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1800-Curse-Control || Lilia Vanrouge

You decide to open a hotline for curing curses with Lilia. It goes exactly how you imagined it would—maybe even a little better.

“Lilia,” you said, rubbing your temples as you leaned against the counter in Ramshackle’s disaster of a kitchen. “Grim’s eating me out of house and home, literally. If I can’t afford the repairs soon, the roof will cave in. But all he cares about is premium tuna! Do you know how much that stuff costs?”

Lilia, who was casually floating upside down for no apparent reason, looked entirely too entertained. “Ah, the plight of a homeowner,” he said, grinning. “Why not turn your misfortune into opportunity? I’ve been told I have exceptional customer service skills, and I’ve been dreadfully bored. Let’s open a hotline for removing curses!”

You blinked at him. “A hotline. For curing curses.”

“Yes, my dear beastie,” he said, flipping upright midair and landing gracefully. “Think about it! This school is crawling with fools who drink unlabeled potions, poke magical artifacts, and anger vengeful spirits just for sport. You’d be rich in a week!”

“…I hate how much sense that actually makes.”

“It’s a foolproof plan,” Lilia continued, already pulling a notepad from somewhere to scribble down ideas. “I’ll handle the exorcisms and the cackling, naturally. You, my dear entrepreneur, can be the charming face of the operation. We’ll call it—hmm—��Curse-B-Gone.’”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine, ‘Hex Hotline.’”

You considered it. On one hand, it sounded completely ridiculous. On the other hand, there was that third-year who accidentally swapped his voice with a frog’s last week and the freshmen who kept mysteriously sprouting feathers.

“…How much are we charging?”

“Ah-ha! I knew you’d come around!” Lilia said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s see, we’ll need tiers. Minor hex removal? Hundred thaumarks. Major curses—hair-growing hexes, spontaneous transformation curses—those will start at Five Hundred.”

“And what about something, like, really bad? What if someone’s whole body turns into a pumpkin or something?”

“That’s a premium package. One thousand thaumarks.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. Okay, I’m in. But if this flops, you’re buying Grim’s tuna for the next month.”

Lilia smirked, his fangs glinting mischievously. “Deal.”

By the end of the day, you’d set up a magical hotline using some weird orb Lilia “borrowed” from the library, a vaguely threatening poster campaign across the campus (“Cursed? Hexed? A jackal-headed god show up at your dorm? Call us!”), and a suspiciously well-stocked supply of anti-curse materials Lilia claimed were “leftovers” from his youth.

You weren’t sure whether to feel excited or like you’d just signed up for the most bizarre mistake of your life. Either way, you couldn’t wait to see how this would go down.

The orb hotline rang for the first time, glowing ominously on the rickety desk in Ramshackle. You and Lilia exchanged glances.

“Answer it!” he whispered, like this was some spy mission and not a cursed customer service line.

With a deep breath, you picked it up. “Uh… Hello, this is the Cursed and Confused Hotline. How can we—”

“YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” Ace’s voice screamed on the other end. “HE’S GOING TO KILL ME THIS TIME!”

You winced, holding the orb away from your ear. “Ace? What happened?”

“I DON’T KNOW! I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE TEA!”

“Okay, and?”

“And I might’ve…accidentally used that weird sugar in the Heartslabyul pantry, the one that glows in the dark? And now Riddle’s head is covered in, like…peonies. Big, pink peonies. They keep growing whenever he gets mad, which, uh, is always.”

You slapped your forehead. “You cursed your housewarden?!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!” Ace wailed. “I thought it was sugar, not cursed fertilizer! Look, can you just fix this before he declares ‘off with my head’ for real?”

“Ugh, fine. Where are you now?”

“Hiding in the rose bushes. He hasn’t found me yet, but I think I heard him sharpening a guillotine.”

“Classic Heartslabyul,” Lilia said cheerfully, already packing his so-called emergency kit.

When you and Lilia arrived at Heartslabyul, it was pure chaos. Riddle stood in the center of the garden, his face as red as his hair—and also half-obscured by an explosion of giant pink peonies blooming out of his head like some cursed bouquet.

“TREY!” Riddle bellowed. “GET THE GARDEN SHEARS!”

Ace was crouched in a rose bush nearby, whispering frantically. “Please tell me you brought an anti-cursed-flower spray or something!”

You ignored him and approached Riddle cautiously. “Uh, Riddle? You’ve got—”

“I KNOW WHAT I HAVE!” Riddle shrieked, a few more flowers blooming on his head. “I demand immediate remedy! Or else—”

“We’ll fix it,” Lilia cut in, grinning like this was the most fun he’d had in centuries. “Now, let’s see…” He pulled a vial of glowing liquid from his kit. “This should do the trick.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, eyeing the suspiciously fizzing vial.

“Of course not,” Lilia said, popping it open.

He dumped the liquid over Riddle’s head without warning. The flowers immediately shriveled up and disappeared.

Riddle blinked, touching his head in astonishment. “…It’s gone?”

“You’re welcome,” Lilia said with a dramatic bow.

Ace peeked out from the bushes. “So…he’s not mad anymore, right?”

Riddle’s death glare answered that question.

“RUN!” you yelled, dragging Ace out of the garden as Riddle shouted about punishment for “sugar crimes.”

Back at Ramshackle, you slumped against the desk. “We’re never doing house calls again.”

Lilia just laughed. “Oh, but the drama! I live for it!”

The hotline orb began glowing again, pulsing with a foreboding, bluish light.

You groaned. “If this is Ace again, I swear—”

Lilia waved his hand. “Come now, it’s probably another entertaining disaster! Answer it!”

You reluctantly picked up. “Cursed and Confused Hotline. What’s your—”

“FIX. THIS. NOW!” came Azul’s shrill, panicked voice.

You blinked. “Azul? What’s—”

“I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE WHAT HE’S DONE THIS TIME!”

“Oh, come on, Azul!” Floyd’s voice cut in, cackling in the background. “It’s a masterpiece!”

“Masterpiece?” Azul screeched. “You flooded the dining room and filled it with—WHY ARE THERE EELS IN THE SOUP POTS?”

“Because it’s hilarious!” Floyd howled, clearly having the time of his life.

Jade’s calm voice joined in, oozing politeness as always. “To be fair, Floyd has a point. The eels are thriving in there.”

Azul sputtered like a broken faucet. “THRIVING?! THEY’RE STEALING PEOPLE’S FOOD!”

“Sounds efficient to me,” Floyd said. You could practically hear him smirking. “Dinner and a show!”

Lilia perked up. “Eels in soup pots? How creative!”

“Don’t encourage him!” Azul barked. “Do you know how much it costs to repair the water damage he’s caused? The walls are dripping! The chandelier is dripping! I AM DRIPPING!”

“That’s not cursed,” you said, trying to hide your amusement. “That’s just Floyd being—well, Floyd.”

“Oh, no, it’s cursed,” Azul hissed. “Every time I try to remove the eels, the water level rises. They’re like aquatic squatters! Fix it or I swear I’ll—”

The sound of something massive splashing cut him off, followed by Floyd’s uncontrollable laughter.

“HAHAHA! He slipped into the soup pot! Jade, did you see that?”

“I did,” Jade replied, his voice as smooth as ever. “It was quite elegant.”

“AZUL’S AN EEL NOW!” Floyd cried. “Eel bros for life, baby!”

The orb started vibrating violently.

“Get. Over. Here. Now.” Azul’s voice was barely a whisper, the tone of someone seconds away from an aneurysm.

You sighed and grabbed your bag. “Let’s go before he implodes.”

When you arrived at Mostro Lounge, it was exactly what you expected—and somehow worse. The entire dining area was flooded, eels swam lazily in the soup pots, and Azul was perched on a chair, drenched from head to toe and glaring murderously at Floyd, who was happily paddling through the water like it was his personal playground.

“Finally!” Azul barked, waving his wet hand. “Do something! Anything!”

Floyd, half-submerged in a soup pot, waved at you. “Hey! You wanna join the eel party? First rule—no rules!”

Lilia clapped his hands. “This is magnificent chaos!”

Azul groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’ll double your pay if you fix this immediately.”

You glanced at Lilia, who was already pouring a suspiciously glowing liquid into the water.

“This should work,” he said cheerfully.

The water started to drain, the eels vanished in puffs of smoke, and the room returned to normal—except for Floyd, who now floated upside down in midair, spinning like a cursed top.

“Whoa, this is AWESOME!” Floyd laughed, twirling like a maniac. “I’m a flying eel!”

Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you said “I’m charging you extra for emotional damages.”

The hotline orb flared up again, casting a frantic purple glow. You groaned, mid-sip of tea.

“I don’t know if I can handle more insanity.”

Lilia, perched upside down on the couch, grinned. “Nonsense! Chaos keeps the heart young. Answer it!”

Reluctantly, you picked it up. “Cursed and Confused Hotline. What did you do, and how bad is it?”

“It’s me! It’s Epel!” came the desperate, whisper-shouted voice of the Pomefiore freshman. “I need your help—immediately! I’ve got the worst curse of all on me.”

“Worst curse?” you asked, frowning. “What’s going on?”

“Vil,” Epel said, voice shaking. “And Rook.”

“...Epel, those are people, not curses.”

“They are when Vil finds out I repurposed his limited-edition face mask jars as apple cider mugs for the guys in Savanaclaw!”

Lilia burst into a delighted cackle. “Oh, that’s fantastic!”

“Not fantastic! Vil’s gonna flay me alive!” Epel hissed. “And Rook’s hunting me down like a rabbit in the woods. Please, ya gotta help!”

You tried not to laugh. “How exactly do you want me to help? I can’t exactly—”

A loud thud echoed through the call, followed by Epel screaming, “He found me! NO! PUT THAT BOW DOWN!”

“Bonjour, my friend~!” Rook’s voice came through, as smooth as velvet and disturbingly cheerful. “Ah, how beautiful the chase! Like a fox cornered by the hounds, our petit pomme has finally been found!”

“ROOK, NO! DON’T HAND ME OVER!”

“Oh, petit lapin,” Rook said, unbothered, “the punishment will only make you stronger. Think of it as a trial by fire!”

“I DON’T WANT TO BE STRONGER, I WANNA BE ALIVE!” Epel shrieked.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Rook, what exactly are you planning to do with him?”

“Ah, worry not,” Rook replied. “I am but a humble messenger delivering him to justice. Vil has been most patient.”

“HE CALLED ME A PEASANT AND THREW A HEEL AT ME, THAT’S PATIENT?” Epel howled.

Lilia leaned forward, thoroughly entertained. “Rook, at least let us have a word with Epel before he meets his doom.”

“But of course!”

“HELP ME!” Epel screamed the moment Rook handed him the phone. “Distract them, hex me, I dunno, CURSE ME INTO A TREE OR SOMETHING—”

“Epel,” you said firmly, trying not to laugh, “you’re going to have to face Vil eventually. What’s the worst he could do?”

“THE WORST? Oh, I dunno, exile me to a skincare bootcamp for the rest of my natural life?”

Rook’s voice floated in. “Imagine it, petit pomme: cleansing facials, detoxifying baths, and no more cider mugs. A new you!”

“YOU STAY OUTTA THIS!”

You sighed. “I can offer one thing.”

“Anything!”

“An apology. I suggest you start practicing now.”

“An apology?! I called Vil’s collection overhyped snake oil. I’m DOOMED!”

“Not if you run fast enough,” Rook chimed in cheerfully. “Shall we test your stamina?”

The call ended with Epel’s scream, followed by the distinct sound of someone bolting at full speed.

“Well,” Lilia said, smiling. “That was worth every second.”

Jamil’s voice crackled through the orb strained and absolutely done.

"Hi, yeah, it’s me again."

You rolled your eyes. "Let me guess. Kalim tried to throw a party?"

"And Cater," Jamil growled, the sound of something crashing in the background. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to manage one chaos gremlin? Now imagine two. They’ve cursed half the dorm—random objects are coming to life, and singing. And I don’t mean pleasant singing. I mean like if a banshee and a kazoo had a love child."

Lilia leaned in beside you, eyes glittering with delight. "Oho, this sounds entertaining! What did they do this time?"

Jamil sighed deeply, as if he’d just aged ten years in the past ten minutes. "Kalim thought it would be fun to 'spice up' a party by enchanting the decorations. Cater encouraged him, saying it would make a great Magicam post. The result? The curtains are now tap-dancing, the chandelier won’t stop singing old sea shanties, and the punch bowl tried to bite me."

Lilia clapped his hands. "This sounds like an excellent way to spend the afternoon! Let’s go!"

You groaned. "Why do I have to go?"

"Because you’re the only one who can keep Lilia from making things worse," Jamil deadpanned.

Arriving at Scarabia was like stepping into a fever dream. The furniture was waltzing around the room, the ceiling fan was chanting, "Spin me right round, baby, right round," and the aforementioned punch bowl snarled at you as you walked in.

Kalim, of course, was having the time of his life, clapping to the rhythm of the furniture parade. Cater was filming everything, laughing as he tried to get the chandelier to do a TikTok dance.

"Do you see what I have to deal with?" Jamil hissed, his hair practically frazzled.

"Let’s fix this before someone dies," you muttered, pulling out the anti-curse toolkit Lilia had handed you on the way.

"Or before someone posts this to Magicam and the entire world sees it," Jamil added grimly, glaring at Cater.

It started smoothly enough—well, as smoothly as any curse-breaking session with Lilia could go. The two of you worked to unravel the enchantments while dodging flying pillows and shrieking party streamers.

Then, of course, you made the mistake of touching an enchanted lamp.

It burst into song—loud, off-key, and somehow extremely personal. The lyrics were all about your lack of a love life and questionable fashion choices. Before you could fight back, it tangled itself around your arms and legs, dragging you upward toward the chandelier.

"Hey, uh, Lilia? Little help!"

Lilia, ever the dramatic savior, leaped into action. With a mischievous grin, he sliced through the magical binds with a well-aimed spell and caught you mid-fall.

You blinked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. His crimson eyes glimmered with amusement, his fangs showing in a victorious smirk. He cradled you with an ease that shouldn’t have been possible given his stature.

"You alright there, my dear?" he asked, voice low and teasing.

"Yeah, I’m fine," you muttered, face heating up. "Just…you know…trying not to die."

But your brain wasn’t focusing on that. It was too busy processing the fact that Lilia was holding you like you weighed nothing, and you could feel your pulse quickening. Damn it, why is my heart beating so fast?

He tilted his head, studying you with an unreadable expression. "Are you sure? Your face is a bit flushed."

"Nope! Totally fine!" you squeaked, scrambling out of his arms as soon as your feet touched the ground.

Jamil, watching the whole thing from across the room, rolled his eyes. "Great. Now you’re cursed too."

"Shut up, Jamil."

It took another hour, but the dorm was finally back to normal—or as normal as Scarabia could be. Kalim apologized profusely, Cater promised to delete the footage (he didn’t), and Jamil looked like he might snap at any moment.

As you and Lilia walked out, you tried to calm your racing heart, but he leaned in with a knowing grin.

"Quite the adventure today, wasn’t it?"

"Sure," you replied quickly, hoping your face wasn’t still red.

He hummed thoughtfully. "I wonder what’s got your heart racing so much. You’re not catching feelings for your favorite partner-in-chaos, are you?"

"Not a chance," you lied, your heart betraying you with another treacherous thump.

Lilia just chuckled, and you couldn’t tell if he believed you—or if he was just letting you stew in your own embarrassment for fun.

The enchanted orb buzzed frantically, and you groaned as you reached for it. The second you accepted the call, you heard Deuce.

“HELP! WE MESSED UP BAD!”

“Deuce?” you asked, already dreading the answer. “What did you do this time?”

Jack’s voice came through, exasperated and growly. “It wasn’t just him. I was there too.”

“Great,” you deadpanned. “So, what kind of mess am I cleaning up now?”

Deuce gulped. “We, uh… were practicing some spellwork for exams—”

“Right by the Spelldrive practice field,” Jack added grimly.

Your eyes widened. “Please don’t tell me you—”

“Destroyed the field? Yeah,” Deuce admitted miserably. “But we didn’t mean to! The explosion was an accident!”

You heard a sharp, angry voice in the background: “AN ACCIDENT?! YOU DESTROYED HALF THE FIELD, YOU LITTLE—”

“Leona’s there?” you asked, already standing up.

Deuce nodded frantically. “He’s so mad. Please come before he kills us!”

“Stay put,” you said, grabbing your things. “And pray he doesn’t finish you off before we get there.”

The Spelldrive practice field was a warzone. One goalpost was completely obliterated, sand smoldered in random patches across the ground, and an entire section of the bleachers looked like it had been hit by a tornado.

Leona was standing in the middle of the chaos, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Deuce and Jack, who were huddled behind a tipped-over bench like it could save them. His team stood a safe distance away, clearly too smart to get involved.

You arrived with Lilia in tow, who was already grinning like he’d just stumbled upon the most entertaining show of the year.

“Oh, this is delightful,” Lilia mused, surveying the carnage. “It’s like an abstract painting of destruction.”

“Not helping,” you muttered, jogging toward the scene.

Leona’s sharp green eyes locked onto you. “Finally. You gonna fix this mess, or do I get to turn these two into sandbags?”

“Leona,” you said, stepping between him and the disaster twins, “We’ll handle it. Just… don’t murder them. Yet.”

Leona snorted. “You’ve got five minutes.”

Lilia hummed a jaunty tune as he began waving his hands over the destroyed sections of the field. Slowly, the sand settled, the goalpost reformed, and the bleachers stopped looking like they’d gone through a blender.

Meanwhile, you kept Leona from pouncing on Deuce and Jack, who were watching Lilia work with wide eyes.

“You two better hope I don’t find out about another ‘accident,’” Leona growled, looming over you.

“Relax,” you said, holding up a hand. “They’re idiots, not criminals. Save your energy for your team.”

Leona rolled his eyes but stepped back, muttering something about “babysitters.”

When everything was finally back in order, Lilia dusted off his hands with a satisfied smile. “That was quite fun. We should let those two cause chaos more often.”

You shot him a look. “Please don’t encourage them.”

Leona, arms crossed and clearly annoyed, stepped closer. “You’re done? Good. I’ll send Ruggie with something to pay you later.” Then he smirked, eyes flicking between you and Lilia. “Now keep your lovesick asses away from my practice field.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Wha—?! Lovesick?”

Leona just walked off with a lazy wave, leaving you standing there, half-mortified.

Lilia leaned in, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Oh my. He really has a way with words, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t you start,” you muttered, your face burning.

But when you turned to walk away, Lilia was by your side, chuckling softly. He caught your wrist gently, pulling you to a stop for just a moment. “For what it’s worth,” he said, voice quieter and more serious, “you were quite impressive back there, keeping Leona from turning them into mincemeat.”

Your heart did a flip. “Uh… thanks?”

He let go with a grin, stepping back and returning to his usual playful tone. “Now, let’s see if we can avoid the next disaster, hmm?”

You weren’t sure if your face would ever cool down.

Potions class with the first-year gang was never uneventful. Today was no exception. The room smelled faintly of burnt caramel as Grim waved his tiny paws at Ace, who was leaning smugly on the table.

“I told you not to put that in!” Grim yelped.

“I barely touched it!” Ace shot back.

“It doesn’t matter who did it!” Sebek barked, slamming his hands on the table. “What matters is that our potion is—”

“About to blow,” Jack growled, pointing to the cauldron bubbling ominously.

“Wait—WHAT?!” you yelped, but it was too late.

The cauldron erupted, spraying a shimmering pink mist over everyone. The class erupted into chaos as Sebek shouted about “inferior techniques,” Epel coughed dramatically like he was dying, and Deuce tried (and failed) to douse the sparks with his coat.

You, unfortunately, caught the brunt of the potion to the face.

You thought the effects were mild at first—just a faint warmth in your chest and the echo of the sugary-sweet scent in your nose. But when you sat down at lunch with Lilia and Malleus, the symptoms became impossible to ignore.

Lilia was chatting animatedly, laughing at his own jokes and waving his fork in the air, while Malleus nodded thoughtfully. But you weren’t hearing a word.

Your brain had decided that the only thing worth focusing on was how kissable Lilia’s lips looked.

Wait, what?

You shook your head, trying to clear it, but it only got worse. Now you were noticing how nice his voice was. And his smile. And the way his hand brushed yours when he passed the salt—

Oh, no.

“Child of man,” Malleus said, pulling you from your internal meltdown, “you seem… distracted.”

You blinked rapidly. “Uh. Yeah. Distracted. Totally fine. Definitely not—uh—totally infatuated with Lilia or anything.”

Lilia looked up, smirking. “Oh? How flattering.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “IT’S THE POTION!”

Malleus watched you pace back and forth in the hallway, his expression somewhere between amused and curious.

“You have to fix me,” you begged, grabbing his shoulders. “This has to be the potion talking. There’s no way I just—randomly—started thinking about Lilia like that!”

Malleus tilted his head, his eyes studying you intently. “You truly believe you are under an enchantment?”

“Yes! Of course!” You gestured wildly. “I mean, it’s Lilia! He’s my partner in crime! He’s—he’s—”

“Kissable?” Malleus offered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Your hands dropped to your sides. “You are so not helping.”

He stepped closer, his presence calm but commanding, and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Very well, child of man. Allow me to assess your condition.”

Malleus leaned forward, his magic swirling faintly around him as he studied you with eerie precision.

After a moment, he straightened, folding his arms. “The potion you were exposed to was a failure. Its intended effects are nonexistent.”

You froze. “What are you saying?”

Malleus raised an eyebrow. “I am saying that you are not under a spell. Your feelings are entirely your own.”

You stared at Malleus in horror.

“So… you’re telling me… I’m not cursed?”

“Precisely.”

“And this… this whole… wanting to kiss Lilia thing…” You paused, voice dropping to a mortified whisper. “That’s just me?”

Malleus nodded sagely. “Indeed.”

You covered your face with your hands. “No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

Lilia’s voice drifted from the next room. “Are you done conspiring with Malleus, beastie? Lunch is getting cold!”

You peeked through your fingers at Malleus, who looked like he was thoroughly enjoying your suffering.

“Good luck, child of man,” he said, patting your shoulder.

You groaned. “I’m going to die.”

And yet, as you returned to the table and sat down next to Lilia, who greeted you with his usual teasing grin, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

You didn’t think it could get any worse than being late for class, but that was before Grim decided to experiment with potions unsupervised. Now, you and Lilia were sprinting through the halls of NRC, dodging a cursed army of flying spoons.

“I told Grim not to use the potions lab as a snack bar!” you gasped, barely ducking as a spoon zoomed past your head with terrifying precision.

Lilia, running beside you, was grinning like this was the most fun he’d had all week. “I must admit, this is an impressive level of chaos. Even I wouldn’t have thought to curse cutlery!”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” you panted, grabbing his arm as another wave of spoons turned the corner. “Hide!”

The two of you dove behind a nearby tapestry, pressing against the wall as the spoons zipped past, their metallic clinking fading into the distance.

For a moment, it was quiet—except for the pounding of your heart.

Your breathing slowly steadied, but your heart didn’t. Not when Lilia was so close, his eyes gleaming with excitement and his cheeks flushed from the chase.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Lilia,” you blurted, voice trembling but determined, “I’m in love with you.”

Lilia blinked, his surprise evident for a split second before a soft smile curved his lips. “Ah, I see. Was it the spoons that gave me away, or my undeniable charm?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I’m serious!”

He chuckled, gently pulling your hands away to meet your eyes. “So am I. I’ve felt the same for quite some time.”

Your breath hitched. “Really?”

“Really,” he murmured, leaning closer. His lips brushed yours, soft and fleeting, but it sent your heart racing like you were being chased by a thousand cursed spoons.

He pulled back, his grin mischievous. “Now, let’s survive this first date, shall we?”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you from your hiding spot just as the spoons began circling back like a swarm of metallic bees.

“Run!”

You laughed despite yourself, sprinting hand-in-hand with Lilia as the chaos erupted around you once more.

And yet, as you glanced at him—his hair wild, his smile unshakable, his fingers warm around yours—you couldn’t help but think:

I want this forever.

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 1 year ago

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bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tuesday, zhang hao— string ensemble

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here. ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.8k ⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down) ⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated. ⋆˙⟡ tuesday summary: happy tuesday, you know what that means: two straight hours of wind ensemble. and it's made even more enjoyable by first chair, zhang hao, chewing you out for every mistake you make. he's been quiet today though. it's making your skin crawl. can you manage to get out unscathed?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. dub-con. bullying. stuck up, tattletale hao. this is a doozy. you'll be glad we took it easy monday. smut in gn and fem versions are substantially different due to logistics/circumstance. also i clearly know nothing about playing the violin so just 🤓☝️ pipe down over there, k? ily. actually would love to hear real violinists thoughts on this so hmu. ⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★☆☆ (3.5)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: foreign object and finger insertion (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dub-con: hao doesn't have consent before sexually touching reader but reader is turned on by it, cum play, bullying.

DO NOT PUT ROSIN UP YOUR HOO HA YA DINGUS!! purely for entertainment purposes, this fic exists in a world where there aren't consequences for that okay? DON'T. I REPEAT DON'T. DO THIS IRL. okay thank you, love you.

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you take a deep breath, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet at the south campus entrance. you’d barely gotten any sleep last night after your encounter with jiwoong, too busy tossing and turning as you pictured the dirty looks you’d be getting all over campus the next day. but as you walk across the main courtyard to the music building this afternoon, you’re surprised and elated to hear no frantic whispers in response to your presence.

had jiwoong really kept what happened yesterday a secret? you find it hard to believe he’d want to protect your reputation and mental well-being. still, the proof was in the pudding and, so far, the pudding seemed entirely unaware of who you are. just how you like it.

on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

as you enter the orchestra room, you spot that force immediately— already seated and delicately coating the hairs of his bow with the lifetime supply of premium rosin he’d won for first place violinist at the chinese international music competition three years ago. you know this fact because he never lets you forget it.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black music chair, smoothing your skirt so that it doesn’t ride up while you play. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

he doesn’t even look at you. and though you already intended to fix the problem without his prompting, you place your violin back in its case and start to fish around in the velvet compartments for some rosin. when you come up empty, you start to panic.

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides her lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

you couldn’t argue with that. it was the truth. but your little incident with jiwoong had preoccupied you and suddenly every perfectionist task you routinely performed seemed... obsolete. how could you let him get to you like this?

and why did it still feel so good?

professor ahn taps her baton again, signaling for everyone to turn to the first page of your spring concert repertoire. you swallow nervously, opening your sheet music booklet to tippett’s fantasia concertante on a theme of corelli. it’s an extremely difficult piece that an outstanding violinist struggles to play on a good day. and you would be playing it with your bow in a noticeably poor condition.

you stumble through the piece as quietly as possible, cringing when the sound your instrument produces is less than satisfactory. though your ensemble is still learning the song, others’ mistakes aren’t enough to hide the strange performance coming from the second-chair violinist.

“zhang hao-sshi,” professor ahn suddenly calls. the boy to your left looks up at her in attention, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. “who is responsible for that unsatisfactory sound?”

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happened during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

there was a reason professor ahn held such distaste for you and your craft and that reason was zhang hao. each and every rehearsal, your professor would ask the first chair to list any mistakes he’d heard from your section and he apparently only ever noticed yours. you’d sit there, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as hao described every error you made in great detail that day— professor ahn taking note and deducting points from your rehearsal grade as she saw fit.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

but his gaze returns to his sheet music, pencil floating across the paper as he quietly adds annotations. you’re honestly freaked out. had he hit his head? had the difficulty of the piece actually thrown him that much?

rehearsal ends shortly thereafter and you stay in your chair, silently tending to your violin next to hao. you’re both usually the last to leave, but hao always makes it a point to stay just a few seconds longer than you. just to prove something.

after your instrument is safely back in its case, you stand up and make your way over to the instrument storage closet. you find your cubby, pulling out your key and unlocking your unit so you can leave your violin there for the remainder of your classes this afternoon.

as you place your violin case gently inside and lock your cubby, the unexpected sound of footsteps behind you makes you freeze in place. slowly, you turn around to find hao standing in the doorway of the storage closet.

weird. hao would never undermine his unparalleled musicianship by keeping his violin in a public storage unit. he sets his case down next to him, crossing his arms and leaning on the left side of the door frame.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

“what do you mean, for what?” hao spits, eyes narrowing angrily. “i didn’t tell professor ahn about any of the mistakes you made today. and i don’t know if you noticed, but you made a fuck ton.”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

“oh,” you reply, tilting your head in surprise. you swallow the urge to tell him that kindness in demand of a thank you is not exactly kindness and instead, just nod. “yeah. thank you. i guess.”

it must be some weird power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

“honestly, you’re kind of making me uncomfortable,” you reply, ducking under his arm and walking back out into the orchestra room. “so if my lack of gratitude means you’re going to go back to humiliating me in front of the entire string ensemble every day... i guess i’ll just have to continue living with it.”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

clearly you’ve just hallucinated. you’re so stressed from yesterday’s events that you’ve started hearing things. or maybe you’re still asleep in your bed at home. or maybe you’re dead. because there’s no way hao would ever give you his beloved rosin.

“let me just get it out of my case,” he says, bending down to the ground and opening up his very expensive violin case. you walk over to him slowly, partly because you don’t believe him and partly because you’re starting to worry something is terribly wrong with him.

“hao, are... are you feeling okay?” you ask, stepping back into the storage closet and watching as he pulls out a fresh cake of premium rosin. it’s a box-shape with rounded edges and no plastic holder, the golden-brown hardened sap shining beautifully even in the dim light of the storage closet.

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

“i don’t see why you’d give this to me without a price,” you elaborate skeptically. “you don’t like me. you’re actively mean to me actually. it doesn’t make sense that you’d give me something you value without asking for anything in return. i mean, you couldn’t even randomly choose to cover for me during rehearsal without demanding a thank you after.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“we have a deal,” hao affirms with a stupid, perfect smirk. he closes the gap between you, holding out the rosin in his palm. when you try to take it from him, he retracts his hand. “i’ll take the thank you first actually.”

“sure,” you agree, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... i think you could use some rosin.”

“what do you—” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and a sudden draft hits your heat as your panties are shoved to the side beneath your skirt. the air leaves your lungs as long, thin fingers dip through your folds and squeeze something cold and smooth inside of you.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “i think that might help your tone.”

“y-you... did you...” you stammer as you gawk at the boy in front of you. your cheeks are beet red at the violation of your sex. you’re in such shock that all you can whisper is, “you can’t put that in... there.”

“an instrument should be well cared for,” he challenges, sinking to his knees and running his hands up and down your bare thighs. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved a foreign object up you without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he backs you against the wall of storage units exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. you step out of them without a word. he lifts your right leg over his shoulder, bringing your cunt closer to his face as he holds your hips steady.

he licks a stripe starting just above your opening to your clit as if he wants to taste every inch of you. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his fingers grip into your hips. “definitely needs more rosin.”

he dives back in, lapping at your cunt— tongue flicking your bundle of nerves as your arousal builds. you must’ve fallen into an alternate dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips but all of your worries aren’t eased just yet.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, starting to feel a bit dizzy. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects in between sloppy traces of his tongue. “the average internal temperature of a vagina is 37.5 degrees.”

“but—”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao ridicules, biting gently at your clit. you throw your head back at the sensation as he increases the pressure of his tongue against you. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

“hao,” you beg, his slander just adding to the pleasure you’re feeling as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. he parts your entrance with his fingers, the cake of rosin slipping out into his palm with a crude, wet smack. you both stare at the golden brown block, still perfectly intact but now dripping in your arousal. he drags it down the inside of your thighs, mesmerized by the trail of glistening honey it leaves on your skin. “mm, coated perfectly now.”

he drops the rosin on the floor next to you, replacing the empty space in your pussy with his ring and middle fingers. you gasp at the stretch, clenching involuntarily around him.

“i think you’re ready to play,” hao decides, curling his fingers up inside of you against your front wall and pressing on your clit with his thumb. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

you do as he says, moaning as the pads of his fingers press into your sweet spot again. with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of his finger-fucking. it’s all too much for you to handle, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

you can barely hold yourself up, clinging to the shelves on either side of you as hao works you through your high. your breathing returning to normal, he looks up at you as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy— lips pink and glistening with your juices.

he removes your right leg from around his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“yeah, sure,” hao replies dismissively. after making such a big deal about a thank you, it figures he’d pretend he never cared in the first place. “clean off that rosin and use it next week or i’ll tell professor ahn you stole it from me.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

he just shrugs, walking over to the door and picking up his violin case. unlocking the door and pushing it open, he takes a few steps out the door before suddenly stopping in his tracks. he turns over his shoulder to look at you. “i almost forgot to ask...”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: hand/oral (reader receiving), throat fucking with fingers (reader receiving), dubcon: hao does not have consent before inserting fingers into reader's mouth, reader is turned on by this, cum play, bullying.

IF YOU WANT TO COVER YOUR ROSIN IN CUM, YOU CAN I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU but from everything i've read in research for this fic, it will ruin it so maybe don't. up to you tho, babe. love you.

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on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black chair, propping your sheet music booklet up onto your music stand. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides your lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

and why did it still feel so good?

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happens during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

it must be some weird, new power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“sure,” you agree with a sigh, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... maybe your bow needs some rosin.”

“you already know it does! what are you even talking—,” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and two long, thin fingers are pushed inside of your mouth.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “a thorough coat to get that perfect sound.”

he cups your jaw with his free hand as he shoves his fingers further into your mouth. you gag slightly as he approaches the back of your throat, your cheeks turning beet red at the violation of your body.

“an instrument should be well cared for,” hao says as he removes his fingers from your lips, unbuttoning your jeans as he guides you to sit down in a black music chair. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved his fingers down your throat without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he sinks down between your legs exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, tugging at them until you finally lift your hips up wordlessly. he discards your underwear next, chuckling sardonically at your continued state of silence.

his lubricated fingers ghost over you, leaving a trail of your own saliva up and down your sex. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his free hand grips your thigh— fingers digging into the soft flesh. “definitely needs more rosin.”

hao pulls your hips closer to him, taking you into his mouth— swirling and sucking at your heat with his tongue. you must’ve fallen into another dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips.

“hao,” you beg, pleasure building as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. “maybe you can even learn something from how i’m playing you. everyone would appreciate that, huh?”

the patronizing insult makes you throb, another whimper falling out of you. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to you, sucking at your most sensitive part with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of hand. it’s all too much for you to handle, your core beginning to spasm.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

hao pulls out the cake of rosin from his back pocket as he works you through your high, bringing it between your legs and covering it in your release. your breathing slowly returning to normal,he runs the sticky rosin down each of your inner thighs.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, both hypnotized and concerned. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects as he coats the rosin in more of your fluids. “your body temperature is 37 degrees.”

“but—.”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao baits, licking up the last remnants of your orgasm for himself. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

his eyes lock with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare up at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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Five times you hated Joshua

genre : soft angst word count : 1.3 k words > trigger warnings : profanities and slight slut-shaming (not by shua)

When he helped you up after you tripped in front of him like a goddamn idiot

What happened half an hour ago was the thing you have been dreading since you and Joshua broke up. You even went to church on a Sunday with your mother and begged God to let you keep your dignity for once and NOT make a fool of yourself in front of Joshua. And did you do exactly one week later? Be the biggest, most pathetic loser in this whole city, nay, the universe! Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Lots of people make eye contact with their ex who they have been ghosting, and then stub their toe in the sidewalk, let out a scream a pterodactyl would be proud of, and fall face first into the snow. Joshua running over to help you up was the nail on the coffin. You hated him so much.

Why couldn't he have left you alone when you were hurt?

When he lied to your mom that you were still together

"Why didn't you tell me the reason Joshua couldn't come to family dinner was because he is busy on an important work project? A project that could even net him a promotion??" As usual, your mother screeched as soon as the call connected.

Blindsided by it all, you replied in the most intelligent way you could,

"Huh?”

"And here I thought he finally had enough of you and broke up. I mean no would blame him. Look at who Joshua is and look at yourself. Goodness!”

"Um, yeah, sorry, he was just busy.”

Your brain volleyed off your mom's interrogation on autopilot because the only thing your mind could loop was how much you loathed Joshua.

Why did he still have to be your partner in crime?

When he helped you feed stray cats even when he doesn't like pets.

Enough time has passed since your breakup that you felt that it was safe enough to pass through your old neighbourhood yours and Joshua's home. Making a slight detour to check up on the two stray cats you used to take care of, you push down the feelings of guilt that bubble up. You keep telling yourself that they are okay. They are stray cats. They will be fine without you feeding them premium grade tuna. But, you are still apprehensive of what you are going to find. Suddenly, you see a silhouette dropping something on where the cats frequently gather. Recognizing it's Joshua, you dash into deep dive into the adjacent alley. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you recognize the can Joshua poured something out of. Making sure to stay still until he leaves, you creep slower when the area is deserted again. You saw right. It was the type of tuna you always fed the strays with. It took you a whole minute to wrap your head around the fact that Joshua kept on feeding your the cats. The same Joshua who grumbled that they will follow you home if you keep on feeding them. The same Joshua who passive aggressivly attached the pet policy notice on the fridge with magnets. That Joshua? You can't even stand seeing a single strand of his hair at this moment.

Why did he break his own rules for you?

When he doesn't let anyone disrespect you behind your back

You didn't mean to hear it. However, it seemed that the universe decided that you were its new punching bag and thus, the moment you hit behind the curtains to take a breather (cough hide from Joshua cough) , an annoying, grating voice piped up,

"Hey, Josh!"

Your first thought was, who the fuck is Josh and your second thought was, oh no (you could f e e l the universe smugly saying, oh yes)

"Hey, man! Long time no see. What's up?" A very, very familiar voice replied.

"It's all good. Just peachy. You here alone? I swear, I thought I saw that girl of yours."

You swear that you could feel the. heat radiating off a body just a few centimetres in front of you in the pitch-black darkness . And the voice responding confirmed that you were not being delusional.

"Um. Maybe she is here. I don't know actually. We sort of broke up." Joshua replied awkwardly.

"Oh damn. It's all right, bro. There are plenty of fish in the sea and all that. I always thought she was a bit of a bitch anyway. Acting like she is so above us while dressing so slutty."

Pin drop silent lasted for a few seconds and then, with steel in his voice that you didn't know he possessed, Joshua spit out,

"I think you got the wrong idea here, pal. She broke up with me and not the other way around. And even if I broke up with her, it would not be because of any fault of hers. She is an amazing person inside out."

That piping voice finally got a hint (who even was this idiot) and squeaked a bit in fear.

"Wow, sorry, man. I didn't know that you guys were still together. I totally respect your territory and all that."

"You don't have to respect my 'territory' at all. But never disrespect her in front of me again."

"Yeah, whatever, bye."

Both of you could hear the idiot mutter as he walked away, "What crawled up his ass today?"

Letting out a deep sigh, Joshua also walked away. And you hated him a bit more.

Why couldn't he let you face the world alone?

When he is always in your corner even when you are not

It was a dull Monday evening like any other. The only thing that was exciting in your life was that you were two pages away from finishing the book you were slogging through the last eight months. Just as you turn to the second last page, a small slip of paper starts to float down from the book. Now, curious, you pick it up only to read the words,

"Almost at the end! I always knew you could do it, sweetheart <3 - Your Joshua."

A high-pitched kneeing wail slipped out of your throat and you fell down to your knees. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Why did he have to be so supportive? You never hated someone as much as you hated him.

Why did he always have faith in you?

+ The one time you accepted that you will always love him

You were so used to taking the same route every day that it was something you could do with your eyes closed. Suddenly a shrill ring of the phone broke the sacred silence of the subway. Ugh, who doesn't even know to silence their phones before getting on here? You think before recognising that it was your phone that was ringing. In a panic-filled scramble, you accept the phone call and whisper,

"Hello?"

"Wow, I didn't think you would pick up." Joshua said with a tired chuckle.

"Um, well, I did. Is it something important you wanted to tell me? I am actually on the subway. I will call you back later?"

"No! It's fine. There's no need to call back." With a click, the call ended. You turn the short conversation over in your mind. Only one thing stood out. Joshua's voice was even but there seemed to be something he was holding back.

Making a sudden split decision, you elbow your way through the crowd and managed to get on the platform just one second before the subway pulled away. Giving yourself a second to catch your breathe, you make your way towards Joshua's house. It's not something an ex-girlfriend should do but Joshua was so bad at asking for help and you couldn't bear the thought of him experiencing any kind of pain.

It's okay, you guys were bad at being exes anyways.

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 8 months ago

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I’m glad I decided to leave Wattpad and stop using it as my main posting platform when I did years ago, because looking at it now, the censorship and the unfairness the platform gives its users are insane.

apparently your book could get shadowbanned if it contained violence, even if you rated it properly and gave your readers proper trigger warnings for them to decide for themselves if they wanted to go ahead and read it or not.

porn is allowed there but it has to be porn with plot. so porn without plot is banned if one of your readers decided they didn’t like what you wrote and reported your book to the platform. 🤡

listen… I wasn’t going to put 2 platforms against each other (if you like Wattpad and are okay with how they treat you as a writer and/or reader, then good for you), but meanwhile over here in AO3 we don’t have to deal with any of these censorship issues (and I hope it stays this way)

AO3 has a team of lawyers protecting its users.

AO3 doesn’t let any ad pop up on their site ever, because it’s a non profit organization, not one of those big corporations where you have to subscribe and pay for premium service if you want to keep using the app without an ad popping up every chapter.

AO3 — unlike Wattpad — is run by fans. for fans.

AO3 thrives solely on volunteers and donations because people appreciate how fairly it treats its users and how the platform refused to let censorship stop anyone from creating art.

you can write the wildest, most fucked up works on AO3 without having to fear your works might be reported. as long as you tag your works properly and make sure all the trigger warnings are there for your potential readers to decide for themselves if they want to read your works or not, you’re good.

*hence the “Dead Dove Do Not Eat” tag, which is very common on AO3.

just… if you’re looking for a sign to join AO3, I think this is it.

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hyperions-light · 27 days ago

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Making Fanfic Banners/Collages with Canva for FREE

Hello friends! Canva is an online software tool that mostly gets used for creating social media advertisements, but YOU can use it to make pretty, custom banners/collages/images for your fanfiction! For FREE!

WHY should you do this?

Fun

Custom art thing for your fic!

If you put pictures on your fic posts, sometimes you get more notes (sometimes)

The joy of creation!!!

I will walk you through it (with pictures) below the cut!

STEP ONE: GO TO CANVA, MAKE AN ACCOUNT

You can sign up with email, gmail, or FB. Gmail is the most convenient, but I think they do 2FA no matter what, so take that into account.

STEP TWO: DON'T PAY ANY MONEY & IGNORE AI

Every time you login or make stuff or do ANYTHING, Canva will try to get you to pay for Canva Pro. Don't do that. I've had access to the Pro and free versions and there's no reason to pay for anything on here. Also, they have an AI that's supposed to make things for you, but it sucks & isn't fun. Ignore it.

STEP 3: CHOOSE A TEMPLATE

Okay, so if you're a graphic designer... I mean I'm not sure why you're reading this tutorial, you can definitely make cooler stuff than I can! You should just use the 'create blank [post type]' button and go to town! But if you're not (like me) what I usually do is pick a type of template that Canva has (like blog banners, instagram posts, facebook covers, etc) and go browse their designs. My advice is not to look for something that you completely like, but something that has the right vibe-- you're going to be messing with all the individual aspects of the post anyway, so just pick based on aesthetics. Try to make sure that if you're going to put your fic title on your work that you pick/create a design where the text is clearly displayed/in an easily legible font.

NOTE: Some of the designs will have a little crown in the corner, and these designs are only available if you pay for premium. If they have a little $ on them, instead, that just means they have individual paid elements in them that you can get rid of, so feel free to use those, too!

STEP 4: CHOOSE YOUR PICTURES

Okay, so I like this screaming seagull one. I clicked on it, and selected 'customize template'. So now I want to get rid of the seagull, and replace him with my own stuff. You can do this a couple of ways: if you have screenshots from your game/show/other media, you can upload them by clicking on the little cloud icon on the left side that says "Uploads". If you DON'T have pictures, or you don't have ones you need, there are a couple options:

You can try to browse Canva's selection of pictures. It is in the "Elements" tab; you type in a search, and then select the "photos" filter from the little marquee below the search bar. My advice is to only use one word search terms, because Canva loves showing you all the photos that you can use if you pay for them, and if you use more words, they do that more often. There ARE free photos in there, but you have to scroll a bit.

If you don't want to deal with the search system or can't find what you're looking for, sites like Pixabay, Pexels, and Unsplash provide free photos that you can use without attribution, and do not require you to have an account to download. Please DO NOT just search using google/other engines and take things from there-- those photos are often not licensed for free use. The sites I linked will try to sell you pictures, but not as much as Canva, and there's usually a lot of free stuff to choose from. Download the pictures you want in a good resolution and upload them to Canva!

STEP 5: MESS AROUND WITH STUFF!

Okay, so now you can add your stuff and mess around with it!! Just click on the element (like the seagull) and delete it. Then go to your uploads and click + drag the image you want onto the canvas. You can use them as the background by dragging them to one of the corners, but you can also just put them on the canvas and mess around with them. In the left picture, you can see some of the options you have to resize and move around the image, so different elements appear on top of or behind it. If you click on the button that says 'edit' on the little bar menu that comes up when you select the image, you'll get the menu in the right picture, where you can mess with filters and colors, etc. It's not a completely comprehensive editing software, but you can do a lot of things! I encourage you to mess around and see what looks cool!

STEP SIX: ADD MORE STUFF, IF YOU WANT!

I love adding more stuff. You can change and add text by clicking on the textboxes that are already there, or you can use the "text" section on the left menu to add new blocks. They have some fun combinations and a lot of fonts! A thing I like to do is go in the elements tab and search for 'patterns'; you can add them on top of your image or elsewhere! The opacity setting is your best friend; you can overlay a bunch of stuff and create interesting/unique collages! You can also add basic shapes, frames, moving elements, and clipart, if you want!

STEP SEVEN (FINAL): DOWNLOAD YOUR THING!

When you're done, the 'share' menu in the upper right corner will let you download your image in a bunch of different formats (I'm pretty sure you could make a looping GIF for your fic here on Canva, too!) I usually do PNGs for the quality. I haven't had any issues uploading on Tumblr (or on Twitter, when I used it).

Anyway, I hope you'll try making these! I didn't show it, but there are a lot of different templates you can use, so if you want to make a collage instead, just look around! I think it's super fun to do for my fics! If you have any questions, you can bother me on my blog or in the replies section of this post, just please be polite! Thanks for reading!

#fanfiction #fanfiction banners #fic banners #tutorial #canva #resources #fandom resources #fandom #fanfic

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paikothecateater · 1 day ago

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Nordics when they crash out?

I'm doing the same format as the broken bones thing. Purely because it's too funny.

Denmark normally doesn't really crash out. He has half crash-outs where he'll get super pissed and rant really loudly for like three seconds before going 'okay, I need to just calm down for a second.' when it happens, it's usually because the others are fighting and refusing to be normal.

Sweden's reaction is to discreetly try to get Denmark to fully crash out. It never works because Denmark does not have the energy to deal with their bullshit.

Finland is always instantly like 'sorry!'

Norway finds it ridiculously funny.

Iceland rolls his eyes, super unbothered because he already told the others to stop, but do they ever listen to him? No.

There are two types of Sweden crash-outs. Regular and teaching Iceland how to drive. If he's just normally crashing out (usually because Denmark) he just glares and tries to hurt him verbally (unsuccessfully because stuttering) if it's teaching Iceland how to drive crash-out, there's yelling. "ICELAND! ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE ROAD?! ARE WE SEEING THE SAME THING?! MAYBE YOU NEED TO OPEN YOUR EYES?!"

Denmark always takes Sweden crashing out as a personal dare to make it worse.

Finland just passes away. Done. He's lived a good life. That's it, YKnow? All good things must come to an end. Here lies Finland, he saw Sweden actually mad.

Norway doesn't have to deal with it. He's the favourite.

Iceland will cry. As soon as they get home, there's almost like a salt line at the front door, and the demon that possesses Sweden into Gordon Ramseying Iceland has to retreat. Sweden will always apologise for yelling. He'll put his hands on Iceland's shoulders and say something to the effect of "listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You're still learning, and me yelling only made it worse. You did great."

Finland crashing out is by far the scariest. He will throw things at people. He will yell, and if you're unfortunate enough to be the target of said crash out, pull out a pen and paper because you don't have a will, and you're gonna need one really soon.

Denmark always tries to de-escalate, but if worse comes to worst, he'll probably have to actually step in and get Finland to calm down before he hurts someone.

Sweden is absolutely terrified of Finland crash-outs. He will run away as soon as he even feels like Finland might be close to crashing out.

Norway will also get mad and then you have two really scary guys at each other's throats, but at least it redirects Finland's anger.

Iceland finds it moderately funny if it's directed at someone else. If it's directed at him, he will hide behind Denmark.

If it's Norway crashing out, it's pretty bad. If you have children, you don't anymore. What you have are ticking timebombs who you will no longer be able to trust to go out in public because Norway is about to unlock the sailor vocabulary pro max premium.

Denmark's immediate response is to cover Iceland's ears because the sheer level of profanity coming out of Norway's mouth would kill him.

Sweden tries to get Norway to calm tf down because it is not that serious. He will only make it worse.

Finland covers his own ears and clutches his figurative pearls because Norway is just on another level of crass when he's crashing out.

Iceland is willing to slap him across the face, so he'll calm down, but he's too busy having his nonexistent innocence protected by Denmark.

Iceland is the only one who crashes out normally. Random yelling, probably some crying in there and word vomit that no one can understand.

Denmark's response is to essentially go 'oh, my child isn't happy... I'll just carry him until he calms down. And whoever said teenagers are just big toddlers was right because Iceland will calm down like that.

Sweden lets him get it out of his system. Partially because he doesn't know what to do and partially because he's scared of Iceland. Iceland is probably the only one that doesn't just get angry. He doesn't even get mad at all. He just gets really frustrated.

Finland is also like 'awe... Poor baby is upset' and will force him into a hug.

Norway just kinda stares at him and when he's done, he'll just give him a look like 'you done?' then give him a hug.

#aph nordics #aph headcanons #aph iceland #hws iceland #aph norway #hws norway #aph denmark #hws denmark #aph sweden #hws sweden #aph finland #hws finland

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theliterarywolf · 1 year ago

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Can I have an explanation as to what is the Fyre Festival(?) I don't know if I'm too young or not American enough to know ^^''

Long story short, watch this

youtube

Short story long and I mean long, so a good portion in will have a Read More break for the sake of people's dashboards:

We have a trust-fund baby by the name of Billy McFarland. Full-on too much allowance and money from mommy and daddy and nowhere near enough brains to use it.

Billy calls himself making a black card (credit cards for obnoxiously wealthy people) company called Magnises where the premise is basically

Billy: 'Why, yes, this is a money-sink of what is already a money-sink, but with this you get amazing deals on concerts and meeting celebrities~!'

Anyone dumb enough to sign up: 'Um... Okay, at least that last part sounds good. How does it work?'

Billy: 'That's the neat part! IT DOESN'T!'

So anyone would think 'okay, you can't even make something as simple as a customized credit card work, maybe you should stay away from business and investments for a bit'. Not Billy! Because during some big party or whatever, he happened to meet the famous (to some people) rapper Ja Rule! And they got to talking and decided 'why don't we throw a music festival with high-profile acts in the Bahamas?!'

So they actually flew out to Great Exuma with a bunch of influencer thots and Instagram models and lived it up to the fullest. Why? So they could get promo material for a festival that literally didn't even exist.

So determined were they to get this footage that when one model expressed discomfort at getting into a swimming pool (it was getting late and she was cold), Ja Rule told her to, quote, 'Get your ass in the damn pool'.

So they got this footage and started promoting online. And they sold out! Awesome, right? For them to see how much interest they got had to mean that they realized they needed to get infrastructure and hospitality squared away, right?

Ha ha -- WRONG.

Because even other people who were employed by Billy and Ja Rule were telling them, begging them 'we need at least 2 years to pull off something like this'.

But remember! Billy McFarland has horrific denial issues! So he kept insisting that they could make it happen! Also, something something -- taking out a bunch of short-term loans that he couldn't afford to default on -- something.

So they go full steam ahead!

...By not paying the local laborers they hired, the restaurant-owner they hired, the staff they hired--

But, traloo-traley! They day eventually arrives! Excited festival-goers are hopping on their flights to the Bahamas, expecting the highest luxury that their $1200 tickets could pay for.

By the way, is it... too late to mention that tickets only ranged from $500 to $1200? For a two week music festival? With all amenities included? IN THE FUCKING BAHAMAS?!

Festival-goers step out of the airport and are directed onto a school bus. ...Okay. Where they are then driven to a pretty miserable looking beach. ...Okay. Where they see a swathe of disaster-relief tents.

Welcome to Fyre Festival*!

*Note: The Festival barely ended up lasting two days from a combination of festival-goers seeing the shitshow, trying to leave but not having any spending money (because the Festival was advertised as cashless), and eventually being rounded up by the Bahamian Government and taken back to the airport.

Also: In addition to the festival-goers being promised premium accommodations that turned out to be those disaster-relief tents, they were promised fine dining which those who arrived early got... At the expense of the restaurant owner who was never paid... But the rest were granted the boon of withered salad greens and 'sandwiches' made of limp bread and Government-Approved Cheese-Product (TM).

And all of this doesn't even go into the rumors of wild dog attacks, festival-goers attacking and stealing supplies from each other, Billy asking one of the event-planners, an elderly gentleman who was supposedly a long-time friend of his, to go to the head of Bahamian Customs and offer to suck his dick so they could import some drinking water, and of course Billy's scumbag denial about anything going wrong, about needing to pay his employees in the aftermath, or his eventual jail-time.

But this already got so long so, if anyone wants me to elaborate on anything else, it would have to be in response to a second ask.

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draconic-ichor · 1 year ago

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The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Part 4

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/moon x female oc

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, mechanical repairs, brief mentions of damage/scars, obsessive behavior, angst, mentions of past trauma and implied past murder?

Summary: Tabby starts a new job, while things at home get a bit closer.

Feedback appreciated, 18+

“I’m home!” Tabby announced, pushing through the door, arms heavy with bags.

“Welcome home, Sunshine!” Sun smiled brightly, rushing to help her with the bags, “How did it go?”

She placed the bags on the counter, huffing with the effort. “I start tomorrow.” She answered, looking proud.

“So soon?” Sun’s smile faded, rays retracting.

“It’s just some shitty warehouse job.” She sighed, “I’m over qualified and had a good reference…and we need the money.”

“That’s true…”

Sun took the bag of perishables, starting to restock the fridge as she put away the snacks and canned goods.

“So you do buy healthy food!” Sun’s voice was overly amazed, pulling out a plastic bag that once held a vegetable. It was something else growing now.

“Yea…and that’s what normally happens to them.” She gestured to the new culture.

“Ew.” Sun scrunched up his face, promptly throwing it away. He brushed his hands off, huffing, “Well, you’ll start eating better soon.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow.

“Yes!” He announced proudly, “I am going to learn how to cook.”

“And how will you do that?” She asked amused, putting away the groceries.

“I am connected to the internet,” he reminded, “I can take the time to learn about anything within reason.”

She giggled, “So it’s been you that’s hogging the Wi-Fi recently?”

Sun kept the same grin, waving her off, “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

He shuffled through the bags, curious.

“You found it!” Sun’s rays spun, holding up the tube of silicone.

“It’s fairly common.” Tabby nodded, finding a box for their new craft supplies.

Sun made a whistling sound, reading over the tube, “‘Premium grade’. Fancy!”

“Only the best for my robot.” Tabby smiled.

Sun’s optics made stars, his rays spinning. He followed her as she filled the box, asking “Can we try it out now? I’d really like to touch water again.”

“Later.” She chirped, “I’ll put on a movie for us while it cures.”

“Ooooh!” Sun bounced a bit, “Can we watch the one with the geese again? Please please!?”

“Fly Away Home?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sun flapped his hands in excitement.

“Sure. I get to pick the next movie though.” She nodded, amused.

“Deal!”

Moon huffed in their shared headspace.

M: Next movie is during my time…

S: HA

“Now what are your big water plans?” She questioned, pulling him back to the present.

“Oh nothing in particular.” He lied, fiddling his fingers together and muttering, “It’s not like there are glaring issues that need cleaning in my main area of existence. Nothing like that. No sir.”

Tabby’s smile fell, hand on her hip she looked at him intently. It caused his fiddling to worsen.

“The dishes?” She asked, searching.

“What?! Those? Noooooo.” He made a sweeping motion with his hand, “I hardly even notice them.” His voice was thick with sarcasm, making her pout a bit.

A pang of guilt ran through her, realizing how far she’d let things go. She tilted her head, offering, “I’ll get caught up on the dishes. You’ve already cleaned so much and it will make you more comfortable. Okay?”

“You don’t have to do that, Starlight.” Sun’s voice was genuine now, smile faltering, “You go out and take care of us, it’s our job to take care of you when you get back.”

“We can take care of each other.” Her words echoing deep in their circuits, “Right now I can do this when you can’t, ok.”

“Okay…” he drooped more.

“You look like a wilting sunflower.” She giggled, perking him up. He put on more of a show, bending like a wet noodle and causing her to laugh fully.

She started filling the sink with hot, soapy water, finding some music on her phone. As it started to play she began cleaning. As she washed she sang, a little off key but with her whole heart in it.

Sun smiled, watching as she swayed a bit to the tune as she sang.

He searched up the lyrics in his head, moving to sing with her. Tabby faulted, hearing his voice join, blinking up at him.

Catching up, she beamed, returning with gusto.

What they lacked in rhythm they made up for with passion, singing and dancing by the sink with their whole hearts.

“AAAAAAHHH-WOOOOOOO” they howled together with the song, the sound petering off into shared laughter.

Moon went into rest mode, to save himself from the torture.

The afternoon ticked on, Tabby putting in the movie as Sun got comfortable on the couch. He sat with his back toward the lamp, against the arm, legs along the length. Gathering all the needed materials, Tabby scooted in to get comfortable herself. She sat with her back to his chest, legs tucked up and snuggling between his own legs; it gave the best position to repair his hands in a comfortable fashion.

She took the right first, leaning forward to inspect over it.

She held his hand in a steady hold, completely engrossed in her task. Tabby took small paintbrushes and tools normally used for clay sculpting to carefully and meticulously fill every crack on his fingers.

Movie forgotten, Sun watched her, head tilted as he studied every detail: the stray piece of hair that hung in her face, the gentleness of her hold, and the way her nose crinkled a bit when concentrating. His face mirrored his admiration, thankfully she was much too busy to notice. They’d been close before, while she worked on repairing him, especially when inside his chest cavity. But this was different, quiet and intimate in a way, just softly sitting on the couch. Eventually she even leaned back against him, raising his hand to the lamplight to look over her progress.

“You are really warm.” She looked up over the top of her head to him.

His optics were half lidded with contentment. “Kids wouldn’t like cold hands.” He pointed out.

“That’s true…” She went back to her work, “I just didn’t notice it as much before.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no.” She soothed, adding much more softly, “It’s nice.”

Sun’s rays whirled happily.

“There!” Tabby announced, holding up his hand by the wrist for him to see. All the cracks were filled with the silicone, carefully worked in to make a smooth finish. It wasn’t perfect, and would need to be painted over in the future, but it would work.

“Don’t touch anything!” She warned as he looked it over, “It needs to cure for a few hours. Would it be uncomfortable to hold your arm up that long?”

“I can do that.” He nodded, “We can lock the joints. Thank you, Starlight. It looks perfect.”

She snorted a bit, taking his other hand, curling forward to look it over, “It doesn’t.”

“It does!” Sun protested, “You did so well.”

“You are just too nice.” She shook her head, beginning to work, “I don’t think it will ever look the same…” she realized what she’d said, quickly adding, “Im sorry!”

Sun’s smile faded. He tilted his faceplate closer to her, to murmur, “It’s alright. You don’t look the same either.” He pointed out.

Tabby glanced up at his words, looking over the scarring on her arms and legs from the fire. He was right…

“We still think you look pretty.” Sun curled a little bit over her, cuddling her softly.

“Thank you.” She smiled brightly to him, leaning into the touch, “I think you look very good too! Even more so because I can see your face move now.”

“You let us express ourselves.” He added, “Let us make little changes to feel more individual.”

Tabby stopped, “You are not the property of an entertainment chain anymore. You should be able to do with your body whatever you want.”

“It’s still very kind of you.” He hummed, “Helping us.”

“You saved my life.” She pointed out, voice heavy.

“You’ve repaid any debt to us and then some.”

“We can still help each-other out though, right?” She asked, hopeful.

“Good luck getting rid of us.” His voice was light but no hint of a joke to his words.

“So I’m stuck with you?” She giggled, smoothing silicone over his palm, “Ooooh no.”

“Stuck like glue.”

“What kind?”

“The stickiest”

After the movie she fell into her normal nighty routine of rotting in front of her computer with caffeine. She sipped on her soda, typing. For a while, the apartment was quiet, darkness falling a few hours prior.

She heard something fall, clattering on the floor. Tabby jumped out of her seat, running into the kitchen, rushing in her worry.

“Moon!” She yelled, “What are you doing?!”

Moon froze, precariously perched on top of the hanging cabinets above the counter. He was on his belly to fit, legs and arms at weird angles to crawl along the cabinet tops. His eyes glowed red in the dim light, wood creaking under his weight.

“Moon!” Her voice was stern, making him flinch a bit.

Another pot fell, making the loud clatter like what had alerted her in the first place.

“If you break those we are screwed!” She warned angrily, “Get down.” She crossed her arms, tapping her foot expectantly.

She was trying to intimidate him?

He flashed his teeth, making her little display falter. The cabinets groaned, lanky animatronic moving back to the floor much easier than his body should have allowed.

Tabby took a step back as he loomed over her.

“Am I a good boy?” He asked darkly, bending forward, faceplate close.

“Y-Yes.” Tabby gulped, “Thank you.”

He pulled back suddenly, straightening. His voice box hissed with laughter, sharp and piecing.

She swallowed, finding her voice again, “What’s gotten into you?”

His laughter abruptly stopped, he made a show of being insulted, dramatically placing a hand over his chest. “What’s gotten into me?!” He scoffed, pointing a finger into her chest and retorting, “What’s gotten into yoooou?”

She stood her ground, snapping, “What the hell does that mean?! I’m not the one crawling around the cabinets like an overgrown spider!”

Moon chuckled again.

“Play with Sun all day…” his voice was low, “Your favorite little toy.” He spat the last word. But under all the venom was something else…hurt?

Tabby frowned, earlier transgressions forgotten, “Moon?”

“Leave big bad Moon to himself.” He bared his teeth.

“I thought I made you uncomfortable.” She admitted.

He withdrew a bit, his grimace faltering. His optics flicked over her.

“Would you like to spend some time together?” She asked gently.

Moon was still, optics expanding a bit as he tried to calculate if the question was genuine. Finally, he gave a small nod.

Tabby gave him a soft smile, offering, “Let’s go watch a movie together. I’ll make popcorn and you can find a movie, ok?”

“O-Kay…” he rasped, watching her pad off towards the kitchen. He was frozen for another tick, seemingly confused.

Tabby heard him shuffling around the dimmed living area, waiting on the microwave. She leaned against the counter, the stove light the only illumination in the kitchen. Moon stalked in, hunched forward to look smaller.

He held out a dvd to her, faceplate downcast.

‘Nightmare Before Christmas’

Tabby giggled, commenting, “You know, you look a lot like Jack.”

Moon turned the case, looking over the front again, head spinning in a complete circle soon after.

“Go set it up.” She smiled, adding as she got the popcorn out of the microwave, “I know you know how.”

His fans whirled, head tilting to the side.

“I've heard the TV going in the middle of the night.” She winked at him.

Movie ready, they both got comfortable on the couch. Moon sat curled up in the corner, legs tangled up under him, while Tabby leaned back into the far corner. A large bowl of popcorn separated them.

Thinking back to Sun and her earlier closeness, Moon glanced across the space. It felt like an ocean between them, something in his chest tightening as he looked away.

He tried to concentrate on the movie to distract his garbled thoughts.

“Moon?” Her voice came softly.

He jolted a bit, optics flicking over to her.

“I remember,” she spoke while getting a handful of popcorn, “That Chica could eat and taste….can you?”

She turned a bit to look at him.

Moon gave a single nod.

“You can! That’s so cool.” Tabby smiled, “Have you ever tried popcorn?”

He gave another nod, after a long moment he added, “Long long time ago.”

“Here.” She took a single piece from the bowl, offering it out to him, “Try it.”

Moon looked at the outstretched hand as if it were a snake, optics flicked back up to her face.

“Come on, try it.” She urged, “Worse case scenario I’ll dig it out of your gears later.”

He tentatively reached out, taking the snack. Tabby watched as he placed it in his mouth, some inner mechanism doing any actual chewing.

“You like it?”

Moon gave a smile, nodding.

She scooted closer to him, placing the bowl between them, “Have all you want.” Moon’s fans clicked up.

Eating another handful, she asked curiously, “How can you taste?”

Moon cocked his head a bit for a moment, taking two fingers and hooking them under his lower lip. Pulling his own mouth open he showed her his tongue: metal core covered with sensors then a protective layer of silicone.

She shifted to her knees, eyes wide as she leaned in for a better look.

His fans were audible now.

“Whoa.” She marveled, “I thought the tongue was just for show, it actually works though…”

Moon withdrew his fingers to speak, “Sun loves Fizzy Faz.”

“What flavor?”

“Sour Lime the most…but all of them.” Moon admitted quietly.

“I liked the pink lemonade.” Tabby nodded.

She sat back down, the movie completely forgotten as she thought. Her smile fell as she wondered, “It’s probably been a long time since you guys could eat or drink anything, huh?”

Moon tilted his head.

“Since they covered your mouth over.” She explained.

Moon stayed quiet, his optic shifting away.

Tabby kept wondering aloud, turning back towards the tv, “It was really shitty of them to do that. Just take away a part of you because it was ‘convenient’.”

Silence stretched between them, only the sound of the movie doing anything to mitigate the awkwardness.

When Moon finally spoke, it was raspy and low, catching Tabby off guard.

“And what will you do?” He asked, “When you are done with us?”

“What?”

“When you grow tired of us….” Moon’s red optic was trained on her, “Will you throw us away too? Just bits of metal and plastic.” He flashed his teeth, calm demeanor vanishing, “How long until you will grow tired of your new toys?”

Tabby was shocked, words feeling like lead on her tongue. She felt a pain in her chest. “Moon…” she started, eyes big, “I’m not just going to abandon you guys.”

“What makes you so special?” He asked, a bite to his voice.

She held his gaze for a long moment, trying to sooth, “You are just as much a person as anyone else I've met…even more so in some ways…”

He was stone still.

“You saved my life.” She went on, “You put yourself into danger to save me. No one has ever done something so selfless for me.” She reached out a hand to him.

He looked at it, optic trembling. His hand carefully raised towards hers, moving slowly and nervously. Their hands touched, a shiver running through the animatronic.

She moved her hand to place their palms together, his large hand dwarfing hers completely.

“I won’t abandon you…I promise.” Her voice was soft but genuine.

The words echoed around their head, Moon absentmindedly rubbing his fingers over his palm in thought through the rest of the night. They had put the feeling of her hand to memory, replaying that over and over.

Fingers tracing over metal.

His optics flicked up to her sleeping form, watching silently from his place in the corner. He crept closer, night vision allowing him to see her perfectly.

She was so peaceful, even with a dangerous animatronic staying in the same apartment. Fingers stopped their movements, withdrawing to then reach out towards her. His hand hovered over her sleeping form, head clinking to the side.

Carefully he took the blanket, pulling it up to tuck her in.

The next morning Tabby woke up bright and early to get ready for her first day. Rubbing her eyes she wandered into the bathroom. She groggily started the shower, waiting for it to warm enough to step into.

Standing in the hot water, she let it run over her face as she woke up. Just as Tabby was reaching for the shampoo, she heard the door click open. Swiveling around she could already see Sun’s tall shadow through the curtain.

“Sun, Sunny, my Ray of sunshine.” Tabby’s voice was tight.

“Yeeeeeessss?” He smiled, rays twirling at the nicknames, rocking from the balls of his feet to his toes.

“What are you doing in here?” She clutched the shower curtain around her, face only visible.

“The door was unlocked,” he answered, unfazed, “I thought I could help.”

“I didn’t think I needed to lock it.” She huffed, red faced, “And absolutely not.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he soothed, “I’m programmed to help with bath-time.”

“I’m not a little kid, and this isn’t a bathtub.” She informed sharply, moving back into the shower, adding, “And, And! You don’t need to fry your circuits in water today.”

“I’m waterproof!” He announced proudly, puffing out his chest.

“Oh yea?” She started to lather her hair, asking sarcastically, “Even after your outer casing was compromised in the fire?”

She heard him grumble a bit before admitting defeatedly, “Point taken.”

“So, get out of my bathroom.” Her voice was firm.

“Mmmh.” He mumbled, padding out.

Thankfully, he left her in peace to finish up: Tabby blow drying and tying her hair back, putting on modest makeup to follow. She had to wear heavier clothes for work, thankful that it was beginning to get colder out.

“You look…ready to seize the day!” Sun saved himself quickly.

“Thank you.” Her voice heavy with sarcasm, “I try.”

“I made you breakfast.” Sun smiled, placing a plate of buttered toast before her, “The most important meal of the day.”

She gave him a soft smile, genuine in her statement this time, “Thank you.”

Sun sat beside her, going on, “I wanted to make eggs, too, but I thought it would be best to actually practice first.” He chuckled, “The toaster is a bit easier to master.”

She nodded along as she ate, listening. “I made you a lunch, too.” He tilted his head, faceplate resting on his folded hands, “All easy things as well, so don’t worry about that.”

“Is there anything you are excited to make?” She asked, swallowing, “Like to learn?”

“Hmmmmm.” He thought for a moment, smiling as he exclaimed, “Oh! Banana bread!”

“Banana bread?” She giggled.

“Yea! I’d love to be able to make my own.” Sun nodded.

“Why though?”

“Oh, well one year a kind parent gave us a tiny loaf around Christmas time.” Sun explained, “It was long ago, and we were able to hide it from the staff….it was really good and we’ve never had it again.”

“That was so sweet.” Tabby shifted to look at him more.

“Yea, it was.” He agreed, looking down, “We never forgot it.”

Tabby glanced at her phone, making a sound as she jumped up. “I gotta go!” She took her plate to the sink, “I want to give myself enough time to find a parking place.”

Sun stood, following behind her as she got her purse and coat.

“Oh!” Tabby rushed to the counter, grabbing a scrap piece of paper, scribbling something downed. “Here!” She smiled, handing the paper to Sun, “This is my Amazon account and password.”

“O-Okay.” Sun took the paper, looking down at it nervously.

“I still have a bit in my account.” She explained, picking up her lunch, “And I know how much you hate the clothes…so pick out a better outfit for yourselves. Stay under one hundred dollars though, ok?”

“Starlight, are you sure?”

She smiled, nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“And the bills?” He asked, worriedly.

“We have income starting again, we will be ok.” She soothed, but added, “I really have to go, have a good day today.”

“You too!” He waved, “Good luck, Starlight!”

The door clicked shut, Sun careful to lock it. He looked down at the paper again, circuits heating up.

“She’s so good to us.” Sun sighed, leaning against the door in thought.

M: You know we’ve had that information for like…a week now.

“I know. But she didn’t!” Sun pointed out, “She trusts us with her account.”

Tabby clocked out for her lunch, sitting in the break room she opened her lunch bag. She giggled, seeing what Sun had made for her: a pb&j sandwich with the crusts cut off, carrot sticks and a small baggie of nuts.

Wondering if he had eaten the crusts himself, she checked her phone, seeing an email notification.

Her email:

SunnyBoi420: Is it alright if we use next day shipping?

TabbyCatt666: If you are within budget, go for it.

Also…I didn’t expect you to message??

SunnyBoi420: We got an email!

TabbyCatt666: I see that >w<

Why that name though?

SunnyBoi420: Moon said the number was cool! Why? Is it bad?

TabbyCatt666: No…but we will have a talk when I get home, okay?

SunnyBoi420: Have a good day, we miss you!

Sun opened the door before she could get the key in the hole, happily greeting her. She looked tired, a heavy bag over her shoulder.

“Welcome home!” Sun hugged her, not backing away until she made a little squeak. He put her down, “Oh sorry, sorry, sorry!”

“It’s ok.” She soothed, wandering into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water.

“Long day?” Sun asked, following her.

She nodded, swallowing before answering verbally, “Different work than I was used to.” She admitted.

“Chin up, Sunshine.”

“Thank you, I’ll be ok.” She gave him a reassuring smile. She placed the cup down, listening as Sun talked about his day to her.

“Oh!” Tabitha snapped her fingers, remembering, “I have a friend stopping by later in the week.”

“Oh?” Sun perked up, curious, “We always like new friends!”

“He’s the one that helped me get the job.” She explained, “Old friend from college, he works in robotics.”

“He?” Sun questioned, voice betraying him.

“Yes, ‘he’.” She eyed him, “You will play nice, right?”

Sun scoffed, turning away offended, “We are the best at playing nice.”

“Mhm.” She didn’t sound convinced, moving around the island counter.

Wanting to win back her good graces, he bounded forward. “I moved all the furniture and vacuumed under it!” Sun announced.

“Oh.” Tabby, looking around the living room, “Thank you!”

She sat her bag down, moving to sit on the couch to decompress a bit.

Sun padded closer, asking curiously, “When did you have a dog?”

“What?”

“A dog?” Sun tilted his head, “I vacuumed up dog fur.”

Tabby suddenly looked embarrassed, not looking at him. Sun put his hand on his hips, stepping closer. He looked like a stern patent.

“I think the previous tenant had a dog…” Tabby admitted, smiling nervously.

“TABITHA!”

Despite all the cleaning done during the day, a large pile of boxes still loomed in the living room. Sun had stacked most of them up, the animatronic having an obsession with stacking objects, but after all the parts ordering it was still a mountain in the corner.

While on her computer that night, Tabby heard the cardboard shuffling around from the other room. She padded down the hallway, the living room dim before her. Peeking around the corner.

The boxes were strewn around the rug, the largest ones arranged around. A lanky figure, on all fours, crawled easily into the biggest one.

“Moon?” Tabby called out, cautiously entering the room.

The boxes shifted, a scrabbling sound as the animatronic moved to face her. Moon sat, knees bent near his chest, red eyes staring back at her.

“What are you doing?” Tabby’s face cracked a smile.

“Mine.” He announced, shifting deeper into the box.

“Are you going to keep them all?” She asked, hand on her hip, smile faltering.

“Yes.”

“All over the living room?”

“Yes.”

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. They’d been through a lot, let them have this…

“Okay.” She conceded.

Moon shifted around in the box excitedly, exclaiming, “Crafts!”

“You want the craft supplies?”

“Arts and crafts!” Moon waved his arms in the air.

Tabby went into the hall closet, picking up the ever expanding box of supplies. Gingerly bringing it to the heap of cardboard that was Moons growing fortress, she handed it over.

Moon took it eagerly, “Thank you.”

The animatronic set to work, cutting and tapping to reshape the cardboard however he saw fit.

Later that week…

His optics flicked towards the clock, it was past time for Tabitha to be home.

But it was alright if she was late, stopping to shop or get takeout often. When he finally heard the key, he remembered what day it was…

Sun didn’t bound to the door akin to a puppy, like he normally did. Today was the day Tabby was bringing a friend over, and he could already hear two voices outside. He simply stayed put, head tilting to the side, fidgeting.

Tabby opened the door, stepping to the side. A man stepped through: with olive skin, brown eyes and wavy dark hair. He dressed colorful, sporting a video game shirt and a bright blue jacket. He sat down a large bag, eyes instantly on Sun.

“Oh man, you actually did it.” The man gawked at the animatronic, coming very close to look him over, “I thought you were joking.”

Sun withdrew his rays, nervously twitching a bit.

“Why would I joke about committing a felony.” Tabby padded in behind the stranger. Sun was quick to determine the level of familiarity between the two, mind racing over every small detail.

The man tried to touch a ray, Sun sucking it in before he could make contact. The other laughed, “It is really reactive!”

‘It’

The word echoed around his head.

“He is named Sun.” Tabby corrected, quickly coming up between them. “Arav, this is Sun. Sun, this is Arav.” Tabby introduced them.

Sun’s rays were still retracted a bit, but he forced a smile, “Hello.”

The man, Arav, nodded in acknowledgment. He turned his attention towards Tabitha, asking, “So this is your new project?”

“I want to fix him.” She reminded, “But the solar panels are giving me fits. That’s more your expertise so I thought we could work on that.”

“Working up quite the list of debts, hm?” Arav smiled, voice suggestive.

Sun watched as Tabby’s cheeks reddened, hearing the hint of a giggle in her voice as she playfully shoved the other.

“Can it follow commands?” Arav asked, looking up at Sun.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll consider it.” Sun responded with a low voice.

The other laughed, “Damn! It’s really responsive. Did you hook it up to a learning module?”

“No, he’s always been like this.” Tabby smiled up at Sun, “You can just talk to him like any person. He even makes his own art and music.”

“Freaky.” The other commented.

Tabby showed Arav to her office, going over what issues she’d run into with the repairs. Sun drug his feet when being called in, sitting on the work desk with a pout.

Sun was patient, and used to holding his tongue. He could be quiet and well behaved, and had to be in the daycare.

But this wasn’t the daycare.

Answers to questions were tight and to the point, his normal mirth was absent. He loomed often, a 7ft shadow of metal behind Tabby while the others talked. If anything he did rattled the other man, Arav didn’t show it.

He was easy going and optimistic, quick to make Tabby laugh and with an air of familiarity with her that made Sun’s nonexistent blood boil.

And he was smart, quickly finding the issue with the faulty solar panels where Tabby could not. To top it all off, they worked well together, seamlessly falling into place with the repairs. Arav brought a bag of parts, being told the issues prior.

They talked: reminiscing about their times in college, the new job, and other potential opportunities.

Sun was uncharacteristically quiet, Tabby not noticing over her current conversations. He was able to shift at the right moment, causing a panel to close on the man’s fingers, laughing within their shared headspace over it.

“That should do it.” Arav announced proudly, tightening the last screw over the new transparent yellow plastic paneling.

“Let’s go out on the balcony, test it out!” Tabby took Sun’s hand. The animatronic cracked a smile, following her like a puppy as they went outside.

No matter how much Sun disliked admitting it, they did work nearer to full capacity again.

“Let’s go have a drink.” Arav offered suddenly, “We can call everything even.”

“So you help me and all I need is to allow you to buy me alcohol?” Tabby leaned against the railing, “Oooh no, what a hard decision.”

“There’s a new dive bar near my place, let’s try it.” He added.

Sun’s heart dropped when she accepted, staying silent and pretending to charge while she said quick goodbyes. He heard them move about the apartment before the door closed, a soft ‘click’ to follow.

Taking a step forward, he watched Arav opening the car door for Tabby, driving off together afterwards. His fans kicked up, hands going to the railing as he stared at the empty parking space along the street.

“She’s mine!” Sun growled, almost bending the railing under his hold.

M: Ours.

Moon corrected in his head. Sun huffed with annoyance, “Ours, she’s ours.” He felt something seething deep inside, the rotting feeling that bubbled up in the past. Moon was very used to the feeling, when the virus addled his mind, however, Sun was no stranger to it.

They couldn’t hide away in their room and rip apart staff bots to state that horrid rot now though. They had to sit with it, and stew and try to contain it.

M: We could always…

“No, no, no. No!” Sun shook his head, “We won’t slip again. Not again, not here.” There was a tremble in his tone, fans clicking up.

“Not again…”

#moon being a goblin #boxfort time #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sun/moon #fnaf sun/moon x oc #the cat the sun and the moon

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choicesmc · 6 months ago

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A few questions for Sawtooth and Channing: What are their favourite things about each other?

And what are things they dislike about each other?

And how do they deal with conflict?

oooh!! Thank you!!

What are their favourite things about each other?

Sawtooth really admires how much Channing looks out for the pack. Like he’d never say it, but Sawtooth knows Channing drives himself near insane trying to be perfect for his pack. He takes his role as their Alpha incredibly seriously (and lbh he’s probably a tad more serious than the avg alpha, y’know?) Yeah, Sawtooth acknowledges that Channing can get incredibly set in his ways and, yeah, he can be an ass about tradition and takes on too much responsibility than he should but it’s all from a truly caring place. As much as Channing is frustrating, Sawtooth can be at least a little assured that it’s for a good, though misguided, reason.

Also, Channing has a really pretty face.

Channing loves Sawtooth’s unabashed stubbornness. It’s not necessarily that Sawtooth doesn’t give in easy (which he doesn’t). It’s more of an insistence on being themself, regardless of whoever or whatever is around them. You can’t intimidate him into hiding away parts of themself. His emotions are plain on his face and they rarely ever try to hide what they’re feeling. Channing sees himself in contrast to that: where Sawtooth is purely themself, Channing is so used to putting in a façade of a cool, undisturbed guy that at times Sawtooth seems to feel for the both of them. (<- i have more to say but this’ll suffice for now)

also sawtooth’s body is lean and toned and they’re always showing it off (not intentionally though, it drives Channing mad at times) <3

And what are things they dislike about each other?

OOH

okay

Sawtooth cannot stand how much Channing appoints himself leader. Yeah, yeah he’s the Alpha and whatever but, by gods, is it grating when Channing just. Decides stuff for the both of them because he can. For example, the first premium outfit in Alpha where Channing picks it out for MC does not fly with Sawtooth. It makes them intentionally act out almost as a matter of principle. I explain this a little better in [this] post

for Channing, im not sure if there’s anything in specific that he dislikes but something that does get to him is Sawtooth’s lack of affection. Channing is a huge romantic —he’s really Prince Charming once he’s dating someone and Sawtooth. Just. Isn’t. Like, Sawtooth does kisses and will hold his hand and cuddle but they don’t bring flowers or wait up after classes for him or plan special dates as surprises. It gets to Channing at times —especially if they haven’t fucked recently. But Channing doesn’t want to admit that because ‘cool, stoic alpha’ amirite?

And how do they deal with conflict?

Excellent question. As this couple is well versed in conflict, they do have a couple strategies:

Don’t get the rest of the pack involved. Since Channing is their Alpha, getting the rest of the wolves to pick a side can end up making Sawtooth feel alienated since most members will side with Channing.

Spend a couple hours apart. When they’re both seeing red, neither of them are thinking straight so if this fight is serious it’s better tackled when they’ve had a bit to calm down. If it’s not serious, they’ll probably make up once the couple of hours is over.

Alternatively, if the mood’s hot and heavy, fucking it out might actually be helpful. It’s a useful way to channel how they’re feeling and sometimes they’re more honest when Sawtooth’s fucking Channing silly.

Don’t avoid fights. (not that they needed to be told that tbh) if you e got a problem, it’s better to have a million tiny fights than one blowout-maybe-we’ll-break-up fight.

Corollary to 4, never ever suggest breaking up or taking a break mid fight. Like not even as a joke. Channing takes it seriously regardless and honestly, it’s a touchy subject for him.

thank you thank you for sending these in <3 as reward here’s a sawtooth picrew <3

made with [sushicore]

#sawtooth #asks answered

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4-doctor-full-physical · 5 months ago

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My employer switched health insurance carriers again a few months ago. Soon afterward we all got a memo informing us that we had the option of switching to a new plan with a lower premium. In order to qualify, an employee would have to undergo a complete physical exam to make sure there were no pre-existing conditions.

I wasn't too happy about this. Since I'm gay, I'd always had my own physician for my "special" health problems, in order to avoid dealing with the company doctors. If I wanted the price break on the insurance, though, there was no getting around it. I reluctantly scheduled the appointment and arrived at the scheduled time, fully expecting to be kept waiting.

To my surprise a nurse called my name just five minutes after I got there. I was weighed and measured quickly, then asked to wait in a small examination room.

The doctor entered about ten minutes later. I discreetly checked him out and was favorably impressed. He was a handsome man, medium height, with black hair lightly flecked with gray and wire-rimmed glasses. Somehow he seemed familiar, but at the moment I couldn't place him.

"Hello, Mr. --Wallace? Steven Wallace? I'm Doctor Smith, Carl Smith. How are you today?" he asked, extending his hand.

"Hi, Doctor, thanks, I'm fine." I said. Actually, Dr. Smith was attractive enough that the thought of undressing in front of him was making me nervous.

"Ready for your exam?"

"Yes, I am."

"Let's begin, then. I'd like you to get undressed down to your shorts," Dr. Smith said. "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself too. I see you are thirty-two years old. Notice any health problems lately, Steve?"

"I don't think so, Doctor."

I decided to make it quick. Less than a minute passed before I was standing before him in my bikini briefs and dress socks. I felt like a dork, but I knew the linoleum floor would be cold and I didn't want to take them off. Why are examining rooms always so chilly anyway?

"Please sit on this examination table." Dr. Smith said. I obeyed and he approached me with a lighted device in his hand. "I'm going to flash this light in your eyes. Try and follow it with your eyes only, OK?"

After a moment, Dr. Smith said, "Looks good." He took another instrument with a light and put it in each of my ears, bending so that his head was very close to mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave and felt his breath against my temple. The doctor continued methodically, getting the tongue depressor and making open my mouth and say "Ah" in the time-honored fashion.

"Now I'm going to examine your neck for any swollen glands. Tell me if anything hurts."

His big hands were surprisingly soft and gentle as he did this. Somehow this was a turn-on and I felt myself begin to get aroused. I willed myself not to let it happen.

"Looks good," Dr. Smith said. "Are you cold?"

"A little," I replied, truthfully, though that was not the only reason why I was shivering.

"I can tell. Your nipples are erect." I looked up at him, surprised he'd noticed. Dr. Smith's face was impassive. He continued, "I'm going to listen to your heart now."

"Okay." The closeness of his presence was having an effect on me that I could not deny. I still had the distinct feeling that I had seen him somewhere before.

Dr. Smith smiled apologetically. "Sorry it's so cold in here." He placed the stethoscope on my bare chest. I gasped as the cold metal touched my skin. "I know this isn't exactly comfortable, but try and relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

I had to respond to his attempts to put me at ease. So I swallowed and managed to say, "I know, Doctor, I appreciate it." I desperately hoped he wouldn't look down and see the bulge in my briefs.

"Turn your back toward me now." I obeyed, relieved not to have to face him for a while. He tapped on my back several times, then said, "Now I'm going to listen to your breathing with the scope. Take a deep breath. Good. Exhale."

He repeated the requests, moving the scope each time. "Good, you're doing very well," Dr. Smith said. "Now please lie on your back on the table."

"Okay," I said, my nervousness returning. I lay on the table, staring at the fluorescent light on the ceiling, and tried to make my mind a blank.

Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to palpate your abdomen, looking for any swelling or abnormality." He began to push in various places on my bare stomach. I was ticklish, and despite my nervousness I couldn't help smiling a little--it was a most peculiar sensation, this combination of arousal and discomfort.

"Am I tickling you?" Dr. Smith asked. His hand was below my navel now, approaching my groin area.

"Uh, yes... not too bad," I managed to get out. What would happen when he discovered my erection? The head of my penis was now very close to the waistband, and the bulge had to be unmistakable. As I thought this, Dr. Smith said, "I'm going to pull down the waistband of your underwear just a bit, okay?"

He suited the action to the words, and of course the head of my dick popped out. I was blushing and could not help letting a strangled "mmph" escape through my clenched teeth.

"Is something the matter?"

What did he think was the matter? "Uh... well, just embarrassed, I guess. You know... this." I waved my hand vaguely downward.

Dr. Smith smiled. Despite my humiliation, I had to admit he was a hot guy. "No need to be embarrassed, Steve. Erections are very natural occurrences. I see them all the time during medical exams. It's just an involuntary reflex."

He patted my stomach, and to my surprise, let his hand rest there. "You're a fine looking man." I looked sharply at him, but there was only professional reassurance in his smile. "Why don't we take a moment to let you relax? Take a few deep breaths and let them out."

I tried to obey him, and it did seem to work a little bit. His hand resting on my stomach stopped being erotic and became strangely comforting. At last I felt my erection start to go down.

"Feel better, Steve?"

"Yes, better, thanks, Doctor."

"Call me Carl," Doctor Smith smiled at me again. "Feel like you can continue?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now, I'm going to examine your testicles for any abnormalities that might mean cancer. Have you ever done this procedure yourself?"

"Uh, no." Oh God, he was going to be touching my private parts again.

"You really should do this yourself every month, you know. Look closely at what I do so you'll know how to do a self-exam, OK? If you're ready, stand up and drop your shorts."

Carl stepped back to give me room. I slowly stood up, willing myself to stay calm and in control. Not meeting his eyes, I put my hands under the waistband of my briefs, skinned them down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them. I resisted a strong desire to cover my crotch.

Still looking down, I saw his big hand reach out and gently take hold of first one ball, then the other, rolling the nuts gently between his fingers. "Just relax," Carl said again.

I grinned weakly. "I'm trying."

"Okay, the testicular exam is done. Looks fine." Carl continued to look at me with a somewhat quizzical air. After a moment, he said, "Now I'm going to check for hernias."

He placed a hand against my left groin. "Turn your head and cough."

I obeyed. Switching to the other side, Carl said, "Again. Good, everything seems fine. Now, I'm going to raise your penis and look at the underside of the shaft for any sores or abnormalities." He suited the action to the words.

By now I was in agony again. I was naked in front of a really attractive man who was gently touching all of my private parts, and I could do nothing to respond. When was this ordeal going to be over?

"You seem to be getting another erection."

Through gritted teeth I replied, "Sure looks like it."

"Steve, there's no need to be embarrassed. Especially since you have quite a nice endowment." I heard the smile in his voice and quickly looked up into his face.

In an instant it all came back to me, why Carl seemed so familiar.

It was a Saturday night a few weeks ago. I had gone to one of the bathhouses in town, an activity I still indulged in occasionally, with caution. It was crowded but the pickings were slim.

After an hour or two, though, I noticed a man catching my eye as we both wandered around. He was in his early thirties, medium height, slender but toned, with a hairy chest. He was wearing wire-rimmed glasses that gave him an appealingly intelligent air.

I followed him, but every time I moved nearer, he drew away and melted into the crowd. At first I was annoyed. Then I shrugged. Maybe this was his first time and he was just shy. He certainly didn't look like a regular. I decided to bide my time. It was just bad luck that I had chosen not to rent a room.

Finally at one point during the night I found myself alone with him in the semidarkness of one of the common rooms. I decided to play it cool and let him make the first move. For a moment we simply stood still. I was elated when he finally moved toward me. I caught his eye and nodded, not wanting to scare him off by coming on too strong.

"Crowded tonight, isn't it?" he said.

"Sure is."

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this. I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"First time?" I asked.

"No, but I can't remember the last time I went to the baths," my companion replied.

He fell silent. I was afraid he was going to walk away so I made the first move. I reached up and began to stroke his bare chest with the back of my hand, very gently.

"Is this all right?" I asked.

A pause, then he said, "Feels nice." I looked down and saw his erection jutting up behind his towel. I knew mine must look the same. The next moment I felt his hand reach through the opening in my towel and find my hard cock. He squeezed it gently and began to stroke it.

He said, "You have quite a nice endowment."

His words were so formal that I almost chuckled, but his touch was exquisite--soft and sensuous. I felt myself grow hard.

We stood there side by side, silently caressing, for a few more seconds. Then to my dismay a pair of barfly types strode into the room, conversing in loud voices. He was gone in a flash. Just my luck. I thought of following him out, but somehow I knew that the moment had passed and we wouldn't make contact again that night.

Thoroughly pissed off, I put my clothes on and left ten minutes later.

All this passed through my mind in a flash, triggered by the sentence he had spoken. The hot man I had lost that night in the baths was standing in front of me, holding my dick again. Now, though, he wasn't an anonymous trick, but my doctor.

I made a split-second decision to continue playing dumb. I wasn't sure that he knew who I was, and I knew already he was shy. A sudden come-on from a patient might startle or even offend him.

So all I said was, "Thanks."

Despite myself some change must have been audible in my voice, because Carl's smile widened and became something more than professional. I was now sure we were both on the same wavelength.

I became even more sure when he asked, "How long has it been since your last orgasm?"

"I don't know exactly, Carl, a couple of weeks. Why do you ask?"

"Well," said Carl, "If you haven't had sex lately, this might explain your arousal. You just aren't getting enough." His smile got wider. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I guess you're right, that's not good, is it?"

Carl's hand began to move gently on my shaft, his thumb rubbing my engorged, circumcised head. "Do you masturbate, Steve? Silly question," he said as I burst out laughing, a little too loudly. "Do you know why you should? It's not just to feel good."

I kept playing along. "Really?"

"Really. Too much fluid buildup in the prostate can cause congestion, discomfort and maybe even infection. Got to keep those passageways clear. That's why lots of sex is actually good for a man, as long as it's safe, of course."

"Of course."

Carl said, "That reminds me... excuse me for just a minute."

He turned and left the office, leaving me naked, hard and puzzled. I bent down and pulled off my socks. What was the point of leaving them on?

After a few minutes Carl returned. He shut the door firmly and pushed the latch in the doorknob.

He came back up to me and said quietly, "Sorry I left. If I had just locked the door someone would have wondered what was going on. I went and told my nurse that I was with a patient who was very modest and embarrassed about being undressed. I told her you were particularly worried that a female would walk in while you were being examined, and that I was going to latch the door for a few minutes. I couldn't have gotten away with this with a female patient, but since you're a guy, she's cool with that."

His eyes sparkled. "Little does she know--"

The next moment his lips were on mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. Our bodies pressed up against one another, mine naked, his clothed. I felt the hard bulge in his trousers.

Carl broke away after a moment and said, "Damn, I wish we had more time. If the door's locked too long, someone will get suspicious. We'll just have to complete your exam.

He opened a drawer and drew out a rubber glove, putting on his hand with a snap of latex. Then he took a tube of K-Y and applied it to the gloved fingers. He caught my eye and leered. "I usually tell my patients that prostate exams may be slightly uncomfortable. I don't think that will be true in your case."

He took my arm. "Now, Mr. Wallace, I'll have to ask you to turn around, bend over and grab the edge of the examination table."

I obeyed, still rock hard, and felt him insert the cold gloved finger into my asshole.

Carl said, "I can feel your prostate. I'm going to press gently on it. Tell me what you feel."

A wave of sensation jolted me and I gasped. "Not painful?" Carl asked, concerned.

I managed to say, "No, not painful at all."

Actually, I had forgotten just how good it could feel. I felt precum start to ooze out of my cock.

"Okay, I'm going to massage the gland now." His finger moved and I couldn't suppress a groan. "Steve, are you OK?"

"God yes," I gasped. "Feels wonderful."

"Your gland does seem a bit congested. I'm going to use two fingers now." I cried out again as I felt my hole stretch to accommodate him. I wanted something larger up there. "Yes, we're getting quite a lot of fluid out of there, I see."

"Must... be... the massage."

I looked around at Carl, smiling at my sweet torment. "Your congestion may need to be relieved with an ejaculation."

I looked him in the eye. "Go right ahead."

"You would like me to stimulate you to orgasm?"

I decided to go for broke. "Doctor, to ejaculate, I need pretty intense stimulation."

Carl held my gaze. "What did you have in mind?"

I turned and fastened my eyes on the bulge in his front. The next moment I was down on my knees in front of him, unbuttoning his white coat, finding and lowering his zipper until his cock sprang out. I barely saw the flaring purplish head and pale, straight, veined shaft before it was in my mouth.

Carl moaned and thrust his hips gently against my face. After a few moments I let him go and pressed my face against his crotch.

"Fuck me, doctor. Fuck me with that cock."

Above me he said, "I'd love to. You realize we only have a little time?"

"I like quick ones."

At that Carl laughed out loud. "You asked for it, Steve." He stripped off the glove and discarded it. He opened the drawer again and, to my delight, took out a wrapped condom. Still holding the rubber, he unbuckled his belt. His dress pants dropped to the floor. Still on my knees, I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and drew it down. His raging erection sprang free in all its glory. I whistled softly.

Carl gave another short, almost embarrassed laugh. "I warn you, we can't make much noise. These walls are thin."

Smiling into his eyes, I said, "I'll be quiet, Doctor. May I do the honors?"

In a moment I had him hooded. I stood up and looked at my doctor and partner in crime. His trousers were heaped around his ankles, his boxer shorts were down to his knees, and his erection jutted out between the lapels of his white coat. The sight was absurd and fucking hot all at the same time.

"Now turn around again and we'll--um--complete the procedure," he chuckled.

"Okay, Doc," I smiled, turning and assuming the position once more.

I felt his cock against my slick anal opening. He pushed and I felt myself begin to yield.

"Just relax.....relax," Carl crooned. The head of his cock slipped in and my asshole closed behind it. I grunted.

"Doing okay, Steve?"

"Okay," I managed to say.

I felt the pole of flesh invade my innards and moaned softly.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Hell no," I gasped, "It feels wonderful. Oh wow."

Finally his balls were pressed up against my cheeks. I heard him fumbling with something behind my back. Carl began to slide in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"Oh yes, fuck me," I breathed, my eyes closed, my teeth gritted. "Yes, Carl, do it."

Carl bent, reached underneath and took my cock in his hand, slick with more K-Y. He began to jack off my slippery tool in rhythm with his fucking.

"How's... it... feel, Steve?" I heard his voice whisper against my ear, his words interspersed with grunts as his hips slammed against my butt. He changed the angle of his body and suddenly the pleasure increased. I squeezed my ass muscles against his cock inside me, hard as I could.

"Fuck me Doctor."

"That's right, take my cock, you fucker. Feel me pounding you with it, stud?"

He growled the words into my ear. All his professional demeanor had fallen away. He was finally doing what he had missed doing to me in the baths weeks ago.

"Yes, Doctor," I whispered. "Yes, oh yes."

"Take it, fucker."

"Harder. Harder. Deeper please."

The examination table shook as Carl continued to plow me. Through it all we had remained almost completely silent, which only heightened the excitement.

"I want you to cum Steve. Getting close?" I looked down at his hand, passing over and over the purple mushroom head of my cock. I felt the fire building up inside of me.

"Yes... I'm going to cum all over."

"Shoot that load. Do it, stud."

I felt the climax boil up in my lower body, pushed over the edge at last by the combined assault on my dick and asshole. "Oh god, I'm going to cum."

"Give it to me. CUM NOW, STEVE!"

I shouted as the first spurts exploded from my cock. Carl clapped his left hand over my mouth. I was reduced to muffled grunts as drop after thick drop of hot fluid fell on the linoleum floor. Above me I heard Carl's gasps as he shoved his cock into me as far as he could go, dumping his load into the rubber inside of me.

"Oh god that's fucking good," I heard Carl whisper. He thrust a few more times into me, gasping for breath, then finally stopped.

He drew his hand away from my mouth. "Sorry I had to gag you."

I laughed softly. "It's OK, you warned me."

Carl let go of my spent sticky cock, and slid out of me slowly, slowly, as if he were reluctant to go. I gasped as he finally popped out of me, and turned around, gingerly avoiding stepping in my cum.

"We made a mess," I said.

"It was worth it," Carl replied, peeling off his rubber. He pulled tissues from a dispenser, wrapped and disposed of the condom, then set about cleaning himself and rearranging his clothing. He was dressed and dapper again before I had fully caught my breath.

"You're cold," he said. Now that the heat of our activity had subsided, I was shivering. Carl opened a nearby door. "There's a little bathroom here. I'll let you get yourself cleaned up."

He was once more the cool, controlled professional. I felt a fleeting disappointment as I took my underwear and entered the bathroom. Was he going to pretend that nothing had happened? Was I going to walk out of here and never see him again? I ran water and wiped myself off, trying not to think too much.

When I emerged, Carl had wiped the floor and had reopened the office. "You can get dressed now, Steve," he said, a bit too loudly, and I knew he was saying it for the benefit of his nurse. "Everything seems to be in order."

As I went to get the rest of my clothes he intercepted me and caught me in an affectionate hug. We were not visible from the doorway, but I just had time to hug him back before he looked toward the door and let me go.

"I wish you didn't have to put those back on," he said softly.

My fears of a few minutes earlier melted away. Carl really was a nice guy, in addition to being the hottest doctor I had ever encountered. I was feeling good enough to risk teasing him. "Well, this makes up for that Saturday night at Man's Country."

I was unprepared for Carl's reaction. He turned deep red with embarrassment, looked down and bit his lip. After a moment, he looked up sheepishly. "So you knew. When did you figure it out, Steve?"

I told him what he had said that had triggered my memory. Carl laughed. "I should really come up with some better lines, huh?"

He shook his head ruefully, more charming than ever. "I thought about you all the time after that. I could have kicked myself for running away, but I was intimidated. That's not my usual scene. When I walked in and I saw you today, I couldn't believe my luck."

He smiled and kissed me lightly again. "Listen, buddy, this has really been great, but I've got to get to my next patient. You'd better get dressed."

Choosing my words carefully, I said, "Will I see you again, Carl?"

There was no doubt about his reaction. "Hell, yes! You know where to find me, bud. And I've got all your vital info right here," he said, tapping the chart he had taken from the pocket on the doorway.

When I was dressed, he shook my hand and said in his professional voice, "Take the pink sheet to the receptionist and she'll check you out. Have a good day, Steve." Then he added in a whisper, "I'll call you."

The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. The receptionist had to ask me twice for the pink sheet.

Carl did call. We're still friends, and occasional fuck buddies. He's no longer my doctor, though. Soon after we met, he referred me to another physician, citing ethics and saying I needed "objective and disinterested" medical advice.

I was cool with changing doctors. In fact, meeting Carl changed forever how I felt about the whole medical thing. There's been more than one doctor since then who's had to put up with my raging, involuntary erections during routine physical exams.

Oh, and I got the cheaper health plan.

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Ellis Twilight — Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night Story Event [Premium End]

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Kate: Ellis-kun, what’s wrong…?

Ellis: Wait a minute, it might be a problem. …Even though it was a happy day.

Kate: Heh…?

Ellis: If you're scared, close your eyes. It'll be over soon.

As soon as Ellis said that, I heard multiple footsteps from behind.

Kate: What…!?

In no time, I heard gunshots.

By the time my thought was able to process, Ellis had already disappeared.

Kate: E—Ellis-kun…!?

Looking back from the wheelchair, I could see Ellis leaping into the armed men by himself.

Kate: Nn—

I was not even able to be surprised by his physical ability, all the men were lying on the ground in no time.

(I, What the hell… What happened…)

Ellis: Are you okay? Kate, are you hurt?

Kate: I’m fine… Are you okay, Ellis-kun!?

Ellis: Huh? Me? Yeah.

(He acted like it’s just a normal thing, but I don’t think this kind of situation should be done with that sort of reaction…)

Kate: These people… Who are they?

Ellis: I think they are after you.

Kate: Wh—Me…?

Ellis looked into the man’s chest pocket and pulled out a photo.

Ellis: …Here.

It was certain that I was in the photo there.

The director of the post office where I worked wanted to follow the trends, he gathered all of his staff and took pictures for us.

(It should have been displayed in the director’s office… Did someone steal it? Just to tell these men how do I look like?)

I gradually understand the fact that I was definitely being targeted, and now fear started to attack me in.

Ellis: I remember you said that you were almost run over by a carriage on your way home from the castle last night...

Ellis: I think they are the people Wil mentioned earlier.

Ellis: Someone has heard rumors about the Fairytale Master in the Crown's office, and has his sights set on Kate-san.

(The existence of the crown shouldn't be known to the public. It should be a top secret that will kill you if you acknowledge about.)

Kate: You mean the people who know your existence and are hostile to you...?

Ellis: Yeah. A few people in the castle know about the existence of the crown... and they don't seem to think much of it.

Ellis: Also, well... a scandalous spy from another country is trying to find out if the rumors are true?

Ellis: Since Will was investigating that area, I think he’s probably already found out the main culprit who gave the orders.

Kate: What are those people trying to do when they get me...?

Ellis: Come on. They're trying to get information about the Crown by torturing you. Maybe.

A shiver ran down my spine.

(I can't believe I'm being targeted just by being with them... I never thought about it before.)

Ellis: Hey, Kate-san, what do you want me to do with these men?

Kate: Eh…?

Ellis: Wil said that if there’s any assault, I’m the one to deal with it.

Ellis: Since these men haven’t known about the Crown just yet… Because I didn’t show my ability. You can let them go.

Ellis: Do you want me to kill them? Or do you want me to leave them? Either way is fine.

Kate: Either way… Is it okay to leave life or death decision to someone else so easily?

Ellis: …? Yeah, because it’s a work. It’s better for you to be happy anyway.

I can't help but remember his calm demeanor, which was exactly the same as when he said "Shall I kill her?" that day.

Today, I was spoiled by his kindness like I was wrapped in cotton wool, and I almost forgot about it—

It's as if the darkness is suddenly opening its mouth in the sun, the restlessness that surrounds him.

Kate: If it’s Ellis-kun… What do you want to do?

Ellis: They're the people who try to hurt you... They're like our enemies, so it's probably better to kill them.

Ellis: But I don't want you to be sad because of them.

Ellis talks about people's lives and deaths as if he were choosing a jam to spread on bread.

(He’s a little pushy, but he's kind, caring, and the kind of person who thinks about other people's happiness first...)

(Uhm, no... You're asking me this because you put my happiness first.)

In his mind, even killing people can be a means to make someone happy —I just didn't know.

Kate: I… leave them, do it for me, I want to let them go.

Kate: It’s strange to kill when you don’t need to.

(More importantly…)

Kate: I don’t want to make your hands dirty.

For the sake of other people's happiness, his hands are stained with blood,

Even if he doesn't think anything about it, even if it's his distorted expression of affection, I don't like it.

Ellis: Really, you don’t have to worry about me… Kate-san is so sweet.

Ellis: Well, I guess I'll leave them.

Ellis: I’ll burn this photo.

Ellis started pushing my wheelchair again, leaving those men who were still lying there.

—

Ellis carried me to my room and prepared a wash tub filled with hot water so that I could change the bandage.

Ellis: Stay still for a while....it'll be over soon.

Kate: …Uh.

His hand touches my foot sunk into the warm water, and his body is stiff still.

Ellis: ...You don't like being touched? …Well, Are you still worried about what just happened?"

Ellis's voice was a little depressed, and I suddenly looked up at him.

(Ellis protected me… and I don’t even thank him.)

(Even if the world we live in are different, as well as our common senses.)

No matter how light and fleeting a human life was to him.

(Ellis devoted his heart to me today.)

That is a certain fact.

Kate: No... I'm fine. Thank you for protecting me until now.

Ellis: Yeah… That’s good.

Ellis looked relieved, and when he carefully wiped my wet foot, he rewinded the clean bandage.

(Even though it hardly hurts anymore.)

He treats my foot gently like a fragile thing, my heart aches.

With the impact just a little while ago, I can't wipe it away... Today, it seems that I am fascinated by him.

Kate: Today was a very happy day. I was a little surprised at the end.

Kate: I’m glad to have Ellis-kun spent time with me as a lover.

I smile as much as I can to thank him for his sincerity.

Ellis: …..

When Ellis stared at me while kneeled at my feet, he opened his mouth with a serious expression.

Ellis: How happy are you today?

Kate: Eh…?

(I think he asked me something similar today—)

Ellis: …Hey, Kate-san. I wonder if we should continue …pretending to be lovers tomorrow as well.

Kate: …What?

Ellis: I want to know more about you. What do you like? What makes you happy? What do you do to have fun?

Ellis: If I could be by your side like today, I feel like I’ll know you better.

Ellis: Then... Tomorrow from today, I can make you happier, and also the day after tomorrow.

Kate: Well… You’re kidding again…

Ellis: …I’m not kidding.

Ellis's eyes were tinged with the same strange heat that I had seen in the wind-scented grasslands—

I am also attacked by that disturbing sense of incongruity.

(If you nod, you won't be able to go anywhere anymore...)

Ellis: I'll make you think that you can't be any happier.

Ellis stood up without looking away and sat next to me.

The bed spring’s squeaks and bounces disturb my heart even more.

Ellis: …How about it?

A gaping abyss tries to swallow me.

I was too sweetly melted by his kindness to struggle, escape, and run away from.

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Chapter 1 & 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

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fehtism · 1 year ago

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If you got them, builds for base Tharja? I fed her skills from 5 stars I didn't want (Atk/Spd Ideal 4 & Null follow up 3 fwiw) and now I kinda wanna build her to be viable. Got any tips/suggestions?

hiii thank you for your ask. i actually cooked up a really fun build for her.

okay i'll admit this looks unorthodox but trust me i am COOKING.

devoted basket+ (available from valentines selena, the 4 star of the current valentines banner) is actually a better option for her than arcane eclipse. she can get pretty absurd pre combat damage as well as an atk/spd buff based on a percentage of her visible speed (hence the life and death sacred seal)

for a more in depth explanation of what the weapon does please see this post explaining it.

the tl;dr is pre combat damage based on percentage of foe's atk stat.

the ruptured sky special further takes advantage of the foe's atk stat as it boosts damage based on a percentage of foe's atk stat and is a low cooldown special that will be loopable and will pierce damage reduction with special spiral 4. it's also in the divine codes.

ruptured sky can be acquired from the m!byleth combat manual in divine codes 2.

now with her a slot skill this build gets really fun. close reversal (not too different from close counter for this build so feel free to run that) punishes foes for trying to kill her. the way her pre combat damage works is that it only damages foe's if tharja is able to retaliate in combat. with close counter she will be able to retaliate in combat against melee foes and will inflict the pre combat damage against foes regardless of their range (except for dazzling staff effects) it is almost a case of "if i'm going down you're going down with me"

another thing about this build is that it purposefully does not debuff foe's atk in combat allowing for very large amounts of pre combat damage. for an example...

here is a unit with an absolutely ungodly amount of atk bonus in combat. with weapon triangle advantage, tharja would deal damage that is 30% of his atk before his first atk. 39+61=100 (wow what a nice easy number for math) means he will take 30 damage in his (likely successful) attempt to kill tharja.

special spiral 4 is the b slot of choice due to the -2 cd after combat effect allowing for looping of low cd specials. also the damage reduction piercing can't forget that one. for alternative options you can run mag. null follow up (from brave soren or heidr), atk/res tempo 4, (the funniest option) occultists strike for the pre combat damage stack (from mythic gullveig, player phase only)

her cheap b slot option is simply running special spiral 3 to loop her special as her pre combat damage already pierces all damage reduction.

special spiral 3 is available from the ninja m!corrin combat manual from divine codes 4.

her premium c slot skill option is incite atk/spd for the increased stats and partial clash effect. however, it is locked to kvasir who is a limited unit. other options for her slot c include: def/res smoke 3, time's pulse 4 with a 3 cd special like flare or luna, or atk/spd oath 4.

atk/spd oath 4 is inheritable from the m!she's combat manual in divine codes 4.

so for a tl;dr

build turns her into a player phase nuke who will deal large amounts of pre combat damage to whatever foe decides to take her out. it's what she would want.

hope this helps !

#fe heroes #feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fe heroes meta #feh meta #feh build

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years ago

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BTS Tutorial: YOUTUBE

Streaming on YouTube (on your phone or web browser) helps BTS members’ songs chart on Billboard and for other awards. It’s actually hugely important and one of our most useful tools, since we don’t get radio play.

You need to follow some simple guidelines to make sure your streams here count.

First, get in the habit of always signing in to your YouTube profile.

If you can sign up for a Premium account free trial, your streams count three times as much!

Next, save the official BTS channels, artists, songs, and playlists you like to your Library.

Please try to play the latest songs as least once a day, then work on milestone goals for the group when you can.

Here’s a great example of a playlist to bookmark and run in the background of your day:

Now, when it comes time to stream FACE, be sure to like <3 and subscribe to the OFFICIAL RELEASE.

The first 24 hours are the most critical, followed by the first week.

UPDATE: Billboard only counts the first 50 times you play a song in a 24-hour period. For a whole album plus filler songs, that might be doable. To chart a single, you’ll need to make more than one premium free trial account. You must be logged in for your streams to count.

This will be true for the title track prerelease on March 17th and for the entire album release on March 24th.

Do not click on lyrics videos, reaction videos, or anything except the OFFICIAL RELEASE from the OFFICIAL SOURCE.

Sometimes clout chasers will make their channels and videos look very similar to the real deal; don’t give away your streams!

So you’re going to want to sign in and turn off Autoplay and Shuffle settings.

Then click on the official music video(es).

Plug in some headphones if you like, but keep volume in YouTube and on your device at 51%. They say they don’t track device settings but I think it’s just better to be safe than sorry.

Play the entire song. All of it. Wait for it to be fully done. Even if you are on a free account and must endure ads. Even if the ads are at the end.

Once the song(s) finishes, click on something else. Another BTS video is great. Let that play for at least 30 seconds, up to 60 seconds to be safe.

Then this is important: go to the search bar. Search the official name of the song or album. Find the official music video from the search bar. Click it. Play it all the way through.

Yes, this is manual labor, but it’s the safest and fastest way to make sure your stream isn’t filtered so we can get the best numbers in the first 24 hours of a release.

Please try to do it this way starting the moment FACE drops and keep doing it for as long as you can.

If you have a friend in another time zone, maybe tag-team each other so someone is always streaming hard.

After that first day, you can rely on playlists. Good ones will have FACE songs often, in order of original track list, sprinkled with other BTS songs near milestones throughout.

The more you can keep an eye on your YouTube streams and get through about 30 seconds of another song, then back over to official FACE videos, the faster you will help it climb the chart.

If you just simply do not have the time and cannot interact, that’s okay. Being an ARMY involves some work, but it shouldn’t cause panic attacks. Maybe set a goal for yourself to play FACE song(s) as much as you can the first 24 hours. Try to at least play the title track 10 times that first day.

If you’re celebrating Ramadan and are forbidden at this time to play music, many people are planning to mute and stream silently. If you’re comfortable only using headphones and not playing aloud, also great. There’s a good chance it might not get filtered, so try it if you can and feel comfortable. Please always put your conscience first—Jimin would want you to honor yourself.

For those who can play on a device those first 24 hours:

Do NOT loop. Do NOT engage Autoplay. Do NOT partially play the song(s). Do NOT play any version but the official versions from BTS.

The goal in the first 24 hours is to have nice, clean streams (especially of the title track but also of all official FACE content), then click around a little bit for 30+ seconds or so, and go right back to official FACE content. If you can keep up that energy the first week, awesome. But if not, playlists are your friend.

I like to stream YouTube on my desktop and Spotify (the app itself or in a Stationhead streaming party linked to my Spotify) on my cell phone so I can have both going at once.

As far as I know, you don’t have to keep swapping out YouTube accounts because there isn’t a limit of the first 20 plays or something like that. You can just park yourself on that platform, sign into your premium trial account, play FACE, play something else for 30 seconds, and get back to FACE for as long as your endurance allows.

For more info, follow these helpful accounts on Twitter:

PJM Streaming

Jimin Charts PH

Here’s some good playlists to practice with until FACE drops:

youtube

There are some useful tips summarized here, if you want to bookmark it for future reference:

Please feel free to share this post to help spread the word. Any updated information is always most welcome!

DISCLAIMER:

I am a Dope Old Person and have been ARMY since January 2022. So I still have a lot to learn.

I’m making mini-tutorials for people like me who are comfy with technology but totally new to voting, streaming, and buying Kpop stuff.

If you know of better, more up-to-date information, please comment or DM me so I can make sure I’m not spreading misinfo. Please be polite about it, though—we are on the same team!

Feel free to apply whatever you learn here to other BTS members and other artists; I’m Jimin-biased so I am focused on helping Jimin at this moment in time, but I’m OT7 so rest assured I’ll put my shoulder to the wheel for all our members!

#BTS Tutorials #jimin #park jimin #face by jimin #jikook #minkook #Youtube

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lokislytherin · 2 years ago

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random lookism q for you! which 2 characters (ideally those who barely have any interaction) would you want to see interact more? :)

hello jann i have so many combos how am i supposed to pick. ur so determined to make me write essays huh /j you know what im just gonna make this jay & various lookism characters that i wanna see him interact with bc he's been missing for so long this is my copium that he's been here all along

jay & mira

they are the housewives waiting for their husbands to come back from the war dynamic, but in jay's case he joined the war as a medic who can also fight on the frontlines bc he missed daniel. i like to think during the period of time their boys were gone, jay and mira became closer bc they were both lonely. think about it - daniel is undoubtedly jay's best friend and literally jay's only friend, while zack and mira have such a long history and the requited pining they have is so intense.

just imagine having to suffer through school alone... hence mira struck up a conversation (even tho she had no idea how to understand jay), and now they're kind of friends. maybe they're lonely bc they miss their boos but they're lonely together now, which makes things a lot better. mira still doesn't quite understand jay, but she Gets the pining, so that's a start. she doesn't know whether to root for emo introvert jay to get with daniel or social butterfly zoe, so for now she's just hoping they'll end up in a polyamorous relationship bc she doesn't want her friends to end up with broken hearts. according to zack (who finds the time to text her whenever he can bc he misses her a lot and his current canon break is bc they're hanging out like the lovebirds they are), daniel has also been picking up boyfriends left and right so the daniel ship might actually have more people than she originally thought, actually.

also they bond over fashion, because mira thinks jay needs to expand his closet. all jay has is designer suits (and the occasional biker jacket) and mira is the god of thrifting and cute fits! if you want the j high fashion boys in cute Normal People (read: proletariat) fits mira is your go-to

2. jay & zoe

once again, housewives waiting for their husband to come back from the war dynamic, but they've got the same dynamic. they are the co-captains of the daniel fan club and they constantly fight for first place. zoe is losing (because she's been away from canon even longer than jay) and she hates it (it's okay. she's realizing daniel is a very good friend, who is coincidentally very hot, but that's he's not exactly boyfriend material for her, for some reason. he's so bestie-coded).

zoe has 0 idea what jay's thinking 50% of the time, the other 50% of the time jay just goes :( so she just Knows he's thinking of daniel and missing him bc yeah. she does that too. it's just more obvious with jay because he doesn't show his eyes and that reduces his expression ability by a lot bc he's the most expressive with daniel, and when daniel's not there he's just _ . not even -_- he's just _ because he doesn't show his eyes so zoe can't even begin guessing what he's thinking. mira only gets him bc she's got the Nice Person Telepathy (it's called years of dealing with tsuntsun zack = pro body language reader)

i'm not gonna lie about jay he's very competitive towards her bc in his eyes zoe has a bigger chance than crystal? mainly bc crystal is so mean to daniel homegirl has 'Men DNI' in her eyes she exudes that energy while jay is hong jay homosexual gay and he's like yo. daniel please look over. hot boy in the area.

jay has never thought of out-sexy-ing zoe tho. zoe's assets are her medium is premium booba (she's only b cup but south korean average cup size is like a small a) and all jay has is his flat chest. even lookism tumblr barely believed in his booba until 2% of almost 300 people suddenly went actually it exists

3. jay & ryuhei

blond 🤝 motorbike 🤝 bathrobe + bath lovers (ryuhei is The Biggest onsen lover and you can fight me on this + jay is canonical bath haver) 🤝 in love with a dark haired person who will probably never look at them the way they want them to.

i hc they actually met once while being on their bikes, but both of them had their helmets on (bc safety first! daniel/mitsuki would be sad/annoyed if they died riding their bikes which is not ideal). ryuhei nodded over like 'yo nice ducati dugati bro' and jay nodded back like 'thanks bro' and it was a moment of Mutual Understanding bc of Biker Language

also i just really wanna know how they would interact in canon? my hc of them meeting was off-screen bc i'm sure both of them have more to do with their lives but what if they fought each other. weapon user to weapon user. kali arnis user jay vs ryuhei with his chain bat. two blond boys trying to bonk each other to death until they realize they're both simps actually. and then they bond via trash talk (ryuhei) and getting triggered every time ryuhei mentions romance (jay) and then bonk each other some more bc NO WAY THIS WEIRDO IS NOT MY KINNIE

4. jay & samuel seo

sanest person in the verse fights complete utter nutjob, but both of them believe that they are the sane person and the other guy is the nutjob. samuel seo's like WHO'S THIS BLOND FREAK WHY IS HE CHASING ME WITH A BB GUN and jay's like GET BACK HERE SO I CAN SHOOT YOUR GIANT TITS RIGHT OFF AS PAYBACK FOR BULLYING DANIEL. GET YOUR ASS HERE OR I'LL RIP YOUR BOTOX TITS OFF AND FEED IT TO MIRO AND EDEN BC 1) GOOD SNACK FOR THEM 2) MY PUPS ONLY DESERVE PREMIUM STEAK

tbf jay's not saying anything he's just exuding Murderous Energy (think jay in ch435) so ofc samuel's confused. this blond twink doesn't speak he's just chasing samuel with a bb gun

5. jay & gun

GUNJAY PARALLELS. THAT'S IT THAT'S THE TWEET

i've got more about the GunJay Parallels in another post which i am honestly too lazy to link bc u've probably alr seen it but i just wanna see the two daniel simps fight each other yk. i know jay's gonna get his ass beat to hell and back but i believe in Protective Hong Jaeyeol and Possessive Hong Jaeyeol rights like this perv is the guy daniel's been training with?? this is the bastard who basically tortured daniel bc daniel wanted to learn how to fight and be stronger??? oh boy the minute jay finds out about what gun did to daniel he'll sic the law on gun. or poison him

bc i believe in dumbhead!gun and STEM kid!jay supremacy.

jay, copying the anime he watched with daniel: お前はもう... 死んでいる！

gun, who received 0 intel about jay and wondering who tf this Blond Bastard™ is: 뭐?! この바보は누구

daniel, who only knows bits and pieces of jp bc he's an avid anime watcher: gun wtf is wrong with u.

daniel: also omg jay hi <3

jay, immediately: /////// <3

(that's him blushing btw)

i also want more interactions with jay and vasco and jay and zack and jay and johan and-

i could go on forever

thank you for the ask jann! wow this is. long

#rinanswersthings #lookism #i am NOT including jay and logan im sick of them #every time jay meets logan he gets his ass beat #next time jay meets logan it better be bc daniel wiped the floor with logan's fat ass #also don't ask me why i'm almost critically incapable of calling samuel samuel instead of samuel seo #it's like hudson ahn being That Ansan Bastard (in zack's voice)#jay hong #mira kim #kuroda ryuhei #samuel seo #gun park #daniel park #zoe park

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