#ofc you're allowed to!! in fact i encourage you to >;)

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So we're allowed to simp to woman...

I'm sorry, I love how tou draw them...

Wait can I have Error..?

dw she'll still tolerate your existence as long as you are a safe 3 foot away from her at all times<3333

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Let Go

group : ateez

pairing : ex boyfriend!idoll!yunho × reader

genre : angst

wc : 4.3 k

tw : break up, angst, accident , dark theme (do not read if you're susceptible to dark thoughts)

a/n : i got this idea from reading @nonclassyparty's series, the 'subtle variations of heartbreak' particularly the yunho one and I'm not in a mentally good place so ofc i thought about this lmao

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Yunho was never one to loom in the past. His motto had always been 'just keep swimming' so he made sure that whatever happened in his life, he would go with it and just face it like a man. That was why people thought Yunho was so perfect, he had no regrets. But they would be wrong. Out of all the things in the world, there was one thing he regretted the most and being back at the place where it all began stirred something in Yunho. Maybe it was a mix of nostalgia and guilt, but whatever it is, the pain was a bit addicting as it allowed him to indulge in the memory of you.

It was around the time he graduated from high school. Everyone was excited to go forward, most of his friends had passed the college entrance exam while some had decided to continue their family business. That was what people expected from his town which was why when Yunho announced that he was going to focus on being an idol and move to the heart of the country, people were thrilled.

One of those people was you.

You had been Yunho's rock ever since you both started dating in the 9th grade, sticking together through thick and thin, you with your studies and Yunho with his training. It was hard but you both made it work and you both became the school's power couple, the couple who will end up together no matter what. In fact, you had been the one encouraging Yunho to pursue training no matter the distance while you helped as best as you could. So you both really had gone through everything including fights because you both were tired, had doubts over the future, and bad exam results from your hakwon and his monthly evaluation. You both wet through all that and still stuck together.

So it made sense that even after you got accepted to a prestigious university in KAIST, you still made plans to be in Yunho's life. Little did you know, he wasn't planning the same.

It was one afternoon and you were scrolling through your course catalogue with your mom while discussing how to move your things to the dorm in two weeks time when there was a knock on the front door, surprising you and your mom. But it wasn't a surprise to see Yunho on the other side with a small smile on his face. You noticed that he had been rather gloomy this past couple of weeks and you thought that it was because he was sad that he was going to be separated from you. Well, in a sense he was.

"Hi Mrs. (y/l/n), can I borrow (y/n) for a while?" Yunho politely asked for permission which had become some sort of redundant request since your mom would actually be the one to encourage you two to spend more time together. Even though you lived on the same street, your mom knew that as youngsters in love, no amount of time is enough time, especially with what's just up ahead. So it didn't really surprise you when your mom practically pushed you out the door and told you to not worry about coming home late, she had even given you and Yunho some money to spend.

So you both found yourselves walking side-by-side with ice cream in your hands. You both got an ice cream cone of your favourite flavours. But not even the sweetness of the treat managed to melt the sourness off of Yunho's face. You had even tried to hold Yunho's hand as you both walked slowly from the convenience store but he was too deep in his thought to even notice. Heck, he was too deep in his thought to utter a single word.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, Yunho abruptly halted his steps and turned to look at you.

"We need to break up," he stated.

For a moment you thought you heard wrong so you tried chuckling it off, "Um, what?" you asked awkwardly, feeling your heartbeat rising. Yunho sighed and stood firm, "We need to break up," he repeated, the same intonation and cadence making him seem so robotic and detached. But even then you recognize the seriousness which caused your eyebrows to furrow, "Wait, what the hell? Why? Where is this coming from?" Without wavering, Yunho looked directly into your eyes determinedly, "We are about to journey our own paths. Let's not hold each other back," and you couldn't help but get more confused, "Hold each other back? What- Where- How-," it was obvious that the logic alludes you because you had planned the perfect strategy to still maintain your relationship with Yunho while he was preparing for his debut and you for your education.

Then an idea hit you.

"Did the company ask you to break up with me?" Now it was Yunho who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Did you tell them before we could make a plan on how to tell them?" you added.

You both were well aware that once Yunho's debut date got nearer you two would have to press pause on the relationship in a way. You both knew that it was unrealistic for an idol to be dating not because he was trying to put his fans first but more because you didn't want his dedication to stray. You knew how a relationship can cause someone to lose sight of their goal and Yunho would be sharing his goal with apparently seven other people, one whom you've grown to like as he was just like the gentle giant of a boyfriend you had. So you both were planning on telling the company together, trusting them to protect Yunho and should it come down to it, you as well.

"No, they don't even know I'm dating anyone. But you made a good point, I don't feel comfortable going through a commitment with my agency with this big of a secret weighing me down."

The words Yunho used hurt you because first, he insinuated that he WANTED the breakup not because you two should and then he was basically saying that you were in the way.

So you scoffed and crossed your arms on your chest, standing up to him, "So I'm a burden now?" Even during your previous fights with Yunho, he'd know when he'd struck a nerve and he would either take it back or explain what he actually meant. But the sigh he let out before answering you gave you the chills and not the good ones. "If you're going to act this way then yes, I think you're a burden now." You didn't know how Yunho was able to say such things to you so easily because you know for a fact that had it been you in his position, no matter the situation, you wouldn't have been able to say something with such gravity towards someone you know you live with what you can only discern as nonchalance.

If Yunho felt bad at the way you reacted to his harsh words, shoulders slumped and eyes glassy, he was doing a particularly great job at hiding it. Even as you sniffled and wiped some stray tears away, the look on Yunho's face didn't change. It wasn't like you were expecting for him to change his mind or take back his words just because you were looking so pathetic, but you didn't expect him to seem so detached either.

"Look, this was bound to happen anyways, (y/n), you know it. We had agreed that we would pause our relationship when-" "PAUSE, Yunho, not BREAK UP!" you cut him off, this time unable to hold your emotion at bay. "Well, why wait? Why do we have to wait to take a pause when I FINALLY debuted? Even then, why should we hang onto each other, hovering in uncertainties for God knows how long? I don't want to live like that, (y/n), not when I'm leaving tonight!"

As if things weren't already so abrupt and surprising for you, you were thrown with the newest revelation. The plan was for you two to leave home on the same day, preventing the other to remain in loneliness in the place you both shared so many memories with. But truly, this was a betrayal on top of more betrayal.

Considering the situation Yunho had put you in, it was hard to not believe that Yunho didn't care at all about you. In the past 10 minutes, he had hurt you more than anyone else ever did in your life and you just want to get away.

So you did.

You took a step back and sighed in defeat, looking at him for what you thought would be the last time ever, "Well then, I wish you the luck you deserve, Yunho. Truly, I hope your decision stays with you longer than you allowed me to." With that, you turned around and walked back home alone, crying the whole way, leaving Yunho in his spot to let the reality of what happened sink in. He never expected you to react well, he was breaking up with you or goodness sake, but he never expected the situation to taste so bitter in his mouth. All he could do was hope that it was truly for the best. Regret be damned.

"So how are the boys, Yunho?" his mom asked, smiling at her eldest as he slurped down his noodles. Yunho took a moment to chew his food properly before answering, "They're great. We've been so busy with work, we don't even have time to argue properly," he joked, making his parents laugh, "How's Gunho? How's the house?" The question made his mom roll her eyes, "You wouldn't have to ask if you come home! We've moved to the new neighbourhood for two years already and you barely spent two weeks in total!" because home is not home when (y/n) is not around, "Sorry mom, my schedule is very unpredictable so I can't really do anything about it." Thankfully, his dad chimed in, nodding along, "He's right honey, you know Yoo Seunghwan's son, the one working at that corporation thing, he's worked so hard that he couldn't even stay back during that school reunion! You remember that, right Yunho?" of course Yunho remembered. It was the first high school reunion and Yunho had to reject the invitation, saying that he was expected to go abroad around that time when in fact, he didn't want to face you. Not since the last time he saw you. And it wasn't even that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

In all honesty, Yunho had been thinking about you nonstop these past couple of months. It had been years since Yunho saw, talked, or even heard about you. He became irrational, actively avoiding people just so he wouldn't know how much you thrived without him while he remembered the night of his debut when he cried himself to sleep and had to be consoled by San, Mingi, and Wooyoung who thought he was emotional over the achievement when in fact he was crying because he had worked so hard for the debut and that he wouldn't have been ab;e to go that far had it not been for your support but now that the moment arrived, he couldn't share it with you. It was then that he realized how badly he fucked up by breaking things off with you so coldly. You meant so much to him but he let stress get the best of him so much so that he took it out on you. He could still remember the way you looked at him and no, it wasn't that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

"Do you guys know what happened to (y/n)?"

Yunho froze when he realized he had accidentally blurted out the question. He had wondered internally, of course but he didn't mean to ask it out loud. He was about to take it back when he saw the way his parents looked at each other weirdly.

"What?" He asked, curious, "Do you guys know something?" he pressed, now curious. While his dad avoided his gaze, his mom was looking at him with pity in her eyes.

"Oh my God, she got married didn't she?" Yunho choked, feeling his heart clench so painfully, thinking that he had lost you to another man. Not that it should have meant anything to Yunho considering he was the one who tossed you aside so easily.

His mom frantically tried to calm him down, disliking the distressed look on her son's face. "No, no, no, no, no, honey, no! It's nothing like that, believe me! It's just..." she trailed off, slapping his dad on the arm to make him look at her. One stern look and he sighed, relenting and nodding, "I guess he should know. It's about time," he said. Yunho stared at his parents with furrowed eyebrows, "Know about what?" he asked, but his mom only smiled sadly, "We'll take you there after this." The way they were acting and speaking made Yunho worry and he started internally blaming himself for not trying to get an update about you sooner. It would have probably been a better idea for him to still keep in touch but again, the pain of remembering that it was his fault that the whole thing even happened in the first place was more than he could bear. He was being so pathetic.

The rest of the lunch was concluded rather quickly after that and soon enough Yunho found himself in the backseat of his parents' car.

Another wave of nostalgia washed over him as he watched over the road, remembering the last time he had passed the same street which was the same day he broke up with you. The very last time he had seen you with his own two eyes, shrouded in the darkness of the night but still very much visible to his eyes.

Yunho decided not to dilly-dally, shoved everything he needed to bring into the trunk of his parent's car, and slammed the door shut. At the same time, he turned around to get back inside the house to call for his parents, he saw you slamming the door of your house and speed-walking to the other side of the road as if trying to get away in a rush. Had it been any other time, Yunho would've rushed to your side and done whatever he had to do to make you smile again. But his convictions solidified his decision and hardened his heart so instead of rushing to you, he simply turned and went on with his plan.

Yunho thought that it would be hard to decide to pretend to not care about you. Well, he was correct on that because his mind was plagued by the distraught look on your face. sure he only saw it for less than 5 seconds, but the impact was greater than he could imagine. It didn't help that the car drove in the exact same path you took and Yunho kept wondering what you might be thinking about. Pathetic.

The constant questions of you in his head halted the moment he saw a familiar figure in a familiar spot. His eyes had been so used to your figure that it just immediately recognized you sitting in the spot you both had claimed. Yunho immediately got reminded of the time you both ducked there to shield yourselves from the scorching summer sun, the time the two of you were joking around too much that you accidentally pushed each other into the deep pond, causing you both to be fished out and scolded by the authorities, and although it was a bad idea, the time you two found shelter during a harsh rain with thunders that terrified you but you told him that you felt safer because he was with you. The memories didn't help Yunho. In fact, it made him feel nauseated, almost vomiting in the car from the mixed feelings. He didn't want to admit it then but the guilt was gnawing at his insides so ruthlessly, he thought it was simply him finally experiencing a break-up and that the feeling was normal.

Almost comically, as the car's headlights illuminated your figure, you turned around and your eyes stared straight into Yunho's. Not that you knew because you were practically blinded. On the other hand, Yunho could see the redness on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks so clearly that the pain that was already plaguing his heart increased tenfold.

"Yunho, dear, isn't that (y/n)?" His mom asked.

Time moved slowly for him and in that duration, he was able to carve the brokenhearted look on your face in his mind. But even then, Yunho only averted his gaze and softly muttered a reply to his mom, "Yeah, that's her." Sensing that he didn't want to talk about it, his parents kept quiet and drove on, allowing Yunho to his own thoughts.

"What are we doing here?" Yunho asked as he got out of the car, nervously looking around the park where he last saw you. The parking space they took was not far from your spot. Heck, he could see the tree from where he was standing.

"You remember the last time you saw (y/n)?" His mom linked her arm around Yunho's and she slowly started to lead him forward, obviously going towards the spot while his dad walked alongside him on his other side.

The night I ignored her crying at our spot. "Yeah, I broke up with her in front of the convenience store," he lied. His mom shook her head, "No, sweetie. We were driving you to move into your dorm when we passed by her, right in this park, over there by the tree," she pointed, not realizing that Yunho knew damn well what she was talking about. "Oh..." Yunho couldn't help but duck his head in shame, the closer the spot got, the harder it was for him to keep his emotions in check and it was almost impossible when his dad placed a hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I only suggested it because I think you deserve to know," his dad said.

Anxiety bubbled in Yunho's chest, he didn't like the way his parents were talking as if something had happened to you.

"You guys are freaking me out, what-"

His voice died in his throat the moment they arrived at the spot. What was usually a clear spot with grass under the big tree now had a small spot seemingly dedicated to something, trinkets littered the spot; small ones like beaded bracelets and bigger ones like some very familiar plushies, But on top of them all, the picture of you stood out the most to Yunho.

"What's this?" Yunho asked, voice wavering slightly as his eyes continuously scanned the area. Deep down he already knew what happened, but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.

His mom was already tearing up the moment they got there, reliving her memories when she had heard about you. Seeing this, his father stepped up.

"I'm sorry to say this, son. (y/n)... She's gone. She died," he stated with a voice so emotional and so soft, that Yunho almost thought that he was hallucinating.

"Wh- when- How? How long ago was this?" he asked, glassy eyes finally lifted from the trinkets to look at his dad, seeking answers and hope. Though reluctant, his dad decided that he couldn't let another minute go by without letting Yunho know as he had been kept away from the information long enough.

"That day we drove you to your dorm. (y/n) had an accident."

There it was, the loud crack of his world-shattering.

You had been crying yourself since you came back from the convenience store. Heart broken, hopes shattered, it didn't help that your mom had attempted to console you. Her kind words and caring treatment only made you feel worse which was why you felt the need to escape reality, you wanted to wallow to yourself for just a while before you were told that everything was going to be okay because it wasn't. It was absolutely not okay for you and you needed to not be okay first before you could be okay again.

Despite fearing running into Yunho, you pushed past the fear and ran straight out, going to the first place you could think of where you could be safe with your feelings. You had cried so much that you couldn't even cry properly anymore, only silent tears as pain engulfed you whole. It was hard to breathe and it felt like it was hard to go on living. It wasn't just the fact that you were broken up with, it was the fact that it was Yunho who had broken up with you in such a ruthless way. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't help but feel like it was as if he had used you. For what, you didn't know, you no longer knew what to think because first, you thought that you and Yunho were solid but apparently that was utter bullshit, then you thought that you and Yunho had a plan but apparently, he had one of his own that he preferred, and lastly, you thought that you and Yunho could go through anything but apparently, the fact that each of you had different paths planned was enough to break everything.

As if life wasn't making such a joke out of you enough, you saw Yunho's car coming your way. The headlights blinded you and you weren't sure what was going on inside. But for some odd reason, the blinding lights were enough to numb you completely from all the senses there is. For a moment, you couldn't see anything and all you could hear was the ringing in your ear but it felt comforting.

Without you realizing it, you head moved too close to the edge of the grass and slipped into the pond. The cold rendered you inanimate and the water engulfed you completely. At first splash, reality hit that you had fallen into the pond but soon the cold water provided some pressure that felt like a hug to you. The darkness and the way the water blocked sounds other than the comforting sloshes of water pulled you into a realm of otherworldly tranquillity and in that moment you made a decision that would alter your life forever.

You decided to let go.

This time, at the same spot you mourned over your heart, Yunho found himself mourning over his love. His love that was lost. His love that HE let loose.

"They found her body in the morning, her parents thought she had gone to one of her friend's houses considering the state she was in when she left, they didn't think to worry until the police found her right here," his dad explained, he too was crying at the memory of finding out what had happened to you.

Yunho's knees buckled and he staggered to find support on the tree that held a lot of the memories you both shared. "W-why didn't I know this? She was g-gone for so long, how- how did I not know?" Yunho was stuttering, his mind working doubles trying to make sense of things. His mom crouched down next to him and grabbed his hand, "You were starting your journey, sweetie, we didn't want you to stray because of this. Also," his mom paused to look up at his dad who could only nod at her slowly, "(y/n)'s parents asked us to not tell you that early. They told us that (y/n) had did her best supporting you throughout everything, wanting nothing more than you to succeed in your own path so they don't want to jeopardize her dedication. They want to make sure her efforts paid off."

It wasn't as if Yunho had hoped to hear something that would make him feel better because he knew nothing in the world would. He had been so horrible to you that last day and he had been so horrible after that by actively not trying to get to know how you were. His pride should not have mattered to him so much so he settled with just not knowing how you were. That was not something he was supposed to do. More and more, he regretted the way he treated you that final day and how he had been so unfair to you. No amount of tears and no matter how loud he cried would make up for what he had done and he believed that your demise was his fault. Had he stopped the car that night to acknowledge you even for just a moment, maybe the situation would have been different. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

Lost you.

That was ironic since he was the one who pushed you away. He broke you in your final moments.

And now, Yunho was left unable to properly apologize to you for what he had done. Unable to tell you how much he hated himself for what he did. Unable to tell you how you deserved way better than him. Unable to tell you how he wanted to work, no matter how hard you would make it, just so you would accept his apology.

But now all he could accept was the bitter reality that there was nothing he could do to make things right.

All he could accept was that he had let go first.

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Just had some random thoughts so pulled up an old blog I never used and am now deciding to write fics! I've had this stuck in my head for two days now but like- Skk as parents... enjoy <3

Wrote three sections! One with Chuuya, one with Dazai, and ofc them together. It can be read from either adopted or blood perspective, I hope? Kind of scattered, I was just goin for it guys

Iffff you liked this, please req something! I'm having major bsd brainrot and I need ideas...

Soukoku as Parents Platonic x Gn!Child!Reader

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The SILLIEST father EVER guys.

For actual years he was fully under the impression he HATED all kids with a passion. I mean guys look at how badly he treated Aku-

Well then he had you and things changed

It's just something about you being his kid, not a subordinate or random kid on the street

He's your dedicated apologist

In fact, he encourages your mischief!

When you were younger, it was a lot harder to handle you. He even found himself on his last fuse sometimes. Usually, he left Atsushi or Yosano to deal with you

He didn't want to revert to old habits and accidentally traumatize you :(

When he can handle himself, though, he's only halfway controlling you-

He's right along with you in the heinous activities half of the time

Hiding Ranpo's candy (for as long as it lasts), misplacing Kunikida's glasses, hell you two have probably snuck into the infirmary and changed the sheets to something very colorful and very childishly wolf themed...

He's not really a mature dad, nonono. But he's doing his best

He fully supports all of your wildest interests, even tries out some of the more entertaining ones

He struggles to act excited when you're younger and all your interests are very out of his range, but as you grow older he's actually a bit intrigued by them sometimes

Best birthday gift ideas, too. He's very creative when he wants to be.

He also has way more money than he should be ALLOWED to have

For your Sweet Sixteen, he most definitely got you an obsessively large custom pinata of your favorite character...

He makes sure EVERYBODY gets you gifts, because you are his world and thus you must be everybody else's as well

He really does try to keep you out of work, and especially away from his suicide biz

Maybe HE doesnt have a reason to live, but he certainly doesnt want you picking up those thoughts, because he knows you have a real big destiny to live up to someday

I mean, what would the world be without you?

When you hit the age of 13 though, its really hard to hide anything from you

You're so scary when you grow up! And you're way too smart!!4

Did you get that from him? oops...

Now, he doesnt have any plans of living that long, but if you do grow big and strong and smart one day, and you join the ADA, he's definitely got some favoritism.

Surprisingly, Fukuzawa actually gives you your first few proper missions with him

(Because he knows Dazai will not be letting any harm come to you, he trusts Dazai with his life and he knows you trust Dazai even more)

If you have different plans for adulthood though, he's still so supportive

If you go to uni, you're going to have to show him off

Why?

Because, guys, he's a dilf

Nobody's gonna be mean to the kid with a dilf father, they all want him

He jokes about it constantly

But rest assured, stupid and immature uni kids are NOT his type, no matter how nice the ones his age look

He's got his eyes set on that waitress and at least four other men at the moment

If you go straight into the workplace instead of uni, he's going to use his connections to get you a good job early!

Fukuzawa has a good way with words and Dazai himself is a pretty good reference contact

Just tell them he's your teacher, or something

It's not like they'll know his hobbies, he's wayyyy too big a mystery for that

Overall: 7/10 dad

A little rough around the edges, but he's trying hard to improve himself for you

And he's trying hard to give you the best life he can offer

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Did I say Dazai was a dilf?

I lied out of my ass.

Chuuya is the real dilf here

But we'll get to that later! (Just know he has plenty of men and women at his feet and they're definitely being way too nice to you because they want him so bad guys)

You're SO SO SO SO spoiled.

UNREASONABLY so

So bad you might even be a little bit of a brat growing up

It's fine, not toward him, he almost never says no to you so theres no need

There's absolutely no amount of money that can't be spent on you.

Luxury clothes, professionally cooked dinners, fancy rooms, home staff, the whole works

Despite all that though, he's insistent you go to a public/private school

He's not tutoring you, wont even hire one

It's not because he CAN'T, it's because he KNOWS how important it is for you to get your sense of independence early

Sure, you'll always have financial support, even if he dies (Trust fund babyyyyy)

But thats not what's actually important to your future

You need social skills, you need friends, you need and education and the taste of disappointment

Dont worry, though, he's not sending you unprepared

You're not eating school lunches unless you want to (but fuck why would you?)

He's sending you to school with top notch food every day

And clothes

And supplies

Plus, you'll have a tutor at the ready for anything you need a little extra help in

But for the most part he keeps as far as he can out of that section of your life

You friends are yours, not his

He's polite when they have sleepovers, and he's more than willing to host parties and hangouts

But he doesn't try too hard to impress them, and he doesn't talk to them unless its related to you

Because as much as he loves being around kids (a real big father he wants to adopt everybody he sees)

He doesn't want to impose on any boundaries YOU may have

As a side note though, he's still very observant of your relationships with them

If he overhears any manipulation, or shit talking (about you or not), he's not going to let it sit and exist

If it comes to it, he will contact the parents (And holy fuck they are TERRIFIED i mean imagine a publicly known MAFIA EXECUTIVE contacting you to tell your kid fucked with his ABSOLUTELY NOT GUYS)

If you're into any extracurriculars, he is ALWAYS there

Even if he's overseas on a mission, he has some lower rank attend and clears his schedule so he can watch through a call

Also guys, he practically funds your school?

Your teachers are terrified to cross you because if they do there will be NO SALARY

You complain about anything that happened? He's fixing it up in any way he can

You are his ANGEL, NOTHING will ruin your day as long as he can prevent it.

When you grow up, your options are very clear in his eyes

Either you go to uni and live independent of the mafia, or you inherit his spot when he dies

If you go for neither, he may be a bit shocked, but he'll hesitantly step back

He'll see how it goes, but he's not very confident at first

If it goes well? Fuck, great! He's always in your corner rooting for you

If it doesn't go so well, you always have him as a backup

He'll always be there to take you back with open arms and give you a second, third, fourth, fifth, etc chance. Always

If you do join the mafia, there will be no low rank experience for you

You're straight to the upper ranks. At first, you'll probably be in a position similar to Akutagawa under Dazai or how he was under Koyo

Direct subordinate, his apprentice, his prodigy

And when he dies, you're next in line for his exec spot

There's not even a worry about your skillset, he knows he's trained you well, ability or no ability.

Finally, back to the dilf topic I've mentioned at the beginning

If you go to uni, he has the same problem Dazai had, but WORSE

Fuck guys, he swears he tries to keep out of your friendships, but suddenly everyone's adults and they wont leave him alone.

It's at this point he stops hosting your events (except birthdays) and separates himself

No way is he getting involved with crazy college kids, no way

Overall: 9/10 father

He's a bit absent in your social circle, but he's your dad and thats that

He screams support from the stands and that's really the best you can ask for in a dad <3

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theyre so pathetic together-

theyre all the entertainment you need growing up

constant bickering (lovingly)

they dont involve you in all that

it comes with them both being in seperate factions, but they BOTH work very hard to keep you out of the professional lives

you're their kid, they dont want you in any of the doublesided danger that could get you in

you're probably a secret to everyone except the ADA and the other mafia

And your existence is on a need-to-know basis for everybody else

Dazai is the more present figure in your life, simply because Chuuya has to be a bit more distant

It's the nature of his line of work, anyone he's seen with is a target, and he doesn't want that to be you

He will be at your schooling events still, though. He will be YELLING AND SHOUTING in the stands

Into sports? Every time theres an unfair play he will cuss the living daylights out of the ref

And they just have to let him because theres nothing they can really do about

Dazais the same way, but with less scare factor and way less vigor

After games, he's going to complain WITH you about how lame the whole thing was if you lost, how everything was judged unfairly

They may not get along the best together, but they love each other and especially love you, so they're improving for you

Read: Chuuya is making them improve for you

Dazai thinks hes the victim in all this!

But oh well, if Chuuya makes him apologize when they argue in front of you, he will

When you're all grown up, they both encourage you to find your own path

You've got the chance, thanks to them, and they dont want you involved in their little wars

It's not like you can join any sides, because who would want to be against your dad :(

So really your only choice is moving out, maybe even away-

If you really do want into their business, they both insist you join the ADA

It's safer there for you, and Chuuya would rather have to order his men to not under any circumstances EVER hurt you, than have to watch someone he can't control put you in danger

Plus, he knows Dazai will keep you in the safest position possible

Overall: 7/10 together

They're a nightmare at dinner, and Dazai is sleeping on the couch almost every night

But they adore you and every move you make, so there's no way you're feeling unloved at all

[quimichi]

Match up trade ♡

@babyxwolfiex hope you like and enjoy! Was the first one who came to my mind

Albedo

@ he STRONGLY supports your interest in flowers and supports your studies. Like, he will provide you with other rare flowers he grows himself or even gives you his own notes

@ if you're the kinda person who wants to do it all by themselves he respects that ofc he understands it cause he's that person himself

@ BESTIES WITH SUCCROSE! You're both a bit socially awkward and shy, so you both understand each other well. Needs some time but you both are patient enough dw. You're gonna have a great friendship I know for suuuure

@ takes you on trips and such to gather ingredients or for his studies. He enjoys teaching you a bunch and enjoys it even more if you remember the facts and info. Makes him feel appreciated and listened too

@ lol he will save you from cockroaches dw

@ with him you have looots of quality time...if you're insisting on it lol. Most of the time he's busy and all under work and studies but you're always free to join him. This time is more quite and not much is spoken but with him you can feel fully comfortable

@ take a nap if you'd like or just watch, whatever you do is fine

@...just don't touch the bottles in the top shelf, trust me

@ like, he encourages curiosity but don't touch those-

@ is more of a private person so there's nothing more than hand holding in public, he will respect your boundaries. In private however he touches you a tad more, such as pulling you away by your waist or tugging hair behind your ear. Small gestures and touches. Makes your heart flutter ik

@ very patient and understanding. In our modern world he would definitely take over and do those phone calls for you. In the genshin world he would ask if you want him to order for you and does it if you allow him. He doesn't want you to get too overwhelmed

NSFW

@ takes his time and is very slow. On your first time with him, it all took literally 3-4h! He took mental notes of your reactions

@ DEEPLY respects your body. He shows it in how slow he takes your clothes off every time, how delicate his touch is, how he kisses youelr most insecure parts and how he compliments you with his eyes alone

@ he rarely talks, just says what needs to be said. So yeah, the talking is really limited

@ also, he always does it at home, in the bedroom. Some might say it's boring, other says that's how they want it. And he wants it this way. He would switch things up but only if you say so, won't do it without your consent first

@ lol and it's always dark in the room. For him it's peak romance when it's night, dark and with candles

@ and you need to initiate more sex with him. For him once a month or every 2 weeks would he more than enough. Love is love, like,...yes sex can be love but he adores more sfw activities. But if you initiate more, he will gladly do it.

[peachyfnaf]

YES!!!! yes yes yes yes yes! It's so obvious why Nexus specifically acted out to hurt OM, because OM got everything Nexus wanted.

Ever since Nexus appeared he's been told he must be better, he must have the exact same positives and none of the negatives. And if he didn't? If he showed any traits even similar to OM? He'd be gone! He'd be shunted out and denied. Hell, he didn't even need to show these negative traits, the very fact he had any resemblance to OM was grounds to hide things from him, to lie to him, to act like he was dangerous.

And when OM comes back? NOTHING. No animosity, no admonishment, just a slap on the wrist and bestest best brother forever. OM got everything Nexus should have, a warm welcome (back) and encouragement to be good, to be happy, to be himself. Why? Because Nexus already bore the brunt of his sins. Nexus was the perfect unintentional scapegoat, who got all of the punishment and none of the care and development he needed.

And it really isn't surprising that Nexus broke, I mean thats what happened when you're basically just born, only to be told that you aren't correct, that you're inherently evil, and that your family is terrified of you or HATES you. That you aren't allowed to touch, or be angry, or be sad, or be yourself, or be cared for. You have shoes to fill now, you have someone to be, but be better, or else. He was the replacement toy with the same face, but he couldn't play the same, so he was tossed when the old one got fixed up.

sorry for paragraphs, i have feelings and no outlet lmao

It's okay, I can be the outlet. Idk how but I've somehow ended up The Nexus Guy. am I complaining??? absolutely not- I just dk how I got here HAHAHAH

Don't really have much to say other then yeah, I agree with you. Nexus was born into some giant shoes to fill, and lo and behold, the shoes were about 10x too big for him so after the first few steps he face planted into the ground. and the only person who offered him a hand back up was Dark Sun.

I still hope Old Moon faces repercussions for all that he's done to Sun in the past. when Nexus made him see his victims again, I feel like that was in attempts for people to garner more sympathy for Old Moon??? and it??? kinda worked???? Idk, he has my sympathies for reliving a traumatic event, but bro. you were the one who killed those kids. for Sun/July 16th, it was Bloodmoon, but for Old Moon, it was him. ofc his killcode was prolly in play, but it's been shown and stated that before Killcode became his own person, O.M was pretty damn good at keeping the code itself under control. so. I'm conflicted on how I feel when it comes to that situation- especially since all that Old Moon has done in the past has still been so swept to the side. that shit needs to be acknowledged fr fr

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HELLO!!! i have a request for a platonic Crowley and Aziraphale x fem!reader with she/they pronouns 😄 if you know Nimona, then thats what i want the reader to be like. theyre a spunky, immortal, young teenager anarchist who can shapeshift and has unnaturally coloured eyes and hair. one day they find the two (husbands), and kinda just stays, so Crowley and Aziraphale accept their fate!! i dont mind if you decide to include a smudge of angst (or a shit ton whatever you prefer, but im impartial to both, so do with that what you will,) because after the newest season, i cant get enough of it.

many thanks!!

Oh! I haven't seen the movie but I know about Nimona!

......

You met Aziraphale and Crowley in 537 AD, encountering them by pure chance.

At first you intimidate them as a dragon, thinking they were two hapless knights who lost their way back to their kingdom..

Until you saw Crowley's snake eyes, and you realize he's not human at all.

"You there...I like your eyes.....are you another shapeshifter?"

"...um..nope." The demon in black armor looks incredibly confused, especially at this dragon talking to him. "Don't know what gave you that idea.."

"Well technically he is." The white knight adds on, smiling nervously. "You see, my erm..."rival" here is something of a serpent who was sent to-"

"Shut it, Angel. This beast doesn't need our lifestory! Now if you could kindly excuse us, o' great dragon, we have to discuss-"

"Hate to break it to you, but....I'm not actually a dragon."

"Then what are you exactly? You...said something about "shapeshifting" before, didn't you?"

To answer Crowley's question, you transform into a young human clad in knight armor, taking off your helmet to reveal your unnaturally-colored eyes and hair, smiling. "Bingo."

The pair are quite impressed, so they have no reason to hide the fact they were an angel and demon.

You explained how you've had these shapeshifting powers for a long time, being on the run since everyone thinks you're a "cursed child" or some monster that was once banished, wanting nothing more than to drive a sword through your heart.

When it's clear that neither Aziraphale nor Crowley have any intentions of hurting you....that's when you decided to stick with them.

It took them 20 years to realize you never aged, learning you're an immortal being in a teenager's body.

Your powers allow you to keep up with the times, disguising yourself as animals, people...or even angels and demons if your heart so desired.

Sometimes you'll turn into a snake much like Crowley's own snake form (although your scales have the color of your hair, ofc, so you're not 100% identical).

You haven't mastered turning just your head into a snake, however.

In the modern era, you enjoy being a nightingale after learning they were both fond of those birds, often singing in the bookshop out of boredom.

Although Crowley's fully aware you're not a demon, you got a spunky and rebellious personality and love getting up to mischief.

And he 100% encourages this (while poor Aziraphale's practically begging you to stay out of trouble).

But you're definitely on the angel's side anytime he compliments Crowley, who just snarls and denies ever doing something "nice" or "good".

You don't believe he's all that evil for even a moment.

While you're aware that they have to act like they despise each other bc they're on opposite sides...in your eyes, they behave so much like an old married human couple.

Aziraphale emphasizing "our car" when talking about the Bentley made you roll your eyes and joke about when the wedding's gonna start.

When Aziraphale returns to Heaven without Crowley, you realize that maybe your "marriage jokes" went a bit too far...even though neither of them blame you for their falling out.

Still, you feel bad bc you can tell Crowley was genuinely in love with him.

You overheard everything, and after his "no nightingales" remark, you're reluctant to shapeshift into one again out of fear of upsetting him.

Yet he asks you, too, as he couldn't bear the silence in the bookshop anymore...and listening to any of Aziraphale's music records would've been too painful for him.

You obliged, staying perched on his shoulder as he stared out the window for hours...hoping that his angel would come back to him.

You hoped so, too, waiting everyday by his side...until the end of time if you had to.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong, getting tackled by his cubs: Oh thank goodness all of your are okay!

Tang: M-m-monkey King!? MK, you're mom is-

Wukong: Ah, speaking... MK?

MK, suddenly nervous: Yes?

Wukong: You... are on so much trouble. It's totally grounded for like... 100 years type stuff there.

MK: Aw man!

Wukong does not actually ground MK for 100 years, but he is not allowed to go to the city for the next 2 weeks unless it's to work and back. Mei offers to take over "Monkey Kid Duty" for the duration, and Wukong never outright banned MK from having his friends over, quite the opposite, in fact! He's working with Pigsy to make sure it doesn't conflict with his schedule when setting up training sessions

Prev post.

+a similar short anon;

Yeah MK is so grounded for lying to his mom about his true reason for going to the mainland + becoming a sueprhero in the process.

I love Wukong's gut reaction is "100 years grounded!" because its such a him thing to do.

Wukong: "I'm serious MK! I've been grounded for 500 years before! Don't think you can't be too!" MK: "Isn't that how you ended up with me??" Wukong: "Ugh true. Two weeks of no video games or arcade then." MK: "Aww man!"

I love the thought of Mei being on board to "chaperone" MK for the two weeks he's grounded so he doesn't wander off into an arcade or end up in a kaiju battle. Mei constantly updates Wukong via their phones about what MK is doing/when he signs off work. She acts like it's a super-secret spy mission.

Pigsy is little shaken by the news that his fave employee is a monkey demigod, but then again he was quick to encourage/guide MK when he became a hero so this is only an extra dose of weirdness for him. He also argues for MK's merit as an employee, lazy or not, he's the best one Pigsy's ever had. Wukong is actually delighted to learn that MK was legitimately working during his time in the city, and agrees that he can continue working at the restaurant as long as it doesn't get in the way of training or world-ending catatrophes.

Ironically, this means that the event of "Sweet N Sour Pork" occurs mid-grounding, and Wukong decides to legitimately show up to the Food Wars (despite his extreme stage fright) to make sure MK is ok. Also due to the Gold and Silver Twins basically being MK's cousins (the Vixen had long ago considered Macaque one of her cubs), their motivations for the Food Wars is a lot different. They want MK to stop focusing on Pigsy's so that he can continue searching for Macaque and not have to worry about "mortal stuff". It ofc fails but the sentiment is noted.

Wukong is also opened the island to MK's friends and work mates so he can get to know them finally. He's been keeping a bit of a distance because of their connection to the PIlgrims, but now that his cub is working for and trusts them so much well...

The older twins, Rumble and Savage, def follow MK to the city a few times mostly to bother him at work and to observe whats so cool about the mortal city. They quickly discover cheese teas, arcades, McDonalds playplaces, and lazer tag, so they fall in love with city life as well. <3

[konigceo]

one last message before you go: I totally agree with that anon saying that ‘mdni’ and ‘ageless blogs get blocked’ is bs. Back in my day we were told not to reveal anything about ourselves online for good reason, and telling people to put their ages in their bios not only is dangerous, it encourages minors to lie more.

The situation is super complicated ofc and it’s not black and white. I for example was exposed to sex stuff way too young and in a very terrible way with no other real option to compare it to; the experiences I had gave me a very warped and skewed idea of sex and my own kinks for a while, but you know what fixed that? GOING ONLINE AND READING SMUT. Seriously. The stuff I consumed was on wattpad and usually written by minors, FOR minors, and it made me realize the true nature of sex and what it can mean. It also opened my eyes to kink and made me realize that I’m not a horrible person for being kinky.

Just turning away everyone from your stuff like that isn’t gonna stop any minors. We all know it. I don’t see the point in trying (Personally I employ a don’t ask, don’t tell policy on my smut content, because I’d much rather people get their content from me because at least I know I’m not grooming them). I get that people below 13 are too young to really even be online but the fact of the matter is kids are gonna see smut whether you want them to or not. They will consume it.

Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t feel guilty for doing what you do, girl. You’re not the only one, you’re just the first I’ve seen with the courage to come out and say it. Besides, as I see it, if you’re old enough to know you want to interact with sexual content, then you’re old enough to interact in general. If you’re old enough to know you wanna have sex and do kinky shit, you’re old enough to learn how to do it safely and properly as well! Minors don’t magically become more able to comprehend things the day they turn 18, we’re capable of making our own decisions, and being told otherwise is honestly infantilizing. Especially those at our age (15-17) we have the fucking capacity to handle sexual content. If I would be allowed to drive, allowed to get a job, allowed to work for slave wages, and allowed to sign waivers on my own, then why the hell is being allowed to consume smut such a big leap?

-A Hypersexual minor who sees what you’re doing, and wants to let you know you’re not alone and that grown ass adults telling you what you can and can’t consume is bullshit and so is those same adults doxxing and harassing you for daring to take initiative and do what you want

i agree with your words anon, and i just feel like it's so unprovoked that these people are harrassing not just me, but innocent blogs, as if most of them weren't exposed to nsfw content when they were young. i appreciate the thought of trying to shield and protect me from nsfw content, but this isn't an unhealthy thing, in my opinion. i write on tumblr because i like writing, because i like cod, and because i have hormones (shocker, i know). and in the end, i know how to handle myself when it comes to nsfw content. i don't write extreme content or kinks, and my writing is pretty tame compared to the rest of the cod fandom, so i really don't get the argument when it comes to "you're ruining your life and your mental health," since my mental health is getting ruined because of these rude ass people 💀 but yeah that was my ted talk ! have a great day/night anon.

[dovithedarklord]

Age of Monsters - Chapter Eleven

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

Leona gets into a very interesting situation, which Riley doesn't want to let go.

Hello!

I have a little Trigger Warning for today's episode! There will be blood in it, I just wanted to warn everyone!

Have fun! :D

I.M.L. - Infected mammalian lifeform. I.H.L. - An infected humanoid lifeform.

if you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter Eleven

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The image of the man is so surreal that to my fever-blinded brain, it seems nothing more than a fleeting dream image, possibly painted by hunger on the canvas of my skull. Yet somehow it feels quite real as he clings to the door frame and slowly measures up the ruins left after my rampage, only to then return his gaze to me. And when the tingle runs under my heated skin, as he carries his eyes shining in the dull light over every inch of my figure crouching on the floor, then I already know that I'm not dreaming. And suddenly I can't decide what I should feel, because I'm still blinded by the cruel pain gnawing at my limbs, which doesn't allow me to form clear thoughts.

But Riley doesn't seem to need my explanation about my late-night party, because as soon as his attention settles on the scratched metal of the door standing behind me with unbroken integrity, he certainly understands why I'm perched in a daze among the remains of the fucking piece of furniture. If I were even a little more sane, I would try to pull myself together, for my self-esteem couldn’t bear to be seen so pitifully defenseless by anyone. But unfortunately, I have nothing else left in my head except instincts, so I continue to follow motionless and paralyzed as the Hunter enters the desolate depths of the infirmary with measured steps.

"That door won't open without Laswell." He finally speaks, summarizing the unfortunate fact that I'm just as aware of as he is. If I had been able to break through that god-damned monster, I would have been able to retort with a degree of composure for this terribly clever and perceptive statement. However, I can only find meaningful phrases in my mind by force, and unfortunately, this doesn't lead to my usual sarcasm. Nevertheless, I manage to pull myself together enough to move my sluggish tongue.

"I figured." I announce without an ounce of friendliness, not making any effort at all to remove the lines of irrtation from my face. However, he isn’t particularly affected by my sullenness, because he walks closer to me with as much casualness as possible, and as he stops a few steps from me and all the weight of his inscrutable gaze falls on me, somewhere deep in my subconscious the desire awakens to drive the fucking confidence out of him with which he towers over me. But I don't have a chance to immerse myself in the heat of my rekindled temper, because the agonizing pain stabs my stomach with such force as if a knife were trying to disembowel me alive. My hands reflexively reach to my stomach as I groan and curl up from the effect of the violent spasm on my body, and I can feel the cold sweat breaking out on my forehead, as the ever-increasing suffering creeps into my every muscle. The never-ending torture begins again, the only cure for which mockingly beckons behind the solid steel. And when I remember that there are only a few centimeters between me and the mouth-watering morsel, anger rises again in me with an impatient urge, encouraging me to begin my siege anew. Even if I have as much strength left in me as a newly hatched chick.

"You exhausted yourself." Comes another apt observation from Riley, and his deep voice penetrates the shouting of destructive thoughts starting in my head. And when I can understand that he pleased me with another extremely intellectual remark, my fingers clench angrily around my shirt, and my nails biting into my battered skin, even through the thin textile, pull me back to reality enough to be able to flash my bright eyes full of poison at him. And since my gray matter isn't in top condition, I can't figure out why he needs to remind me of my miserable situation. Because every single fiber of my mind is aware of the mess I've fallen face-first into.

"What a great fucking observer you are, Riley... " I reply between my clenched teeth, and even to my own ears, it seems strained as I force this simple coherent sentence out of me. It causes me so much difficulty to create the words that escape me, as if I had poured a liter of selected alcohol down my throat, and the drunken stupor would try to prevent me from expressing myself. "If you don't want to help, then leave me the hell alone." I snap at him, hoping that this will be just enough feedback for him to leave me alone with my torment. Because I don't have the slightest desire to let him continue to stretch my patience to the limit.

But I'm not so lucky, because instead of dissuading him from nagging me any further, he silently walks past me, moving deeper into the motionless emptiness of the room. And I follow his every move with sharp attention, like a wounded wild animal ready to pounce, waiting for the predator's attack to spring into defense. All my nerves are straining dangerously close to snapping, and I don't have enough forbearance remaining to be able to chase away the angry expression creeping onto my face. And the Hunter just casually stops in his traks next to one of the patient's beds and easily picks up the chair resting there to return to me with it. And as he puts it down a few steps away and settles down on it, he straddles it with such effortless superiority as if he had taken a seat on a fucking throne. And this simple act of his is enough for new fiery flames of rage to burn through my insides. After all, it seems quite obvious that he came here to make fun of me and enjoy my misfortune.

"You still have a wish." He suddenly announces in such a dispassionate tone that it takes me a minute to understand the meaning behind the indifferent words. And when my mind is finally able to decode what he said, my eyebrows just furrow in confusion, because what he's trying to tell me makes no sense at all. And although this puzzles me enough to pull me out of my anger, as soon as my stomach convulses again and twists my internal organs with an iron fist, I can't get any further in the interpretation.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I hiss through the pain shooting through my limbs, and when the ache finally relents for a moment, I weakly rest my hands on the cold ground, concentrating with every tired muscle to somehow be able to pull myself back from the brink of fainting by clinging to the floor. Dark spots swim into my field of vision, and with slow blinks, I try to ward off the weakness descending on me, which wants to push me into the soft embrace of unconsciousness.

"I thought you wanted to collect the debt." Riley's deep voice penetrates the ever-increasing fog weaving through my consciousness, and I only lift my head languidly to look for the dark eyes watching me intently. "Now you can." He says with such simplicity, as if he would only want to discuss the weather with me, and I, with my dull brain, still can't process what the hell he's talking about here, and why he feels the need to continue this petty game with me right now.

And it seems that he also understands that he will no longer be able to break through the thick darkness descending on my mind with mere words, so he continues the conversation with his actions instead. He easily pulls off the glove from his right hand and throws it down on the table behind him, then rolls up his sleeve with rutin movements, and as the sun-kissed skin emerges from under the fabric, suddenly all my senses are sharpened and focused on the man. Because I can almost feel the inviting warmth of his body emanating seductively from his every pore, and with it the sweet scent of the blood bubbling inside him, and this is enough to make my mouth water with instinctive speed. It affects me with such an elemental force, as the sight of the veins running over the taut muscles of his forearm reaches my brain, that I only stare transfixed at the Hunter, as if I were hypnotized.

"Come on." He stretches out his hand to me, voluntarily offering himself to me, and with this small gesture, I finally understand what wish he wants to fulfill now. And even my consciousness, tormented by fever, understands how unusually selfless he behaves towards me, which makes the assumption that the Riley, who is sitting in front of me, inviting me to drink his own blood, can only be the work of my imagination distorted by hunger. Because there is no reality in which he voluntarily gives me this opportunity and frees me from the suffering that tears my insides apart. Still, as the spicy scent wafting from the Hunter reaches my nose, the whole situation seems quite realistic, and I give up on trying to decipher the reasons behind his actions. Now I don't care if he's here or if it's just my mind playing cruel games with me, because the mere promise of a delicious bite is enough, and I move my trembling limbs and start crawling towards him on all fours, as if I were being pulled on a leash.

Gathering all the strength of my tired body, I close the small distance between us, and the few seconds after which I finally reach the man waiting for me seem excruciatingly long. And when I arrive at last, I nestle myself between his spread legs and sit on my heels for a moment, because the warning runs through my hazy mind for the last time, that I better be careful before giving in to temptation. But as I measure the unmoving arm of the Hunter from such a tempting proximity, and I can almost see the slow, inviting pulsation of the veins snaking there, the tug of the icy fingers squeezing my stomach gives me the finishing blow, and I throw away all my remaining precautions.

My trembling hands reach almost desperately to wrap around his offered forearm, and when the intoxicating heat radiating from it creeps into me through my palm, I submit to the impatient pull drumming in my consciousness, and I press my mouth to the tempting skin as quickly as a leech finding it's victim. My aching canines easily break through the boundary of the warm tissues, and as they sink into the tight flesh, from the movement of the muscles dancing under my fingers, I feel the breath of surprise with which the Hunter reacts to my attack. And the shocked sound that erupts from him only reaches my ears as a muffled murmur, because as soon as the first drops of blood pool in my mouth, I'm lost in the spellbinding shiver that runs through my body. With the first greedy sip, the cruel power of hunger eases, and the fire travels through every part of me with lightning speed, and I just close my eyes with a soft, weak moan from relief. My taste buds are covered by the mouth-watering taste of the red liquid, which although I have never tasted anything close to it in my life, is enough to get right into my head and push my tortured brain towards unconsciousness for a completely different reason.

An intoxicating stupor takes over my consciousness, as the burning of my energy, fueled by the blood, settles into my every cell, and I almost feel dizzy, as the euphoric feeling weighs on me with such force that it goes far beyond anything I have experienced so far. My senses shut out everything around me, and there's nothing left but Riley's salty skin under my tongue and the divine deliciousness burning down my throat, each drop of which further inflames the scorching tingle that is vilely appearing in my stomach. And this heady feeling drives away the fatigue and all passing memories of the sourness from my limbs, to replace it with a completely different kind of urgency. Because as soon as my head is filled with this completely new kind of delirium, it pushes my mind in a new kind of direction from the doubts driven by suffering.

And when the warmth that dulls my senses becomes too much for a moment, I just tear my lips away from the tortured limb panting, and from under my fluttering eyelashes, I study the scars left by my sharp little teeth, from which a few lazy, crimson droplets emerge. Mesmerized, I follow their slow journey between the countless white scars, and as the little pearls paint red trails on the skin covered with fine, blond hair, my mouth opens in awe, because at this moment I'm sure that I have never seen a more lascivious sight. And when the ruby paths reach lower and run along the long fingers, then my body comes to life on its own, and I instinctively move forward. My hands glide lazily to the strong wrist and wrap around it with a gentle grip, and for just a moment my mind registers how fast his heartbeat is racing through his veins under the touch of energy bubbling inside me. I don't meet any resistance when I direct his arm towards me, and my overwhelmed mind pushes me to action without thinking, and I don't try to protest the voice urging me. First, my tongue follows the small, winding lines that glisten red on the wide palm, and I feel his hand twitch in shock from my hot breath, but I'm much faster. I hold his hand open with gentle force, and without any hesitation, I take his index finger between my lips, on which a desirable little morsel is about to escape. The deep sound that leaves from the man's throat reaches my ears, because when that hoarse moan penetrates my consciousness, my eyes snap up immidatly and focus on Riley's face. And when our gaze meet, even my hazy nervous system perceives the restrained anticipation hidden between his features emerging from the mask. I notice how his broad shoulders tense up, when my tongue cleans the last remnants of blood from his skin with lazy movements, and the little sparks dancing in my belly flare up  excitedly, as, guided by a stray idea, I gently suck on his finger, and even under the veil of semi-darkness, I see the strong line of his jaw tighten.

And the little voice in the back of my skull whispers lustfully to me to go much further, because I need to see more of the fiery power that sneaks towards me from every cell of Riley's motionless body. And I don't object, because my brain, swimming in a drunken ecstasy, doesn't question the insidious little whisper that works inside me and pushes me towards action. I let go of the tormented limb, and it falls limply into his lap, and I don't stop to question why this powerful and dangerous man has suddenly turned so willingly cooperative. Because I'm much more interested in how insanely exciting it is to feel his body shiver at the sensation of my hands running up his clothed legs. Even under the rough material of his trousers, I can feel how every part of him freezes, and instead of warning me of something quite important, it just wakes the reckless courage that possessed me after tasting his blood. One of my hands grips his thick thigh, and biting my lips I hold back the moan that threatens to break out of me, as the hard muscles spread under my palm, and desire shoots into my canines, because suddenly I long for nothing more than to sink them into the inviting flesh.

But instead, I continue with my other naughty hand, and as my fingers slide up to his stomach, he becomes breathless, and lets me explore every tempting inch of his body lying under the soft fabric. With the measured slowness of a predator scouting its prey, I straighten up on my knees to lean on his thigh and follow the path of my hand wandering lazily on his chest. And the burning sensation hiding inside me grows more and more, that pushes my consciousness, which is already drowned in blood induced intoxication, even deeper. With a light touch, I trace the hard muscles, and even though I can still perfectly feel the maddening warmth radiating from him, the evil little voice in my head tells me that it would be even better if bare skin was smoothed under my palm and I could feel the mad throbbing of the branching veins, and I could steal a bite from his blood here as well. However, I don't succumb to this invitation, because I'm much more drawn to the eyes that follow my every move with unbroken attention, whose burning weight sends a wanton shiver down my spine.

And as my bold hand reaches one of his shoulders and grabs it, looking for a handhold, I finally have the opportunity to admire the feelings that take over his features up close, as I crawl up to him with the laziness of a venomeous snake. Even though there is only a faint glimmer of light coming from the machines in the room, I can still see his pupils perfectly, which by now have almost completely absorbed the brown color of his eyes, as well as sparks dancing there that promise thousands of danger and excitement. And the mischievous idea of my energy invigorated by blood urges me to submit to the temptation and taste more of him, because the intense, dangerous glint that flows from his gaze towards me is beautiful. And even my groggy mind grasps the restrained temper with which every part of his body tense up under me, as I lean closer to him and search for his mouth under the mask with mine. Even under the smooth material of the fabric, I can feel a soft sigh escape from his parted lips, and as soon as his hot breath reaches the sensitive skin of my face, I instinctively close my eyes, because of that burning throb which makes my insides ache with longing with an almost cruel force. And even if I wanted to, even if I had an iota of common sense in me, I would still be unable to resist the enticement, because he fills all my senses. His quickened breathing echoes in my ears, the bitter scent emanating from him moves to my nose, and with my hands, I greedily drink in every vibration of the hard flesh on his thigh as my fingers slide higher and higher on it. And suddenly I want nothing more than to taste him, and as my tongue curiously follow along the seductive line of his lips under the dark textile, I whimper and sink my nails into his shoulder, because I get lightheaded from the way I can feel his taste through the mask, which ignites the demanding flames in my belly in the blink of an eye. And it doesn't even occur to me to protest the pull of the blood and the desire raging inside me, because it feels painfully right as my body moves closer to his, and my mouth smooths over his in a wet kiss.

But, when my hand resting on his thigh comes to life on its own, it inches towards his lap, and as my curious fingers find the hardness stretching there, then the man comes to his senses in a fraction of a second, and grabs my wrist with amazing speed to stop me before I could understand what I have found. And as he wraps his hand around me in warning, I stop for a minute, and the breath of pain clears my mind of the intoxication that had been lingering there until now, as if it had never been there. It takes a few moments for the hot fog in my head to clear sufficiently, and as soon as this happens, and I become aware of how dangerously close I managed to get to the Hunter, then the realization of what I'm doing hits me. My confused gaze finds his, and in his narrowed eyes there is a tension that makes my insides ripple with excitement, and I would rather dig out the vile, treacherous desire hidden inside me with my own hands, which stretch my belly with unbroken enthusiasm.

I tear myself out of his grip as if I had reached into fire, and when I take a few uncertain steps back and stare at him in shock, I really feel as if I have been burned alive by his touch. Because a fleeting glance is enough for me to assess the force with which his whole figure tenses, as if he would have to restrain himself by force in order not to do something very ugly, which we would both surely regret later. And this gives me just enough motivation to gather my composure and take flight with the desperation of a startled, wounded animal, and run towards the door of the infirmary, because if I stay any longer in this stuffy room, I fear that I will give in to a bubbling sensation under my skin, and I take what my mind was screaming longingly for a few minutes ago. I don't turn back, I don't look back, but I throw myself into the protection of the dark corridor, because now that my brain finally works again and starts comprehending the events of the past few minutes, then panic awakens in me, which pushes my heart rate to dangerous heights. And as the muffled smacking of my bare feet echoes through the empty walls of the base as I flee, only one very urgent question keeps repeating itself in my head. What the hell have I done!?

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"You're fit as a fiddle. You won't get any better than this." I state firmly, making sure that my voice has the perfect amount of that stingy edge that I use to spice up my already kind words. Of course, I know that MacTavish, who is sitting in front of me, understands exactly how much I'm gracing him with my teasing, because he only has a mischievous grin on his face as he fishes his hand out of my fingers and puts his gloves back on. Although I know that I have banished the memory of every small bruise that existed with my energy, but since the image of my Scottish friend's wound swimming in blood was so vividly settled in my mind even from the distance of two days, as if the events turned into rapid massacre had happened just then, I decided that it’s better to check the status of the Hunter. This worry is entirely new to me, and it has taken up residence in my skull like an inescapable, disgusting parasite, but my pride no longer urges me to chase it away. And no matter how horrifying the fact that my own selfishness is slowly being overwritten by my well-hidden care for my little team, I know that it has an important role. Because I experienced firsthand how effectively it transformed me into a cold-blooded killer. Well, it's not like I haven’t bloodied my hands before, but doubt and anger are such potent dopants for my body that it makes frighteningly easy for me to kill. And my female intuition tells me that I will need this very much in the near future.

'You're not the first to say that!" The man agrees with my statement, and there is a playfulness in his tone that deceptively hides the lethargy hidden deep in his eyes. He may have successfully concealed all traces of his guilt from others, but against my skilled and trained eyes, he is out of luck. And even though I don't have the slightest need for a pity party, I can't help but notice the downward curve of his mouth and the permanent wrinkles on his forehead, which have been happily spreading there since our trip to the city. And this sufficiently stirs up the stabbing pain in my chest that prompts me not to ignore the Hunter's behavior and to try to help him with my clumsy and rudimentary compassion.

"How are you?" I get to the point, and as my light mockery leaves my face, MacTavish's cheerfulness suddenly disappears, and the gloom that has undoubtedly been lurking beneath the surface until now takes place in his aura. And it's quite obvious that he decided to shove the thoughts that dampen his spirits to the deepest pits of his soul, because he also knows that now is not the time to be bitter about it. Even if the memory of his comrades torn to pieces haunts his dreams ever since, and I'm pretty sure that's the case.

And for a moment, a heavy silence settles in the emptiness of the room, where I found the Hunter not long ago, after giving in to the incitement of the thoughts mercilessly circling in my head, I went to look for him. I wasn't surprised that in light of the unexpected new dangers, my Scottish friend threw himself into training alone, because the excitement we experienced turned the whole base into a nervously swarming wasp's nest, each member of which buried themselves into work with grim determination. All this was in order to somewhat distract their attention from the ominous foreboding that was settling deeper and deeper into everyone's consciousness, which had embedded itself in the atmosphere of the base with such unsettling enthusiasm, like a rapidly spreading infectious disease. Although we have yet to hear from Laswell, so as of now we don't have anything that would finally answer at least a few of the thousand questions, this didn't stop Price from ordering the implementation of the highest security alert. And while he is immersed in the sea of old reports in his office and has been searching ever since for anything that could bring him even a little closer to solving the I.H.L. situation, the other Hunters began to whip the soldiers into shape with such rigor that even I feel brutal. And I can't get the cruel, but no less true thought out of my head that, according to the current state of the facts, this hastily applied harshness will only prolong with just a few minutes the death throes of the unfortunate fools who will dare to venture into a mission. As long as there are no answers, we are only running circles, and that has never made anyone's survival easier.

"I'm fine." Comes the unusually brief answer from the Hunter, and although I would like to note that his dear friend's style doesn't suit him at all, I keep the comment to myself before it can burst out of me. Since for once, I understand why a man who is always carefree and annoyingly talkative might feel that now he needs to restrain his sociability. The years and the routine encourage him to use the well-proven defense mechanism, which allows him to focus more on the matters at hand after ignoring the horrors he has seen, and this would be a terribly sensible and practical ability if my Scottish friend could pull it off flawlessly. And while this probably wouldn't cause me a particular problem, he is being eaten alive by the new losses, mainly because the whole circus could probably have been prevented if the alleged culprit hadn't kept the juicy information to themselves. And this may be the reason why the concerns that arise in me don't allow me to back down in my soft probing.

"Don't bullshit me, MacTavish." I warn, and scolding settles into my tone for a moment, and I reward his attempt with this, with which he tried to hide from my attentive senses the gloomy thoughts weighing him down like tons of bricks. And I'm probably not the best example who should have the right to preach to him when it comes to processing trauma, since I swallow my feelings before they could find their way to the outside world, but MacTavish is better than me, and he doesn't deserve to torment himself, if my curious ears are so selflessly at his disposal. And my realistic self is perfectly aware that the accumulated grievances will burst out sooner or later, and they have a habit of using this ability when it isn’t needed in the least. And although I doubt that MacTavish, as an experienced fighter, wouldn't be able to control his temper, the devil doesn't sleep, and the stimuli that subvert human nature even less so.

My to-the-point comment seems to have hit it's target, because even though he hesitates for a moment, I can see the doubt creeping across his face, with which he tries to decide whether to vent his anger, or rather dig a deep hole for it in his mind next to so many sad traumas and experiences, but finally, with a tired sigh, he runs his hands through his short hair and leans back on the bench to support his back against the wall full of dark stains. And for the first time, he seems really tired, and it suddenly becomes painfully clear how exhausted his nervous system has been from the growing stress of the last few days.

"I'm used to people dyin’ around me. But this… I could’ve prevented this."  He explains, as he finally gives in and puts into words the dejected helplessness, that has been haunting him since the early morning movie screening in Price's office. And I was aware of this even without him saying it, because despite his best efforts, his ability to impose a carefree disguise on himself is horribly poor. Unfortunately, this doesn't suit everyone, and it only lends him an artificial mask, which anyone who knows him better can identify. I’m certain that his other buddies have also assessed this fucking misery-filled aura that he exudes whenever he's not paying enough attention.

"No one could've done anything." I state with clear directness, and I'm aware that although my comment seems rather blunt, it doesn't change its truth. No matter how much this fact makes everyone angry, unfortunately, the emergence of the virus, in addition to the appearance of our little abilities, didn't gift any of us future-seeing powers. And anyone who is even a little bit rational knows that shit can hit the fan at any time, and it doesn't care who it hits. "Even if you wallow in guilt, they'll still be dead." I add, and I know how cruel it is to tell this to a person who mourns his peers and mistakes, but right now he needs this harshness in order to find his peace of mind. It's not worth dancing around the topic, because neither lamentation, nor cursing, nor self-accusation bring the dead back.

"I know."  He fixes his gaze to the ceiling, and his dark eyebrows are drawn together in such an angry scowl that would make anyone fear for their life. But it doesn't scare me, because I know it's more about the circumstances than me. "But I'd rather gut the bastard who’s responsible for this with my own hands." He snarls, and his voice ventures to such dangerous depths and is filled with such murderous anger that I know that this isn't just a wishful dream, but a promise with an irrefutable outcome. Because I'm sure that if the culprit falls into the hands of the fearless Hunters of the unit, they will provide the fool with the experience of the most painful death by selected methods.

"There are a few who sympathize with you in this." I note, referring to his companions, who certainly share his eagerness and his statement guaranteeing the agony. If I only take Price's enthusiasm into consideration, with which he still digs into the many papers and documents without interruption to find even the smallest clue, then it’s more than likely that the person responsible for the botched nest extermination won't have a restful night if they are found. And since nature didn't arrange the ominous party that we were lucky enough to attend, they will be found sooner or later. "If Laswell comes back with the information, you'll have the chance." I point out this hardly negligible factor to him, and I wildly hope that the woman will really appear soon and prove how dangerously effective she is when it comes to digging up information.

"Let's hope she does find somethin'." He agrees with me, and as he raises his bright eyes at me, and the place of self-blame is replaced by restrained anger and sinister determination, then the power of worry that has settled in my head eases slightly. Since the persistent fury in his features is a motivation that, although never a good advisor, is undoubtedly more useful than sorrow and guilt. It encourages people to look for solutions more easily, and when we are faced with the great fucking unknown, that is all that is needed.

"She'll have to." I remark, more to myself, because although it bothers everyone how long it takes for the woman to return with useful information, as time goes on, more and more wild assumptions are made in my brain, and all of them have a common consequence. We are in a race against time, the stake of which is the further dwindling of humanity's already pathetically decimated population.

But before we can get into further discussion, the door to the room opens with a soft creak, and Garrick appears behind it, on whose face there is a tension that is easily recognizable even from a distance, and which is slowly gaining a secure place on his features. And as his sharp eyes settle on our duo sitting in the corner, he enters with determined steps and heads towards us, clutching a myriad of papers in his hands, which promises at least a dozen new tasks to be done. And since I don't want to hinder my Scottish friend in the least from carrying out his duties, I only give him one last significant look and stand up to welsome the other Hunter who is slowly galloping beside us.

"I hope you're not up to somethin' bad without me." Garrick greets us, and for a fleeting moment, that cheeky smile appears on his mouth, which he couldn't even hide. And I'm glad that he is able to keep his composure in the midst of so many misfortunes, because with this he may be able to shake up his friend more than my unpleasant truths could. "The captain sent some new strategic information we have to brief the Hunter teams about." He begins, quickly moving past the greeting, waving the stack of documents in his hand significantly, and I consider this to be my cue to leave, before they even ask me to play a role in this in some way. Because even though my body is in such a top condition like never before in my life, my mind hasn't yet recovered from the shock it went through, so it's better to surrender to the selfish little voices and get lost. And they really benefit me more if I, summarizing all the crumbs of my professional knowledge, try to find an explanation for the phenomenon that we were lucky enough to have in the form of our new mutant-riding friend.

"I'll let you two do your thing. I wouldn't stand in the way of your work for the world." I declare with casual simplicity, patting MacTavish lightly on the shoulder and heading towards the entrance of the room before they can even have the stray thought of forcing me to do some completely unreasonable task. And it seems that for the first time, they aren't bothered by how easily I slip out of their sadistic little hands, because after a quick nod, Garrick flops down next to the Scotsman and they immediately start going over the materials they received from Price, and my departure is accompanied by the steady, low murmur of their voices, as they dive into their assignment with the greatest sense of duty.

My legs lead me on their own through the maze of the base, and through the thousands of information swirling in my head, I only vaguely perceive the soldiers hurriedly passing next to me with grim expressions. And although I can't contribute to the planning of new tactical stunts, but despite this, I’m more than capable of taking scientific facts into account and trying to select a few of my many hypotheses that promise brighter outcomes, which can at least help us to take action against the mutant bastards with more chances. In this line of thought, it doesn't really matter whether it was the natural evolution of the virus or a madman blessed with suicidal tendencies who delighted us with new adventures, because the essence is the same. If these bastards have become more intelligent, then we have to be smarter too, and use sneaky tactics to outwit their magically boosted brains. And the biggest problem isn't caused by the mindless subordinates, but by the leader, who orchestrated the destruction with the elegance of a fucking conductor. We need to know how he got into the picture. Because we have to rule out the chance that his equally competent friends will appear out of nowhere in the future.

My mind is so beneficially occupied with the further dissection of my theories that I just freeze in the middle of my walk when the loud thump and subsequent scream of pain reach my ear canals, cutting through the anxious sounds of the base. And it seems that I've shut out the outside world so effectively that I've forgotten about my route, and as I take in that I'm standing in front of the entrance to the gym where my ass has been whopped at least a hundred times, I understand that someone is probably mopping the floor with some unfortunate bastard between the walls of that goddamn torture chamber. It occurs to me that maybe Price got bored of his position hunched over the papers and has now found a couple of victims on whom he can blow off a little steam, so I give in to my curiosity and cautiously edge closer to open the two-winged doors a crack, just in case I catch the captain, because I always enjoy it more when someone else is being tortured and I have a front-row seat to observe. However, when I poke my head into the room and survey the eerie silence that settles there, I'm not greeted by the image of the bearded Hunter, but by someone completely different, whom I have been avoiding for two days like a ticking time bomb. And I immediately curse myself and my fucking nose, which keep getting into everything, because when I see Riley as he pins a poor soldier to the ground with full of repressed aggression, the memories that I've only managed to keep out of my gray matter until now with displacement activity and mainly violence come to my mind.

The fact that I was overwhelmed by the fear of death when my brain finally cleared after my late-night rampage and I had time in the privacy of my little shelter to digest that I actually not only drank from, but also climbed on the masked Hunter, is an understatement. Because there are no words for the reckless suicide I committed, after which I tossed and turned in my bed all night with a heated body and the taste of his blood on my tongue, like a complete, insane idiot. And when I woke up in the morning, after a few miserable hours of sleep, the reality of the night before didn't fade one bit, then I had to admit that I might as well start digging my fucking grave, because Riley won't let this slide without punishment. I could explain to him that his blood was a dopant, the likes of which I had never tasted in my life, and it blinded my consciousness, which was already tortured by hunger, as quickly as if I had at least poured a mixture of selected drinks and drugs produced in a basement down my throat, but I suspect that this fact wouldn't hold up even as a weak excuse in the eyes of the Hunter. I could also add that although blood basically intoxicates me, and thus his extra mouth-watering essence hit my head a thousand times harder, that would only be a half-truth. The fact that I bit him dotted the i's and crossed the t's, because even though I know that I've been playing with knives until now when it came to feeding, because digging my tiny canines into other people can push my body in surprisingly lustful and sexual directions, this wasn't taken into account by my brain, which was just two steps away from unconsciousness. And even though I would have rather smashed my head in the wall, when I realized what the combination of these little details had done to me, it didn't change the truth, that after I dismantled the equipment in the infirmary and practically molested the masked man, I left him with such haste, the enthusiasm of which persists even now. I could choose the straightforward path and discuss this embarrassing incident with him like two adults, but it's much easier to avoid him spinelessly, which, although I know I can't continue indefinitely, I'll try to drag it out as long as possible.

And as my sharp little eyes immediately fixate on Riley's figure, which is now threateningly towering over the guy writhing on the floor of the ring, I remember why I thought it was better to hide from him. Because, as soon as I see the tiny, red bite marks on his forearm emerging from under the T-shirt, it flashes in my mind again how exciting it was when my teeth sank into the tight flesh and the red liquid pooled in my mouth, which I haven't been able to forget ever since. And my gaze continues to wander to the gloved hand, and as the image comes to life before my mind's eye, as I hold one of his long fingers in my mouth drawing out a rather lustful moan from him, then the heat in my stomach awakens with such speed that it’s downright ridiculous. And when he kneels up to release his unfortunate victim from his clutches, I take in every move of the muscles tensing under the black fabric, and the thought that enters my mind is like a reflex, reminding me that his body doesn't just look like a work of art, but it fits under my palm so perfectly, that is sin in itself.

And the only thing that pulls me back to reality is when the rough wood of the door bites into my fingers almost painfully, when my hand clenches around it with force, as my thoughts delve into more and more dangerous depths while examining the Hunter. And this sobers me up just enough to remember and become aware that I have actually taken on the role of a perverted stalker, which doesn't suit my image at all. And my behavior is particularly annoying, since this isn't the first time that a man's body was caught in my greedy little claws, and it's true, that I might have scouted some hapless idiot to relieve my needs very rarely, with whom I killed two birds with one stone, when I quenched my thirst and my natural needs at the same time, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm quite far from being innocent. And drooling over someone like a thirsty teenager is not only pitiful, but it damages my self-esteem with such force that is hard to bear. And I could try to find the reason why Riley is the one to whom my body reacts so violently after a bloody little game, but once again it's easier to resort to the well-proven "bury it in yourself and pray that it will stay there" tactic.

But before my anger can make me pull my shit together and walk away, before I'm caught in my questionable activities, the masked Hunter straightens up and his eyes find me as quickly as if he's sensed that I'm watching him. And suddenly I feel like a rabbit that has been caught at the end of the evil hunter's gun and is frozen waiting to see if the danger disappears and it doesn't turn into a glove. But when our gaze meets and I can feel the tense sparks dancing in the dark eyes flowing towards me even from such a safe distance, I understand that these two days and the absence of my presence certainly didn't dull the freshness of the memories in the man's mind. Because even though I can't perfectly assess his face hidden under the mask, my keen little senses can capture perfectly well the way his gloved hand clenches into a fist and his broad shoulders rise with the vehemence of a wild animal ready to attack. And at this point, I decide that I don't want to play this match now, when the man's testosterone and stress hormones are raging, because I'm afraid that my cunning little brain won't be able to come up with an excuse that would save my physical integrity. Therefore, I retreat from the opening of the doors with so fast as if I were just an optical illusion and I do a disappearing act instead, despite the fact that my common sense contemptuously informs me that I couldn't do anything more idiotic than this. But at this moment, I don't care in the slightest about it, because I also know that my survival will be served by this unscrupulous escape now. So much for me trying to preach to MacTavish about the wrongness of the suppression of his feelings.

And as I step out onto the hallway again, I instinctively set off on the way to my modest little room, rushing through the air of the base buzzing with tense anticipation with such hasty steps as if my life depended on it. At other times my pride would prevent me from using such pitiful strategies to avoid a rather mortifying and potentially dangerous moment, but since I still couldn't get past the intermezzo that happened in the dark depths of the infirmary, I don't mind that I look like a coward for once. And since it promises to be a much more productive activity to scan through all the research files stored on my communicator, which Laswell so graciously saved for me from my previous workplace, I now violently chase away the dubious thought that crosses my mind, which wants to warn me that I cannot avoid facing the man forever. Because even though I know that he also has the right to share his unsolicited words with me, that doesn't change the fact that my mind is nowhere near ready for this, which has fallen into such chaos that I can't semm to untangle it in any way.

Of course, I deciphered that the most terrible thing about my unconscious action was that I probably pushed the fragile peace that had just unfolded between us into an unfathomable distance. It was probably this benevolence that led the man to the scene of my vandalism that night to offer his help to my troubeled person. It was probably this goodwill that lasted even when the consequences of my rampage didn't catch up with me, since he probably smoothed out the mess of the doctor's room by himself. And this could even have been a completely new sign that he had finally buried the hatchet, and that is exactly why the fact that I gave in to stimuli that I shouldn't have upset me. What angers me the most is how much self-restraint I'm able to show under the influence of blood normally, no matter how much it pulls me towards the blissful ecstasy, but now my every brain cell was suppressed by the voice that was able to make me do this stupid thing. I myself don't know what the force was that stirred up in me and drove me towards my actions, but I would rather scrape it out of the back of my head with my own two hands so that it no longer has a chance to seduce me. The circumstances of my hunger and blood-drunken state could be responsible for the situation in themselves, but the real culprit was that fucking voice. Because it controlled me like a complete starved, lustful beast.

However, before I can get a safe distance to attempt to get rid of my frantic thoughts and occupy myself with tasks that seem much more important, the sound of fast-approaching pounding and heavy footsteps hits my ears, but by then it is too late to react. Because in the blink of an eye, a huge hand wraps around my upper arm and guides me towards one of the dozens of doors appearing in the corridor with such playful ease that before I can realize it I'm already inside a small, empty office. And as I recover from the force pushing me into the middle of the room, I just turn around with wide eyes to find myself face to face with the one who dragged me into this little hole like a rag doll. Riley slams the door behind him with a firm movement, as if it had personally harmed him, but I suspect that the wooden board is mostly forced to bear the brunt of his aggression instead of me. The man's body, swelling with strength, blocks my way of escape with perfect certainty, and because of this, my shock is penetrated by the ominous feeling that has kindly nestled itself inside me since our last meeting. It doesn't bode well for the fact that the first chance he sees me after days of hiding, he immediately corners me somewhere where he won't be heard or witnessed if he takes care of me. And the very legitimate question should arise in my mind, as to why the flame of anger is awakening in his eyes, which almost burns the skin of my astonished face, because he didn't look for me to have a chit-chat either until he caught me peeping, but I quickly dismiss this thought, because for once he has a reason to be irritated. He didn't search for answers, and I stayed out of his way as much as possible. And because of my actions, a suffocating pressure now descends between the walls of the office.

"We need to talk." He claims suddenly, and his deep voice hides hoarseness that gives me the feeling that his ire raging in the ring is still alive in him, and presumably, I'm not far from reality. After all, he tracked me down right after he realized that I had left him behind with noble simplicity, and thus there was still time for the wrath left over from the duel to come here with him. Great.

For an uncertain moment, I wonder how I should react to this rather clear statement of his, and I have the small, evil thought that if I carefully try to play the fool, he might believe that that night left a bigger mark on him than on me. I can lull him into the false knowledge that I was so delirious from the pain of my hunger and the stupor from my feeding that I remember nothing. And there is nothing more tempting to act on this vile idea, because I would rather flay off my skin with my nails than to dive into why I felt motivated to attack him, since even I don't know the exact answer to that. Although my mind realistically knows that it's a futile attempt, I still give my charade a chance, to see if in the meantime I can learn more about what I’m up against based on his reaction. Because all my nerves tell me that I have to be careful if I don't want to be the one to get the short end of the stick.

"Did something happen that we should talk about?" I ask, raising one of my arched eyebrows with light elegance, communicating with every cell in my body that he is the only one with a problem here. And thanks to the masterful manipulation techniques I have acquired over the years, it's not difficult for me to pull off the simple mask of my confusion even when I have fallen into a trap and am only a hair's breadth away from ending my earthly career. Although I doubt that he would want to kill me, I'm also aware that there are many factors that have put him in such a sour mood, and it does matter which one annoys him more.

"Your behavior." He spits almost immediately, and I can guess from the harshness of his answer that the cat-and-mouse game I've gotten ourselves into bothers him much more than what I've done against him. Which raises the small question in me, that why is this the thing that grind his gears the most. By not discussing the overheated mistake I made in my daze, I was doing him a favor, because I doubted that he would have felt like talking about this in the midst of the current upheaval. But the fact that he is now denying me the path to my freedom with the firmness of a statute proves, that I made a serious miscalculation with this assumption. And the curiosity that this whole situation involuntarily awakens sinks into my skull, because I understand less and less whether it's the infirmary incident or my hiding that bothers him more.

"What’s your problem with it?" I continue to act bewildered, and tilting my head to the side, I look into his dark eyes, which narrow in such a grim manner to my act of confusion, that I can easily sense that I have chosen a rather bad tactic for obtaining information. But despite all this, my mind is no more inclined to give in and confess, because it would also mean that I would have to face the complication that I had created for myself. And it occurs to me that since fate brought me here, I have tried countless times to anger and provoke him with selected methods, yet he managed to overcome these small inconveniences with his indifference and spiteful comments, even when I masterfully got under his skin with my comments. And I did surprise him with many sarcastic and evil remarks, yet he didn't drag me to a hidden room to ask about my motivations. Of course, the result of all this was my adventure in the forest, but in retrospect, it was a logical consequence of my behavior. But this now? Why does he now feel that in addition to the shit that threatens the whole fucking world, he has to discuss the ups and downs of our fragile relationship? Mainly because now I didn't commit an atrocity that endangered his team, and that such a tough guy couldn't overcome. Can't he just write it all off as the stupidity of a dumb girl and forget the hell about it?

But when he stalks closer to me with the slow movements of a big cat trying to pounce on its prey, I already know that I have no chance of him quietly forgetting this whole mess. And as he gets dangerously close to me, my body moves almost on its own, and I back away along with his steps approaching me, because a warning flashes in a hidden corner of my mind, that if I let him get too close, something will happen that I won't be able to talk myself out of. And despite the fact that I know that I'm being chased by someone who could break my neck so easily that he doesn't even have to strain himself, that damn excited shiver runs down my spine, which spread to every inch of me with the greatest joy even in the infirmary.

"Don't fuck with me." He snaps at me, and to my anxious mind, his voice deepens to such an extent that his warning almost sounds like a growl, which makes my stomach jump with inexplicable excitement. But before I can think about how sick it is, that my body feels the need to heat up now, my back meets the cold wall of the room, and I press myself against it like that certain trapped, desperate rabbit.  "You started into somethin’ you shouldn't have." He claims, and as he stops just a few narrow steps away from me, he comes threateningly close to me, which makes my heart start pounding and raises my heart rate to critical heights that make me light-headed.

And as soon as his words penetrate my surprise, and my nerves have a chance to grasp what he said, then a completely new kind of astonishment comes over me. Because, with the speed of a lightning strike, the feeling of my searching fingers sliding to his lap flash through my memories, and I realize, that I had not only slightly, but utterly underestimated and misdiagnosed how deeply my action had affected him. For some reason, my mind was so preoccupied with the horror of what I had done that I didn't realize that not just my body reacted unexpectedly that night, but his as well. If he hadn't caught my curious hand in time, I could have experienced how significant and hard of an impression my activity, driven by the evil little voice, made on him. With this realization, I suddenly understand why he didn't look for me to explain this whole mess, because maybe he was just as perplexed about what happened as I was. And yet, in a dark little corner of my skull, that miserable voice wakes up and whispers to me that by running away, I only fanned the spark that was rekindling in him even more. Oh damn…

"Okay! Your blood dulled my brain, I wasn't aware of what I was doing! " I finally answer motivated by the heat of the tense aura emanating from him, and raising my hands I try to signal to him that I surrender to his threat. But it seems that my first excuse doesn't convince him, because he takes another torturous step, and this makes my hands reflexively move to his chest in a feeble attempt to hold him back, whatever he's about to do. And when I feel the heat of his skin penetrating the soft cotton under my palm, I already know that it was a big mistake. "Look, what happened in the infirmary was a completely normal reaction to my bite. I didn't know it affected Hunters like that, but that's exactly why I don't use my teeth." I begin my explanation, and despite the ambiguity of my statement, I try to force decisiveness into my voice, but it's all in vain, because it quavers pitifully, as he suddenly leans down to me, resting one of his palms next to me.

And I run out of words as his eyes find mine, and I'm completely amazed by the dangerous intent that resides in them. Only now do I really realize how huge this man is, because he's holding me hostage with his body towering over me even now, and he keeps me in check as immovably as if there was a concrete wall in front of me. And instead of this causing a completely logical reflex of terror, my stomach just trembles expectantly, and from the burning warmth emanating from the Hunter, a hot tingle crawls under my skin on nimble feet, which has no business being here now. Still, I can't steel myself and drive away these unreasonable and annoying feelings, because they wake up so willingly from Riley's proximity, as if there was no more natural reaction to being pinned to the wall by a man who could finish me off in a split second. Like some divine spark, the realization hits my brain that this isn't a new feeling, because there have been countless times when it has reared its head in my subconscious. From time to time, this shudder visited me when there was some kind of life-threatening tension between the two of us. And my nerves completely give up when I realize that, contrary to my previous assumptions, I'm sick and masochistic enough to be excited and attracted by the mixture of danger and power radiating from Riley, which almost immediately makes me want to question my sanity.

But before I could dip my feet even a little into the shallow puddle of questionable feelings and theories, and before the increasingly heated situation could escalate further, the communicator hidden in my pants beeps sharply and pulls me back to reality with cruel force. And I suddenly feel like thanking any higher power of dubious existence for interrupting the tense moment between the two of us. I forcefully suppress the trembling of my hands as I peel one of my hands off the man's body, and reach into the side pocket of my pants to pull out the tiny little device, and the Hunter's dark gaze follows my every move with unceasing attention. And as I call up the voice message that saved me so willingly with a few button presses, Price's deep voice breaks through the suffocating silence of the room.

"Kate came back and brought something. You need to see this." Comes the short message, and this gives Riley enough motivation to stop cornering me and take a few steps back to finally let me breathe. But from the way he looks at me, I know that although duties are once again in the spotlight, because unfortunately, the developments that promise new danger cannot wait, this conversation is far from over.

[bookishjules]

any sizzy headcanons revolving around simons band?

i have this really bad habit of imagining simon's band either sticking around and simon stepping in for features, or just competely reforming to allow simon to rejoin at some point in the future (even shadowhunters need hobbies right?), and i think it's important to keep that in mind for context. also, when i say EKM, know i'm referring to eric, kirk, and matt <3

during the whole "will they won't they" sizzy era, at least one of the boys definitely begins a "bro if you don't get with her, i will" running joke. i mean.. EKM start teasing simon as soon as he starts mentioning izzy--before she ever shows up to a show or practice, before even he and clary try and fail to have a relationship

i think EKM are fully aware of simon's forever crush on clary and are ready for him to move on, want him to move on and get over his best friend bc they know it would be the best for him. "plus, from what you're telling us about this isabelle chick, she must be smokin" bc dudes will be dudes. and these dudes are the most dudes

yeah there are songs that start popping up about her. if we're talking quantity of lyrics written, eric takes the cake, but the others have written quality lyrics before too, some of which even end up fitting into a rift they've been fiddling with. and the aforementioned jokes and teasing do find their way into lyrics, in the most fun and unserious way ofc

when simon himself first starts writing about isabelle, it's while he's alone in his room pretending to have the flu but actually hiding the fact that he's a vampire. he sits there in the dark, playing around with his guitar just for something to do, and finds his thoughts being drawn back to isabelle. words start coming to his head to match the tune he's strumming, but it takes him an hour after he finishes the song to actually write it down. good material is good material, even if it's embarrassing, even if he can't tell whether the lyrics are actually representative of his feelings..

speaking of embarrassing.. simon never once allows a song written about izzy to be played at a show she attends (nor, for that matter, did he allow them to be played when maia attended a show during his idiot era)

(and if you're wondering.. no, he never wrote a song about maia)

some of the songs that izzy never heard are too specific to make it through the memory wipe, but others find their way onto the set list of shows isabelle attends in secret. she's alone on those nights.. alone in a way that hurts, but also in the sense that she never told anyone where she was going.. not even clary, bc she knew clary wouldn't be able to stand being this close to simon enjoying himself onstage, enjoying his life and his friends without her.. izzy can stand it tho. or, she tells herself she can stand it. but still she's extra grateful for her glamour when the tears begin to escape because they start playing a song she can tell was once about her.. and it feels like so long since she looked at simon and saw herself reflected in his eyes, even metaphorically.

izzy reintroduces herself to EKM after reconnecting with simon as a move toward staking her claim, and they're too scared of her to not talk simon out of going on any dates during that summer before leaving for the academy.

simon stays friends with his bandmates, even after he leaves the band and then leaves the country for the majority of two years. sometimes they'll meet up and goof around with their instruments. sometimes they'll have a video game or dnd night

izzy knows how important it is for simon to keep these people in his life, so she encourages it and even hangs out with the crew more often than not.

and by crew, i do mean crew, as it begins to grow once EKM start finding partners, once their band adopts a new member or two

after simon asks izzy to marry him, EKM insist on throwing a bachelor party for him. simon tells them they plan on eloping so he doesn't have to give a reason why they aren't invited to the (very shadowhunter) wedding, which only gives them more reason to go all out with the bach.

while sizzy is traveling and working on recruitment etc. EKM will occasionally reach out and ask for an extra opinion on some piece of music or another. sometimes izzy will cut in and offer an idea that helps them get through whatever block they were facing, which, really, how could she not have developed a sense for the process after being around it for so long.

sometimes when simon performs with the band, they'll even have izzy come up and sing with them to add another layer

when sizzy kids start appearing and then getting old enough to appreciate music, izzy will bring them along with her to watch simon perform . they'll run up and hug him after the show when he's all sweaty from the spotlights, but he'll lift them up anyway and ask if they liked the show. one of them has a baby crush on matt and hides when he passes by with pieces of his drum set. another says this song or that was stupid or that daddy should have smashed his guitar at the end like a real rockstar. simon just laughs and leans over the little one's head to kiss isabelle.

[torialefay]

Hello! I just found your blog and I'm obsessed okay? I love the combo of Kpop and Astrology and you do such a good job at it I HAD to follow instantly 🤍 I was wondering if I could have a natal chart compatibility reading? You can write which member is best suited to me (And maybe for fun briefly mention who I should stay tf away from haha 😂) My pronouns are She/Her! Thank you so much 💋

hi baby! tysm for being patient with me <3 here you gooooo!

so for most compatible, i was really struggling to choose between felix and chan. han wasn't a bad option either. but if i had to pick just ONE, i'm sticking with felix for now. but just know any of the 3 i think would be perfectly suitable. if you want me to elaborate on the other 2 a little just lmk <3

and fun fact: your sun, mercury, venus, and mars are all the same as changbin (which COULD also lead to a good relationship, but with your placements in particular i think it'd lead to more bestie vibes than anything... bc if one of yall is delusional, then so is the other one and there's no one there to pull you out of the trenches lol.)

your ascendant in taurus:

soooo i may be partial, but i really think there is such a great aura that comes with having ascendant in taurus. taurus is such a beautiful, grounding sign that also has that element of divine femininity to it from its venus ruler. it's likely that you come across as having a loving, beautiful personality & also that you have your shit together lol. as far as looks, if you are playing into your rising (which i would encourage), i'd venture to guess that you'd look & feel best in beutiful, elevated styles. this could be anywhere from super girly pink or femme fatale, but embracing that feminine energy is gonna be key. if you hone in on that, it definitely pushes you forward in a captivating way!

for skz, i think it'd be hard for any of them to be uninterested tbh. felix is a pretty ethereal guy. he just naturally draws beauty toward him. i think he'd be really intrigued by you initially and that you'd potentially really catch his eye. especially with that lovey nature taurus risings can have- making you feel super special and seen... lixie would dig it im sure.

your sun in leo:

you are definitely an encourager & able to see what people's strong suits are. felix can get a bit unsure of himself at times and i think you'd be really good at helping him work through that. his "serving" virgo energy makes me think that he'd really really want to give you anything you wanted & he'd probably like it if you were more so in the spotlight than him.

your moon in aries:

same as felix! i love a moon matchup & think it's absolutely one of the most crucial points for predicting long term compatibility. with this placement, you probably have a deep, burning desire to find passion throughout life. whether that's in a person, in art and music, in your work or service to others, in connection with your spirit, etc etc. basically, you are hungry to have purpose and fulfill it. that's not a quality that just anyone can handle. but felix does so perfectly bc he feels the exact same. you'd definitely make the most of life together :)

your mercury in cancer:

oh so you feeeeel feel? you're likely also somewhat expressive of these emotions (whether that's through verbal, through art, through mannerisms, etc). in that case, you're super in luck bc so is lixie. you both deeply understand emotions and the beauty within them. felix's libra here is a great sign to help with re-assurance for you, should you ever need it. it'd also allow for some super heart-felt convos that make your connection deeper than what others have.

your venus in virgo:

your venus tells me you're usually more attracted to super hard-working and driven individuals. people who may come across as a more "dominant" person, while still being super charming and kind. this was a part of the reason why i was having a tough time not picking chan (bc he is a virgo venus' dream ofc), BUT i think once we get past the surface, lix would be the better choice! felix can actually have a more dominant personality at times, which usually isn't seen on camera due to his dynamic within the group itself. but he definitely know how to get shit done. his venus is in libra, which means he's gonna please the shit out of you. would he have the upper hand in the bedroom? for sure. but is he not gonna do a damn thing unless you say you want it? absolutely. you could have that man on a leash making him whatever tf you want lol (sorry lixie)

your mars in scorp:

y'all are definitely gonna have some fun times & actually probably both be borderline obsessed with each other at times. i think fights would get really messy between you two and def would involve some psychological warfare. i think it'd actually take a while to work through fights too. but the other placements make up for it.

who to stay away from?

simplest answer: lee know. now i'm not saying y'all would hate each other for REAL, but i could definitely see a "love to hate" relationship here... and y'all getting on each other's nerves BAD 😂

[tales-of-magic-and-chaos]

A supermassive data leak has been discovered (the biggest ever in fact.) : what does it mean and what to do?

(This is a small amateur post by someone interested in privacy and safety online and that wants to encourage good habits. And this with this new leak, it is a good time to remind people of a few basic habits to have online. This is meant to be accessible as much as possible and the list of tips is non-exhaustive.) (+See the end for a few of the sources used)

A new data leak of 12 terabytes of information, some compiled from previous data breaches, has been publicly posted and exposed. A lot of big websites are concerned, such as : weibo, tencent, twitter, Adobe, Wattpad, MySpace, Deezer, LinkedIn, Canva, Dropbox, Telegram.... So yeah. You are very likely to be concerned.

How to know if you are concerned?

The website Cybernews propose a tool to easily search If you're concerned by the data leak and there is also the classic Have I Been Pwned. You can also check the leaked data yourself.

In any case, don't panic. If you're concerned start by changing your passwords (your email's password too. Especially this one.) and maybe look into improving your habits online.

Some tips to improve your safety online

Whether you're concerned or not by the data breach, there are some easy tips and habit you can use to improve your security.

- DO NOT USE THE SAME PASSWORD ON EVERY WEBSITE.

- DO NOT use a SIMILAR password with only slight differences and the same method to create it either !!!!

- DO use a strong password: long (like at least 10 characters), complex with several letters (lower and upper case), several numbers and others characters in a random/complex order. You can also use a sentence as a password (complexified ofc) for example.

- Enable two-factor authentification when you can.

- I advise to use a password manager if you can and want. Choose wisely but there are some great options, with free and premiums possibilities such as Dashline, Bitwarden, 1Password or the recent ProtonPass. Be careful to choose a very strong master password that you'll be able to memorize!

- Bonus: use aliases for you emails (for example via SimpleLogin)

To learn more + ressources that I personally like :

- Cybernews' article on this data leak

- Forbes' article

- NBTV : a YouTube channel, they're also on other platforms, that educates on the subjects of privacy and safety online.

- Proton: a Swiss-based society that proposes several privacy-based services such as ProtonMail, ProtonPass, Proton Drive, ProtonVPN... The free options are already quite interesting imo but you can also upgrade to a paid plan for additional storage and more options (they are often on sales and if you use them they are worth it). (There are other options if you prefer)

- SimpleLogin: allows you to create multiple aliases for the same mail address (there are other options)

[sunnysssol]

Are we allowed to make our own Assistantverse ocs? (With credit ofc) (sorry if you’ve already answered this LOL just wanna make sure ur cool with it)

Yes, you are! It's an open AU and in fact, I kind of encourage it because all the OCs I put up there (with the exception of Suzie and Wilfred, of course!) are all placeholders. But I recommend either DMing me or waiting until I get around to uploading the updated lore because I have been slowly developing it some more behind the scenes LOL but overall, just credit me and you're free to do as you like !! 🫶

[chaos-and-recover]

Ignoring/blocking is a way to "stepcbsck" but ofc it didn't work for me because I ended up isolating myself and creating an echo chamber lol but maybe that's a sign you need help if you cannot speak to anyone bc everything is problematic. It's hard to know where the line is bc yeah everybody is allowed to block and ignore whoever they want for any reason but it's not safe to create an echo chamber where you never see anything you dislike ever and therefore you cannot build a tolerance. Stay safe out there! I can only say: if the idea of someone liking any media causes you rage, it's time to talk to someone and evaluate with someone objective, and if any thing about my story made you feel uncomfortable or resonated with you, look up the symptoms of moral OCD! Also OT a bit bit i do think a lot of religious zealots have it. It doesn't always manifest with media. Mine did tho. Also I do think as a cisgender man ppl may have reacted differently than to a woman. I am not blind to that fact and also that my previous behavior was abusive, so I am also in anger management. There is no shame in seeking help everyone!

Very wise words! It's for sure a fine line between blocking people for your own comfort and getting stuck in an echo chamber where everything you see just reinforces what you already believe.

And I think you may be right that a lot of religious zealots may have it and some religious groups may even encourage it, especially high-control groups that rely on their members being in the kind of echo chamber that would reinforce it.

Anyway I am so glad you're working on it and sound like you're managing better! I hope things continue on that track for you.

[donahdevotees]

i feel like. A "wrong" lesbian or a bad one at that. I hate Nana (the manga and anime), I don't relate to Chappel Roan. I feel like I don't belong in the crowd and that. Lesbianism is a big test. And I'm failing it ofc and the girls are gonna tell me I'm unlovable and not real.

But ever since discovering i was a lesbian through one of my favorite series ever and finding solace in the fact that this character is "weird/strange/odd/scary" in every sence of the word, she wouldn't see me as wrong. I mean she herself is a human-doll hybrid and is incredibly flawed and she knows how broken the both of us are and she. Loves me because i'm vulnerable and open and she wants to also be as open as i am in regards to how imperfect she is. I dunno. We're in her attic listening to The Mountain Goats. We're telling each other stories about our transness. We're ok with how some lesbian media doesn't represent us but we're allowed to be rightfully frustrated.

I don't think there is any way to be a wrong lesbian, if you love women and identify/relate with the label then you're a lesbian and everyone else can stay in their own lane and mind their buisness. Sometimes the mainstream crowd and online crowd around our community and sub-communities can be the wrong fit for us but that doesn't mean we're wrong or don't belong, it just means we haven't found the right people to form that community with. I feel like the online sphere has definitely made everything seem like a test you can fail if you don't meet certain criteria but I promise the only thing that matters is how you feel and no one else's opinion or made up scoring sheet can take that away.

I'm glad you've found a character that helps make you feel seen, understood and loved because that is always so special and healing. Finding comfort in being different together is a beautiful thing and that type of love is really beautiful so I'm so happy you can have that with her and find so much comfort in her company and conversation! 🩷 And absolutely you're allowed be frustrated, I share some frustrations when it comes to my own identity being portrayed in media so I absolutely understand how it can wear on you over time!

My best advice is to do your best to ignore what others are setting as 'requirements' as hard as it is, because from what i've found trying to fit yourself into the box other people have made only makes one even more miserable. I'm also sure there are plenty of fellow lesbians who share your feelings here, I know a few that actually have voiced similar things in the past.

If any fellow lesbians feel like leaving kind words, encouragements or their own experiences with similar feelings please do! It's nice knowing you're not alone. 🩷

[marikosenwrites]

little omori main cast head canons when you're dating

a/n: my first time writing an omori fic, and in fact, a fic! hope you guys like this. ONTO THE MAIN STUFF! (p.s. all banner are made by me, and the pictures that you see on it, are from pinterest!)

ships: basil, sunny, aubrey, hero, kel(i tried)

tw: FLUFF YASS, possible spoilers(?)

basil

‣firstly, this guy is a complete cutie

‣you need to protect him at all costs. AT ALL COSTS, YOU UNDERSTAND?

‣he loves you so, so much though seriously

‣will name a few plants after you

‣loves playing with your hair like after making flower crowns or braiding it

‣calls you his favorite flower all the time (sometimes your real name) (is his fav flower sunflower??) and you call him "my love"

‣watches tv with you on the weekend (in fact, your parents are as good as dead and you inherited the house so you work like 12 hours one day to get the money you need)

‣makes you herbal tea after a difficult day at GINO'S or wherever you're working at

‣you stand up for him when the hooligans (aubrey takes the lead) bully him

‣he loves cuddling with you in bed or on couch, either is fine for him, he loves it either way

‣goes to sunny's house too, hoping to see him come out some time but isn't brave enough to knock on the door except when you encourage him to but he's usually sleeping (IN HEADSPACE RN)

‣that inner demon he has scares you sometimes

‣when polly said he went missing you were freaking out so hard

‣you wouldnt sleep until you found him and was searching for him in faraway town like everywhere until like kel hero and sunny showed up you finally got a wink of sleep BUT NOT MUCH

‣da gang FINALLY found him and you heard from polly (who called you) that basil was in the hospital

‣you rushed there ofc

‣you were crying next to him and basil was like "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SUNFLOWER??"

‣you were crying tears of relief

‣he is definitely kissing you like no other boyfriend would and could he missed you

‣HAPPY ENDING basil told you the truth a long time ago (did i forget to mention that)

sunny

⁍give him affection will be the first thing i say if not last

⁍after shutting himself out for 4 years, i would say he doesn't crave for attention

⁍but he does like someone patting his head from time to time

⁍if you call him darling, he gets really flustered so you call him that every where

⁍he calls you by your actual name like "y/n" and you can't say you don't like your name coming out of his mouth like that

⁍when you give him saccharine affections, he just *chef's kiss rn*

⁍he doesn't exactly favor pda (public distribution of affection), so you usually shower him with affection when you're in his house or what not

⁍your mom and dad loves him they want him as their child (LIKE BRO)

⁍you listen to him playing the violin all the time (you bought him a new one ur rich)

⁍him playing the violin is simply stunning

⁍then you ask him to play all the time

⁍he gladly does it for you

⁍when he ends up in the hospital, you're just outside waiting for him to come back and then you learn that he lost sight in one of his eyes

⁍you immediately go to basil's room, hoping to find him there

⁍you're next to basil asking him what happened

⁍he says to wait for sunny

⁍and then sunny enters, tells all of you the truth

⁍you didn't know, so you hugged him SO HARD the doctors asked you to stop

⁍"i'm sorry i wouldn't tell you sooner y/n, i wanted to tell everybody at once. basil knows."

⁍you said it's okay you'll be fine

⁍happy ending...? he moves away, but still comes back on the weekends with his mom

aubrey

⁌you call her auby cuz its cute

⁌you hang out with her and the hooligans

⁌you're always working when aubrey's "talking" with basil

⁌when you find out

⁌you try to convince her to not

⁌and then m a r i comes to your mind and why she stole the photo album

⁌everything makes sense now

⁌so you comfort her and give her cuddles and let her stay for the night at your house

⁌your parents love her so they allow it

⁌she emits warmth

⁌when hero kel sunny and the hooligans visit, you're with her in the attic and like "who's that??" because hero kel sunny haven't interacted with you guys in like 3 years

⁌you find out it's the guys when they come up and you're just hugging aubrey (auby 😭)

⁌you guys look through the album after the photos hero gets the photos from her mirror(?)

⁌so many good memories...

⁌all of you are there when sunny says the truth

⁌and boy were you shocked

⁌but it's still, a happy ending. perhaps it will last forever!

hero

∙head over heels for you. definitely.

∙when he's in college, you guys face time a LOT

∙when he's back, he definitely spends a day with you WITHOUT FAMILY around him and well

∙he loves pda

∙showers you with kisses when you're outside

∙he loves cooking for you whether afternoon morning or night

∙call him husband material HE BEAMS LIKE THE SUN

∙so sweet when you're around

∙if someone dares disrespect you, he'll be like "i'm sorry, but my girlfriend/boyfriend here (emphasis on girlfriend/boyfriend), is also a human, and you should treat her like one, not like she's/he's some alien that just landed from outer space."

∙they back down >:)

∙makes flower crowns for you often

∙asks basil for ideas and if he would give hero his plants so he could make you flower/grass crowns

∙if basil had extra, i think he would

∙but unwillingly (he loves his plants)

∙kel loves spending time with you too, as his future family, though

∙you, hero and kel love playing card games, and with sunny and aubrey later on

∙when sunny and basil go into the hospital you guys are just like "what in the world happened"

∙but its a really happy ending and you all end up forgiving basil and sunny

kel

⚪bro is clingy

⚪and silly

⚪but you love that side of him

⚪you prepare with him whenever hero comes home and you personally go to mari's grave

⚪sometimes he goes with you

⚪made you drink that acidic-ly sweet orange joe once

⚪your stomach disagreed with it

⚪he was saying "SORRY SORRY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO" over and over

⚪"kelsey- i'm fine-"

⚪he was shocked when you called him his full name but he loves it

⚪he loves the way his full name comes out of your mouth

⚪you're like a proud mom/dad when kelsey stands up for sunny and basil

⚪you cuddle with him all the time in his house your house is usually partying because your mom and dad love bringing people over and you just sneak away

⚪quality time is your love language

⚪when basil and sunny say the truth y'all forgave him and wrap everyone in a GROUP HUG that was directed by kel(sey)

⚪YAY

a/n: hope you liked this head canon, really, if you have feedback, you're welcome to tell me!

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