#it’s such a joke when these people try to talk to you

[fishnapple]

How they comfort you, their love languages

(Future spouse/partner/lover)

This is a mini reading about the things that your partner/spouse would do or say to comfort you.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost

Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

CUBE 1

"Our life together is the most important thing"

"You're alive, I'm alive and that's good"

Tickle

Clumsy jokes that make your belly hurt

"Let's go to the beach"

"Whatever you do, I'm right beside you"

"Don't worry"

"Don't be afraid to fall, I will catch you"

"I'm your biggest fan"

Silent understanding

Scary movies that make you jump into their arms

Passionate, emotional sex

The warmth of their body

Holding you in the dark

Holding your hands whenever you go out together

Warm breads and fresh flowers

Board games

Forehead kiss

"Let's run away"

"I will find you again even when you've become a star on the heavenly sky"

CUBE 2

Surprise gifts, this person could spoil you a lot with material gifts

"I will get it for you"

They would do many things to make your life easier without you knowing: take care of your routines, pack your lunch, iron your clothes, etc

Change the colour of the curtains and bed sheets to cheer you up,

Date nights

Take you to see the sunset, to somewhere dark and windy, surrounded by nature

"No problem "

"Let's me take care of it"

They comfort you in your dreams

Intuitively guess your thoughts

Whisper loving words when you are in public places

Be with you through every social events

"My greatest achievement is to be their partner"

Boast about you everywhere they go

"I command you to love me", then proceed to massage your feet

Holding you silently while you spill out your darkest secrets

Direct in displaying their desire for you

CUBE 3

Act all tough and intimidating with other people but become a mushy romantic when they're with you, especially in private

Never fail to notice and compliment your effort at taking care and beautifying yourself

Getting heart eyes both when seeing you in leisurewear and in glamorous clothes

Try to sing for you even if they hate singing or not good at it

Love poems

When they find it hard to express their feelings through words, they express through material gifts and sensory pleasures instead

Just buying you stuffs and pretend to not know about it or act oblivious and nonchalant

Wrap you in softest blanket

"Let's go into the bathtub together"

Drying your hair

Take lots of pictures, of you alone, of you guys together, of your memories

"You're my best friend, let's me be your best friend"

"I love you "

CUBE 4

"I've loved you before and I will love you again"

"See you in our next life together "

Appear right when you need them

Act more confident and tough

The heat of their body

Pull you into them

"Lean on me"

Witty jokes

Irrelevant stories to distract you from whatever negative feelings you're having

Hand holding

Lots of notes

Phone calls throughout the day

Try to talk in the softest voice when they're with you

"Let's play video game"

"Let's me draw your silly face"

"Let's take a day off and go to where nobody knows us"

The meadows, the sea, the mountains

Take your pleasure as their top priority

Love making

"I'm afraid that this is all a dream, but as I go to sleep and wake up everyday, you're still there"

"Your pain is my pain "

Warn anyone dares to come in between you two

CUBE 5

"Nothing can stand between us"

"We can go anywhere we want"

"I believe in us"

"Hey, teach me how to do this"

Make plan for both of you

"Let's me read Tarot for you"

Always on time

Keep their promises, from smallest one to biggest one

Cakes and sweets

Warmth food

Hype you up

Eager to hear you talk

Patience

Try to be silly just to cheer you up even though they seem to be a pretty serious person

Laughter

Refer to you as "my love" when talking with other people

PDA

"I think I'd done good deeds in my past lives, that's why I met you"

Looking deep into your eyes

"I believe this relationship has changed us for the better"

Ride of die

"Till death do us apart "

CUBE 6

"You were alone, but now you have me"

Act childish and cute to get your attention

Also love it when you do the same to them

"Let's get married "/ "Let's get married every year"

Tell you about their childhood nightmares and how embarrassing they were

"I was told to wait for you when I was a kid"

Has no shame in acting embarrassing or silly just to make you laugh, even in public

"Do you want to date me" (even when you guys have been married for a long time)

Handmade gifts

Corny pickup lines

Genius at solving problems

Try to get you to debate about odd topics

Looking intimidating and professional in public but don't care about people's opinions, especially about you and your relationship

Will defend you in any conflicts

Take your side unconditionally

Willing to share everything with you

Honesty

Think of a new way to affirm their love everyday

"We make a great team"

[straysinfiltrator]

When I was in middle school my mom once said to me, "Do you see how other girls smile and say 'how are you' when they see you? Try doing that too" and that's how I learned that a social smile was a thing. Up to then it didn't occur to me that one would smile for reasons other than having been told a joke or being genuinely ecstatic.

As a little kid I thought older girls were something to be suspicious of because they'd look at me and smile and try to talk to me and I wasn't ready to talk yet but I'd think, "good start, keep it up and maybe I'll interact with you in a few hours." That worked with old ladies who were friends with my grandma but not with teenage girls. I remember how it felt in my gut when their smile would fade, and my explanation was that they took a better look at me and decided they didn't like me. Which is not completely inaccurate: I was being my autistic self and that was not on their agenda to deal with, after all.

Anyways smiling is a good skill but it will only get you so far. At some point people want to get to know you deeper and maybe others can make up and fake a whole non-autistic identity but I haven't managed to in ~40 years. My greatest luck from a social perspective is that I couldn't quite pass as normal in college so I met people who were cool with that and I'm now happily married to my best friend. Looking back I dodged some real bullets who would have dated me if I hadn't been weird and thank heaven they stayed away.

when you're autistic and you learn how to smalltalk it literally feels like you started hacking real life

[gothicfied]

Hey, i love your writing. I was wondering if you could do a Dae-ho fic where the reader is apart of his group (with gi-hun and stuff) but used to date Thanos, who is trying to win her back. She asks the boys to help stop her from going back to him cause she can;' help but want to. Later dae ho asks why she dated thanos cause he was toxic and she admits she feels she doesn't deserve better. Dae ho confesses and promises that he will give her better. I don't know if this makes sense, but thanks :)

Why can't I let go? - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x fem!reader (maybe slight Thanos x reader)

Summary: Seeing your ex months after your break up made you question things again, but Dae-ho gave you a reason not to go back to him.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word count: ~ 1.6k

A/N: hi and thank you sm!! I hope this comes close to what you had in mind (:

What made being in this slaughter house even worse for you, besides the fact that you had to worry about dying every few seconds, was the fact that your literal ex boyfriend somehow also ended up here. Well, actually, you knew exactly why Thanos, as he liked to call himself now, entered the games as well — Not only did he basically bankrupt himself with investing in that stupid crypto currency, no, he took most of your savings too and created unnecessary money problems for you. That was obviously the break-up-reason, although he just wasn't the best boyfriend over all.

His presence already pissed you off when spotting him in the crowd after initially waking up in that uncomfortable bunk bed. Thanos only spotted you when walking up the weird, colorful stairs to the first game. Pushing other players to the side, he made his way up to you and tapped you on the shoulder, non-stop apologizing for what he had done to you. It has been like that since you broke things off with him, but you made the effort to block him on everything and simply not answer the door when he came by every now and then to win you back.

Thanos was annoying and dangerous, as it showed itself in Red-Light-Green-Light. Not only was he a junkie, he was also seemingly ready to sacrifice the life of other people for his own benefit. At first, when Player 456 yelled out that everyone who got 'disqualified' would essentially get shot, you didn't want to believe him. Even Thanos leaned over to you, much to your annoyance, and said "What the fuck is this guy on?". He's one to talk, huh. In the end, when Player 456 was right, you immediately took his advice and voted 'X' during the first voting.

"Thanks for saving us back there." you said to Player 456, hesitantly approaching him and his friend, Player 390. They introduced themselves as Gi-hun and Jung-bae, inviting you to sit down and eat with them. A few moments later another young man dropped down from his bed and agreed with you, also claiming that how Gi-hun acted was heroic. "Why'd you vote like that then?" you asked Dae-ho after he sat down next to you, pointing at the blue badge upon his chest. "Ah, you know," feeling like he got caught, he kept looking away from your eyes, "the money now is not nearly enough to pay off my debts. But, don't worry, I'll definitely vote different next time!" You guys continued talking and even laughing a bit, telling each other about your life outside of here.

You, alongside Jung-bae, found out that he was a marine. Both were actually, immediately finding common ground. Watching them joke around with each other, you couldn't help but smile — Which stopped as soon as you looked to the other side, to the people who voted 'O', and spotted Thanos staring at you. He was clearly not happy with how you voted or the fact that another man made you laugh, even though you only met him a few minutes ago. That's just how Thanos is, you feared: always jealous about someone, worried you're going to cheat on him, but would then flirt with his female fans in the same breath. He always claimed it was because they were his fans and they loved to feel like he was reachable, but that was never a justification for you.

For some reason, that you didn't pay attention to, a little fight between the two sides broke out, and Thanos thought this was the best time to drag you away from all that and talk with you. You saw him stand up and approach you, to which you already shook your head, but when he grabbed your arm and just took you with him, you couldn't do much. "Why would you do that?" he asked you, his eyes staring into yours. "What? What did I do now? Can't you just leave me alone?" You crossed your arms in front if your chest and just looked down at your feet, because, if you were being honest with yourself, when your ex boyfriend looked at you like that.. it kind of did something to you. Perhaps regret your decision.

"Baby, seriously?"

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Come on, I know you love it, princess.."

"Get to the point."

You were annoyed, agitated, but somehow still wanted to hear what he had to say. Thanos huffed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why did you vote like that? If we play just two more games, we could pay off our debts and maybe.. try again?" He grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you a little so you'd look up at him again. When that didn't work, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to pull you close, but that was your breaking point. Forcefully, you ripped yourself out of his grasp and started walking back to your group again: "Don't even start with that. You ruined my life."

In a twisted way, you felt bad. His proposal almost, almost, made you give in. It was just nice to see a familiar face and hear a familiar voice in this environment, it brought you comfort to know that there was someone you shared so many special memories with that you could turn to. And, you would, just if it wasn't Choi Su-bong. "Is everything okay? Was he giving you trouble?" Jung-bae asked, looking like he was ready to fight him. Actually, he was probably ready to fight everyone who voted 'O'. "No.. no, I'm okay." Without another word you sat back down next to Dae-ho, picking away at your fingernails.

"Who is he?"

"What?"

"That guy.. who is he?"

"To me? My ex boyfriend."

The man let out an 'aha', just nodding along. When he looked at Thanos and then back to you, he couldn't really believe it — That purple-haired guy was almost the complete opposite of you. You were pretty, seemed to be kind and gentle and Thanos was just kind of.. Dae-ho would say you're way out of his league. "If he's bothering you, just tell me, okay? I'll take care of it." You looked at the former marine, giving him a smile when noticing that he was serious about that. You thanked him quickly and looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly.

After surviving the second game together, Dae-ho and you have gotten closer incredibly fast. He was mesmerized by you, to say the least, and you appreciated that you had someone to rely on at all times. That still didn't stop Thanos from perusing you, though, it actually was the complete opposite. A few minutes before lights out he tried to talk to you again, following you to your bed, which was right behind Dae-ho's. The two of you slept head to head together, only a metal bar separating the beds.

"Please.. just listen to me! I miss you.. I swear, I'll vote 'X' the next time!" Thanos' annoying voice rang through your ears and no matter how often you told him to leave you alone, he didn't want to understand it. At some point he got annoyed and just walked off himself, sighing and planning to try again next day. With a quiet groan, you let your head fall back against your pillow, Dae-ho watching you the whole time from his side. He felt like it wasn't his place to continue to ask you about the situation when you didn't bring it up yourself, but he was still curios as to why you'd ever be with that guy.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to say something to him next time?"

"No.. It's fine, I can handle it. It's just- complicated, that's all." You were tired, your mind was reeling — People dying was stressful enough and now you had to handle your immature and manipulative ex boyfriend as well. "You don't have to answer this but," Dae-ho tucked some of his hair behind his ears, sitting up so he could properly look at you, "why did you date him? You're too good for him." His little comment made you chuckle, even though he was right and it probably wasn't all that funny. "I don't know.. to be honest, at that time I just felt like I didn't deserve any better."

Dae-ho was appalled by your words, his face scrunching up. How could you even talk about yourself like that? "You do deserve better. You deserve the world." His tone wasn't angry, but definitely a lot firmer than before, showing you that he actually meant what he said. "What?" you asked him, also slowly sitting up now. "I'm serious, you're kind and smart and deserve a better life, a better boyfriend." His words made your heart beat a little faster.

"He doesn't deserve you. I would treat you be-" As soon as Dae-ho noticed what he just said himself, he immediately stopped talking, looking at you with wide eyes. "You would treat me better?" Your voice was laced with amusement, maybe teasing him a little now. That question made him stutter a quiet 'Yeah..' and it was clear how taken aback Dae-ho was from his own words. He didn't want you to know, at least not now. He knew this wasn't an ideal place to develop a crush on a girl he could lose in an instant, but he couldn't control his feelings now, could he?

"A lot better even."

"Then show me.."

[drchucktingle]

I watched the 2004 Klaus Nomi documentary and his story reminded me of how you talk about creativity and being genuine. The interviewees talked about how the first time he performed with the persona Klaus Nomi at a vaudeville-style variety show in NYC in the 70s, everyone was stunned. Several of the people describing this event mentioned how the show was meant to be ironic, everyone was doing nudge-wink joking acts and goofing around, the audience/scene was apparently very cynical, but he got up and took it seriously. He was earnest, he was himself, and after a frozen moment of silence, everyone went crazy.

THANK YOU yes this is very reminiscent of what the journey of my career has been like, and this particular trot makes me very proud. all of the buckaroos who mean a lot to me artistically, from the andys (andy kaufman and andy warhol) to the davids (david byrne and david lynch) have had similar ways from 'strange' outsider to legend.

was talkin with some buds about how i think there is possibly a connection between this and my autism trot. there is a sort of ability to see a path that nobody else takes but say to yourself 'that makes sense to me, i do not really care if nobody else takes this path'. others can be bogged down with the 'right' way of doing something

so really being ridiculed like i have is this beautiful artistic TROJAN HORSE, where initially very few people take you seriously but they still let you in. they let you trot around in their brain for a while and very slowly they start to get it.

i think it also goes to show how much art is in PERCEPTION of the creator (i talk on this a lot already but this is very good example). look at something like SPACE RAPTOR BUTT INVASION getting nominated for hugo award. EVERYONE said some variation of 'this is obviously a joke and making fun of gay people and autistic people and erotica itself' and on and on. buds on the left said this, buds on the right said this. it was VICIOUS. and all the while i said 'no this is real serious art and i am doing something that goes outside of the way you see the medium itself' and that just made people MORE MAD.

but now looking back, when i presently have award winning best selling books from major publishers and so on, it is easier to see that the erotic tingleverse, as a whole, is a valid piece of art and expression that resonates with a lot of people.

really the only thing that changed was the perception of ME as a creator

anyway. i am proud of my art and where i sit in the world of artists. i like being a sort of chaotic queer punk rock force. so i cannot complain really

i will say this though. this is all a PERFECT example of how queer and neurodivergent artists have to go above and beyond to even get basic respect from both the left and the right

the years of saying 'i am serious. i am real' the years of taking vitriol, or being constantly made fun of are PERSONALLY okay with me. i am a tough buckaroo. in a strange way, that story is kind of part of the art in itself. HOWEVER we still have to acknowledge that a straight neurotypical person would NEVER have to constantly prove themselves like i have.

i dream of a world where queer and autistic artists are not harassed by one side and gatekept by the other, and believe it or not i think we are moving in a good direction. there is still a LOT OF WORK to go though

fortunately, i think there are easy ways to help. you can support outsider artists you like by reading or listening or just buying their art and puttin it on your shelf (PREORDER LUCKY DAY BY CHUCK TINGLE HERE). but ALSO, if you are an outsider yourself JUST CREATING IS SO POWERFUL. build and craft and speak your unique way into the universe. FILL THIS SPACE WITH YOUR UNIQUE WAY. THAT is how we prove love is real.

see that path that makes since to you but nobody else is willing to try? take it

[k1mbe3rly]

could you do a fic with a bimbo/bubbly ready, where thanos and nam-gyu are both trying to sleep with her (thinking it'll be easy) but all her focus is on min su or se mi (your pick - or both) and is super giggly and flirty with them (your choice is smut or not)

ouu yess, i started this Saturday morning so im not sure when this would get out cause i was lowkey thinking how i was gonna start ittt😭

Who do you pick? (maybe both👀)

no warnings, pairings: Se-mi, Min-su

i MIGHT do part 2 of this but smut, Se-mi or Min-su, or a threesome ⚠️LMKK⚠️

⚠️short!! sorry😢 i have a lot more ideas with smut 😓⚠️

You caught Thanos and Nam-gyu eye by honeslty just being yourself, you were trying to get by the games but still having a bubbly personality, helping everyone out, and talking to everyone, always smiling after the games or sometimes ever during them if one or two crack a jokes to make these death games less scary, unfortunately, Se-mi and Min-su caught your eye, so obviously you made your move a bit flirting here and there

While you were talking to the both of them you heard a voice, “Ay, señorita~”, you turned around in confusion seeing a purpled hair guy and another guy next to him, you fully turned your body to face them “How about you ditch these losers and come team with us? we’ll keep you nice and safe” he said smirking and eyeing you and down, “And maybe a bit of.. fun while we at it?” His friend chimed in, you chucked “Uh.. and yall are?” you said crossing your arms, “The LEGEND thanos. but for you, you can call me ‘daddy’” he said raising his eyebrows up and down “And this, this is my friend Nam-Su!” he said slapping his friend chest a bit “Dude…it’s Nam-Gyu.” he said staring at him and slight lung throwing his head back, “Nam-gyu, Nam-su, same shit” Thanos corrected, your stared blankly at them both

“So, what do you say baby girl? wanna come join us? maybe in bed.. or the bathrooms?” Nam gyu said nodding his head at you “Uh well maybe not.. soo sorry boys” you said smiling at them, “What? well fuck you slut!” Nam gyu quickly said as Thanos slapped his chest “Dude..i got this, i’m a great convincer” he said whispering to him, Nam gyu just nodded, “Cmon señorita~ it’ll be fun, i’ll even let you take control and anything you know what i’m saying?” thanos said “Between me and you, yea i feel the power, to me your my beauty flower” he said winking at you as he did some rap rhyme, you stared at him, looking back at min-su and se-mi you chuckled a bit, you turned back at them

“Sorry..not interested” you said lowly, “Ah shit.. let’s get out here” Thanos said as he basically dragged Nam gyu with him in embarrassment

You laughed a bit and finally faced your attention to Se-mi and Min-su “Wow, seems like you’ve got almost everyone wrapped around your finger huh?” Se-mi said sounding almost jealous, you shrugged “I mean i wouldn’t say that, besides it’s not like i’m interested in them” you simply said sitting on the stairs, “Yea? whys that?” She said back, “Just not my type, or they didn’t catch my eyes, either way, someone already catched my eye” you said back looking at Se-mi, making direct eye contact with her than looked towards Min-su winking at him as he let out a small gasp and looked away

You chuckled, “What? your into Min-su?” Se-mi said frowning a bit, “I didn’t say that directly. Many people could catch my eye you know” you said leaning into her and slightly rubbing her thigh a bit, she raised an eyebrow at you and smirked she hummed, “5 minutes until lights out” The speaker went off, you got up “Well..ima start heading to bed, let’s go Min-Su” you said motioning him, since yalls bed were next to eachother, Min- su quickly got up obediently and followed, you begin walking and looked back at se-mi and smirked.

[mioakem]

If you’re able would you be down to summarize some of the notable bits of the stream? Don’t wanna give Dream’s stream more views :P and I also don’t have twitter

(If not the vibe then no worries! Thank u for all ur service in the mcyt drama wars 🙏)

ofc i can!

so basically hes just going through tubbos stream from earlier and nitpicking it

he starts by talking about how tommy used to joke about dream being a pedo (when he was 16 btw) and shows a super long text he sent to tommy saying how he doesn’t like it and doesn’t think it’s nice to do that.

then he talks about the qsmp/usmp thing. he said that tommy really wanted to join the usmp and apparently said “fuck quackity” (has no evidence of that) and then says how he stopped being friends with tommy when he dropped the “if youtubers were honest” video. he goes on a whole rant saying how tommy is fake and how he’s lying to everyone and then he starts shit talking tommy’s mom cause she was defending tommy on twitter. he shows the huge dm he sent to sarah (which was basically just saying that he’s upset that she’s active on twitter and defending her son). he says some more things about tommy, saying that he’s “on his knees” for quackity and also said that he wouldn’t be doing this if w*lbur was in dreams place

he then goes into the logan paul situation and, as expected, shit talks tommy for being friendly with him when he was 16. he starts saying that tommy just likes to start drama to get attention.

finally he gets into the mizkif situation and again says that tommy is just trying to start drama. Then he goes on a whole politics rant about xqc or whatever the fuck his name is and saying that his opinions on trump dont matter cause he’s canadian? he then says that his own opinions on trump don’t matter and that he doesn’t talk about politics cause he’s not a politics streamer. then he addresses the r slur and to summarize it he basically just said “how come nicholas cantu can say a slur but not me”. he gets super mad when that jack and harry found the nicholas cantù thing funny purely because they don’t like dream.

he also talks about the philza tweet and says that he never ever took credit for other people’s success while in the same breath saying that he shined a spotlight on creators during the dream smp. he also says that he gained absolutely nothing from the dsmp and that “1% of his subs are from dsmp”

he starts going off about aimsey and says that he thought that she was the one who set off the whole caitibugs in an attempt to cancel dream and george (she didn’t caiti was literally speaking out abt george groping her and dream covered it up)

that’s about it after that it’s basically just a long coke rant about practically nothing, i’ll def update if anything else happens in the stream but rn he’s just going insane lol

[wlwsoccerfics]

Hidden Love(GeorgiaStanwayXWilliamsonReader)

Warnings: mentions of minor s*xual activity, it's mentioned that things get heated.

Summary: Trying to hide your relationship with Georgia from the other lionesses & your sister doesn't go as planned.

Your Bayern Munich teammates knew. Things were easier over there. It wasn't like you thought your teammates in England wouldn't understand or Support the two of you. Because they for sure would. But they have known both of you for so long. Much longer then the FC Bayern girls. So the other lionesses were quite protective & you were quite sure If they knew they would watch you guys like Hawks to make sure you wouldn't Break eachothers hearts and you two wouldn't get much alone time because in their minds the two of you are still teenagers.

When you reached the Hotel for national camp you and Georgia were greeted by Alessia, Leah and Beth "Baby Williamson!G!"Beth said and pulled you both in for a hug. The two of you hugged her back. "Hey Bethy, hi lessi and hey Sis!" You replied and hugged Alessia after Beth let go of you. Then you moved over to your Sister. "I am so glad to have you back!" Leah told you, which made you smile a little. "Let's see and wait how long this is gonna be the Case for!" You replied jokingly. "Careful or we sent you back to Munich!" Leah warned you but it of course was just a joke as well. "So G? How is your Dating Life going?" Alessia asked and you glance over to your girlfriend seeing how she was trying to form some words. "Uh...uh it's not going at all! I am single!" she managed to get out. Blushing a bit. She was not a very good liar. "Oh my...there is someone i can tell!" Lessi answered with a grin. "Do you know more about who she is seeing?" Beth asked you. Damn things were going the wrong way so fast. 'yes she is seeing me' you thought to yourself but of course you didn't say that. "No idea. She wouldn't have time to see anyone! We work out alot over there and are hanging out with the team, cooking dinner or going Out as a Team to do whatever! So no time to meet anyone to Date!" You let them know. G glancing over at you and you glance at her which Lessi did notice but she decided Not to say anything and just keep a watchful eye on the two of you cause she could totally tell something was going on.

After you talked for a bit you went to your room. You were sharing with Keira. Pretty sure that was so you won't get in trouble. Georgia was sharing with your Sister. Out of all people. Keira was basically like a big sister to you as well. You did ask yourself for a moment why Leah & Keira didn't share a room since they are besties. But you decided not to question it for now.

"So Baby Williamson, anything interesting happened over there? Hookups? Scandals?" Keira asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Why are you all so interested in what happens in Munich dating wise?" You wanted to know. Keira chuckled softly but she was a bit nervous which you found weird. "Just interested in your Life, you are basically my little sister." Which was true cause she was so close with Leah and the two always were protective of you.

At the same time with Leah & Georgia...

Georgia was unpacking her stuff. "So y/n really didn't meet anyone over there? Cause i am thinking about setting her up with my Friends sister!" She spoke up, making sure to carefully watch Georgias reaction. Your girlfriend really tried her best to not scream out how bad of an Idea this was. "Are you sure she wants that? she told me she likes being single!" Georgia let your sister know. She for sure would tell you about that.

Dinner time came a few hours later. You didn't have one single second of time alone with georgia from the moment you got to Camp today. So you were quite thankful when the Team Dinner was over and you could go back to your room. Claiming you wanted to rest. Georgia told everyone she wasn't feeling well and wanted to sleep it off. The Rest of the Team went out to go Bowling. when they were gone you and Georgia met up in her room."your sister wants to Set You Up with someone!" She let you know. "Gonna give her a piece of my mind about that later! Let's not think about Le right now!" You pulled her close and kissed her. "It only has been a few hours but i missed you and your lips already!" She told you in between kisses. "I know what you mean i missed you as well!" You replied, only pulling away from her to take off your shirt. She watched you throw your Shirt onto the floor, before her eyes went back to you. "I am so lucky!" She breathed out. Staring at you. "You are! But so am i!" You told her, the Williamson confidence showing it's presence. She grinned softly and took her own shirt off.

Quickly things got really heated, spending some very passionate Moments with one another. After that you moved from the bed to the bathroom of the hotel room. Enjoying a hot shower together.

The two of you had no idea that Leah had just returned to her room. The room she was sharing with Georgia. Aka the room you were in. She wasn't alone though. No she was with Lucy, Beth, Keira and Alessia. Leah just wanted to grab her Phone charger and Go to the gaming room with the rest. Plus they wanted to Check in on Georgia. Since she claimed she wasn't feeling well. Alessia noticed the clothes on the floor. "Looks like she isn't alone!" Lessi whispered out, pointing to your and Georgias clothes on the floor. Beth realized that the clothes belonged to you. "Oh my god! We were right! Those are Baby Williamsons clothes!" She answered. Leah now realized that as well. "Told you i knew there was something up when i facetimed her and noticed one of Georgias Hoodies in a Corner of her room." Leah replied and laughed softly. The two of you walked out with only towels wrapped around you and her. Joking around when you you noticed your sister and teammates standing there. "Looks like y/n took good care of you, Georgia! You Look Like you feel so much more alive!" Leah said with a soft smirk. Beth grinned softly. "We suspected something was going on between the two of you! So we tried to keep an eye on both of you." She stated. "Exactly! Which is why Keira was your roommate and Leah was yours Georgia!" Alessia explained. Both of you were still staring at them, not having said a single word. "I thought this was weird!" You finally told them. "We didn't tell you because you Guys are always so protective of us! And we didn't want you to treat us like children that are not allowed to kiss and stuff!" Georgia explained. "Yes to what my girlfriend just said!" You reply. Looking at them. "Okay fair...but really we are Happy for you! But If either one of you Breaks the other ones Heart we will kick some Butt!" Keira answered. "Agreed!" Lucy stated. "So G, looks Like the two of us have to have a serious talk about your intentions with my sister!" Leah told Georgia. "Leah!" You warned your sister. "I am joking!" Your sister replied.

You two ended up joining the rest of the Team and telling them about your relationship. They all were Happy for you and Georgia. But you still weren't allowed to Switch roommates cause it could possible be a distraction If you two would share a room.

[revelboo]

maybe it's just bc i ordered mine insanely late into the year, but i didn't experience any joint fragility on my gold blokee prowl. especially when i fucked up his arm and had to use my teeth to pry the joint loose. good GOD.

he was my test subject tbh (please ignore alpha trion dead on the ground. he's just sleeping)

I assembled Starscream and decided the rest were staying in the box, those joints are awful

Stand Too Close Pt 13

Prowl x Reader

• You’re curled up on your side when he finally gives up and returns to face your anger. Walking over, he lays his palms against the surface and leans to study your face. Spark aching at how peaceful you look. Are you really asleep or pretending so he’ll leave you alone? Venting, he scoops up you and your blankets and your head comes up, hair mussed and alarmed until you realize it’s him and then you just scowl. “Put me back. I was fine,” you demand, smacking a little palm against his hand as he ignores your anger and carries you to his berth. Cupping you against his chassis as he lay back, he also ignores when you kick his servos. “Prowl, I mean it.”

• He’s ignoring you as he lays back, servos keeping you pinned in place. Pretending he doesn’t notice your anger or just not caring. “You were cold,” he says. “You’re always cold.” Face heating as he lays his head back, optics shuttering. Because he’s not talking about temperature. Jaw clenched, you glare at his face. How dare he? Of course he’s going to pull this now. It’s your own fault for letting your guard down around him, for starting to almost like the guy. Forgetting what a jerk he is.

• “I’m cold. Look who’s talking.” Squinting down at your angry tone, he vents at you, warm air stirring your hair. “I’m not the one hiding who I am. Scared that if I get angry people won’t like me anymore.” Knows you’re trying to hurt him because you’re angry and he’s there. An easy target. But your words still cut him to the spark.

• “Is that what you think I’m doing?” He murmurs as you glare. A servo slides up your spine to rest against the back of your neck. “I enjoy this between us. The fragging. But I want more than that and if everything else is something I have to earn, then fine.” Like he deserves anything more from you. Those icy optics flick down to you, warming some as he smiles that stupid, crooked smile that makes him seem approachable. Handsome.

• Watches you twist against him, curling up on his chassis with your back to him. Denying him those angry eyes he loves. And he tells himself that it’s fine. That he doesn’t need more. That for now, this is enough. Maybe you’ll start thawing and smile for him again, joke with him, but it’s always going to be there between you isn’t it? That he took you from your life, took all of your choices away. And that he understands, because the war did the same to him. All of his hopes and dreams just gone as soon as he’d been dragged into the conflict, choosing a side. You’ll smile again, even if deep down you still resent him. Hate him. Optics shuttering, he realizes there’s only one way forward. To do what’s best for you even if it’s not what he wants.

Previous

[mangobubbletea7]

Can I also say that often, the women of the DSMP would often get way more criticism than the male creators would get.

We had Hannah getting attacked for saying “sus” in her stream title because she was doing “cultural appropriation” when it had been an internet wide meme for months and many of the men on the server made the same exact jokes. Then when she got upset because she had just been trying to mess around on the server for a fun stream, people accused her of “using white women’s tears” … She got criticized for winning the elytra wings for I don’t even remember what reasoning.

We had Niki cut out of the main plot for months when Wilbur basically just forgot about her character and when she finally carved out her own niche in the story, her character got visceral hate for months because she was playing a role against Tommy and trying to help create conflict for the story. ALSO PEOPLE ARE LITERALLY STILL MISSPELLING HER NAME TO THIS DAY. HER NAME IS 4 LETTERS LONG AND WE ARE THE FANDOM THAT LEARNED HOW TO SPELL L’MANBURG

We had Puffy blowing up Tommy’s house because he took down L’Targay, and then people Freaked Out about it because a few lines had been said about her being his therapist and because his character was still in conflict with Dream, Puffy was being evil to him and apparently no one else was allowed to do any kind of conflict with Tommy because of it. Another time Tommy was stirring up some conflict and stole Puffy’s axe and of course because she didn’t just let him have the axe (which wouldn’t have been good content) she got criticized. Because she was a therapist, if she ever treated Tommy with anything but perfect kid gloves, she got actual hate. We’re not even talking about how her character was SO often just reduced to “caring motherly therapist” when if you watched her for any amount of time you knew that she was chaotic as all hell and nothing like that.

[lvnleah]

out of the shadows | steph catley.

you end up falling in love with your sister’s best friend.

You had always been the quiet one. Growing up with Beth, you often felt like you were in the shadow of her bubbly, outgoing personality. She had no problem making friends, and people flocked to her naturally.

As for you, you were happy staying behind the scenes, organizing Arsenal’s media content, capturing those moments the world would never see. You were proud of the work you did, but it had always been your place to stay unnoticed and you didn’t mind it.

Although there was Steph and you didn’t mind if she noticed you.

Steph was your sister’s best friend, a bubbly, infectious presence on and off the field. She was everything you weren’t — confident, outgoing, and always pushing you to come out of your shell. At first, you resisted. You were fine, just the way you were, right?

But over time, Steph’s warmth and kindness began to break down those walls. It started with small things — a cup of coffee after a long day or sharing a laugh over a silly joke. She always seemed to know when you were feeling down or needed someone to talk to. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself getting closer to her, though you were still unsure how to handle it. How could you, the shy one, handle the way she made your heart race every time she smiled at you?

The real turning point came one evening when the team celebrated a big win at a bar nearby. You were nervous, unsure about being around the team, and not used to such attention. But Steph, as always, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“You’re coming,” she insisted, her hand on your arm as she gently guided you out of your quiet corner.

“I really don’t know,” you started, but she was already pulling you toward the door.

“Trust me. You’re going to love it,” she said with that playful grin of hers, which made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t say no to her, and before you knew it, you were surrounded by the loud chatter and laughter of your teammates.

At first, you stuck close to Steph or Beth, quietly nursing a drink and listening to the conversations around you. Steph was a calming presence, always ready to include you, to make sure you felt welcome.

“You doing okay?” Steph leaned in, her voice soft as she placed a hand on your arm.

You nodded, feeling more relaxed than you had expected. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for dragging me out here.”

She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “It’s my job to drag you out of your shell.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s working.”

“Hey, if you ever want to get out of here and just… do something quiet, you know where to find me, right?” Steph asked, her tone light but her eyes sincere.

You nodded quickly. “I’d like that.”

And that was how it started. Over the next few weeks, you spent more time with Steph, and little by little, you felt yourself relaxing in her presence. She had a way of making you feel seen, heard, and important — things you weren’t used to. She was patient, and kind, and always pushed you to be just a little braver than you were the day before.

One evening, Steph showed up at your apartment, a big smile on her face as she held up two pizza boxes. “I brought dinner,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You raised an eyebrow. “Pizza?”

“Yep. Thought we could have a night in, just the two of us. Watch some movies, eat pizza, and relax.” She set the boxes on the counter, her eyes twinkling as she added, “Sound good?”

You smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

The night passed in a haze of laughter, shared stories, and the comfort of each other’s presence. After the third slice of pizza, you and Steph found yourselves on the couch, the evening winding down. Steph was talking about her latest practice when you felt her gaze on you, her eyes searching yours. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in your chest.

“Y/N,” Steph said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. You turned back to her, only to find her face inches from yours. “I… I really like you.”

The words sent a jolt through your body, and you felt your cheeks burn with warmth. “Steph, I…”

Before you could say anything, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You froze for a moment, shock coursing through you, but then it all came rushing in — the warmth, the sweetness, the way her touch made everything else fade away.

When you pulled away, your heart was racing. Steph’s eyes were soft, searching yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” she admitted, her voice low, almost shy. “I didn’t know if you felt the same way.”

You took a deep breath, still trying to process the kiss, and nodded. “I do. I really do.”

Steph smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and relief. “Good. Because I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone. And I want to see where this goes.”

You smiled back, your heart swelling with a mix of joy and nervous excitement. “Me too.”

For the next few months, you and Steph kept your budding relationship a secret. It wasn’t that you were ashamed; it was just complicated. You didn’t know how Beth would react, and you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship with her. So, you sneaked around, enjoying quiet moments together whenever you could — secret hand-holding, stolen kisses, and whispered confessions when no one was around.

But as much as you tried to keep things low-key, the team started to pick up on the little things. The way Steph’s eyes softened whenever she looked at you, how she always made sure you were included, or how you’d find yourself laughing at something she said when no one else was around. The team, always protective of you, began to notice how much more relaxed and happy you seemed whenever Steph was around.

One afternoon, after a team training session, you and Steph were walking out of the training ground, talking and laughing as usual. You were in your own little world, her hand lightly brushing yours. Neither of you noticed the figure watching from a distance until Beth’s voice rang out, cutting through the air.

“Well, well, well,” she said, her tone both teasing and surprised. You turned, your heart skipping a beat as you realized that Beth had seen everything.

“You two,” Beth said, crossing her arms, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “What’s going on here?”

You felt your face flush. “Beth, I…”

Beth’s eyes widened in realization. “Wait, seriously?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. We didn’t know how to tell you.”

Beth shook her head, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “I swear, you two are impossible. I could tell something was going on, but I wasn’t sure. I’m happy for you both, though. Really.”

You sighed in relief. “You’re okay with it?”

Beth shrugged. “Of course, I am. I just wish you’d told me sooner. I don't want you to be scared to tell me stuff, you know?”

Steph chuckled. “We weren’t trying to keep it from you. We just didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Beth laughed, stepping forward to hug both of you. “You two are adorable. Just… don’t be too sneaky from now on, alright?”

As the months passed, your relationship with Steph only grew stronger. She brought you out of your shell in ways you never thought possible. You found yourself more confident, more open, and more willing to embrace the spotlight that had always felt so out of reach. And through it all, Steph was right by your side, always supportive, always kind, and always making you feel like you were enough.

[abitchyturtle]

How does something you don't even care about wind up living so rent-free in your head, Lily? You couldn't keep Steven Universe out of your mouth for years and made several videos on it, despite trying to claim that you didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Oh wait, I know. Because the show was popular at the time, and smearing it and attempting to defame Rebecca Sugar would get you a lot of views.

Yeah. That's it.

You literally started pretty much an entire all out internet war against Steven Universe and Sugar ( And don't tell me she wasn't responsible for it. She would sit there actively encouraging it and interacting with people complaining about Sugar. She knew what she was doing. ), you knew it, and you literally didn't even give care because you could sit there on your throne while people brought up your awful two hour long video full of misinformation and insanity.

It's the one video that turned me away from your content, despite the fact that everyone else seemed to be on board with it. I told myself that, amongst the other things that were wrong with this video, the overarching problem is that you clearly didn't watch it.

I was right.

That intro she used to use for her videos of Peter from Family Guy going ' Give me money' was not really a joke. That's how she views her fans and her audience.

It's sad, and it's honestly even sadder that people take her opinion so seriously when this is how she views the material she 'reviews'.

Lily just admitted that she never watched Steven Universe, she only covered it because it was on while she was covering MLP.

[buzzinrusso]

Disapproved love

You sat in the car outside the stadium, the keys dangling limply from the ignition. The hum of the world outside—distant chatter, the occasional roar of a car engine—felt muted, like it wasn’t real. Patri was inside with her teammates, probably laughing and joking about the game like they always did.

You wished you could be part of that world, but you knew better.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried. You’d spent months showing up to their dinners, cheering at their matches, and doing everything you could to blend in. But no matter what you did, you always felt like an outsider. Like you weren’t enough.

You reached into your bag and pulled out your sketchbook, flipping to the page where you’d drawn your latest Caitlyn cosplay design. The character had always been one of your favorites—strong, intelligent, and fiercely loyal. Everything you wanted to be but didn’t feel like.

Lately, even your cosplays couldn’t give you that spark of confidence they once did. How could they, when Patri’s teammates constantly made you feel small?

You clenched the sketchbook tighter, your chest aching with a mix of frustration and sadness. How much longer could you keep pretending it didn’t hurt?

--

It had started weeks ago, at another team dinner. You were seated beside Patri, the table filled with laughter and conversation. You’d thought, for once, that the evening was going well.

Then Claudia spoke.

“So, y/n,” she said, her tone sugary sweet in a way that set your nerves on edge. “How’s the... dress-up business going?”

You froze, heat creeping up your neck. “It’s not dress-up. I’m a cosplayer. I design and make costumes based on characters from games and shows.”

“Oh, right,” Claudia said, smirking. “And people actually pay you for that?”

“Claudia,” Patri warned, her voice low.

“What?” Claudia said, feigning innocence. “I’m just curious. It’s not exactly a real job, is it?”

Your stomach churned. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat.

“well, she works harder than most people I know,” Patri said, her jaw tight.

“Relax, Pat,” Mapi said, waving a hand dismissively. “She knows we’re joking.”

But they weren’t. You could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on you, stealing the air from your lungs.

That night, you cried in the shower, letting the water mask your tears. Patri had held you afterward, whispering reassurances, but the damage was already done.

Another situation that made you feel bad was one night at a post match party / dinner.

It started as a faint unease. At first, you told yourself you were imagining things. Patri’s teammates weren’t outright rude; they never said anything overtly cruel to your face. But their disinterest in you was palpable, like an invisible wall you couldn’t break through no matter how hard you tried.

You began to notice the subtle ways they excluded you. At team dinners, the conversations would shift to inside jokes and stories you weren’t a part of. When you tried to contribute, they’d either politely nod or continue talking as if you hadn’t spoken.

Once, at a post-match party, you’d decided to wear one of your more subtle cosplay-inspired outfits. It was a casual homage to one of Caitlyn’s looks—just a hat, a sleek blazer, and a few accessories that hinted at the character without being over the top. You’d hoped it might spark a conversation, a way to connect with them.

But when you arrived, Claudia had smirked and whispered something to Alexia. The two of them burst into quiet laughter, their eyes darting toward you. You didn’t need to hear what they said to know it wasn’t kind.

“Nice hat,” Mapi had commented later, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

You forced a smile. “Thanks. It’s inspired by Caitlyn from Arcane.”

“Right,” Mapi said, raising an eyebrow. “The cartoon cop.”

“It’s not a cartoon,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s an animated series with complex characters and a really compelling story.”

But she wasn’t listening. She’d already turned back to Claudia, dismissing you with a wave of her hand.

Patri had been on the other side of the room, deep in conversation with her coach. You didn’t want to interrupt, so you swallowed the lump in your throat and found a quiet corner to sit in for the rest of the night.

---

The little moments added up, chipping away at your confidence bit by bit.

One afternoon, you arrived early to pick up Patri after practice. You parked outside the training ground, scrolling through your phone while you waited. The windows were down, and you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation happening nearby.

“I don’t get it,” Claudia was saying. “What does Patri even see in her?”

“She’s pretty,” Cata offered, though her tone wasn’t particularly kind.

“Sure, but she’s not exactly... grounded, is she?�� Claudia replied. “I mean, cosplaying? Who even does that for a living?”

You gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white.

“She’s so clingy,” Alexia added. “Always hanging around like she belongs here.”

“She’s a distraction,” Mapi said bluntly. “Patri could do so much better.”

You sat frozen in the car, every word sinking into your skin like tiny barbs. They hadn’t even tried to lower their voices.

---

The worst part was that you couldn’t tell Patri. Not really.

How could you bring it up without making things harder for her? She already had enough on her plate with her demanding schedule, the pressure of the sport, and the endless scrutiny that came with being a professional athlete. You didn’t want to add to that burden.

So, you kept it to yourself.

You stopped wearing cosplay-inspired outfits to team events, opting for neutral, nondescript clothes instead. You avoided lingering at practices, making sure to arrive just as Patri was finishing up so you wouldn’t have to interact with her teammates.

You even started turning down invitations to post-match dinners, claiming you were busy with work. It wasn’t entirely a lie—you were busy. But you also couldn’t bear the thought of sitting through another evening of veiled insults and cold shoulders.

Patri noticed, of course.

“Are you okay?” she asked one night as the two of you lay in bed.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”

She didn’t press, but you could see the worry in her eyes. It made you feel guilty, knowing she could sense your unhappiness but not knowing how to fix it without driving a wedge between her and her team.

---

The turning point came during one of your solo convention trips. You’d traveled to a city a few hours away to debut a new Caitlyn cosplay and another cosplay that you were really well known for on social media. The event had been a success—you’d won a craftsmanship award, taken dozens of photos with fans, and even made some new connections for future commissions.

But when you returned home, your excitement quickly faded.

Patri was sitting on the couch, her phone in hand. She looked up and smiled when you walked in, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Hey,” she said. “How was the convention?”

“It was great,” you said, trying to sound upbeat. “I won an award for the Caitlyn costume.”

“That’s amazing!” she said, standing to hug you.

But you couldn’t ignore the tension in her posture or the way her smile faltered when she pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your heart sinking.

She hesitated, her hands fidgeting at her sides. “The team said some things today. About... us.”

You swallowed hard. “What kind of things?”

“They think I’m distracted,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “That I’m not focused enough on football because of our relationship.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You opened your mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

“I told them they were wrong,” she added quickly. “But... I don’t know, y/n. Maybe they’re right.”

The admission was like a knife to the chest. For weeks, you’d been trying to shield Patri from the negativity surrounding your relationship, but now it felt like you were the one dragging her down.

“Do you really think that?” you asked, your voice trembling.

She hesitated again, and that hesitation spoke louder than any words could.

That night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were losing her. And maybe—just maybe—it was your fault.

---

The coffee shop was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. You sat in a corner booth, nursing a lukewarm cappuccino as your two best friends, Jade and Anya, sat across from you. Both were fellow cosplayers and some of the few people who truly understood your world.

Jade leaned back in her chair, her vibrant pink wig catching the soft light. She was mid-way through perfecting her cosplay of Vi from Arcane and never missed an opportunity to stay in character. Anya, in contrast, was dressed casually, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose braid, but her energy was no less animated as she munched on a cookie.

“So, how’s Caitlyn coming along?” Anya asked, her tone bright.

You hesitated, twirling your spoon in the remnants of your coffee. “It’s done. I debuted it at a con last week.”

“And?” Jade pressed, her eyebrows lifting.

“I won a craftsmanship award,” you said with a faint smile.

“Hell yes, you did!” Jade cheered, clapping her hands together. “That costume is a masterpiece. You’re a genius with those details.”

“Thanks,” you said, the corners of your mouth twitching upward.

Anya narrowed her eyes, leaning forward. “Okay, what’s up? You should be glowing right now, but you look like someone just told you that jinx died.”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping. “It’s not about the cosplay. It’s... everything else.”

“Let me guess,” Jade said, crossing her arms. “The football team.”

You nodded, feeling the familiar sting of tears. “They hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Anya said gently, though her tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

“They do,” you insisted, your voice cracking. “They think I’m a joke. They think Patri deserves someone... better.”

Jade frowned, her expression darkening. “Better? Are they blind? You’re brilliant. You run your own business, you’re insanely talented, and you’re, like, one of the nicest people I know. What more do they want?”

“They want someone who fits into their world,” you said bitterly. “Someone who understands football and doesn’t make them look bad.”

“Make them look bad?” Anya repeated, her tone sharp. “How could you possibly—”

“They don’t take cosplaying seriously,” you interrupted, your words spilling out in a rush. “They think it’s childish or silly or not a real job. And because of that, they don’t take me seriously. They think I’m distracting Patri, and they keep telling her to break up with me.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jade said, her voice rising. “That’s so messed up. Does Patri know how awful they’re being?”

“She knows,” you admitted, staring down at your coffee. “But I don’t think she knows how much it’s affecting me. And the worst part is, I feel like they’re starting to get to her.”

“What do you mean?” Anya asked, concern etched on her face.

“She said they think she’s distracted,” you said, your voice trembling. “And that maybe they’re right. I don’t know... maybe she is better off without me.”

Jade slammed her hand on the table, making the cups rattle. “No. Don’t you dare go down that road, y/n. This isn’t about you not being enough—it’s about them being insecure and narrow-minded.”

Anya reached across the table, squeezing your hand. “Patri loves you. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, y/n. Don’t let them make you doubt that.”

You sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. “I just feel so... alone. I don’t belong in their world, and it’s like no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough for them.”

“You don’t need to belong in their world,” Jade said fiercely. “You belong in your world. And if they can’t see how amazing you are, that’s their problem—not yours.”

“But what if Patri can’t keep fighting for me?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“She will,” Anya said with certainty. “She’s stronger than you think. And if she doesn’t fight for you, then she’s not the right one for you. But I don’t think that’s the case. She loves you, y/n. You just need to hold on and trust her.”

Jade leaned forward, her violet eyes blazing with determination. “And if those teammates of hers keep giving you grief, you let me know. I’ll show up in full Vi gear and scare the crap out of them.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. “Thanks, Jade. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Anya smiled softly. “You’re not alone, babes. You have us. And no matter what happens, we’ll always have your back.”

Their words were a balm to your wounded heart. For the first time in days, you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed.

The comments didn’t stop after that. They just became quieter, more insidious.

“She’s so clingy,” you overheard Alexia say one evening when you arrived at the training ground to pick up Patri. “Always hanging around like a shadow.”

“She doesn’t get this life,” Cata had added. “She’s just going to hold Patri back.”

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting the urge to storm over and defend yourself.

The worst part was that you could see how their words affected Patri. She became quieter around them whenever you were present, like she was caught in the middle of an invisible tug-of-war. And every time she chose not to speak up, it felt like another crack in your heart.

---

It all came to a head after one of Patri’s matches. The game had been brutal, and Patri was clearly frustrated as she walked toward the car. You waited for her with a tentative smile, hoping to offer some comfort.

But when she climbed into the passenger seat, her face was stormy.

“Hey,” you said softly. “Rough game?”

“Yeah,” she muttered, staring out the window.

The silence stretched between you as you drove, tension thick in the air. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“The team thinks I’m distracted,” she said, her voice tight.

“Distracted by what?” you asked, though deep down, you already knew.

She hesitated, and that hesitation shattered you. “By me,” you whispered.

Patri sighed, rubbing her temples. “They don’t understand, Cara. They think... they think I can’t balance my career and our relationship.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your hands tightened on the steering wheel as tears blurred your vision.

“Do you think that too?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Of course not,” she said, but her tone lacked conviction.

The doubt in her voice cut deeper than anything her teammates had ever said. You felt your chest tighten, the weight of months of judgment and insecurity threatening to crush you.

“Maybe they’re right,” you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “Maybe you’d be better off without me.”

“Don’t say that,” Patri said, turning to look at you.

“Why not?” you snapped, your voice cracking. “It’s what they want, isn’t it? Maybe it’s what you want too.”

“That’s not true,” Patri said, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe her.

You pulled the car over and buried your face in your hands, finally letting the tears fall. “I can’t keep doing this, Patri. I can’t keep feeling like I’m not good enough for you.”

---

The next morning, Patri arrived at the training ground with a fire in her eyes. She found her teammates in the locker room, laughing and chatting as if nothing was wrong.

“We need to talk,” she said, her voice sharp enough to cut through the noise.

The room fell silent as they turned to look at her.

“What’s up?” Mapi asked, frowning.

“It’s about y/n,” Patri said, crossing her arms. “I know what you’ve been saying about her. I’ve heard the comments, the whispers behind her back. And it stops now.”

“Patri, come on,” Claudia said, rolling her eyes. “We’re just looking out for you.”

“Looking out for me?” Patri repeated, her voice rising. “By tearing down the person I love? By making her feel like she’s not good enough? Do you have any idea how much you’ve hurt her?”

“She’s not cut out for this life,” Alexia said, her tone defensive.

“She’s cut out for more than any of you will ever understand,” Patri shot back. “Do you know how hard she works? The hours she spends perfecting every detail of her cosplays? The way she brings characters to life in a way no one else can? That takes more dedication than most people have.”

“She’s a distraction,” Claudia said stubbornly.

“No,” Patri said firmly. “She’s my anchor. And if you can’t respect her, then you don’t respect me.”

---

Later that day, you sat in your workshop, surrounded by the pieces of your many cosplays. The hat sat in your lap, its intricate embroidery, a testament to hours of painstaking work. But no matter how beautiful it was, it couldn’t fill the hollow ache inside you.

You were startled when the door opened, and Patri stepped inside.

“Hey,” she said softly, her eyes red like she’d been crying.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

She sat beside you, taking your hands in hers. “I talked to them.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You did?”

“They know how wrong they were,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “I told them that if they can’t respect you, they don’t deserve to be part of my life.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as her words sank in. “You stood up for me?”

“Of course I did,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “You’re the most important person in my life, y/n. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that.”

For the first time in months, the weight on your chest began to lift.

---

In the weeks that followed, things started to change. Patri’s teammates made an effort to include you, to learn about your work and your passions. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

And when you finally debuted your Caitlyn cosplay at a convention, Patri was there in the front row, cheering louder than anyone else.

As you posed for pictures, your eyes met hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you belonged

[whoops-all-jennas]

Look Who's Inside Again pt. 2

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

"Try making faces, try telling jokes, making little sounds."

Summary: Emma Myers is suddenly hired to play a new role in the project, and she's trying to be your wingman.

a/n: I love writing an awkward and shy reader

Part 1. Part 2.

I wake up to the sound of beeping outside my trailer. I dramatically roll over to check the time, grabbing my phone to read 7 am. I plop onto my back, still having another couple hours. The beeping stopped, followed by someone giving some sort of instructions. My curiosity overtakes my desire to stay under my blanket, forcing myself out of bed.

I find myself looking at myself in a full length mirror. I'm wearing an oversized graphic tee and athletic short shorts. I also have the craziest case of bedhair.

I swing open the door to the trailer, forgetting I just woke up and I still have bed hair. I lean outside the doorway, holding onto the wall to keep myself from falling. I see a truck positioning a new trailer next to mine. I see a new face outside, instantly recognizing her as my friend Emma Myers.

The last movie I was in starred Emma Myers as the main lead, I was the lead's roommate. I didn't have many scenes, but that was definitely my the biggest project I've been in before this. I'll still occasionally find posts online about shipping our two characters.

I was lucky that Emma and I instantly hit it off when we met. I can't explain how it was different to this current movies cast, but there's just something so approachable about her.

My quick steps rock the trailer as I hurry to the bathroom. I manage to do as much of my morning routine as possible before the sound of a knock on the door fills the room.

I glance at my reflection one last time, satisfied for the moment, before going to open the door. On the other side I find Emma with a smile on their face.

Emma practically tackles me to the ground in a hug. "Surprise!"

I wrap my arms around her. "Not much of a surprise." I say with a smile. "Kinda difficult not to hear when they're setting up a new trailer."

Emma loosens her embrace with a smile, taking a step back down off the trailer. There's a chunk sound where's Emma's trailer is, causing both of us to turn our head towards the noise.

"Emma!" A voice comes from that direction. "Your trailer is all set."

Emma sticks her arm towards the voice, sticking a thumb up. She turns back to me. "I'll see you soon I gotta." She points with her thumb towards the trailer. "You should come keep me company after you finish getting ready."

"I definitely will." I say with a smile.

I knock on the door to Emma's trailer, seconds later I'm met with her smile on the other side of the door.

"Y/n! Come on in!" She takes a step back, making space for me to pass through.

My first few steps up the stairs slightly shake the trailer. I take a look around before finding a seat. "So does everyone bring string lights?" I ask with a smile while Emma is in the process of hanging more of them.

"Mostly girls." She states after she finishes the last of her decorations. "Most trailers I've seen guys in are barely decorated."

She takes a seat next to me, her body twisted to face me. "So, you been getting along with the crew? I know how you can be with new people."

"It's been okay, Jenna's nice." I say, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact.

"Oh yeah? Jenna's nice?" She says with a smirk.

I manage to bring my eyes back to hers, my eyebrow raised. "What?" I say with confusion lacing my voice.

"Oh nothing." Her smirk strengthens as she readjusts her seating to sit on her knees facing me. "I just remember us having a conversation before about how I was so lucky to work with Jenna in Wednesday. Something about how she's so pretty and cute and gorgeous." She looks up towards the ceiling when she says the adjectives.

My face instantly flushes with a red heat. "I don't know what you're talking about." I state suspiciously fast.

"Omg you so totally like her!" She says too loudly.

My eyes widen slightly as my blush worsens. "I don't! I... I hardly even know her." I turn to the side to avoid facing Emma directly. "And besides, she said in her book-"

"You read her book? that's so cute!" She's practically beaming, confident about my feelings about her now.

I was about to speak until a knocking on the door interrupts me. Emma looks towards the noise. "The door is open!"

The person opens the door, taking a few steps in to reveal Jenna. My face flushes a deeper red at the thought of what she could've heard.

"It seems you're settling in nicely." She says, admiring the decorations.

"I was until this one distracted me." Emma lightly pushed me.

Jenna looks at me for a moment before looking back to Emma. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a walk or something if you were done decorating. You could come along as well Y/n if you'd like"

A mischievous smile finds its way onto Emma's lips. "Unfortunately, this one is distracting me from settling in."

"I assumed you just finish-" I start to speak before Emma interrupts me.

"You should take her away from me, so I can manage to finish decorating." She stands, pulling me up with her before lightly pushing me towards Jenna.

Jenna looks at me with a smile before addressing Emma. "I'll take her off your hands."

Jenna heads to leave the trailer. I hold back a minute to find Emma giving me a wink, causing me to blush again before following Jenna out.

Jenna leads me to a small trail that circles around a pond. The sun glistens off the water along with the reflection of the trees.

We walk on the concrete path side by side, some of my steps an awkward distance to avoid stepping on the cracks. The silence between us is comfortable as we admire the scenery around us.

"So..." Jenna draws out the o. I move my eyes from the water to glance at Jenna before looking away again. "You've read my book?"

I feel my heart rate increase as my face flushes in embarrassment. "You heard that?"

She chuckles. "The walls of the trailer are thin."

I find myself silent for a moment. "Is that okay? That I read your book I mean."

"I don't mind, I mean it's published for a reason." The path starts to lead to a dock by the water.

The sound of our footsteps on concrete transition to footsteps on wood as we near the railing facing the water. I notice ducks swimming across the reflection of trees and clouds.

"Did you hear anything else?" I ask almost in a whisper before resting my hands on the wooden railings, staring at the wavy reflection in the water.

Jenna is silent for a moment, deciding what she should do or say. She rests her hands on the railing as well, the side of her hand coming into contact with mine.

I instinctively pull my hand away until she gently wraps her pinky finger over mine. "I might've heard more." She says with a smile.

I feel my heart jump out of my chest at her words and actions, my face being the only red thing reflecting off the water.

"Is this okay? The touch I mean." She asks looking at me.

I nod without hesitation, tightening my pinky around hers.

She is silent for a moment, looking at me with a cute smile. "You might've said something about how I'm pretty, and cute, and gorgeous."

I find myself sliding down to my knees, covering my face with my left hand. My right hand still in place on the railing with Jenna's and I's pinky's still interlocked.

I feel Jenna look down at me. "I usually try to know the person more before I make any moves like this." Jenna inches her hand closer, slowly starting to cover my hand with hers. "But you know that. You've read my book."

She starts to gently pry my fingers off the railing. "There's something different about you, something authentic." Her fingers find their way around mine, our hands now in the air resting below the railing.

"You're not afraid to be yourself." She pulls me up by our interlocked fingers, causing me to find my way to my feet.

I turn to see Jenna's dark eyes on mine, seeing the reflection of the water within them. I find a new found infatuation in her eyes. She turns to look at the water.

I find my legs shaking at the thought of making any sort of move, wondering where this came from. I take a step closer, our connected hands resting by our sides. I take another awkward step closer till our shoulders touch.

I feel my heart jump out of my chest yet again, as I slowly and gently lower my head to rest on her shoulder.

We found ourselves mesmerized by the ever-changing reflections on the water. I lose my eyes on the reflection of the sun, the closest color on the water to match the hue of my face.

a/n: this was shorter than I expected and definitely unrealistic, but I still hope you enjoyed :)

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Jayvik Headcanons! ٩( ᐛ )( ᐖ )۶

(You can use these for your fics, art or whatever, I don't mind! Tell me or tag me if you do though 'cause I'd love to see it/read it.)

Jayce is naturally good with kids. Viktor is awkward with them, but for some reason the kids love him. They often want touch or try his cane or ask curious questions and their parents deem it as disrespectful, but he always assures them they can and gladly lets them. He also loves to say playful lies like "Actually don't tell anybody this but I've acquired the powers to teleport. I just have to act like a normal human being among the public." Or, better yet, he tells them he's actually an alien. HOWEVER... Viktor hates newborns. He hates when he's forced to cradle them in his arms. Too much slobber, shit and vomit. You can't even talk to them and know there's some kind of understanding between you and them. Jayce, on the other hand, could have a baby shart in his arms and still be like "awww!" He also loves to play with them theatrically.

Viktor is a HUGE Doctor Who fan. It's basically all he ever watches. Jayce is more of a Holiday Movies guy or series with Comedy, Romance or both, especially soap operas, but he was once forced to watched Doctor Who and now he's hooked too.

Jayce is the only one who finds Viktor's dry and dark humor, especially directed at himself, funny. He finds it so refreshing since posh people's humor is extremely boring. Plus, he understands that Viktor would prefer making light of his bad situation to cope and it's not his place to tell him what to joke and not joke about.

Although they mostly lock in and work hard all night in the lab, the sleep deprivation makes them find ANYTHING funny. Sometimes they end up in an endless loop of laughing fits because both of them are so sleep deprived they can't properly say words anymore.

Speaking of, they probably share all their deepest secrets on a whim but don't remember anything the next day, as if they were totally drunk or something.

Also, they cover each other up if they find one of them has fallen asleep. Often times, however, Viktor finds himself magically spawning in his bed. He never thought much about it, figuring he was so exhausted he probably doesn't remember going home, when in reality it was Jayce that carried him home to make sure his body wouldn't be in pain in the morning.

When Viktor is mad at Jayce he abuses that disabled card. Sometimes he publically humiliates him by pretending he's a bad person that doesn't help his disabled friend with anything. In reality, if he tried to pick something that fell for him, he would be met with the smack of his cane.

Speaking of, acts of service is Jayce's way of flirting. He's an extrovert, but he's not confident at all. He never says his feelings first, just acts especially nice towards someone with numerous gifts, praise and help. Viktor thought he was just being ableist.

Again, speaking of, Viktor is more of a words of affirmation guy. However, when they got together, they have scheduled days within the week where Viktor HAS to accept help and be spoiled. He knows its Jayce's love language by now, so, even if he finds it condescending, he's happy to let him have those days to let it all out.

Sometimes Jayce presents Viktor a complex equation because he loves seeing him explain how to solve it. He just loves listening to him yap.

Viktor has a secret passion for astronomy. Can name you every star. Jayce has a secret passion for birdwatching. Can name you every bird. He'd also love falconry. Tbh he adores animals in general.

Viktor despises Astrology. Jayce loves it. He likes to piss him off by saying "You're acting like your sign right now."

Jayce loves pop and reggaeton, meanwhile Viktor thinks classical music is superior to anything else. He especially listens to it because it is scientifically proven it helps with focus. He hates when he wakes up in the morning to him cleaning and blasting El Taxi or something.

Viktor also loves theatre musicals. His favorites are Ride the Cyclone, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He also loves plays like Hamlet or live orchestras.

Jayce is very good at cooking thanks to his mom's teachings. Plus he just really enjoys it. Viktor is the type who finds it a chore and eats only because he has to (he doesn't even do that most days). Jayce often brings extra food when he packs lunch so Viktor can have some too :) he also loves to cook for him.

Jayce is naturally good at dancing. Adores Just Dance and group dances (Viktor always wins Just Dance without even moving his legs). Viktor is naturally good at playing instruments. He likes to focus on what his hands can do so he can feel better about his bad leg.

Jayce loves head massages and scritches. He's a sucker for physical touch. Viktor likes to give him that while he's reading notes or a book.

Jayce is a dog person who has no problems with cats. Viktor is a cat person who kinda hates dogs since they drool all over the place and lick his face.

Viktor never cries, but when he does it's GUT wrenching because of all the bottled up emotions. Jayce, on the other hand, cries for absolutely anything, especially movies. He could see a child with their mom on a random stroll and shed tears saying "they're so happy :("

Ximena (Jayce's mom) adores Viktor. He always tells Jayce to invite him over whenever they can so he can spend less time alone and even encourages him to sleep over. She just can't bare the thought of someone's baby struggling on their own and not being taken care of.

Jayce mostly overthinks when he's trying to fall asleep. The silence is always broken by him spiraling saying things like "do you think I'm annoying?" simply for a stranger not responding after he complimented them or something. The thought of someone hating him drives him insane. He wants to be liked by everyone. People pleaser core.

[fidenciocryptidcreechur]

LMAO i love this

Who takes it seriously:

Malleus,

Sebek (mostly the intent and will scold you for planning and also how it's too soon but does keep the plastic ring),

Silver (very serious with the intent, surprised by the spontaneity, suggests waiting until he's knighted),

Kalim (might actually start prepping stuff immediately, he's very excited but also he wants this done proper plus there's a lot to do now and people to tell)

Low-key Riddle goes here as well but it's because he gets flustered but also he still falls back on those rules and blurts out how there are steps to courtship and engagement and marriage. He's happy and takes it but also he's probably going off about rules and traditions

Who gets very flustered, doesn't necessarily take it seriously but definitely gets the affection:

Azul (send help he's living a romance novel and you're sweet with minimal pay out, will return the favor, his usual motivation of "equal payment" kinda falls flat though because of his grand gesture),

Deuce (guy is very flattered and also doesn't know how to return the gesture but you can be guaranteed he's gonna do something sweet back for you),

Idia (he's going to die of fluster and cute, talks about how he's ready and his charisma level isn't high when, very flustered, flaming pink)

Grumbles about it but will still want the ring and will still take it, likely have it on them or somewhere safe:

Jack (grumbles at you, his big tail is wagging so hard it's about to knock over stuff, probably wears it somewhere on him),

Ace (annoyingly smug and won't shut up about it, takes really good care of the plastic ring, genuinely keeps track of it and carries it, will never shut up about it, very happy),

Jamil (he's very flustered but also he is trying not to get too overwhelmed- trying to avoid by you being silly and teasing, grumbles at you to not play around, still takes it though)

Teases/jokes back, is very happy

Leona (he teases you about it while holding his hand out expectantly, unlikely to have it out and about since his dorm gets rough and he does do a lot so he has it hidden away safe),

Vil Schoenheit (gives some quips but ultimately that boils down to him saying he'll show you the way he would give a gift of promise<- he's just saying he's gonna give something back cause he liked it, keeps the ring somewhere he can see it everyday, likely does wear it when he can)

Jade leech (he's so fucking giggly forever afterwards, teases you about the spontaneity, carries it with him everywhere)

Cater diamond (it goes on his phone with his phone accessories, teases you about it, fully plays out several bits about being married but can get easily flustered at times by his own games)

"Yeah, we're married now" will roll with it and is very happy. They're going to act married now, y'all official couples now

Lilia Vanrouge

Floyd Leech

Rook hunt

All of these guys are very very happy with the sentiment, they're also the guys that are most likely to go with the flow and certainly the type to nearly instantly go along with their feelings if they think it's right or worth it. Very happy to accept the plastic ring and go along with it. Assumes y'all are together honestly.

Sam's shop having one of those gumball machines where you can get a cute little plastic ring, Yuu is there with their fave twst boy and immediately gives the little piece of plastic they got to him and states with a serious face-

"Were married now."

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 21

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty One. 二十

Though you arrived home in plenty of time for dinner, the two of you can't quite manage to make it out of bed for hours more. You nap, and you make love, and it is quite late by the time the two of you finally creep into the kitchen like naughty teenagers who have stayed out past your curfew, wearing nothing but your robes and sly smiles. You find your supper thoughtfully covered in the fridge, and you can just hear Mrs. Wong’s grumbling that undoubtedly accompanied it for her ungrateful charges. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow,” you giggle as you pop the noodle dish in the microwave. 

Donaka raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Are you scared of her wooden spoon?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim, laughing. She’s hit you too hard with it, but everyone in the household scatters when she brandishes it with her voice raised. 

Donaka scoffs. “You should be. I once saw her go after a man twice her size with that thing. She won.” 

The mental image makes you grin. “What? Who? Not you?” 

Aside from being her employer, you’ve noticed Mrs. Wong dotes on him with all the power of an overbearing Chinese mother–and he lets her. It’s actually rather endearing. 

“No,” he confirms with that signature slight smile that ties your heart up in knots. “My father.” 

This surprises you so much that he closes your gaping jaw for you with one long finger hooked under your chin. “You’ll catch flies.” 

“How…?” 

“A long time ago.” 

He can tell that you are practically vibrating with curiosity. Whether to torture you, or because he changes his mind, he tries to distract you by caging you against the island, planting wet kisses along the bend of your neck. It succeeds in making your knees weak–but not in killing your inquisitiveness. 

“Wait–” you plead, your fists in the lapels of his robe, your knees buckling away from his oh so distracting mouth on your skin.

With a growl he hoists you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. “You can’t…just…dangle that in front of me,” you insist between increasingly heated kisses, even as your resolve absolutely starts to crumble under the onslaught. 

“I can’t?” He tugs at the tie of your robe, letting the pretty printed silk gape down to your navel. 

“You…shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because…I want to know you.” 

He runs a possessive touch down the center of your body, between your breasts, down your belly, making you jump as he ends at your center. His dark chuckle goes straight to your clit, making you clench between your legs. 

So much for not defiling the place where you eat… 

“I think we know each other pretty well by now,” he deflects with a smirk. 

“You know what I mean.” You cannot hide the note of sadness in your voice–he always changes directions on you, and if you were smart, you would let him. Talking about things like this is something people who are falling in love do, and you should try to avoid that like the plague. 

You’re failing though. Failing so, so badly. 

“What will you give me if I tell you?” he teases, kissing you in what you think is an attempt to lighten the mood, nipping at your lip playfully. 

You know you must still be drunk on the magic woven earlier–it leaves your mouth before you even think. “I already give you everything, Donaka,” you admit, knowing it's true. Your body, your heart, the story of who you are... “I have nothing left.” 

Maybe it could have saved you, if he’d treated this confession flippantly. Brushed you off, made a joke, proceeded to fuck you silly on his kitchen island–but instead he pins you with one of those piercing dark looks, and you cannot breathe. 

His voice comes flat, when he starts to speak. “When I was small and my father would come home drunk and in a black mood my mother would send us next door to Mrs. Wong’s apartment to get us out of the way, so he wouldn’t be further angered by the sight of his little half-breed bastards. I remember hearing him fighting with my mother through the paper thin walls.” 

You blink up at him, taken aback by the raw truth in this confession–how could his own father be racist against his children? But then, you suppose the traumas of colonialism run deep, and they cut both ways. “Donaka…that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.” 

“Nevermind the fact that he was part Portuguese himself.” 

You can't help but study your lover’s fine features from this close, the sweep of his eyes and his high cheekbones, clocking his exceptional height, doing the genetic math that everyone must inevitably crunch when he reveals the parts of his personal equation. 

Whatever the mix that made the sum total, he certainly won the game of good-looks roulette from all parts across the globe.

“Then why…did he care so much?”

“Because he thought being tied to a gweilo woman was hurting his opportunities for advancement in his organization.” You know that gweilo is a semi-rude word for a white Westerner. “He blamed my mother for his own failings. She was beautiful. I think he felt like his attraction to her made him weak, like she’d played some kind of trick on him.”

“And what…was his organization?” Something about the way he says it…you're afraid you already have an inkling. 

“The 14k Triad.” He lets this sink in for a few moments, watching the shock and inevitable uneasiness settle upon your face. 

“Oh. That’s…wow.” You are quickly trying to put these puzzle pieces together, on this rare occasion in which he’s willing to talk about his past. 

“Everyone in the building was afraid of him. One night he was exceptionally drunk and determined to be rid of us. I think he planned to throw us off the balcony from the twelfth floor. He’d threatened to do it before. He broke into Mrs. Wong’s apartment.”

“Oh God.”

“And she fought him off with a goddamned wooden spoon.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers then fill with tears as this sinks in. Mrs. Wong is all of five feet tall, but there is a ferocity in her that you imagine could be terrifying if totally unleashed. You think of how viciously she must have fought for those two small children that night. Imagining a young Donaka, a little boy with large dark eyes watching all that take place from the sidelines…it tears your heart in two. 

She’d saved his life. And his sister’s.

“And…you have her working in your kitchen still?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, amused that this is what you fixate on. “I take care of those who are mine, y/n. She could retire like a queen any time, but she stays because she wants to. She'll be terrorizing us from the kitchen until she’s one hundred.”

“She loves you.” You hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He closes his eyes, but does not lean in to your touch, or acknowledge your statement with any verbal answer. He’s told you all these things with very little emotion, which you think says something in of itself. 

“Please tell me your mother left after that?”

“My father did. Disappeared without a trace. Mom tried to make ends meet, but in the end she had to take us back to her parents in Toronto.” 

So much for your theory about Canadians... 

“How old were you?” 

“Five.”  

Just old enough to know that what was happening was bad, but not how to make sense of it all. You imagine how scared he must have been that horrible night, and all the ones before. You don’t think he’s telling you this to garner sympathy, but your heart aches for him all the same. You stroke his cheek, tracing his jawline with the blade of your thumb. “I’m so sorry, Donaka. That’s terrible.” 

He merely lifts a single eyebrow, his eyes boring down into you like he is memorizing your every little reaction. “I got my revenge in the end.” 

Something in the way he says it sends a chill down your spine.

“How?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He chuckles darkly. “You would want all the sordid details.” 

“If you’re offering?” 

You find you want to know everything. 

Your morbid curiosity seems to amuse him; there is a glitter in his eyes that was not there before, lightening the mood somehow.

“You’re a bloodthirsty little thing.” 

 The microwave beeps, and Donaka kisses your forehead before setting you back down on the floor, patting you on the rump as he nudges you in the direction of the food. “Some other time, bunny. Let’s eat.”

***

He watches you as you eat your wonton noodles, handling the chopsticks without too much fumbling. He does not feel like telling you after he’s revealed so much already tonight, but this is his favorite meal Mrs. Wong prepares for him. He remembers eating it in her kitchen in Macau all those years ago, and feeling safe from the chaos next door. Even now, it remains a comfort food.

He knows you are still teeming with curiosity, you nosey little thing. You keep looking up at him through your lashes with those big eyes, hoping he will tell you more about his past. 

He has never shared that story with a mistress before. Or much else of a truly personal nature. Sometimes, he would make things up for his own amusement, just to see if they would bite. 

They always did. He was a consummate liar. But for some reason, he's never done that with you. It wasn’t purposeful–but he just never wanted to.

Why did he tell you those things? Maybe he can sympathize with his father after all. He feels as though you’ve cast a spell on him, and he supposes that now since he’s spilled his guts to you, this will be your test to see if you can keep a thing to yourself, or if you will be telling Mei all about it tomorrow. If you show some restraint, maybe he will tell you more. 

It had felt surprisingly good, to reveal his true self to you, though he knows there are some things he can never tell you. 

He thinks about the course of this day with you. He’d been watching you on the cameras, moping around the house, hiding on the floor of the library. You'd become skittish as a mouse, yet with his superior intuition of the human psyche, he sensed you were a ticking time bomb, cowed, but not completely conquered.

It didn’t bring him the satisfaction he thought it would, to see you brought so low. 

He’d devised this day as a little pick-me-up for you–he hadn’t expected to get so caught up in it as well. The delicious triumph he’d felt in the restaurant, when you came back to him all on your own…it was almost better than sex, this confirmation of his power over you.

There would be talk, of course. He was connected to half the people in that restaurant through his clients and their friends and families. He had a reputation as a bachelor; they will be curious who you are, and how you can be used as leverage against him. That is the world he lives in. You have no idea of course, but today was your introduction into Hong Kong society, and he found he was fairly proud of the way you carried yourself in the dining room in your pretty dress and your new hated handbag on your wrist. 

 It amuses him, to think back on your obvious discomfort and loathing for that Birkin bag he’d put in the floorboard for you. 50,000 dollars at your feet, and you’d looked at it like he’d presented you with a dead rat. 

His other mistresses would have gobbled that up and demanded more, in the coquettish way they’d perfected to chisel more worldly goods out of their wealthy patrons. He supposed he couldn’t blame them, but it got so fucking boring after a while. 

But you are a new challenge. You are greedy too, in your way, but for less tangible things. He can thank your narcissistic mother, he thinks, for the way you crave to be liked by difficult people. Perhaps he can thank your aloof father too, for the way you desire to be loved by an older man. 

Well cheers to that, and he thinks he has you well in hand now. 

What he hadn’t expected…was how much he would enjoy your happiness. Your smiles and your sweetness and the veritable hearts in your eyes are like a newfound drug for him, and throughout the day he found himself grasping for more and more. 

He’ll have to watch himself on that. 

It wouldn't do, to become an addict. Yet since the moment you set foot in his house, he’s found himself craving more and more of you. 

Well. 

If he cannot control himself…at least, he can control you. 

Maybe you had marveled at how unfalteringly polite Donaka can be in public, but the fact is that he’d memorized the proper script for appearing human long ago. He does not know if there was always something missing in him, an inherited defect, or if it was cut from him at an early age. Either way, he’s sure the brutality of his father is much to blame. He’s learned to use it to his advantage, but he’s also learned that one must blend in, as a wolf among sheep, to do what you really please in the shadows. 

You must put them at ease, or they all panic and turn against you.

So even if today did not go exactly as planned, he tells himself you are still the soft little rabbit between his jaws. He chooses not to examine too closely, that for the first time…he might hesitate, when it comes time to bite down. 

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**My darling Canucks I love you and I am just teasing 😆😆. I’m well aware that we Americans are the evil twin…