone? To his house, to the school gym, to the park?

Oh, God. Cyrus knew exactly where TJ was. With the little energy he had left, he sprinted towards the park.

TJ sat, head in his hands, on a swing. Tears of anger were rolling down his face, he wasn’t mad at Cyrus or Jonah- how could he be? He was angry at himself for letting someone else break down his walls. He was angry at himself because he could never hate Cyrus, no matter how hard he tried.

TJ felt a presence sit down next to him on the swings. He had known that Cyrus would find him, but he had no idea what he was going to say.

“TJ-“ Cyrus started, his voice full of hurt.

“Just get away from me” TJ muttered, making it impossible for Cyrus to hear what he said.

“What? I didn’t hear you?” Said Cyrus.

“JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, OKAY CYRUS? WHY DO YOU THINK I RAN AWAY FROM YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?” TJ yelled suddenly, making Cyrus step back a little. He gulped, lifting his head up. “Just leave me alone.”

“You didn't leave me alone. The second time we were here.”

TJ was still fuming, and he was never known to be cooperative when he was angry. “Whatever Cyrus. Play your little game, see if I care. Just leave me out of it,” he said, standing up from the swings and beginning to stomp off.

Cyrus surprised himself when he grabbed onto TJ’s shirt, whirling him around. “Teej - I don’t - oh my God, are you crying?” He let his hand fall and looked straight at TJ. “Teej, what’s going on?”

“It’s not like it matters to you anyway,” TJ finally said, letting out a fake laugh. “I’m not stupid - well, maybe I am, but I know you were just...using me.” TJ choked out, not completely believing the words tumbling from his lips. He let a tear fall down his face.

These words hit Cyrus like daggers. “TJ come here.” Cyrus inhaled, not expecting TJ to turn around. Surprisingly, TJ listened, turning on his heel. Cyrus intertwined his fingers with TJ’s and began to speak, “come on. You know me better than this. Why would I ever hurt you? And Jonah… that was all a long time ago, I don’t have feelings like that towards him anymore. And for the record you are not stupid. Please stop saying that you are.”

TJ stood there wordlessly, for a while, drinking in Cyrus’ words. He finally spoke, “I’m so sorry, cy. You’re right. I do know you better. I know you wouldn’t use me or hurt me. And I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I just-“ he smiled sadly, “I just don’t want to lose this. I care about you so much, underdog.”

“I care about you too, so so much. I think you underestimate how much people care about you, TJ. And I - God, I can’t believe you thought I was using you for Jonah. Do you know how-” Cyrus laughed,”-how crazy I am about you?”

TJ smiled a little.

“No, seriously! You’re always so nice to me, and my friends - even Buffy now. You put up with their impromptu truth or dare sessions, and Buffy and Andi’s comments about everything, and you’re so funny too. You know, you’re so cute when you smile and- oh” Cyrus stopped, realizing he was rambling, and blushed a little. “I’ve liked you for months, Teej, much more than anything I ever felt for Jonah. I’m just so glad I have you.”

TJ shut his eyes closed till he saw red, and he smiled and smiled. “I’m so glad I have you, Cyrus,” he said.

“Now, do you think we could fit two people on a swing?”

Back at The Spoon Buffy was trying, but failing, to comfort Andi.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT! I DIDN'T REALIZE - OH GOD CYRUS IS GONNA HATE ME!” Andi wailed, facepalming.

“Just calm down!” Buffy urged, looking out the window searching for any sign of either TJ or Cyrus. She was surprised to see the boys walking together, injured from a very bad, gay idea. She smiled faintly. “Hey Andi?” She called.

“Yeah?” Andi asked, turning her head to see what her friend was gaping at.

“I think they’re going to be just fine,” Buffy laughed, gazing at Andi’s awestruck expression.

“Called it.” Andi smirked.

[copias-thighs]

Ignore me, I’m just complaining again as always. For the past month and a half I’ve been pressured into painting a wall for my sister in law and I mentioned before I don’t want to do this at all. Well anything artistic in general for her since she and her younger brother can be rude about it all some times. When she first found out I was artistic, she asked me to do a jungle mural on her wall for her daughter (who was 5 months about at the time) in her house she lived in during that time. Sure, no biggie. I didn’t mind. I was being paid for it, it would be done in time for Christmas, and was being given everything I needed for it, best of all I had no specific date to have it done by. She told me to do what I want, as long as I had 4 monkeys and a tree from the photos she sent me. That being said, I did what she asked and proceeded to draw on the wall she wanted on. Mind you, it’s the first time I’ve EVER painted a whole piece on a wall. I wanted it to be perfect and wanted to take make sure I drew it all correctly. She has a younger brother who was about 13 at the time and he is very, extremely vulgar and rude. He won’t care who you are, he’ll verbally harass you and feel no guilt. Even if you haven’t done anything wrong to him or anyone else. When I started drawing, he yelled, “So this masterpiece of yours is going to be a year long ordeal? Great.” Rolled his eyes and left. I knew what was going to happen, so I started showing up at her house with my noise cancelling headphones to tune him out while I finally started painting. A month passed as I was close to finishing the wall. I was tired, sore, I had a headache, and I had a lot of stress on me because I had so many personal issues eating away at me during that time. I just wanted to finish. My playlist started to buffer a little as I was finishing up painting what needed to be green. Grass, leaves, flower stems, that kind of stuff. I heard my sister in law go “Shhh! Cut it out! She’ll hear you!” Confused, I paused my music and tuned in out of curiosity. So much for noise cancelling, am I right? Her brother begins to get louder screaming, “I don’t fucking care. I don’t see why you’re paying that girl to fuck up your wall! She flat out ruined it! Hell- if you wanted to ruin your wall, I could’ve spread my ass cheeks open and shit all over your walls! You can pay me for it too!” I wanted to hide in a hole and cry. Have I really messed her wall? Was my first time painting something this huge a major fail? I felt horrible. I gathered up what was mine and ran out of there. My fiancé had to be the one to finish it. I got paid for it though, but for what? I didn’t want the money anymore, I wanted an apology that I never received to this day.

A couple of months later, her daughter’s first birthday began to approach. She was born in the summer and my sister in law had a set theme for it. A water theme to be more clear. She had a fancy camera and decided to have a special feature at the party. A backdrop with props. Which seemed pretty cool. She asked me for ideas and I told her some. Making fish using their handprints and glueing a fishnet on the backdrop, things like that. Well she replies with, “Oh cool, I didn’t know you knew how to make those! You’re doing the backdrop for me, right?” Well she never asked me, she just threw it at me.. so I said sure Ig... she told me that she needed the fish and all the backdrop stuff done before the 2nd of June. It was early May so I had plenty of time. Nope. Out of nowhere she calls saying that she needed them within the next few days, and I was nowhere NEAR done. She still demanded it and I scrambled to get it all done. I had to put the wall up on my own and it was barely the middle of May at that point, with the party still set for the 2nd of June. Didnt get paid for it and I literally had no money to buy what I needed since I didn’t have a job. I had to scrimp up about $5 for what you see that she couldn’t spare. At least she kept the decorations. She claimed her 1 year old daughter was upset that there was only ONE dolphin, even though that’s my sister in law’s favourite animal, and was she and her little brother were upset there wasn’t much done for the backdrop.

A year later, summer was rolling back in again and her daughter was turning two. Cute, happy, yay, happy feels. I was at my sister in law’s for a little get together, and she comes up to me, with me feeling dread as I knew what was going to happen. “Ohhh, I cant wait until she turns two! I have such a cute idea! I’m going to have a Mickey Mouse Club House theme with a backdrop saying “I’m TWOdles! Isn’t that cute?!” I uncomfortably smiled and nodded giving a weak “yeah” as a silent anxiety attack started kicking in. She stood there for a good few minutes as if she was waiting for me to ask to help her, which I obviously didn’t, getting flashbacks from how she demanded things to be done last second last time. So she huffed and said, “I need life size cut outs of Minnie, Mickey, Goofy, and Toodles. Do you think you can do that?” I really didn’t know how to, I honestly didn’t. I told her just that, but she didn’t let it go. She ended up telling me to make her just their heads and the words “I’m TWOdles” and how she needed them by June. This time I had a whole month. I wasn’t as anxious, I had time to figure out how to get it done. Well two weeks later she calls demanding it to be done before the day after. I panicked, seeing that I was having trouble colouring the heads nicely without being judged on how you you can see marker lines and such. And when I showed her what I had done, she was upset because it wasn’t enough to cover up the wall. She wanted more things to fill it up. So I hesitantly said large balloon flowers. She can make those on her own, while I finished the heads. NOPE! I had to be the one to do that too. I’ve never worked with balloons, I’m afraid of the sounds they make, I can’t stand them unless they’re the foil ones. I have a huge ass phobia about them and nearly cried as I made the balloon flowers. I flinched, winced, and the threw the balloons with each nasty rubber rubbing sound it made. My fiancé had to literally fucking hold me each freak out I had with those damn things. Well I had to get it all done because it’s my fault for suggesting balloon flowers to begin with. which I did. The day of the party, her family was wowed by it. Her little brother however, was angry I was getting compliments. So he began shouting that he did it all, and he worked really hard on it all. My sister in law was mad too that I didn’t get her daughter a present. Ig the wall wasn’t a good gift.

Now here I am currently, stressing over a wall plus more. My sister in law moved to a new home recently, and needed help painting walls. I painted all 3 rooms. I thought that was the end of that. WELL BUCKLE UP because she said some, “Oooo, guess what! My daughter has been asking for you to paint her walls! She really wants monkeys, lions, and elephants on her wall!” At this point I had enough. I asked, “SHE wants the animals? Or YOU want them?” She went quiet and said, “no, she’s been asking for you!” Pretty damn specific for a 3 year old to want, considering she can barely say anything. She can’t even say her own name. Here I am, sketching on the wall, with my sister in law coming right up to me telling me that she wants fish to be painted on the walls of the toy room after I’m done with the jungle crap. I got really annoyed and said she can easily use the fish stuff from her 1st birthday. She ignored that. After I drew all the crap on the wall in pencil, she stops me in the hall and adds, “Hey! So my hallway looks so bland! Any ideas on how to make it prettier? Like a tree with squares for photos?” I told her she can buy a tree decal on Amazon for cheap, but she cuts me right off screaming “Checked already, they’re $200.” I practically live on Amazon and told her no, they aren’t that expensive. Only to be cut off by her screeching “They’re $200, I don’t have $200! Give me ideas!”

Wow, ok.

So I said to do this: Put a large photo of her and her kids with neatly organised smaller photos of family moments around it. Like this:

Nope, she told me that it was “too messy and too thrown together.” Agitated, I told her it’s getting late and that I had to leave. She then started following me around when I gathered all my pencils and erasers, asking when I was coming back over to paint and if I could bring my own paint. I kept calm and said I didn’t have much money to spend to buy paint (I quit my job around November the year before) and that I’ll come over the next time she’s off work. Which turned out to be Mother’s Day. I told her I’m not coming in because I wanted to spend time with my own mom and she tried telling me all these “gifts” her 3 year old daughter was eyeing for her. Joke or not, I got annoyed because I stated multiple times that I have no job and little money to be spending on paint. I have to take care of my mom and siblings back home, buying food and house supplies with what I have. Well my dumbass absentmindedly said “This- This wall is your Mother’s Day present.” She gave me a face and said “I didn’t ask for this! This isn’t for me, my daughter wanted this!” With and eye twitch, I said that this is something SHE asked for and how HER DAUGHTER can barely speak. She can’t even say a full sentence, her name, my name, and if it’s hER DAUGHTER wanting this, what was requested for the wall was oddly specific for her to want. I told her bye and tried to leave as quick as I could to avoid any new “favours” she might have for me. As I start heading to the door, she yells after me, “come up with more ideas for the hallway for me! We’ll talk later!”

Another fun bit is that now she has a son. And for his first birthday photo shoot, she’s going to dress him up as a dinosaur, breaking out of an egg. Problem is, she doesn’t have a huge egg. She comes up to me and says, “So I need I giant egg, you can figure out how to do that, right?” I couldn’t even say no because her family was watching me, waiting for me to say “yes” even though I wanted to say no because I don’t know how to. Hell, I still don’t! I’m beyond scared to make it! When she decided for me that I was going to make her a giant dinosaur egg regardless, mother fucker adds in “Oh! I also need a life size Forky, Mr. And Mrs. Potato Head, Slinky, etc for my daughter’s birthday!” I WANT TO FUCKING CRY SHE NEEDS THE TOY STORY CRAP NEXT MONTH AND I DONT HAVE ANYTHING THAT BIG TO DRAW ON FOR IT AND I KNOW HER ASS IS GOING TO BITCH FOR IT THIS MONTH AND I KNOW IM NOT GETTING PAID FOR ANY OF THIS FUCKING SHIT FUCK ME

[blughblu]

Okay i know i said tomorrow but

So, the family is Yash (son), Elraz (dad), and Adney (mom). Im currently working on a family portrait of them all, when Yash was younger and Elraz was still around.

Yash:

General info:

Gender: male, he/him pronouns

Age: human equivalent of early twenties

Race: cambion

Height: 6'5

Sexuality: pan rights babey

Adney:

(I don't have a colored picture of her quite yet)

General info:

Gender: female, she/her pronouns

Age: mid forties

Race: human

Height: 5'9

Sexuality: bisexual

Elraz:

(No need for another drawing)

General info:

Gender: male, he/him pronouns

Age: human equivalent of mid forties

Race: incubus

Height: 8'4

Sexuality: also pan rights babey!!

Backstory:

Elraz came up to the surface to do demon-ly business, and disguised himself as an elf. He travelled around, doing pretty much whatever he wanted (within the law-ish). Finally, he stumbled upon a large temple, where he found Adney. Adney was a nun there at the time, and when she saw Elraz (or Evindal, in his elven form). For a few months, Adney would sneak out to talk to "Evindal" and slowly they grew fond of each other. Adney was debating whether or not to leave the temple and run away with "Evindal", and Elraz suddenly realized he had a much harder choice to face. Whether he should tell the truth, and undisguise himself, or remain hidden and leave her. After weeks of back and forth debating, weighing the pros and cons, and a lot of yelling at himself, he finally decided to tell Adney the truth. He was scared she woukd hate him, yell at him, report him to the authorities. Or, she would be frightened, and would run away. Neither of those happened. When he dropped his disguise, and revealed what he truly looked like, Adney just shrugged, chuckled softly, and said "i had a suspicion you werent an elf."

Cut to several months into their relationship, theyre dating, and Adney is trying (and succeeding) to hide it from the temple. At this point, Elraz has shown that hes just a huge softy, and Adney has shown that she wouldnt be afraid to shoot someone in the head as a warning. So whenever they, *cough cough* not gonna say it, but Adney is the one to make them take chances, go into different places, etc.

Eventually, the risk taken while, doin the nastey, doesnt pay off, and they get caught by one of the head nuns. Adney gets kicked out from the temple, and Elraz is threatened with banishment from that plain of existence. They both leave very quickly.

A few years later, Adney gives birth to their own little demon spawn, Yash. As he grows up, parts of his father's blood pokes through, as well as his mother's. As a child, his eyes are white with a red-orange iris, instead of the black he has later in life. His tusks are only barely there, and are easy to softly file down or hide by not smiling too big. The biggest thing that could tip someone off to his demonic heritage is his pupils, which are slits likes his father's. But unlike Elraz, Yash's pupils dont do the cat thing, and get super big when they see smthn they like.

As Yash gets older, Adney takes notice of his tendencies to lean towards strong negative emotions, like lashing out over small things (his eyes went black when he got extremely angry). So, she sent him to her old temple to work on becoming able to control his anger more. He grew up, and trained to be a padin.

Just before Yash got sent to the temple, Elraz received a visit from an unexpected, and unwanted visitor. A messenger from Hell came to tell Elraz that he was required to return. Elraz refused, and the messenger said that either, he would go by choice, or he would go by force. Elraz stayed. A week later, Elraz was gone. Dragged out of his home by Hell guards, while all Adney could do was sit and watch in horror as her husband was dragged out of her life. So far, neither Adney nor Yash had ever seen him again.

After Elraz had been taken away, Yash trained hard to become a worthy paladin. He didnt want to be bad, so he studied hard, and trained hard, harder than any of the other people working beside him. He still had time to play, though. Which led to an unfortunate accident. While playing, Yash and a little boy got into a play fight. The little boy wrestled like any child would, and Yash thought he was wrestling normally too but...Yash wrestled too hard and the little boy ended up dead on the ground, neck broken. Yash cried and pleaded. "I didnt mean to do it! I didnt mean to hurt you!" Eventually it got dark, and Yash ran home. He never told anyone. He had nightmares for weeks.

Yash trained for years to become a proper paladin. He was very close to achieving the goal he had set years prior. But, life happens, and something went wrong. Terribly wrong. The head nun who had previously caught Adney and Elraz, told another nun a hideous lie about Yash and Adney. Yash overheard the comment, and went into a rage. When the rage dissipated, and Yash could finally think straight, he realized what he had done. Most, if not all, of the people in the temple were dead, or severely injured. So he ran. He ran to Adney, and cried. He sobbed and told her everything he had done. Adney rubbed his head, and told him he needed to leave, and that she would help him pack. He left the city that night, and didnt return until years later.

Yash used to be soft, and gentle, but now hes a huge @$$hole and hes super sarcastic. He now has a bf named Jarren (air genasi), and theyre very pleased with life. Yash visits his mother every so often, and is working on finding a way to see his father. He lives with Jarren, and he and his bf's friend, Vlasial (drow). Theyre all bastards. The bastard trio. Vlasial and Yash "fight" a lot, but everyone gets along great.

Adney lives alone, and runs an herb shop that doubles as a weed dispensary. Adney is definitely a stoner, but she mainly uses it as a way to cope with her emotions. She hasnt dated or remarried since Elraz. She keeps in touch with Yash about the situation with finding Elraz in Hell.

Elraz is trapped in a prison cell, for falling in love with and having a child with a human, and then staying with them for years. He hasnt been out since he got locked in there years previous, but everyday he still holds onto the hope that Adney and/or Yash are trying to find him. He has tried escaping in the past, but that only resulted in torture.

Misc. doodles:

@musingsofa2yearold this is so long i apologize sdfhhsfhsf

[zeravmeta]

Ok so, my thoughts on the VR ending and VR overall as the 6th entry.

Also because most of my thoughts aren't...complimentary im editing the names so they dont appear in the general tag. This also got LONG so readmore.

The Good:

- A//i's character still managed to be the one thing that saves VR as a show for me. Even with all the weird...contradictory plot issues, A//i still manages to be a compelling character who brings up the question of the right to live. I actually do like how he made it so itd be an ultimatum that he loses in either way, even if the ending kinda ruins the weight behind the action (which I will get to in a bit).

The meh:

-the ending was left somewhat open to interpretation which for a show as...empty as this was works out but honestly it was so vague as to A//is fate is that it may as well not exist.

The Bad:

-The main conflict behind the entire show is...simulations. No joke. Every conflict in the show can be traced back to someone doing a simulation and deciding to lose it. Even if they gave the (rather stupid) explanation that AI experience simulations like actual life (which btw the first villain wasnt an AI so this reason doesnt work), the fact that Yu//sa//ku took a bullet for one of A//is robot bodies that he literally has millions of is...just stupid and there solely for the "uwu drama".

-They actually killed A//i off but wait hes actually alive, so like the final duel literally had no purpose aside from...drama??? The episode is called Compromise and yet A//i had to lose just to keep Yu//sa///kus win streak and theres no compromise whatsoever. Yu//sa//ku litetally destroys the CompromA.I.se card so its just, no comrpomise in any way.

-This....wasn't a happy ending??? I have no idea why both the show and the fanbase frame this as a happy ending bc think about it in context: A//i pretty much loses everything, so does Yu//sa//ku who just isolated himself from everyone else for 3 months in order to comb the network for whatever remnants of A//i exist.

- So many of the supporting characters are just...there. Like, there is no side/supporting character who actually has a character arc in this show. Lets go through the list: Ao//i is pretty much the same character as when she started and goes through 2 unnecessary costume changes for a character growth that isnt there because she has literally ONE victory against an opponent that was stated multiple times to be weak and faulty and have her lose and tortured multiple times for no reason whatsoever, G//o had this weird deterioration that may have lead to something but ultimately didn't, Ak//ira is pretty much the same, J//in has ALL HIS TRAUMA ERASED SO THERES THAT, literally the only side characters who have some sembalnce of an arc are Sho//ichi (the best one anyways) from his "betrayal" in S2, and E//ma with her reconciliation with her brother. Outside of that, nothing. Yu//sa//ku, Re//volv//er and Ho//mu//ra are pretty much the only characters with an arc and even then they're not too solid? Which brings me to-

- Yu//sa//ku has been so wildly ooc since the end of S1. Ive seen so many say that his enphasis on bonds and friendship are character growth but actually looking at the sequence of events he suddenly just like. changes completely around his first duel with Ea//rth. Plus, the message of "revenge is good" was always so weird? Like, he got his revenge so all his trauma is ok now and never brought up or explored again aside from within the first 20 episodes. Theres nothing about it after that and its never built upon. The whole point of a revenge arc is to show that its BAD and yet he starts preaching that revenge is wrong AFTER he successfully gets revenge??? And even then its not exactly a revenge as it is more lashing out since it was Ko//ga//mi who was behind it all. Yu//sa/ku was definitely at his strongest characterization in S1 where we see how badly the Lo//st Incid//ent hurt him but S1 had its own share of problems that led into S2 and so many random plot threads that never went anywhere (such as the Anot//her Incid//ents, the Cy//berse deck being irl despite that A//i didnt have a physical body before then, The Bl//ue Mai//den meetup that was repeated by Nao//ki like 10 times in S2 which seemed to be leading up to something but never did, and the fact that theres 4 recap episodes in S1 already spelled some early problems). So much of the supporting cast function to just say "he turned this whole situation around...with ONE card..." i kid you not watch back every Yu//sa//ku duel I GUARANTEE you'll see someone saying hes a great duelist and serve only that purpose. ALSO THE END OF THE SHOW IS JUST MORE DRAMA?? They make him suffer for no reason other than that they can??? What purpose does his suffering at the end serve aside from just "uwu...poor baby..."???

-Re//volv//er is not a good rival. At all. He's so incredibly bland because much like Yu//sa//ku he was at his strongest characterization in S1 where he actually had some solid motivation in continuing his fathers work and being unable to accept that his dad was evil, yet most of that just flies out the window with all the collateral he's willing to inflict with the K//O//H?? All his character amounts too post S1 is "yeah i told you robots are evil and YOU didnt believe me". The most we got of him growing out of this mindset was calling A//i by his name exactly one time and nothing ever again. Also the fact that in the end we see him and his crew working for S//O//L despite the fact that they were gonna turn themselves in for their crimes just. leaves a rotten taste in my mouth. hes not a good rival at all. All he proves to me is that a good design can get anyone to like a character.

- Ho//mu//ra is...there. I literally cant say anything about him because he absolutely has the strongest motivations of the three but then the show jumps through hoops to push him to the back of the other two. He also has a bunch of early victories I do feel are undeserved (ESPECIALLY the A//oi duel that one pissed me off so much). Also the fact that the show just made him Yu//sa//kus friend immediately whereas it took Sho//ichi several months to get Yu//sa//ku to warm up to him just had me :/.

-The speed duels were a cool concept but they just became these huge cheat fests? Seriously Play//Maker uses StAccess literally every speed duel to pull out a new monster from whatever plot holes the writers need to patch up. I am not kidding. You can go back to every single speed duel Yu//sa//ku was in and youll see this. Skills just werent a good mechanic because when a protag pulls a new card its supposed to be representative of some growth/characterization but he stays the same pretty much throughout the entire show up until S2 where he wildly just switches personality. Plus the fact that Que//en could literally use a skill whenever just shows that it was cheating???

- The villains were overall lackluster. Boh//man was the best because Re//volv//er is just flat whereas A//i struck me more as an anti hero. And again: simulations are the enemy. Light//ning ran one and decided to go ham. Kog//ami ran one and decided to go ham. A//i ran one and decided to go ham. The conflicts are all the same and it just makes things happen rather than following a consistent plot thread? I will say that Boh//mans characterization of a hive mind to become perfect does strike my tastes but thats more my personal preference in villains rather than any merit he has.

- This is a bit of a personal pet peeve but I've seen some of the praise to this show about being the "darkest Y//G//O to date so therefore its good" and im just...no? Edge does not make a good show and just because they lightly focused on the tragedy in Yu//sa//kus life (and it IS lightly because its barely touched upon after mid S1) most of the stuff that happens in this show is pretty tame in comparison? The most that happened here was an attempted global hack of everyones minds from S2 and destroying the internet in S1, with a few references to the torture that happened during the Lo//st incid//ent. To compare: the previous series had this huge interdimensional war that, even if they could reverse the carding of people (which makes Den//nis' attempted suicide even more tragic), ended with an entire dimensions full of brainwashed soldier children, a dimension with huge class inequality that was still being heavily worked upon since there were canonically slaves, and a dimension that was savaged by a genocide and total global destruction. Hell, the series before that had a huge war where the arc actually did focus on the tragedys the characters faced and held consequence (even if they pulled a dbz revive everyone at the end). And as far back into the very first series there were even more graphic depictions of war and death? Idk i feel like people are overplaying the edge here just to find a way to complement this show.

Overall:

I'm...genuinely dissappointed. VR really had so many strong starting points but it all just fell apart at execution. Really the only reason I even bothered to watch it as kong as I did was because Im a longtime fan of the series and wanted to give it a chance rather than jump on whatever love/hate train the show has. Its been rated poorly on the JP side and most of the approval is a vocal minority. Just to be clear: this isnt me bashing the show, my opinions are mine and you can agree or disagree to any capacity, and even if a show isnt well written you can still find a reason to enjoy it despite the flaws.

But if Im being perfectly honest? I do not like this show. It's rushed, choppy, has no consistent or clear plot threads, most of the genuinely interesting characters are wasted for the protagonist to look better and he never really does because he ALSO has an interesting idea behind him but it never goes anywhere. It started strong but ended so poorly. Id be angry but im more dissappointed because Ive watched this show from day 1 and wanted to see the good things it has rather than focus on the negatibes but. yeah. This show really had potential and yet it just fell flat.

[nie7027]

Super5 headcanons pt 2

Edit:    Part 1    Part 2     Part 3    Part 4   Part 5

Minegishi can only stare

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"What do you care?"

"Why are you here?"

"I was bored"

Shimazaki could be here to kill him for betraying him but Minegishi is too tired for this and there are dishes to wash.

In the time it takes him to do the dishes and calm down his plants, shimazaki falls asleep so he goes to the living to room to get a better look at the man

Shimazaki looks almost the same except maybe a bit thinner and with possible hollower eyes. The crooked nose is definitely new. A crooked nose?? Did he broke his nose at some point?? He is even wearing the same clothes as last time. His precious jacket ripped at the edges. Scorching marks and bullet holes here and there.

With a long sigh he takes out his phone, turns off the volume and opens the super3 chat(the too spicy for Seris innocent eyes). The messages start to come in rapidly

Minegishi: Shimazaki is back

Hatori: what

Hatori: what do you mean Shimazaki is back???

Shibata: how did he find us? Did he try to fight you?

Minegishi: i mean he is asleep on my couch. No, he just ate all of my cereal.

Shibata: what the fuck?

Hatori: what the fuck?

Minegishi what the fuck indeed

Shibata: did he say what he wants? Do you know why is he here?

Minegishi: He didnt talk and I dont know

Hatori: what do we do?

Minegishi:

Minegishi: i dont know.

Minesishi: i cant make any calls or else he could wake up and seri isnt logged in so can someone call him and tell him whats going so they can take the necessary precautions

Shibata: im on it

Shibata: hatori is freaking out in his room anyway. I think he is begginin to build a security system.

Minegishi: ...

Shibata: yeah yeah ill go calm him after i talk with Seri.

Minegishi stares at his phones and then at the man on his couch, he cant blame them. Shimazaki is a really dangerous person and they dont know what he is doing here. Minegishi just wanted to do the dishes, water his plants and go to sleep.

The super5 will never know but Shimazaki wasnt lying per se. He WAS bored.

After he ran away from the fight against seasoning city espers he hid here and there taking his sweet time at recovering and once he did(his nose still felt strange but he ignored it) he started to look at what to do.

He joined many criminal organizations, afterall a teletransporter was very valued in the underworld. But not matter how petty or big the crime was, he got bored. So he ended leaving all of them. he even left some in the middle of a important job, not caring whether his employers got caught or not( it was their fault for being stupid and not having a backup plan anyway)

After some months of this he realized he was bored of normal criminals. He was bored of normal persons with narrowed mindsets who conformed with just comitting stupid crimes. HE HAD BEEN PART OF A PLAN TO TAKE THE WORLD and now he was trafficking some drug?? Lame.

Most of all he missed the thrilling sensation of being surrounded with persons that could actually put a fight against him. So he searched for something alike to claw, an organization of espers.

His search turned out fruitless and he decided then he should return to where all started. Claw. It was time to pay a visit to his expartners.

It took him just a week to locate them. It would have took him just a day but he was finally having some fun and god he was gonna drag it all he could.

So here he was in a tiny empty apartment, the crazy amount of plants with a certain aura being the only indication that it belonged to Minegishi...WHERE THE HELL WAS HE? Oh well. He had been waiting for a year. He could wait a little more. In any case in his hurry to get here he forgot to eat and he could hear a fridge running.

Shimazaki, still on the sofa, wakes up the next day at the sound of a blender. He is being held in place, bounded by lots and lots of thick green vines and sturdy roots from which he easily frees himself. The moment he does so the noise at the kitchen stops and an annoyed minegishi steps out. Shimazaki can feel him tensing, preparing for an attack and that makes him smirk .

Until an alarm clock goes off that makes Minegishi mutter a curse

"If you are gonna do something do it now. I have better things to do and i have to go now"

"Better things to do?? What can possibly be better than this??"

"I have work so if you are gonna just stand there and smirk be my guest"

"Work?"

"Yeah, work. you know? That thing you do for a living and that contributes to society? Fuck it.You probably dont. Anyway i gotta go" Turning his back on shimazaki is probably the worst idea but he couldnt sleep at all, he is late and he hasnt had breakfast so if shimazaki wants to kill him he will gladly accept it.

He miraculously manages to exit his apartment and make it to his work. He only hopes theres an apartment to come back later.

Shimazaki can only stare increduously to where minegishis used to stand. 'Work'? 'Contribute to society'? THE FUCK WAS HE BABBLING ABOUT this was completely unexpected and he doesnt know what to do until he notices theres a smell coming from the kitchen where Minegishi left his untouched breakfast. Well he supposes he can muse how to proceed over breakfast.

Hatori isnt allowed to use his phone at work but he is too anxious to care and he has powers to do it without anybody noticing

Spicy3 chat

Hatori: how did it went?

Minegishi: ...well...i guess?? I am alive and my flat was still in one piece last time i saw it

Hatori: he didnt try anything?

Minegishi: he woke up when it was time for me to go...so i just kinda left

Shibata: you just left? He didnt try to stop you???

Minegishi: no

Minegishi:but i think...

Hatori: WHAT

Shibata:what

Minegishi: i think he is...tired.

Minegishi: I bound him while he was sleeping and he never woke up nlr stirred. He didnt notice.

Hatori: weird

Minegishi: i know. Worst of all i couldnt eat and i have 2 hours more left until my break.

Shibata: i can pass on my way to gym and sneak you something

Minegishi: thanks

Hatori: if you want you can hang in our apartment for the time being. We still need to know what he wants

Shibata: yeah, and if he shows up we can fight him together💪

Minegishi: if Seri asks, everything is under control

It takes a week for Shimazaki to finally show up. Meanwhile Minegishi has to use Hatoris and Shibatas washing machine to wash his work uniform daily(it can get very dirty when you work in a flower shop) because his other sets of uniform are back at his place trapped with Shimazaki. So is his money and he has to lend some from Hatoris and shibatas and ask his boss for an advencement in his payment. He hates Shimazaki more now.

They cant do anything but stare blankly when he suddenly shows up in the middle of the living room where they were eating pizza holding an empty box of cereal and says "Theres no more food back there and i want more of these but i cant see how they are called" while pointing at the box.

Sometimes its very easy to forget he is actually blind. Hatori weakly says the name of the branch of cereal he is holding and Shimazaki dissapears again before anybody can say anything.

"Did everybody saw what i just saw right??what the fuck? What the fuck?" shibata exclaims

"...my food"minegishi laments

Its not until an hour of wondering what was that and wracking their brain for an asnwer after that shimazaki returns, a brand new box of the cereal in his hands. He picks up a slice of the forgotten pizza and sits besides Shitaba.

"You didnt pay for that did you?" asks Shitaba

Shimazaki just turns around and stares st him with his hauntingly empty eyes "you too?"

"PAY? WORK? CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU"

"Weve changed"

"Yeah we have jobs and stuff, we help peopl"

"YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS! WHY ARE YOU EVEN WORKING?"

"TO NOT PARASITE ON OTHERS HARD WORK LIKE SOME PEOPLE IN HERE" finally explodes Minegishi

The man frowns and rapidly done with the conversation teleports away.

Minegishi finally returns to his place, his web of plants telling him Shimazaki isnt there anymore. Re stashing his fridge and cabinet is a pain in the ass.

Shimazakis plan had been to either find his expartners and form something alike to Claw with them or just antagonize them until he gets the fight he so much craves. None of that has happened because all of them had turned to a bunch of weakling pussies and he cant even find Serizawa.

He could still try to fight them but he bitterly realizes he wont get any satisfaction of beating them if they keep acting like that, restraining themselves and trying to be civil as if they werent the same persons that destroyed this very city a year ago. It would be like punching flowers!

The point was to get rid of his boredness and now he is just angry!

He needs them to drop the act.

Thats when a plan starts to form in his head and he smirks. He is going to show them what they are missing on.

Thats how he finds himself back in minegishis apartment.

"Im just saying you could probably grow tons of weed, good quality of course. And i take care of the transport i know a bunch of people-"

"Weed? Are you serious? Is this why you came back? To start a drug trafficking bussines?"

"Im just saying with my teletransporting abilities and yourplant thing we could save lots of money in transport and become richer than-"

"No"

"AREN YOU TIRED OF THIS? OF SHITTY CUSTOMERS GETTING YOU IN TROUBLE JUST BECAUSE THEY DONT KNOW RAINBOW ROSES DONT NATURALLY EXIST?"

"WHERE YOU SPYING ME AT WORK?"

"MAYBE SO"

"DONT DO IT AND STOP EATING ALL MY FOOD"

He then tries with shibata, approaching him during one of his morning running routines. Teletransporting every 2 meters at his side while he keeps running clearly ignoring him

"With your force, not that i need it, we could terrorize all the bussines of a whole prefecture and force them to pay for protection. We win, they win"

"Not interested"

"Why not?! It would be so easy"

"I dont want to"

"Could you stop running? This is important"

"No thanks"

"You arent even listening!"

"Good"

He finally tries with Hatori thinking he would be the easiest of them

"You hack the system and we force all those politicians to pay us to not release all their dirty secrets"

"I am busy"

"No you are not. You are playing mario kart. I can hear Yoshi"

"Ive changed"

"Have you? Really???" at this point Shimazaki raises an eyebrow, he is so done and he wont keeo with this bullshit "because everywhere i have been, and i have been everywhere, the interpol, cia, you name it HAS BEEN AFTER ME whereas you three can waltz into a store like nobodys bussiness. WE COMMITED THE SAME CRIME. WE DESTROYED THIS CITY so how come im the only one being persecuted? Huh? You think I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU DID"

Hatori pauses the game and glares at him. Good, he is finally getting a reaction.

" i did what had to be done and i wont let YOU of all people tell me-"

"Me? Of all people? You believe yourself so grand and high when you are nothing but THE SAME AS ME" immediately shimazaki feels hatoris aura flare. what must have been his console shifting and changing into something new. Whatever it is, he is sure he can block it.

"Really? You are gonna fight me? I want to see you-" a horrible sound like nothing he had ever heard before pierces his ears making him howl in pain and he teleports away.

After that accident shimazaki never mentions Hatoris dirty secret again but that doesnt stop him from keep trying to get them to commit felonies again.

He thinks he once "saw" Serizawa on the street but his aura was quickly eaten by the aura of the person by his side. He didnt stayed to find out and quickly teleported away.

And this goes like this for 3 months, his proposals becoming more and more desesperate until one day he just... gives up.

Shimazaki should have left or killed them months ago but for some reason he prefers to stay here. He wont admit it but hes having more fun living on their couches annoying them than what he would have had they accepted his proposals.

He takes special delight in annoying them when they had hard days. (Minegishi comes home covered in something stinky and almost strangles shimazaki with his own hands after he comments this wouldnt have happened if he had accepted to traffick weed in a yacht with him)

...besides he has noticed that now in both apartments there is always a box of his favourite cereal (hatori sweared it was the cereal what placated Shimazaki given how docile he was whenever he was seen eating it, shibata and minegishi just liked it)

The super3 cant believe it themselves but they have now gotten used to the constant presence of Shimazaki in their lives (which isnt surprising given they spent at least 3 years together).

Well constant is a way to put it because the man still has the habit of dissapearing 3-5 days every once in a while and reappearing like nothing happened

But they know this cant keep going like this and thats how minegishi finds himself texting the super3 chat one day he comes to an empty apartment

Minegishi: is shimazaki there?

Hatori: yeah, hes playing smash with shitaba

Minegishi: playing smash??

Hatori: its seems he learned the patron of my movements by observing me and now hes kicking Shitabas ass as princess peach

Minegishi: ?

Hatori: we told him he was playing bowser

Minegishi: whatever, tell him to bring his ass back. I need to go grocery shopping and i need his help

"Why would i help you grocery shopping?" says shimazaki suddenly to his right

At the same his phone sounds 2 times

Shibata: hatori said something to him and he just teleported

Shibata: is safe to assume he is with you?

Minegishi: yea, im taking charge from here

"Im teaching you to do grocery shopping"

"I dont need you to teach me shit"

" yes, you do if you want to keep eating that cereal you like and that you finished this morning"

Shimazaki raises his eyebrow, teleports and after 5 min returns with 5 boxes of the damn cereal in his arms

"There. Its done"

"DID YOU JUST ROBBED THEM? YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS"

"WHY NOT? ITS EASIER"

"THATS NOT THE POINT"Minegishi stops, breathes amd tries again "Shimazaki you cant keep doing this and i dont mean just the whole robbing, i mean i dotn know what you do when you dissapear for days but when you are here you just eat our food, wait for us to come home from work and then annoy us?"

"So? I can do whatever i want"

"Do you realize how pathethic it sounds?Is this really all you want to do? Do you even know what you want to do?"

Shimazaki doesnt wanna hear anymore of that and teleports

He ends teleporting to a random alley where he passes the night

The next days his mood isnt any better and he spends them sleeping, terrorizing random deliquents he finds in his way and kicking bags of trash until one day of the "bags" lets out a yelp.

Its shibata who finds him some days later during one of his running routines when he follows the sound of a hurt dog

Expecting to see a bunch of nasty kids terrorizing a poor animal he steps up to confront them only to find his missing "friend" glaring at poor dog and screaming "STOP COMPLAINING ITS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT MOVING I DIDNT EVEN KICK YOU THAT HARD"

He texts a quickl "Found him" to the group chat and marches up to him

"You shouldnt be kicking random things in the first place"

"Get lost"

" are you sure you didnt kick him hard? He is limping and we both know your kicks arent exactly soft"

"If i had wanted, a limp would be the least of its problems" still he makes a face as if he isnt sure

With a sigh Shibata carefully picks up the dog and motions to shimazaki "theres a vet nearby. You kicked him so you own him that at least. Dont worry ill pay" he doesnt wait for Shimazakis response and walks, relief overflowing him once he hears footsteps behind him

The consult is quick and the vet gleefully hands shimazaki "his" dog while she explains to shibata the treatment they should follow the next three months

Shimazaki...had never in his life pet a dog, much less carried one. His fur feels dirty and is tangled everywhere but the vet said it just needs a bath. It is warm and he can feel and hear his steady breaths. His mental eye allows him to perceive the flowing of his blood, the currents in his brain, the beating of his heart...all what makes a living being held in his arms. Things he has always perceived but never payed attention. The fact that the dog starts to lick his hands doesnt go unnoticed and he feels strangely calm. His grip tightening.

They are about to exit the clinic, shibata saying his last thanks when a woman and a girl enter. That very moment the dog starts to squirm in his embrace. And he doesnt know what to do

"Hey are you alright? I can hold it if you want" asks shibata noticing his turmoil

" yeah, its just the stupid dog WHO HAS FORGOTTEN HE CANT WALK"

The girls who shibata notices has red puffy narrows her eyes and yells "DONT CALL HIM STUPID YOU ARE THE STUPID" before turning to look at shimazaki, whatever she was going to say next is forgotten as she stares with wide eyes.

Both the moms and shimazakis replies are drowned by the girl scream of "UESAMA! MOM ITS HIM ITS MY DOG"

For some reason shimazaki feels his blood run cold and lifts up the dog even more when the girl comes clashing at his legs desesperately trying to grab her dog

Shibata who noticed shimazakis earlier expression cant believe what hes seeing (please god, please tell me he isnt gonna fight a girl over a dog) when the vet decides to come out to see what is happening

"Im sorry, my little girl believes those boys over there have Uesama"

"ITS HIM"

"Uesama?..." the vet stares some seconds in confusion before her eyes grow wider "Oh how didnt i notice it before! Im sorry sirs but it seems you have found this little girls dogs" the vets looks expectantly at shimazaki

Shimazaki who has been holding a very squirming dog and listening to the screams of a girls is starting to get very annoyed. The tempation to teleport away with the dog too big to ignore. Hes about to do it when he hears the dog crying again.

With a huff he hands it to the very thankful mother and exits the clinic as quickly as he can.

Shibata follows suit "I saw your face before they arrived. I can tell what you did"

"Shut up"

The walk home is strangely quiet but at least he is back.

The joke on the spicy chat is that the super 3 are dumb and believe they are protecting oh so pure Seri when in reality they just share dumb penis jokes while Seri is actually riding Reigens dick.

And yes as his last crime Hatori threatened with realeasing all the state secrets of all the goverments and provoking a worldwide crisis if they didnt allow them to try to live normal lives

I just noticed this is more of a fanfic than a list of headcanons now but meh. What i wanted to actually be part 2 is gonna be part 3? 4? I didnt even get to write the prank the super5 were gonna pull on shimazaki but now you have something to look up next time.

Im not that happy with how the second half turned out but maybe im just tired.

[baekhyuniebacon-blog]

Prisoner - part 1

Baekhyun x reader

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summary: Y/N works in a prison where Baekhyun comes to sit his 6 year imprisonment. He catches Y/N’s attention right away and it’s hard for her to keep herself away from him. Weird events make her avoid him but Baekhyun needs her help. He's the main suspect to a murder but swears he didn't do it. Will Y/N trust him and let her feelings take over?

warnings: violence, mentions of death and blood, cursing 

words: 1,5k 

Masterlist

You were scrubbing the floor of the old part of the prison. There were no prisoners yet, so it was easy to clean it. No staring, yelling or lame pick-up lines. The cells were nasty and had no privacy.; three walls made of concrete and one was just metal bars, so you could see everything they did in them. Two beds and a table were all the prisoners had and nothing else. Maybe two of their personal things that they were allowed to have. It looked hideous and gloomy, no one wanted to be here, and it was understandable. Some prisoners had fights and that’s why there was usually blood on the floors and walls. Of course, you were the one who had to clean them.

This was your second year working in the same place, so it was nothing new to even find people’s ears from the floors. It sounds bad, but this was a cruel prison the black hole were all the despicable criminals were brought. Everything was crazy, and no one was safe from the guards and especially from the prison warden. He controlled the prison with fear and most people feared him. Not everyone though, there were always those contrarians who didn’t believe a work he said.

You were the only woman and the only cleaner and no wonder why. You see, it was lucky for you to be even alive and well. There were many rumors that the previous workers had left after going crazy and some had died here.

“Hey sweetie” a voice said behind you. You got startled as you were so deep in your thoughts. You didn’t turn around, hoping he wouldn’t call you anymore. It was forbidden to talk to the prisoners. The curiosity almost took you over and you wanted to look who it was. You hadn’t noticed him earlier, therefore he must have been brought today. “Don’t you hear me?” he asked raising his voice and tried to get your attention. He called you many times which made you clean the floor faster.

You didn’t want to talk to any of the prisoners today. Sometimes you broke the rule and chatted with the nicest ones, if you were bored. You got in trouble from that but now you wanted to go home in time and it required you to not get in any kind of trouble.

While getting up from the floor you took the sponge and the bucket into your hands and started to walk away without glancing back at the man. “Hey, stop! I just want to talk” He shouted after you and hit the bars which made you wince at the loud noise. He didn’t sound angry rather desperate and you badly wanted to turn back. Luckily one of the guards turned to the hall. He had bed sheets and was taking them to the man. In your head you thanked him for that as the man went silent after noticing the guard.

Later that day your boss, the prison warden, called you to his office. It made you tense right away. He was everything else but nice and caring. If he wasn’t working in prison, you would think he’s a criminal himself. “You called me, sir” you said as you arrived at his office. After closing the door behind, you took a seat opposite to where he was sitting. The smell of coffee and the warm air went through you. I was nice to finally smell something else than just the men’s sweat and sewer that had been clogged for a month now.

“You might have noticed that we just got a new prisoner” He said while rubbing his beard and staring out of the window on your right. “He’s unpredictable and I don’t want him to escape. I suggest you keep yourself away from him. You’ve caused so much trouble and if he escapes, you are in charge of that. You do know what that means, don’t you?” he said turning to you. You nodded slowly “I get a death sentence”

“Exactly. You can leave now” He sighed and started to read his newspaper. You didn’t even get to the door when he stopped you. “Y/N”.“Yes?” You asked, carefully turning around to face him. He had a smirk on his face. “I know you should get out now, but your help is needed at the kitchen. It’s a soup day tomorrow and you need to chop the vegetables”. 

Well there went your free night. He always made you over work and there was nothing you could do about it. You just wanted to wipe that faux-smile off his face. He buried his face to the newspaper and you left the room. You groaned while tying back the apron you had just taken off in thought you were going home.

It was already night when you got the vegetables cut into pieces and you were able to go home. You changed your grey t-shirt, jeans and the white apron to a hoodie and leggings. The cells had no lights in them anymore, but you could see light peeking out from the old part and before you knew it your legs were going towards it. You tried to walk as quietly as you could. They wouldn’t wake up even if you marched down the hall with high heels, but you just wanted to be careful.

After checking that no one was near, you turned from the corner to the other hall. With light steps you got closer to the cell where the new prisoner would be. It felt terrifying to be there with the eerie silence. You were too curious to go back as everyone kept talking about the new guy.

You leaned against the wall that divided two cells. The man’s cell was on your right. Turning your head and getting closer to the cell you could see him. He sat on the edge of his bed while reading a book. His hair was pitch black and his orange prison clothes almost suited him too well. His expression was soft yet so cold. You looked at his lips and they looked sweet and- Wait why am I looking at his lips? You asked from yourself. You lifted your gaze back to his eyes just to find him staring back at you. Rapidly you pushed your back against the wall and cursed under your breath. You froze and felt embarrassed.

“No need to hide anymore. I already saw you” he sighed but sounded amused. You should have just walked out in the first place. As much as you wanted to run away and punch yourself you decided to turn to him. “You’re pretty good at pretending like I’m not here” he said and put down his book to look at you in the eyes. It made your heart beat faster in your chest and you could feel yourself blushing. The fact that he had gotten you red-handed staring at him, his lips particularly. “I’m used to it” You finally said and cleaned your throat. “Why wouldn’t you talk with me earlier?” he asked. “I’m not allowed to”.

“You’re talking to me now though” he said tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk lingering on his lips. “I don’t always obey the rules” You answered and crossed your arms. “Oh, but that’s not very good, isn’t it?”. He leaned his back to the wall behind him and kept looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and wanted to say something back until your eyes met the clock. It was already 1 am and your bus would leave in 5 minutes. “Shit” you cursed. “I have to go, see you tomorrow” you said out of habit without much thinking. “Sure sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere”. You saw his grin go wider and as much as you wanted to correct yourself you had to run to the bus. No way you were walking home.

Once you were back home instead of going to sleep you opened your laptop and tried to find the newest crime news. His face popped to your screen after scrolling through pages for a while. You clicked the link which revealed a clip of the news. “Today the assassin, also known as Baekhyun, that police have been tracking for months has finally been put in prison to fulfill his sentence of six years. As there are no eye witnesses nor enough proof of the people that he might have killed, his imprisonment isn’t that long- “. You cut off the video and shut your laptop. This was something you didn’t imagine him to be.

He killed people. He killed them for money. No matter who it was he would kill them. That thought made you shiver. You curled up in your bed, pulling the blanket on your chin. While staring at the wall, thousand thoughts went through your mind. What if that’s why he wants to talk with you. Are you his next victim?

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think about the part 1 of my prisoner Baekhyun series :) My first language isn’t English so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

[neoneversleeps]

la vie en rose | l.dh

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader (non!idol au + college au)

genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff

warnings: none

description: 

A little overwhelmed after a stressful week, Donghyuck sings you your favorite song in his honey sweet voice and finally, you find some peace.

words: ~2.5k

notes: Hello! I know I still have to upload the last chapter of “Of sleepovers and college talk” (and i promise I will!) buut inspiration struck at 12am a few nights ago and i just had to write this down,,i hope you enjoy !!

Donghyuck was beautiful. Painfully so. And especially when his eyes closed as his melodic voice filled the small bar and blessed the ears of all those who listened to it. This was his element, his thing. Sitting on a stool on top of the slightly elevated stage in the corner of the rustic mahogany floored interior of the bar located near the college campus. The warm yellow lighting illuminating his soft features almost as much as the sun did on a bright day… almost.

And on any other friday night, you would have been as captivated by your boyfriend's stunning beauty and soothing voice as you usually were. But tonight wasn't just any other friday night. As you sat on your barstool swirling around the untouched rum and coke you had ordered about half an hour ago, you couldn't bring yourself to look at your boyfriend, opting instead to focus your attention on the group of girls in the far booth who were obviously fawning over him instead.

You weren't jealous per say, actually, you weren't jealous at all. You knew Donghyuck was faithful to you and never gave his weekly admirers more than a polite smile, if even that. But something about the events of the day, no, scratch that, this whole past week, had you feeling slightly pissed off at the sight. You sighed in frustration as you slid from your stool, definitively abandoning your rum and coke and slipped out onto the street.

You were instantly hit with the harsh autumn wind and pulled your way too light jean jacket closer to your body, silently cursing at yourself for making this choice in attire. You sighed, this week nothing really seemed to go your way.

After a very chilly twenty minute walk you arrived at yours and Donghyuck's shared apartment, hastily turning the key and stepping inside. You sauntered through the hallway and into your now shared bedroom. Rummaging through a particular drawer you pulled out one of Hyuck's large hoodies. Discarding the jean jacket on the floor, you slipped the hoodie over your T-shirt and revelled in the instant warmth it brought you and also at the fact that it smelled distinctively like your boyfriend's favorite cologne.

You moved into the kitchen, stomach grumbling slightly at the lack of food. You open up the fridge, which is, to your dismay, pretty empty. You honestly shouldn't be surprised, with the busy (read: shitty) week you had, you hadn't had time for grocery shopping. And apparently neither had Donghyuck. But then, something caught your eye, down on the lowest shelf lay a still packeted slice of chocolate cake. You recall having bought it two days ago in the campus bakery to eat after your cafeteria lunch, but then remembering half way through your lunch that you had a paper that needed to be handed in that day that you *surprise, surprise* hadn't even started yet and bolted to the library, cutting your meal short. You ended up bringing the dessert back home and, fortunately for your now grumbling stomach, had placed it in the fridge, where it had been lying, forgotten, until now.

You took it out, grabbed a fork and tossed it onto the tiny little dining table. You poured yourself a glass of water and sat down in one of the dining chairs. You simply opened the plastic lid, not bothering to even place the slice of cake on an actual plate. Admittedly, it was a little squashed and also slightly falling apart at the edges from being tossed around too much in your bag. You couldn't bring yourself to care much as you plunged in to the chocolaty goodness.

Smooth criminal was playing incessantly inside you head, the same part over and over again like a broken record. You faintly recall Donghyuck blasting it throughout the apartment some time this week, which is why it must be stuck in your head right now. Funny how one's brain always brings up random song segments at the most oddest of times. It wasn't a bad song, in fact you very much enjoyed the song and many others by the “king of pop” aka Michael Jackson. You had always enjoyed his music, but since moving in with Donghyuck you heard it a lot more frequently and it became much more endearing with the image of your boyfriend singing along at the top of his lungs which you now associated with it.

Except, having "Annie, are you ok? Say, Annie are you ok? Are you ok, Annie?!" repeating without end in your mind did absolutely nothing to improve your overall sour mood. You felt so exhausted, having gone to bed at 4am the day before...and most days before that, but somehow you didn't feel tired. You figured your body had learnt how to survive on only four to five hours of sleep and your exhaustion was just emotional. Or maybe you were just so sleep deprived that you were past the point of even needing to sleep. Wait, did any of that make sense? You weren't sure. Your mind was too hazy to even form coherent thoughts.

You were sure of one thing though, you were definitely emotionally exhausted. This week had really taken a toll on you. You had so many last minute assignments and every news you received had been bad, not to mention the fact that you were very stressfully cramming for your upcoming midterms. College will be fun, they said. Oh, how they were wrong. Ok… so maybe you were being a tad bit dramatic, but after the week you had, you felt you were justified.

Your mind wandered to Donghyuck, and suddenly you felt a twinge of guilt mix together with your frustration, exhaustion and suckiness. Was suckiness even a word? Probably not, but it did feel like an appropriate term for the way you were feeling. Normally, you and Hyuck would walk home together after his singing sessions down at O'Connolly's, sometimes stopping at one of those cozy hole in the wall restaurants for dinner. But tonight you had been selfish and wanted nothing more than to just hide away in the safety of your apartment. Also, had you walked home with him or even eaten with him, it probably would have ended in a fight. You knew exactly how you were when you got frustrated. And you knew how easily you could get annoyed with Donghyuck's normally light hearted sass in this state.

As you sat there, still finishing your, well let's face it, mediocre at best chocolate cake, you heard keys jingling outside the front door and the lock slowly clicking as the door opened. You heard the rustling of clothing and two dull thumps, which were what you assumed to be your boyfriend taking off his coat and shoes. Footsteps padded closer until Donghyuck entered the small kitchen. "Hey"he greeted you, not even really glancing at you as he moved to grab cereal from one of the top kitchen drawers. It suddenly dawned on you that you actually did have some other form of food. Oh well, you thought to yourself, pouring a bowl of cereal sound like too much work anyway. "Hi" you finally replied back in greeting.

You observed your boyfriend grabbing the necessary ingredients for his “dinner”. He was dressed in black from head to toe, a black tee with a metallica print and black skinny jeans which highlighted his unfairly long and slender legs. There was a small chain around his hips instead of the usual belt and it sparkled slightly in the artificial light hanging above your far too small kitchen. The bowl clattered against the table as Donghyuck pulled out his chair and sat down, immediately spooning the contents into his mouth. The dark eyeliner around his eyes was slightly smudged and his dyed auburn hair still a bit windswept from his walk home. And for the second time that night you thought to yourself: Donghyuck was beautiful. Painfully so. Frustratingly so. How did he still manage to outshine everyone and anyone even in his slightly disheveled state? How did he pull off the completely black outfit so effortlessly? If you tried to pull it off you would probably end up looking like a wannabe emo kid.

The two of you sat there in relatively comfortable silence. Or was it uncomfortable? You honestly couldn't tell and didn't really care anyway. “So why’d you leave?” Donghyuck said after another spoonful of cereal. His voice wasn’t really accusatory, more confused than anything and maybe just a tiny bit hurt. You blinked slowly and it took some time to actually register and comprehend his words due to your mind’s hazy state. Then you simply shrugged and answered: “Wanted to go home...”. Your voice was a little slurred, despite not having any alcohol in your system, your exhaustion seemingly seeping into your voice as well. “Well, you missed a very funny scene. Mr. Kim decided to join me in my singing after his tenth whiskey and had to be kicked out” he said with a slight chuckle. “Bummer.” you replied flatly. You didn't mean for everything you said to come across in such a mean manner but you were just so tired. “Ok.” ,Donghyuck finally snapped as his spoon fell into his now empty bowl, “What is up with you? Are you angry at me? Did I do something wrong?” his voice went from angry to concerned as he seemed to bombard you with questions. “No, no, no, you didnt do anything” you answered, because it was true, Donghyuck had done nothing wrong.

You heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry...it’s just, everything's been a bit much lately.” Suddenly there was a lump forming in your throat and you looked at the kitchen tiles, your hair hiding  your eyes and the tears that were slowly threatening to spill there. You hated crying, especially in front of Donghyuck. You had gone the six months of your relationship without crying infront of him, and you weren't about to start now. “Did something happen?” his voice rang softly from across the table. You tried desperately to swallow down the sobs trying to climb up your throat, tried to organize your thoughts to be able to reply. But your body betrayed you as your shoulders shook and you audibly choked back a sob. It only took a few seconds for Donghyuck to appear in your line of vision, kneeling down next to your chair and cupping your face in his hand, concern visible on his features. That was all it took for you to finally break down.

Pathetic sobs wracked your body as your boyfriend lifted you off the chair and carried you to the living room couch. He sat down with you curled into a ball on his lap. His arms wrapped around you, fingers combing through your hair, whispering sweet nothings and occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You stayed there for God knows how long, simply being held in Donghyuck’s embrace, breathing in his scent and silently thanking the stars that you were blessed with a boyfriend so caring that you almost felt undeserving. After a while your crying died down to just a few sniffles and the living room was bathed in silence.

“Can you sing for me, please?” your voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper but you felt Donghyuck nod his head in response. “Hold me close and hold me fast…” the first line of his rendition of La vie en Rose, one of your favorite songs ever,  rang through the small space of your living room. You sighed contently and closed your eyes, letting the soothing voice of your boyfriend filter through your ears. There was something about him singing just for you that made you feel at ease.It also made you feel special, that he chose to sing for only you, an audience of one.

What you didn't know was that it also made Donghyuck feel special, his singing having this affect on you made him feel more sure of himself in his abilities. His heart soared whenever you would close your eyes and slightly sway to his melodious tunes, smile ever present on your face (you always thought Donghyuck closed his eyes too, but he actually kept them open just so he could see your expression). And when he was finished you would beam at him, your eyes filled to the brim with adoration that would make his heart clench painfully, aching because he just loved you so much.

Right now he couldn't see your face, but he was content with the way you snuggled closer to him and he could picture the way the corners of your mouth would tug up into a small smile, eyes closed as you listened. “Give your heart and soul to me… and life will always be… La Vie en Rose.”

The last verse rang through the room and it once again went silent, the space around you feeling almost empty due to the absence of Donghyuck’s singing. You slowly lifted your head so you could look at him. “Better?” he asked. “Yes.” you answered with a soft smile, eyes focused on the boy in front of you, the boy you loved so much it made your heart want to burst. “Good”, he paused, “Now I can finally shower.” He snickered at your offended expression. “Hey!” you hit him as he squirmed to get out from under you. He only laughed in response, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. After a few more swats at his arms and chest, and some tickling at his sides, you finally leant back and allowed him to get up from the couch.

You put your arm on the back of the couch and laid your head on it, observing how your boyfriend headed down the hallway in the direction of the bathroom before he abruptly turned on his heel and headed back your way.

You stared up at him standing in front of you, head tilted to the side in confusion. His voice was quiet as he spoke: “You really are feeling better now...right?”. His face wore a light pout and it made your heart do flips because how was this boy just so damn cute? You smiled as you tugged him down to your level, gently holding on to his shirt as you pressed your lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss. “I really am.” you answered. The pout was still there.“Promise?” Your repressed the squeal of joy at his adorableness as you replied: “I promise”. He finally smiled at that and you swore the room just got ten times brighter. He stood back up and happily made his way to the bathroom, this time shutting the door behind him.

You sat there for a while, lips still curled up in a sweet smile as you heard the faint sound of Donghyuck singing in the shower.

Donghyuck was beautiful, you thought, inside and out.