#maybe i will come back but tbh i moved mains so i have to like. consciously log out and back in again HAHA

[bonestrouslingbones]

now realizing that i haven't seen an edgepuff fic any longer than a oneshot since fucking. 2022. and not even a oneshot since 2023. god.

[cornappreciation]

oh god i forgot about this account

[youreverydayfangirl]

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO

pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she's gone radio silent, everyone settles down and someone begins to plot revenge

warning: online hate, mentions of cheating

a/n: i thought i should switch between real life and online so i could feed you guys more

face claim: sabrina carpenter

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y/nsprivate healing with my girls

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thatoneartgirlalex what are friends for???

-> y/nsprivate I THOUGH JUST BEING HOT TBH

keekslikestospammmm and you better get your cute but downstairs cause we're going out

-> y/nsprivate OKAYY GIVE ME TWO SECONDS

leosfather GO QUEEN

-> y/nsprivate alex is training you i see

livbereallydumb SMASH SMASH SMASH

-> y/nsprivate me whenever i see you

itssabrinaaa YOU DON'T NEED NO TINY DICK MAN AND SKANKY FRIEND

-> y/nsprivate 😭😭😭

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Y/n felt a small smile creep up across her face as she went to turn off her phone. She looked up at the warm sun which had begun to set, casting a golden glow along the beach infront of her. The peaceful quiet of the beach was a sharp contrast to the chaos and heartache she had left behind. Still, it had been hard to stay in the moment and she often found her mind drifting back to everything that had happened. Something that seemed to play over and over in her head. Although it seemed everyone else had moved on.

She'd barely touched her phone, forced to reinvent herself and tune out what others had kept saying about her. The whispers, the hate and the betrayal had gone with a swipe of her finger. But the sting of it lingered, a wound that refused to heal.

She quickly grabbed her stuff and shoved it in the bag which lay beside her feet as her mind went to the two girls who were currently waiting in the lobby. They had been rocks for her through this whole ordeal. The trip was supposed to be a fresh start for y/n, a place to forget, but somethings weren't so easily buried.

Y/n hadn't been able to fully trust anyone since exbsf had turned her life upside down. The breakup, the voice recording, it was all too perfect.

Revenge is what had kept circling through Y/ns mind over the past few months. A lot of people had hurt her, turned against her, but their was one person specifically that Y/n kept thinking about. Maybe she wasn’t healing just yet. Maybe she was plotting her rise.

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y/nsprivate not even sad anymore guys, just really mad tbh

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thatoneartgirlalex AND AS YOU SHOULD YOU CLOCK EM

-> y/nsprivate you know i will

keekslikestospamm NEW SONG YOU BETTER SHOW US SOON

-> y/nsprivate trust me i will

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Y/n found her self sitting infront of the piano for the first time since everything had come out. She hadn't wanted to, because that would mean that it was real.

But after pushing from both Alex and Kika, the girl finally felt like she was in a spot were she could poor out her feelings. But something felt different this time, she had never felt this angry before.

She sat at her desk, the sunset infront of her casted a shadow across her face. Her notebook was open, was scribbled sharply expressing her inner turmoil. She tapped her pen on her desk, staring at the page infront of her, one line sticking out specifically.

All I think about is karma.

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exbsf 6 months with you <3

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landonorris my gorgeous girl

-> exbsf your too cute

user1 I CANT BELIEVE THEYVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR 6 MONTHS OMG

user2 parents frfr

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user3 pov its been 5 months since y/n disappeared 😭

-> user4 GOOD RIDDANCE

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y/nsprivate smiling more

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thatoneartgirlalex and happy to see it

-> y/nsprivate stop i love you so much

keekslikestospammmm i can still through hands though right?

-> y/nsprivate KEEKS NO

leosfather as your honorary big brother i could not be prouder to see how much you've grown as a person

-> y/nsprivate CHARLIE STOP

livbereallydumb I JUST WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG HUG

-> y/nsprivate you saw me yesterday....

itssabrinaaa livbereallydumb wanna come to portofino with me for no specific reason

-> livbereallydumb already on the flight babes

-> y/nsprivate YOU GUYS BETTER NOT BE KIDDING RIGHT NOW ASSHHH

-> itssabrinaaa SUPRISE

-> livbereallydumb we wanted to make it a bigger thing then realised we dont really know where to go and we dont speak italian

-> itssabrinaaa didnt think that one through 100%

-> y/nsprivate 😭😭😭

TWO WEEKS LATER

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im trying to make the parts longer cause i feel like there too short

also do you guys like the switch i feel like i wanna give you guys more than just short SMAU chpaters

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[hoonjayke]

Park Jongseong — Rest

PAIRING: — Husband Jay x Reader (f)

SUMMARY: — Your husband Jay gives you a massage to show you how to rest properly.

GENRE: fluff, suggestive.

WARNINGS: double meaning jokes, very suggestive in the end but overall fluff.

WC: 2k — masterlist

— Author Note: Tbh I've been obsessed with Jay lately and I thought this scenario was perfect for him. Hope you guys like it, If there are any errors please lmk.

The main door of your house closes with a ‘click’ and you sigh, feeling relieved to be finally home. Your vacation officially started today and after such arduous work, you could finally rest.

Jay hadn't arrived yet, so you took the opportunity to take a long shower to relax and take away all the stress from work. You hummed a song in the shower thinking about the plans you'd make to enjoy your vacation with Jay.

Maybe go out to eat something delicious and go for a walk without any worries or stay home and cuddle with your lovely husband. All the scenarios running through your mind seemed wonderful, especially because you could spend more time with Jay. Since his work took up a large part of his day, any extra time with your husband was a reward.

After putting on your most comfortable satin pajamas, you laid down on your warm bed that was in the perfect state to rest. You decided to relax and just watch some funny videos on your feed until you heard Jay.

The noises of Jay's key caught your attention, and he smiled when he heard your voice in the distance. "Love?" He called, breaking the silence that hung in the house."Hm?" You mumbled loudly, hoping he would hear while you were lying on the bed as if you were a sloth trapped in its house. "I'm here."

Jay entered the room turning on the lights and loosening his tie. "There you are." He approached you and gave you a smile before giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Hello baby, how was work today?” He asked as he placed his briefcase in a corner of the room and took his watch off his wrist.

"The usual, but I'm finally free so we can enjoy my vacation." You murmured excitedly, his lips touching your eyes and eyelashes giving you tickles. You glanced at him lightly as he stroked your hair.

"Vacation? This is great, babe." He said excitedly and sat on the edge of the bed “We’ll be able to enjoy it a lot.”

“Yeah, thank God.” You laughed warmly “I miss spending more time with you.” He grabbed your hand placing a quick kiss on the top of your palm and stood up, unbuttoning his blouse. “Me too, love.”

The last few days were more chaotic at Jay's company due to the end of the year, but you could finally have more time alone. "And you? How was your work?" You asked as if you weren't staring at your husband's beautiful back.

“I finally finished everything on that project I was assigned to last minute so I can finally relax too.” You listened intently to Jay. “Jungwon said I could get a promotion if I kept working like this.” He laughed and you agreed.

Jay is the kind of person who always tries really hard in everything he proposes to do, so you wouldn't be surprised if he got promoted.

"If you keep smiling like that, you're gonna get promoted sooner than expected." You commented in a mischievous tone while stretching your arms and he laughed, ruffling your hair before he climbed on top of you "I hope so, so I can take you to many places." He commented and you laughed, hugging him tightly and smelling his perfume.

It was amazing how good he smelled, even after work.

"Hmmh, you smell so good." You said, stroking his soft hair and he smiled giving you a quick kiss “I need to take a shower, wanna come?” He asked with a voice full of mischief, moving his eyebrows and you pushed his face away while closing your eyes again.

"Babe, I already took a shower, you can go. I'm so tired today, I really just want to lie down and rest." You answered sincerely despite loving the beautiful intimate moments you spend with your husband.

“Okayy, I'll be right back." He smiled and kissed your cheek before grabbing a towel and locking himself in the bathroom.

After a few minutes of just listening to the sound of the shower water, your eyes closed as you felt a wave of drowsiness invade your senses. Before you could start dreaming you heard the bathroom door open and saw Jay coming out with just a towel around his waist. You sat on the bed and rubbed your eyes, feeling your back hurt a little.

Jay opened the closet looking for his clothes and you noticed his confused expression "Where are my gray sweatpants?" He asked and you continued to stare at him, smiling happily at the beautiful sight in front of you. The drops of water dripped from the ends of Jay's hair making his back shine with the humidity, his bangs plastered to his forehead.

"I think it's on the left side." You replied as you rolled over on the bed again "Ah, just found it at the bottom, thank you." He chuckled and you smiled thinking how you managed to capture this man.

Jay is the kind of man that many people would say is perfect. Handsome, hardworking, kind and extremely cute. Every time you looked at him you felt an absurd desire to thank the heavens for the beauty that is your husband.

"Argh." He quickly got dressed and you groaned at the discomfort of your back hurting again "What is it, love?" He worriedly asked climbing onto the bed as you sighed.

"My back hurts." Despite being reluctant, you confessed. You knew that Jay worried excessively and any complaint made him feel alert.  "Did you take medicine?" He asked worriedly touching your cheek making you snuggle into his touch.

"No, I just took one yesterday." You spoke and he nodded, caressing your face "What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked attentively and you kissed his face touching his hair that smelled so good.

"Just lay here with me." You replied and he sighed dissatisfied "But you'll still be suffering from the pain." He was not satisfied with your answer.

"It's alright baby, let's just relax." He shook his head, getting up from the bed. "No, it's not alright but I already know what I can do to help you." He ran to the bathroom while you looked at him confused, but soon you felt the air change when you saw him carrying a cream in his hands.

"Babe, what are you thinking?" You looked at him suspiciously and he chuckled "Relax, I just want to give you a massage." He replied softly jumping on the bed excitedly “You deserve it.” He whispered as he approached you.

"I'm amazed at how you have such energy." You mumbled laughing as you took off your shirt and laid face down on the bed "You give me energy." He said it like it was obvious and you laughed pressing your cheek to the pillow waiting for him "I love you, that's why." He said sweetly as he knelt between your legs adjusting himself to touch your back.

"You're so cute." You responded laughing and he chuckled through his nose "I love you too." Jay approached you eagerly opening the cream "That's good love, now I want you to try to relax."

You closed your eyes and felt Jay's cold hands touch the middle of your back lightly, spreading the cream "Is it cold?" he asked ironically "I'm going to kill you." you responded smiling. Without opening your eyes, you felt his hands slide over your skin "No you won't, in fact you'll thank me a lot after this massage." He said mischievously watching your muscles relax at his soft touch.

One of the things you loved the most about Jay was his hands. There was nothing better in the world than his big hands taking away all the stress accumulated on your back. You felt his fingertips squeeze your shoulders and sighed happily.

This was everything you needed.

He carefully watched every reaction from you as he took time to explore your skin "Feels good?" He asked, but you only nodded your head and mumbled a weak 'hmm', numb from the relaxation coming from his fingers.

"I'm so happy we're relaxing like this." He chuckled happily at your response as he squeezed your skin. Your body already knowing your husband's specific touch "Me too." He replied as you felt his thumbs on the end of your back.

Instinctively, your eyes opened when you noticed that he stopped his movements and looked back seeing that he was taking more cream. "What is it?" He asked with a smirk "Still want more?" You sulked and laid down again "Stop talking and just do it." You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn knowing that you'd already lost the war to him.

He didn't say anything else, but you could feel that he was giving that side smirk that makes you want to kiss him madly.

The light calluses of Jay's hands slid across the skin of your back, pressing firmly on specific points that caused instant goosebumps. His hands were soft, despite the familiar hardness that made a wonderful contrast to your bare skin.

Sliding slowly, you felt his fingers slowly rise from your back to the back of your nape, his thumbs pressing a spot that made you moan slightly. "Jay." You said his name and he laughed through his nose, his hands sliding down as if he did that innocently.

"What?" He asked innocently in a playful tone, trying not to laugh. “What are you doing?” The sound of his giggle filled the room with your question."I'm not doing anything..." He replied, sliding his hands up your back again.

"Yeah, right." You commented rolling your eyes.

He leaned in a little more and you felt his right hand touch your hair as he combed it to the side. You didn't care much so you just cuddled into your pillow again.

Jay slid his fingers along the corner of your neck and you felt a shiver when he buried them in your hair, stroking lightly. You opened your eyes and felt your face heat up when he grabbed the strands, pulled your hair back with moderate force and kissed your neck.

"Jayyyy..." You complained and he ignored you, kissing down the length of your neck to the back of your nape "Stop it..." Your breathing failing from his kisses "Are you sure?" He asked under your skin as you felt his warm lips slide down your spine making you moan. As he kissed the length of your back, you couldn't say anything "Don't you want more?" He asked huskily in your ear wrapping his right arm around your waist and resting his left arm on the side of your face climbing on top of you, his chest pressing your back. You giggled when you felt him kiss beneath your ear.

"Enough, you're already enjoying yourself too much." You responded breathlessly as he laughed. The tip of his nose touched the corner of your face "Just give me a real kiss then." He said softly, wrapping you in a tight hug.

"Fine." You turned slightly, seeing him fall next to you, smiling. You reached out and pulled him by his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek, “Done.” You laughed at the pout he made and placed another kiss on his nose and another one on his forehead.

"Babe, give me a real kiss." He said slyly as his bangs tickled your face. You looked into his eyes and pulled his face giving him a slightly lingering kiss, quickly moving down to his jawline and burying your face in his neck.

"Well, that was quick." He laughed and pulled you by the waist making you lay on top of his chest, his fingers tangling in your hair, “I told you I didn’t have much energy today.” You laughed "I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

"Okay, I'll wait." He chuckled patting your back. Your cheek warmed from the heat of his body, and as you hugged him your eyes grew heavy when you felt Jay place a kiss on the top of your head.

You relaxed thinking about how you will finally get the rest you deserve.

.

.

[intheemptymirror]

drunk dazed !

drunk-roommate!sunghoon x roommate!reader

summary: you never would’ve expected sunghoon— resident ice prince— to be the clingy type of drunk

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of drinking, sunghoon is drunk (duh), sunghoon and reader aren’t dating but they definitely have a crush/lil somethin goin on, you and sunghoon are roommates, you take sunghoons clothes off but it’s in a non sexual manner, he asks you to help him change, ooc sunghoon

a/n: i would consider myself an engene but i think they’re one of the groups i’m more of a casual fan about if that makes any sense? like i like their music and i consume their content and i have a bias and everything but they’re not one of my MAIN-main groups yknow? but i still love them and wanted to write something for them and i got this idea about how cute it would be if sunghoon was like clingy n stuff so here we are. tbh i don’t love this fic but i just wanted it done and i thought that even if i don’t like it maybe someone out there will. i have a jay fic idea in the works too so if you like enhypen that’ll be out eventually too ;)

if somebody bet you twenty bucks that sunghoon was the clingy type drunk, you would’ve paid them right then and there.

but here you were.

for the past few years you guys had been friends, you don’t think you could remember a time you ever saw him drunk. a little tipsy, sure, but never drunk. and then after you became roommates— which meant spending even more time around each other than before— you still hadn’t seen him get to that state. you had always just assumed he either had a scary high tolerance to alcohol or just didn’t like alcohol all that much.

sunghoon had gone out with the rest of the enhypen boys for a couple of drinks that night, which wasn’t anything unusual or new. what was unusual and new was the extent to which sunghoon drank himself. when he walked out the door three hours ago you weren’t expecting to get a phone call from jay telling you to come pick up your very drunk, very clingy best friend. having to carry a practically incapacitated grown man down the streets of seoul for fifteen minutes and then up a flight of stairs wasn’t a scenario you thought about very often but it was as hard as you would’ve originally imagined.

“y/nnie!” sunghoon whined out into your ear, his weight heavy against your back. a feeling that you would normally find comfort in was now a bit of an inconvenience. you huff out a bit of air and incoherently grumble a bit in what most would consider barely a response, but sunghoon didn’t seem to pay much mind as he pressed himself impossibly further into you. it felt like his whole goal was to make this as difficult as possible, as if gravity was dragging his body down to the ground and wanted to take you with him. you trip over your feet but manage to stay somewhat upright, which only makes sunghoon giggle.

you finally managed to stumble your way down the hall to your apartment door, stopping to catch your breath for a moment. as you stood still and panted with your eyes mindlessly locked onto the small apartment numbers on the door, sunghoon took the opportunity to nudge his nose into your cheek, his dark hair tickling the soft skin of your face. the sensation suddenly snapped you out of whatever trance you were in, making your body jolt slightly before you started the process of trying to open the door. you’re not sure why you were so eager to get sunghoon physically away from you while at the same time wanting him to stay attached to you forever. maybe your fast beating heart was from the physical exertion sunghoon put you through; maybe it was from the emotional. you didn’t have time to dwell on it now.

you grunted as you tried to shift sunghoon’s weight on your back so you could reach the keys sitting in your back pocket. he must’ve thought you were trying to get him off when you started to move because he let out a whine before gripping onto the front of your shirt in his large hands and tightening his arms around your neck to keep himself on you, which only threw your balance off and made you stumble back. you caught yourself before letting out an exasperated groan. “you’re making this really difficult, yknow.” sunghoon simply giggled in response and poked your cheek with his pointer finger, moving his head to press his face flat into the side of yours.

“you’re making this really difficult,” he slurs out his words. you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile and soft laugh that escaped your lips.

“that makes no sense,” you say more to yourself than to him as you finally manage to slide your hand into your back pocket to fish out the apartment keys before unlocking the door and stumbling into the entry way, the sound of your bodies knocking into the wall disturbing the serenity of yours and sunghoon’s (and probably your neighbors) apartment. you somehow managed to slip your shoes off without falling to the wood floor before hauling sunghoon off to his room.

you turn your back to the mattress and completely let go of his weight, letting him flop onto the bed unceremoniously. he let out a grunt as his back hit the sheets, his arm pathetically coming up to try and reach for you once more. you huffed and turned to watch over him for a moment with your hands on your hips while you caught your breath. you watched him paw at the air in search for you before you grasped onto his hand to gently sit him up. he went silent as he tiredly blinked up at you, his pretty, brown eyes practically staring you down.

his intense gaze started to make you nervous, reminding you of a cat watching its owner. his eyes never wavered as he watched you walk over to his closet and rummage around it for a moment before pulling out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before dropping it onto the bed next to him. “get changed, i’ll leave the room.” as you start to walk away, sunghoon gently grasped your wrist in his hand, stopping you in your tracks. your eyes widen and lips part in surprise as you look between his half-lidded eyes, then to where his hand is making contact with your skin, then back again.

“help me,” he mumbles out. you open your mouth to deny his request, but upon seeing how he slightly sways side to side from intoxication and exhaustion you decide it would just be easier (and probably safer) to help him. “please.”

you study his face for any sign of hesitation before you slowly nod. “okay.” you step closer, standing between his legs as he stares up at you. your heart rate spikes at the sight of his flushed face and cute moles and messy hair and gorgeous eyes with their attention completely on you. you blink a few times to snap yourself out of the trance he’s put you in before your shaky hands hesitantly reach for the hem of the shirt he has on.

“lift your arms up.” you direct him once you’ve taken the fabric in your grasp to which he complies immediately, limply throwing his arms up into the air. you tug the shirt up— it gets stuck to which he thrashes around a bit to get it undone— and over his head before tossing it into the laundry basket sat in the corner of his room. you try not to stare too hard at the expanse of bare skin suddenly available to you, averting your eyes and swallowing harshly to calm yourself down. you choose not to say anything else before reaching for the black jeans he has on, hooking your fingers through the belt loops to tug him to a standing position. he stumbles slightly before balancing out and giggling, standing like a mannequin waiting to be dressed. which in a way, he kind of was.

you unhook his belt and tug his pants off gently before quickly grabbing the pair of sweats and crouching down to help him step into each leg of the pants. you’re glad you were too focused on getting him into them without him falling to focus on the fact that he had been practically naked in front of you for a few moments. you stand back up and tell him to lift up his arms once more, slipping the shirt on— without getting it stuck this time— and watching the moles that dotted his body disappear underneath the cloak of white fabric. throughout this whole process, his eyes hadn’t left your figure even once.

finally having him dressed in clean clothes, you usher him to get into bed, pulling back the covers and gently nudging him onto the mattress. he follows your direction with little resistance, little hums escaping his mouth here and there as he watched you pull up the soft covers and tuck him in gently. “comfortable?” he does a close eyed nod and smiles softly in response. you smile and nod in return. “good,” you whisper.

“i’m gonna go get you some water,” you brush his hair off of his forehead and make barely any moves to leave the room, but are stopped by him sitting upright so fast it was as if he was coming back from the dead and his hands shooting out to grab your arm.

“no!” sunghoon lets out a whine of protest, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes starting to gloss over with tears, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout as it starts to tremble. you’re completely caught off guard by his reaction, even more so when he starts to tug you back towards him until your knees are knocking against the bed. “don’t go, don’t leave me,”

you think you can hear your heart breaking at the sight, the feeling of it clenching uncomfortably in your chest overwhelming. you smile softly at him and reach out your free hand to pet his head in an attempt to soothe him, his lashes fluttering and head leaning into your palm at the sensation. “i’m just gonna go get you some water. you won’t even notice that i’m gone.”

“i always notice when you’re gone.” sunghoon’s voice rings out so clear and suddenly he looks the most sober he’s been the entire night. his vulnerability; it catches you off guard, but you can’t help but like the way it feels coming from him. it’s silent for a few moments more as you let the words he’s said sink into your brain. “just stay with me,” he whispers, as if afraid that if he speaks too loud, the fragile, glass-like state of whatever it is you two are in will shatter under his words.

you blink at him a few times before nodding softly. “okay,” you whisper back. sunghoon pulls back the covers before he guides you onto the open space he’s left you, laying down and tugging the blanket over your shoulders. after he deems you properly tucked in, he rests his cheek on his hands and stares. you both study each other in the moonlit room, your features somehow more ethereal in the soft glow. “you should go to sleep. you don’t want a hangover in the morning,” you whisper.

“i will in a minute,” he whispers back. you can see the cogs turning in his head, as if he was debating both for and against himself in his mind. you realize what that look was for though when the bed dips slightly under his weight as he shuffles closer to you, his arm coming up to rest heavy on your waist. “just let me do this,” he slides his other arm under your head before pulling you until you were pressed against his body. he lets out a sigh into the quiet night as his body finally seems to fully relax, the feeling of you against him helping his hyped up state from the clubbing and alcohol dissipate. he tucks your head underneath his chin, his hand mindlessly rubbing back and forth on your back, lulling you into a sleepy state as well.

you press yourself closer to him and bring your arms to wrap around his torso to hold him in return as you let your eyes flutter shut. “goodnight, sunghoon.”

“goodnight, y/n.” he replies, his breathing evening out as he drifts off to sleep. you smile to yourself before you drift off shortly after, meeting him once more in your dreams.

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- claggor

don’t go

[arcane] [main page] 🔞⚠️content warning⚠️🔞: SMUT prompt: Claggor is jealous of an old friend of yours who rarely comes into town. He doesn't hide it either. containing: afab reader, fem receiving oral, unprotected sex, pull out method, vanilla tbh.

“I’ll be right back.” Claggor tells you, going off further into the market to get the both of you drinks as you were looking over artwork. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You beam, now left alone to admire everything. 

The two of you have been flirting for a while, it honestly feels like a game of tag. The only reason he’s at the market with you is because you lied about needing a new mirror for your room and needed someone to carry it for you. You’ve been waiting for this man to make it official. Or at least end this so you can move on with your life. You knew for a fact though that you weren’t going to be the one to say a single thing. 

As you were looking over a booth full of mirrors of all different shapes and sizes you felt someone come up from behind you. Confidently thinking it’s Claggor you turn around with a grin. “I think this is the one- oh… Caspian?” You furrow your eyebrow. “[Name], I was hoping I was right when I saw you!” He laughs, opening his arms expecting an embrace. You eye him up and down but then eventually give into it. Squeezing him. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” You exclaim excitedly. 

“Yeah, been off doing random quests.” He jokes, pulling away with a lopsided smile. “Right, how has that been?” You fold your arms, curious to know. “Eh, y’know. A lot, maybe I can tell you over dinner. Tonight?” He boldly asks and you purse out your lips. 

You really didn’t have anything to do. You were kind of hoping to have a night with Claggor but you also haven’t seen Caspian in three years. You can always spend time with the boy tomorrow. With Caspian you never know when he’s going to stay or leave town. With a shrug of your shoulders you answer him. “Yeah, I know the perfect place to go!” You say, pulling out a little notebook and pencil from your bag you scribble down the address before ripping the page and handing it to him. 

You didn’t see Claggor there, holding both yours and his drinks with a scrunched, annoyed expression. Slowly making his way over as the two of you talked. “Hey! Who’s this?” Claggor speaks up, handing you your drink and you thank him with a cheerful countenance, immediately taking a sip of the beverage. 

“This is Caspian, the one friend I told you about! He travels overseas.” You remind him, subconsciously leaning into his arm. Your friend notices this between the two of you and holds back a small grimace. “Ah, sorry, don’t really remember. I’m Claggor.” He sticks his hand out, the boy in front of both of you places a fake smile upon his lips. Taking Claggor’s hand bitterly. Giving it a rough grip. “Nice to meet you, who are you to [Name]?” 

“[Name]’s… boyfriend.” He hesitantly answers and your eyes widen, utterly shocked by the words. “Oh no way, man. Congrats to the both of you. I was just telling [Name] here how we should chat over dinner tonight.” Caspian finally rips his hand away from Claggor’s. Both men seething with irritation. 

“Really?” Claggor glances down at you and you nod your head. “You should come! It’d be so fun!” You gleam, taking another gulp of your drink. Oblivious to the two’s behavior as you’re still caught up in the fact that Claggor called himself your boyfriend. “Ah, we’d understand if you couldn’t though.” Caspian comments, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“I’ll be there. No worries about that!” Claggor stands up straight, he toward over your friend. “Great! Can’t wait to see the both of you later tonight then. Say, 6pm?” He cocks his head to the side and you nod your head. “Perfect! See you then, Cas!” You say as he’s already walking away. You turn around back to the mirror you had your eyes on. 

Claggor watches your demeanour, did him calling himself your boyfriend scare you off? Was that an idiotic move? Did he ruin this between the both of you? 

But those thoughts quickly disperse at the next couple of words that exit out your muzzle. “So, boyfriend of mine, carry this mirror for me.” You teasingly smack his arm, pointing to the object with your drink in hand. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re fine with it?” He questions and you stick the tip of your tongue out as you pretend to think. “Mmm, I’d like to be properly asked out but I’m fine with it.” You hint to him as you head over to the booth owner, giving them money for the mirror before leaving. 

Claggor carrying the body mirror in one arm as the other is snaked around your waist. Listening to you yap about how excited you are for later tonight. Only causing his chest to ping with jealousy. He doesn’t know why, genuinely he’s not a jealous person. But seeing you with Caspian who was clearly trying to flirt with you just… bothered him. 

And as you unlock the door to your apartment, letting him in first and you tell him to just place the mirror down against the wall. Needing to figure out a good place to put it in your room. 

“Want to hang out until tonight?” You offer, throwing your bag on your couch as you head to your kitchen. “Of course I do.” He scoffs, awkwardly standing in your living room as if he hadn’t been here plenty of times. 

“No need to be so sassy.” You giggle, searching around in your fridge, boredly. You didn’t know what to do, with a sigh you closed the door. Standing straight up to now see Claggor behind you. “Have you ever had feelings for Casper?” He tilts his head and you give a confused guise.

 “Caspian? Haha! Are you jealous?” You poke his side. Going to move past him but he doesn’t let you. “Answer the question, Angel.” He lowly orders and you look taken aback at first but then you attempt to hold a smirk threatening to appear on your lips. “So what if I have?” You ask with an “innocent” expression. 

“I don’t want to go to the dinner.” He suddenly pouts, his strong standing demeanor suddenly vanishing. You chuckle, holding onto his arm. “Claggor, I have never felt a single romantic feeling for Caspian. He’s a friend and nothing more. But if you don’t want to go to dinner tonight. That’s okay.” You pat his chest, finally able to move around him, heading back to the living room. 

A frown still graces his face as he follows after you. “But you’d still be going?” He inquires and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” 

“Could I change your mind?” He traces a hand up and down your forearm and shivers shoot through you. “And how would you do that?” You ask, intrigued now. “It would be worthwhile… I promise.” He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. 

You bite your bottom lip. “Your jealousy is making you think very lewd… things.” You whisper as his lips now hover over your own. Your breathing was ragged and racing. “Not my jealousy, only you.” He disagrees before pulling you into a kiss. Closing the gap in a quick motion. You gasp against his mouth. 

The two of you have kissed before, it was always short and sweet. Nerves within the both of you always cut things before it could lead into something further. You lift yourself up, holding onto his shoulders as your leg swings to the other side of him. Now straddling his lap. 

Your lips lock with one another, impatient and expectant of more. Your hands glide up his neck to his hair as his own grasp onto your hips. Subtly roaming down… and down… until they’re holding your ass. You giggle into the kiss, peaking an eye open. Feeling his own smug smile against your lips. 

Your perk your ass out even more, indicating that you wanted more but it also causes your core to gingerly rub against his already semi-boner. He grunts quietly from the friction. You feel it too, it was too pleasurable to not do it again. Discreetly you make your hips rock back and forth, lolling onto him. 

Your fingers massaged into his scalp, feeling through his hair as you continue to grind your pelvis over his clothed private. His large hands knead your doughy, globular ass, finding true enjoyment in it. He can’t help but think how Casper… or whatever his name was would love to be in his position right now. 

You withdraw from his mouth, puffing out air as your eyes examine his face. “I need you.” You murmur, pecking his parted lips. “Need me?” He quizzes as you fervently, eagerly nod your head. “Mhm, please.” You mewl out, plantering kisses all over his jaw. “So greedy.” He pops his hips up to get closer to the edge of the couch. You let out a small noise at the movement causing him to smirk. “Let’s go to the room. More comfortable.” He holds the bottom of your thighs. His fingers were close to your aching cunt. 

You nod your head but you go straight to his neck, ambushing it with kisses and little suckles. Definitely leaving faint marks. 

Entering your room he lays you down on your bed but your legs still wrap around his waist. Your hips in the air. He laughs at you and you reach your arms up. “I wasn’t done!” You complain but he just gently pushes your wrists away, throwing his shirt off. 

Your mouth shuts, you want to clench your thighs together but can’t. 

You do the same, ripping your own shirt off, not wasting time as your bra goes with it. He gawks down at your naked chest as you proudly show it off. “Touch me.” You whine, wiggling your hips on his. He obliges, leaning down to give you what you want. His hands go straight to the mounds on your chest. His mouth latching onto your nipples as well. Taking turns with the both of them. You lay your head back on the bed. Closing your eyes at the feeling. 

He was subtly rutting his hips against you like before and moans escape past your lips. 

“So pretty” He mumbles, his hands sliding down your body to your pants. “I want to take these off.” He huffs, forcing you to release your hold on him with your legs. He roughly yanks the clothing off, not even a warning before he does it. You were bewildered by the boy. You haven’t seen him act so… horny before. He’s teased you on countless occasions, but he was so respectful. Tasteful? Right now he is full of yearning and ferventness. 

Your legs were still spread to either side of him so he could fit perfectly between them. Giving him the view of his dreams. He didn’t give you time before his face was right in front of your soaked pussy. You lifted your head to stare down at you. Claggor peers up to you before smiling. 

“Can I?” He asks and you glare at him. “Don’t make me wait. It’s rude.” You sternly tell him. Partly joking but mainly serious. You were antsy now. There was no backing out. There was no stalling. You wanted it. Needed it even. And so did he. So without skipping a bit he dives into his delicious meal ahead of him. 

His tongue swirls over your folds and your hands immediately find their way to his hair. “I’m so glad you got jealous!” You cry as he begins to eat you out. 

It felt like whatever you thought of heaven to be like. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Toes curling. You wanted to feel angry with how he held this from you. The magic of his mouth. You truly were ecstatic that he couldn’t handle his own grown boy emotions of being jealous of a childhood friend of yours. 

He hums into your pussy at your words, grumbling about what you had just said to him. 

But even with how good it felt you had to push his face away from your cunt. “I need you inside me, I can’t handle it.” You roll your hips forward, almost off of the mattress and he snickers at your neediness. “I need to prep you, angel.” His thumb rubbed up and down your thigh and you jut out your bottom lip. “I can take it. Promise.” 

He clicks his tongue, bearing his teeth. “As much as I want to, no, [Name].” He shakes his head and your face falls in disappointment. His mouth was coaxed with your juices and his eyes fell back down to the reason for it. “I’ll be quick” He swears as his fingers go to your cunny. 

His middle and ring delicately sliding down from your clit to your hole. Purposely antagonizing you by being slow. 

As his digits enter inside you his tongue reattaches to your clit. Playing with it. His fingers scissoring inside of you, stretching out your walls. 

Your liquids make squelching noises, starting off quiet but growing ever-so-quickly. He focused on your gratifying spots. Hooked on them, not giving them a break. He learned and adapted quickly to you. Studying every fidget, every moan from your vocals, every twitch of your cunt. Educating himself on what you enjoy. And what’s going to get you closer to your sweet, sweet release. 

“Sweet angel, that feel good?” He mutters against you and you let out an incomprehensible bunch of words. Nonetheless answering his question though. Your muscles tightened in your thighs as you held them in the air. Tummy flexing and you wanted to scream out from how you feel. 

“I- ‘most there!” You squeal, your nails puncturing your own skin on your hips as you hold yourself. “Good girl, cum all over my fingers.” His fingers thrust in and out of you, going back to sucking on your nub. “F-fucking- idont- mmm…” You babbled consistently, not able to do anything else as your body squirmed the closer your orgasm approached. 

And as that wave hit, you were seeing stars. Your mouth held open, the air in your throat not even able to exit. Your cheeks are flushed and warm. 

And even as you cum he’s lapping up every ounce of it. Not letting any of it go to waste. 

As you calm down from what felt like a once in a lifetime ejaculation you lay there almost lifeless. Numb to his mouth that wasn’t letting up. “Claggor…” Your hands grasp at him, weakly shoving him away. “S-stop…” You whine. 

“Alright, angel.” He coos, going back up, kissing you sweetly as his hands worked on pulling his pants down. “Before I give you what you want… Tell me we’re not going to that dinner tonight.” He gazes down at you and suddenly the post-orgasm drunkenness you felt completely dispersed. Your eyes landing on him. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to go.” He tells you truthfully and you giggle. “Claggor… fuck me and I’ll give you an answer.” You wrap your legs around him and push him forward. His weight landing atop of you and you grin. “[Name], but I said-”

“Fuck, Clags. Please.” You interrupt him. 

He couldn’t deny you at that. Swiftly he pulls his cock out. Spitting in his hand before rubbing it on his member. “There we go~” You sing, mouth watering at the sight as he lifts himself back up to line up with your tight, glistening hole. 

He scoffs but still gifts you precisely what you crave and wish for. Sheathing inside of you, inch by inch. 

Your walls clenching and unclenching on him. He swallowed down roughly at the feeling. Still tasting you on his tongue. Once fully inside of you he keeps himself in place until you tell him to move. 

And as those words hit his ears he’s moving at a delectable pace. And as he does his hands roam all over you. Squeezing all over your curves. Getting to feel what he only thought he could imagine in his mind. Getting to experience it was something he had only wished for. 

Your smaller hands grasp onto his. Bringing them to your chest. His eyes were dark, glossed over as he admired every inch of you. Your eyes were shut, it was too much. 

“Look at me, please- wanna see your beautiful eyes.” He begs, squishing your boobs within his hands. Kneading and playing with them. You did as told, sheepishly smiling up at him. His heart fluttered and the only thing he could think to do is forcefully kiss you. Lifting your left leg over his shoulder. 

“Deep! ‘S deep, Clags!” You sob, claw at his arms. “Sh-shit! You’re really squeezing me, angel.” He groaned, this angle had him fighting for his life. 

“S-sorry…” You mewl, bringing your other leg over his other shoulder. Having a hard time keeping it in the air yourself. “Gonna cum soon, where do you want me?” He grunts as he asks you, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

“My mouth, wanna taste you.” You say, and seconds later you feel empty. Your hole gaping, clenching onto nothing. 

You hurriedly get off the bed, sitting on your knees, mouth open for him. Your own hand went to your pussy, swirling around your clit to reach another high. Your eyes were closed as you await Claggor. 

Tongue on display, he jerks himself off. “O-oh fuck!’ He crumbles forward as his semen spurts out. Velvet ropes of cum splattering your face. Barely hitting your tongue where it was supposed to go. 

At the same time your body trembles at your own orgasm. You smile as you lick up the cum around your mouth. 

As he catches his breath, he looks down at you. Now embarrassed at what he did as his ejaculation was in your hair and all over your beautiful face. Your already drenched fingers go and wipe at some of it. Putting it in your mouth and you sucked on them. 

“T’s real good.” You inform him, standing from your spot and plopping down on the bed. He joins you with a huff. “Sorry, gonna have to thoroughly wash that out.” He tried to pick it out of your hair and you laughed. “Guess we might miss that dinner then.” You say with a knowing smile and he perks up. He looks over at the time and it’s only 3. 

He knits his eyebrows together, confused. 

“I thought you wanted to go?” He quizzes and you shrug your shoulders. “Found something more worthwhile.” You press a lip to his cheek. Getting his nut onto his face. 

You were going to have to call Caspian, hoping that he has the same phone number and let him know you weren’t going to make it. 

[missannwinchester]

Marina, +18, Joel Miller/Reader

Summary: On vacation with your father and his new wife, you seek revenge in the arms of an older sailor. Pure porn, no plot.

MAIN MASTERLIST maybe you'll find sth interesting

Warnings: oral s*x (female receiving), unprotected s*x (because this is fiction and not real life), a teeny tiny little bit of degradation I guess? (Reader asks to be called sl*t),

panties used as a gag, pretty vanilla tbh, Reader is over 18, however old you want her to be, she is wearing a dress, Joel is older, unspecified age gap.

You were lying on your back, looking at the wooden ceiling of the cabin. Your yellow summer dress was being pulled up your thighs. Joel, the sexy older man you had met in the marina, spread your knees and ran his scruffy cheek along your inner thigh. One of his massive hands slid up to find the hem of your panties. The other one joined promptly and he took off your underwear quite roughly. You trembled in anticipation and tangled your fingers into his hair when he was busy planting wet kisses on your abdomen. Your hand tried to urge him to stop teasing you, but it was clear he was going to play by his own rules.

Finally, you felt his hot breath on your wet labia. He licked you, starting at the bottom, finishing right on your clit. You moved one of your legs, impatiently pressing into his shoulder. He grabbed your leg with one hand and pressed on it.

"So impatient," he muttered into your core and you sighed.

"Come on, please!"

"Mmm, princess, you know what I should do? Gag you with those tiny little panties, you're distracting me," he tried to reason with you, his brown eyes devouring your half naked silhouette.

"Please do it," you begged before your brain could register what was happening.

"Really?" He wanted to make sure.

"I like it a little rough... I think..."

"You think?" He asked.

The truth was you didn't really know. You had always been too shy and insecure to have ever told your partners what you wanted. This time was going to be different. It was your first ever one night stand and you were going to do it right. And by right you meant that you were going to enjoy it. No shame, no guilt, no regret. At least that was what you were telling yourself. So you nodded.

"Oh b-before you do that..."

You sat up on the bed, instinctively adjusting your dress so that it would cover you.

"It should be easy for you to just spit out. Or tap the bed three times and I'll stop. That alright with you, darlin'?"

There was something about that you couldn't quite pin down, but it was easy for you to trust him. That's why you found yourself on his boat, in that cozy, narrow cabin, on the king sized bed. Half naked.

The way he looked at you made your insides flutter. It was unbelieveable to you that you actually wanted to be vulnerable with that man. It was unthinkable. Yet... you had to ask.

"Are there other names you want to call me?" You wondered.

"Like what? I'll call you anything you want," he promised, carressing your thigh with one hand, squeezing your panties in the other.

"Even... something bad?"

You watched his reaction.

"Ohh," he hummed with understanding. "I got myself a bad girl."

He took your knees and spread them again. You felt his finger at your opening, smearing your slick wettness along your mound.

"I found a little slut today," he smirked at you and you nodded.

Maybe you weren't into rough sex normally? Maybe this situation made you crave it? Maybe it was his intimidating persona that made you think all those thoughts. It was all very naughty to you. He was easily twenty years older than you, looking better than any other man on Earth and he was about to fuck you. Really, truly fuck you.

Suddenly, you found yourself on your back again, looking at the already familiar knag on the ceiling. Joel was hovering over you, holding your jaw lightly. You obeyed him and he put your damp panties in your mouth. You felt a little self conscious for a second, but then Joel's nose pressed against your throbbing clit. Oh damn.

The rest was a blur. He started lapping at your wettness, making obscene noises. His tongue moved expertly, right where you wanted it. Your fingers were massaging his head, trying to press him harder into you. You were a panting mess, a little slut, gagged on a stranger's bed in a shady part of the marina. The tension inside you was building, about to explode any minute. After a few expert moves you came, choking him, trapping between your trembling legs.

Your body finally relaxed and Joel hovered over you, his lips and scruff were covered in your juices.

"How's my slut feeling?" He asked, clearly expecting an answer, but did nothing to remove the makeshift gag.

You wondered for a split second if you should take it out yourself, but you just said "amazing" with it still in, making an incoherent noise.

"Such a good bad girl, who would have thought?"

You were suspecting that he didn't actually think you were a bad girl. Judging by his... performance it all was probably very vanilla for him.

"Fuck me," you said, enjoying the sound of your own muffled voice.

"What are you saying?"

"FUCK ME!" you mumbled loudly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He knelt on the bed and unzipped his pants, then he quickly pulled them down, together with his boxers. His impressive length sprung out and it was definitely bigger than what you had expected. It looked bigger than your big dildo and in your experience real humans never had those dimensions.

"No idea what you're saying, but I'm lovin' it" he muttered, smearing precum around his tip.

"Are you gonna make those noises now too?" He wondered.

He placed himself above you and nuzzled your entrance with the tip.

"I asked you," he admonished. "Are you gonna make those noises now? Now that I'm feeding your needy pussy with my cock, hmm?"

"Mhmm!" You responded this time, nodding your head frantically, desperately wanting to feel more of him.

"Perfect little slut," he commented.

His dick slid along your labia a few times, smearing the wettness around. He pressed the tip into your opening and you whined, wrapping both of your hands around his strong, still clothed torso. The white shirt he was wearing was starting to cling to his body, but it was only the beginning.

Your walls stretched around him, wet, warm and welcoming. He slid in carefully, slowly, filling you to the brim, making you hum with pleasure. You had a feeling he liked it when you moaned behind the gag so you decided not to refrain yourself from making noises.

The depths of you he managed to reach were now tingling, each move, each stroke was bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Your legs were pulling him closer to you, your nails were tracing patterns on the damp, white shirt. Your strangled noises weren't enough for you anymore, but you struggled to spit out the gag. Finally you helped yourself a little with your hand, pulling your underwear out of your mouth in between strokes.

"Fuck!" was the first word you said or maybe moaned and it came out much louder than you intended.

You were starting to lose your rhythm, or maybe Joel was, or the both of you.

"I'm- I'm feeling you so deep inside me," you whimpered, rocking your hips into him, desperate for more.

"I know," he panted into your ear in a condescending tone. "You are taking it so well, so fucking well," he groaned. "You're taking it like a real slut, I know it's a lot, I know..."

His thrusts were powerful, forceful even, and you encouraged him with little moans.

"I know, it's okay little slut, it's okay, nothing you can't take..."

"Fuck! Fuck, Joel!"

It hit you like a truck.

Your walls fluttered around him, tightening, squeezing him. He moved a few times before spilling his seed into you, filling you, painting your insides. Your fucked raw pussy milked him dry. He collapsed on top of you instead of simply pulling out and you pulled him even closer to your chest.

He hummed in content, nuzzling your neck with his nose, tickling you with his facial hair.

"You're something else, darlin'," he gasped into your ear, his spent, sweaty body was still pressing you into the mattress making you feel safe and relaxed, like a warm, breathing weighted blanket.

"You're not bad either," you whispered.

Breathing deeply, with your muscles relaxed, with calloused fingertips gently tracing invisible patterns on your skin you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

"I don't wanna go," you confessed sleepily.

"Then don't."

Then don't. Simple as that.

You wondered what it would be like. Travelling on his little boat, stopping in marinas, sunbathing on the deck all day, fucking relentlessly all night... You felt a pang of pain at the concept, like you were missing it, mourning a mere idea, nothing more than an efemeral thought.

You decided to indulge yourself, drifting deeper into thought, falling asleep under the weight of Joel, the sailor who rocked your world like the sea rocks such tiny little boats.

The end.

Thank you for reading :) Comments are very appreciated.

~missannwinchester

[tiger333k]

there are a lot of people complaining about Arcane season 2, and yes, I get it, it is a bit rushed at times and it would do well if they did a little extra explaining on some parts but honestly it feels like people are just nitpicking sometimes

example: just saw a video about someone complaining about ep7 about Powder and Ekko getting together, and just, wtf??? yes, I know it's because of Ekko's tip that vi died and I know the characters should've it weird when Ekko woke up and just started pointing about things in the past that they really don't want to be reminded of... but if you found this a problem you really didn't watch the show. the main theme about this alternate universe is forgiveness, powder forgave Ekko (though tbh, it was really Vi's plan to go rob someone the whole time), vander and silco forgave each other etc etc. alt Ekko was slaving away at this project when Ekko (firelight) got thrust into his body. powder said it herself, genius and insanity go hand in hand, Ekko saying random things like this probably wasn't even a surprise. also saw a thumbnail where Ekko and powder were kissing and they put 'cheating' beside the image. hopefully I won't have to explain how stupid this is.

Ekko didnt just kiss powder and go 'I can fix jinx'. he doesn't want to change jinx into powder, he even admits that jinx has something good that powder doesn't, jinx's ideas can change the world. what Ekko learned from the alt universe and powder is forgiveness, to look at the past and move forward, leaving a few things behind, leaving behind hate, anger, for the present, for the future. he learned to forgive jinx, so they could build something new.

also adding the fact that it wasn't vi's death that changed everything, it was the act of a child, the fact that someone had been killed that points out how dangerous hextech is, and that's why it was never developed.

personal opinion here, I don't think it was just the death and the letter that changed everything, I think it was little details leading up to the moment silco forgave vander, the moment everything went right. it wasn't one spontaneous event that changed it. we don't know what happened in the alt universe, we don't know if the fight went differently, or if slico had done anything different... maybe he never developed shimmer, maybe he wasn't so set on revenge. we don't know, so maybe don't jump to conclusions so quickly?

another point: jinx didn't just magically lose her trauma because of Isha, dunno what you guys were thinking.

jinx in season one had obvious mental issues, and we always see her drowning out the noise with blaring music. the reason why she was like that was because of her internal conflict, of powder and jinx clashing. jinx was trying to forget the past, and powder was the one that kept remembering it. powder was the one that kept trying to insist it wasn't her fault. powder was the one that held on to everything, and jinx hated powder. and in S1E9 we see her let powder die.

she accepts that she is a jinx to people she loves. the voices stop calling her a jinx, because she already knows this. she accepts this. jinx ruin everything. jinx is a curse. it isn't a case where some kid comes in and changes everything, jinx isn't healed in season 2, she just accepts that she is a catastrophe.

the only thing Isha changes is that jinx learns to love powder through Isha, and maybe even lets a bit of powder come back through. and that's why, when Isha is thrown into Stillwater, the voices come back before jinx takes control again.

three: Caitlyn was done dirty, her entire character was ooc

no it was not. you just saw it through a different lens and decided you didn't like it.

like it or not, Cait has always been privileged. she goes where she wants, does what she likes because she has the kirramman family name to protect her. Marcus says it himself in S1, we just chose to ignore it because that's when cait was doing what we thought was right, investigating and helping Vi, although she was not an enforcer, had no right to be there, we liked it because, well, because we hate Marcus, and she was actually doing something right back then

till season 2, where she gasses Zaun, goes all hitler, and... acts exactly how she acted in S1. she does what she wants, goes where she likes, to achieve one thing: get revenge on jinx.

cait has never lost a parent, she has never learned to cope with such a loss, so she reacts in a wrong way, reacts so drastically that we feel is out of character, its not. we merely see her previous traits painted in a different light and y'all decided you hate it.

I could go on forever honestly, but these three points got on my nerves the most, so I decided to say something about it. there.

this is way too long, my god.

[snowball-doie]

✮⋆˙ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ˙⋆✮

| pairing: johnny x manager!oc

| warnings: 18+ MDNI.

| aurora's note: i want to preface this with the fact that this book's original form is written as an AU (semi original plot tbh) and has been adjusted for posting as an NCT fic, so not everythingggg is going to be perfectly NCT, and i do some timeline fuckery as well. but ya. keep in mind this is somewhat of an AU as you go into it <3

Truthfully, it was a spur of the moment decision which Aurora felt wouldn’t have anything come out of it. Her life was good, she had a solid job which she enjoyed, she had one or two close friends whom she enjoyed hanging out with after work or on the weekends, and she had ample opportunity to go back to the United States to visit her family whenever she wanted. But she was itching for something new. Maybe she had gotten too comfortable with the securities in her life. It felt like it was time for a challenge, and she longed to meet new people whom she felt completely drawn to rather than settling with. Yeah, it was shitty to think, but it was true. So Aurora took a silly, off the whim chance to apply to be the new manager for a K-Pop group in Seoul called NCT 127.

The group had been around for a long time, even before Aurora got her current job; So it came as a surprise when their long-time manager was fired following some very public scandals concerning his behavior and conduct with the boys. Of course she doubted her ability to actually replace him. Aurora knew her place well ever since moving abroad following college— Being a foreigner and a woman set her back in many opportunities which she craved. Applying was for shits and giggles… But the fact that she actually managed to get the job was what surprised Aurora the most. Her luck was probably far better because she knew English, Korean, and Japanese, which were all the three main languages of NCT. Whatever, a win was a win in her book.

On the day the email came in, Aurora was at work, finishing up a project so that she could send it for confirmation before posting on social media. When she saw the notification from the company that owned NCT, SM Entertainment, her jaw dropped. She wondered if they sent the email to the wrong person. But no. Her name was listed at the top in Korean and English, and there were details outlining how she was their ideal candidate for the position, so they were offering her a nice pay and a long lasting contract to secure the deal, if she wanted to accept.

Of course she accepted. She wasn’t fucking stupid.

So she quit her job, packed up her belongings, found a new place to live in Seoul, made all the other necessary arrangements, then said, “Fuck it,” and went. Beforehand, she was based in Japan and would fly to Korea every once in a while for work since she was mostly a freelancer that focused on esports and content creation for different J-Pop and K-Pop groups, but this was the first real opportunity she’d been given in Asia, so she knew that she would have to move indefinitely because it was obviously unrealistic to stay in Japan while working in Seoul.

Once she moved, she lived about ten minutes away from the SM building by subway. On her first day, Aurora was shocked when she exited the station and found that the office was right on top of it, like she only had to walk a few feet to the entrance and suddenly she was inside. At least she would never get lost.

When she entered the building, Aurora was immediately greeted by a woman who approached her with a smile and a security guard on her heels. She stuck out her hand for Aurora, then introduced herself as an executive at SM who would be showing Aurora around and getting her settled in on her first day. It was overwhelming from the get-go. Aurora was too shell shocked to say or do anything aside from following the woman, Seyeon, through security on the first floor, then up to the second floor where the front desk gave her an employee badge with her name and photo on it that would give her access to anywhere in the building, as well as a laptop with all the work information she would need. Once all of that was settled, a quick tour around the office went underway. Floor by floor, Aurora was told what each department did, who to contact in each department, how to reserve meeting rooms, and so on. Since Aurora was a manager, she would be handling a lot having to do with the boys’ schedules, so she was also shown the recording studios, the dance rooms, and also how to schedule those for the boys too.

“Speaking of the boys, they’re up on one of the top floors today— They’re rehearsing for a new comeback, according to their schedules left behind by their previous manager. You’ll find everything in the Google Calendars on your computer. If you want to see them, go ahead, I’ll have to leave you here so I can catch a meeting with our casting executives in Los Angeles before they have to go to sleep.” Seyeon checked her watch then smiled up at Aurora. “This is your office. Decorate it how you want, I know you Americans like to do that… Um… If you need anything, send me a message on Teams. Other than that, there’s a list of items you need to complete before the end of the day, and I’ll check in at the end of the week to see how you’re doing. Sound good?”

Aurora nodded and bowed. “Thank you.”

Seyeon smiled before stomping off in her high heels, her hips swaying with so much confidence and suave that Aurora immediately found herself aspiring to be like her one day. She had to work her ass of a fuck ton before then. No time like the present, she supposed.

So Aurora sat down at her desk in her office… Behind her were three windows that let in plenty of natural sunlight when the blinds weren’t pulled down, her desk was big enough to accommodate the monitor, keyboard, and mouse provided by the company and there was even a stand for Aurora’s own laptop to be plugged into the monitor as well. There was a chair across from her so that she could host people for meetings, but there was plenty of space on the far wall for a couch if she could ever afford one to decorate her office with. That would be comfier.

Aurora leaned down to turn on the PC that was under her desk. While it booted up, she leaned back and spun in her office chair to look out the windows. Up and down the street there were just skyscrapers filled with all different kinds of businesses, no one concerned with the entertainment company that lured over the rest of them— The only people who cared were the confused fangirls coming out of the subway station in search of the merchandise store the company ran nearby. From Aurora’s office, the people on the street looked like ants. She was so high up… And she had an entire office all to herself. What were the odds? Her computer turned on, so her attention turned around to it again, and the first thing she did was login to her new Google work account so that she could review the boys’ schedules on Google Calendars.

As expected, it was messy, but it was worse than she could have ever fucking imagined. Each of the boys had a separate calendar that was shared with their managers and assistants, and there was a shared calendar for NCT 127 events, so there was plenty of overlap and tons of conflicts which Aurora could already foresee giving her a fuck-ton of trouble. Shit. Those boys were so busy, how did they possibly manage it all?

When she checked Teams next, she found a to-do list already waiting for her in her inbox. Upon reviewing everything while writing notes down on paper so that she had it all set in stone in her mind, she realized that none of it was difficult, it was just scheduling and emailing which she had done at her last job plenty of times. The minimal workload for the day meant that Aurora expected to be out of the office before the end of the day, which she didn’t like too much, so she decided to take another moment to take in her surroundings since she could spare the time.

Her office was fairly basic. They had all the furniture set up  for her the way every other office was organized, but that was it— Not even a nice framed painting on the opposite wall or something. Aurora wondered about decorating. Seyeon said that she could indeed decorate if she wanted to because that was an American thing, and despite the back handed comment, Aurora wanted to spruce up her work space. She figured that she would try to keep it lowkey since she didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention by sticking out like a sore thumb more than she already did. Maybe a picture from home on her desk… and a picture from her favorite spot in Japan with her old friends? Yeah, that would be nice. She’d have to get some things printed and framed, but that wouldn’t be too difficult, she could have everything set up by the weekend.

When she finally felt settled at her desk with the workload she’d been given, Aurora checked the Google Calendar one more time to find that the boys were meant to be returning from their lunch break to continue practicing for their new comeback, like Seyeon said. So she gathered her courage then decided to make her way up. Putting her new employee badge to the test, she entered the elevator then scanned her badge before heading up to the practice floor the boys were on.

Unlike the floor where the offices were, the tenth floor was revealed to be nothing but a thin hallway stretching out from the elevator with doors on either side every few feet to indicate a new practice room’s entryway. The rooms were numbered with black plaques at eye level on the gray doors, below the plaques were screens that lit up if the rooms were in use or scheduled for an upcoming reservation to prevent people from hosting impromptu practices at the same time. Aurora found the second door on the left— Room number four— which also had a screen lit up with: NCT 127 CLOSED REHEARSAL written in English, surprisingly. “Closed rehearsal.” Well, she was their manager, wasn’t she? She was entitled to entering a closed rehearsal.

The elevator dinged, catching Aurora off guard before she could grab the door handle. And for whatever reason, perhaps out of embarrassment or even fear, Aurora stepped back from the door to glance at the elevator’s opening doors. A frog got caught in her throat the second she saw who it was stepping into the hallway with an iced Americano in his left hand, his phone in his right hand, Airpods in his ears, a gym bag slung across his torso which was only covered by a thin white tank top that was tucked into a pair of green sweatpants. When he saw that there was someone in his path, the man glanced up and took out his Airpods.

Of course Aurora immediately recognized who she was dealing with, but she didn’t make a big deal of it, all she said was, “Hello,” in Korean. Johnny smiled at her and said, “Hi,” in English before he opened the door for her. Though she was expecting something more polite than that, Aurora still didn’t say anything that would give either of them away before she entered the practice room with Johnny following behind her. The others were already inside and warming up in separate areas. Some had headphones in while they stretched after eating their lunches, others were huddled in groups to chat while they slowly began dancing in order to loosen up.

The choreographer was the first to spot Aurora standing in the doorway. He took a moment to silently figure out who she was before he whistled in the direction of Taeyong, the leader of NCT, to catch his attention in order to call for the rest of the group— Which he did. Taeyong took a look at Aurora, realized that she was the blonde foreigner they hadn’t been expecting, and within an instant he was up on his feet.

“Everyone, gather around.”

The seven other boys groaned and slowly began moving into formation. However, Taeyong was not impressed by their improper behavior in front of their new manager. He was frowning at them. Suddenly, he shouted at them to be more respectful, and the fear instigated by his tone kicked the boys into full gear. They ordered themselves in a line in front of her so that she could get a good look at each of them.

Aurora bowed deeply at the hip while politely greeting with, “Annyeonghaseyo.”

The boys, while still in a line in front of her, followed Taeyong's lead after he called out, “Hana, dul, set!” by replying to her with a salute and a bow, “Annyeongaseyo! To you, we are NCT 127!”

She smiled at them. No one said anything. Panic settled in her stomach. After glancing around, she realized that they were all waiting for her to say something to them.

She gulped. “I’m very excited to be working with you guys. I promise to do my best and not overwork you, to the best of my ability.” She giggled anxiously. “It may be very Western, but my office door will always be open for you, so if you ever need anything or wish to voice your concerns, I invite you to do so.” She nodded with an even brighter smile to indicate that she was done.

Jungwoo raised his hand.

“Ne?”

“Are you fluent in Korean?”

“Not yet.”

“English?” Mark asked.

She nodded. “It’s my native language.”

“Nihongo?” Yuta questioned.

“Hai.”

Within an instant, his face brightened ten times more from the dull, exhausted, bored look he’d been presenting previously. She smiled at him. Before joining SM, Aurora researched each of the members she would be working with, secretly putting together notes and files filled with everything that she would need to know about them before arriving— Not just to impress, but so that she could fit in easier and have them warm up to her faster. When she saw in Yuta's notes that he was from Japan and had struggled to learn Korean when he first moved to Seoul as a teenager, Aurora knew that speaking Japanese with him would help because it would win her kudo points with him that wouldn’t be transferable to any of the other members except Shotaro, but who knew when she would get around to meeting him, and if he’d be interested in hanging out with her when he was already trying to fit in on his own. Seeing Yuta react so visibly, though, was a relief. Aurora had faith that speaking Japanese with him would land well, but there was always that small bit of anxiety lingering in the back of her mind that maybe he would despise her for it… She didn’t know why she imagined it going that way, but… She was relieved that he was just as excited as she was.

“What’s your birth year?” Haechan asked.

“1996.”

That made her younger than Taeyong and Johnny, so they didn’t have to show her the same degree of respect that the others had to.

When it was clear there were no remaining questions, Taeyong stepped forward and told them that they needed to warm up while he brought them up individually to introduce themselves to Aurora. Immediately, they went to work. They huddled up in a corner to do stretches together, but Taeyong came towards Aurora with Haechan.

He bowed to Aurora while stating his name and that he was a vocalist and the maknae of 127.

“What’s your favorite food?”

He stared at her blankly. “I, uh… Kimchi jjigae.”

“Same. We should get some together sometime, my treat.”

He looked warily at Taeyong. It was obvious that he was used to droning the same work information time and again that he wasn’t prepared for Aurora to take an interest in him personally and wanting to invite him out.

“Ne,” he told her.

Taeyong smiled supportively before sending his maknae back to collect the third youngest, Jungwoo.

“Anyounghaseyo. I’m Jungwoo. I’m a vocalist. I do the fanservice and aegyo.”

“Do you… enjoy that?

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you write up some of your jokes when you’re bored?”

He looked like he had just been caught with his pants down around his ankles, that was how shy and red he got when he nodded vaguely. “Ne…”

“You should show me one of these days.”

Suddenly, he perked up again— Like a dog whose ears go tall and they start wagging their tail excitedly as they bark like he did when he said confidently, “Ne!”

“You like to dance, too, right?”

“Ne.”

“Show me today.”

And that set him off like a dog too, immediately jumping to go back to the choreographer so that he could push along the process of starting practice even while the rest of the boys still had to introduce themselves to her.

“This is our second youngest,” Taeyong explained in broken English, bringing another member over with him.

Honestly, if Aurora had to guess without any prior information, she would have taken one look at Mark and guessed that because of his height and baby face that he was the youngest and not Haechan. Despite his height and the assumption that he was young, Mark was by far one of the most impressive members of the entire group since he was also the leader of NCT Dream, so both he and Haechan had to juggle two sets of group schedules along with their own personal schedules, which Aurora imagined was a complete nightmare to do. Yet Mark didn’t seem fazed at all. He didn’t look any more tired than the other boys in the room, he looked ready for practice, eager to meet Aurora, and almost relieved that there was yet another English speaker with them.

“The Canadian,” Aurora said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

That threw him for a loop a little bit because Mark looked like he had anticipated Aurora speaking to him in their native language but she chose to stick with Korean. He went along with it, “Nice to meet you too.”

He then formally introduced himself with his long list of credentials that Aurora found to be so impressive before she even touched down in Seoul. He was the culprit for busiest Google Calendar which was sure to give Aurora a panic attack at some point later down the line— Which he himself knew and actually apologized for in their initial meeting, making Aurora laugh and reassure him that it would be alright.

“Is it okay if we talk in English sometimes?” he asked shyly. “It’s nice to give my brain a break once in a while— But we don’t have to—”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

He relaxed with relief washing over his body. “Thank you.”

“We’ll have to go over that schedule of yours soon so that we’re on the same page, we’ll talk in English then.”

He bowed at the hips slightly. “Thank you.” And then he looked at his leader, “Hyung…”

Taeyong nodded, approving Mark's request to return to practice. With one last quiet, “Thank you,” and another, “Nice to meet you,” Mark hurried off with a smile on his face, prompting the rest of the boys to give him a hard time. Aurora grinned. Their unconditional brotherly love for each other was entirely contagious to the point Aurora had to pry her gaze away so that she wouldn’t laugh anymore and appear unprofessional on her first day.

“Jae!” Taeyong called out.

A man wearing glasses and an oversized hoodie who was lounging on the couches heard his name being called out and moved. Well, he certainly made an impression on her by sneezing so loudly and suddenly when it was his turn to go meet her. One second he was pushing himself up to his feet while smiling welcomingly in her direction, the next he was apologizing and turning to the side to let out an earth shattering sneeze that took Aurora by surprise, but none of the others flinched a bit. Must’ve been a common occurrence for him.

“Mianhaeyo,” he apologized shyly, faltering a few steps closer towards her before holding his ground and bowing. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun. I’m a vocalist.”

“And a rapper.”

Jaehyun blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I wouldn’t say that…”

“I would. You do a good job, don’t doubt your talent, I have a pet peeve for that kind of thing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” she then complimented him with a smile to boost his energy up a bit.

“Same here.”

Since they’d already bowed to each other plenty, Jaehyun reached out for a polite Korean-style handshake which shocked Aurora with how strong and sturdy he really was, like all those muscles of his weren’t actually just for show like some people thought.

“I’ll send over Doyoung,” Jaehyun said to both Aurora and Taeyong before he turned to grab another member’s attention.

Though he was loud with the members, the second Doyoung approached Aurora, he suddenly had nothing to say to her. It wasn’t out of disrespect or anything like that— He didn’t give that kind of vibe— Aurora guessed that he was shy around new people, and that maybe he wasn’t sure what to say to Aurora, so she decided to keep it brief in order to let him warm up to her over time.

Yuta and Aurora clicked almost immediately because she impressed him with her ability to speak to him fluently in Japanese— She was sure that it came as both a surprise and a relief, which was why he clung so quickly. However, things didn’t fall into place with anyone as easily… But that was okay! It was her job to be there, so she wasn’t meant to be besties with them, even though she had hoped in an ideal world that they would have been so that going to work wouldn’t be an awkward endeavor. She figured she’d stick to Yuta's side for a bit. With him, she could get comfortable around the boys who weren’t as easy to get along with, like Johnny.

Still wearing that thin white tank top and loose green sweatpants, he approached her casually and shook her hand like an American would, no bowing necessary, and in English, he introduced himself briefly, “Johnny Suh. Pleasure.”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied in Korean.

She didn’t wish to start off on the wrong foot, giving him any indication that it was okay to treat her differently than the other boys would. They were in Korea, she knew Korean, he was fluent, everyone else spoke in Korean. They would speak to each other in Korean. Though he was older, she had positional seniority over him, so he had to go with her flow.

Johnny smiled at her. “Welcome to our humble company.”

He was the jokester of the group, there was no doubt about it. If Aurora had to describe his humor, she would have referenced boomers who had an old wit about them and thought the smallest details were fun to point out, though they weren’t— And while it was endearing, Aurora didn’t quite understand it. Some of his jokes made her laugh, but most of them had her confused. She could have blamed it on translation errors if it weren’t for the fact that he was American, too, and many of his jokes had an English punchline in order to include Aurora as much as possible. She sighed a lot in response to his dad jokes. She could tell that he was trying to impress her, but her soul would die just a little bit here and there, which would only make the other boys laugh more in reaction. 

“What’s your position?” Aurora asked him.

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“No, ma’am.”

Aurora looked at Taeyong who nodded as well, reaffirming Johnny's answer. Huh. Interesting. All the others had introduced themselves with a role within the group, but not Johnny.

“How come?”

“I joined 127 later than the others… All the others were taken… I’m the spare, I suppose.”

Aurora rolled her eyes again. How could he make fun of himself like that? She knew from her research that he had debuted later, despite his long run as a rookie at the company since he was a kid, so he earned his spot in the group more than anyone, if she had to argue on his behalf. Maybe it hurt less to make fun of himself. Maybe, like Jungwoo, Johnny hid behind his humor so that people wouldn’t pry or know that he was upset or uncomfortable.

“But you’re the oldest in NCT.”

“Ah, yes, the grandpa.”

“Well, if you had to pick a role, what would it be? Rapper?”

“Sure.”

“Dancer?”

“Why not?”

Aurora crossed her arms and squinted at him. “Token foreigner?”

“Fuck it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, you win.” She sent him off just as quickly as he had approached her.

“Pleasure, like I said.” He lazily saluted to her with two fingers and a grin before walking off.

Taeyong was the last to introduce himself. Though he was the second oldest, he was the leader of NCT, so he waited patiently for his juniors to politely interact with Aurora before he finally had his chance. Aurora was surprised by how put together he seemed. There was no sneezing, no blushing or awkward bowing, and he didn’t give her any lip like his hyung. Taeyong was an incredibly well mannered man who bowed so deeply at the hip that anyone could have been tricked into thinking that Aurora was a far more important and respectable person than she actually was; and when he introduced himself, he chanted it like he was a squad leader in the military, listing off his name, his credentials, and how grateful he was for having a new manager. Most importantly, he hoped that they could be good friends.

Aurora understood that as leader, Taeyong was the mouthpiece for his members. If there were anything they felt they couldn’t say directly to her, then it would come from Taeyong. That meant that they needed to work together well. It wouldn’t be efficient if they didn’t have an open line of communication and were on bad terms. Both of them knew that. So though their introductions felt kind of forced because of that, Aurora recognized that from what she knew about Taeyong through her research that they would get along just fine because of their dedicated work ethics and love for the industry.

“Do you mind if I watch some of your practice today?” she finally asked him with a hopeful smile.

Taeyong stopped breathing for a moment. “You want to… watch? Why?”

“I’d like to see how you guys interact with each other and perform when there are no cameras so that I can get to know you better before we really get to work. I promise I’ll be quiet, you won’t even know I’m here.”

He checked with the head choreographer who was eavesdropping because he was impatiently waiting to begin his practice. Once Taeyong received a confident nod, he looked back at Aurora. “You might get bored, but we don’t mind.”

She chuckled. “Thank you.”

Finally, the choreographer got to call for the boys’ attention so that they filed into a huddle around him in order to look at the iPad he was holding to review their formation for the next part of the choreography. Aurora took a seat on the couch that was now abandoned since the boys were getting to work. She tried to make herself small by crossing her legs and keeping her hands on her lap, and she tried not to be a disturbance at all so she stayed completely silent— Not even a cough or a hiccup.

The boys fanned out to get in position, then they followed the choreographer’s lead as he showed them the second chorus of the song in one go before turning to them and starting the music over for them to give it a shot. Aurora was shocked by how quickly they picked it up. They moved lazily, but the idea of the choreography was there, and they all practiced in their own ways to make sure that they got the timing right before they perfected the technique the next time the music started over. She knew that she wouldn’t have been able to pick up an entire chorus worth of dancing in just one go, but that was why they were the professionals and she was just there to gawk at them in wonder.

Some were better than others. Johnny was one of the best, even though he was always put in the back because of his height and lack of lines in the song. Taeyong was very specific about everyone else. If he noticed that they were out of sync or their technique wasn’t perfect, he sniped it every time and called it out to make sure they made the proper adjustments until he was content and they could move on. Mark was still as impressive as Aurora assumed he would be— He was positioned all over the place, he had a long segment of bars so he was stationed at the front of the formation for a fair bit of the choreography, and he was absolutely perfect from the get-go.

For about an hour, the boys worked on just the one chorus while Aurora watched. Even though there were still a few more hours left of rehearsals for the boys, Aurora realized that she needed to get back to her work so that it didn’t look like she wasn’t doing anything. Quietly, she decided to make her leave. She collected her things, pushed herself to her feet, then began walking towards the exit. However, just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by a tall figure running over to her and standing between her and the door, his hand on the door handle like he was going to open it for her.

“Hey, so if you ever need any help with translations or something, I’m pretty good at that stuff.”

Aurora stared up at Johnny, expressionless.

“Since you’re still learning Korean and all…”

Still, she wasn’t fazed.

“Just, uh, let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand from these idiots and I’ll translate for you.” He chuckled nervously.

“I can handle it. But thanks, all-rounder.”

Johnny grinned like he was imagining fighting back against her snarkiness that was brought on by his unwillingness to supply her with an actual group position due to feeling inferior to his colleagues. Instead, Johnny just nodded respectfully instead of fully bowing. Aurora took that as a sufficient reply, then left.

Immediately after practice, Aurora got to work. She didn’t believe in delaying her list of to-dos any longer than necessary, so in the days following meeting the 127 boys, she was holed up in her office, trying to learn the ways of working at SM while trying her best to blend in. Obviously she stood out amongst the others. It was hard not to notice the new employee in the first place, but the fact that she was a pale, blonde, plus size foreigner made it impossible for her to try to be like everyone else. She had to accept that she was different and that it was okay to not immediately click with her coworkers. However, her hard work seemed to pay off because everyone in the cafeteria only complimented her work ethic instead of judging her in Korean— Which benefited the other staff members, too, because they slowly learned that Aurora knew Korean and suddenly any and all gossip about her halted in the hallways, cafeteria, and meeting rooms whenever she was around.

After about a week, when things became normal, Aurora attended every single one of the NCT 127 dance practices, despite her own work she had or should have been doing at her desk— Which she figured most of the boys didn’t understand at first since every other manager at all other companies didn’t operate the way she did. None of them cared about boring dance practices. They didn’t care about the repetitive process of recording the music. Managers cared about focusing specifically on the scheduling and wrangling of their members, which Aurora understood, but it was important to her to be as involved as possible because of how fascinating it was, but also because as they warmed up to her, they allowed her to have a say in some of their practices. Taeyong liked that. Aurora was the only one who was as strict as he was, yet she still respected the choreographers themselves, so she obviously never interfered whenever they were teaching or when the choreographers were there to oversee. On the days she was allowed to speak, however, she would sit on the floor, playing the music for them, pausing it when there was a note when she or Taeyong wanted to give, and she called for water and rest breaks.

Whenever Aurora had meetings, Taeyong would come along with her, even though he technically wasn’t supposed to. At some point it became common at the company that he and Aurora were breaking the norm for what was expected of them. The execs stopped questioning it, the choreographers welcomed Aurora into every practice, Taeyong was given the chance to speak on behalf of the NCT members in meetings, and so on. They were like the mom and dad of the group. They kept everything oiled and running. Because of that, the two of them were attached at the hip most of the time, so he and Yuta were the only ones Aurora felt she could go to about everything— To the extent that Taeyong eventually started calling her “noona” out of habit even though he didn’t have to, or really shouldn’t have because of their ages.

It was because of Taeyong and Yuta that the others felt comfortable enough to cling to Aurora as quickly as they did. She noticed that it happened in a very specific order— One which told her everything she needed to know about each of their personalities. First it was Doyoung, someone who appreciated Taeyong's advice and input, so once he knew that Taeyong trusted Aurora wholeheartedly, Doyoung also began going to Aurora for help. She was a good ear to him. If he was ever frustrated, or overwhelmed with a million swirling thoughts in his head, then Aurora would hear him out and find the right thing to say in return.

Haechan was after Doyoung. She chalked it up to the fact that they went out to dinner together semi-frequently, specifically out to get kimchi jjigae, as promised. Haechan knew a good spot where he enjoyed getting stew, so Aurora followed him there while making it very clear that as his superior she would be paying the bill in order to treat him, so he didn’t have to be the gentleman and try to steal the bill away. Haechan, the little gremlin he was, accepted with a gleeful smile and a pep in his step. Outside of that, however, Aurora could tell that Haechan was a bit nervous to be out and about with her— Which she could understand because he was an idol and she was a woman, so there would always be people out there who could get the wrong idea and spin terrible lies until they would take on a life of their own and start negatively impacting both Aurora and Haechan. She tried to not think about it. She kept her distance from him, she tried not to look at him too long or smile too much, and she definitely didn’t do anything flirty.

“Don’t worry,” she told him as they sat down at a table in the restaurant and she caught him nervously looking left and right, “I’ve got this down to a science.”

He smiled gently at that.

Aurora looked around to see if there would be any problems. Standing at the register in the back corner was an old man whose hair was nearly gone, his wrinkles had taken over his face, and his back was perpetually hunched forward to show that he had spent his life behind that very same register. Behind him, sitting down in a chair, scrolling through her phone by looking at the screen under her glasses and down the bridge of her nose with her mouth stretched open in concentration, was likely the ahjussi’s wife— Aurora only assumed because of their matching wedding rings and the fact that the ajumma was wearing an apron. As for patrons, there weren’t any concerns. Sitting in the back corner opposite the register was an old couple who weren’t saying a word as they slurped down their kimchi jjigae.

“Jogiyo!” Haechan shouted, still in an indoor voice, waving his hand around for the waiter’s attention.

The old man looked up from the register while grabbing his order pad before noticing that it was Haechan who called out for him, and when his eyes settled on Aurora again, he beckoned his wife over alongside him. Aurora watched from the sidelines as Haechan welcomes them like old friends. It was clear from the get-go that they knew each other well because of how comfortably they were talking about everything except what the order. Eventually, their attention diverted to Aurora. With big smiles, they inspected her from head to toe, trying to figure out if she knew Korean or if they wanted to stretch out their English skills by using her as a guinea pig.

“Is this your girlfriend?” They both asked, looking at Aurora.

Haechan chuckled. “Aniyo—”

Aurora politely introduced herself in Korean to them, bowing her head, telling them her name, and explaining that she was his new boss and as such was treating him to dinner.

Their smiles widened. “Ah, well…” They seemed genuinely surprised by Aurora’s Korean skills. “We hope you enjoy our food. And hopefully Haechan-ah doesn’t give you too much trouble at work.”

Haechan blushed.

The wife took that as her cue to scurry to the kitchen behind a cloth “doorway” while the husband continued to chat with Haechan for another minute or so before he went to ring in their order officially on their thirty year old manual cash register.

“They were the first non-celebrities I met who treated me like a normal person after I debuted. For about two years, they had no clue who I was, so they would always ask about school, girls, my family…” Haechan chuckled before bringing his water glass up to his lips. “Now that they know, they still pester me about all of that and work. They think that I should have a girlfriend regardless of being an idol.”

Aurora poured some water for herself. “And what is school, girls, and family life like for you?”

“Non-existent.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, I moved away from home before I could finish school properly, so even though I graduated high school, I’ve never really considered a higher education than that because I’m so busy with work. Girls…” He shrugged and moved on, “I don’t get to see my family often… because of work… I haven’t been home in years, they usually come to me. My sister works hard but says she’s going to quit in order to take care of her son soon because he’s a handful. One of my brothers makes close to what I make, financially speaking, so he wants practically nothing to do with me, while the other one makes next to nothing so he leeches off of me.” He sarcastically grinned and let out an exacerbated laugh. “Life of an idol.”

“Sounds like you’ve been over it for a while.”

“Work? No—”

“No, I mean the side effects of work.”

“Oh, that? Yeah… Not much I can do about it, though.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Haechan smiled at her gratefully.

When the food arrived, the ahjussi placed Aurora’s bowl in front of her first out of respect, then handed Haechan his more casually. Aurora thanked him with a bright smile. He seemed charmed by her, for being a foreigner who seemed to understand the culture and fit in so well. He looked endeared.

After Haechan said a quiet prayer, the two of them dug into their meals. All it took was one bite to make Aurora melt into her seat. She swallowed and immediately sat up, spinning around to look at the ahjussi and the ajumma who were huddling around the cash register to spy on Aurora, eagerly awaiting her reaction. They were definitely entertained when she called out to them, “This is the best kimchi jjigae I’ve ever had. It’s delicious, thank you!” before digging in for more. Haechan laughed out of embarrassment. Americans could be loud, Aurora was no stranger to that, but she had to show her appreciation for her new favorite restaurant in town, all thanks to the youngest member sitting across from her.

The meal helped to break down Haechan's personal defenses that protected his life and deep thoughts. Having a delicious, warm, spicy kimchi jjigae on a hot day was all he needed to finally start spilling all of his thoughts and feelings to her without any worries about saying too much or being too personal with his boss. And Aurora didn’t dare to slow him down. The thing she was most desperate for at her new job was trust amongst each other, and if Haechan could truly trust her with all of his struggles and achievements, then she was making the progress she was actively striving for; and who was she to tell him to shut up, anyhow? Of course she would never pry— That would be an incredible invasion of his privacy. But in return for his honesty, Aurora opened up about her life too, telling him everything about herself that she had already told Yuta and Taeyong when they were going out for dinners as well.

“Do you see yourself working here forever?” he finally asked her after his last bite.

Aurora shrugged. “I go where the wind takes me… Right now, I don’t see myself going anywhere else.”

Haechan smiled happily before pulling out his wallet to go pay at the register where the ahjussi and ajumma were still eavesdropping, though they were playing naive when they were caught.

Soon after Haechan and Aurora’s dinner dates, the rest of the pieces fell into place. Jungwoo, Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun all took to her— In that order— each of them having their own unique way to connect with her over time. It was a relief. She’d tried so hard to get on their good side, and it was finally paying off.

The first concert of the season approached faster than Aurora expected. One second she was still getting adjusted to working at SM, the next she was being thrown to the wolves by having to manage an entire boy group’s concert on her own. Well, not on her own. Of course she had Yuta and Taeyong by her side, and there were a million assistants and department heads who were there to help, but Aurora still felt alone in the endeavor since it was her first concert with them. It was her first test too. Not only were the execs keeping a close eye on her during her “transition period,” but the boys were also watching to see how she would do. Would she prepare well, perform well under pressure, adjust accordingly when things would inevitably go awry and she would have to problem solve on the spot? Aurora trusted herself to do all of that but she was a stranger to them, they weren’t sure how much they could trust. She knew that she couldn’t fumble. She couldn’t have a single hiccup. Because if she fucked up one thing, then all of the effort she had put into earning everyone’s trust and respect would crumble to pieces within a blink of an eye after trying for so long to build it up from the ground.

All of the pressure on her shoulders seemed overwhelming the morning of the concert. Before then, Aurora had maintained her cool— Never wavering in the face of difficulties. But that morning sucked. She woke up in a bad mood, nothing seemed to be going her way, and she worried that all of that bad luck was going to carry over into the concert which was a terrifying thought. So she did the first thing she thought of as a solution. She called Taeyong. For the first ten minutes of the call, Taeyong let her just rant into his ear without a single bit of input from him, and it felt relieving to get everything off her chest; but even better than that was the feeling of hearing him reassure her that it would be okay. She was going to be okay. Everything was going to turn out alright. He was right, of course. Obviously he was right. Aurora knew it even before she dialed his number, but hearing it from him, someone who had just as much of a right to not trust her and instead judge her, made all the difference in the world. He lit the fire under her ass that she needed to immediately get to work.

Aurora was at the concert venu first thing in the morning to oversee things as they were being set up. Honestly speaking, however, she was there before most people were… There wasn’t much to “oversee” until crew members showed up to start building the stage, setting up the floor chairs, working on the lights, stuff like that. So Aurora spent her time greeting people as they trickled in slowly while she multitasked setting up the boys’ green room to be perfect for them and all of the staff members whenever they would arrive. The stylists needed their own space in one corner to get the boys dressed, the makeup and hair teams needed the entire wall lined with mirrors and make up tables to pretty the boys up, and the boys needed chairs to lounge in while they would wait for call time.

The boys weren’t scheduled until later in the morning to early afternoon, so it was mainly just Aurora keeping herself busy with tasks that came up randomly while dealing with the shocked looks of staff members who didn’t expect to see her there so early. But the looks on the boys’ faces when they did start to appear was priceless. Mark and Jungwoo arrived together, and they nearly fell over when they saw Aurora rushing around the halls of the stadium with a stylist in search of a necklace that fell somewhere between the car that brought the outfits and accessories and the green room where they were setting up. Johnny came on his own, and when he saw Aurora helping the stylists organize the wardrobes, he raised a brow at her and made a sly comment about how she didn’t need to do that since it wasn’t her job.

“I’d rather help than sit around and do nothing,” she replied.

Johnny glanced around the greenroom to note that she was judging some of the stylists and staff members who weren’t lifting a finger, and the boys who were just sitting and talking. Johnny smiled before also going to take his seat between Doyoung and Jaehyun who arrived moments earlier.

Like the perfect friend he was, Yuta showed up with an extra coffee with Aurora’s name on it— Figuratively, not literally. She sighed and pouted with relief as he passed her the cup with a laugh.

“You’re the best,” she told him.

“I know.”

They sipped out of their straws simultaneously, then Aurora scurried off to do some more work that came to mind. She forgot to thank him. She only realized it when she was too far to turn back, so she made a mental note in the long list of to-dos for the day to thank him properly later and hope that he didn’t think she was a complete asshole in the meantime.

“Noona, I brought something for you,” Haechan announced after finally tracking her down.

Aurora looked up to find him carrying an extra coffee for her. When he saw that she was already matching cups with Yuta, he slumped with defeat, not knowing what to do with the coffee he was so proud of himself for bringing in the hopes of being her savior.

She laughed. “Put it in the fridge in the green room with my name on it. I’ll have it later. Thank you, Haechan.”

Another ten minutes later, Aurora was being disrupted again by someone else trying to get her attention while she was in the middle of talking to Mark's assistant about his schedule the following day and how they would be able to get him home early so that he could rest before having to wake up early the following day. She tried to keep talking through whoever was interrupting, but they kept trying to get her attention until she finally snapped.

“Yes?”

Taeyong stared at her, shocked.

“Sorry,” she apologized quietly, brushing her hair behind her ears and taking a deep breath. “What’s up?”

He held up a cup of iced Americano for her, but he didn’t hand it over since she was already holding one and he looked concerned for her. She was about to tell him to label it and put it in the fridge like Haechan had, but Taeyong beat her to it with a sincere topic change. “Noona, how long have you been here?” he asked her worriedly.

She didn’t stop moving when she replied, “Don’t know. What time is it?”

“It’s only eleven.”

Aurora shrugged; That wasn’t as late as she thought it was, there was still plenty of time to get everything done. “Uh, I got here around five, so… Six hours?”

“Why?”

“Someone has to make sure everything’s ready to go for you boys.”

“That’s why concert directors exist.”

“I got here two hours before she did, so, I’ve just been keeping myself busy, is that a crime, or—”

Taeyong reached for the coffee in her hand and stole it from her. They stared at each other. He just took her lifeline. What the fuck was he thinking?! She needed that to survive the rest of the day!

“Noona.” He held the cup out of reach when she lunged for it. “You need to sleep.”

“After the show.”

When she lunged for it again, Taeyong rolled his eyes. “We won’t get out of here until midnight, if we’re lucky. Please sleep before you pass out in front of everyone.”

“I won’t pass out, Tae.” She finally got a hand on the cup so they began playing tug-of-war with it. “That’s why I have the coffee, to keep me upright.” She won. Her victory lap consisted of taking big gulps of the coffee to finish it before he could steal it again. “See?”

Taeyong sighed to himself, “Americans.”

As he started walking off to find the boys, Aurora called out to him, “I’m telling Johnny you said that!” But Taeyong didn’t seem bothered, so Aurora huffed and took a moment to silently inspect her surroundings. What had she been doing before she was interrupted? What was next on her list? “Shit.”

Stage check began around noon, which meant Aurora had to drop everything else she was doing so that she could corral the boys out of their comfortable green room where they were all spread out on the couches doing various things like napping or playing games on their phones, and she had to guide them up to the stage where the choreographer and concert director were already quietly meeting to review some last minute details.

“Look who showed up,” the choreographer teased.

The boys laughed lightheartedly. In a team effort, the choreographer and the concert director began moving the boys around to show them their stage marks for the first few minutes of the show, meanwhile Aurora dragged Haechan who was a straggler in the back up to his assigned spot as well. Once she was sure that they were all there and ready to work— Though they were lazily standing there in what was basically pajamas— she knew that she was done.

Aurora finally took a brief moment to breathe while the boys were on stage and she sat in one of the front row chairs in the audience seats to watch them. Before she even realized that her first coffee was done, an assistant approached her with the coffee Haechan left for her in the fridge. Unprompted. Aurora looked up at her, confused, but the assistant was smiling and insisted that Aurora take the cup by silently switching them. The assistant wasn’t hers, so why did she go out of her way to get Aurora some more coffee?

“Fighting!” she whispered to Aurora with her fists lifted at eye level to show her encouragement.

Still a bit confused, Aurora mimicked her for an awkward moment before settling. “What’s your name?”

“Hayoon.”

“Thank you, Hayoon.”

“It’s no problem,” she reassured Aurora. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

During the entirety of stage check, Aurora and Hayoon sat together, exchanging socials, talking about the boys— Since Hayoon worked with them far longer, she had all of the gossip and the inside scoops to help Aurora out. At one point, when Aurora finished her second cup of coffee, Hayoon said that she would recycle the cup for Aurora, and when she returned to their seats in the front row, Hayoon brought the coffee gifted by Taeyong. Aurora chugged that. Her heart and mind were racing, her stomach felt like it was about to crawl out of her body like she was in Alien or something, and her whole body was shivering with the jitters of caffeine. She was wired.

By the time the boys were finally done with rehearsal, Aurora was ready to run a marathon with the amount of pent up energy she had. Yuta took notice first while they walked together back to the green room.

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asked, side eyeing her.

“No, why?”

“Have you had anything to drink except for coffee?”

“No.”

Yuta sighed, disappointed. When they entered the green room to start getting ready for the concert, Yuta walked to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a small box of grapes that the boys requested to snack on in order to keep up their energy throughout the four hour long show.

“Sit,” he told her.

“I don’t have time—”

“Yes, you do, sit.” Yuta pushed on her shoulders to plop her down on one of the couches before handing her the water and grapes. “A five minute break won’t kill you, but all that caffeine might.”

“Aren’t you guys to blame since you brought all the coffee in the first place?”

“And whose decision was it to chug all three cups?”

“Touché.”

Aurora sat and ate the grapes while Yuta watched her closely to babysit her, despite the fact that the designers were trying to encourage him to put on the first outfit of the night, and the makeup artists were telling him that they needed to start his makeup soon or they would fall behind schedule. It was only after Aurora gave him a stern look and threatened to stop snacking that Yuta gave in. Everyone else was already getting ready, so she didn’t have to do much aside from wait for something to happen so that she could “manage” or “assist.”

Since they were dressed and pretty much ready to go, Mark pulled Haechan and Doyoung to the side where they huddled up tightly and bowed their heads before quietly praying. Aurora tried not to stare in order to give them some privacy. Instead, she attempted to keep herself busy by moving all of the boys’ phones and personal belongings off of the makeup desks and into each of their personal bags so that nothing would get lost or stolen, but also because she wanted everything to be neat.

“Is she ever going to rest?” Jungwoo whispered to Johnny.

Aurora glanced in the mirror of the makeup desk she was standing at to watch for Johnny's reaction, but all he did was shrug before looking over at her, the two of them making eye contact through the mirror. Panicked, Aurora realized she should have looked away, but instead she froze and continued to look at him the same way he continued to look at her, even while he told Jungwoo, “I’m not sure she needs it… Not yet, at least.” That was when Aurora finally looked back down.

“Alright, let’s move!” the stage manager called out.

The boys quickly finished adjusting their microphone packs on their pants before filing out of the room to follow Aurora and the stage manager through the halls and to backstage where they silently got into position. Aurora watched from the side as they all pushed their in-ear monitors to settle comfortably right as the lights in the venue went dark, prompting the audience to cheer loudly with anticipation of seeing the boys come out briefly. With one last deep breath, Aurora calmed herself down. They did good. Taeyong looked over in her direction with a smile and a thumbs up just before the stage doors opened and the boys stepped forward into the spotlights.

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Lots of love if you write this, and lots of love if you don’t!

Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?

Note: this is a cute idea! I might write a different version of this one later <3 not sure how I feel about it. This ended up a lot more angst and has a lot more of an argument than I originally intended tbh

Another note: I usually write in past tense but this one has both past and present tense. It’s lightly proofread but I apologize if I missed any errors in past vs present tense!

Summary: Every since he first saw you he’s seemingly had it out for you. All that frustration comes to a head when you have to go rescue him from the side of the road.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Daryl bring a Dickson, profanity, TWD typical non graphic violence, guns

        Daryl stepped into the RV for a gun, shaking his head with annoyance at the sight of your failure. Well, multiple failures. See, you started with a standard Glock, but the recoil spring in that one was too hard to set in place. Then, you switched to the Beretta, where you found your current firing pin spring issue. 

        Daryl stared down at all the bits and pieces sprawled on the table in front of you. 

        “Y’gon’ take every damn gun apart ‘til we ain’t got none when we need ‘em?” He complained. You glared. 

        “Well, excuse me if taking apart guns to clean them wasn’t my hobby of choice before shit hit the fan.” You shot back. 

        That day was the beginning of a long standing feud between the two of you. A feud that was frankly one sided. You never had a problem with the smelly hunter. In fact, you often made meager attempts at impressing him or even going as far as to be friendly. Unfortunately, you were always met with rude snark and bitterness. 

        One time, at the CDC, you had a little too much wine with dinner. You were stumbling through the hall, attempting to find the room you had previously claimed, when you had the misfortune of walking right into Daryl. 

        “Oh! I’m sorry.” You giggled. 

        “Damn it.” He grumbled with an annoyed sigh. “Can’t ya watch where the hell you’re goin’?”

        “I’m sorry, really—“ You tried to apologize again but he had no intentions of hearing it.

        “Don’t drink if ya can’t handle yourself.” He snapped. “Got the dead roamin’ the damn earth and you get shit-faced the first damn chance ya get!”

        In your drunken, emotional state, you sniffled and cried quietly to yourself that night. Why was he always so damn mean? You missed your friends and family so much, and you couldn’t even bare to think about your cat.

        When Sophia got lost everything was worse. You’d offer to help with the search and you’d always hear the same response; “I already got one little kid to look for. I don’t need two.” 

        You also tried to console him when Sophia’s body came staggering out of that barn. 

        “You’re a great tracker, Daryl. We were all just too late.” You’d say. 

        “Ain’t no we! You didn’t do shit but stay back and twiddle your fuckin’ thumbs! Get on somewhere. I don’t need your caudlin’.”

        When the farm fell, he’d always snap at you for lagging behind the group when you were on the move. You couldn’t help it. You were so tired and hungry.  

        “Keep up, damn it. Can’t afford to keep slowin’ down!” 

        When you were all clearing the prison, he wouldn’t even let you shoot. 

        “Jus’ stay back and hit the fence. Distract ‘em. You can’t shoot for shit.” 

        Since then, you reasoned to just avoid him. You’d never met anyone who could make you feel so bad about yourself. You decided to stop asking yourself why he hated you. You weren’t going to try and change it anymore. You were just going to exist the best you could, as far away from him as the prison yard would allow. 

          Which brings us to now. Inventory is your main task at the prison. Some people make it hard. Carl never checks out his weapons, nor does Daryl. But with Carl losing his mom and Daryl being such an ass, you never say anything. You just make notes on the weapons they’re most likely to take without telling you. 

        Beth sometimes grabs formula without letting you know, but taking care of a baby is hard work for a teenage girl to be doing full time. You have no intentions of nagging her. So, as usual, you just check your inventory every day and report to Rick or Hershel, usually the latter. 

        When your inventory is done for the afternoon, you decide to find Carol and help her with laundry. Maggie is on the tower today with Glenn, so she’s all by herself out there scrubbing everyone’s smelly clothes. 

        “Hey. Need some help?” You ask her, pressing your lips into a thin smile. She returns the same expression and nods. 

        “Please? For such a small group we sure go through a lot of clothes.”

        “No problem.” You say as you get down on your knees and begin scrubbing and ringing out a pair of jeans. “Jeez. These really stink.” You mumble. Carol giggles. 

        “Daryl.” She sighs. 

        “Does he ever shower?” 

        “I mean.. never would be a strong word. Rarely, though, that might be the accurate description.” She jokes. You chuckle.

        “Hey, (Y/N)?” Rick asks as he approaches you. You look up from Daryl’s stained jeans. “Could you take a car out to the main road? Daryl’s broken down out there. He can’t carry all those supplies back.” 

        “Me?” You raise your eyebrows, tossing a quick glance to Carol. If anyone is accustomed to your strained relationship with the archer, it’s her. Daryl would often complain about you to her, and she’d just as often give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder when she’d notice his harsh treatment. 

        “Well, yeah, if ya don’t mind.” Rick nods. He is a little more oblivious to how rude Daryl can be toward you, but he isn’t  blind to the visible tension the two of you share. He just assumes it was never that serious. 

        “Um.. Sure.” You shrug. A pit in your stomach is already festering, growing bigger as it feeds on your anxiety. You had been very successful at avoiding Daryl since you’d been at the prison. The only solace you find is in the fact that you had grown more confident since you guys found this place. Being in charge of inventory gave you a much needed sense of control. From there, you realized just how much you really did have control over, and soon enough the scared girl you once were had become a productive young woman. Now, you have to put that confidence to the test, facing the man who kind of stole what little faith in yourself you had to begin with. You vow to yourself that today will be the day you stand your ground to Daryl Dixon.

        You brush off your jeans and accept the keys from Rick before making your way to the vehicle parked near the gates. When you start the engine, Carl drags open one gate, then the other, and you head out. You notice Daryl right away when you make it to the main road. He’s smoking a cigarette, leaned up against the red truck he had taken into town. 

         You can’t help but wonder why he was on a run by himself to begin with. It isn’t like Rick to send anyone off on their own. Then again, knowing Daryl, it’s not that hard to figure out why he might be a solo kind of guy. 

        You pull the car up beside the truck. He glances up at the vehicle but immediately looks back down at the ground when he realizes it’s you. He makes sure to seem indifferent. 

        Instead of letting his lack of a greeting (or gratitude) phase you, you just step out of the driver’s seat and pop the trunk open before approaching the bed of the truck and beginning to transfer all of his loot into the car. When the trunk fills up, you resort to packing the back seat. 

        By the time Daryl finishes his cigarette, he notices there are a few more items still in the truck. He huffs and impatiently grabs the three items, shoving them in the back seat and slamming the door shut, mumbling something about you taking your sweet time. 

        “What was that?” You speak up before sitting back down in the driver’s seat. 

        “Move over. I’m drivin’.”

        “That’s not what you said, first of all. And no. I drove here just fine, I can drive back.” You roll your eyes. 

        “Quit bein’ difficult damn it! I’m tired. Been workin’ all day out there riskin’ my neck.” He snaps. 

        “I’ve been working too.” You shrug, sitting down and starting the engine. 

        “Scribblin’ on a clipboard ain’t nothin’ like what I do.” He argues, still standing by the driver side, waiting for you to give in and let him drive. You won’t, though. You won’t cave in and bow to him like a puppy with its tail between its legs like you used to. He lost the privilege of your kindness — or maybe cowardice — a while ago. 

        “Actually, I woke up and spent two hours on the fence impaling skulls, then I helped Hershel hoe the ground for spring crops before I scrubbed the common area of the cell block on my hands and knees. Then I did inventory, then I washed your smelly ass jeans. So, no, I don’t just scribble on a clip board.” You correct him. “And, while we’re on that subject, you’re supposed to check out your fucking weapons. Would make the scribbling part a lot easier for me.” 

        He clenches his jaw and his fists at your insubordination. 

        “I don’t know when you grew a smart ass mouth but I ain’t got time for it so quit your bitchin’ and move outta my seat.” He demands. 

        “Or you could stop wasting time and just get in the passenger seat.” You roll your eyes. 

        “God, do you ever stop bein’ such a damn burden?!” He shouts. You run your tongue over your teeth and nod. 

        “Burden?” You repeat. 

         “Yeah. A burden.” He drawls. “As in, makin’ shit harder for everyone around you.” 

        “Hmm.” You hum thoughtfully. “Okay.” 

        With that simple response, you shut off the engine, toss the keys on the ground beside him, and stand up. With your knife in your belt for protection, you start walking toward the woods. You realize that he is absolutely unbearable. You won’t subject yourself to even a five minute car ride with him. 

        “Where the hell are you goin’?!” He calls out after you. You ignore him. “C’mon, (Y/N), get in the damn car!” 

        By this point you’re blending into the trees and he’s losing sight of you. He groans and slams the car door shut, snatching the keys off the asphalt before he marches off after you. He swears when he gets his hands on you, he’s dragging you back by your ankles and cramming you in the trunk with the rest of the shit he looted today.

        “(Y/N)!” He shouts. You sigh. 

        “Fuck off! You wanted to drive so bad, be my guest! Whole car to yourself!” You call back. 

        “Quit bein’ so damn—“

        You whip around, eyes blaring with fury. 

        “So what? Burdensome? Annoying? Stupid?” You cut him off, recalling some of the insults he had bestowed upon you in the past. “I’m so fucking sick of you! All I ever did was try to be nice to you! And all you ever gave me in return was cruelty!”

         You’re shaking now. He’s stopped a few feet away from you, silent as you unleash your pent up frustrations on him. 

        “You know,” you begin, not as loud and shrilled as before. “I didn’t even want to come help you. Because I knew it would be like this. I only came because I was asked to. So you wouldn’t have to try to carry shit back to the prison and go through more trouble. I didn’t talk to you, I didn’t try to be friendly or otherwise vexing. Yet, somehow, that wasn’t good enough. If my presence alone makes you so miserable, then I’ll walk.” 

        With that, you turn around and start storming back toward the prison. 

        “(Y/N)—“ He tries to protest but it just triggers another wave of anger. 

        “What?!” You throw your hands up. “What did I ever do to you?! Just leave me alone!” You shout, turning back to him. “Why do you hate me?!” 

        “I don’t hate you!” He fires back. 

        You scoff and cross your arms. “Sure seems like it.” 

        “Well if ya would just listen to me I wouldn’t get so mad!” 

        “I’m not your fucking dog, Dixon! I shouldn’t have to listen to you for you to treat me like a human being.” 

        “Treat you like what?” He scoffs. “All I ever did was try and look out for ya! Ya can’t do anything right! How the hell am I supposed to keep ya safe if ya can’t follow a simple fuckin’ direction?”

        “Look out for me? How? By making me feel like shit about myself? Reminding me every chance you get how much you just can’t fucking stand me? You don’t treat anyone else like that. Nobody.” Your eyes are watering now. The rage is slowly wearing down into what it really is at its core: hurt. He hurt you time and time again and you always tried to make it right, even when you had done nothing wrong. Shit, (Y/N), get it together. Don’t let him see you like this. 

        “Well why the hell are ya so worried ‘bout what I think?” He asks. 

        “I don’t know!” You snap, turning away from him again. You hug yourself and sniffle. “Just leave me alone.” You beg quietly. “Go drive yourself back. I’d rather walk.” 

        He stands there silently, mouth opening and closing like he has words to say but can’t find them in his sea of thoughts. He doesn’t want to make you cry. He doesn’t even know why you piss him off so much. He does know that seeing you there, hugging yourself as your shoulders rise and fall with silent whimpers makes him feel like shit. He steps toward you slowly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at his touch and he retracts his arm. 

        “I don’t hate ya.” He finally speaks. When you don’t respond he realizes he has to continue. “I just don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

        “Yeah, right.” You mumble. “All you do is hurt me.”

        He swallows a dry lump. Is that true? 

        “I don’t mean to.” He insists. “I just.. Ya don’t belong in this world. You’re nice. Ya ain’t violent, you’re pret—“ He stops. Your ears perk up. Was he about to call you pretty?

         “What I’m tryin’ to say is… Ever since I first saw ya I knew ya had to be looked after — kept safe. Ya ain’t like most people. I’d feel too bad if ya… If ya got hurt.” He admits softly. You turn your head a little, peeking behind you to try and catch a glimpse of him. 

        His hand finds your shoulder again and this time you don’t shrug him away. You sniffle and wipe your eye clean of tears. 

        “So you’re mean to me to protect me?” You summarize. He realizes how stupid that must sound. 

        “I just get frustrated when I see how vulnerable ya are. Can’t clean a gun and put it back together, can’t aim to save your life, can’t—“

        “Couldn’t.” You correct him. “I couldn’t do those things, but I’ve learned how. You just haven’t been around to see it. Or encourage it.” 

        He nods. “‘M sorry.” He mumbles. “Maybe you could, uh, show me sometime.” 

        “Show you what?” You turn back to him. 

        “Dunno.” He shrugs. It’s a lot harder for him to speak freely when you’re actually looking at him. “What ya can do.”

         “Oh.” You nod. “Maybe you could stop being such an asshole.” You suggest. 

        He smirks a little. 

        “I can try.”

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Son coeur est le tien

Alastor x Reader qpr (general headcanons)

a/n: halfway through writing this, i realised that maybe my idea of a qpr might be different than someone else's haha,,, also, this is the very first time I've written for hazbin hotel lol (and should i mention that english isn't my first language? haha)

that being said, i hope y'all enjoy this mess :P

also also if y'all would like me to continue writing Alastor qpr (cuz there's def a shortage on that), feel free to send me prompts :)) i obvi wont write nsfw, but other than that, i think anything is fine (?)

Being in a qpr with the radio demon would include…

Long talks over tea/coffee

There’s never any awkward silence between the two of you. You two could be chatting about the most mundane things, and the conversation would still flow perfectly.

He’d definitely learn exactly how you like your hot beverage.

I personally can’t imagine him being an avid coffee drinker tbh, but I don’t think he’d mind if you are one.

Takes your tea parties very seriously, knows all your favourite pastries, puts on some smooth jazz, brings out the fine china, etc

Loves listening to you talking about your day, your current interests, hobbies, etc. Even if the topic itself isn’t all that interesting to him, he’ll still listen to you.

The both of you love gossiping with each other. Neither of you will admit it to others though.

Petnames

You very rarely hear your given name come out of this man’s mouth.

He never calls you anything that he deems too sickly sweet, usually sticks to dear, sweetheart, or darling.

If he’s having a particularly great day, he might call you love, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Constant praises & words of affirmation

I think words of affirmation is one of his main love languages.

He constantly showers you with praises, telling you how gorgeous you look, how witty your jokes are, etc.

We all know that this man is a charmer, however his compliments to you are more than just empty words… most of the time :p

Do keep in mind that this man is a master manipulator tho, so he isn't above using sweet talk to get what he wants.

Playful banter that keeps you on your toes

He loves a good back and forth, especially if his darling is a particularly witty individual.

The two of you can turn any conversation into a battle of words.

However, if you take it too far, he’s not afraid to put you in your place with a couple of sharp words, aimed to hurt.

But most of the time it’s just good fun :)

Never having to so much as lift a finger

He’s very big on acts of service.

Forget about opening doors or pulling out chairs for yourself.

He takes being a gentleman very seriously, especially when it comes to you.

But not only is he a gentleman, he’s also a powerful overlord.

So if you ever need anything, be that a new pair of shoes, or getting rid of a particularly nasty demon, consider it done.

Being his closest confidant

We all know that Alastor has many acquaintances, however he falls short on meaningful connections.

He doesn’t let people get too close to him, and it is sort of understandable why.

You are one of the only exceptions to that.

You know more about this man than all of hell combined.

It took a while for him to open up to you, and even longer until he started telling you about his past.

He’s the kind to drop hints about himself and let you figure out the rest.

Trust goes a long way with him, I think he’d be more open to sharing his plans and such with someone that he knows won’t question his every move.

Even so, there’s still a lot that you don’t know about him, but you’ll just have to take what you can.

You can dress however you want… as long as it fits his taste

He’s not all too picky about what you wear.

Contrary to popular belief, he wouldn’t expect you to be in full glam 24/7.

If you like more revealing clothes, well, he’ll just have to make sure that anyone that dares to as much as look at you the wrong way is taken care of.

That being said, looking well put together is a must.

You represent him in a way, and he expects you to look the part.

He can’t have you wandering the streets of hell in rags that not even the lowest sinners would wear.

Absolutely no modern technology allowed

Do I even need to explain this?

He’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to the possibility of Vox messing with you.

You are never truly alone

Alastor would make sure to accompany you on your outings as much as his schedule allows it.

But let’s be real, he’s a very busy man.

He makes sure that a few of his shadows keep an eye on you though, even in his absence.

I don’t think your personal strength matters in this case, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s very little that this man wouldn’t do for you, especially when it comes to your personal safety.

Lets you get closer to him than anyone else

This time, I’m talking about physical closeness.

We all know that he isn’t big on physical touch.

However, I feel like you could get away with a lot more than others.

When the two of you are walking somewhere, it’s not unusual for him to offer you his arm.

When you’re standing next to him, he sometimes rests his hand on your back, although that is often a subconscious thing.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he isn’t too opposed to letting you hug him.

You can also get away with laying on his lap sometimes, and if he’s feeling exceptionally gracious, he might even pet your hair.

PDA is definitely a big no-no, on one hand he has an image to protect, but I also just don’t think he’d be too comfortable with showing his more vulnerable side in public.

As for kisses… if you haven’t seen each other in a while, he might greet you with a kiss on your hand, but that’s as far as it ever goes.

He’s not a very touchy-feely person, so if that bothers you… good luck finding someone better than the radio demon ;)

me af tbh lmao

anway, thanks for reading pookies mwah (slash platonic lol)

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi Ice! This one is maybe a little on the outskirts of 'creating Black characters', but it is related to the introspective questions you posted a little while back, so I thought I'd ask for your opinion. I'm sure this isn't an one-easy-answer thing, so I'd love to hear from any other Black people reading this as well!

I'll try to keep it short.

I'm seven years and 300k+ words deep in a fanfiction about anthropomorphic animal characters, and your introspective questions made me face the fact that I've been the ignorant fandom racist. I wrote my main character as white. Now, 7 years later, I stumble over a post pointing out ... those are locs

I don't know if the authors intended for this character to be Black (nonblack voice actors, supplementary material also clearly doesn't draw him this way, though that stuff was all over the place re: consistency) and I frankly also am not sure if they Should have, given his role in the narrative, but a) that's not really up to me to speak on and b) he's got locs and mostly black fur and was inspired by Anubis. I've been whitewashing, there's no way around it.

I briefly considered going back and just straight up changing the story to make him Black, but I quickly realized that I have been writing him from a white-centered narrative and just slotting a Black character into that would arguably be Worse. Or at least racist in a brand new way. I can change how he takes care of his hair, but not the themes on which the entire narrative is built upon. I've been writing about a white man and I can't just pretend I haven't.

So my question to you is ... what now? How do I best acknowledge this? Do I just quietly come to terms with the fact that this story is racist and do better next time? I would like to acknowledge it in some way, I have a small but loyal audience and if I could use that platform to start a conversation (or just put out a 'hey, don't be like me') that would ... maybe at least be better than nothing? Possibly?

I know there's not a simple solution here that will Fix It, but I thought I'd ask an actual Black person who's open to educating what might be a good next move. Maybe avoid making another, new White Person Blunder. Here's to hoping.

I really appreciate all you do, your blog rocks and so do you.

Is that Shadow?

Okay, so I had to have a conversation with Hot Chocolate on this one because this one's a doozy! I appreciate that you're willing to stop and reflect though. Most people wouldn't be willing to do so this far in!

Admittedly, the fact that you're seven years into this means this will require a lot of effort. And, tbh, I might be confused bc I cannot tell what that character is 😅 So! After some thought, here's what we came up with:

Take a hiatus. Point blank period. Take a BREAK, do not pass go, do not collect $200! Idk what lore you've written, but you've written a lot of it. Take as long as you need to reread your works, and see if at any point you ever made it clear that this was a white person, or anything other than the Black character you now think they should be. If it feels undefined, where you can turn "hair" into "locs" or add in small details, then that could be your smooth way out. It doesn't have to be massive changes, but it could help. It'll take you time, for sure! But you dug seven years in, it's gone take you time to dig out. Maybe if you skim 15k words a week (or ctrl-F it for hair, for examples), that's... 20 weeks? Go at your own pace, faster or slower.

Unfortunately this happens a lot, where influences for characters will be taken from cultures of colors and improperly represented (the "African" god from Genshin). That's just a fact. So I don't necessarily blame you for the confusion, but... Now you know.

If possible, get a sensitivity reader! Preferably a Black one. Ngl, given the massive amount of work, you're likely going to have to pay them. Maybe give them half and you take half. Idk, but let another pair of eyes look at your work. Or maybe there's a Black reader that you could speak to and see how they feel about the potential change.

Should you choose to keep going, just try to be more purposeful and intentional about that character's Blackness. Definitely tell your readers what you figured out, why it's important to you, and then move forward from there.

Now, RECOGNIZE that many of them will NOT be pleased! That's kind of the thing about opening your eyes when it comes to racism in media! A lot of people will NOT be happy that you decided to be more intentional, especially if they've been imagining their favorite white guy for seven years. You're going to have to weigh your integrity and your will to create against that. People might leave, people that you thought were cool AF until it was time to show true colors. Be ready for that.

But that's just what I would do 🤷🏾‍♀️

[nutsackx]

Do you think for your mad scientist Au, Sodapop is okay with what Ponyboy did to Darry? How did he react? And also, Does Ponyboy ever regret his decision of reviving his friends? Why doesn’t he revive his parents? Does Ponyboy ever get caught by the police? Does Sodapop mess up on his job, and if he does how does Ponyboy react?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS.

I feel so corny writing this 🤤

Sodapop isn’t incredibly… sure what’s happening? I guess? Like he knows about the revivals and stuff, but he isn’t really big on details because it grosses him out. He’s aware that Darry’s a killer but he’s not aware that it’s not by choice. He was a lot like Darry where he wasn’t cool with it at all until Pony mentioned bringing their folks back.

Ponyboy does not regret reviving his friends at all. Even though they all hate him for it and constantly talk about wanting to die, he thinks he’s helping them. At first it was kinda of just ‘I’m going through some sort of psychosis and need closure” to “I’m a god I can bring people back from the dead, hallelujah’

And with his parents… however he revives them (I was thinking like the Re-Agent from Reanimator) only works on fresh bodies (I think Herbert went through that too, I haven’t seen the movie in a while). And obvi his parents died way before he figured it out becuase he’s not he wasn’t actually a scientist (lowk still isn’t, luck is on his side I guess).

The AU is set in like the 30s/40s, and if you know anything about asylums around that time they were HORRIFIC. Police already don't really care as long as he keeps the crazies locked away. The main people who think there’s something going on are like college students or activists, I guess?? And most of the time Soda’s able to sweet talk them into going away.

Also Soda is like easily the least coordinated when it comes to the Curtis’s. He messes up 24/7 (he’s the reason Dallas can escape so often, and more often than not causes Darry to have to go back out cus he dropped something), but Pony can’t really let him go because he thinks Soda’s gonna snitch.

And while Ponyboy still loves his brothers, he’s like lowkey a little crazy. He’s downright evil tbh. He defiantly has some sort of explosive dissorder, and when he gets mad he gets MAD.

also someone on Tiktok asked why Johnny’s got the blue eye. Realistically I’m just gonna say Darry snatched it from Bob because let’s be real he doesn’t need both. Also he can not see out of it or move it, it’s just kinda of cosmetic (though it’s absolutely disgusting and Johnny hates it)

anyway if anyone has anymore questions lemme know… this is kinda fun

I’m working on cherry and Marcia designs (they’re nurses btw), and maybe some of like Bob and Randy if I get bored

[door-insurance]

So I played Life is Strange 2 for the first time ever

I didn’t wanna play it for a long time not cause it didn’t have Chloe or max (tbh I got sick of their asses around BtS they’re not even my faves)

By that point I was in college and had lost interest in the whole franchise but also I was very apprehensive of white creatives writing racism with no input from the group they’re portraying, they don’t usually do a good job

Sometimes they make it cartoony, sometimes they trivialize it, sometimes they romanticize it

So years later adulthood kicked my ass and I came back crawling to this franchise for some comfort, I finished True colors annnnd I finally started 2 after hesitating annnnd

^sketched this while playing

SPOILERS

I actually liked it

I liked Sean, the drawing segment he does- he was such a likable main guy, deserved better honestly.

I also liked Daniel, he was very adorable and I never got it when people called him annoying like no shit the 9 year old is gonna act like a 9 year old- just don’t be a jerk to him, I know he can be frustrating but that’s what taking care of a kid is like

And lis had always been about realistic complex characters, y’all can’t handle a traumatized nine year?

I have two younger siblings and two nieces plus I’ve been a bratty younger sibling to two older sisters

Maybe I’m just used to it?? But honestly Daniel wasn’t that bad

The racism portrayal in the first few episodes was not all that cartoony and it actually felt real at times, like I can check for American news rn and find stories similar to what you see in episodes 1-3 (minus the telekinesis)

Although the gas station racist hick spouting trump slogans was a bit on the nose, it’s more of dialogue thing

Some people thought the gas station detainment was egregious but it can happen unfortunately, especially to vulnerable people in rural areas and by someone of a higher systematic advantage

One other thing I did not like was the love interests, I thought Finn and Cassidy were alright characters on their own but why do we need romance in this game where the protagonists are always on the run?

I don’t like to compare lis 1 to 2 but when it comes to the romance the former did a better job as it spent more time establishing it, plus max stayed in the same place for the majority of the game- but you know what? Sean doesn’t have to be in a relationship right? It can be a one off thing, that’s fine

Which brings me to my next point

How old are Cassidy and Finn?

Cause Sean is still 16 and no, being on the road didn’t mentally age him- he’s not “mature” for his age

He is still a kid

So for some reason Dontnod never really specified their ages but some articles described them as teens (they look 30 to me) and they can be around 18 right? Their lives are hard stress ages you- it happens, we can with live that, it’s just a two years difference

But teens or not

why did they animate a whole knocking the boots scene???

Of all the games in the series, the only one that gets a sex scene is the one with the much younger protagonist and his ambiguously aged older looking love interest and I think it’s only with Cassidy you get to do it in the tent

Alex Chen was robbed of a on screen booty call from a beanie wearing lesbian with a sexy radio voice or a buff ass Adonis of a man who was Smokey the bear’s regional manager or something

Anyways I’m gonna move on I’m uncomfortable lmao

*im not hating on people who ship Sean with either Finn or Cassidy, I’m not even tagging your ship names- im just stating my personal preferences on my blog

One last thing I did not like about LiS 2 and it was the one thing that kept me from playing it for years

That one scene from episode 4

So at this point Sean Diaz went through the following:

-lost his father, had to abandoned his loved ones, education and home

-was accused of killing a cop

-had to take care of his little brother on his own while on the run, the same brother with telekinesis and none of them know how to control it

-was harassed, beaten then detained by a racist white man

-had to take refuge in an abandoned cabin with little resources

-the dog that they adopted at the gas station eventually gets mauled

-the one time they found solace at their grandparents house they had to leave abruptly cause the police was hot on their trail

-on their way out they can potentially witness the neighbors kid that they befriended get hit by the police car that’s chasing them

-they find shelter at a nomad campground but oh no they get involved with drug trafficking cause they barely have any other options to make money (unfortunately this happens a lot IRL this isnt egregious)

-Sean now has to deal with the trafficking, making sure that Daniel doesn’t get into any trouble with his powers while fake ass giancarlo esposito is breathing down his neck

-and guess what happens next… Daniel gets robbed into pulling a heist on temu gus fring and it goes badly, Sean can potentially lose a love interest/friend in Finn

-Sean gets hurt, Daniel goes so mad that he blows the whole place up; a shard glass flies into Sean’s eye and he ends up losing it

- Sean wakes up from a coma and learns that his brother is missing and he’s about to be taken to jail

- the one thing that consistently brought him joy during this trip was his art and because of the missing eye he can’t even do it the same anymore cause it hurts now

- Sean has to escape the hospital with a hot wired car, little money and has to drive across two states just to get to his brother

-on the way he dreams of his father, he wants him back he wants his old life back but that’s not gonna happen so he has to move forward

Im not listing all this as examples of bad story telling, a lot of these are real life experiences of homeless people. im just painting a picture of the shit that Sean had went through so far

Cause right after the dream sequence, Dontnod didn’t think all that was enough no you had to see Sean get hate crimed by two lifetime movie, sitcom special of the week racists- be made to either sing or suffer a brutal beating

It added nothing to the plot, it didn’t need a choice system either- it’s a hate crime, you’re not asking Joyce for fucking pancakes or eggs n bacon at the whales diner or hosing down Lisa the fckin plant.

This to me went straight to trauma p*rn category, it’s wheelchair Chloe all over again

I hated it then in LiS 1 and I hated now in LiS 2, this is why I don’t dick ride Dontnod that often

They always had this tendency right before the end they single out a particular character and mentally whip them, they become the writing teams punching bag- they think we didn’t get it the first time that this character is going through it, they just hammer it in with the subtlety of a heart attack and I hate it

“Yeah but it’s there to show Sean’s resolve to find Daniel-“

HE ESCAPED FROM THE HOSPITAL AND THE FEDS, HE HOT WIRED A CAR TO DRIVE ACROSS TWO STATES

He’s starving, dehydrated, suffering from chronic pain

That’s enough

Let the character breathe

You ask why not a lot of people wanna play this game and I’m gonna tell you, as much I enjoyed it myself it’s not an easy game to play- it gets brutal, especially right around the end

I’m not against bleakness or extreme conflict, I’m into that but sometimes that doesn’t translate well to any gaming format- especially a choices matter game that’s meant to be replayed

Some people have asinine reasons not to play LiS 2 like it dealing with racism and those people suck, lis had always dealt with progressive themes like calling out objectification, cyberbullying and sl*tshaming

Racism shouldn’t be the exemption

but misuse of racial trauma and not knowing when it’s appropriate to invoke it is a huge turn off and hella triggering to a lot of non white players and I remember when LiS 2 dropped I’ve seen (mostly white) lis fans at the time proclaiming that not wanting to play it meant that you were racist

Like I said there were probably racists who didn’t wanna touch the games cause of the main characters skin but there were people like me who were apprehensive of the “Let’s go to the mosh pit Shaka brah” people handling racism

This is the same studio that had Ms Grant (one of the few black characters from LiS 1) claim that the white settlers peacefully shared the stolen land with the native Americans

I find that shit harder to believe than the time traveling powers

And they were doing alright in the first episodes they covered stuff like unconscious biases slipping through, dog whistles, polite racism from the grandparents segment, police brutality, racial profiling and being targeted/othered- some of these things I went through when I visited western countries

Then they did the bullshit I feared theyd do…

I really don’t blame myself for being hyper vigilant at the time and honestly I was going through a lot then, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have touched LiS 2 cause it’s a very heavy tasking game to play

I know I kinda made it seem like I didn’t like this game but I did, its the best one in terms of the choice system

It had more weight to it, seeing Daniel internalizing what you say to him or how you act around him was so cool

Also what the second game has over the first one aside from the choices system is the ending selection- I never liked picking the endings for max, I wanted her to pick the ending or her coding/script to do that

Its definitely more fleshed out technically even though LiS 1 has a special place in my heart it’s always gonna be no. 1- but im also glad that I got to experience the 2nd game for the first time, I liked it

Personal lis ranking

1: Lis 1

2: Lis 2

3: True colors

Discount bin: BtS

My personal fave moments from LiS 2:

- beating up the racist bully and giving him a concussion

-mushroom (rip icon)

- victorias letter

-winning that that bear from that claw machine

-gorillaz song that was not feel good inc

-Brody pointing at a fucked up looking arcadia bay yelling “that’s the past!”- that was hilarious

-Sean paying tribute to Arcadia bay in his sketchbook (this fucking kid man, he’s so sweet he deserves the world- what did he do to make DONTNOD mad at him)

- the wolf animation and the story that plays before every chapter

-this was the worst hate crime in the whole game

[atopvisenyashill]

okay fuck avoiding the dance how do we get ned out of the capital alive.

i think his main obstacle here is actually littlefinger and that’s hard to get around because ned has no real reason to distrust him besides littlefinger being skeezy, and catelyn trusts littlefinger

still, if i’m ned, and i get a letter saying there’s a conspiracy against my bestie and my wife is telling me i have to get involved, i’m contacting the closest thing to a southerner i know aka wyman manderly and going “hey can i have like. some spies. actually can you just come to the capital with me” and i’m telling varys that respectfully he’s fired. if i can’t fire him - why SHOULDNT i be able to but maybe robert is being annoying - i’m having manderly at every council meeting regardless.

it's probably harder to fire renly but i still think i'm bringing someone else i trust - a riverlander maybe, someone more In Tune With The South, like Jason Mallister perhaps - to at least shadow him and see if he's doing his job.

i get why he doesn’t want to tell sansa straight up not to trust the lannisters because what if she gives something away but not telling her anything is clearly a mistake. tbh i think even at the capital is slightly too late, he needs to tell her before they leave winterfell that they can’t be trusted. getting cat to do this is probably helpful, i do imagine she would listen more to her mother than her father about something like marriage and southron politics.

i feel the same about lady, i understand he doesn’t just try to sneak her back north because that would be difficult as fuck but if he just straight up says to robert’s face “if you want me to kill that wolf for you i’m taking my entire family back north and i’m coming back south to be your hand without my kids.” like call that man's bluff right away. i think robert shows in canon that he'll yell and scream at ned but he ultimately won't actually arrest ned for shit and ned should really push his luck here when it comes to lady because if robert can't back him up over a pet, well that says something you know.

but really - just avoid leaving sansa alone with joffrey and you can avoid this? actually wait - call up a mormont to be sansa’s sworn shield. i think alysane is pregnant at this point right, so call up dacey (or lyra? is lyra a warrior too?) and be like "STICK TO SANSA LIKE WESTEROS VERSION OF GLUE." handing sansa off is maybe not the best move parenting wise but it's one i think ned would realisticaly take - give her a peer or two that understand the danger and can explain it to her in a way she understands easier. but also - have CATELYN explain to sansa literally anything.

also, get her the harp tutor she wants so she has something to focus on besides joffrey.

send someone you trust, like jory or even the blackfish (someone stannis would respect) to stannis to be like "why did you cut and run you fuck???? get your ass back here i need some goddamn help." if he refuses, pull rank because why is this man disappearing so suspiciously and not telling anyone???

the MOMENT there's a problem - something goes wrong on the trident, something is even vaguely fishy at the capital - tell robb and cat to call the banners in the north and riverlands. i'm dead ass here. maybe it's not subtle - can you do this subtlely? if you can, do it that way - but i just think it's better to not fuck around here when all you have is a letter from lysa saying "something's fucky."

DON'T TELL CERSEI YOU KNOW ABOUT THE INCEST BEFORE YOU GRAB HOLD OF THE CAPITAL. I would honestly grab her kids, force them onto a boat, and tell her "get on the boat right now or robert will kill you all and i won't be able to stop him." don't give her a choice, don't give her a chance to regroup.

[pinkyjulien]

WIP Saturday 🙋‍♂️

Been slowly gettin' back into CP77 modding and wanted to do some comfy hoodie :3

First attempt was a port from Marvelous Designer

Everything was going fine, weight was decent, but trying to get the materials right was fucking my groove up

Wasn't satisfied with how it looked, the shadows were unpleasant, and couldn't find any materials that I liked - so I ended up tossing it aside (didn't delete it! Might rework in the future when I feel better about it 👀)

Instead, I decided to work from a Vanilla garment!

Pics from Khagan's Clothing Catalog

I love this hoodie and used it a lot during my PL playthrough - tho it's way too crowded for what I had in mind, a simple, comfy hoodie

Even if I was able to delete some of the additional bits, a big part of it is actually baked into the main submesh (like a lot of vanilla meshes)

After my unbuckled Aldecaldos jacket I feel more confident tackling heavy editing projects tho, so this wasn't TOO spooky 👌

First thing first, I deleted a big chunk from the left top side and kept the bottom part (to keep the assymetry and natural flow of the fabric) then I mirrored the right side and connected everything to the remaining left side

Fixing a mesh up means I also need to unwrap its UVs again - AND that means duplicating, moving and flipping the normal map to follow the new unwrapped uvs

Same with the mlmask layers, but that comes later 🧍‍♂️

The original Hoodie has a bunch of additional meshes; the sleeves and hoods variants are on a separate mesh that gets called by the OG entity

I decided to merge everything into a single mesh, easier to handle for me in the AXL structure later 🔎

Regardless, still needed to move the sleeves and hoods to match the new fixed left side (since its a mirror of the right side!)

Now that the meshes are fixed both model and UV wise, need to re-weight it from the OG garment 🤚 That concludes the 3D part

AXL side, I went with 4 different garment ent and apps to handle the 4 variants; default (hood down, long sleeves), hooded, rolled sleeves, and hooded + rolled!

A fun lil detail with this mesh is that the hood doesn't have any garment support - with this in mind I decided to use the T1 - inner torso - slots to allow us to wear vest on top of the hoodie

😫👌 Idk idk it scratch my stinky brain really good HGHFH I love it

With everything ready, t'was time to tackle the FUN part; the appearaaaaanceeeees 🤠

I first had 4 designs with 5 colors each - but it quickly turned into 6 colors each; first design being the "basic" / default one, that I named "edgewear"

Gotta keep in mind that each color has 4 mesh variants, so that's already 24 items

I then used the beloved "orange leather" vanilla hoodie with the white barghest face on it (the one I used through my PL playthrough! probably my favorite tbh) as a base for my next design, "quilted"

It has a cute skunk ass hood 🦨

And I'm currently still working on a third design inspired by Varsity Jackets, the... well gfhhg "varsity" design

All of the appearances are still Wips and might change 🧍‍♂️

and I'd like to maybe add one more BUT... that's already 74 items, I don't like having too much options hgfh but dynamic AXL makes it really easy to just go apeshit with variations

ANYWAY I felt like doing another Behind The Mod TM post :3 some of y'all like them and I like sharing my modding stuff!