#not hot enough to not die by another’s hand tho

[empanada-boy420]

If I die it better feel like this

[fruitsboots]

I'm a nail technician and here's a big list of headcanons about the kinds of clients the TOS Enterprise crew would be!

Kirk:

-shows up on time for appointment but sometimes has to cancel super last minute.

-doesn't bite his nails but picks at them and his cuticles. not enough to bleed or anything but enough that most of his appointment is cuticle work.

- "Cut them short" my guy there's no free edge.

- holds still, uses arm rest appropriately, doesn't stiffen his hands. no polish, just buffed smooth. jokes every time that next time maybe he'll go with a hot pink.

-asks a lot of questions and chats at the beginning of the appointment but ends up getting a little bored by the end.

-always tips very well but doesn't rebook, he'll call you.

Spock:

-doesn't make appointments, just shows up sometimes on slow days and asks to use certain supplies.

-does his own nails and keeps them very nice and neat. nail beds to die for. Nails grow very fast.

-On occasion has been talked into a dark polish and will let someone else do that for him (he's not very good at the application).

-sits a little too stiffly like he's concentrating. speaks when spoken to. doesn't linger long, the smell gives him a headache.

-doesn't tip but you’re not sure if he knows he’s supposed to.

McCoy:

-calls and asks if there’s time for a walk in then shows up later than he tells you but usually has a good excuse.

-Hands are dry as hell from washing them a lot. Worst, driest cuticles. Always gets a split on the edge of his pointer finger.

-Sits too far away from the table, at an angle, hunched, wrists on the armrest and elbows locked. Has to be asked to scoot arms forward a million times.

-Is annoying to work on technically, but fun to chat with. Always turns into a complaint session but in the best way. Wants to know the drama in your life and gives opinions.

- Closes eyes and tries not to doze off during the hand massage. Wipes off all the lotion that he desperately needs.

-Tips alright and always says he’ll come back soon but you know it’ll be another 4 months.

Uhura:

-has a standing appointment every 3 weeks and is never late, sometimes she’ll bring you a drink and apologizes when she doesn’t.

-Did her own nails for a long time and keeps them well manicured between appointments.

-Will (properly!) remove her own gel polish before appointments to save you the trouble.

- Tends to go for lighter, pearlescent shades. Always asks what you have that’s new but then picks one of her go-tos.

- Loves to look at nail art but doesn’t usually get it.

-Super bubbly during appointments, very patient, sits perfectly. Always enthusiastic about the result and gives lots of praise.

-Tips well and takes business cards to give to people.

Chapel:

-Not really supposed to get her nails done but does anyways. Doesn’t have super regular appointments but usually books with Uhura when she does.

-Usually shows up with chipped polish from last time that desperately needed removed 3 weeks ago.

-Gets light/sheer colors.

-Sometimes will book for a gel manicure and then tell you she doesn’t actually want polish this time even tho she needs it. Nice nails beds but they are thin and peel a bit without anything on them.

-Apologizes for no reason multiple times. Thanks you as if it were an inconvenience to do her nails? 

-After a few appointments, she loosens up a bit. Tips decent.

Sulu:

-has gotten his nails done like five times just for fun.

-Keeps them short, not much cuticle work. Why are you here??

- Will get a couple “masculine” designs and isn’t picky about them. “You just do whatever you think will look best :) “

-genuinely fun to have as a client but needs some direction on how to sit etc. can talk about anything.

-Didn’t tip the first time bc he didn’t know and felt bad so he always does, but it’s not much.

Scotty:

-how can one man have so much grease under his nails?

-Has a standing appointment once a month for just a nail trim but should be more like every two weeks.

-Asks questions about nail equipment (UV lamp, e-file, etc).

-Talks a bit during the appointment and then stands around after chatting. Always tips like 2$ but sometimes brings baked goods, etc.

Chekov:

-wanders in with a bruised nail and is like “what can you do for this” nothing dude.

-Leaves and comes back later to buy a gift certificate to give to a girl.

[moonlit-jellies]

jealousy jealousy

this was a request for @sheneyney so thank u so much for encouraging my brainrot

so i turned this into headcanons bc big paragraphs trigger enough anxiety in me to kill a bear so ENJOY!!!! its a bit different from the og prompt but those jealousy themes are still. strong

just wanna. smack him around a lil and kiss his face

18+ readers only pls

tags: eric x reader, fluff, MILD allusions to adult content so 18+ only (saying it again minors get out of here), jealousy, eric kinda being shitty to other people (can expand on this in other pieces just say the word)

established relationship:

ok so i know in my heart and soul that eric gets so fucking jealous HOWEVER. this is not standard "oh they're my partner im protective/possessive over" no no no

this guy is completely fine with you sparring with other people, hanging out, going to parties, all that shit does not phase him even someone else flirting with you (to a certain extent) hes just kind of watching with a smirk bc he knows that a) you would kick their ass if they tried something and b) you wouldnt cheat on him. hes too confident to have that as one of his major worries in your relationships

the thing he gets jealous over is when you have to do anything that requires nonviolent touching or other like. one-on-one things like that

see fear sim training

i can imagine like every once in a while all the dauntless members are required to do their fear sims again just to keep their skills up you know?

and he can't administer your sim bc of some kind rule that bc youre dating its not allowed or whatever

and hes just waiting for you to be done absolutely seething that someone else is in there with you when youre in one of the most vulnerable states you could be in

you come out being like oh yeah it sucked but like whatever and hes ready to pounce bc if he doesnt get his hands on you

immediately he'll like. die probably so he doesnt get jealous a lot but when he does its so fucking obvious and honestly kind of funny bc hes just SEETHING

what if it was reversed????

if YOU are jealous of someone being flirty with him he will see that and immediately be so shitty about

some girl is flirting w him and hes like apathetic towards it you sass him later and hes like mmmm dont do that youve got competition (he wouldnt cheat on you) (you know that)

you roll your eyes but grip him a little harder when youre going to sleep that night

pre relationship:

before you starting dating, when he was 1000% crushing on you, he would get jealous over other people sparring with you and shit like that

at first you couldn't understand why this dude would just. death glare at you while you were doing anything one-on-one with another person and you kind of got used to it

(when you start dating you put two and two together and you hold that over his head for MONTHS)

and like. pre-headcanon-character-development, he definitely would have been like an absolute dick to people who asked you out

youd be stood up by people and not understand why not knowing he either threatened or physically hurt them to prevent them from going on that date (not a good thing and he gets . less shitty about it in the future but lets be real in canon hes a shitty guy) (hes hot tho :3)

[schoenpepper]

Homie your writing is so good and unappreciated like wtf why aren't like at least 1 million people following you???

lmfao thanks bro 🙏🏻

as a side note i'm working on the last event req (which is yours) and it's so funny i'm going so off i can't even 😭

here i'll show you the stuff because i'm gonna rewrite it

fair warning tho it's depressing and gory and half written so there's a lot of stuff not there yet

You’d always been a good kid.

You were bright and cheerful, running around energetically with no care in the world. Your parents were lovely people who always held you in their hearts. You had many friends who loved to play and sing with you at kindergarten. You wanted nor needed for nothing.

You’d been a good kid.

(Because you could be.)

The weather one day foretold your upcoming misfortune. As you looked up through the window panes of the neon yellow school bus you were riding home from kindergarten one day, you saw the sky. The sun was swallowed by gray storm clouds and a heavy rain began, beating down on the pavement. It was so loud you could barely hear the driver yell out your stop.

You come home soaked because your parents didn’t pick you up from the bus stop.

Your parents are dead.

You were five when you came home in the pouring rain to a bloody house. You dropped your backpack on the floor and ran to the phone.

Mommy always told you to call smart adults for help. You remember her words.

There’s vomit climbing up your throat at the sight and the stench, even if you’d been older, nothing would have prepared a person to smell the rotting bodies of their own loving parents. Mommy’s head on the kitchen counter, daddy’s is on the table; there was an arm by the phone that you had to kick away through tears and choked sobs.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

It’s all a blur after that. You were taken away to a government facility that houses orphaned children.

After the storm, the night was quiet and so, so very dark.

(Your childhood is a foggy mess, but the memory of coming home that day—you can still remember it so clearly. You will never forget it, not until the day you die.)

You grew up in different homes.

Your first home had a lovely lady and her cat. But her cat was almost injured by your flashbacks and nightmares (and the screaming and the yelling and the thrashing around and—).

Your second home had enough money for a psychiatrist. It’s PTSD, she said.

You didn’t know what PTSD was.

(But every time you close your eyes, you can see daddy’s, wide open.)

The system is a major fuck up. Your second foster home sent you back after another horrid anxiety attack and you stay in a little room with four other kids, going to a nearby public school. You sleep 12 hours at a time. You feel tired after waking up, but you force yourself to do your homework.

You used to like doing homework.

Learning was fun.

You force food down your throat even when you really don’t want to eat. You take one hour showers and get yelled at for using up all the hot water. You try your best.

At twelve, you stop trying.

You sleep and when you wake up, you stare at the ceiling and do nothing. When you go to school, you cut after your first class just to lay down on a bench on the rooftop and sleep some more. There’s nothing to do. Or rather, there’s nothing worth doing.

You sit down on the bathroom floor one day with the scissors you use to cut open shampoo packets.

You can’t feel anything anymore.

But pain, it’s practically family.

You hide under long sleeves and baggy clothes and try to find ways to feel anything again. Alcohol is a nice way to drown out your thoughts (mommy used to drink wine on Friday nights), cigarettes become a constant in your life (daddy hated smoking with a passion), and getting high is routine (drugs are bad drugs are bad drugs are bad—).

And so you were a bad kid.

(Because you’re forced to be.)

At sixteen you’re barely a shell of a person.

Scars decorated your arms and climbed up your wrists, even to the palms of your hands. There are some on your thighs too—the blood and the pain gives you a different kind of high that your vices never could. To be honest, you were almost a hundred percent sure you weren’t going to make it to adulthood, or even your 18th birthday.

(If only because you were so, so tired.)

You fall asleep one day and wake up in the middle of an orientation ceremony.

A different world.

(The same old fucking story.)

You’re distracted away from your thoughts by having to rebuild Ramshackle, but Grim makes for a nice cuddle buddy at night. The living conditions don’t bother you when you used to sleep under bridges in your old world. In fact, having a roof over your head and a regular allowance, albeit paltry, is good enough for you.

Ace and Deuce become really good friends.

So does Riddle.

Heartslabyul accepts you with open arms.

(You haven’t had friends since kindergarten.)

Jack makes you feel safe, and it’s comforting to have him close when your days are harder on you.

Ruggie and Leona are like the older brothers you never had.

(Is this what having a family is like?)

…

The sun was covered by storms of gray, but the night that followed was not the eternal darkness you had thought it to be.

It was calm and peace.

It was a starry sky.

It was Jade.

[soullessfawn]

In Every Life Time, I Fail

Phil was cursed a very long time ago with immortality after killing the End Dragon, with her death he was granted what she could never have before that fated day, an end to her existence. With her wings attaching themselves to his back transforming him into a feathery winged creature, half human half immortal, Phil will forever no the pain of living too long of a life.

At first he never even noticed, going back to his wife and kissing her on the cheek, pride in her eyes at the tales he spins of his battles, but soon that smile started to winkle, like any persons does as they age.

Phil loved it just the same, that smile, it only started to hurt him when he realized the winkles on his face were missing. Phil kept looking young, his wife getting older and older, until she dies, leaving him behind.

The wings weren’t enough anymore, he wanted to see that smile again, but she’s forever locked away from him. Phil would trade a hundred flights he took with her in his arms to be able to join her in the after life, but no matter who he prayed too, his fate was sealed.

Phil knew there were many names to the End Dragon, yet he never wondered why.

He never thought about how they changed form woman to man, from beast to beast, that they isolated themselves in a dimension outside of time itself at the end of the universe.

It’s only hundreds of year after when Phil looks I’m the mirror, does he realize who the Ender Dragon truly was. She was a mortal just like him once, going on a great adventure to slay the End beast and just like Phil had, she fell for it, the curse moving to her when she killed her predecessor.

Phil took to travelling the land, doing good in hopes that he’d find a way to break the curse, instead Phil found a man who could hear the voices of blood and vengeance themselves.

Techno was a weird man, the sort of man who wouldn’t ask questions as to why Phil never seemed to age, had wings that were black as the void and smelled like star dust, the sort of man Phil could find happiness in. They travelled the world together, Techno wasn’t immortal but he was far from a mortal man, always hiding his face beneath a pig mask.

Phil found this out one day, when a stray arrow got him in the chest, this was before Techno knew of his immortality, so as Phil collapsed to the ground not able to move, Techno thought he was dead.

That night Phil witnessed why people feared Technoblade and why his voices named him Blood God.

Techno was a beast just like Phil was, but instead of one born from the death of another, Techno was born from the blood of the living and suffering, as long as blood flowed through his veins, Techno could transform into a monstrous boar stronger then any man.

That night Techno’s true nature was revealed and Phil’s was, but the blonde was more focused on the black mail he now had on the other.

“You cried!” Phil would chuckle, patting a sulking Techno on the shoulder. “Awww mate, you really do care about me!”

After that, Phil found a boy with brown hair and a love for the people. Wilbur, a scrawny thing you’d think would die from the softest winds, but somehow survived the many winters Phil housed him.

Wilbur was Phil’s son in everything but blood, then came Tommy, then Tubbo. Soon enough the boys set off, all to soon if Phil had to say, but in hind sight Phil would have preferred it ended there.

L’manburg was a country he watched his own son build, then die for.

By his hand…

Phil would never forgive himself for that.

“Please!” Phil screamed into the night, the Tundra winds freezing him. He would have died out here due to the cold if it wasn’t for his curse. “Take me instead! Let Wilbur live! Let him live!”

Some of Phil’s wings faded to a dark grey and Wilbur woke up in his bed the morning after, a mad man who’s seen death and walked away from it.

After the fall of the country, Phil left, Techno hot on his heels like he had always been.

The man was older, Phil could tell, even after all these thousands of years, time was never one there side. “I think I’m going to go.” Techno, his old friend, said one night over a warm bowl of soup.

“Go where?” Phil asked, oblivious at the time. “The voices needing entertainment—“

“Not like that.” Techno cut him off, humming. The man was looking out the window, hair tied up in a loose bun, colour freckled with grey. His face was wrinkled, his knees ached, Techno hasn’t fought in a battle since L’manburg times. “I’m going to visit your wife.”

Then it clicked, yet by this time death was meaningless to Phil. Everyone but this one, it seemed. “It’s that time already?” Phil whispered.

Techno nodded, smiling. “I’m not gone yet, old man, I still have a few more years.”

A couple of years later, Phil was invited to an island resort. The QSMP, whatever that was.

He should ah e known his bad luck would follow him.

Phil met new people, reunited with Wilbur, Quackity, Tubbo, Niki…

He became a dad to two lovely kids named Chayanne and Tallulah, it was perfect.

Until they went missing.

“Please come back…” Phil cries, eyes gazing out of the birdcage he was trapped inside. “Before I outlive you both while stuck in here.”

[pandalexoxo]

i can’t stop imaging myself being transported into tokyo revengers. though, personally, i believe it would be bitter sweet.

TOKYO REVENGERS X MALE READER

i’d love to imagine meeting takemichi, and confiding in him that i know about his power, that, i too, have a secret. i would tell him that i’m not even from this universe. he thinks time leaping 12 years is weird? try telling him you’re from another reality (basically) where he’s an anime.

to sum up my thoughts (i wrote 13 paragraphs before deleting it bc this is suppose to just be a ramble lmfao, maybe i’m uploading it later and get your guys inputs) i just feel like i would try to be the sunshine guard dog protector, y’know? not necessarily swoop in to save takemichi (tho, i’d definitely swoop in to beat some characters asses just bc i have a personal vendetta) because damn! look at how badass and hot takemichi is, whenever he fights?! (that ass. thiccimichi 😩😼)

now, here’s where my heart aches and my brain fries from overthinking. do i tell takemichi that i watched the anime (read the manga too) and know who will die in the end? do i tell him that i know of the anime but haven’t seen it or read the manga?

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TOKYO REVENGERS ANIME AND MANGA!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

so, we know that in chapter 275 of the manga (probably season 5 in the anime if we’re lucky) takemichi ends up dying by mikey’s hand, a blade through his chest (heart? stomach? idk i haven’t read the manga in a few months. i sobbed hysterically over his death and refused to open the manga back up. that was until chapter 276 came out, how foolish of me to believe takemichi wouldn’t stand back up like he always does. what a true mc)

funny enough, by using mikey’s hand, he’s able to time travel him and mikey, not just 12 years, but back to when they were kids (i think they were 8 or somewhere around there). thus they are able to help each other create their perfect ending.

though… this “perfect ending” can’t happen unless the characters who died stay dead. shinichiro, baji, emma, izana, draken. with these deaths, mikey indulges in his “dark impulses” and thus the kanto manji gang and toman gen 2 end up fighting to lead to takemichi’s death and end with the perfect book closing page.

it’s unfortunate. it makes me tear up, sob, want to throw up (maybe throw myself out the window) but everything needs to happen. not only the deaths but takemichi’s mental health diminishing needs to happen to. this (others teaching him how to fight and his visions) helps takemichi in the last battle to dodge, punch and get close to mikey.

though, how easily takemichi forgives?! boy just smiles off his pain and forgives others, especially in the final chapter??? he just has his beautiful dopey smile on his face when mikey recognized him and then they ride off into the sunset to save their future??? hell. no. i need everyone to put their fists up, stand in a line, and eat my fucking fist.

i need a takemichi villain arc series. would someone be willing to make that for me? what do you want? a cookie? therapy? a hug? emotional and mental stability? no mommy and daddy issues? (i can’t provide the last two unfortunately, still trying to figure that shit out myself lmfaooo. though, my dms are always open. i love chatting with people and sharing dark humor. muah!)

then again, this is why i whole heartedly admire takemichi. he may not be physically strong like the others but as mikey says, he’s incredibly mentally strong. he gets back up. he stays standing. he’s determined and won’t fall until he wins. he’s too kind. i love him so much guys you don’t understandddd. hina, please share, fuck i am on my knees, foaming at the mouth and barking.

ugh :( it’s okay michi. you get your perfect future, though, are you truly happy and at peace? just keep smiling, okay? anywhooo, you know, i could treat you better anyway! xoxo 😼🕺😽

[jorisjurgen]

World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

🎆 halfalight follow

You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

way to be classphobic dipshit.

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

🤹 mysteryrystery follow

Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

🌛 quartziwindy follow

Are you ok op.

🕸️ osamodas-loves-spiders follow

isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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🥧 amakna-news-official follow

does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

🍄 124-lancer-lancer follow

When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

🆎 alphabetcounter follow

e: 13; n: 11; o: 11; l: 7; a: 6; r: 6; i: 5; t: 5; u: 4; d: 4; 9: 3; h: 3; y: 4; s: 3; w: 4; g: 2; c: 2; x: 1; m: 1; v: 1; b: 1; p: 1; f: 1

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

　　　　　　　　Keep reading

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

🌒 ten-o-cock-and-a-half follow

It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

🔰 noobdefencesquad follow

im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

🎶 foggy-has-no-spoons follow

what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

🎁 doggrillsougi follow

OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

🌹 theflowerofsadida follow

The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

🐙 podapoda-2-3 follow

WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

oh god what happened to my post.

🌛 quartziwindy follow

there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

👾 pixiiiii-piratika follow

arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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[sic-fayl]

Disclaimer:

THIS IS PART 1 OF A FREESTYLED TRANSLATION BASED ON AN MTL OF THE NOVEL - I DO NOT KNOW KOREAN (tho I did read the available translations of both the manhwa and novel) AND I'M NOT TRYING TO BE ACCURATE TO THE EXACT ORIGINAL SENTENCES/MEANINGS, BUT MORE JUST THE OVERALL ATMOSPHERE OF EVERYTHING (so maybe it's more accurate to call this a very much inofficial localisation??)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE IT'S FUN - now, onto the text:

#01. Ji9Star

'Please someone come save us - if we have to keep going like this, we’ll die.'

Even the fan whined as it kept on spinning, blowing ever more hot air his way. A closed office like this, without air conditioning in the middle of summer... This had to be employee abuse. Yeo-woon sighed and opened the messenger program at the bottom right of his screen.

‘Fake friends (Ad) On a hot day like today, this can cool my heart….’

Everything really had perfectly aligned to make people feel as miserable as possible. Why was it that the only ones who reliably contacted him first were sponsored ads? Maybe it was time to get some better friends… But instead, he opened their group chat and sent a message to express his boredom.

- Did you guys get lunch?

Seon-yong: no. I want pizza

Jeong Se-hyung: Fuck everything. I swallowed so much hate today, I won’t need anything for the rest of the week.

Jeong Se-hyung: Manager, how can you expect all this shit to get done in just one day?? Could YOU actually do that???

Jeong Se-hyung: Guess when you next drag us out drinking, I’ll just pretend like I don’t know my actions have consequences either and punch you in the face to make you pay for it all.

Seon-yong: lol

Seon-yong: you’re still better than lee yeo-woon. I saw that guy put away money in a savings account

Seon-yong: for a hitman

Jeong Se-hyung: ? Lmao got barely enough cash for an emergency fund, but still pretends he can pay for luxuries like that.

- And now I’m going to make another one just for you ^^

Jeong Se-hyung: Waa

Seon-yong: do it

And so he realized once more that it was work time. Those who would drop off the face of the earth after six in the evening read and answered messages faster than anyone else at this hour.

Jeong Se-hyung: So where should I download my resignation letter from?

Seon-yong: wait but you just bought a car haha

Seon-yong: you got a lot of money lying around?

Jeong Se-hyung: Oh, thank you. Your compassionate words have calmed my rage…

‘I’m bored.’

There was another chat that caught Yeo-woon’s eye while he was aimlessly spinning the mouse wheel with his finger. The saved name for that person was ‘Business Partner’.

‘I’m bored. Maybe I can message him first, for a change? It’s been a while since I did that.’

Yeo-woon double-clicked the chat to open it and put his hands to the keyboard.

- Are you still sleeping?

He pressed Enter to send the question, but then the ‘1’ next to the message refused disappear, indicating it wasn’t being read. This ‘Business Partner’, whenever he was up, was someone who gave answers faster than a speeding bullet. Yeo-woon, who had been waiting for a reply for a while now, guessed that he must still be asleep.

- They didn’t fix the aircon today either.

- Remember today’s the deadline?

- I won the bet hah.

He was laughing in the text, but in reality he couldn’t even smile thanks to the overwhelming heat.

‘Boss, is it really such a waste to you, to fix the air conditioning? Then surely living is a waste to you as well…’

Yeo-woon picked up his charging cell phone and opened its banking app. After depositing another 30,000 won into the ‘hitman savings account’, he stared for a while at what he managed to save up so far. Then he put his phone down again.

“I’m having trouble saving any money…”

He took a deep breath and glanced at the clock on the computer screen. It was just past one o’clock. What a time for that person to still be asleep… It was such an enviable life. Yeo-woon leaned back in his chair and drooped like a sloth.

“…hot.”

‘I’m hot, sleepy, hungry and tired. If this isn’t a beggar’s life, what is? I really want to go home. I want to quit my job.’

He wanted to go home and play games to his heart’s content and whenever he’d get sleepy, get to lie down and sleep right away.

“Assistant Lee.”

“Ah!”

At the sound of a voice behind him, Yeo-woon hurried to mash the Esc key, until the chat window disappeared. When he stiffly turned his head, he saw Assistant Manager Kim, a grin on his face and wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of one hand.

“Sir?”

“What’s up? Were you doing something?”

“Oh, no. I just didn’t expect…”

“What, were you surprised?”

“…Ah, right. Just surprised.”

Yeo-woon smiled calmly and swiveled his chair around. Surely, the contents of that one group chat remained unseen... If his plan to kill the boss was discovered, Yeo-woon’s hard-earned image of a healthy, polite, and upright elite would go up in flames.

“Here’s Assistant Lee’s coffee.”

‘…Oh, maybe he really didn’t see it?’

“Haha, thank you…”

Yeo-woon smiled awkwardly and accepted the coffee he was offered with both hands. When Assistant Manager Kim handed it over, he could tell there was ice rattling inside the disposable cup. Some water droplets that had formed on the surface of the cup ran downwards, making his palms wet in the process.

“You skipped lunch, didn’t you? Are you okay?”

“I feel a little bloated today. When that happens, I just throw up whatever I try to eat.”

“Oh my, what can be done about such a sickly disposition in a guy?”

“Haha, I’ve just always been a bit weaker in the summer.”

‘So fix the aircon, for fuck’s…’ Yeo-woon internally grumbled.

“When I’m not feeling well, for me, hm… Is it okay for you to drink coffee on an empty stomach?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“But you usually don’t eat breakfast either. It’s never good to put caffeine into an empty stomach.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

“Well, I can’t let my subordinates come to harm.”

‘Pretty sure I’d sooner pass out from heat stroke than get sick from some coffee…’

“Don’t worry, I got a death insurance.”

“Oh, does it work well?”

“Well, I haven’t died yet…”

“That’s true. Then tell me your verdict later.”

Assistant Manager Kim was laughing as he flapped his shirt, while Yeo-woon just wondered what was so funny to him. Judging by the bright red face, he seemed just as affected by the relentless heat. Why did their air conditioning have to break during such a hot summer? It felt like they were being steamed alive in a boiling pot…

“So what do you do after work these days?”

“Me? I exercise.”

“Exercise…? Oh, are you still going swimming?”

“Yes.”

“Ah…. Every day?”

“Yes.”

At Yeo-woon’s answer, he narrowed his eyes and muttered, “Now, that’s not right, is it?”

‘…Are you supernatural, to always know these things?’

Well, he really did exercise, but he couldn’t do it every day. The life of an office worker was just like that.

“The swimming pool is closed on Mondays….”

“….”

“And I was too exhausted the day before yesterday so I couldn’t go.”

“….”

“And I sometimes take weekends off.”

“…Hmm.”

“Uh, and something also came up yesterday…”

In the end, the truth was that he hadn’t gone more than once or maybe twice this week.

“Assistant Lee.”

“….”

“I know everything.”

Hearing those words, he felt a bit wronged. Originally, it wasn’t this bad. He used to exercise pretty diligently, but this week had been a total disaster…

“But I’m really going today. I even brought my swimsuit.”

“No… I’m not talking about that.”

“Ah?”

He grinned in a sinister way at Yeo-woon, as he said things that made no sense. That face, that seemed to know everything, only made him feel even more uncomfortable.

“Assistant Lee! Didn’t you get a lover?”

“…Ah?”

Yeo-woon’s eyes went blank. He had no idea how to react to Assistant Manager Kim’s words. What kind of lover would have suddenly appeared to him…? He didn’t even have the spare time for something like that.

“I can see it so clearly. Nowadays, whenever Assistant Lee is done with work, he quickly packs his bags and leaves right away.”

“…”

“I know what I’ve seen. So you really have a lover, huh?”

“No, it’s not…”

Yeo-woon closed his eyes with a troubled look on his face. He really didn’t have a lover, but he was a bit reluctant to tell the truth as well.

His image at the company was that of a flawless and healthy young man. So to admit that he played video games to a degree that could be called an addiction was a bit… Already, even if he only said that he played games in his free time as a hobby, he was often looked at like he was pathetic.

Yeo-woon’s hobby was playing online MMORPG games. The game he played, ‘Illusion’, had been in the Summer Festival event for two weeks now, and you had to log in for at least three hours a day to receive the rewards.

In addition, in order to do guild quests for limited items, he had to rush out as soon as his work shift ended for the day. Right now, it was also vacation season for all students, so if you didn’t do this, you were likely to fall far behind in the event’s rankings. And even though he wasn’t that interested in the rankings, there was one item he really wanted to have among the ones from this event, so he had no choice.

“...like that?”

“You mean there isn’t one? You don’t have a lover?”

“Yes, there is none.”

“No way…”

“Really…”

“Oh, wait, I know! So it’s just casual?”

He snapped his fingers and had a faint smile on his face. Yeo-woon tried hard to suppress the frown that wanted to overtake his own face. It’s relationships and more relationships with this guy. Why was he so interested in other people’s dating situation?

“If you want to marry your secret lover, you need to save up a lot of money. Right?”

“Haha…”

‘I shouldn’t become a boss like that in the future. I need to resign before something like that can happen.’

Even though Yeo-woon was inwardly scolding him, he showed off his inherent social skills by smiling shyly and shaking his head.

Ding!

“….”

“….”

The assistant manager’s interrogation was interrupted by a sound that came from the monitor. Both of their eyes got stuck on what had popped up on it.

Business Partner: Hey ><

“What business?”

Assistant Manager Kim asked in a puzzled voice. Yeo-woon’s blood froze at the unexpected situation. He usually had the sound turned off, but it seemed like it was turned on now because he played around with some settings earlier and forgot to turn them back.

Business Partner: Awake now

He couldn’t make any excuses and realized the situation right away, freezing, as Assistant Manager Kim smiled slyly and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

“…no.”

“The emoticon is so cute. Is she young?”

“That’s not…”

“Is she a college student?”

“No, that…”

Ding!

Business Partner: Hehe I woke up a little late today because classes got canceled

“She’s totally a college student.”

Stop, stop…

Ding!

Business Partner: The aircon’s still not fixed? I feel sorry for you, honey

Please, stop…

Business Partner: The aircon works perfect at my place tho. Do you want to come over?

“That’s your girlfriend.”

“It’s not…”

“It is.”

“It’s not.”

“But why is the name saved as Business Partner?”

“…”

“Look, I don’t mind this! Are you trying to sneakily talk at work?”

“That…”

“Wow, Assistant Lee has become brave, huh? It’s a common problem with kids these days. They all use tricks like these. Interesting though, right? Wouldn’t you agree, Assistant Lee?”

“…”

“Huh? I’m not scolding you for this. Why is your face so pale?”

‘Fuck. Rumors will spread.’

Cold sweat was running down his back. Yeo-woon shook his head vigorously and made one last ditch effort to get the truth out.

“Sir, please! This really isn’t my girlfriend. It’s just a friend!”

“Funny. Does your friend always call you ‘honey’?”

“It’s a friend who calls me that as a joke… Yes.”

‘I’m ruined.’

He wasn’t listening anymore.

‘I wouldn’t even believe that myself.’

There are usually no friends like that. Not without some feelings between them anyway. His lips became dry. Assistant Manager Kim hummed a song that started with “Hello” and took out a toothbrush from a drawer. Yeo-woon kept muttering that it wasn’t true a few more times, talking to the back of his head, but he went ignored.

‘Wouldn’t it be unfair, to blame this all on my nonexistent girlfriend…’

So the arrow of resentment was aimed at someone else instead. Yeo-woon opened the chat window with his ‘Business Partner’ and started typing angrily.

- Now you’re awake, why don’t you also go eat something?

The 1 next to the speech bubble quickly disappeared. So he was watching the chat in real time.

Business Partner: I ordered rice

- Hope you choke

Business Partner: Lmaooooo Is it so hot there it’s like a sauna?

- Hope you choke

Business Partner: Poor you lol

Business Partner: Then come visit my place

Business Partner: My room right now is like Antarctica. It’s so cold

“Why is he asking me to come over to his house every chance he gets these days…?”

It’s too persistent to just dismiss it as a joke anymore. No matter what he’d say, all he got in response was offers to meet up. But he was reluctant because he’d never before met with anyone he got to know in a game, and he felt no real motivation to change that in the future. It would be better for both parties to keep an online relationship exactly where they’d first met: online.

‘I watched I Want to Know last week, and worst case, you might lose your organs and even your vision…’

He’d initially been on the fence about it. But after watching that broadcast, he’d decided against it. Offline group meet-ups shouldn’t be attended, unless you wanted to die.

- Quit joking

Business Partner: Joking? I’m serious lol

Business Partner: You said you’re curious about my place

- Not your place, your cat

- Can’t you at least show me a picture?

- (emoticon)

Yeo-woon sent a peach emoticon with sparkling eyes and confetti falling down. The earnest look on its face made him feel weak, so hopefully his ‘Business Partner’ would feel the same and send a picture of the cat.

Business Partner: Why do you want a picture of my baby? You can take a look in person

- You… ㅡ.ㅡ

‘One more failure to add to the collection.’

It had already been 6 months of him begging for a picture of this cat, ever since he heard a soft meowing in the back of a voice call. He kept hearing it, but still didn’t know its name, or even fur color, or why he wouldn’t just tell him these things.

As he thought about this, he relaxed in the chair. When it suddenly got spun around, he saw Assistant Manager Kim, who had been talking to him earlier and now muttered incorrect lyrics with a toothbrush in his mouth and a rotten expression on his face.

“I’m jealous. Work is over. They all just go home?”

“….”

“And then off to get some action.”

“No!”

“It’s a shame. I have to stay late again today, King of late work right here, Assistant Lee.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Huh? Are you staying late as well for today?”

“…No, I’m going, but… Just listen to what I have to say. Please.”

“Hah. I’m off to brush my teeth, then. Love is such a pure affair!”

He smiled softly, picked up his toothbrushing cup, and walked off. After all, Yeo-woon was known for being the most agreeable person in the office.

Thoughts of pure destruction filled his head.

- Stop texting;

Business Partner: lol? You texted first…

- Then don’t call me honey.

Business Partner: We both know it’s not like that lol. Unless…?

- No butㅠㅠ; Other people mistake you for my lover… I almost got scolded just now.

Business Partner: What lmao then change the screen name

- Already changed.

Business Partner: What is it?

- Business Partner

Business Partner: Huh?

- What?

Business Partner: ?? lmao

Business Partner: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

“…?”

What was so funny about it? Wasn’t it fine? Yeo-woon frowned as he looked at the chat window filled with long strings of hahaha that just kept on coming.

- Why are you laughing?

Business Partner: Ah, he doesn’t even let me laugh

- Is this funny to you?^^

Business Partner: Yes pfffff, thinking about you getting caught like that makes my stomach hurt

- Take medicine^^

Business Partner: It’s not that kind

- I know^^;

Business Partner: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA business partnerㅠ

“….”

‘What’s wrong with Business Partner? Then what should I change it to? I can’t save it as my mother….’

Yeo-woon stared at the monitor with a sullen expression and let out a small sigh.

‘I guess I’ll have to change the name again. But what would be better?’

Business Partner: But we’re lovers

- Uh…

- F off

Business Partner: ㅠㅠ I’m wounded… Honey, is our relationship just a joke to you? Let’s break up

- Go choke some more

Business Partner: ᄃᄃ Am I embarrassing you?

- Yes

Business Partner: ㅠㅠ Am I annoying you?

- Oh yes

Business Partner: lol

Business Partner: But you still like me

“….”

Business Partner: Ah you got caught so now you’re quiet >ᄉ<

“On what basis are you saying this?”

Shocked. That’s how he felt every time, because he was dealing with a guy who loved himself way too much. Or maybe a guy hoping to drive him crazy, with how much he enjoyed making fun of him.

“It’s really not that at all though?”

Yeo-woon repeatedly scrolled up and back down again as he tapped his foot. Every day their conversations went like this. Why was he always like this? Was this normal? Were other gaming couples like this too?

‘I don’t know why we’re talking like this when we’re not really dating. But saying these things would just make it worse…’

- You’re so fucking annoying lol. You’re the most fucking annoying man in the world.

Business Partner: Translation – I really fucking like you, but I got caught and that’s annoying.

- lol

Business Partner: Ugh… Now I have to laugh because I got caught again.

- ㅠㅠ

Business Partner: Ugh… Now I have to cry because I got caught again.

It was a situation much like getting stuck between a rock and a hard place. Normally, he would just go silent at this point, but today he felt incredibly bored, so he’d keep it going for just a bit longer. As he was killing time with this meaningless banter, the office door suddenly opened and he heard a pleasant voice:

“Hello. I’m here to repair the air conditioning.”

“Oh! Hello!”

Behind the man, he could nearly see pure white archangel wings unfolding with a soft flutter.

‘Guess the boss didn’t want to die by my hands today yet! Congratulations on extending your lifespan!’

Yeo-woon was so excited that he kicked away from his desk to get up faster.

- I have to go. Someone came to fix the air conditioning!

He quickly left his computer, and less than a minute later, a small message notification window appeared at the bottom of the desktop, accompanied by the sound of another ding.

Business Partner: Hyung, you remember the bet you made with me, right?

(Next Part)

[cloudninetonine]

*hands you a mug of coffee, blinks at the wink and nudge and squints while downing my own mug* ... Well I now have One (1) Sleep Deprived Fear and way too many theories. Though I wouldn't want to bother you with them and sleep deprivation won't let me articulate them xD

On another note, hope you're doing good today. And on a scale of one to ten, how concernedly would Player react if I just, took one of my two guitars, and smashed it hard against both Chrono's and Paradox's heads and knees to vibe check them? Out of curiosity (I have a hot pink one as a gag gift and spare, may as well put it to good use), or a heated frying pan? Also an absolute mood on regards to Leon.S.Kennedy.

Something something, Craein and Player piece in the works (I feel bad for Wild's and Twilight's villain doubles, but at the same time not really, go get some fucking therapy before trying to get near the Guide you crazy hyenas doomed by the narrative, also Craein and Player literally just being the spiderman meme for a couple of seconds) along with the Lora two shot because I have no self control (confirming Oh Hellos and Celtic Woman songs will be used). Snippets incoming once I'm less sleep deprived.

Something something, Fairy Instinct moment for the boys can be when Player is wearing green because funnily enough it's actually a color the Fae are very protective off and they can get offended if people they don't approve of wear it, so Hyrule, his shadow and Time just gravitate towards Player even more than normal when they wear green because not only is it a color associated with the heroes but also with the Fae, and some cultures have the medieval custom of braiding flowers in the intended's hair during courtships or of placing flower crowns, so Player just nonchantly braiding flowers into a Link's hair while they frantically and internally PANIC because they can't tell if Player is saying they want something serious or not, honestly the one's most affected would likely be Hyrule and Wild due to the nature of their eras (Downfall and Post Calamity specially, y'all telling me rings wouldn't be rare/expensive make unless someone brought the materials beforehand? Specially promise rings and the sorts if you don't go to the right place? Actually maybe Twilight and Time too, I don't know why I can see that as an Ordonian or Kokiri custom, throw in Dawn on that ring too, Flora not so much because she literally missed years of culture evolution holding the calamity back, she probably still slips into pre Calamity customs), Add in the fact it's basically an unspoken promise and the boys just internally die. Also Player taking a cue from Princess Bride and just saying "As you wish." Whenever they chicken out of actually saying I love you to the Links or Zelda's and the sheer and utter bafflement or confusion, though I feel like some of them might be able to put two and two together.

Anyway, I'll be napping now, see y'all after TOTK probably.

-Just an Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

Sum, if Player saw you beat both Paradox and Chrono with your guitar they'd probably just join you via their boots and kick some teeth in- these men will experience no mercy with them IOUFDHFI

Leon Kennedy, once again, could tear my heart out and I would only ask he be gentle with it as it now belonged to him. (God I am so down bad for this man)

Also I'm excited for the fics! That your time tho (By now tho you've probably written a novel 💀💀💀 I'm sorry ya'll)

Also from your idea with the green comes another idea- (Not this isn't canon before anyone asks) Green being a very prestigious and expensive colour to wear due to it's association with the fae (and is often a gift from fairies to Hylians and is why most of the boys wear green) so when other fairies find out about the "Guide's return!" there's just baskets of bejeweled, blessed and such clothes left for Player all in the colour of green.

[k1ll3r-k4rg0]

Pain (again)

Rating: PG13 (cw suicide, cw pain)

ficlet | all the angels say you are all to blame during main storyline | fluff / angst / comfort / whump | original characters vini x quinn (demolition lovers)

Quinn has another nightmare and wakes up hurting. Vini doesn't have a choice except to comfort him.

Quinn cries in short bursts, whimpering between each breath, trembling all over. He chokes up, his breathing tripping over himself as he feels the tears spill out hot on his cheeks, enough to stain but not enough to spill over. "Shhhh," Vini says. "Shhh, puppy it's okay it's okay…" He rubs his back, and Quinn buries his face in his chest.

A/N: I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing with this format. Trying to have an intro so you don't have the whole damn thing on your dash even tho it's only 768 words. does this work? will any one read this?? i really like them. they're really cool to me and im pretty proud of how ive been able to write descriptively recently

In his dream, he's chasing his uncle. He's racing toward him to take the gun from him before he shoots himself. He's reaching out for him, but some force is pulling him back, yanking him away, and his uncle becomes small and far away and the brains he blows out a faint red dot but the sound is agonizing. Distinct and loud over the sound of pouring rain. Not rain. The shower.

Again Quinn's ripped out of his uncles hands. Again he's thrown to the street cold and alone. Again he's forced to be alone.

He stumbles and it's bright again and there's Vini and Vini says "You shouldn't have left me" and then his voice drops pitch and he says "I waited for you and you left me" and then Vini's in his uncles place and Vini's got the gun to his own head and Vini's squeezing the trigger.

He always squeezes wrong, so he doesn't die, just blows his brains out.

Quinn always wakes to the sound of Vini's agonizing, dying screams. He's panting, breathing hard, in a cold sweat. It's dark and he doesn't know where he is or who he is.

He's scared. Trembling again. His head hurts. His right side hurts (his leg his arm his wrist his ribs). He can't breathe. He clutches the sheets in his hands (sheets. Bed). Tries to ground himself but all he feels is pain. The gunshot wound from yesterday crying out. Old wounds aching. Fuck it hurts. Fuck he's tired. He hasn't be able to rest well at all since the fuckup last week. Sweating in his sleep. Again with these damn nightmares.

He doesn't know what he'll do if he loses Vini. He doesn't know if he can live.

He's aware of someone whimpering, and he realizes with sick in his stomach it's his own voice. He's whimpering.

Something stirs next to him. Someone. Light.

He shuts his eyes, and warm hands find him. Pull him close.

He's hyperventilating now. Can't breathe. Throat closing up. He clutches whoever's got him really really tightly. Everything hurts so fucking much. It's a full body ache, like he hasn't moved any of it in centuries. The gunshot wound a bright blooming flower of pain dancing on the edge of his vision, and the rest a slow leaden sludge that sinks into his stomach, into his balls. Chokes him. He's locked up, afraid if he moves anything it'll cry out in further pain. All his bones ache. His muscles ache.

His heart aches.

He's whimpering, and Vini (it has to be, it feels like him) just tugs him closer, stroking the back of his head. Quinn's breathing quickens and he pulls Vini and his breath hitches in the back of his throat and a whine escapes him, then a pathetic sob. He cries in short bursts, whimpering between each breath, trembling all over. He chokes up, his breathing tripping over himself as he feels the tears spill out hot on his cheeks, enough to stain but not enough to spill over.

"Shhhh," Vini says. "Shhh, puppy it's okay it's okay…" He rubs his back, and Quinn buries his face in his chest. He cries like he wants his mommy, which he does. He wants his mommy, he misses his uncle, he wishes everything was okay, he wishes it would stop hurting so much, he wishes it'd all go quiet.

Vinis arms are strong and warm around him.

"You're safe," Vini says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Don't leave me," Quinn whimpers. "Please Vini, don't leave."

Vinis grip on him tightens, and for a second, he folds. He lets it go.

"Okay," he says. "I'm here puppy. I'm never letting you go." Quinn mutters something that sounds like "I love you" but Vini ignores it. He can't let himself be vulnerable. He can't let Quinn in more than he already has.

Quinn's just gonna leave in the end.

But right now, he needs him, and Vini's happy to provide. He pets him, and Quinn folds into his embrace. He tugs at his clothes and he pushes himself against Vini, his breathing slowing. He feels safe here. Loved. Wanted.

"You're okay," Vini says, and he thinks, you'll leave just like everyone else has, and he thinks, god I wish you really loved me like I love you, and his eyes shut, and as Quinn wraps his arms around Vini back, as Quinn pulls him close, Vini's breathing regulates, slows. His eyes stay shut.

He sleeps, safe.

[pagib1g]

2, 5, and 8 in General and Domestic for the One And Only Lamar

[VINE BOOM] ok this is gonna be long so buckle up and sit down ye who enter also pep i wasnt sure which numbers for which set so im doing 2, 5, and 8 for both general and domestic

thank u peppy my beloved @bittersweet-n-smilin

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

imo theyve yet to have one but theyre at that point where its obvious they like each other. i like to think lamar would be more conscious about them and what they might like to do as opposed to seeing them as like, another hookup. the uncharacteristic hesitance would probably piss franklin off lol

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

let me check—

…good lord

(that's 5'2 and 6'7, for the record.)

id say their age difference is like, give or take four years (21 - my sona, 25 - lamar)

8. Who gets jealous easier?

lamar lol but its also a matter of who's more vocal about their jealousy. when he gets jealous he's very open about it. hed probably annoy franklin into helping him get the other person to back off or something but like other than that? i think hed mostly be pretty harmless. my sona is generally more Levelheaded about it but would probably have mad intrusive thoughts lmaoooo

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

lamar doesnt seem like a wedding OR a marriage kind of person tbh and while my sona would occasionally dream of having a nice, traditional ceremony it's not like it's a Huge requirement for them or a wish theyd die to fulfill so they wouldnt ask for a proposal. however. i think if they spent enough years together OR if he panics and thinks one of them could die soon, he WOULD pop the question (he could propose during a spontaneous shootout imo). theyd have a courthouse marriage as opposed to a traditional ceremony but i dont think itd be a solemn affair or anything. thered be some elements of a traditional wedding (theyd kiss in the courthouse). all of his friends are there (franklins the best man)

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

neither of them are particularly strict, but my sona would be the "firmer" parent. lamar is the "fun" dad whod teach their kid how to ride a bike, and my sona is the "lame" mom whos trying to make sure neither of them drive straight into a ditch. either way tho, one thing both of them ARE strict about is safety. lamar would believe their kid should toughen up, but not to the point of compromising the kid's safety. hed outright give his life for his family. my sona, on the other hand? theyre the quiet mom whos unexpectedly terrifying when its time to confront a particularly mean teacher or the parent of their kid's bully (lamar thinks its hot).

that being said, while not directly related to the question; it takes a village to raise a child, so lamars friends would probably be involved in helping raise the kid.

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

1. everyone is there.

2. there is food.

all in all i think it would be a very packed gathering.

[zestrya]

just finished reading tokyo revengers and boy oh boy.

mild spoilers ahead:

first of all, mikey is so bitchy, goddammit bro, just accept their help. i cried everytime he would insist on pushing takemichi and the others away, like bro, okay, ur curse's strong n all, but what's wrong with at least talking with them damn it! u fucked ur best friend face and ur brother died, but that's all the more reason to look for someone to lean on. he knew takemichi would try to help him no matter if he said what was happening or not, so couldn't he at least make it easier by opening the game with him.

his mentality about strong is all fucked up, for real, before he goes on about his life, he should seriously look for a therapist.

n let's not forget about shinichiro, honestly, just a pitiful guy out there who's a little messed up in the head, I'm just wondering how he didn't get worse than he already was, after watching so many people die and even killing someone with his own hands just to try and save his brother and the people he loves, honestly, he's another self sacrificing guy just like takemichi, just with a few more screws loose. didn't have to suffer through all that, tbh, but without him the story wouldn't even exist.

then.... sanzu, dude, i prefer to not talk about, so I'll just say: therapy, it's good for the mental health. a sob story indeed, but fuuck, i wouldn't go anywhere near this guy if i saw him with any sort of cutting weapon in hands. actually, scratch that, I'd NEVER take a step into this guy field of vision. he's hot tho.

the shiba siblings... I'll just pass as: taiju is one hell of a crazy fucker. bless.

koko, dead people don't return and u shouldn't be giving the cold shoulder to your friend like that. honestly, i cried so much at inupi fight at the end, he's such a baby, he didn't deserve all that, neither of them.

kazutora..................... our local psycho. damn, i don't know what to say about him, dude gave me such a huge impression, but i think that's just me liking freaks with droopy eyes. seriously tho, he was one of those that got caught in mikey's karma like a bitch, besides, how tf do you even kill someone a shift the blame to someone who's, like, never asked for you to steal nothing.

baji got swept under the rug so many times i don't even know what to expect anymore, he's so fucked up i honestly pity him a little, still, even when he's one of the characters i wasn't particularly fond of, he's one of the quirkiest among the founders bunch, and definitely, hes not easy to forget since chifuyu makes sure to remember about him every damn time.

and chifuyu to close, for now at least, basically he's a simp. jk, man, was he one of the characters that evolved as the story went on, i got a little pissed at his attitude sometimes, but he's the man to get your back, too bad his spotlight on the last fight wasn't too big, but i like that we can see how much he takes after takemichi, never giving up as long as there's someone who's still standing, in this case, our precious time leaper. he's definitely the right choice to be narrating the last chapter.

and just remembering all that I'm crying all over again, definitely it wasn't something I'll regret reading, and will probably be rereading after some time, it won't be the same feeling, maybe i won't even like it as much, but i can't deny that i got attached.

I'll be finishing this one by here, maybe i'll do another going step by step on my fav characters, but for now all i will say is.

the finish may have been lazy or forced? maybe, but i wouldn't have it any other way. for our crybaby protagonist and his legion of gangster i wouldn't anything more than the happiest ending, even to the more lunatic ones yes taiju/sanzu, i'm looking at you. they already suffered enough, they paid their prices, so at least that ending was a moment of respite to then.

i almost forgot, but what the heck where the first gen even doing in the middle of the kids fight? like.... wakasa and benkei, aren't you even ashamed????? you guys retired years ago. dude, the fight left them, but they haven't left the fight it seems.

[hwajin]

#! — ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴋᴢ

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i'm so hyped for christmas and i LOVE the time right before the holidays so here's a couple headcanons for the season jfjejdne, enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating and a warm and cozy time to everyone who isn't <3

ᴄʜᴀɴ

sir makes an advent calender for you for sure 😩😩. like he doesn't buy one, he goes the extra mile and gets an idea to make 24 special presents for you HIMSELF (all of them rather small becasue he doesn't want them to overshine the main present on christmas eve, yet thoughtful enough for you to absolutely MELT at the fact he put so much effort into a seemingly irrelevant thing such as an advent calender???). honestly, in general, pre christmas and winter time, december all throughout january, is SO incredibly soft with this man. cuddles all the way, if not in bed cuz he has to work then on his lap WHILE he's working fr. both of you in hoodies of his, both of you in fluffy socks that keep you warm. you dozing off at some point, him giggling about it and taking a pic to keep the memory, and it's just all so warm and soft and cuddly :(((

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

COOKS SO MUCH FOR YOU 😩😩. like he's in charge for christmas dinner so he needs to run some test meals and it's convenient that you're there cuz you can just taste test everything <33. is so sweet when he runs up to you with a hot spoon in his hand and tells you to blow first before digging in. in general the whole of december is very sweet with him but on a very lowkey level. he wouldn't go all in with being overly romantic, wouldn't die to visit winter markets with you — but seeing how much you like the sparkling lights that illuminate the city and how much joy it brings you to stroll around, kicking the snow beneath your feet, he can't help it and sees himself wishing to go out for yet another walk in the cold with you. oh and you can BET there's gonna be endless snowball fights. like endless. lino'd definitely keep track of who won last time and either is trying to get a revenge or would egg you on to get back at him. really just for the fun of it, he loves sillying around with you whenever you step foot into the snow <3.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

ice skating dates allll the way, and winter market strolls!! boy is definitely a sucker for everything sweet and romantic around christmas and is so soft with you throughout all of december (he is always, but when the temperatures are cold it feels like he's this much more drawn to you, searching for warmth in your embrace and providing you with a warming body as well). and he eats SO much with you omg!!! like when you remind him of dieting or healthy eating man's is JUDGING YOU SO HARD cuz when else would you be able to go to a winter market when the snow is falling and order some chocolate covered fruits and roasted almonds and drink mulled wine and get all comfy and tired and sleepy together and end up sharing drunken kisses on your way home??? like that is a ONCE in a life time experience and he will throw every principle of healthy eating out the window if it means munching and sipping stuff in your company <333.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

SO IN LOVE WITH CHRISTMAS R U KIDDING. christmas time and especially pre christmas time is the very best with him. when you wake up to see it snowing — mind you, especially if it's the first ever snow this year — he will get so sappy and romantic and be all like 'we're soulmates now cuz we saw the first snow together' and he'll stay cuddling you for a while longer SUFFOCATING YOU before begging to go out with him to feel the falling snow on his face and hands. will also ADORE visiting winter markets with you, having some wintery food like roasted almonds and mulled wine which he gets so sleepy from. like he loves watching ppl being happy and winter markets give him the perfect view for it — most importantly loves seeing you happy tho, and the smile you have painted on your face while strolling around with him is unbeatable. also fucking loves to simply cuddle up at home with just the two of you alone and unbothered, not necessarily watching a movie even, but simply sitting and being warm together. like that's all he needs to be happy fr.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

i feel like boy loves mulled wine so much you'd have to carry him home because he never learns and drinks WAY too fucking much because it's so tasty and ends up barely able to stand up straight. also just very loves all the snacks and cookies and sweets around the holidays, like will buy so much ginger bread it's crazy you'll end up eating it up until like february. OH AND GINGER BREAD HOUSE COMPETITIONS !!!! like he'd see it on tiktok at some point, people competing in building ginger bread houses and he simply NEEDS to know who'd win between the two of you. you'd blast some christmas playlist — not before going to shop for the ingrediants together and probably forgetting a couple because you just can't coordinate — and you'd set a timer to add a bit to the competition feeling. hanji SINGS his lungs out on every single christmas song, tries outsinging mariah carey and at some point you can't help but ask him to tone it down because your ears — as good of a singer as he is — can only take this much.

ғᴇʟɪx

BAKING DATES. LOTS OF THEM. like he loves baking normally anyways but doesn't want to overdo it if there's no occassion, but winter calls for baking millions of cookies on end and handing them out to every single friend he has (and their families, he just loves spoiling people). and he finds it so cute when the two of you get to bake together, like especially if you're normally not a big baker he LOVES kinda teaching and guiding you on what to do. every baking session would end up kinda messily because of mysterious reasons (you claim tho that it's never your fault the cookies look a bit ugly or are way sweeter than they should be), but despite that both you and him can laugh about it, enjoying that not everything has to go perfect for the both of you to have fun. is definitely a fan of winter markets, mentions WAY too often that it's WAY too cold tho so he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling up on the sofa with classic christmas movies and being all fuzzy and warm and soft <33.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

is such a perfectionist when decorating the house OMG. you'd go decoration shopping with him, setting on a vibe and theme before spending WAY too much money and ending up only using like half the stuff anyways. and tho he has to say a LOT about where certain stuff should be hanging it's nevertheless so much fun to spend the time with him, getting your own four walls looking as pretty and wintery as ever. he'd be teasing you so much for no good reason other than to annoy you (and because he loves how much you always react to it), like messing with the christmas ball you want to hang up on the tree, or putting sparkly garlands around your neck, or suddenly coming up to you and planting a kiss right to your lips and watching you get incredibly flustered. omg and singing christmas songs with him??? or like, listening to him sing more than you singing yourself, but whenever a classic plays on the radio he hums with it and it warms your heart so so much you melt into a small puddle upon his voice filling the warm home.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

no cuz boy is so soft throughout winter :(((. i know he plans your present months prior so he's all set for WEEKS simply to not stress over gifts, especially for you. puts lots of thought into the present as well, important to get you something meaningful that you'd be able to remember him by. the moment the first snow falls he's DRAGGING you outside with him, having snowball fights and building snowpeople and tackling you onto the ground to make snow angels <33. OMG and do y'all know those snow duck presses??? the ones where you put some snow in between and press together and a snow duck appears??? he'd have ordered it early enough to be SO prepared to use it when there's enough snow outside, making a whole army of little snow ducks and taking pics of them with you and him in front <333.

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[lexosaurus]

I just read your take "Danny was wearing rubber gloves" and I'm like wait. Hold on. YOURE RIGHT. But then like, how did he die? What killed him if not the electricity? Do you have a hot take on that? 👀

Oh no I was more referring to the lichtenberg au fanon thing where the figures begin at his hand (which was gloved). That's not necessarily a reflection on how he died, which 100% would be getting toasted by the portal. In the canon shot, the ecto-electricity comes at him from all angles. Rubber suit or not, there is no surviving that.

But on the topic of the lichtenberg figures specifically, there is a lot of really great explanations under the post. Here's some of the highlights:

The lichtenberg figures would actually start at his head, and then they'd travel through his body.

It's not the gloves that doesn't make sense, it's the button itself because the capsule would be automatically protecting him from the electricity (tho I mean personal note here, Jack Fenton built it so)

Rubber gloves only work to a certain point. OSHA actually has different types of rubber glove thicknesses for this exact reason. If there was enough electricity, the rubber would get melted instantly and then the electricity would travel up his arm.

Jack and Maddie aren't really ones for caring about lab safety to begin with so if the suit was worn or hadn't been checked in a while, there could have been a small hole or tear in the glove and that would have been enough

If the glove isn't made from 100% rubber, then it would be melted and the electricity is free to travel inside his body

The lichtenberg figures are a psychosomatic response basically where because Danny associates pressing the button to him dying, his ghost form has them reflected onto his skin

It's ecto-electricity so it doesn't really care about rubber or physics

On a similar note, also akin to #3, they're literally punching a hole into another dimension. Burning through a thin rubber glove would be quite easy.

Not exactly answering your question, but here are my favorite takes from the discussion

[mathmusic8]

(...I did write this tho, which could be, like, the ending of the above fic)

In a new future, the four turtle brothers wake up after an overnight hangout feeling weirdly super extra glad to see each other--none of them had slept well and they can't remember their dreams, just that they were bad. Except Raph, who's a bit shellshocked (oops pun)

Once everyone had moved past the weirdly emotional hugs, Leo tried to play it off--he clutched his stomach and groaned, "Mikey, what was in that pizza?!"

Mikey gasped in horrified outrage. "You love my pizza! Don't you dare pin this on my cooking--" 

Meanwhile, Donnie was in full gathering-data-mode, tapping away furiously at his phone. He ignored Mikey and Leo long enough to record a rough outline of the event, and then he called out over them, "Just to confirm, all of us had horrible nightmares and none of us remember them, correct?"

"I do," Raph said, his voice still hoarse with emotion.

All the arguing stopped. Raph's hands were fisted on his knees, and when he looked up at his brothers, his eyes were misty.

"We died. There was an invasion, and we fought it for years, but all of us--we all--"

He choked up, and Mikey was in front of him in an instant, prying one of his hands open so he could thread their six fingers together. "Hey, hey, it's okay--we're all right here, Raph, it was just a dream. We're fine."

Raph took in a shuddering breath and pulled Mikey into a hug.

Leo and Donnie shared a nod, and they moved in tandem to sit on either side of Raph and make it a proper group hug.

Raph started talking, describing in near-horrific detail how hard they all fought against an alien invasion, how Raph had been the first to die but the dream had followed the rest of the brothers until their each met their end--Donnie was next, and then at the very end Mikey was shortly followed by Leo.

The other three listened and sniffled and sat there hugging each other for a long time.

When Raph was finished, Leo started cracking jokes, and soon they were all laughing, and the next thing they knew they were brawling, and aliens and nightmares quickly faded from their minds.

---

Donnie was next. He woke in the dead of night with a gasp and immediately called Raph. They talked long after the sun had risen, and when Donnie insisted on an emergency family council, Mikey and Leo were surprised but of course showed up. They were dumbfounded when Donnie threw his arms around each of them in turn.

"No more sticking your hand into unknown devices," Donnie growled, jabbing a finger into Leo's cheek. "If I ever have to build you a proesthetic limb, I swear--"

Leo grinned, turned, and licked him.

Chaos ensued.

---

Mikey had the dream next. He didn't like to talk about it.

He did, however, mark the calendar and called for a secret meeting very early in the morning on that day, promising to make pancakes and hot chocolate.

Leo wasn't informed.

---

When Leo woke from the dream, he spent a long, long time sitting on the side of his bed, trying to come to terms with all.

If the dream was real--and how could it not be? It slid neatly into his memory like a long-lost puzzle piece--it had been his choice, his mistake that had ended the world.

It took all of them--all four turtle brothers and a dystopian version of Casey Jones Jr.--traveling back in time to fix everything.

Eventually, Leo shuffled into his kitchen and stumbled in shock when he saw all three of his brothers gathered around his table, sipping from steaming mugs and eating pancakes as fast as they came off of Mikey's skillet.

"Morning!" Mikey waved with his spatula.

Donnie leaned his chin on his fist and cocked an eyebrow at Leo with a smirk. "Rough night?"

"Hey bro," Raph waved his mug with a soft smile. "You're outta milk."

Leo didn't say a word, not one quip or hint of outrage at the empty milk carton on the table, just walked forward and gave Raph the biggest, tightest hug he'd ever given in his life.

Donnie tried to sneak past them to snag another pancake, but Leo grabbed him and pulled him in, ignoring Donnie's obligatory scoffing and groaning. Donnie didn't even fight that hard, settling into the embrace with a sigh and a suspicious sniffle.

After a moment, Leo raised his head and locked eyes with his littlest brother, who was clutching his spatula to his chest and smiling shakily past his tears. 

"Mikey. You... you saved us, Mikey. It killed you, but you saved the world." Leo took in a deep breath and smiled, reaching towards him and demanding, "Get your mystic butt over here."

Luckily Mikey remembered to turn off the stove before he joined the brother hug because they didn't move for a long, long time.

I'd love to see a Future Leo fic where more than just Leo comes back

He's first, yeah, but like a month later Future Donnie shows up. Everyone's understandably delighted, baffled, etc.

The gang chalks it up to Mikey's magic hands and winking and decides not to question too much

Then Mikey shows up

He would appear in the nick of time, right at the climax of some huge fight or something and save the day--maybe the Foot Clan nearly steals the key back and Future Mikey swoops in and tips the balance so our heroes can nab it back and destroy it for good

Once the dust settles, Future Mikey gives them all a big grin and says Raph will be there in a sec. Future Leo has to sit down.

Once all four original turtles are together again, they all group up around Future Mikey. With their help, he opens a time portal back to the future, which is bright and beautiful and alive, and they all go back and live happily ever--

Oh man, wait--that means Casey has to choose tho

Oofta

...I really wanna say he stays with the teenagers for whatever reason. Like, especially if we take the approach that he was Cassandra's cousin's kid and she adopted him when there was no one else left--then in the new future, Casey would have parents he never really knew, and he already has a home here in the past, and somehow it just magically works--like maybe his real parents have a baby girl instead or something. I dunno y'all I'm just spitballing here

I'm still way too new in the fandom to write anything, and I'm not at all familiar with the NYC setting outside of pop culture, so I don't know if I'll ever write in it anyway.

But I'd read that fic

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

I just read your jeremy thirst and oh my god its so good, imagine if dion would take a liking towards them tho💀, and i hope that you're doing well and dont forget to drink water! Love u <33

i mean, knowing that dion was prone to doing anything to get under roxanne's skin as seen in the manhwa, and had even pissed jeremy off. jeremy is also shown to harbor distaste for dion, so he'd probably just take his time in toying with you and leaving behind very noticeable and burning hickies and bites, knowing damn well that it'll just only piss off his younger brother even more.

also big fat warning, bc it's fucking dion, and anyone who's read the manhwa or novel knows that anything this man does is enough to put him on the fbi's watchlist,,

dion's vision burns at the sight of you. the sight of your body trembling underneath his touch, like a little rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. it's cute, amusing, and thrilling.

he likes toying around with you, loves taunting you with the idea of hope before crushing it with his bare hands. the faces that you make when he tugs and tugs on the chain to your collar, courtesy of jeremy, makes something in him burn. now he can understand why that brat kept you around, not even bothering to tear you apart to expose your insides to depraved eyes or let his pets have a new snack.

" ghhkー! sーstop!" you choke and heave when he finally stops tugging on the damn chain, ignoring the way his red eyes bore and burn into youーit's so fucking disgusting. drool leaks out from your mouth as if you were a rabid dog, but you've learned to not really care about that anymore. well, you do, but it's not like it matters, not right now.

"ー!" your breath chokes in your throat when movement from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. dion crouches down in front of you, one knee down as if proposingーheh, how funnyー and his big hands reach for your neck. your crushed and bruised windpipe.

" stー!" the words die in your mouth as his fingers graze the back of the collar, before the sound of metal clinking against each other. you grunt as it begins to loosen, only squeezing onceーbarely. an imprisoned breath flows from your parted lips as the collar falls to the cold floor with a loud and metallic clunk.

" aーah.." you hadn't realized how long it'd been since the collar had been removed, no thanks to jeremy and his attempts to make you look at him, perhaps to fill that void of love he could never have. but the most the damn brat could do was just push and push, frustration only growing at your defiance.

" ... " dion stays quiet, watching as you weakly squeeze and grope at your throat, heavily breathing at the lack of a constrictive hold. you don't even know why he's here in the first placeーto just kill off whatever remained of you? why, you were already on the verge of giving up anyway, so whyー?

" your neck." you jolt when his deep voice, now like death to your ears, speaks up after a prolonged silence from him. " it's healed." just that blunt statement is enough to shake your very core.

he knows, you knowーthe possessive and frequent indents left behind are gone. it's obvious why he knows, no thanks to jeremy having paraded you around like a trophy to anyone willing to spare a glance. and dion, unfortunately, had been one to have seen you.

dion pushes forward, bloody red eyes boring so deep into yours that they're beginning to feel like daggers digging and scraping inside your cranium. his face is uncomfortably close to yours, and if this were under different circumstances, a different life perhaps, you would've found him to be handsome. but he's nothing but another demon to torment and make you cry until your very being breaks.

a choked breath that's akin to a sob breaks free when dion's hands suddenly grip your wrists, holding them with such force that you're sure bruises are already forming. you can't even protest or get a word in edgeways because before you can even make a noise, dion's scorching hot breath fans across your skin, burning like a desert wind.

" stoー" those killed words feel like poison on your lips as dion's lips trace and press against your neck, and you momentarily freeze up. it ticklesーa shudder breaks through your body as you try to lean away, but to little avail. dion won't let go.

" right here." he breathes, and you feel his now open mouth begin to nibble at the dip of your collarboneーgently, like a curious first bite. but where he nibbled, he devoured.

" ghhー! mmnhh..!" biting your lip, you just clench your eyes shut tightly as dion's teeth sink into the flesh of your collarbone, digging and pressing deep enough to draw blood. it feels less like a human biting you and more like a monster savoring its meal, enjoying how its prey drowned in despair.

no matter how much you push back against him, it's utterly uselessーhe's an agriche, this sort of struggle is nothing more than a measly insect being crushed underfoot for him. but it's better than just sitting there and letting it happen. you feel like puking from the sheer pain and utter humiliation assaulting you.

your nails can't even reach far enough to lash at him, so instead, you dig them into the flat of your palm, hard enough to break and pierce the skin. but you don't care, the pain will be uncomfortable, yes, but it would be better than to focus on dion's bites across your skin.

seeming satisfied, or perhaps bored with just bites, dion begins to suck and lick at the wounds, wetly and horribly loving every inch of bruised skin.

" mmnhh...sーshit...unnhh..!" and what's worse is that it feels somewhat good, despite the horrible pain left behind by that damn bastard's teeth. it's enough to make your head spin and your cheeks growing hotter with each passing second of his mouth on your skin. " d...ion...stoー"

he doesn't, dion doesn't stop. he just keeps going, now occasionally pressing kisses in between each new hickey he makes across your skin, like paint across a canvas. it's becoming too much, too overwhelming and you feel like you're gonna pass out if he doesn't stop.

" stop struggling. just accept it." when dion finally pulls away, he's no longer stoic. he's smiling, smugly like he's just won a new trophy. but it terrifies you, and you feel like crying, but hold it in. he wants you to cry and see your puffy eyes dewy with tears as you beg for an end to his physical love.

" so just let it happen." his eyes drift down to your lips, and you feel a part of you die on the inside.