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wisedawn13 · 2 years ago

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(wip) Art Festival

"Ah, A-Zhan!" Lan Huan's chipper voice rang through the speaker of his phone. "Will you be returning home during your break? If so, A-Yao found out about a festival of the arts happening in Yiling all summer. A-Jue, A-Yao and I were planning to check it out."

Lan Zhan's nose crinkles in anticipation of his brother's next words.

"You should join us!"

Yep. There it is. He lets out a silent sigh. "Brother."

"Yeah, yeah. I know you'd rather not spend a lot of time around them or other people, but I think it'd be good for you A-Zhan!"

Lan Zhan seriously doubts that.

"You're minoring in art. It'll be educational."

"Brother. I minor in art history. I have no interest in contemporary art."

Lan Zhan hears his brother tut. "A-Zhan… A-Zhan… Today's art will be history one day, you know."

This time, Lan Zhan sighs audibly.

"Just think about it! We'll be going the first Saturday of break."

"Mn. I will think about it."

They say their goodbyes and hang up. Lan Zhan places his phone on his desk and takes a deep breath.

His knee jerk reaction is to not go. But his brother did make a good point. Plus his therapist has been telling him to step out of his comfort zone more; to go out into the world and maybe even socialize.

At least with this he wouldn't have to actually talk to people. He can just hover around his brother (and his 'friends') and just look around. Lan Zhan is sure his therapist would be proud of him for even that.

Yes. Fine. That decides it. He will go if only to say he went, then he can go back to his normal life and routine.

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The first Saturday of summer break arrives and Lan Zhan has some serious regrets. He shouldn't have said yes. He shouldn't have. This is so far outside of his comfort of routine and what he knows. Maybe if he tells Lan Huan he's ill? No. Lying is forbidden. Damn. He lets out a small groan as he feels anxiety course through his body. Sitting in the chair in the room he grew up in, his leg bouncing in such a way that would draw his uncle's ire for being improper. He regrets.

He regrets.

He regrets. There's a light knock on his door before it creaks open and Lan Huan's face pokes in, a kind smile softening his features. "A-Zhan, are you ready?"

Lan Zhan takes a deep inhale before letting it out slowly and standing up. "Mn."

Lan Huan looks at him. Lan Zhan looks near him. He feels seen. He's always felt seen. Lan Zhan often wonders if he'd also have the ability to read people like Lan Huan does, but that would require looking /at/ people; it would require making eye contact. Lan Zhan shoos the thought away with a shudder every time it surfaces. Lan Zhan steels himself and quickly brushes past his brother before he can make a comment. He's already agreed to going and Lan Zhan hates to break promises and plans once they've been made.

The pair walk out of the house to find Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue leaning against a van. They greet him, he nods at them, and then they all pile in. Lan Zhan sits in the middle section on the right side. He's never known why, but if he's not driving he'll be incredibly uncomfortable unless he's seated on the right side of the vehicle. Thankfully, Lan Huan sits beside him while the other two sit in the front. He sends a small nod of thanks to his brother, who smiles in return.

Nie Mingjue drives. It's his van after all.

Secretly, Lan Zhan has always been amused by the fact that he owns a minivan. They set off and Lan Zhan quickly puts in his earbuds to listen to his own music during the hour car ride to Yilling from Gusu.

This is fine. It will be fine.

He keeps repeating those words to himself in the hopes that he'll actually start believing them. No such luck yet. The inside of the van feels like a liminal space where time means nothing and everything all at once.

After what feels like a moment and yet somehow forever, they arrive. Nie Mingjue manages to find a parking spot with only minimal yelling and they all pile out of the van. It's an overwhelming array of sights, sounds, smells, and people. Lan Zhan stifles a flinch, clenching and unclenching his fists as he breathes. Lan Huan comes around to give his right shoulder a light squeeze.

"It will be alright, A-Zhan."

He nods weakly. The four of them head out, Lan Zhan trailing slightly behind with his eyes trained to the ground a few feet ahead of him.

They wander around aimlessly for a while. Three of them excitedly taking in the sights, one of them half checked out of his body. At some point they stop at a small food vender to get tonghulu. Lan Zhan agrees to get some if only to have something for his hands to do. Shortly after his brother pulls him aside.

"There's some bands playing music nearby. The three of us are going to check it out."

"You are welcome to come, but I know you won't like the grouping of people or loud sounds, so I figured you wouldn't want to."

Lan Zhan nods at that and Lan Huan pats his arm once.

"You wander around and keep your phone on you. We'll meet up soon, okay? Call me if you need me."

"Mn," Lan Zhan responds and then watches his brother's retreating form for a moment before looking down. What is he supposed to do now?

He feels his anxiety start to spike at being alone in an unfamiliar place. But then he hears something in the cacophony of sound. A laugh. It's bright, loud, filled with unadulterated joy. It brings a calming warmth to Lan Zhan and he finds it easier to breath again.

He lifts his head, glancing around to try and find the source of the sound but he doesn't hear it anymore.

He deflates but sets off to wander alone. Lan Zhan holds his tonghulu in a tender grip as he moves through the streets. He walks for a few minutes before something catches his eye. It draws him in.

He quickly moves closer to get a better look and finally he sees what it was. A wall mural. It's unfinished, still currently being worked on, but he can see the raw beauty of it. A white and blue dragon curls up over the expanse of the wall as lotus flowers float down around it. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He stares. He never stares. "Oh, hey!" a voice suddenly says, spooking Lan Zhan more than he'd like to admit. "You like my mural?"

"Mn. It is very"--Lan Zhan turns towards the person who spoke and feels like he got the air punched out

of him--"beautiful." He feels his ears heat up. Lan Zhan isn't honestly sure if he'd meant to say the mural was beautiful. He doesn't remember. All he knows is that the most beautiful person he'd ever seen is standing in front of him and it's their mural.

They smile and it blinds him in the best way. "Thanks! I'm Wei Ying!" He sticks out his hand and Lan Zhan takes it, shaking it gently.

"Mn, Wei Ying. I'm Lan Zhan."

"Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. I like it!"

That makes him look up, meeting this stranger's gaze and finds he doesn't hate it. He feels comfortable.

It's a jarring revelation: realizing that you can feel comfortable making eye contact with someone when you are so averse to it. And yet he can't bring himself to care. Not when those striking grey eyes stare back at him.

It's far too long before he realizes they never let go. Lan Zhan quickly remedies that, dropping his grip on Wei Ying's hand and turning his gaze back onto the wall. He feels hot in his ears and silently prays that his hair fully blocks the blush.

Wei Ying laughs awkwardly, and he feels a similar sense of warmth wash over him. That laugh! It's different, but he knows in his soul that it was Wei Ying laughing earlier.

"SO!" Wei Ying says a little too loudly. "My mural! Tell me, Lan Zhan, what's your favourite part?"

He considers that, uncertain on what to say. "The dragon."

Wei Ying hums, stroking his chin and nodding his head in a clearly joking way. "I see. I like the dragon too." He laughs again, this time it's not awkward.

Lan Zhan vows here and now he would do anything to hear Wei Ying laugh even once more. "I'm nowhere near done yet," Wei Ying adds. "I'll be working on this bad boy all through the week and then it'll be on this wall until it fades away into oblivion from sun, wind and rain exposure." He lets out a dramatic sigh. "What a cruel world."

Lan Zhan nods solemnly, his eyes fixed on the way the dragon seems to move so fluidly all while being in stasis on a wall.

"Lan Zhan! You should come see it when it's done next Saturday!"

"Mn. I will," Lan Zhan responds without even thinking. He will come back for Wei Ying. Lan Zhan's phone rings and he quickly pulls it out to see Lan Huan sent him a text to let him know they're ready to go and will meet him at the van. He sends a response, shoving his phone back into his pocket, mourning the fact he has to leave when he'd never wanted to come. "I have to leave," he tells Wei Ying, turning to face him once more. "My brother and his friends are waiting for me."

A flash of emotion crosses Wei Ying's face, too quick for him to catch it, before he smiles. "You should come back this week if you wanna see me in action!"

Lan Zhan nods once. "Mn. Okay." He doesn't say he lives an hour away. He doesn't care. He will come back.

Wei Ying's smile brightens even more and he waves. "Bye, Lan Zhan! See ya!"

"Goodbye, Wei Ying."

It doesn't take long for him to make it back to the van. He quickly hands his untouched tonghulu to his brother and climbs into his seat. He feels an energy thrumming through him, one that's similar and yet very different from anxiety. He's excited.

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(to be continued)

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roadandruingame · 11 months ago

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RaR Musings #2: Initiative

Circling back around to thoughts about initiative for the game, and it's mostly an issue for what it means.

Combat games like DND or PF roll initiative per battle, in a bid to mix up the turn order a little, so that combat doesn't become stagnant the more battles you have, and so that it's not always clear whether you'll go before, or after, THIS particular monster.

Other games have the entire squad operate on the same initiative.

Gloomhaven has initiative via cards, where which card you play to perform faster has very real tactical significance down the line, as you run out of fast cards, and has all enemies of the same type/skillset (Bandit swordsman is different than Bandit archer, for example) operate on the same initiative as each other, but generated each round. You play with a mix of tactical anticipation, counting cards, and praying your multi-turn strategy will pay off before you get clocked in the head sideways by an enemy preempting you at the worst possible moment.

Road and Ruin aimed to roll initiative at the start of every round, and to roll based on the action type: only physical actions rolled Dexterity, while mental actions or spells used Wits, and social commands used Connection. Each would have an added flat bonus based on your proficiency or expertise with the skill, allowing a character solidly trained but with low Dexterity to consistently outperform a poorly trained but with high, random Dexterity. Skills like Lightning Striker would add bonus electricity damage to your attack for every set of 5 initiative your action was higher than that of your target, and spells would cost initiative points, marking a timeline between when you visibly began casting, and concluded the spell, giving opponents an opportunity to mess with you.

At some point this became jumbled. If spells cost INIT, what happens if you roll low for a spell with high cost? If you roll 23, but cost 30, does that spill you 7 points into the start of NEXT round? Do you miss your turn? Does movement have INIT cost, do arrow flights have projectile speed, if a fighter attacks at INIT 40 but the last goblin hits at INIT 23, what happens to the other 23 moments of time?

If a round is 3 seconds, does time stretch to accommodate the actions of the participants? Are you limited by the amount of time it'd take to do an action, or the amount of stamina you have to do it?

Do you generate time by rolling high initiative, giving you the chance to make multiple attacks, or do you run out of time even if you have the stamina to make multiple attacks, and are you not allowed to attack if your initiative is too low to let you buy the action?

If you travel 1m for 1 STAmina, per 1 initiative point in time, can you spend more STA to travel more meters in the same span of time?

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I started working on a revision: Mark a 10-point timeline, that covers the 3-second round. You still roll Xd10 based on your DEX/WIT/CON, but take the highest die as your point in the turn order; more dice, greater chance of a higher speed, and faster than adding. You still add proficiency and specialization, but only +1 for each. Spells still cost INIT, but 10INIT per mana spent, up to 5, so a max-power spell of 5MP takes five rounds, but that's still only 15 seconds. Rolling higher each round, plus the flat bonus from proficiency, means that spells that could take 5 rounds can be chunked down to 3 rounds, if you're good at it.

This is all in the name of keeping the 3-second round fast, and revolving. Players can set their character to achieve a task over several rounds, rather than asking players to reassess the board every time it's their turn, and combat flies by, especially with more lethal situations where just a hit or two ends the battle.

But, as is often the case with low-number game mechanics, the values become incredibly compressed. This makes them more restrained, but also swingy in their own right: a +1 doesn't mean a lot to 100, but it's 50% of the way to +2. It makes it much harder to have a smooth gradient between different levels of skill, as the increased aliasing of +1s turn into bigger and bigger chunky steps. And it makes such inspirations as Lightning Striker impossible, with higher-initiative characters who can move at lightning speed having very little way to reflect that on a 10-point scale, that 3d10-take-highest might randomly put you on the top of anyway.

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This is all kind of a longwinded way to reiterate: sometimes game mechanics, and simulation mechanics, don't mix. There is NOTHING preventing me from having the Xd10-added, +proficiency, 1-60 initiative system, and saying "nothing happens during the last 23 points of time :)", and "spells take 1 round per MP, not Initiative Points". But it would weirdly incentivize casters to roll lower initiative, in order to disguise the fact that they're casting, so that enemies don't get a chance to pivot and attack the caster this turn instead of next. Which, thinking on it, a "Bonus if you went last in the turn order" would be kind of a cool spell mechanic.

But, at this point, I have to figure out and decide, what's more important.

-I would like a system that's reflective of time. Time is a physical constant, people know what three seconds are and what an hour is. It's a static, that shouldn't be screwed with except with time magic.

-If time is a constant, do we even need initiative? All initiative does is act as a kind of processing buffer that rewards high skill, reaction speed, etc. Whether you can snatch a ball out of the air before it hits your face, is determined by your awareness of your surroundings as much as your physical speed and accuracy.

-Why does Connection determine your social speed, except to standardize the dicerolling system? Would not your ability to give commands be determined by your situational awareness and ability to make a decision before your ability to consider someone's feelings? But at that, shouldn't your ability to correctly interpret people's intentions ALSO give you a kind of predictive insight, to anticipate an action, rather than simply detect it, and react to it?

-It's probably better to merge Dexterity, Wits, Intelligence, and Connection into a single number: Reaction Time, your ability to intuit the intentions of people who are or were in the area, your knowledge of things, ability to detect changes in your environment, and physical speed and accuracy to respond to them, all as a single value.

-Rather than roll initiative, every fighter's turn is simultaneous, resolved around the table clockwise, and whether you can respond to changes, such as blocking an attack or shooting a different foe, will be based on Reaction Time. I feel like there should be some degree of randomness to it, rather than a flat value, but I don't want it to be AS random as rolling for initiative generally is.

This can be continued later once I've done some experiments.

#Road and Ruin #indie ttrpg #ttrpg #ttrpg design #initiative musings

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xmarlenegrant · 1 month ago

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Marlene would never have said she was a lonely child, for that didn’t seem quite right. She had travelled frequently with her parents or had been left with extended family, and the constant moving had made it difficult to maintain lengthy connections. But Marlene fancied she was a friendly sort and usually was able to make some sort of friendship wherever she was. There were always kids her age somewhere to be found.

However, inevitably, the friendships ended as she was brought to travel with her parents or sent back home. There was always the excited babble of sending letters or owls to one another, sometimes said through tears and as she grew older, said with a knowing smile. An extra element of the goodbye process.

That had changed. She had never really been in one place for as long as she had been at Hogwarts. Marlene had made Hogwarts and Hogsmeade her home, and found she was excited and somewhat nervous to be maintaining friendships. It was a strange new feeling. When people said they would keep in touch, they did - and so did she! There was no real fear she’d be dragged away, there was a happy anticipation for the next time she would see everyone.

There was a tiny element of fear, also. Was she the only one excited? The only one who valued the friendships to this extent? Marlene knew everyone else had had four years of making friends… she was behind from the start. There was a soft, gnawing worry that perhaps the friendships meant more to her and—

The delight and warmth in Poppys tone, and that amazing smile, made Marlene’s day. The worries simply melted away - how could she have thought of her friends, her family, in such a way?

A bright laugh bubbled up and escaped her, as Poppy took her hands in her own.

"Yes, and it's good to see you too, Poppy," she said through her laughter, meaning her words fully. She was certain she'd missed some of what Poppy had said, but the meanings and intents were all clear. "Really. It's felt like forever," Marlene exaggerated, then burst into laughter again.

Straightening up, back under some kind of control, she found herself smiling warmly. "Really, it has just seemed to lag. I looked forward to all your owls. Poor things - flying so far back and forth all the time."

Now, really, what had Poppy been saying? Right. Hogsmeade. Shopping. "Wow, shopping for school items. Rather a tame thing for us to be doing. Of course, the first time I really shopped here for supplies, a troll attacked me and Sebastian." Yes. All those fond memories. "But hey, it's not going to happen this time. Really, it won't. Ah, you were saying something about wool?" Why did that somehow make her nervous...

Having been living in Hogsmeade for almost two weeks now, she knew her way around incredibly well and began to walk. Textbooks first - they were heavy and expensive, but they could drop them off in her room and it'd be good to have them out the way. Or potion ingredients first? "Books or ingredients? Let's get that out the way - then we can stop for food. And really catch up."

The delighted smile on Poppy's face grew quickly; it was warm and happy, friendly and familiar. It did not surprise the young Hufflepuff to see her good friend Marlene in Hogsmeade, for their many, many owls had informed her of the fact that her friend was staying in Hogsmeade in the lead up to the new school term.

That didn't mean she was any less happy to see her.

"I thought I would have to spend ages searching for you! I just got here," she remarked, as though it were wonderful thing. In some ways it was. Truly, it was just nice to see such a good friend. That was all.

As she'd recognised and spoken to Marlene, the brunette had crossed the distance between them. Her hands out and took hold of Marlene's own, a strange but familiar shake of them before letting go.

"It really is good to see you. I've tried to keep you up to date with my owls, and I know you've tried telling me things oh but-- it just isn't the same is it? It's hardly the same as actually talking and discussing things." But it was better than nothing, and Poppy had enjoyed their little talks through through their letters.

"I've almost got everything I need for the school term - but there's a couple of textbooks I need, and some new ingredients for potions. I'd also like to restock on some supplies for the magical beasts, oh, and grab some wool! There's a store here with wool that changes colour - oh, not that that is too unusual, but it's meant to be super soft! The USUAL enchantment for that makes the wool so coarse normally."

She was babbling. And she knew it. But she was happy and it was hardly as though Marlene would judge her. Smiling simply, she brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A soft sigh, an intake of breath, and "Firstly. How are you?"

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honeycombstrawberry · 3 years ago

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if you want maybe you could do a headcanon thread of what Adrian would be like with his kids?

one of my FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE flavors of fanfic is kidfic I LOVE to give my fave characters kids ADRIAN NEEDS KIDS!!!!!!!!

ADRIAN WITH HIS KIDS HEADCANONS, LET'S GO!!!

when adrian was younger he always wanted kids and always thought he'd have a family but then it starts seeming nobody wants a family with him and he wonders if maybe it's him that's the issue

eventually he starts up as vigilante and the someday-dream just becomes a back burner thought, because it's not like he can go out as vigilante every night and disappear on missions and still be someone's dad

and besides, he figures-- this way, the only person who gets hurt if he fucks up is him. no partner he'd be upsetting, no kids he'd be letting down. if something happens, something happens, and nobody will know, and he decides he's going to have to be fine with that

when he finally is in The Relationship, the one he knows he's going to be in for the rest of his life, he starts thinking about it all over again, but he doesn't think it'd be fair to bring it up while he's still vigilante. he wants to be able to bring his whole self to this and he still thinks he's splitting himself apart

maybe you and adrian talk it out and decide to start trying to have a kid, or maybe you accidentally end up pregnant or something like that, but the bottom line is-- you get pregnant while he's still vigilante

when adrian first finds out that you're pregnant, he loses his fucking mind.

at first he's just like. completely at a loss. there's a big difference between thinking about this happening and this actually happening, and for a while it probably feels incredibly unreal to him that he's going to have a kid, that somebody wants to have a kid with him, that somebody is going to have him for a father. like it just totally melts his brain

once it processes though he's full-throttle hyped. like he could not be more hyped. his energy levels skyrocket and all he can think about is this kid and everything he wants to do to make the world better for them, which eventually becomes adrian's brain going, holy shit, we have to do as much as we can as vigilante so the world is as good as it can be for this kid

he doesn't actually realize how often he's going out as vigilante until you have to finally come to him and tell him that you're nervous and you don't want him to get hurt and you don't understand, does he not want this? why is he going out all the time? and adrian hadn't even thought about how this might look from the outside

when he explains himself-- that he's doing this because he wants to be a good father, that he doesn't know how to do that without doing this-- you have to explain to him that a good father is one who's there and supportive and loving, no matter what the world around them is like; the world will never be a completely good place, but he realizes he can make this kid's world as good a place as he can, for as long as he can manage it, just by being there

aaaaand then he throws himself full throttle into getting ready for your baby. like it consumes his every thought and in a vast variety of ways. he absolutely cannot wait and has a countdown until the baby's due date. he literally cannot take the anticipation and constantly talks to the baby like they're already here

he doesn't care at all what gender the baby is; he has absolutely no attachment or commitment in any regard, and when people ask him if he knows what you're having, he always responds "my baby!" with such genuine excitement that nobody ever pushes him on it

adrian is also like mildly beside himself with envy because he wants to have a close attachment with the baby. this is a man who wants so badly to experience motherhood like come on. he would want to be as involved in literally every part of this as possible just to be as close to the experience as he can and feel connected to them and you

anybody who comes with adrian's immediate vicinity during this time should expect to hear about pretty much nothing but a running stream of thoughts about his family. he keeps talking about what he thinks his baby will look like and what he'll name them and what their personality will be like and what they'll grow up to be and everything he wants to do with them. literally non fucking stop all the time

he is so excited that in the days before the baby does come he's pretty much constantly on edge. like he's more on edge than you are just. constantly trying to make sure they're okay and doing absolutely everything for them and getting more and more excited and terrified and more excited

he has a whooooooole fucking plan in place for exactly what hospital you'll be going to and how the birth will go and he keeps reassuring you he's going to take care of you. he's taken care of you the entire time already, so you know he'll do it here, too, and you trust him completely

despite all his planning, when you actually do have his baby, it's like everything he'd planned has completely flown out of his mind. you end up in labor for hours and he's going out of his mind by the end of it, frustrated that you're in so much pain and he can't do anything about it, desperate to have his baby here, upset that he has no control over the situation, to the point where he's in bed with you just holding you to reassure the both of you that everything will be okay and help you through it

when the baby's finally here, though? it's like literally none of that ever happened. a switch completely flips and he just so obviously and immediately falls in love with your baby. he wants to take the baby immediately, even though the doctors insist he can't just take the baby, they were born two seconds ago, stop that--

once he actually can have the baby, though, he never wants to let them go. ever. he only lets them go to let you hold them, and then he climbs into bed with you, holding you while you hold them. he's completely beside himself and keeps repeating that he can't believe this is real, how happy he is; keeps reaching down to stroke their cheeks, keeps telling them how much he loves them. he does the same to you, keeps telling you how much he loves you

he can't wait to be home with you and the baby and when you finally do go home, he's in full dad mode. he's been doing research for literally months and there are books all over your place, but he also keeps insisting that "learned knowledge is nothing without practical application" and then proceeds to do anything and everything he can for your baby all the time just so he can learn exactly what to do

he's the one the baby becomes most attached to. adrian like fully dedicates himself to learning which of the baby's cries mean what, to cataloging everything about them, just-- so dedicated to them all the time, and he loves them so much, and they can't help loving him completely in return. you really sometimes can't even handle the two of them together

it makes it like. a thousand times better that they look exactly like adrian. they have a couple of your features but really they look so much like him. his hair, his eyes, his mouth, his-- mostly, his everything, and the two of them together are so obviously a father and his child that your heart seizes just for seeing them side by side

for a while he just stays home and he doesn't know how to start going back out again as vigilante. at first he's nervous, and then he waits so long he doesn't know what to do. he ends up having to talk to leota about it and she helps him figure out how to balance doing this job and having a family at the same time

speaking of the 11th street kids they love your baby so much. they pretend to be annoyed by how much adrian has been talking about the baby, and how often he discusses them now that they're here, always showing off pictures, but, really-- this is this little family's first baby. everybody loves them so much. they constantly want to see them and hang out with them and they're always offering to take care of them

adrian eventually does start going back out as vigilante. he even works himself back up to going out with chris as peacemaker sometimes, and the 11th street kids, though he's more cautious than he used to be. he's still hopelessly reckless, moreso than mostly everyone else you see on the news-- but, for adrian, this is more cautious, so you'll take it, even if it is terrifying at times

he wants to spend as much of his free time as humanly possible with his kid. every second of every day. he's planning D&D campaigns with his baby in his lap and books and notes everywhere. he's patching up his vigilante costume and playing with his kid simultaneously. oh fuck wait--

adrian in a baby bjorn. he gets one and he's fucking obsessed with it. he loves wearing the baby and carrying them everywhere. one of his favorite things to do is match his outfit to the baby's and put them in matching hats and sunglasses and shit and go out together. bonus points every time if you do it with him (and you do love doing it with him). it's his absolute favorite thing to do

as soon as adrian can start teaching his kid things, he's teaching them things. he loves to watch them learn. teaching them to talk, teaching them to walk, teaching them to interact with others-- all of those are incredible, every milestone making adrian lose his mind. he probably scrapbooks and keeps everything in albums he makes in the house

oh he also takes a shitload of home videos, i just fucking know it

but wait back to what i was saying, he loves to teach them. and once they know the basics he's even more excited to teach them more. to teach them how to read and how to play. to show them movies and read to them and make things with them. to take them places and show them the world. teaching them to ride a bike and to make pancakes and to tell jokes. patching them up when they skin their knees. taking them on walks to the park. just fucking all of it, it's his absolute favorite

every year this kid gets older and learns more and can do more adrian loves them more and more. he dedicates himself to them all the time. he loves to talk with them when they start talking and analyzing and thinking coherently. from the moment they were born, he's been talking to them like they were an adult who could understand him; no down-talking baby-talk for his kids (even though he will sometimes do sweet voices. that's different though). and so when they start talking back and really engaging with him it's literally one of his favorite things ever

he works hard at trying to actually understand his kids no matter who they are. he trusts them and lets them talk to him about anything and everything and doesn't judge them. he knows life can be fucking hard and confusing and that people can be mean, but he remembers the promise he made himself before his kid was even born-- even when the world is a shitshow, their home with him and you never would be, and so he does his best to make sure they always feel happy and supported and loved by the both of you

he also definitely wants to have as many kids as possible. there's no way that he isn't begging for another baby the second the first one is born. he will have as many children as you will let him have and he will be overjoyed by however many that ends up being. he just wants a family so badly and he has so much love to share stored up inside of him

i'm a complete slut for like big family dynamics so i like to think of him having multiple kids with you. like call me crazy but imagine him with like three or four kids. dare i say five kids. i know it's wild but this is a fantasy world let me have this

adrian coordinating his children in matching outfits

adrian the dad who coordinates carpools and memorizes his kids' schedules and drives them everywhere in his dumb fucking minivan.

adrian who shows up at every. single. event his kids are participating in and loses his fucking mind screaming his head off, cheering for them, no matter what it is-- sports, theater, math, science, it can be absolutely anything, adrian is the loudest one there

a couple of the kids maybe even get into boxing or taekwondo or something and he's so excited by that. like he's supportive of his kids no matter what they do but when it's something he can teach them? he loves to do it

when his kids care about something or want to do something he tries to learn as much about it as possible. he wants to be a part of everything no matter what

if something happens to one of his kids, though? he would lose his fucking mind. it would be next-level, what he would do. if someone so much as pushes his kid around, he'd be pissed, but god forbid something worse ever happens to them-- if someone hurt them because he was vigilante, which is his literal worst nightmare, he would tear apart whoever did it until everybody knew what happened when you fucked with vigilante's family

adrian always wants you to all do things together, all the time. you and him and the kids constantly going out to do things together. he wants to show them everything.

he takes you all fucking-- like, apple-picking. he takes everyone on hikes. he organizes family D&D sessions. he is a family man. he is fucking dedicated to this.

oh my god i'm so sorry i just realized this is so fucking long this has so sincerely gotten away from me let me wrap this up

when adrian's kids start getting older, becoming teenagers and then adults, he is so upset that they don't really need him anymore, but he's so fucking proud by the people they all become. all his kids are a little different and they all have different paths, but they all love him, and love you, and love each other, and he thinks they're such incredible people that he sometimes can't even believe they came from him (he insists it's all you, but you know better)

eventually he realizes he's going to have to tell his kids about vigilante. maybe one of them finds something, or maybe one of them suspects something, but he realizes he wants them to learn it from him than from somebody else, or for his identity to be exposed, or something like that. so he has to sit them down and tell them one day, and he has to talk them through it, but they all are mostly unsurprised because this is their dad, he's always been him and nothing he does is really a surprise anymore

maybe one of the kids even ends up going into the "family business," as it were, and wants to become a masked vigilante, too, and adrian is absolutely terrified until he finds out they've been sneaking out on their own to do it anyways and they've been holding their own-- just like he used to do, just like he still does, and he realizes maybe his kids are all a little more like him than he ever realized before

he loves them all equally no matter what though. he has unique bonds with each of them. he loves spending time altogether as a family; he also makes sure each kid gets individual, unique attention and time from him, too

holidays are always such a fucking shitshow. he makes huge plans and then they always collapse but everybody always has fun anyways. that continues even as the kids grow up and grow older; even though they move out, they always come back, for holidays, for family dinners, sometimes just to hang out

oh my god when he has grandchildren? holy shit he would lose his fucking mind. oh my god imagining him as a grandfather is making me foam at the mouth something is wrong with me

okay i'll stop now but. adrian with his kids. he would be such a good fucking dad. he's a fucking nutcase but he's so dedicated and loyal and good. he would be a supportive awesome father. i just fucking know it

holy shit i'm so sorry that was so fucking long. and i still had more jesus fucking christ like i had to make myself stop adding things. i kept going back and adding m o r e

so obviously if anyone ever has any requests/prompts/what have you that have to do with kidfic or you want me to elaborate of any of the headcanons i've mentioned here. please. i'm begging you. go ahead and request it. i'm already skipping all over the place in my inbox anyways nothing matters anymore i'm just following my heart

and my heart knows adrian needs kids

adrian chase taglist:

@violetrainbow412-blog @bigassbisaster @amysuemc @sunflowerfive @papitas-con-sal @saturnngal @neptuneswritingwork @jewishdelis @myguiltypleasures21 @pinkygunslingy @violinchick @r3tr0sp3ct @chaseadrian @breathing-in-waves @rishlurh @x-milf-hunter-x @goblynnrockz @theowritesstuff @jaysfav @themartiansdaughter @dallasvakarian

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shumaejh · 4 years ago

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𝕊𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖

ᴛᴀɢꜱ- ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ/ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘᴇʀᴠ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ- ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

➳ Shuichi is a pervert, a huge one. He always was, and his perviness only got worse when he first met you. You were astonishing to him. Your hair, your outfits, your personality, body, looks; all if it was absolutely beautiful to him.

➳ Over time he became more obsessive and possesive towards you, getting these unexplainable urges. Urges that would send him to jail of he dare acted them out. Fortunately, he had very good self control and held back on these urges. But, all good things must come to an end, as these urges and thoughts became too overwhelming for him.

➳ He had bought his own camera just for taking pictures of you at your most vulnerable moments. Shuichi would stay right next to your window, waiting until you're sleeping, changing, masturbating, etcetera. He kept it mild, for now.

➳ But of course, he got away with these things, and due to that he started thinking that possibly he could get away with more intense things. Break-in's, stealing, touching you in your sleep.

➳ He gave into those thoughts and urges too, satisfying them as he broke into your room at night. He did that by using the window, as it was closest to you, sleeping beauty. You were so much more beautiful up close and in person, your skin so soft to the touch.

➳ He grazes his hand across your delicate skin, that touch alone sending arousal to his half-hard dick. Saihara watched as your chest raises up and falls back down, in a calming slumber, completely unaware about what's to come.

➳ Your shirt was raised up just above your belly button, to which his cold hand took to its advantage and rested on your stomach. His eyes snapped to your face as you tense in your sleep, the cold of his hand interrupting your peaceful slumber.

➳ Once you've calmed, Shuichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand was warm now due to your body heat, allowing him to trail his hand up more and more without disrupting your sleep. His thin fingers stopped at the strap of your bra, his arm had only raised your shirt up more reveaing the bottom of your bra.

➳ Shuichi licked his lips in anticipation, taking his hand out of your shirt to delicately lift the rest of your shirt up, revealing your bra in its entirety. He could see your hardened nipples through the fabric, making his cock twitch in his pants. His hand groped your breast gently, he huffs, he could barely feel a thing! Your bra was in the way!

➳ He crawled onto your bed, straddling your hips with his hands at the sides of your head. He's so close to you, bent down with his lips inches away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning. The camera he had wrapped around his neck was nearly touching your breasts, which reminded him. He needed to treasure this moment.

➳ Forunately your lamp was on, which he found absolutely adorable. You can't sleep in the dark, you poor thing~ He did his best to drive his attention to his camera, lifting it up and taking a photo of your body, making sure your breasts were in view. With a chuckle, he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the desk. Now he can do whatever he pleases without waking you.

➳ Carefully he tucked his hands under your back, undoing your bra in no time. He felt the clips of your bra fall into his palms, allowing him to remove your bra. It took some effort, but in just a few minutes your bra and shirt were tossed onto the floor, revealing your now nude top half.

➳ His breathing became uneven, he wanted to do so much to you, but he knew that he needs to take baby steps to get to that point. For now, his hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipples to roll them between his fingers, feeling them harden. Satisfied, he let go, your nipples now hard and begging to be sucked on.

➳ He only chuckled at this and leaned down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your rock hard nipple, giving it a light flick of his tongue. That didn't wake you thankfully, a smirk forming onto his blush covered face. His thin lips wrapped around the bud, eyes fluttering closed.

➳ His sucks on the snesitive bud were incredibly gentle, in hopes you wouldn't wake up and attempt to kick him out. All he wants to do is make you feel good, so why wouls uou kick him out in the first place?

➳ Speaking of which, he groped your other free breast with his left hand, his right going between his and your legs to press his two fingers onto your clothed folds. He wasn't expecting your shorts to be wet, popping off of your saliva covered bud to look at the somewhat noticeable stain.

➳ "Ahaha.." he laughs softly, licking your other nipple once more before heading between your legs. The scent of your arousal hit him almost immediately, though he wasn't complaining. The scent was intoxicating, and made his pants just become even tighter.

➳ He sits up onto his knees, oh so carefully taking your shorts off and tossing them with the other articles of clothing. Your panties were just the cutest, making him immediately slide those off and have a whiff. "Mmhm~ Naughty, naughty girl.." he said, noticing that your folds were drenched.

➳ Instead of tossing the panties onto the floor, he shoved them in his pocker for later, getting back down onto his stomach to spread your wet folds. "Oohh.." he hums, you masturbated before this. Oh wow, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for much longer. Quickly he grabbed his camera and took a photo of your hole, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.

➳ "Wow.." he admires you once more, placing the camera down onto your desk once again. Stunning, he thought. Absolutely gorgeous.

➳ He leaned into your heat, sticking his tongue out and pressing the flat of it against your slit, and flicking it upwards while making sure it hit your clit, watching it twitch. A breathy laugh came from him, his left hands thumb pressing onto your clitoral hood and pushing back lightly.

➳ "Mmh.." he mumbles, sticking his tongue out to lap up your thick juices. His heart was pounding, you tasted astonishing. Your taste alone has him rubbing himself against your mattress, you're that addicting.

➳ Gently he pushed his tongue inside of you, there being not must resistance fortunately enough. His thumb let go of your clitoral hood to press down on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He could tell you were slowly starting to stir, small whimpers were coming from your sleeping body. Adorable, small whimpers to be specific.

➳ "Mmmh.. w-what..?" you mumble, sitting up to see what was happening to you. Shuichi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, busted, he thought. However, he didn't stop, he just chuckled lightly, sending a spark of pleasure through your nerves. "A-Ah-! W-What are you-?!"

➳ Your hands frantically clawed at his head, desperately trying to tear him off of you. His hands went straight to your hips to hold them down, the glare he's giving you shooting daggers into your heart.

➳ "G-Get off of me you creep! G-Get out of my house!!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, Shuichi wasn't leaving until you cum. His tongue got pulled out of you to flick your clit, thin lips wrapping around the little bundle of nerves. The feeling made you go tense, "H-Hnnaaah-!"

➳ The moan drove him on, watching as you finally gave up and fell against your pillow. In all of his years being a detective, he's never seen nor heard someone give up this quick. You must want this as much as I do, he thinks. That idea alone had his cock begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.

➳ He hums against your swollen, sensitive clit, shoving two of his fingers into your clenching hole with no regard of how it'd feel. "O-Ow!! S-Shuichi--" you get cut off, his other hand lifting up and slamming down onto your thigh telling you to shut up.

➳ With a whimper, you kept quiet. You felt your high becoming closer and closer, his fingers doing a 'come hither' motion right against your g-spot wasn't helping either. You did not want to cum because of this sicko, this absolute freak, but you couldn't help it. The pleasure was just too much. You came, you came all over his fingers. Your velvety walls cleched around his slim fingers.

➳ A hum of satisfaction came from his throat, pulling off of your overstimulated clit and roughly pulling his fingers out. He was absolutely desperate for your juices, his tongue darting out to lap up your cum. Sweet like saccharine, Shuichi though. He smirked once finished, sitting up onto his knees to pull hos pants down to his knees and to take his dick out of the hole of his boxers.

➳ "G-God.. you're gorgeous," he moans out, hand wrapped around his pre-cum leaking dick. Roughly he started getting himself off to your twitching, limp body. "Y-You know.." he starts, "I-It was so tempting to.. just carve my initials into your skin, but.. you're so incredibly irresistible, my love.."

➳ His words meant nothing to you, of course. You were sure about that once you felt his warm semen shoot onto your sucked-in stomach. He came a lot, letting out a pleasured sigh. "Here.." he scoops some of his seed off your stomach with his fingers to wipe it onto your lip. Instinctively, you licked it off, which you immediately regretted; it made his half-hard dick twitch.

➳ "Haha.. it's like you're asking for more. Don't worry, love..." he kisses your forehead. "This won't be the last time."

➳ He gets dressed, takes a photo of you, and leaves. Leaving you covered in his semen, quivering.

#tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #tw: yandere #tw: toxic behavior #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader

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halfway-happyyy · 6 years ago

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You, Me, and Milo

AN: A quick little piece - changing things up a bit and writing about the elder skarsgård. It was bound to happen. Pure fluff.

You've usually got a pretty good gauge on whether or not you’ll win the argument. It begins with subtle tell-tale signs; a slight sinking of the shoulders, a small smile teasing at the corners of his lips, hell- maybe he'll even elicit a heavy sigh of defeat for good measure.

This morning however, it is entirely too obvious that you are not going to succeed in getting what you want. His head his held high, his beautiful hazel eyes are dark and clouded over, and his jaw set in an impossibly firm line. You know the entire thing is shot to hell when he folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head. He brings a coffee mug to his lips, takes a tentative sip, and then sets it down against the counter with a resounding clank. “We are not getting a puppy.”

He's leant against the kitchen counter, clad in only a pair of worn, grey sweat pants. Though the idea that you are not going to get what you want today causes your cheeks to burn hot, you can't help but think about how much you want to feel him inside of you, when this argument concludes. “I could list a thousand reasons why it would be good for us to get a puppy.”

Alex rolls his eyes at this, which only causes the blush to creep further down your neck. “You could give me a million reasons why it would be good for us to get a puppy but it still wouldn't change my feelings on the subject.”

You brace yourself against the kitchen island and peer at him through the waning light. “You could at least give me one good reason why we shouldn't have one.”

Alex sighs heavily again and gestures with his chin to open script sitting a few feet from you on the wooden table. “We are not home nearly enough to care for a puppy the way a puppy needs caring for.”

Checkmate.

He's got you there.

He pushes himself from the counter and pads over to where you're stood, slightly annoyed and utterly defeated. Wordlessly, he wraps his arms around your frame and presses his lips to your temple. “Can you give me one good reason why we should adopt one?”

You rest your head against his bare chest, the steady rhythm of his heart already lulling you into a peaceful trance. You yawn tiredly against him. “Mmm yeah. You're away from me, from our home, more often than not. It'd be nice to have some company.” You clear your throat. “I can deal with the loneliness aspect of your job, Alex. Heaven knows what I got myself into when I met you. But some company in the form of a fluffy little love bug would make the aloneness that much more bearable.” Alex says nothing in return to this, simply kisses your temple once more and hugs you tighter to him.

Three months pass without a single peep from Alex about a puppy, yet you are nothing if not hellishly persistent. Every week without fail, an email is sent to Alex on set about a puppy you've had your eye on for a while. His mother was brought into the shelter as a stray, and he was born a few weeks later as a pure-white, and incredibly soft-looking little ball of love. Despite the multiple adorable photographs, and your sheer stick-to-itiveness, Alex replies each week with a simple ‘no’.

“I think you may be the only person in the world resistant to the charms of a one month old puppy.” You await his response over the crackle of the telephone wire.

Alex clears his throat and bites into something crunchy. “I think that,” He hesitates a moment while he swallows his bite of food. “I am not even remotely resistant to puppies. I think that if I were to see the puppy in the flesh, there would be no going back for me.” He says something to someone in the background. “I also think that I’ll be home in a week and we can discuss this further then.”

You pick absentmindedly at a fleck of polish on your nail. “I do miss you my love.”

“I miss you always. I have to go though. I'll see your face in seven days.”

One of the best feelings in the world, is arriving home knowing what's waiting in lay for you. His boots are splayed out on the floor of your front closet, his keys placed in the dish next to the front door. His suitcases still aren’t unpacked yet, they’ll probably be there for another week at least. “Alex! I'm home!”

It takes all of about five seconds for you to realize the trail of miniscule dog bone treats, and when you do the breath catches in your throat. You swallow hard and tell yourself not to get too excited… coming from Alex, this could mean literally anything. You pick each treat up as you go, following the trail until you find yourself at the frame of your bedroom door. It stops at the foot of your bed. “Have a seat baby girl,” Alex's voice finds you from the on suite bathroom. “Close your eyes.” You do as you're told as a shiver of anticipation wracks your body. “Keep ‘em closed.” Alex warns as his voice grows closer to where you're seated. You shiver again as you hear his footsteps approach you. “Are you ready baby?”

“Yes.” You giggle.

“Are you sure?”

“Alex!”

He inhales deeply and whispers, “Hold out your arms.”

Again, you do as you're told and in seconds, Alex is placing a puppy within your grasp. It completely takes your breath away. You peer down at the puppy and back up at Alex, eyes wide. “Is this real?”

He guffaws loudly, his head thrown back in hearty laughter. “Of course it's real.”

“You… got us a puppy?” the familiar prickle of tears burns behind your eyes.

Alex kneels down in front of you, takes a small white paw into his much larger hand and presses a kiss to the side of the puppies head. “I visited the shelter after I got off the plane. Luckily, it was just this little guy and his brother left.” Alex gazes lovingly at the puppy as he wriggles playfully in your arms. “Filming wrapped late last week so it'll just be the three of us for the next few months.” He reaches up to brush a stray hair out of your face. “He'll need a good amount of training but what do you think?”

You lift the puppy to your shoulder, revelling into the feel of his tiny head in the crook of your neck. “I think he's perfect.”

Alex stands up and kisses your cheek softly. “What shall we name him?”

“How about Milo?”

Alex bends down and again places another kiss to the puppies’ plush head. His hand finds yours and he simply murmurs, “Welcome to the family Milo.”

#this has everything to do with volunteering at an animal shelter #and those gifs #alexander skarsgard #alexander skarsgard oneshot #writing #alexander skarsgård #alex sstuff

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cassiewestwood · 5 months ago

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The rental in Oak Gardens had a full pantry and fridge now, all in anticipation of Rocco and Flynn soon joining her in Blue Harbor. The boys vacation with her parents was coming to an end and in a few days the solace Cassandra had found in the quiet and lonesome would be over. It had actually been at her parents insistence that they take their grandchildren for a week or two after Cassandra broke the news to them that she would very soon have yet another failed marriage. They'd urged her to take a bit of time to really think about things, two failed marriages would look horrific, and the likelihood another man would be interested in her with that track record was minimal. It was frustrating, to say the least, that she'd had no support and that they'd championed the idea that she should work things out with the man that had been having an affair. Appearances meant more than betrayal to some people.

When Cassandra had entered into La Galleria it was for the purpose of a self date. Who was she after she'd spent her youth pleasing her parents and her adulthood pleasing one husband or the next? That was the problem, she didn't know, but Cassie wanted to find out. The need for finding herself and finally living for her was stronger than anything she'd ever felt in her life. Second to taking care of her sons, of course. Though, now, there was so much to figure out. In a nice, casual evening dress and her long newly brunette locks wavy down her back a smile to the hostess led her on the way to a romantic little table all to herself. Until she'd heard that term of endearment and the very specific tones always attached to it. Ginger. Cassandra swallowed but turned to face the man it'd come from and offered a dazzling smile. "Well if isn't the divorce lawyer extraordinaire. Hey Saully." The hair brushed from her shoulder, she turned her head to gaze at the hand for a moment thinking the action a bit familiar.

After the waitress had stepped aside for a moment, who Cassandra had apologized to, she let out what could've been viewed as a happy sigh. "If you were happy to see me you wouldn't look at me like that." Nor would he have waited until she was in his new town and they happened to be in the restaurant at the same time. There was no fooling herself, this was all down to surprise and coincidence. "The boys will be here in a few days. Vaughn is probably with his mistress." She could explain the whole change in hair color was due to that younger model of herself and needing to separate from it, but it seemed like a lot at this moment in time. "I'm in need of a divorce lawyer and I hear you're one of the best." A wink. "Care to join me for some pasta and wine?" There was so much more, or one thing of incredible importance, she just didn't know how to face it. The nerves in her stomach kept her from broaching the subject for now. In some ways, the truth of Rocco's paternity, wasn't something she was sure she wanted to know.

availability / @cassiewestwood setting / la galleria; tuesday, july 16th, seven pm.

was he having a stroke? truly, was there something wrong with him now that he was over the age of fifty? being ambushed by terry a few weeks ago had been startling, knowing that they had moved to blue harbor and lived within ten miles of him for the first time in twenty-five years, and he had many run-ins with thalia since their divorce two years ago, but he figured the universe had meted out enough punishment for his transgressions. having his second wife—the only ex-wife left in new york—walk into la galleria that night made him feel like his sanity had finally snapped. either he was having some sort of breakdown, or cassandra had a midwestern doppelgänger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgänger had been ludicrous, but was it any more ludicrous than his second wife appearing in blue harbor randomly? at least terry had the excuse of micah, and blue harbor was thalia’s hometown. there was absolutely no reason why cassie would be in town. none that saul could think of, at least. g-d, he hoped she wasn't moving to illinois, too.

getting up from his table, he crossed the restaurant in an effort to catch up before she could sit down elsewhere. “ginger!” saul called out the nickname he used to call her—if it was truly cassie, she’d respond to it—and his voice was tinged with affection, but there was clear confusion in his eyes. approaching her and the hostess leading her to a different section of the restaurant, he smiled politely at the young worker before turning his attention back to his ex-wife. “though i see you’re not so ginger anymore.” his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair off her shoulder, the locks no longer the deep auburn she had when they first met. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, struck by how often he was saying that exact phrase this year. who else was going to show up in blue harbor, he wondered. was his third grade teacher waiting in the wings to surprise him, or maybe his freshman year boyfriend? “i mean, not that i’m not happy to see you… but where’s vaughn? and your kids?”

#( &. saul 01. )#thank you for writing this starter!#i almost played that very scenario off lol #but then i realized that this is long enough as is

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mysmelizabeth-blog · 7 years ago

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Hi! Could you do hcs (or scenarios, whichever you prefer) for Zen, Saeyoung, V & Saeran (I don't know if you do Vanderwood, if you do then it'd be nice for him too, but if you don't then just forget it XD), as to how would they react to a poor innocent & naive MC, like, so gullible that she got herself in trouble because someone told her to go with them and she listened because... because she's so gullible?;; Hope you have a nice day...!

I had the time of my LIFE writing this omg. I came up with a few different instances where our MC could get herself into trouble, so only one of them is specifically like the one in your ask, but I do hope you like them!

ZEN

The two of them were out on a date,getting some ice cream and just walking through the streets

It was the weekend, so there were plentyof people about, and Zen was just getting… a bad feeling about somethingpossibly happening to MC

Like his dreams, he always trusts hisintuition, so he was keeping a really close eye on her the entire time, enoughfor her to mention it

“Zen, you ok? You’ve been watching melike a hawk this whole date!” she joked

Feeling a little guilty, he laughed itoff and decided to let it go. He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to lose her,but that hunch kept scratching at the back of his mind:

She’s so cute, anyone would just want totake her!

And so naïve she’d probably just thinkthey were being nice and follow right along…

Little did Zen know he hit the nailright on the head. He had gone to the bathroom and asked MC to wait outside andliterally in the five minutes it took him to be gone, she had disappeared

d e a t h

He freaks out, asking people all overthe street if they’ve seen what they think sounds like a really genericdescription of a girl but to him it’s his princess, the love of his life, he can’t lose her so where is she

He wouldn’t have even found her if hehadn’t accidentally dropped his phone with all the frantic running around thathe was doing

When he bends down to retrieve it, outof the corner of his eye he sees her standing by the back of a white van ina secluded area, talking to some random creepy guy, and Zen can see two other guyssneaking around the other side

BEAST MODE ACTIVATED, AND NOT THE SEXYKIND

Now I don’t know if Zen has some kind ofwrestler or MMA fighter blood in him but he decimatesthose guys. No questions asked, he jumps into the fray and beats them tfdown

Takes MC home immediately and gives herlike a three-hour long lecture on stranger danger and did she never learn thiswhen she was a kid wtf MC

From then on he vows to always use thebathroom before they leave the houseor when they get home, plus The Buddy System™ is foolproof

SAEYOUNG

As we all know, Saeyoung is the type ofperson to use the same type of joke on different people until he gets thereaction he’s looking for

And from the moment he met her, Saeyoungcould tell MC was exactly the kind of gullible person his jokes would have theperfect effect on

He knew the perfect one to use

It had never worked on a single personup until now, but he felt confident that MC would be the one

They were hanging out, playing videogames and just generally goofing around like two idiots… but Saeyoung was everplotting out his move, the perfect moment to strike

MC offhandedly mentioned something andSaeyoung knew. The time was now.

He sighed deeply and said, “Man, thatreminds me so much of updog.”

MC was almost positive she had heardincorrectly, so not wanting to look like an idiot, she just didn’t reply andnodded quietly

Saeyoung was shook, and for just a moment his confidence faltered. He waspositive MC hadn’t heard the joke before… So why didn’t she fall for the line?No… there was no way MC knew.

Composing himself, he waited until theyhad reached a different topic of conversation and tried again, this timespeaking very clearly

“Oh, you mean kind of like updog?”

He was practically sweating with anticipation as he watched the telltale face-scrunchof confusion take over MC’s expression. The world moved as though inslow-motion as she opened her mouth, breathed in, and asked:

“Um, what’s up dog?”

Saeyoung died twice that day… once, fromthe onslaught of uncontrollable laughter that erupted from his body, and thesecond time, from the Bitch Slap of Rage issued to him by an extremely unamusedMC

Now, V knew that MC was an incrediblytrusting and sometimes naïve girl

But he had never witnessed her in theact of doing something majorly gullible, so he felt like he must have justassumed or that was just what her personality seemed like

He felt uncomfortable leaving her alonein the house sometimes when he left for long periods of time on trips, so hefelt like it would be a good idea to try leaving for short periods of time atleast once a week just to convince himself that she’d be safe

On one such day, he decided to make avisit to Jumin’s place and told MC that he’d return later that evening, so sheshould just order pizza around 7 and he’d be back by 7:30

He figured nothing could possibly happen

But oh lord was he wrong

V came back at 7:30, as promised, andopened the front door to hear a movie playing in the other room

He smiled to himself, thinking that hewould join MC and they’d have a nice, relaxing movie night where they couldjust cuddle on the couch

Walked through the kitchen, grabbed aslice of pizza on the way in (which was already halfway gone, to his confusion…MC didn’t usually eat that much or that fast), and walked into the TV room,opening his mouth to say: “I’m h—“

V’s plate fell on the floor as he tookin the scene before him:

MC, sitting on the couch, watching amovie with the pizza guy

“Hey, V! Jason here noticed I was bymyself and asked if I wanted some company till you came home!”

The guy is out within a matter ofseconds, so fast that MC barely has the opportunity to explain that nothinghappened and that she’s fine

As soon as the door shuts behind Jason,V e x p l o d e s with “He could have been a murderer or a burglar or a rapistor any other number of terrible things and you could have died or had somethingterrible happen to you and ANYTHING can happen in a half hour and”

This is a RARE side of V and he doesn’tstop talking for a good hour or so until MC finally gets him to calm down,promising she’ll never talk to or be involved with strangers in any way fromnow on

He actually has to pry himself from herside when he has to go on work trips though

SAERAN

MC gets a lot of emails since she worksfor the RFA

99% of the emails are valid, from gueststhat the RFA members suggest or close connections

But some emails are… Not so much

Saeran takes good care of MC and makessure she’s always protected, and looking scary helps when they’re in public tooand anyone thinks of getting too close

But he never expected her to be sogullible because that’s sort of the one thing he can’t protect her from. Plus,being so protective all the time doesn’t allow for many instances where she cando something gullible

But he learned a harsh lesson when oneday MC came swaggering into the room saying, “Saeran, we’re gonna be rich!”

There was a pause

Saeran’s eyes narrowed dangerously as heassumed there was a story behind this, and probably not a good one. “Explain.”

MC’s eyes light up as she tells thestory of how she received an email from a Nigerian prince who became aware thata distant relative of his was wrongly arrested and in need of help. The princeis fabulously rich, but can’t spend money at the moment and fervently asks MCfor her help

She continues, “He must know that theRFA is filled with important and sometimes rich people who would be willing togive him a hand!”

By the end of the story, Saeran’s handsare balled into fists and he’s struggling not to start screaming and yellingright off the bat

“So… did you… give this guy… any money?”

“Not yet, no! I figured I would let youknow before I did anything.”

Saeran practically melts into his chairfrom the pure relief washing over him like a tidal wave

He gets angry like a minute later ofcourse, because that was a really close call, and gives MC a long long longlong lecture on never paying attention to an email like that ever again, EVER.

Then tightens up the computer’s securitysystem because you can never be too careful with gullible MC

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