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you and college!sukuna see each other at a party
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Going to the same college as college!sukuna means you inevitably see each other at a couple of parties you both attend to. It doesnât happen that much, because you and him are both heavily set on sitting on your living room couch doing absolutely nothing the majority of the nights, and you try to ignore each other when you know youâre going to be in the same place out of the house. But when Sukuna manages to leave Yuuji at one of his classmatesâ houses for a sleepover, his friends get a whiff of the news and drag him out of the apartment.
He does put up a fight about it, because Sukuna being Sukuna, he hates parties; even more if he has to pay for a ticket before entering. The rancid smell of alcohol mixed with sweat makes him want to punch someone. Not to mention girls always try to get in his pants, and while in the past that would have stroked his ego, now he finds himself annoyed by it. The chicks seem to be copies of each other: really short dresses, really long batting lashes, really dragged out alcohol induced words and he really doesnât care about any of their tits pressed on his arm.
You, on the other hand, hate men who touch you on the dance floor. Your girls convince you to hit the club every time (âevery timeâ probably being less than 3 times in the whole year) because they say you will have âso much funâ, but your definition of fun isnât being groped by a guy you donât even think attends your college to begin with.
Today you find yourself searching for the bar after the last guy who tried to squeeze your ass almost got kicked in the balls by you. You plop down on a bar stool and absentmindedly order a drink (of course thereâs fruit in it), and while you wait for the barman to serve you, you take out your phone from your purse. You scroll on your socials, getting bored in 5 minutes, and while you softly tap on the counter with your freshly done nails you decide you had enough.
Message to: Worst roommate ever: is Yuuji home?
The message gets through but doesnât get read. You roll your eyes, thinking heâs probably busy doing absolutely nothing inside the apartment. You feel so jealous.
âCome on man, youâve been here like⌠two hours,â comes a male voice behind you. You donât bother turning around, resorting to sipping your drink before swirling the straw around. âJust take someone home and relax,â the boy continues. You scrunch your nose. Thatâs a disgusting thing to say.
âYou mean Iâve already been here two hours. Iâve had fucking enough. Iâm going home. Alone,â someone responds, biting rough voice getting closer to you. From the corner of your eye, you see someone slamming one of their elbows on the counter right next to you, and you scoot over away from them. You donât want to interact with anyone unless they taste like sweet fruit and theyâre called âpassion fruit mojitosâ.
âBut whyyy,â the first guy asks, trying to reason with his apparently leaving friend.
âBecause I got 10 pairs of tits shoved in my fucking face in the last 20 minutes,â the second one barks out, ordering a gin tonic when he spots the barman. Basic ass.
Suddenly, you receive a text.
Worst roommate ever: no. sleepin over at some kidâs
You sigh. Youâre sure youâd have more fun if Yuuji dragged you into one of his latest hobbies. Thatâs it, youâre still going home, even if youâll be bored to death either way. You turn around for a split second to leave a tip to the barman when you recognise the pink head next to you. Sukuna has his back turned to you, so he hasnât seen you yet. You try to sneakily go away, not wanting to interrupt the conversation heâs having with a man you think youâve seen him with on campus, when you tell yourself that if he really wants to go home you could go home together. At least youâre going to save the money you wouldâve given to the uber. You touch his shoulder to get his attention.
âHey-â
âGod wants this to be the day I sock a bitch to the ER,â you hear him grit out. His friend, you think heâs called Geto, winces. Then, still turned away, the tattooed man continues with âI donât fucking care about your pussy, get the fuck out.â
You slap him on the back of his head.
âIs this the same mouth you kiss your mother with?â You exclaim, feigning shock.
âWhat the fuck?â He whips his head around and you see how his expression turns from an annoyed one to a confused one. He rolls his eyes.
âYou know damn well my mother is dead,â he says. You see his friendâs eyes pop out of his sockets. This is not something you say to a stranger. âI almost broke your nose. Donât play with me,â your almost-roommate says, one side of his mouth lightly raised, as if heâs actually disgusted about seeing you here, completely facing you. Now itâs your turn to roll your eyes.
âYou should have. I wouldâve had a reason to kick you out,â you seethe.
âOh really? Then who wouldâve opened the door for your sorry ass the next time you forget your keys?â He tells you, his face getting closer to yours, menacingly. The friend he still has next to him watches the scene in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
âItâs not my fault theyâre never where I think I left them,â you mumble, frowning.
He smirks. âI shouldâve known it was you when youâre the only one up here with a yellow fruity drink. Pussy,â he says, louder, to make you hear every word above the music.
âFuck you and your basic gin tonic ass.â
He grins. âBaby, have some manners. We canât have you dirtying your criminal record with sex in public, can we?â He says, lightly caressing your cheek with his index finger. You swat his hand away, glaring at him the meanest way you can. Meanwhile, another guy you recognise as Satoru reaches the barstool. He greets you and gives Geto a questioning look, to which the other responds mouthing âWho is this girl?â. Satoru just shakes his head, giving you a knowing look.
You get back to looking over at your roommate. âWanna go home?â You ask him, features relaxing. You just want to go home, with or without him, and sleep until tomorrow.
He chuckles. âYouâre not helping your case if you say it like that.â
You shrug. âI guess thatâs a no,â you say, getting your purse and standing up, heels clicking toward the exit. When you donât hear him follow you you turn around, and he levels you with a bored look. âOh okay, so I guess you want the landlord to come knocking at your door tomorrow morning and say youâll have to pay full rent since I was brutally killed by some random dude this uneventful night, all because you didnât want to come home,â you almost scream, trying to get your words across the thumping of the bass, turning back around and resuming your walk. You already shot your friends a text saying youâll be going back with Sukuna, anyway.
âNo, wait- come on baby, donât be like that,â he whines, rushing up his stool and following you. He waves his friends goodbye with a flick of his wrist, and you shoot them a small smile when you pass by them. You and Sukuna continue bickering while getting out of the club. He tries to grab your head and fakes bashing it against the wall, and you push him away jokingly, smiling up at his badly concealed grin. He puts one hand in his jacketâs pocket, the other one grazing your small back to keep you from bumping into random drunk guys. You donât even seem to notice the gesture, and he doesnât seem to realise heâs doing it either. Suguru and Satoru are still watching you two, albeit a little dumbfounded.
âSo? Whoâs the one that got big captain whining?â Asks Suguru, drinking the gin tonic Sukuna left behind. Sukuna leaving a paid drink behind? After not touching a single girl since he came this night but leaving with you three minutes into a conversation? You must be something, for sure.
âSomeone he claims to be a pain in the ass,â answers Satoru, chuckling.
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everytime i read this series i feel like im entering the battlefield đŹđŽâđ¨my annotations below hehe âŹď¸
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
ur writing has such PERSONALITY in it, i swear to god when i read this in beta, i was so in awe
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
this parallels perfectly to the first chapter where topper called rafe when reader was leaving, so not only is this paragraph giving us an at-point breakdown, but it's referring evidence that topper would slip and tell rafe
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
their lives are so intertwined that reader doesn't know who to turn to when she needs independence đ oh curse rafe and his big dick
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
this specific paragraph i wanted to highlight because i thought it was so descriptive and imaginative, but simplistic in a way that didn't feel like it was purple prose.
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
the last line EATS BITCH IT EATS
 âYou should sit down.â
oh suck a dick
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
in love to hate omg
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
THIS IS SO COLD BUT IT SHOWED HOW THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO WELL, HOW INTERTWINED THEY ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you. You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
i would crashout
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
hm.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
they're so toxic and dynamic and i love them
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.â For the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
that stopped me cold i had to write something in my diary
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours. A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.  "Yeah? Get in line."
LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I'M LISTENING TO BAD OMENS BY 5SOS AND IT'S AT THE BEATS AND WHILE I READ THIS, IT FITTED PERFECTLY OHMYGOD
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
i wanted to highlight this specific paragraph because i adore the writing, something about it made me feel every single atom of the scene
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andââ âAnd what?â you interrupted. âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.â Your heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.â Rafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.â âYouâre not coming in." He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
HE DIDN'T EXPECT THAT SHIT NO NO
âYeah, I got someone.â
that's right baby tell em
đ â ugh, something about this part has been so dynamic, in the way it's constructed, the way it flows so naturally, the way the dialogues are so emotionally-charged but bounces off one another seamlessly. it was like i was watching a perfectly-curated film, where the dialogues were performed by seasoned actors. i love love their arguments. i love how intense it always gets, how they have this push-pull against each other, this hate-love, this line they can't even comprehend nor define. and i love how you written it so beautifully, that you communicate the intensity and depth of this relationship but aggression, tension, and hurt.
LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - FIVE
pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: mention of pregnancy; abortion; lack of self-care
Youâve had to make a lot of unfortunate decisions in your life.
Choosing a place for your entire family to rest for eternity, picking the caskets, the headstonesâit felt like deciding which curtains to buy for the house, except you were burying your entire close family.
After the crash, your parents were gone instantly, just like thatâno goodbyes, no warning, just there one moment and gone the next.
But your sister survived. Three days. You thought maybe that was a sign, sheâd live despite everything, and you wouldnât be left alone.
Two weeks later, the doctors told you it was time, but you couldnât accept it. You held her hand, begging her to stay, telling her every promise you could think of if she opened her eyes.
When the monitors finally went flat, you couldnât feel anything but desperation. Rafe had to pull you out of there, his arms locked around you while you kicked and screamed, sobbing and begging your sister not to go, not to leave you here.
You fought him with everything you had left, clawing, crying, pleading for just one more second. You were screaming so loud you didnât even recognize your voice. Everything good had been ripped away from your hands, there was nothing left of the world youâd known.
After that, you remember sitting in some stuffy funeral home office, skimming through catalogs and hardly seeing the pages through your tears. The caskets all looked the same, the types of wood made no difference to you, fabric linings, all of it felt so wrong.Â
None of it was a choice you should have to make.Â
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
You just picked something neutral and blank, something that didnât require thought or emotion because, by then, you had nothing left to give.Â
Now you were trapped again, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
Ruthieâno chance youâd involve her. Sheâd just see this as another fucked up piece of gossip she could hold over your head, another way to judge or control you. She was âfriendâ only in the loosest sense of the word.
Kelce was the last person youâd consider turning to for something this serious. He has always been there, but you never got close. He was too much of an instigator, always pushing Rafe to do reckless things heâd regret later, peer pressuring him in ways that made you wonder if he even knew what loyalty meant. He had this weird loyalty to Ruthie, defending her comments as if she was some misunderstood angel when really, she was just⌠mean.
So that left Sarah.Â
It felt weird, thinking of her as the person youâd call on for something so serious, she was the only one who felt⌠safe. She wouldnât judge, wouldnât pry, sheâd seen what the worst kind of family conflict could do, and sheâd keep this private, just for you.
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
You were pretty sure no one in this town would fully understand, theyâd just offer their "advice," as if they knew you, seen what youâd been through.Â
The truth was, they didnât know shit. They hadn't seen you holding your sisterâs hand, begging her to stay alive. They didnât know what it was like to bury everything that made you feel like a person, like you belonged somewhere, and have to get up the next day like nothing happened.
Nine days, you would be halfway across the country, and you needed someone. You pictured saying it out loud: âIâm pregnant", just those two words, to someoneâs face, you had no idea what to say next.
Maybe youâd tell them that it wasnât about wanting it gone out of spite or shame, but because you couldnât bring a child into a world where you felt this alone.
Earlier that morning, youâd stared down at your phone, thumb itching to click on Sarahâs name, like just pressing "call" could fix everything. You despised how needy it made you feelâreaching out, when youâd prided yourself on surviving alone.Â
You didnât have much time to ponder about it, because you were stuck at the beach cleanup.
Just like every other summer, another "social responsibility" event that your late fatherâs foundation insisted you smile through. Even back then, when they were alive, your summers were a carousel of charity galas, fundraisers, endless hours of small talk, and impeccably arranged seating charts.
The board members of the foundation probably thought it would âgroundâ youâremind you of your privilege, of your âresponsibilityâ to give back. As if a couple of hours and a few bags of garbage would somehow balance the scales. They never seemed to understand how much of it was all for show, this shallow idea that if you looked the part, no one would care to learn more.
But, still, youâd show up. You always did. Smile, make just enough small talk to appease the right people.Â
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
Kie, who was so genuinely invested in this whole âsave the planetâ thing it was almost enviable was there too with JJ, who was running around her as usual, wearing his âIâm just here for the rideâ expression but enjoying himself. The love between them made you miss having someone who cared in ways that werenât just calculated moves.
She waved at you from the shoreline, her eyes moving to the trash bag you were barely half-filling.
You werenât friends, but if Sarah liked her, you did too.
You offered a faint smile back, tired, because between all the shit youâd been thinking about, you'd forgotten to eat, to drink anything, and every time you leaned down to grab another crumpled plastic bottle or a bit of seaweed-laden garbage, you felt like your legs were about to give out on you.Â
Every now and then, she would throw a quick, appraising glance your way, like she was expecting you to miraculously become invested in the beachâs ecosystem.
You didnât have it in you to pretend this was enjoyable today. The âeffortlessâ philanthropy your family loved was a lifestyle youâd never bought into. It didnât matter how many smiling photos of you had ended up on some charityâs social mediaâyou knew youâd rather be anywhere else.
You had to take a break every few minutes, leaning against a pier post, trying to get yourself together as a few of the younger kids gave you wary glances. You could have leftâprobably should have.
You managed a tight-lipped smile, giving a thumbs-up that said, Just doing great over here, guys!
You were in a long t-shirt, which hung over your bikini and shorts, the fabric slightly oversized, to help hide what was still a small change in your body. Paranoia was your new best friend, always worrying that someone would notice something different, even if you didnât have a noticeable bump yet.
Bending down to grab another plastic bottle, you felt a stab of nausea hit you hard, rolling up from your stomach, thick and sour, but you ignored it. Not here. Not now.
You straightened up too fast, and your vision blurred slightly, that familiar sense of vertigo hitting you. You took a shallow breath, ignoring the burn at the back of your throat, your hands shaking slightly as you adjusted the bag slung over your shoulder.
One girl looked up at you with these wide eyes kids like to pull, âAre you okay?âÂ
You smiled, brushing it off as if you werenât about two seconds away from collapsing. âOf course. Just... need a second.âÂ
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
Just a few more bags of trash and youâd be able to get back to your car, maybe grab some water from the cooler in the trunk, sit down, and think about it.
This used to be easy, you got a weird kind of enjoyment from these cleanups, running around with your sister, making it a competition to see who could pick up the most trash, laughing until your stomachs hurt over stupid jokes about jellyfish and sunscreen. Back then, this was just one of a thousand little family traditions, one of those things that felt effortless.
Now, sweat dripped down the back of your neck, making your skin prickle uncomfortably.
Youâd long given up wiping it away, knowing that it would only come back thicker and hotter the next second. Every instinct told you to run off to the parking lot, and sit in the car with the AC blasting until your body remembered it didnât hate you.
Leaning down for one last bottle wedged in the sand, your legs wobbled and gave way beneath you. Just like that, your vision was spotty, as if someone had turned down the brightness on the entire beach, and you pitched forward.
Just as you felt yourself going down, a hand caught your arm, pulling you back up.
"Whoa, whoa, you okay?" A teenage boy, maybe sixteen, gripped your arm firmly, keeping you upright.
How much longer could they realistically expect you to go on, plastering on that sweet, dutiful smile? How much âgroundingâ could one person take?
You blinked, trying to clear the haze in your eyes, "Iâm fine. Just a little lightheaded, really, itâs fine,â you insisted, but then a shadow loomed beside you.Â
Your vision was so foggy that it took seconds for you to register it.
You looked up slowly, feeling a familiar drop in your stomach as you realized who it was.
The last time youâd been this close to him, the two of you had been screaming insults across the room, Lily having to physically step in. Sheâd forced him to leave before you two killed each other. It was a miracle you hadnât punched him then and there.
 âYou should sit down.â
It felt like a sidekick to your chest.
The sound of his voice was grinding on your nerves, and just like that you were stuck back in your dream, a real memory, leaning against him, his hand playing with a strand of your hair as he laughed at something youâd said, the two of you carefree under a golden sunset.Â
Except this was real.
Rafe was shirtless, with his board tucked under one arm, surf wax staining his fingers, and the sun glinting off his damp skin, like he was Godâs gift to the Outer Banks. His buzzed hair was dark and wet, droplets trailing down his temples and catching along his jawline. His cheeks were flushed, a little red from the heat.
You looked away, somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, refusing to let him see you in this fragile state.
âGo away. Iâm fine.â
But he didnât move.
Heâd been summoned from your absolute worst memories, catching you at your lowest when you least wanted his help. Typical.Â
âNo,â he refused firmly, with that stupid, stubborn look that made you want to throw something at his head. âIâve seen you almost fall three times now.â
âMaybe if you stopped looking at me like a creep, you wouldnât have to see me âalmost fall.â
âI wasnâtâ"
You grounded your teeth, âJust go back to surfing.â
Rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as if you were the one acting crazy. âYeah, 'cause you look perfectly stable right now.â
He'd always been a master of the passive-aggressive half-sneer, the art of making you feel like everyone else was imposing on his day, no matter the situation.
âDonât act like you care.â you snapped, voice carrying over the sand, earning a few glances from nearby kids.
He ran a hand over his face, looking around as if he didnât want to be there any more than you did, mouth pressed into a tight line. You wanted to scream that this was his fault too, that every choice heâd made led to you standing here alone, exhausted, and terrified.
âWater would help, yâknowâ, his tone just shy of patronizing âYou canât go around dehydrating yourself just to make a point.â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
Your fingers twitched with the urge to send him stumbling to the other side of the beach, you knew that any sudden movement would make you light-headed again, and the last thing you wanted was to give him more proof of your weakness.
The kidâstill standing there, eyes wide and darting between you bothâlooked like he was watching a reality TV show when Kiara appeared at your side.
âLetâs not do this here,â she begged under her breath, handing you a bottle of water sheâd brought over, a kindness you didnât want but couldnât reject. âJust sit down for a second, please?â
JJ followed, always with that air of easygoing nonchalance, but his eyes were serious as he glanced from you to Rafe.
âSheâs right. Just take a second, yeah?â He looked over at Rafe, âMaybe you should leave,â he said pointedly.
âMaybe you should mind your fuckinâ business Maybank.â
âLook, uh,â the kid stammered, knowing he could get caught in the crossfire. âIâll⌠Iâll go see if anyone needs help further down the beachâŚâ
You waved him off, your focus still locked on Rafe as the kid all but bolted away, you didnât want anyone to think they had to ârescueâ you.
You tried to take a step back, but the little strength you had in you disappeared as you felt your knees wobble.
"Jesus," you heard him groan, and then his hands were on your arms, board on the sand, holding you as you stumbled. "I told you to sit down."
You shook his hands off, "Donât tell me what to do.â
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
He let out an exasperated sigh while you took a sip from the water Kiara handed you, ignoring how your hands were still shaking around the bottle.Â
She spoke again, trying to be the voice of reason, "Weâre here to help the community, remember?"
JJ smirked, "Yeah, think the sea turtles are rooting for yâall to work out your issues somewhere else.â
You ignored his joke, keeping your eyes on Rafe, your pride and stubbornness refusing to let him win, âIâm fine.â
âYeah?â
He looked you over, his gaze fixed to your warm cheeks and the dewy sheen across your temple, âYou look real fine, donât you?â He didnât even try to cloak his sarcasm.
God, he could be so exasperating.
He couldnât understand. How could he even think he could look at you now and know anything about who you were? Standing there, with that stupid board and that look, like he couldnât imagine anything bothering him as much as this seemed to be bothering you.
As if he hadnât already ruined you in so many ways that felt impossible to get over.Â
âDonât you have something better to do?âÂ
âOh, believe me, I do,â he drawled, his eyes trailing from the waves back to you.Â
You were tired of this game, of fighting him every time he showed up only to leave you feeling even emptier than before.
Your fists clenched, and you opened your mouth to hurl something back, but the dizziness hit you again. Before you could compose yourself, Rafeâs arm wrapped around your waist, strong and frustratingly secure, holding you upright with an ease that made your skin crawl.
He had seen you at your weakest, had been there at the hospital after the accident, keeping you together when you were certain youâd break.Â
Yet, here you were, in a sick way, back in his arms, all broken apart.
âThatâs it. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
âI hate to say it, but heâs right,â JJ chimed in, hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
The world alone had all kinds of alarms going off in your brain. You fought back instinctively, your hands pushing at his chest, freeing your arm.Â
âI told you, Iâm fine.â
He let go, but he didnât back away.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
He was there. And you didnât want to be reminded of it, not in front of other people.Â
He meant the exhaustion and hunger pains youâd welcomed after your family was gone, embraced even, because it meant you wouldnât have to feel anything else.
Youâd wanted to disappear, and heâd been thereâdragging you back, forcing you to drink water and swallow bites of food, even when you pushed him away. Heâd seen you at your absolute lowest, where you didnât care if you made it through the day.Â
The thought of the hospital, tests, questions, you fought it, but your vision was already blurring.
You couldnât let him find out about the baby.Â
Your breathing felt tighter, each shallow breath only making the spinning worse, you could sense your body giving in to the exhaustion
âShit,â you heard him curse, sounding distant now like he was farther away.Â
You felt yourself sway as if the ground was opening beneath you, there was a ringing in your ears that made his voice sound muffled but you still felt his arms catching you again, holding you upright before you fell.
Waking up in a moving vehicle was like emerging from a nightmare, except somehow, this was worse, because you were no longer at the beach.Â
You blinked hard, desperate to wipe the fogginess in your eyes and when it did go away, you realized who was behind the wheel.Â
Rafe.Â
Your heart poundedâyour desperation to keep the baby a secret, how you almost passed out at the beach, and the fact that now he was most likely driving you to the hospital.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you practically screamed, your voice hoarse from the lack of water.
He didnât spare you a glance, âYou passed out, genius. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
Your whole body went rigid. âAre you insane?â
âMe?â He scoffed, as he kept his focus on the road. âYou practically ate sand back there. Youâre not fine.â
âTurn the car around. Iâll call my driver and be fine.â You huffed like he was too dumb to understand. âI donât need your help.â
He let out a dry laugh, still not looking at you.Â
âYeah. Youâre out of your mind if you think Iâm letting you out of this car right now.â
âRafe, Iâm not kidding,â you warned, louder this time. âStop. The. Car.â
He gave you a sideways glance, his grip on the wheel tightening.
âNot happening.â
Your heart hammered as you realized he wasnât going to back down, you were driven by sheer desperation.
âFine, then Iâll do it myself." you muttered, reaching for the door handle.Â
Anything to get out of this suffocating car before he dragged you all the way to the ER and they found out you were pregnantâwith his baby, no less.
His eyes widened, finally snapping from the road to your hand on the handle.
âAre you crazy? Get your hand off that, Iâm fuckin' serious.â
You yanked at it anyway, twisting the handle and pulling with spiteful defiance, and Rafeâs expression went from annoyed to full-on rage. He swerved the car to the side of the road, tires skidding as he slammed the brakes and practically threw the car into park.
Before he could even stop fully, you flung the door open and stumbled out, sandals sinking into the gravel as you stalked away.
You didnât get more than a few feet, he was already bolting after you.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â you muttered, digging your nails into your palms.Â
How the hell had it come to this? You were stuck here, pregnant with his child, and he played the reluctant hero like you needed him swooping in to save you.
Rafe reached you in two strides, his fingers were digging into his forehead, pointing at it with exasperation imprinted into every corner of his face.Â
âAre you out of your fuckin' mind?â He sounded like he was talking to some unruly child.
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you.
You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
What would he do if she was the one almost fainting? Would he still look like she was some colossal burden, or would he soften, maybe even smile as he fussed over her, acting like he wanted to help?
You hated yourself for caring at all.
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
There was no way heâd look at her like she was a mess, someone he just had to âdeal with.â He likely saw her as easy, perfect, all soft and sweet words, everything you werenât.
This wasnât who you wanted to be, and yet here you were, stumbling around half-dead and pregnant with his child.
âIâm sorry, am I bothering you?â You spat the words, watching his jaw clench tighter.Â
He exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.Â
âUnbelievable. Only you could take me trying to help and turn it into this.â
You were done. You were done with the memories, with the torment of seeing him be something better for someone else.Â
âHelp?â You laughed bitterly, the anger engulfing you so hard it felt as if it choking you. âYou think this is help? That I need you, of all people?â
He took a step back, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âI'm trying to help."
You hated how calm he was, how rational he sounded.
It was maddening when all you wanted was for him to get angry, to let that icy surface crack, to give you even a glimpse of something real, something that wasnât just irritation or sarcasm.
You wanted proof that he still was affected by you, that this was the same guy who used to be everything, whoâd promised you everything.
But you swallowed it down, straightening up, because there was no way in hell, youâd let him see even a hint of weakness.
âTrust me,â you shot back, âIâll be just fine without you.â
He raised an eyebrow, a bitter smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, âGet in the car.â
âNo,â you said, firm and unyielding, every inch of you screaming that you wouldnât let him decide anything for you ever again.
âFine. Have it your way.â
In one swift move, he reached out, his hands gripping your arms with enough pressure to pull you forward, lifting you clean off your feet. Your breath caught in a furious gasp as he practically dragged you back to the car, his fingers warm against your skin, like you were just a mild convenience.Â
âPut me down!âÂ
You struggled against his hold, jabbing at his chest with what little strength you could muster, but he didnât even flinch, didnât so much as hesitate.Â
âRafe, I swearââ
He opened the passenger door with one hand, keeping a firm grip on you with the other, before finally setting you downânot gentlyâonto the seat. Without meaning to, tears began falling as you struggled against his hands. You could feel them wetting your cheeks, your voice was breaking, jumping to distress as you tried to twist out of his hold, feeling so small under his unrelenting strength.
He almost knelt in front of you, reaching for the seat belt with one hand, while his other remained firmly on your shoulder, holding you still. You felt trapped, impresioned as you tried to turn in every direction, hands weakly pushing him back, but he caught them effortlessly.
âStop!â you meekly choked out, failing to shove him, the words coming out shameful.
You could feel your heart breaking all over again.
You hated that he was seeing you like this, how he dared to act like you needed himâit made your skin crawl. You hated that he could do this, like he had any right like youâd ever wanted him involved in this part of your life, let alone now.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
You glared up at him, practically shaking with rage as Rafe ignored your protests like you were nothing more than a child throwing a fit.Â
âGet your hands off me.â
His jaw tightened, ignoring the flailing punches and slaps grazing him, and you couldnât stop the sob that escaped, loud and ugly.
âIâm not letting you kill yourself out of spite.â
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.â
For the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours.Â
A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.Â
 "Yeah? Get in line."
Without another word, he pulled back, slamming the door shut, and walking around to the driverâs side.
You wiped at your cheeks, furious that heâd seen you like this, that he had the power to break you down. It was humiliating, sitting here in his car, every part of your body screaming to escape.Â
He got in, started the engine, neither of you spoke.
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
You bit back another wave of nausea. Weakness.
Youâd already shown him too much.Â
You didnât need a lecture from some doctor on how you âshouldâve taken better care of yourself", let alone with Rafe there, watching, scrutinizing, acting like this was his business when heâd made it clear long ago that it wasnât. He was in your space in the worst way, reopening all the wounds.
You were seething. He had no right to do this.
The thought made you want to drop deadâdoctor would walk in, casually drop the news about the baby, and you'd be left watching his reaction in real time.
You looked at the entrance to the ER. The vision of anyone running tests, of some well-meaning nurse, coming in and spilling everything about the baby in front of himâno way. You wouldnât let that happen.
He wasted no time getting out, moving around to your side, while you sat rigidly, staring straight ahead. His hand was already on the door, yanking it open, looking down at you like he was ready to drag you inside if he had to.
You werenât moving. You knew the second you stepped inside, it would be over.Â
âCâmon,â Rafe pressed, his hand outstretched, hovering there like he thought he could compel you to listen. âStop being so stubborn.â
You crossed your arms over your stomach, refusing to meet his eyes.
âIâm not going in.â
Rafe let out a sigh, nearing his limit, and knelt down to your level.
âLook, you passed out. Iâm not leaving until you get checked out.â
âYouâre gonna be here for a while then.â
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andââ
âAnd what?â you interrupted.
âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.â
Your heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.â
Rafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.â
âYouâre not coming in."
He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
Maybe he was seeing the protection youâd built up around yourself since he left, how there was no longer any crack left open for him to slip through.
âI donât need you. I donât want you in there.â
âFine.â His tone was clipped, restrained. âBut Iâll be right here.â
You slammed the door shut behind you, not letting him your legs still shaking. Youâd rather collapse face-first into the concrete than give him the satisfaction of listening to him.Â
âYeah, you do that,â you replied, turning and walking toward the entrance, refusing to look back.
Stepping inside, you felt a slight tremor run through youâpart relief, part panic. The lights were too bright, almost white. Your heart wobbled, replaying how heâd been such a fucking asshole to you.
Youâd forgotten how mean he could be, how easily he could go from angry to something so frigid it made you want to cry yourself to sleep.
âHi there,â The receptionist greeted, her eyes moving over you with a professional once-over, âWhat brings you in today?â
You forced a small smile, knowing she wouldnât buy it.
âJustâŚgot a little dehydrated, thatâs all.â
âOkayâŚletâs just get some basic information.â She clicked into her computer, her fingers poised over the keyboard. âName?â
You cleared your throat, rattling off your full name, she nodded, typing it in.
âHave you experienced any other symptoms besides dizziness?â
âNothing serious,â you replied, dismissively. âItâs just the heat, like I said. I just need some water and Iâll be good as new.â
This had to be a fucking nightmare you got sucked in, you could sense your blood pressure spike.
She tapped her screen and glanced back at you.
âAlright, Miss Thornton, it looks like weâll just need a few quick details here to get you all checked in. Can I start with your insurance provider?â
A chuckle almost slipped out of you. InsuranceâGod, you were fine with insurance. What you werenât okay with was everything else. You answered, âBlue Cross.â
She asked for your birthdate, which you gave on autopilot, hoping sheâd skip any weird or invasive questions. âAny allergies?â
You shook your head. Please, just let this be over.Â
âItâs really not a big deal,â You blurted out, giving her a thin smile and forcing calm into your voice. âI just need the IV. You know, standard stuff.â
âOf course, dear. Weâll get things started, it will include routine tests, like bloodwork, just to be safe.â
Bloodwork. Perfect. You were doing everything you could to keep from falling into that spiraling panic mode.Â
Please, just get me in, get me out, and donât find anything.
âJust head down to Room 12.â
All you could think was that you wanted this to be overâbefore the whole town, or worse, he, found out. It made you want to scream. He was the last person who should be outside.
This was his fault. Youâd never be here if he hadnât shown up.
The next hour passed in secondsâquestions, forms, an IV drip.
Theyâd done blood work, too, but youâd sighed in relief when theyâd told you the results wouldnât be ready immediately. As far as they knew, youâd just overdone it, and now, as you lay on a cot in a room that reeked of sick people, all theyâd prescribed was rest, hydration, and food.
When the nurse asked if anyone could pick you up, the thought of calling someone, asking them to see you like this, made you delirious. You didnât need anyone; you were perfectly fine on your own.
But you also didnât want Rafe and his delusional ass to barge through the doors.
The nurse moved around you awkwardly, eyes still expectant, as if you were just a button away from a reliable âsomeoneâ to come running.
You looked at her, controlling the compulsion to yell. Little people ever bothered to check on you, to show up for more than just the drama or gossip.
Out of them, only one face bounced around in your head.
âYeah, I got someone.â
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Death Wish 4
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Bucky Barnes
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â youâre desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
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You close the cupboard and nearly jump out of your skin as Adrienne stands on the other side of it. She stares at you soberly before she cracks a sheepish smile. You show your fright with a hand on your chest.Â
âAde,â you huff.Â
She laughs, âIâm sorry. Didnât mean to.âÂ
âNo problem,â you assure her. âWhatâs up?âÂ
Her nostrils flare and her smile dulls, âitâs been a week.âÂ
One week. Your fatherâs been away for a whole week. Heâs rarely been gone that long. His jobs are never more than a couple days. And you havenât heard from him, but thatâs not unusual or disappointing.Â
âHopefully it will be another,â Kitty says as she walks into the kitchen with a half-finished glass of water. âItâs calm around her. Isnât it?âÂ
You nod. A silence rises around the three of you. You think back to the one memory you have of a peaceful house. When it was the three of you and your mother.Â
âHe got that kidney stone,â Kitty says. âHad him in the hospital for days. Ma said it was barely the size of a bead.âÂ
âBest days of my life,â you agree.Â
âI donât remember,â Adrienne says.Â
As the youngest, she doesnât remember everything and you sometimes think thatâs better for her sanity. Even your memory is splotchy. There are fractures of noise and vision. Sometimes you only see, other times it replays like a record on a player and crawls through your ears.Â
âSo, Ade, why are you so concerned?â Kitty inquires.Â
Adrienne hesitates. She shrugs and looks away guiltily. Sheâs a bad liar. You all are despite the typical consequences.Â
âMitzi wanted to see a movie. Theyâre screening Breakfast at Tiffanyâs at the Golden Reel.âÂ
âAudrey?â Kitty preens. âMy favourite.âÂ
âYou can come. I was going to ask both of you but I thought if daddy came back--âÂ
âAnd weâre all gone...â you add. âYou two go. I can deal with him.âÂ
âThatâs not fair,â Kitty says.Â
âReally, go. I canât focus on a movie right now.â You insist. âHave some popcorn for me, alright?âÂ
âHe probably wonât be back,â Kitty argues.Â
You wave her off, âreally, itâs fine. You know I hate crowds. That theatre is tiny and itâll probably be packed on a Friday night.âÂ
âOkay, but Iâm bringing you back raisinettes. I know you love them.â Kitty insists.Â
âHave fun. Tell Mitzi I said hello,â you turn back to the cupboards and run your hands over the laminate. Â
Youâve been restless. You clean just to keep yourself busy. To keep from thinking. And when you lay down at night, youâre not kept awake by your usual dread. It isnât your father standing on your chest, itâs Barnes. In your dreams, he doesnât strut into the bakery, but into your house. And he sits at the table where your father would usually be and sits silently, waiting.Â
Thatâs why this calm unsettles you. Thereâs always a storm to come after the quiet. It will unfurl soon enough.Â
âHey, you okay?â Kittyâs gentle touch makes you wince.Â
âIâm good,â you assure her and nearly gag on your tongue. For a moment, it wasnât your voice, it was your motherâs. That same lie she told for so long. You both hesitate at the echo of your lifetimes. âReally,â you face her, âyou know Iâm dying to have this place to myself. When does that ever happen?âÂ
She stares at you then smiles. âYeah, enjoy it while it lasts.âÂ
She falters again. Itâs what youâre all thinking. You want to milk every bit of joy out of your fatherâs absence.
Kitty turns and grabs Adrienneâs hand, quickly redirecting from the threat of inevitability, âAde, what are you gonna wear?âÂ
You take out the flour and all the other ingredients you need. For once, you can afford to spare a bit extra. When you were really young, your mother made her own bread. That stopped shortly after she had Adrienne. She changed after that. She was exhausted with all three of you.Â
You measure out every part before you begin. Your precision has always tied you in knots. You find it hard to get anything done unless itâs entirely orderly. In a house full of chaos, that means often you donât get much done at all.Â
As you knead the dough, Kitty and Adrienneâs voices garble on the stairs. They stomp down to the first floor and call a goodbye to you through the doorway. You holler back but keep your hands working.Â
You get the loaf in the oven and clean up the mess. The empty house is eerie. You canât remember the last time you were all alone. Really alone. Ever, if at all.Â
You wash the bowls and the whisk and the roller. You put it all away, step-by-step, running through every single detail. The timer counts down, the small windable egg-shaped device your mother always had going for one way or another. Tick, tick, tick.Â
It goes off and you jump. For a moment, youâre back in your memories. Youâre a little girl at the table, watching your mother rush around the kitchen. Kittyâs beside you with a colouring book and Adrienneâs in her high chair.Â
Your mother limps from the fridge to stove. She doesnât let it deter her. She bends to take out the pan of food as the timer buzzes. Adrienne wails at the noise as you cover your ears. The smell of cigarette smoke singes in your nostrils.Â
You twist the timer so it goes silent as you return to the present. The scent of tobacco fades as the fresh baked bread wafts through the kitchen. You open the creaky oven door and use the stained oven mitts to take the pan out. Your mother always wanted a new stove. You assume she wanted a lot of things that she never got.Â
You put the pan down and shut off the oven. The doorbell pierces the air and you spin, your back hitting the counter. It wouldnât be your father; he wouldnât ring the door. He always comes in screaming, even in the middle of the night.Â
You put the oven mitts on the table as you pass and step out into the hall. You near the door, a shadow on the other side of the marbled glass. Itâs a man. Your heartbeat spikes. Your father is a criminal and a strange man knocking at your door could be dangerous.Â
Is death so bad when living is terrifying?Â
You open the door. A wash of deja vu flows over you. It isnât a strange man, itâs Steve Rogers. Again. That doesnât ease your worries.Â
âYou. Come.â He orders you.Â
You hold your breath. That is unusual. Your fatherâs associates come and go, most times they barely acknowledge you, theyâre just there to talk shit with him or drag him off on some caper. This is different. Different is dangerous.Â
âYeah, you,â he snaps his fingers. âLook, I donât got all day. Letâs go.âÂ
You look down. âMy shoes...âÂ
âGet âem,â he sighs and crosses his arms.Â
You step back and leave the door open. You step into a pair of scuffed flats and turn back to him. You donât even grab your keys as you step outside. Youâre shaking.Â
âIs it my father?â You ask.Â
âNo questions.â He snarls as he turns and marches down the narrow walkway.Â
You follow him at a bouncing pace, struggling to keep up with him. He leads you to the car and opens the back door. Itâs then that you notice the woman in his front seat. Her eyes are skittish as she peers back out at you.Â
âGet in,â he opens the door. âAnd be quiet.âÂ
You put your head down and obey. The look on that womanâs face is enough to keep you in line. Besides, your father prepared you well. Thereâs an order to things and youâre at the very bottom. So keep your mouth shut and do what youâre told.Â
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celebrating rafe's birthday â๨ŕ§ËâĄË ࣪
"Daddy gonna like this?" You ask, sitting on the counter with your legs dangling back and forth while Sofia makes the last touches on Rafe's birthday cake.
"I'm sure he will." She smiles, sticking the last candle into place. "You wanna go wake him up, sweetie?"
You jump off the counter without a second thought, rushing to the bedroom, hearing Sofia chuckle as you go.
As you reach your guys shared bedroom you jump onto the bed, crawling to lay on top of Rafe who's sleeping on his stomach, his head comfortably resting on his pillow.
He stirs a little when he feels your weight pressing him more into the mattress, groaning sleepily.
"Happy birthday daddy!" You giggle, repeatedly kissing his cheek to wake him up. "C'moooon gotta get up."
"I'm up...I'm up." He mumbles into his pillow and you roll off him to lay by his side, waiting for him to sit up. Rafe squints an eye open, jolting slightly when you're right in his face, grinning at him widely.
When he finally does get up he scoops you into his arms before you could escape. Sofia quickly lights the candles on the cake as she hears your playful banter approach the kitchen.
Her smile grows when Rafe enters the kitchen with you thrown over his shoulder while you laugh, meeting him halfway to kiss him. "Happy birthday, babe."
"Thanks..." He smirks, not really used to getting this much attention on his birthday in general. He turns his gaze to the table, seeing the decoration and the probably self baked cake. "Y'know you didn't-"
"Shut up and blow out the candles, idiot." She interrupts him, stepping aside.
Rafe carefully sets you back down on the ground before going to blow out the candles in one go. You and Sofia cheer for him and he reaches out to pull you both closer for a hug, kissing the top of your heads. "You both are the best gift I ever had."
"Daddy! You have to open the presents!" You say, squirming out of his hold to grab one of the bags, holding it to him. "This from me and mama."
He smiles and takes it from your hands, sitting down on a chair to place it on his lap, reaching into it he pulls out a new polo shirt, a custom made keychain that has a picture of the three of you on it, and two drawings.
"This is amazing, thank you..." He says genuinely, he's really grateful for you both, that you actually take the time to get him something even though other people would say it's the bare minimum but for Rafe its more than enough.
"Can we eats the cake now?" You ask excitedly, knowing how amazing Sofia's baking skills are.
"Yea, of course, baby." Rafe smiles at you, grabbing the knife to cut three pieces, waiting as Sofia gets the plates.
Soon enough he places a plate in front of you, chuckling when you instantly dig in.
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Let Me Hear You Say
The three times that Minghao resists confessing, and the one time it accidentally slips.
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption and being drunk.
This is part of the Three Times series. This one is inspired by this reaction.
One
âIâm here!â You bust into Minghaoâs studio, tossing bags, a coat, and half a dozen other things down in a chaotic mess. âTraffic was terrible,â you moan, collapsing onto the small couch in the corner.Â
Minghao looks unimpressed with your dramatics as he peers over his canvas at you. âYou sure do know how to make an entrance,â he muses. âWhat kind of trail of destruction did you leave on the way here?â
âJust a few things knocked over, I donât think anything broke this time.â Some might think youâre joking, but Minghao knows youâre serious. Youâre a bull in a china shop on a good day, and an F-5 tornado on a bad day. He secretly thinks of these comparisons affectionately. âWhat are you working on?âÂ
âI donât know, to be honest. I had some colors in mind and I just went with it,â he mumbles, stepping back to see what heâs done. You join him glancing over the canvas. You give him a wide smile.Â
âI like that shade of blue.âÂ
âSo predictable,â he chuckles. âMake yourself useful and mix me some more of it then. And donât waste paint.â
âNo promises!â You exclaim, taking his palette from him and going to the work bench that holds all of his paint collection. When you hand the palette back to him a couple minutes later, he examines the color closely. Itâs so, so close that itâs nearly imperceptible. Bull in a china shop that you are, combined with the skills in some arts that you lack, heâs kind of proud of you that youâre willing to stand still and focus long enough to get so close. He doesnât have the heart to correct you. He never does when he can tell youâre really trying.Â
But youâre pouting anyway, glancing between the palette and the canvas. âIt needs more white.â He holds the palette above your head when you reach for it.Â
âNo, itâs fine. I told you not to waste paint. Itâs so close I barely noticed.âÂ
You smile, though it doesnât quite reach your eyes. âYouâre just saying that. Itâs obviously too dark. Give it here. Iâll add a little more white.âÂ
âNo.â Minghao is already dipping the brush in the color you mixed. âI like this one better anyway. Donât forget the ratio you used. I want you to write it down.âÂ
âOkay,â you sing, grabbing a pen and paper from his work bench. Once youâre done, it goes it the collection of Y/Nâs Colors, a special little spot in the corner stacked high with little scraps of paper. He wonders if you notice how often those colors reappear in his works. Probably not, which is just as well.
Two
Itâs Minghaoâs day off and you drag him to the art gallery. You say thereâs a new collection that youâre interested in seeing. It surprises him, because itâs usually him thatâs dragging you to places like this. Itâs usually too quiet and not exciting enough for you, and you bounce on your feet, trailing behind him until heâs ready to go.Â
This time, youâre many paces ahead of him on the sidewalk, turning excitedly to get him to hurry up. âSince when do you rush for something like this?â Minghao asks, watching you bounce up the stairs to the entrance.Â
âYouâll see.â Your eyes are a little wild. You grab his hand and start tugging him like heâs not moving fast enough. Usually you both would start at the beginning and slowly make your way through the room, but youâre tugging him somewhere in the middle. You come to an abrupt stop and he nearly bumps into you. âThis is the one I wanted to show you.â
You point to a photograph. Itâs black and white and a little out of focus, but thatâs the entire point. He recognizes the style and doesnât really need to look at the little placard underneath the photo. âYou didnât tell me you submitted something,â he admonished, admiring your work.Â
You sort of squeal and shake his arm. âI didnât think theyâd accept it. I found out yesterday,â you talk fast. Itâs only because heâs known you for a while that he can keep up with your motor mouth. âI guess someone had to pull out last minute and mine was a back up. Itâs small, but isnât it cool?â
âIt is,â Minghao says genuinely. âThis is great, Y/N. Iâm proud of you.â He pushes you towards the photo. âCome on. Pose for a picture.âÂ
âOh, no Minghao. You know I prefer to be behind the camera,â you whine, resisting his shove.Â
âI wonât post it. Itâs just for me,â he promises. You sigh, standing next to your piece. He snaps a quick photo before you decide to bolt. He lied a little. He didnât post it on social media, not even his private accounts. But he did get it printed and framed for his studio. He hangs it up high so you wonât be able to reach it and get rid of it easily if you ever notice it.Â
Three
Woozi whistles when he flips through the pages. Minghao spins in the chair, waiting for a response. Itâs not too often that he presents lyrics for the groupâs use. Heâs better at other forms of media, primarily visual aspects. Still, sometimes he tries his hand at it and gives it to Woozi to do with it what he will.Â
âI could use some of this,â Woozi finally says. âIâll credit you if I do.â
âDonât bother,â Minghao waves off. âYou know thatâs not whatâs important to me.â
âI know,â Woozi chuckles. âYou make it pretty obvious whatâs important to you.â
Minghao raises an eyebrow. âYeah, my focus is performance and choreography.â
âI know that,â Woozi rolls his eyes. âI meant, itâs obvious who all of these are about. You should really do something about that.â
âIâm not sure what youâre talking about,â Minghao says shortly. âTheyâre just lyrics. They arenât that serious.â
Woozi hums, though he looks a little bit entertained. âDenial is a really strong start, but not very convincing though. Whatâs so wrong with just telling her?â
âTell her what? Sheâs just a friend.âÂ
Another eye roll, and Woozi goes back to his computer. âFine, have it your way. You can deny that, I guess, but you canât deny the writing credits youâll get.â
Minghao leaves the studio before he can be roped back into that conversation.Â
Four
Later that night, he agrees to go out with some of the members for drinks. Heâs distracted and keeps taking whatever is handed to him, drinking faster than he normally would. Heâs busy replaying the conversation with Woozi in his head. Heâs never said it out loud, never admitted it, and no one has ever called it out so blatantly either. Heâd always preferred it that way, maybe because then it doesnât feel real and he can shove it to the back of his head to deal with later, or never. Something about Wooziâs direct comments make it hard to ignore, makes it feel real and itâs a little suffocating.Â
Heâs nearly asleep at the table when he loses the grip on his glass. His eyes snap open, scrambling for it, but itâs not that itâs slipped. Rather, a hand his tugging it away. He recognizes the hand because heâs watched it mix paint for him more than a few times. He releases the glass and puts his head in his hand, rubbing away the headache thatâs formed somewhere between his eyebrows.Â
You rub his back, voice teasing. âHaving fun?âÂ
âLoads,â he mumbles. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you had to work.â
âI did. Iâm already off. Jun called and said you might need a ride home,â you say lightly. Minghao checks his watch and groans at the time. Heâs lost hours dozing at the table, it seems. You laugh, patting his back. âCome on, you can crash at my place. Itâs closer.â
He lets you throw his arm around your shoulder once heâs standing and he hopes it doesnât look like youâre carrying him, though you kind of are. You help him into the car and even buckle his seat belt. If he were sober, heâd never let you do that, but heâs a little overwhelmed by how nice you smell when you lean in close. He must doze off during the drive, because he wakes up to the smell of your perfume again as youâre leaning over him to unbuckle him.Â
Inside your apartment, you help him out of his shoes and help him lie down on the couch. âFeel like youâre going to be sick?â He shakes his head and prays it will stay that way. âOkay, be right back.â In what feels like both a spilt second and a hundred years, you reappear with a bottle of water and a few aspirin. âTake these, get a head start.â He does as you say and then curls up into the pillow. A fluffy blanket comes over him.Â
âThanks. Love you.â
You laugh and the sound makes the corner of his lips turn up. âI think thatâs the first time youâve ever said that. Who knew youâd be such a sweet drunk?â
âJust to you,â Minghao mumbles.Â
âAww, am I special?â You chuckle, brushing back his hair.Â
He hums in agreement. âYep. Love you. In love with you.â
You guffaw, standing up. âOkay, honey. Get some rest.â Heâs pretty sure heâs asleep before you even turn the lights off.Â
He wakes up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Itâs strong, mostly because when he opens his eyes youâre waving the mug under his nose. He rears back, groaning at the sudden movement because his head is pounding. You laugh, placing the mug in his hands. âAspirin is on the table. Take some more. Breakfast is coming up.â
Later, in between bites, you ask, âSo did you have fun last night?â
âI donât know,â Minghao mumbles. âDonât remember much to be honest. I didnât do anything stupid, did I?â
âIt depends,â you smile, taking another bite. âDoes confessing your love for me count as stupid?â
Minghao chokes on his coffee, nearly spraying it across the table. âI did what?â
âYeah,â you say casually. âI donât know if it was the alcohol talking, but you said âlove youâ twice, and then âin love with youâ once. It was very sweet. Youâre very sweet, even if you didnât mean it.â
Minghaoâs silent for a long time and you let him be, probably thinking he needs a minute to collect himself from the embarrassment. But youâve got it all wrong. He kind of wishes he had the liquid courage he did last night. He canât really look at you when he says, âI meant it.â
You stare at him for a few long seconds before finally smiling. âGood.â Youâre up on your feet and he never knows how you have so much energy, but youâre bounding around the table and cupping his face, pressing the smallest peck to his lips.Â
Heâs momentarily stunned before heâs pushing you back. âOh, come on, Y/N. I havenât even brushed my teeth yet.â
âI have a brand new one under the sink. You better hurry.â He does, jumping up to run to the bathroom. He can hear your laugh echo down the hallway and thinks this will probably the first and last time heâll ever be relieved to have gotten drunk the night before.Â
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More Between Us.
Youâve always been just friends, but they canât ignore how their heart races whenever youâre near.
FEAT. Isagi, Bachira
NOTES. probably my most tooth-rotting post yet! annnd I totally forgot I had this in my drafts Bring this duo back to me though pleasj
ISAGI is easygoing, and mild-mannered by nature (though perhaps his rivals disagree on that). Itâs literally harder to not be friends with him. Your relationship was equally good, nothing particularly special and not abysmal. The type of friends who might talk on the way to class if you spot each other, but never go out of their way to do so either.
If asked, you wouldnât even say best friends; heâs too busy with his teammates, and you have your own friend group.
See, Isagi enjoys thinking about stuff in a logical sense, using reason and evidence to support his âtheoryâ. Both in real life and in football.
So before he even comes to the conclusion of a crush, firstly, thereâs the small details he picks up about you.
Your eyes shift colour slightly if the sun hits them right. But, he reckons that happens with everyoneâs eyes. Your eyes crinkle upwards when you smile, and maybe even dimples form on your cheeks as you do so. He likes seeing people smile, and yours is⌠in a way, cuter than anyone elseâs? If he had to rank smiles, heâd put yours near the top. All hypothetical, obviously!
Heâs always been observant, even as a kid, so Isagi figured he was just feeling a little more insightful as of late but it doesnât stop there.
Suddenly, Isagi finds himself unconsciously lingering in places he knows you'll be. He tells himself it's just coincidence, but deep down, he has a feeling that heâs seeking you out more often.
Practicing with his team becomes a lot more strategic, with him making sure he's near your usual route home (not in a stalker way, at least, he hopes not), and just on time so that he can âbump into youâ and walk together.
And he lives in the complete opposite direction, so, while you donât mind his presence, you find it a little odd.
Isagi begins to remember every little thing you mention, even the small stuff, like your favorite snack or the song you've been listening to on repeat. Next thing you know, heâs casually surprising you with them, acting like itâs no big deal but loves it when you get visibly excited about it.
He fumbles with his words a little more around you now, overthinking simple things that never used to bother him. Itâs not like heâs shy (actually one of the best communicators out of everyone), he just doesnât want to mess up or make you think heâs weird!
If he says something that could be interpreted as mildly creepy, heâs actually the first one to call it out and apologise over and over again. Beats himself up about it at home, even if you thought it was mildly funny that he knew what you were doing last week Tuesday at around 5:06PMâŚ
When his teammates joke about him having a crush, he laughs it off, but thereâs always a little pink in his cheeks that he hopes you donât notice.
He'll start texting you first more often, just to share something funny or ask for your opinion on something trivial. Itâs an excuse, really, just to have another reason to talk to you.
Also catches himself smiling whenever he sees a notification from you pop up on his phone, and his heart does a little flip when he reads your replies, no matter how mundane they are. Literally a âhey, Iâm bored. Wanna hang outâ is enough for him to lose sleep over it.
When you two do eventually go to said hang out, he pays extra attention to you: whether it's making sure youâre comfortable, or that youâve got enough to eat, heâs always subtly looking out for you.
Despite all these signs, Isagi convinces himself itâs better this way â giving you small hints for you to understand rather than straight-up confessing. If you notice them and accept, great! If you notice and donât accept, thatâs fine too, he hopes you can remain friends though!
If youâre completely oblivious, well⌠heâll muster up the courage to say it outright.
You and BACHIRA are like two peas in a pod together! Where thereâs one, the otherâs probably lurking nearby somewhere. Every second of every day seems to be spent with each other (and to anybody with common sense, you two already look like youâre dating).
When the crush starts, he thinks about you more than he already did, if that were even possible. Every little thing you do seems to make his heart race, but he sorta brushes it off as just excitement from being with his best friend.
Kind of a trickier situation than Isagiâs one this way though, because now youâre so close, Bachira doesnât even feel that different about you. He might not even realise itâs romantic until his mother points it out in the midst of another one of his rambling sessions. About you, that is.
I wonât sugarcoat it; heâs nervous if anything. Youâre one of the few friends he has and genuinely seem to care and like about him and if he ruins your friendship over his feelings, heâd be devastated.
But heâs back to his usual self and gains a little confidence after some encouragement from others!
Bachiraâs clinginess ramps up a notch, but itâs so typical of him that you might not even notice. Heâs constantly draping an arm around you, leaning on you, or just being in your personal space as much as possible.
Willing to share anything and everything with you. For example, if itâs snacks heâs got, heâs always picking out the best pieces just for you and handing them over with a cute smile.
Bachira finds himself staring at you a lot more now. Sometimes youâll catch him and heâll just laugh it off with a playful comment, but on the inside, his mind is racing with thoughts he canât quite put into words.
When you talk, he listens with full attention, his usual playful demeanor softening into something more tender. He hangs onto your every word like itâs the most important thing heâs ever heard â and you could literally be talking about a bug you saw on the sidewalk this morning.
If you ever need anything, Bachiraâs the first one to jump in and help, no questions asked. Heâd go out of his way just to make you smile, even if it means a truckload of extra effort on his part.
Sometimes, he hints at deeper feelings in his usual roundabout way â in little jokes that might just have a hint of truth behind them. But he always plays it off as just that, a joke.
If youâre feeling down, heâs the first to notice, offering comfort in the form of goofy antics or just sitting with you in silence if thatâs what you want.
If you ever confront him directly and ask if he feels something more than just being friends, Bachira might just spill everything in a rush of words; unable to keep his feelings hidden any longer. But until then, heâs content simply being by your side, even if it means he isnât being entirely honest to himself.
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Meddling Meet Cute
â¨Pairingâ¨: Terry Richmondxblack!singlemom!reader
SummaryđŞ: Your daughterâs at it againâŚ
đ¨: pretty much all fluffđ¸
A/Nđ¤: itâs my first Terry ficđ¤! Iâm very nervous (then again when am I notđ), but I hope you guys like what I came up withâşď¸
*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*
âMa come on!â The excited nine-year-old pulled you just hard enough past the barricades that your steps were a tad more hurried to avoid stumbling over your daughter.
âCallie relax, the rides arenât going anywhere.â
âI know, but Jianna-,â
âIsnât going anywhere either,â you chuckle still being led by the girl clearly on a mission with her eyes set on the infamous âHigh Flyerâ.
Besties since kindergarten, you couldnât lie about how cute the duo was. They were practically stuck at the hip during school - always working or playing together at recess - and outside wasnât all too different seeing that one would typically be at the otherâs house. It always brought a smile to your face watching their animated conversations and lighthearted debates.
And after this past year, you were especially glad to see none of that had changed. That she had a true friend to support her during the tough times.
âThere she is!,â Callie smiles already beginning to bounce and skip towards her best friend. Jianna begins to frantically wave alerting the much taller and unfamiliar man to her right. Jiannaâs momâs boyfriend maybe? She did mention a new guy she was really into...
Before you can stop her, Callie easily slips away running to hug her friend - and introduce herself to the tower of muscle who adorably shakes her hand with an amused smile of his own.
âUm Callie-?,â
With the man in tow behind them, Jianna tightly wraps her arms around your waist in one of her famous warm hugs before peering up at you with a sweet, âHey auntie!â
The term given to you by the young girl herself when she was about six since, âYou take care of me like my other aunties. So that makes you my aunt too!â You didnât have the heart to go into the semantics with the wide-eyed little girl, so you just smiled and said, âOkay sweetheart.â
âThis is my uncle Terry from the army. Uncle Terry, this is my friendâs mom.â
He was broader up close, and the orange shirt stretching across his chest and shoulders only made that more apparent. That paired with the dark jeans over his thick thighs didnât help the ache beginning to pulse in your core that you haven��t felt inâŚdamn when was the last time you felt that?
âHi Callieâs mom,â he greets with probably the prettiest smile youâve seen in this town on a man and an outstretched hand. A hand that completely envelopes your own once you place yours in his.
âHi Jiannaâs uncle Terry,â you softly chuckle along with the man himself.
God that deep baritone voice was dangerous. And his grayish-green eyes?! You didnât even know they came in that color.
âWell weâre going to the line bye!,â Callie rushes grabbing Jiannaâs hand. Your quick, âHold itâ begrudgingly halts both girls turning around to face you again.
âTell us what rides youâre going to, and weâll follow behind.â
âMom weâre nineee,â she whines with that pouty secret weapon of hers and batting those curly lashes similar to yours.
âYou want us to choose the rides?â
Thereâs a brief, silent stare off between you and your mini me before she announces theyâll be in line at the High Flyer.
âAnd weâll be sitting at that bench.â It was about 20 feet away and had the perfect view of both the entrance and exit lines so you would always see the girls.
âSpoken like a true mama,â Terry murmurs with a low chuckle as you both sit. Meanwhile you try to ignore the flutter in your lower tummy at how âmamaâ sounds out of his mouth.
âReminded myself of my own back there,â you softly laugh while inwardly cringing. Although youâre enjoying your time so far with Terry - a brief, comfortable silence currently between you two - thereâs this creeping suspicion you canât seem to shake. âIs everything okay with Nitta? I thought she was bringing Jianna?â
âShe said she wasnât feeling the best and asked if I could bring her instead,â he casually answers.
Huh..maybe itâs nothing then.
âShe also said Jia told her she really wanted me to go so she could show me around? Didnât know she was meeting yall here until we got out the truck.â
Yep. There it is.
Your quiet âhuhâ along with the knowing look on your face has his brow rising in intrigue. And admittedly, he thinks itâs cute how your deep brown eyes slightly squint. âWhatâs up?â
From your sudden shift to surprised, you clearly didnât expect him to hear you. Or be paying close enough attention to read you so well. Who wouldnât pay attention to you though? Bright skin that nearly shined gold when the sun hit you just right. Your full lips that looked so soft. Not to mention your body with curves in all the right places that made him realize itâs been too long since his last time.
You debate on whether to say anything, but the way he deeply gazes at you tells you he probably wonât just let it go. âI uh think a couple of nine year old matchmakers may be trying to work their magic.â
Looking back at the girls, they each throw both of you a quick wave now at the front of the line.
âYou think itâs working?,â Jianna asks.
âI mean theyâre talking? Thatâs more attention Iâve seen my mom give a guy,â Callie shrugs. âMight be going better though if he brought flowers like I said.â
âThen that wouldâve gave us away like I said.â
âNot that Jia doesnât want to spend time with you though!,â you hurry to correct meeting those hypnotic green eyes again. âShe talked about you all the time when you were gone.â
âReally?,â he smiles and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Or two.
âAnytime youâd call sheâd get so excited. And when youâd send her something for her birthday or Christmas? All sheâd talk about for a good week.â
Deep down Terry knew his sister and niece loved him. But actually hearing how he made them feel from another person made him emotional in a way he hadnât during his time in the service.
âI have a feeling mine was the ringleader here.â
At that moment you can hear both girls squealing and giggling as the carousel like ride gently swings them higher than any playground swing would. Their arms waving and legs kicking before disappearing on the other side.
âSo you were single,â Terry thought.
âSorry to get you wrapped up in all this. If it makes you uncomfortable-,â
âFar as Iâm concerned, weâre just two friendly adults watching two kids,â he replies holding up his hands showing he saw no harm. âIf it makes you uncomfortable though-,â
âNo! No I agree, just two friendly adults,â you smile. There was a glint of something behind your eyes that told Terry there was more to your daughter playing Cupid, but rather than dig he opted to leave it alone until you were ready. Hopefully trusting him enough to explain.
âDid you see us?!,â Callie shouts running up to the both of you with Jianna by her side.
âWe did. Surprised yall arenât dizzy going around so much,â you answer making the girls laugh as they shake their heads.
âWe should all do the firecracker next!,â Jianna suggests, which of course Callie quickly agrees. Just a few feet across the way, the line was already filling up with teens and adults alike waiting to ride the infamous drop tower thatâs been popular since you were a kid. Those already on it screaming as they quickly free fell before stopping halfway to rise and repeat the motion again.
âAfraid Iâm gonna have to sit that one out girls, but maybe Uncle Terry will ride with you?â
He doesnât get a chance to answer before being pulled by the girls. Judging from the quick, concerned glance he gives you he clearly wasnât a fan of the ride either.
âSorry,â you innocently mouth when he turns to you from the line shaking his head with that cute tilted smile.
âLater,â he mouths back, which you didnât fully get until he brought up the Tilted Record when the girls didnât know what to ride next.
âYou gotta ride it ma,â Callie practically begged. âItâs so much fun!â
âYea you gotta ride it ma,â Terry playfully winks bringing those flutters back stronger than ever as a heat creeps to your cheeks. A few minutes later, you were smushed into his side pleasantly smothered by his clean, woodsy scent as you all spun around and eventually backwards. Callie and Jianna in the seat behind you having the time of their lives squealing and singing to the music playing overhead.
âYou did that on purpose,â you jokingly glare up at the taller man while following behind your still somehow energized kids.
He simply shrugs with a glimpse of a smirk on his lips, âMaybe. You had fun though.â
He mightâve had a point. âStill, friends donât do that.â
His deep chuckle and wide smile hits you deep instantly making your knees feel like jelly - something you never thought possible let alone experienced. Not even with Callieâs dad. âBest friends mess with each other all the time,â he counters. âGuess weâve leveled up.â
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âSo Jiaâs uncle was nice,â Callie starts. She tries peeking at you in the standing mirror as you dutch braid her hair for the night, but itâs difficult with the way her neck is craned downward.
âHe was. Weâll have to get him something for winning those stuffed pigs for you and Jianna.â
âMhm,â she agrees as you move to the last section. âSo what else did you think about him? You think heâs cute?â
You knew sheâd been itching to ask since you both got in the car. Especially after Terry was nice enough to make sure you got there okay before wishing you both a good night.
Securing the last braid with the small rubber band, you pat the spot beside you beckoning her to join you in the king sized bed. She instantly climbs in snuggling under the fluffy throw she loved so much. âCallie I donât want you worrying about me and dating alright? And definitely no more blind dates.â
You still had nightmares about the one with her principal. Who can put away that much shrimp?
âI just want you to be happy. Like how you were with dad,â she whispers peering up at you.
Eventually youâd have to tell her the truth about that strained relationship and how things were only âhappyâ for her sake.
âI am happy lovie. Long as I have you Iâm good,â you smile kissing her on the forehead. âYou just focus on being the amazing kid you are okay?â
She nods, sleepily smiling and clearly minutes away from slumber. âLove you ma.â
âLove you too. Now letâs get you to bed.â
Moments after returning to your bedroom, beginning to feel the familiar heaviness of your lids, a couple of short vibrations from your phone stop you from sliding under your covers curious as to who would want something this late.
Hey, itâs Terry. Got your number from Nitta (sent 10:56 pm)
Sheâs still feeling bad so looks like Iâm bringing Jia to dance tomorrow and apparently on snack duty?? (sent 10:57 pm)
Hey and yea forgot itâs her turn. I was next week but we can switch. Iâll pick something up, no worriesđ(sent 11:02 pm)
Also I can take Jia if you want? Not sure if you had other plans (sent 11:04 pm)
Was that too much? What if he thought you were trying to pry?
Nah itâs ok, I got her. And thanks for taking overđđ˝ (sent 11:13 pm)
Look at us, friends helping friendsđ (sent 11:14 pm)
âNice,â he thought as his hand frustratedly passed over his face. âAnd with the winky face? Somebody take this damn phone.â
lol alwaysđ! (Sent 11:17 pm)
Terry didnât realize he was holding his breath until your response finally flashed on his screen allowing him to breathe again. Relief soothing his tense muscles as he sat back against the wooden headboard.
Neither one of you were really able to sleep that night though. Thoughts of the other and the time at the fair admittedly making each a little excited about being together again the next day.
And while you never knew what was planned for the future, something told you this âfriendshipâ would be far different than your other ones.
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ceo!anton x assistant!reader
! exhibitionism
the noise of your footsteps echoes around the corridor. the papers in your arms feel heavy, you have been carrying them around the building, collecting more folders from the different working teams. it's a big publishing company that works internationally, sharing news and articles in many languages around the world.
and things are going really well for the company with such a young man at its head, his father methodically placing him at the top of the main building for him to arrange the teams and give long speeches. lee anton is good at what he does. his soft voice makes every room get quiet, his flat yet serious tone has every head bowing to him as answer. anton always gets what he wants, the company growing each time the young ceo play with the strings around his fingers with great care.
today is not different than any other days. you collect finished folders around the different teams and give them to anton, you classify his emails and organize his meetings. most of the time, you don't even see him. the only thing you see is his dark silhouette behind the blurry windows that surround his office. you throw a glance at the door when the team leaders get inside to share some informations with anton. sometimes, his eyes would meet yours, dark brown pupils hidden behind some strand of black hair.
you readjust the papers in your arms, some folders on the verge of falling on the side. the pile feel heavy, yet you know a lot of files are missing. the teams are working hard, but not hard enough for anton, he always asks for more. you peak your head inside of the empty room that's connected to anton's office, finding it comfortably empty. it's always more awkward when he's on meeting at the same time you drop the folders.
you knock softly on the tinted glass door of the office, looking up at the golden letters forming lee anton above your eyes. one... two... three... the clock ticks every second yet you hear nothing but silence on the other side of the door. you resist the urge to get inside but all the tasks on the back of your mind yell at you to do it. you have so much to do... he'll never know you got in... the doorknob clicks in a metallic sound.
"did i tell you to get inside?"
anton's voice is low when he speaks up. you stop in your track, the door barely opened, and you meet anton's eyes. the smell of hot coffee surrounds you, mixed with addictive scent of the ceo's probably expensive cologne. he walks up to you, each footstep having you growing more nervous, and cocks his head on the side, pointing inside the office.
"now that you're here, put the folders on my desk."
you look at your feet and hurriedly get inside the empty office, each sound echoing on the walls. you quickly reach the dark wooden desk and drop the files on it, checking one last time that you have everything before turning the other way around. yet you can't stop following anton's figure, watching him checks the papers himself, his eyebrows furrowed while he quickly goes over the crumpled words and numbers.
"is that all you have? this is half of what i asked."
"they were not done with them sir... i told them i would come get the folders later in the afternoon-"
"do you take decisions by yourself or am i the one deciding?"
the silence grows thicker until anton put down his mug on the desk. you feel like your feet are glued on the floor where you're standing. anton walks up to you and stands in front of you, you want to avoid his eyes but you're met with the unbuttoned top of his black shirt, and you have no other choice than to look up and meet his gaze. it's impossible to read anton's expression.
"are you not going to answer me?"
"... you decide."
"much better. out now."
you almost run outside, the door closing behind you. you go down the long corridor in silence and reach your own small office, dropping yourself on your chair to let out a long sigh. one day the ceo will make your heart burst in front of him. each time you would see him, he'll act the same way. like you're his little doll, a puppet he controls the way he wants.
you turn on your computer and starts working, but you can't concentrate on the meaningless tasks of organizing the emails in front of you. it's almost as if you could feel the presence of anton behind you, looking over your shoulder, his intoxicating scent making your head spin and your heart race-
the phone on your desk rings loudly. oh. it can only be him. you don't have the time to answer before the noise stops and you quickly get up, walking towards anton's office. you knock on the door once again, and gets inside after hearing anton's voice call for you on the other side.
"did you call me? is there something you need?"
"do i have meetings on the afternoon?"
"you have one at 2:30pm. it's for the international news, two journalists called last week and-"
"okay. cancel it."
"but sir... it's an important meeting, the teams have been all looking forward-"
"did you not hear what i said?"
you awkwardly shift from a foot to another, watching anton sigh loudly and spin around on his black leather chair.
"i'm tired and i really need to get my head out of work. to relax. can't you help me just this time?"
just this time. just this time. what about all the other times you canceled meetings so anton could have his way. but he always does, right? he is the one deciding, the one in charge, right?
you make slowly your way to the desk, and anton spins his chair to face you. he extends one of his hand, the other one patting his thigh like a quiet call. you get easily on his lap, his legs parted just the right way for you to sit as if he waited for you this whole time. anton drags his fingers through your hair until he reaches the back of your neck, and draws you closer until he can comfortably meet your lips.
the kiss is gentle and slow but anton wastes no time deepening it, holding you in place with a strong hand behind your head. he grips your thigh and pull your body closer, the feeling of his palm squeezing the fabric of your pants making you whine softly in his mouth.
anton devours your lips, ragged breaths between hot kisses ringing into your ears. he leaves your mouth to drag his lips down your jaw and your neck, his fingers messily opening the buttons of your white shirt to have access to your chest. his hands find their way on your sides while he bites at the skin of your chest, painting red marks on your body only him can see.
everything you have in mind disappear the second you get to taste anton, his lips on yours better than any kind of medicine, than any type of rest. he helps erase all the worries of the long working days. anton pushes your shirt down and holds your bare shoulders, eagerly sucking on every little part of your chest. he feels your hands tug on his hair and bringing him closer to your burning skin, a smile creeping on his lips as he leaves a soft kiss on the middle of your chest.
anton lets his hand rest on your back, your bare chest press against the fabric of his black shirt. the opened buttons let you see the golden chain dangling around his neck and the smooth skin of his chest. anton taps your thigh with his fingers, drawing slow circles on your pants.
"get rid of that for me baby."
your legs feel numb but you stand up and replace your opened shirt on your shoulders before working your hands on the buttons of your pants. you can see anton palming himself in the corner of your eyes with half opened eyes, his hand lazily stroking the bulge between his legs. you pull down your pants and underwear in one go, tossing it to the side, and turn back to anton, now half naked in front of his foggy eyes.
you're beautiful. you're breathtaking. the words spin in anton's mind, mindlessly opening his belt to free his hardening dick from its confines. he strokes himself when you get rid of your clothes. he loves it when you're like that, eager to please him. all of that for him.
you sit back comfortably on anton's thighs, pressing your heat against his cock, rubbing yourself on him. you watch anton rests his head on the top of his leather chair, his lips parted, his eyes heavy and menacing to close from the pleasure coursing through his veins. he grabs your thighs and help you sink down on his cock, eliciting a moan from you a and deep sigh from him. anton lays back on the chair and hold your waist, his voice lower than usual.
"missed this feeling so much... you're gonna make me feel good baby? wanna help me?"
you slowly roll your hips against his, his cock deep inside you rubbing your walls deliciously. you feel the grip on your waist tighten, anton's other hand holding your thigh to help you rock faster on his lap. he loves watching you break apart on his dick, low moans growing inside his throat as you grind against him faster. biting your lip is not enough to stop the cries coming out of your mouth, anton's name rolling on your tongue along with his preferred nickname, sir.
anton can't last long when you feel so good around him, your insides clenching with every move, his tip hitting perfectly the spot that makes your back arch. the knot in his stomach grows at each second. anton drags his hand into his hair, pushing away the messy black strands that could hide his eyes from seeing the delicious sight in front of him.
his hands grabs the skin of your ass, and anton lifts his hips to meet yours in a precise thrust that has you cry his name. you hold his shoulders as he buries himself deeper with each move of his hips, curses falling from his lips. the warmth burns his skin with one last thrust, holding you down on his lap, his cock twitching inside of you as he empties himself.
you rock your hips, making sure to get every drop of the thick fluid he has to offer. anton's chest rises heavily, his hand resting on your cheek before he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"always there to make me feel better baby..."
no matter how frustrated you feel, you always care about anton first. he helps you stand up and you look around the office for your pants while anton tucks himself back into his pants. you bend down to get your clothes from the floor but large hands straddle your waist, and anton sits you back down on his lap, your back comfortably resting against his chest.
"it would be mean of me to let you go like that..."
anton sits straighter on his chair and roll it closer to the desk, the wooden table hiding the lower part of your bodies. you feel his nails graze the skin of your stomach, his fingers impatiently pushing into your folds with a wet noise. you hold the desk, your other hand covering your mouth to stop your whines when you feel anton's breath against your ear.
"you should button that up pretty... keep quiet for me."
there's a knock on the glass door. you messily button up your shirt and try to arrange your hair, biting the inside of your cheek when anton plunges his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. "come in." anton's words ring in your ears, and you take a deep breath as the door opens.
two journalists get inside the office, closing the door behind them. their footsteps, the shuffle of their clothes and the folders opening are enough to hide the obscene noises coming from you, your thighs wet from anton's fingers deep inside of you.
you heavily swallow when anton starts speaking with his ceo voice, his fingers stilling when he talks. the two guys in front of him give each other a suspicious look, but they don't say a thing. when they start explaining their project for the company to anton, he sets a fast pace with his hand, you almost fall back onto his chest, your legs shaking at the strong pleasure.
the journalists clearly don't want to take much longer with anton. he looks at the projects, makes useless comments, concentrated on the way his finger hit those spots inside you, pushing all your buttons. the two journalists bow lowly to him after anton gave them his review, and they both walk out.
the second the door closes, anton grips your thigh to part your legs wider, looking down at the way his fingers disappear easily inside your core. he presses hot kisses on your neck, his hand reaching deep until your arch back. your head rest on his shoulder as he helps you ride your orgasm, pleasure exploding from between your legs and coursing through your body, making your mind foggy.
you take deep breaths, holding yourself on anton's forearm when he takes his soaked fingers out with a low chuckle. he kisses the top of your head, his arm going around your waist to bring you closer.
"i love it when you help me relax... but you really should cancel the meetings when i ask though, don't you think so?"
okay i kinda lost my mind at anton's mirror pics from earlier.......... im a little insane sorry hope you enjoyed that đ
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o em gee i was so happy to discover you and that you also wrote for alien stage! iâve loved all of ur works so for and i couldnât help but want to request something as well! would it be possible to request some hurt/comfort with till from alien stage? maybe you both got into a little fight or ur jealous abt something idk im not vv creative but feel free to skip this if you like! thank you for reading and have a great day <333
Jealousy + Till x Reader
Includes: Hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, eventual fluff don't worry,,, light angst , a few kisses , short
A/N: I'm so glad you were happy to discover me heehhee ^.^
If it was jealousy, you were used to it.
Still, you really couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous when Till spent time with other people â yes, you couldn't have him all to yourself all the time, so you had to share him with other people... Still, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
The way he expressed himself with other people was... different. He was different when he was with you and when he was with others. Did he not feel safe enough with you? Were you not good enough of a partner? Many questions filled your mind, most of which you guessed would remain unanswered as for now.
He also seemed... content to be with other people. What if he found someone else who was better than you? Someone who made him feel more loved than you could ever make him feel?
It hurt so much just to think about it.
Eventually, you had grown distant from him. This didn't go unnoticed by Till, though. He noticed the small changes in your demeanor, the way you wouldn't share as much about yourself as you used to do.
One day, while you two were lying in bed, he tried to place his hand on your shoulder, to which you just moved away slightly. He couldn't pretend as if things were alright anymore.
First, he called out your name. "Hey. I can tell somethin' is wrong. Do you wanna talk about it?" his voice seemed to be gentler than usual, if you were upset, he didn't want to make you feel worse than you probably already were.
You stayed silent for a while, and you felt a small knot form in your throat. Despite this, you decided to reply. "It's â well... you just seem so happy to be with others, and... I'm not sure if you will be happy with me," you continued. "I mean.. what if you find someone better?" Your voice slightly cracked.
Till himself was familiar with feelings of jealousy, but he was much more shy about them. That wasn't what he wanted to focus on right now, though. "Someone better?" he asked.
"I really don't want anyone else, I want you. I don't care for others, really," He positioned himself so you could maintain eye contact with him better. "I want you with all of your flaws and imperfections... All that sappy stuff, I want you with all of your qualities."
Your eyes were filled with tears soon enough, many of whom were spilled and had started to run down your face. He wanted you with all of your insecurities â he managed to see right through them, too.
"Hey, don't cry," He uttered out. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and softly kiss your tears away. "I love you, so be happy, okay?" He planted a soft kiss on your cheek.
You hadn't exactly had someone care this much about you... most people wouldn't care to reassure or comfort you, but Till was different.
"One day, it'll just be two of us. You can ignore all the pricks who ever tried to take my attention away from you." He smiled softly at you, something which was an unfamiliar sight for others to see.
As he softly held you in his arms, you knew you'd be safe with him. He wasn't going to find someone better or leave you anytime soon. At least, that's what you wanted to tell yourself.
He softly whispered small words of reassurance into your ear, then pressed his lips against your own.
#till x reader#alien stage x reader#alnst#alnst x reader#alnst till#till alnst#alnst till x reader#till alnst x reader#fluff
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I donât have much energy (on account of still being sick :/) but I still wanted to do something so dug up an old unfinished screenshot edit that I did a while ago but never finished until now
But yeah this is from the auâs version of Eclipse Lake, which happens a bit later down the timeline than the original.
Itâs set just before Hollow mind instead and Iâll explain the timeline differences in much better detail in a different post but itâs basically because Luz isnât focusing on going home like in the og so she is seeking on ways of getting revenge on Belos and saving Pip and Eda.
But Amity has been wanting to cheer up her awesome girlfriend so sheâs been secretly researching ways to create a portal door as a surprise, so Amity was the one who found out about the titan veins through the echo mouse instead and went to go find some titan blood without telling Luz.
If youâre probably wondering where Hunter isâŚHeâs actually taking an extremely well deserved break :0 (lmao, just kidding heâs still apart of the Eclipse lake events) as Pip is surprisingly extremely efficient at sorting out tasks (normal Pip could never, this is all the brainwashing tea lmao) and so Hunter has unwilling ended up getting all his work done by PipâŚ
Hunter doesnât want to admit it but he is happy about finally getting a break because heâs getting to do normal teen stuff and play with flapjack more often but he does feel like heâs getting replaced so there is complicated feelings there (it also doesnât help that Pip is now getting all the attention from Belos and is on top of that able to do magic so Hunter is switching between âIâve got to do as much as I can so I donât get replacedâ to âitâs kinda nice not being in mortal danger every five seconds and being able to hang out with Willowâ)
But yeah onto the episode; Much to the displeasure and horror of Kiki sheâs having to be supervised by Pip during the titanâs vein assignment so sheâs extra cautious and paranoid about not ruining the assignment especially when in front of the PrinceâŚ
Hunter wanted to go with Pip but was then explicitly told by Belos to take a break as Pip was handling an extremely special assignment but Hunter immediately flipped into panic mode because after getting kinda jealous of Pip and he wanted to show his worth again to Belos so he ended up secretly following along as a scout in order to be the first to find the titans blood.
Belos obviously already knew that the vein was already decayed and full of Fools blood from when he went there years ago, so the assignment Kiki is on was actually just a wild goose chase created in order for Pip to secretly assassinate Kiki (whoâs fucked up one too many times and knows too much about the actual day of unity plans so sheâs obviously got to go.)
Amity and Hunter end up working together after stumbling onto each other searching for titans blood, though theyâre bickering and fighting each other the entire way but arenât as antagonistic with each other as Hunter has slowly mellowed out after hanging out with the emerald entrails more often so they do actually end up properly bonding :)
Uh until they accidentally stumble onto Pipâs attempt on Kikiâs lifeâŚ
Iâm personally imagining the spiderman meme with Pip, Amity and Hunter happening and then Kiki scampering away at full speed in the background.
So yeah Amity is just majorly confused on the fact that sheâs just randomly found Pip in the weirdest situation and place possible after months of no contact or communicationâŚ
It gets weirder for Amity as Luz never actually told anybody where Pip was and just vaguely said he was staying with family when asked as it wasnât technically lying (Luz really didnât want to break Pipâs promise on not telling anyone who he actually is so this is her guilt free way of avoiding questions on where he is)
Pip doesnât even let Hunter or Amity think about the implications of this whole situation before running off to go catch Kiki and attempt to go for round two⌠Amity stops him mid way by grabbing his arm which wasnât the smartest idea.
Because of the brainwashing tea and all the meddling Belos did with his memories, it genuinely makes Pips brain hurt when trying to recognise who Amity or anyone from when he lived in the owl house and so he usually gets really frustrated/aggressive when seeing someone from his past⌠so Amity interrupting his assignment genuinely made him kinda loose it and try to kill her instead.
The image is the aftermath but they both hit a draw because Hunter does manage to deescalate the situation by reminding Pip to focus on his actual mission instead.
Iâll probably continue this explanation through either a comic or text post :p
#the owl house#toh#toh au#art#golden heir au#original character#the owl house au#owl house au#oc#oc stuff#the golden heir au#amity blight#amity toh#the owl house amity#hunter wittebane#hunter the golden guard#grimwalker oc#grimwalker#philip wittebane
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Wild Kratts - Chimpanzee and Me - Thoughts
The last of this week's new episode premiere, released online today alongside Salamander Streaming and Bumblezzzz. Will air on TV this coming Wednesday so as always, spoilers ahead!
K, so huge confession but Zooboomafo was the only other show by the Kratt Brothers I distinctively remember watching. I watched a few clips of Kratts' Creatures, but mistook them for WK as a kid. This is most definitely a callback to some Chimpanzee adventure episode in KC that I did not happen to pick up. So it's totally lost on me.
That being said, my prediction of references to previous Kratt Brothers' works reigns supreme (and for those who view all four Kratt Brother shows in one hollistic "canon" here's some ammo for your fan-theories).
Look at those delicious yummy grapes... wonder if they're being saved for later.
I will still never forget when the synopsis for this episode came out about Chris spraining his ankle, as well as when a synopsis for the clip came of him tripping on grapes. The constant memes and reactions omfg /silly
But seriously this man is in PAIN. This season for what it's worth, does a lot of angst and in ways you'd never expect.
I've never sprained or broken a limb, so I'm probably in no place to talk, but from the looks of that frame, Chris bent his ankle pretty damn good. He's definitely gonna be on hiatus for the next few weeks (which could ironically be taken metacontextually since after this episode we'll be on another hiatus until next year when the live show comes)
Ok let's talk about the villain's plan here. He wants to replace his Zachbots with a Chimpanzee he can roboticize to do his work. Here are my many thoughts and takeaways from this, some of which, definitely are just me reaching.
A step up from his dumbass plan in the last episode. Not threatening, but motivations that are actually sensible (but still evil though).
More than once have I seen the theory floating aound where Zach programmed his bots to be smart enough to obey his commands, but dumb enough to where they won't turn against him. I assumed that this episode was going to end with the cliche of Zach's creations turning on him as laser guided karma (hint it doesn't) so it really puts things into perspective.
Considering how we are getting two Zach-related episodes in a row, coming just off the heels of Our Blue and Green World, I like to headcanon that Zach's overall character in this batch of episodes is some form of response or byproduct of the events of that special. Because between Paisley's sudden betrayal, Donita's callous threat of physical violence in the previous episode, and his henchmen's limited intellect, he realizes how much he is fundamentally losing control, both in the villain team, and in his own endeavors as a villain. He's slowly, yet consistently and constantly being knocked down from the pedestal that he views himself on, and by trying to change the status quo with a new animal assistant, he thinks he can keep himself up at the top where he thinks he belongs, completely oblivious to how he's his own worst enemy. Yes, I'm overanalyzing all 3 episodes and I love it.
This is another moment where I HAVE to use my one-video-only-free-card to convey the point across because a certain scene is that good. This is only a 34 second action sequence where the chimpanzees are running from the Zachbots, but holy hell the background music. I had to isolate the background noises just to share it with y'all so you can see my point as to how the music absolutely carries this scene. Pure West has always gone so hard with the scores in this show, but they were absolutely on fire for this brief chase scene. I actually tensed up seeing the Chimp's mother getting torn away from her baby as the music swole up. Yet another reason why PBS should release an official soundtrack for the series, it's so fucking good.
Ok so Chris doesn't activate Chimpanzee Powers, nor does he invent the disc but goddamnit! This entire plot is so cute, and dare I say, the episode actually works better with Chris not being the one to activate the suit.
Now I can use my allotted time to point out how much I love this scene and why it makes this episode very well-liked for most people, myself included. This isn't the first PBS Kids show to educate viewers on non-verbal communication such as facial expressions and sign language, and it's definitely far from the last, but it's a really sweet and sincere moment that's both educational, and really good rep for people who use sign language. It gets its point across efficiently and could very well reach out to any children at home who use ASL. It's magnificent.
Also, Leah is fun, I hope we see her more in future eps.
THE CHIMPANZEE POWER SUIT
Ok I take it back: This is definitely the best designed Creature Power Suit of S7. I remember dreading it because of how alike Chimpanzees and Humans are physically, but oh my god I am so glad to be wrong. It's giving full Season 1 vibes (looks a lot like the Orangutan Suit, total sense), and I am all FOR IT.
And again, I feel like I would/should be angry or disappointed that Chris didn't activate the suit, but again, the plot actually works better without him using the suit, and the design of the Chimpanzee Suit itself is so good, everything just comes together neatly.
Bro is in his peak.
I mean, still peak.
Joss pointed this out better than I could, but there are a lot of varied facial expressions for Zach in this episode. As mentioned earlier, during the hiatus in between Season 6 and 7, new builders and riggers were hired on the animation team for Wild Kratts, many of them likely fans of the show themselves. And again, seeing as there's a 2 year gap between S6 and S7 in terms of development, there's bound to be some slight differences in rigs or models. Which is definitely why we get a lot of moments like this in the episode.
My two cents. I can definitely see why people would be caught off guard, and yeah, at such a high frequency it can get off-putting and requires some getting used to. But at the same time, I kinda dig it, just for the camp factor. It also somewhat reminds me of some of the facial expressions used in the pilot episode, (which has the stronger excuse of different animation + art-style to back it up), but yeah, definitely something that catches the eye.
Zach's hair is defnitely giving Kovu from Lion King 2 and I mean this in the worst. Possible. Way.
This entire scene can be seen as an allegory for two different types of parenting. Zach takes harsh, demanding approaches, speaking without listening for the sake of control, all out of a place of emotional unintelligence and immaturity, which alienates + drives away the child; Whilst Chris takes a more constructive, compassionate, understanding, yet still direct approach to get through to the child/chimp, allowing for a proper solution to the issue at hand. Yes, I'm pointlessly over analyzing even more but in an episode where communication is the main focus & moral of the episode as well as the resolution to the climax, I have to wonder if someone, whether it'd be the writers, animators, or even network execs did it on purpose. Because once again, you could takeaway a really good lesson for kids, and even adults with this interpretation in mind.
Oh yeah, once we get past that stuff, the climax of this episode is like, really fucking hilarious. And Zach getting mind-controlled by his own helmet is still a good dose of laser guided karma.
CONCLUSION:
Cons:
A few of the facial expressions can be a bit jarring. Again, Joss pointed it out perfectly how this episode could've been earlier in S7's development so these adjusted rigs probably can and will get better. I wouldn't even say it as a con, it's just some little thing of the episode that doesn't really lower my overall opinions.
This is a personal nitpick of mine; Not a critique. I think we could've seen more of the chimpanzees in action. I'm talking about face-offs with gorillas (which I think we might get an episode on that in the future, idk), hunting monkeys, leopard attacks! But I do get why it wasn't in the episode, it would've just bogged down time. Frankly, the only reason why I'm putting the cons first is because there is so much I have to say otherwise.
Pros:
The animation overall
The backgrounds
The Chimpanzee Power Suit
The Chimpanzees themselves.
The Background Music
Chris angst!!!!!!
The A plot and B plot perfectly complementing each other, which makes certain writing decisions that could've fallen short, work so much better as a result in execution!
Zach not being a dumb POS like he was in the last epiosde!
The chimpanzee designs!!!!
The very well-handled representation and depiction of sign-language and lessons of communications to its young audiences!
Final Ranking: 9.2/10. Our Blue and Green World and No Name Dream subverted expectations (mainly through Paisley's redemption and the S1 callbacks + the return of the Draco Power Suit). This is the first episode of Season 7 that exceeded my expectations. It is far better than how I thought it would be, and the experimental writing that this season has been hinged upon thus far hit the mark entirely when it came to this episode. So much so that it actually raised the already-high expectations I had for the new season. It is that. Fucking. Good. I'd easily call it a contender for one of the best episodes of the season, but again, we'll have to wait and see.
#wild kratts#pbs kids#kratt brothers#martin kratt#chris kratt#pbs kids go#2d kratt brothers#2d martin kratt#2d chris kratt#wild kratts spoilers#season 7 spoilers#s7 spoilers#wild kratts season 7#chimpanzees
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Ok so first of all - this is crazy that it was about 50/50 all the time. Sadly it shows how much Security Breach fucked up (I have watched the interview with Dawko - it's still sad that they don't do something to fix it (the story) up still). Like, I'm not gonna make a pool about it but there are probably as many people who think Vanessa has a twin when to me it's just when Glitchtrap takes control?
Now, what do I think about it? To me, he's not William.
From the beginning (Help Wanted), it's been intentionally unclear: is he William? It's a trickster, a malware for sure. But then somehow it seems that a lot of people missed that his keysmash talking is actually copying the tape girl's voice (thanks to an-archaic-archivist for showing me this video???). Which is the first hint that he is the mimic. But then from Dawko's interview, Scott speaks as if Glitchtrap & The Mimic are two different characters - which I really don't like the idea of because they have the exact same motives and capacities. Putting two different villains one after the other with the exact same characterization is.....not a good horse to bet on? It's confusing and unnecessary. (DISCLAIMER. When I talk FNAF, unless specified I'm only talking from a game point of view I am never talking about the books and I will not.)
But anyways!!! Here's my theory from when I tried to crack Glitchtrap!! :)
If you know me, you know I love Princess Quest Glitchtrap. It is a very particular form to give to a character that is a malware mimicking, isn't it? The Princess Quest games all depict floating rabbit heads as enemies, and in the end, you meet an amalgamation of them, with one head that is more aware and in controlâGlitchtrap.
And, you know, to find answers you're just gonna go looking at the stuff you've already seen, already know, that might be similar in one way or another. I don't remember what exactly made me think about the Funtime Animatronics but that's where I went. The question of why Circus Baby is also Elizabeth but the others aren't.
When you get under the desk on Night 3, you hear Circus Baby talking and not Elizabeth. You can notice they're not always speaking as one. Circus Baby telling you how Elizabeth died: "I would always count the childrenâ Iâm not sure why. I was always acutely aware of how many there were in the room with me. [...] A little girl, standing by herself. I was no longer... myself, and I stopped singing. My stomach opened, and there was ice cream. I couldnât moveâat least, not until she stepped closer. There was screaming for a moment, but only for a moment. Then other children rushed in again, but they couldnât hear her over the sounds of their own excitement. I still hear her sometimes. Why did that happen?"
Elizabeth as Baby in Pizza Sim: "You played right into our hands, did you really think that this job just fell out of the sky for you? No. This was a gift, for us. You gathered them all together in one place, just like he asked you to. All of those little souls, in one place, just for us, a gift. Now we can do what we were created to do, and be complete! I will make you proud daddy! Watch, listen, and be full."
But Funtime Freddy and the others don't do that. You know, it almost feels like... they're alive. Well that was the point, wasn't it? They're alive but stuck under their coding. Just like when Baby could not disobey the rule of counting the children. From Pizza Simulator we find out what exactly the SCOOPER is and with that, that the Funtimes were all brought to life with remnant, some sort of amalgamation of children's souls, to snap more children's souls.
In Circus Baby's case, 1. she was brought to life by remnant and with this many souls it seems that they all lose their consciousness to one the robot's coding, adopting the robot's coding as their personality. But then 2. when, she killed Elizabeth, this one went to haunt the robot creating a """two people one body kind of situation""", they're both aware as Circus Baby and Elizabeth.
And yeah, this makes me think a lot of Glitchtrap in that case. Because Glitchtrap might be just that. Remnant. An amalgamation of souls. But this one didn't get a robot to 'get their personality' so to speak. So they're dormant. Until they get awakened by being accidentally put into a VR game. They don't know who they are, or what they are. Their whole world is literally just FNAF games at this point. So they get to choose. They don't have a sense of right and wrong. They're choosing the most powerful figure in there: William. They mimic him. They don't realize what is wrong, they're proudly guiding the player on their own level (Pizza Party) to show them their crimes (William's crimes that they reclaimed as part of the mimicking).
They're in a game. When you die, you restart the level. Until Jeremy. They realize the beta testers can actually 'log out' and they have a way bigger world. So they want out. But those beta players get away and never come back (because he's dead). So they gotta step up the tricking game. So they mimic a voice.
And then it works! So they pretend to be Vanessa. They get to be Vanny. They order Vanessa around. And it fails! They get trapped and need to attract someone from the outside - they mimic Gregory. The plan almost succeeds. They mimic Roxy.
When I posted this piece, I saw some people with DID thought this was about DID, and I was not thinking of it, I was thinking of my theory - and I did say (afterwards or before can't find the post) that I'm honored my art gets interpreted in some ways I didn't think of it before. It's actually very nice but most importantly good for you. You deserve to feel linked to characters you like.
Anyways..Scott hit me up I have ideas I can share if you ever feel like you're stuck.
im curious, actually
(rb for a better reach pls)
#fnaf#fnaf theory#glitchtrap#i hope everything makes sense sometime i have an hard time putting my thoughts into words thats why i draw more than i write fr
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What if Mel took her mothers side as to know what her true plans are? What if Mel "foxed" her way in to know why, who, how, everything? What if Mel doesn't KNOW what she is, or at least what "blessed" blood she has running in her veins, but something happens that leaves her questioning??
What if she didn't even know her gold was actually "armor" and thats when she decided she needed to jab more information?
What would Ambessas reaction be towards this information? If this is a sudden change, will she have doubts? (Probably), will she accept this flip of character? Is she the one that initiated this change after the problems happening finally got to her daughter?
What if Ambessa kept denying telling her the truth for the sake of protecting her, which could lead them to truly part and become enemies? Which means Mel would be further from finding the truth, so instead, she agrees to go back to Noxus with Ambessa, so she could find not only ways to take her mother down (as in break her course of plans set for everything in the timeline) but also to gain knowledge over everything related about THEM (including kino) ??
We don't know if Mel is aware of her abilities or not yet, so if she didn't, is she willing to go that far to know? Would she go to that extent to strengthen herself against her mothers weaknesses? To be fair, thats what Medardas do, do they not?
Im so desperate to know why Mel would wear similar to her mother, which is noxian war attire, we know Mel wants to part ways from her family, or at least part from their ideals and paths, so why would she suddenly change her course of action and head for that road?
I feel like she wouldn't do such a thing for the sake of going back, but has an intention to use it against Ambessa or against an enemy of hers/theirs.
Makes me curious too, as stretchy as this is, did she meet with Kindred??? Was she at a near-death experience like how Ambessa was?
If she's truly going back to Noxus, would she be a dictator like Ambessa?
I still HEAVILY believe that Black Rose/LeBlanc is the main enemy for the Medardas in s2, and we know that she can transform into ANYONE, right? What if that isn't even Mel, but LeBlanc? What if LeBlanc SPOKE to Mel as leverage to get to Ambessa? And Mel being probably vulnerable at that moment, allows herself to follow along?
Or, what if Mel knew about LeBlanc (in the timeline of season 2) , or has an idea of what her intentions are, and manipulates her way through, and kills two birds with one stone? LeBlanc is a master manipulator, but is Mel really that weak?
Mel, from my understanding, is not the type of character to make quick decisions and changes (like Jayce for example/non-neg). She thinks, about the present and the future, but when it comes to her family, the past always lingers in her mind, which is why it takes her so long to decide what to do. She tried endlessly to find a way around violence & war, past memories of such still haunt her, I don't think Mel would want to be a fighter, or one to accept a fight in such way.
That would be the final resort to something with no other solution. But there is always a CATCH to that.
In s1, Mel recommended the creation of hextech weaponry as an act of self defense, a final resort incase something happens, but is that REALLY just for protection against inner attacks? Elora mentioned to Mel that piltover looked vulnerable before that, do you think its ONLY their friends abroad who noticed? And immediately after she'd handed her the letter. Its safe to say Mel wasn't just preparing for Zauns bite, but the bites from outer threats. "I wanted to protect the city from people like you." Yeah, THAT was the catch, a stronger reason.
so if Mel went back to Noxus, or took Ambessas place, or just stood by her side, is it REALLY for her? Or is there some other thing affecting her descisions? Again, I don't think Mel would take off the ring, cover the painting of home with her color, go through this major character arc/development just to go sit in her mothers lap and let her caress her head because "nothing worked". That's genuinely not Mel, neither how it works ESPECIALLY in artistic fiction such as this.
Those things have SO many meanings, them being "erased" feels like poor writing, thats not what arcane does.
Mel is strong, she'd pushed and pushed and pushed so far for her ideals, her hopes and dreams, all of this is what makes her Mel. Even though she'd faced never-ending problems trying to find solutions, she still pushed herself so far. Is she willing to sacrifice herself after reaching such a point? Is the sacrifice worth it in the end? Will it benefit what she wants for her city and people? I don't think that's something she'd do UNLESS there's a catch to it that counters the effects.
To choose the Medardas path feels as if she weakened/gave up herself, shattered like glass, OR, she'd made herself stronger by being weak at the beginning, and gaining strength by the end to bend the rules, to understand the space to shift it. Which is why I don't think its permanent long-lasting decision, it's more of a "let it bleed until it stops, then bandage everything together well" sort of thing.
Mel is going suffer with her weaknesses in s2 like all of them will, that is important, but what really matters is that will she LEARN from her mistakes? Is she going to act upon said weaknesses?
They could quite literally make Mel end the Medarda problem without raising a hand if they wanted, or they could have her suffering in abseloute agony down in the basement (I hope not) 24/7, and there's still a space in between too.
Mel is probably the last heir of the Medarda clan, will she be able to break the cycle? Its all down in her hands, what is she going to do? What is she planning?
I still have so many questions, they never end, they're all ALLOVER the place, I literally can't even think straight, one minute I think of something, the other i think of something else. Its that crazy đ
Part of me doesn't want to see Mel change, well, at least not a lot. change is very inevitable in the show and even the writers stated that in s2, the characters will be in the dark depths, but seeing the possible change of currents, drifting away from her core which made me love her so much is a little upsetting, but I will forever love her nonetheless, whatever she partakes in the future is for me to follow !!!!
Truth is, im scared, anxious, worried as all hells, all the characters are going through various changes, we already know how viktor is going to change, going against his previous dreams. Him slowly coming to an acceptance with death, only to become something that isn't even close to a living being at all. His dream to help the undercity lead him to do harsh things to them, which is unfortunately the only way he knows to help. Mel, who parallels Viktor, is she ought to fall into the same fate? Or is the parallel going to be opposite of what he has become? If he is going back to Zaun, his homeland, doing all of these things, will she go back to her own? And do something similar? Or will she stay in piltover and continue to pursue the approach of Mercy and peace?
How will this affect her relationship with others? What would Jayce think? Elora? The remaining council? Most of all, Ambessa?
I don't want all of the answers to these questions, but I just hope some of them get answered, I have high hopes for s2, i can't wait to see if anyone's theories turn out correct or close to cannon!
#arcane#mel medarda#mel arcane#ambessa medarda#arcane s2#arcane league of legends#ambessa arcane#arcane theory#arcane season 2#Theory#This is all nonsense#Im so sorry đ#viktor league of legends#arcane viktor#viktor#viktor arcane#machine herald#viktor machine herald
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Overthinking the leaked casting for s3
wotseries.com posted another (rumored) casting for s3 a couple of weeks ago and it prompted me to go through all our known casting so far and (probably) do some overthinking (plus, the last time I Did Speculation, we got some new info very soon afterwards, so maybe that will happen again, lol):
Our new casting spoiler is Ann Ogbomo, a British actress who was part of the South Africa filming cast (which was used for both Rhuidean and Tanchico, I believe). So she could be Aiel, or one of the flashback characters, or a character in Tanchico.
She seems too old to be Tuon (otoh, Tuon might get aged up and sorta combined with Tylin in the sense of being an ~older woman~ for Mat? The books never really did anything interesting with Tuon looking younger than she was, and her being older would make her more experienced as a sul'dam), but could possibly be Egeanin or another Black Ajah Sister in Tanchico.
Other 'recent' (since the last time I posted about it) castings are Cameron Jack, Fredrik Wagner, and Michael Lindall. We don't really know anything about what Fredrik might have filmed but it looked like Michael filmed on the Two Rivers set. Cameron Jack is an actor who looks to have potentially filmed during both the Czech Republic and the South African stints of filming.
We got our first official casting of a Sea Folk character in Carmela Bonomi as Jorin din Jubai (who has a good rapport with Elayne during their time together in the books, and is the reason that Elayne figures out that the Windfinders can channel). Given the director she worked with, it sounds like she's in 3x5 and/or 3x6 -- if we meet the Sea Folk in 3x5 and then leave with them from Tanchico in 3x6, this backs up the idea that maybe our Tanchico kiddos will reunite with Rand's side of the storyline in 3x7 & 3x8 (maybe in Tear). My current speculation of "2 episodes together; 4 episodes in the Waste/Tanchico; 2 episodes together" still sounds like it could be valid (except for Perrin, of course, who would still be in the Two Rivers at the end of the season), and gives Rand & Elayne and Lan & Nynaeve screen-time to spend together to build their relationships.
We also learned about Olivia Popica as Jeanine. She gets added to Liandrin's group of Black Ajah Sisters who are likely going to break out of the White Tower in ep1 (probably killing at least one Sister in the process) and then head to Tanchico to be part of Elayne & Nynaeve's storyline.
Total Black Ajah Sisters that will Probably go to Tanchico: Liandrin, Jeaine, Ispan, and Joiya. If Moghedien is also in Tanchico, I wonder if that's going to be the extent of our Black Ajah Sisters -- it probably would be good if the number of known BA Sisters didn't outnumber the number of known non-BA Sisters!
Other leaks that wotseries.com has mentioned before:
For Andor: Morgase (Olivia Williams), Elaida (Shohreh Aghdashloo), Galad (Callum Kerr) -- we will almost certain also have Gawyn here, since s2 confirmed his existence in the world of the show, but no casting leak yet. Shiaine (Raksha Hoost) might fit in here as well, though she might also be a Secret Character, since her identity gets taken over by a Darkfriend at some point, iirc.
We also have a listing for someone for Jaq Lounalt (Rob McLoughlin), who works for Arymilla in the latter books but might work for Jaichim Carridan (Jared Doreck) in the earlier ones? He's a Darkfriend, at any rate. Might appear in a couple of potential places. Carridan is in Tanchico working with Liandrin & co in TSR, so they might both be there.
For 2R/Perrin: Faile (Isabella Bucceri), Jac al'Seen (Paul A Maynard), and Marin al'Vere's actress is now Rina Mahoney.
For Aiel/Rand: Maigran, da'shain Aiel (Tereza Duskova), Latra, older version (Ania Marson), Solina, Aes Sedai during the Breaking (Thandi Sebe) - these all seem likely to feature in the glass columns sequence.
For the White Tower: Lelaine (Rebecca Root)
We also got a leak that an actor named Robert Strange shot for the show and this is interesting because he's a creature actor and has played several non-human characters in his career (that said, he is also very tall, and so might be an Aiel). But thanks to @markantonys for noticing that he's mainly a creature actor, because otherwise I would have fixated on his height and assumed Aiel! But given that he does act as a lot of creatures, I feel like he's a strong candidate for a Finn.
Then we have a bunch of leaks that aren't attached to a particular role:
DiĂŞm Camille (5'9" - maybe Aiel?)
Nuno Lopes (I've seen spec that he's one of the Forsaken)
Luke Fetherston  (seen spec that he's Luc)
Nukâka Coster-Waldau (I suspect an Aes Sedai)
BjĂśrn Landberg (6'6" - maybe Aiel? taller than Josha)
Synnøve Macody Lund (6' - maybe Aiel?)
Clare Dunne (5'9" - maybe Aiel?)
SalĂłme GunnarsdĂłttir (5'7" - maybe Aiel?)
Clare-Hope Ashitey (has been nominated for several acting awards)
And other potential cast who are more tenuously suspected:
Iman Marson (looks young, maybe 2R character?)
Ian Atwiine (also pretty young; maybe 2R character?)
Ferdinand McKay (very little info)
Kiren Kebaili-Dwyer (6' - maybe Aiel? maybe 2R)
Diana Dulinkova (5'7" - maybe Aiel?)
Natasha Culzac (6'1" freckled redhead - Aiel?)
Lots of potential new characters. Nothing that I've seen disproves my most recent speculation about s3, though that can change quickly.
#wot s3 speculation#wot#wheel of time#wot on prime#wot book spoilers#the shadow rising#wot s3 spoilers#winter's heart#for one specific character who imo SHOULD be introduced now#even if they weren't introduced this early in the books
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âthereâs a scenario where Danielâs certain he breaks the record of most time outs dished out in a day â
I was re reading your little minifics and saw this about daniel, lando, oscar and max and was wondering if you still had any thoughts about that scenario lolđ§Ą
had to go look up that ask lol cause i do way too many mini fics to remember them all but this one right? a fave for sure. now what if they gave him a run for his sanity đ¤
it probably starts when Daniel tells Max to start putting some of his more valuable stuff away before Lando and Oscar arrive, Max is attached to some of his toys and with three boys things can get broken, so they usually pack up the stuff that is for Maxie only.
except Max doesnât want to clean it up, and so Daniel tells him he doesnât have to but that he then has to be prepared the other boys might play with it as Danielâll be too outnumbered to keep them from playing with things in plain sight.
it turns into a tantrum, and Daniel effectively puts them both in time out as he sits down with Max against their living room wall waiting for the tears to stop so they can try again.
when the other two boys arrive Daniel figures and art activity might be a good thing as the boysâll be in one place but is quickly reminded of the chaos that paint and glitter brings.
Landoâs forgetting to share and keeps stealing whatever Oscar seems to currently be working on and Oscar eventually snaps and smacks the hell out of Landoâs hand. which, well, Daniel sort of understands. but it still earns both boys a time out and Max is left at the table fiddling with the glitters by himself.
lunch goes a little smoother, Daniel chooses his battles and make them banana pancakes, something he knows theyâll all eat.
he makes a mistake by having all three boys nap together, cause it takes ages for them to fall asleep and when Oscar wakes up to go pee he accidentally wakes up the other two too, so now theyâre cranky.
the sharing things is even worse now and so Daniel plants the three of them in front of the TV with a movie and a snack except now theyâre fighting over who has more raisins.
Daniel has to put himself in time out for a second to calm down before he goes back in and deals with it, takes all of their snacks away and pauses the movie for a make shift time out on the couch as he doesnât really have three free corners and tells them to sit and be quiet for a second.
he takes the time to meticulously count each fucking raisin and makes sure they all have the same amount of animal crackers as they regain snack privileges and makes them promise to behave or heâs turning the movie off.
Max earns himself another time out by yeeting a train at Landoâs head but hitting Oscar instead and Lando earns himself one after he retaliates as soon as Max is back into play.
Daniel serves dinner a little bit later than normal in order to be able to put them to bed almost immediately after, each boy showered and given a melatonin gummy as he tucks them into bed.
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would you be willing to give a rough summary of pareidolia's plot? really curious abt how arvo goes from looking like a whole shadow to colorful and slightly roughed up
yes sure!! HAHA i do purposefully keep the exact reason for why it happens kind of vague other than the fact that it is a metatextual visual, or more accurately the "silhouette" of him is metatextual.
basically pareidolia is a story separated in two main "arcs" (which is why i refer to the colourful version as "pt 2 arvo") and centers around arvo himself as he tries to cement his place as a member of a group of human poachers who focus on poaching "folklore creatures" aka Vättar (or vaettir if you wanna go with that spelling).
thing is this poaching group is the very same group (sort of) that also captured him as a chick and killed his parents and then proceeded to keep him locked up in a basement for 15 years sort of as an experiment to try to "break" a basilisk and perhaps sell for profit later.
arvo basically concoted a very skewed view of the world while in capture to stop himself from losing his mind seething at humans and instead has an almost religious reverence of them, and the systems he imagines facilitates their absolute dominance over any other creature around them (and thus their treatment of him). once he got the opportunity to escape, killing two of his captors in a panic, he saw two options: returning to living the life of a "prey animal", in a world he no longer knows how to navigate at all, only to probably be killed by a human later anyway, or the life of an apex predator, by imitating the form of one of the poachers he killed, and well you know what he chose...
the story itself has a lot to do with identity and self hatred and also denial over what he is and also what the World is. the silhouette of him is probably the strongest visual representation of that, because there is a great disconnect between who he is and who he tries to be (the poacher he killed). the change in how he appears to the viewer is less so a physical one (other than the physical roughing up ofc) and more of a representation of how he starts to change how he views himself, and the world around him
#pareidolia tag#asks#Very bad at summarising as you can see LOL not exactly good at typing short blurb...
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