#ok I should interrogate that feeling I guess

[wlwgang]

Nicola Coughlan the woman that you are!!!!!

[aka-indulgence]

Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!

I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…

Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?

(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)

(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))

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Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.

“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”

“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”

“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”

He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”

So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.

“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”

“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”

nice? is that all i have to say about her?

“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.

…

i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.

“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.

“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.

He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.

“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”

Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”

“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.

“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.

“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”

Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”

“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”

Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…

Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?

Your dad broke the silence.

“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”

Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.

“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”

Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.

“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”

“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…

“Found it,”

He turned his phone around.

There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.

Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.

He must’ve looked unhinged.

“What do you think?” Your mom asked.

“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”

Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”

****

You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).

Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.

But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.

A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.

“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”

“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”

“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”

“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”

You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.

Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.

“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”

“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”

It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.

You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”

Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.

Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.

“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”

You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.

Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.

“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”

“What?”

“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”

“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”

There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.

You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.

Oh how naive you were.

He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.

“b… baby…… b… baby…”

Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!

It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.

And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.

Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.

“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”

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i have this fic idea but I'm a terrible writer, so I'm handing the honor to ya'll.

raven Neil helps kevin get out of the nest with a broken hand at 16 and kevin promised to come back for him and jean. few months after that, right after Neil helps jean out too, he apparently dies. (apparently). kevin also goes to his funeral and literally see him dead as fuck, and getting buried for real. he also thinks that jean died too, since he suddenly disappeared from the nest.

3 years later, kevin and other foxes are coming back to fox tower after the practic, since he joined the foxes, and there's a kid sitting on the bricks by the tower's door, maybe 9 or 10 years old with dirt on his face and a little mod on his hair and nothing else but a duffel bag and a guitar case.

he jumps up and approach the foxes when he sees kevin

he asks "hi. are you kevin?" he told kevin

everybody shot questioning looks at kevin, but he himself is way more surprised.

"I'm kevin, who are you?"

"my brother told me to come and find you. he left the house this morning and said if he wasn't back by night, i should come and find you to stay with you until he comes to pick me up."

well, wtf?

"kid, who are you, where are your parents?"

"how do you even know kevin?"

"i don't know kevin. my brother told me to come here and look for kevin day. he said you have a 2 on your face, that's how i guessed you might be kevin."

"who is your brother? and what about your parents?"

"what's your name baby?"

"what's with that guitar case."

"EVERYBODY STOP TALKING AT THE SAME TIME" dan kneels in front of the kid

"could you tell me your name, kid?"

"I'm oliver."

"ok. ok oliver, who is your brother"

"Neil."

dan looks at kevin

"kevin, do you know a Neil?"

"no. not that i could remember. what's your last name?"

"mine is davis."

"i don't know any Neil davis"

"no only I'm davis, he is josten."

"he has a different last name?"

"he is my not my real brother, can i stay here ot not? I'm tired and dirty."

"mouthy."

"he is right tho."

"where are your parents, oliver?"

"Neil's my only family."

"kevin?"

"of course he can stay Dan what the fuck? you don't even have to ask for kevin's opinion, he is a kid and he is alone. are you hungry kid?"

the kid stares at Nicky, then nods.

"ok let's go inside, someone calls wymack."

kevin is definitely fucking confused, so are eveybody else.

then while somebody is preparing food,(Nicky probably), the foxes kinda, Interrogate the mysterious kid.

"how did you find here?"

"Neil left the address"

"how did Neil knew kevin was here?"

"i don't know."

"had he said anything about kevin before?"

"no."

"kevin, any thoughts?"

"alcohol"

"no."

"ok, let's keep calm, where do you live?"

"Colombia"

"how did you get here from there?"

"taxi."

"ok, ok ok so, do you want to go back and get some of your stuff?"

" the house was set on fire, i was afraid and wanted to go back mid way, but when i went back, it was ruined, so i got another taxi and came here again."

"*gapes"

"what the fuck."

"what the fuck for real."

"you could stiw be at the house and it would be so bad!"

"shut up all of you, how old are you oliver?"

"ten."

"ok, ok so-"

"Dan you're panicing"

"no I'm not, ok so, so oliver, how does Neil look like? maybe if you tell us then kevin can recognize him"

"would you throw me out if kevin doesn't recognize him?"

"NOOO"

"absolutely not"

"it's not even kevin's decision"

"No ollie. is it ok of i call you ollie? could you tell us how Neil looks like?"

"brown eyes, brown hair, um, he is short, little taller than him" points at Andrew.

"kevin?"

"No"

so, they talk to the kid, get him clothes, feed him and he stays with the monsters till wymack gets there and suggest he stays with abby but oliver wants to stay with kevin, because well, Neil told him so.

a week passes. oliver finds out Andrew is so much like Neil. he looks scary and an asshole but he feels safe. so ollie just automatically keeps following him around. he throws random facts about Neil every now and then, and well, doesn't he seem fucking interesting?

when he accidentally touches Andrew and he lashes out, Allison tells him that Andrew is an Asshole in general and has problems. ollie says it's ok and it doesnt mean Andrew is an asshole, he says that Neil taught him that you shouldn't touch people without their permission and some people don't like to be touched, like Neil himself. he says that sometimes Neil doesn't let ollie hug him or put his head on his lap for a nap, but Neil told him that it doesn't have anything to do with the person and it doesn't mean he doesn't love him, it's like I'm scared of clowns, and if you invite one to your birthday, I'm not coming. it doesn't have anything to do with you.

when they ask how did he and Neil became brothers, he says that his parents found Neil injured and almost dying and took him in. the his parents die in an accident and Neil had been taking care of them both since, even tho he is just nineteen.

he tells Andrew he knows why he wears armbands because Neil wears them too.

he tells the foxes Neil is so smart and so stupid and the same time

he tells them once his uncle, who is an asshole, told him something bad and disgusting and when be told Neil about it, Neil said not to worry and their uncle never visited them again. he suspects Neil had done something probably.

he tells them he always starts fights.

he tells them Neil once patched himself up with dental floss and a niddle.

he says Neil loves his guitar and it's probably the only thing he likes, that's why he brought it with him.

he tells them stories about him and Neil. how Neil learned how to bake him cookies, the cool car toys he buys him, the bigges birthday cake he had for his nineth birthday, how he laughed for ten minutes when they called from school and said his teacher caught him cheating at math, how good Neil is at math, how he never saw him with a girl, how much he runs, when he taught him exy, when he dyed his hair orange once, how he picks him up om time everyday from school, the shark shaped sandwiches he makes him for school lunch, the spiderman backpack he bought him, when he sings and thinks no one is hearing.

one time when Andrew wakes up from a nightmare, he sees ollie waking up too. he tells him Neil has nightmares often amd he thinks ollie doesn't know, but he once stopped breathing and was shaking and ollie was scared and went to help him, and from that time he always woke up when Neil had a nightmare to make sure he doesn't feel bad like that again( he meant panic attack but he is just 10)

so

ollie stays there for almost 3 weeks, he stays with abby after a while cause you can't just let a kid live in a dorm, but Andrew and kevin both stayed with him at abby's, and all the other foxes would always visit. they would take him to practice, let him play exy and teach him.

olli was a great kid. smart, polite, nice and kind.

abby would hug him whenever he missed Neil and started crying. Matt and Nicky would take him shopping and buy him toys. he would play toy cars with Rene and Dan and practice exy with kevin. Seth and Allison would take him to zoo and even Aaron had a soft spot for the kid.

And Andrew, well, was his safe place. he would go to him when he had a nightmare, would ask him stupid questions, would hide behind him when he saw something he was scared of, would ask him if he could put his head on his lap and would cry with his head on his shoulder and tell him how worried he is cause Neil hasn't come to get him yet.

when the foxes ask what if Neil doesn't come for him, he just says he knows he will, Neil never breaks his promise.

so, almost a month and the foxes love ollie.

one day after the practice, when they are all at the locker room and ollie is putting away his own special gears, Seth starts messing with him jokingly (like he does all the time) and pulls his shirt, but he accidentally pulls too hard and ollie trips and falls down with a small shout.

well guess what? that exact moment a bloody dude(literally, bleeding from everywhere) shows up out of nowhere growling" don't fucking touch him"

well, yes,it's Neil ofc.

and everybody are like :O

and the dude can barely stand but he attacks Seth but before he can beat the shit out of him ollie appears in front of him and stops him

and in a second Neil pulls ollie behind him to protect him and stands defensive and ready to kill. Andrew takes out his knives

Neil then lands eyses on kevin, and well, he asked ONE THING FROM KEVIN AND HE LEY THESE PEOPLE HURT OLLIE???

then goes to launch himself at kevin with a "i fucking trusted your coward ass you fucking-"

but then ollie starts crying and pulls his shirt (which was ripped literally) and asks him to stop and swears this people didn't hurt him and took care of him.

then Neil says ok and hugs ollie, then turns to kevin and tells him they are even. kevin standing there looking like he was a ghost.( he was actually) then Neil tells ollie they're leaving but ollie cries harder and says Neil is hurt and Abby is a nurse and can help him. Neil pulls on a BAMF when other foxes say the same and says this is literally nothing and he is completely well, but ollie cries even harder and he can't say no to ollie so he just says ok and then after his first step, he falls to his knees and literally collapses (everybody are lol he really is as stubborn and asshole as ollie said).

then Neil wakes up at abby's, then has a talk with kevin and kevin be like wtf u were dead.

and he is like yeah no jean is also alive.

and foxes all standing around his bed and staring at him cause wtf this is really The Neil.

also Neil is so bad ass btw.

then he has a talk with ollie.

he probably disappeared cause his father found out he was still alive. he came back for ollie anyway.

then we have the Andreil tension start.

then wymack offers him a place on the team and be declines cause well, he is supposed to be dead. Neil doesn't really like exy that much here, his new coping mech is music. he stays for a week at Abby's to recover, panicks over how many days ollie lost of school. kevin asks how he knew he was here and he says he had bought a home near here for a reason. ollie is smart and knows Neil likes to actually go to collage but won't for ollie's sake. he suggests to go live with his aunt. then we have some arguments here. and then i don't really know actually. ollie would probably go live with his aunt wich is a good woman and then just Romance probably

bye

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Please can I have a little crumblet of my hubby in therapy 😭🥰

You can have an entire snippet!! 💕💋

“Would you like to talk about these bad experiences?”

“Not really.”

He realizes he’s coming off as rude, and gruffly adds with a shrug: “There’s nothing to talk about. It was a bad experience.”

You look at him now, mirroring the up and down glance he just gave you, and he starts to shake his leg. An involuntary action that tells you he feels like this situation resembles an interrogation. When your gaze slowly drops to his boot bouncing in the air under that chair, it stops.

He doesn’t like it that he got caught being slightly nervous. He makes it clear that he knows what you just did, that you were evaluating him just with your stare, and that he doesn’t like it one bit.

You could almost swear from this little scenario alone that Simon Riley has a background that includes some form of torture.

You scribble another word on your notebook.

Hypervigilant. Suspicious?

“Do you have nightmares?”

“Sometimes.”

“What kind of nightmares?”

He takes a longish pause, directs those vigilant eyes to the floor for a moment. The leg gives another shake, then another shake.

“The regular. Trapped inside a crashed vehicle or plane. Can’t get out and then I wake up feeling like I can’t get air.”

You put it up: regular nightmares about suffocating to death.

“Then there’s the occasional dream where I strangle women.”

You pause in the middle of writing, then quickly return to what you were doing.

Okay... Okay. Nothing too unusual, you can do this. You try to keep your breaths long and even as you raise your stare and your professional compassion to him.

“Would you like to elaborate more on that?”

He huffs a dark, short chuckle.

“No. But I guess I have to.”

He thinks he has to tell you about his nightmares about hurting women only because that’s far more concerning than the occasional dreams of being caught in a death trap. Or then he wants you to say it’s ok and that they are only dreams.

You draw a breath, but it's he who speaks first.

“I would never hurt a woman in real life.”

You tilt your head, this time with genuine compassion. It’s simply the human in you: the woman in you. One of your whimsical new age friends said you're a wounded healer and that you should be careful before you start mothering another emotionally unavailable, broken man. That you ought to date someone sensible for once.

You fight the urge to shake those thoughts off – you’re not planning to date this man. You can’t date your clients, it’s the first rule of being a therapist. Well, perhaps not the first, but still, you’re not here to save–

“Don’t know what to do with those dreams. It's just… Is wha’ it is.”

You take another deep breath. “How does it–”

“Make me feel?” He huffs. It’s not what you were going to ask, but you’re pleased to see he’s being co-operative. In his own way.

“Disgusting. Makes me feel disgusted with myself.”

“These are just dreams. As long as you don’t make them reality, they’re just dreams.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Your lips draw into a thin line, and you can’t help yourself from scribbling another thing down.

Arrogant.

“What did I do now?” He asks, trying to direct the conversation elsewhere. Or then he’s genuinely curious. What was it in his Yeah, I know that was so telling, so monumental? You notice that you’re smiling softly as you draw him back to the session in hand.

“How have you dealt with these feelings of shame and disgust?”

He blinks.

“Guess I haven’t. What would doctor suggest?”

“I’m not a doctor. But I would suggest you introduce yourself to mercy every time you have these nightmares.”

“Mercy,” he repeats, a bit flabbergasted. His voice lacks the commanding, rough tone it usually has when he knows he’s one step ahead.

“Yes. How does that feel?” You could hit yourself on the forehead for using such a cliche line. You continue before he gets to return it all back to you with a jab. “Does the word mercy incite anything particular in you?”

“I dunno. Haven’t found it useful.”

His answer is typical for a soldier and a commander of his team. But you see that you’ve at least planted a seed. The word mercy will probably be on his mind even when he goes to sleep tonight.

“And why is that?”

“It’s a luxury I can’t afford,” he shrugs nonchalantly. A tough world view, as was expected, and you move on to the question everyone either hates or loves the most.

“How would you describe your childhood? Your relationship with your mother and father?”

He gives a short laugh. “That didn’t take long.”

“Some of these questions might seem unimportant right now but I hope you would answer them nonetheless. Could you do that for me?”

The last line is not your usual go, but with this client, you have a hunch that a little bit of charm might go a long way. And you just can’t help yourself. Of course, the results are immediate.

“Sure, miss,” he drags every syllable like he’s tasting champagne on his tongue. “Childhood… Not a very happy one. Father was a drinker. Cheated on my mum.”

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday 💚🧡🩷❤️💜💙

Hello my friends, thanks for the tags @eddiebabygirldiaz @inell @repressedqueen @tizniz @loveyouanyway @loserdiaz

So today I’m doing something a bit different cos why not.. this week I got a comment on an older fic from ao3 user starspangledwriter (hello) that lead to a lovely conversation about the Buddie of it all and why they mean so much to me. The person I was chatting to suggested it might be nice to share here, so I am.

And also just to say this is what i think we writers love/hope for with comments, it’s not about wanting people to say nice things (which is obviously lovely) but having a chat about my beloveds and the story I created.

And speaking of the story… here it is if you want to check it out.

Fifteen Minutes 1.4k

“You look happy.”

Buck smiles at Eddie because he’s right, he is happy. He hasn’t been for a while but today he is, he might not have everything he wants but right now he’s happy to be in this place with these people.

He takes a deep breath and says that around his smile  “I am.” He scans Bobby and Athena’s living room takes in its occupants all chatting and laughing together. “Everyone I love is here.” He looks at Eddie expecting to see him smiling but he’s sees a frown instead. Eddie doesn’t look at him when he says,

“I didn’t see Taylor arrive. Is she here?”

Oh yeah that. He hasn’t actually told Eddie yet has he.

“Um no” he says casually. He can see Eddie trying to process that, he’s adorable when he’s confused.

“But you just said.”

“I know what I said.” He replies also not looking as he confirms the news that Taylor is not here and that he’s worked out he doesn’t love her. There’s a pause, he can’t resist a quick look at Eddie so he catches it when it finally clicks.  Eddie says  “oh”  and Buck sees a smile flash across his face like quicksilver before he wipes it away. There and gone again, so quick Buck might have imagined it. He’s pretty sure he hadn’t though. There’s another moment of silence before Eddie asks the question good friends are supposed to in these circumstances.

“You ok?”

“Yup like I said everyone I love is here. I’m perfect.”

He should probably distract Eddie or he might get interrogated as to why he’s broken up with his girlfriend and that’s a conversation he’s not keen to have. He doesn’t like lying especially to Eddie and any explanation as to why he did what he did is going to reveal more than he’d like.

He can practically hear Eddie thinking, his mouth opens and he just knows the next sentence is going to start with why so Buck jumps in.

“Did you know the Ancient Greeks thought there were 7 types of love.”

Eddie’s expression changes instantly and settles into something softer as he says “No Buck I didn’t, but I guess I’m about to find out huh?” He thinks Eddie looks quite happy about it. No one else looks at him like that when he’s infodumping. It makes him feel warm all over.

“Well” Buck twists towards Eddie and leans in without thinking.

There’s philia that’s family love so like how I feel  for Maddie and Chim. Bobby and Athena too really and Hen. That’s for the people you love and trust cos you know they’ll always be there for you.

Eddie nods.

“All of  us have kinda got agape; that’s universal love for others, it’s why we do what we do, help people.”

And like Hen and Karen they’ve been together for years so they’ve got pragma that’s long lasting love, it’s just there warm and steady. But they’ve got eros too, that’s you know,  desire and stuff.”

Eddie chuckles “I guess Bobby and Athena have that if the firefighter role play is  anything to go by.”

“Eww I just told you they’re like my parents, why would you do that to me. It was bad enough first time round.” He shakes himself to clear the image and Eddie laughs.

“What else? That’s only five.”

He carries on “Well there’s ludus” he’s hoping to skim over the last two “that’s about sex without commitment, just for fun.” He doesn’t say that’s what he had with Taylor and that was why he’d ended it. He doesn’t say he wants something different from life now and that he’d thought he could find it with her but he'd been wrong.

Eddie purses his lips and nods “ok” that seems to be it, Eddie seems happy to move on from that one too.

“And there’s the love parents feel for their kids that’s called storge.”

“So what I feel for Chris and what Bobby feels for you?”

He can feel his cheeks heating “You and Chris yeah, for sure”  he looks over at Bobby, it’d be nice if Bobby felt like that. His thoughts must be written all over his face or maybe Eddie’s just good at reading him.

“I think he does” Eddie says gently, Buck shrugs the colour high in his cheeks.

“What about you and Chris?” Eddie asks. Buck hesitates, cheeks getting pinker by the second. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to answer that. Which answer Eddie wants. He risks a look at him, he looks the same, smiling fondly. He waits and when Buck doesn’t answer he says “You're allowed to feel it you know, say it, if you want to.”

“Am I?” All his doubts are on show.

And the rest is on ao3 🩷

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[airgiodslv]

I skipped the July creation wrap-up because nearly everything I worked on was for challenges revealed in August. There's a lot!

Fics:

Guess That Voice: WIK Edition

KinnPorsche, Kim/Chay, rated T

Kim is grilled within an inch of his life about Wik’s personal life, his projects, and his future plans. Chay takes meticulous notes on his phone the whole time. Kim has trained with professional interrogators who are less intimidating than Chay crafting a bomb to drop on Twitter.

“It’s not for Twitter,” Chay corrects him. Kim has a short-lived moment of relief before Chay clarifies: “I’m writing Wikfic.”

(Fic Text + Podfic)

The Shadow Lyctors

Jeff Satur Cinematic Universe & The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir, rated M

Moonshine was the cavalier primary to Sunshine, Third Saint to serve the King Undying. It is unclear whether this was his given name, or how Sunshine has memorialized him after death. Sunshine calls him ‘an Alexandrite’, referring to the branch of Sixth House cavaliers whose attractiveness and skill earned them an education in erotic poetry and a Cohort assignment, for the express purpose of finding a mate to diversify the ailing Sixth House gene pool.

Given Sunshine’s sense of humor, it is possible this was a joke.

(A fandom Wiki for a fictional book trilogy)

Podfic Triptych + Ficlet: Sunshine and Rain, written by TheCookieOfDoom, shubaka, and AirgiodSLV

Jeff Satur Cinematic Universe, Sunshine/Rain, rated T

untitled ficlet, written by TheCookieOfDoom The being coalesces from smoke and shadow.

from where the light shines, written by shubaka The Rain God discovers a man on a rooftop, lying in a pool of his own blood.

ghost light, written by AirgiodSLV On the night of Wan Ok Phansa, Sunshine dances on the Mekong River.

by the light of the sun, a remix of to have and to hold by shubaka

Jeff Satur Cinematic Universe & Wuju Bakery, Sunshine/Ghost, Sunshine/Passion, rated G

Most people forget that Sunshine is the scion of a dynasty himself, too used to thinking of him only as Prince Raon’s companion.

Passion, however, forgets very little that could prove useful to him.

hiraeth and hwyl, written & performed by The Sentient Hive (AirgiodSLV, CompassRose, ellejabell, epaulettes, kitkat50311, mahons-ondine, minnabird, sisi_rambles)

Howl's Moving Castle - Diana Wynne Jones & Piranesi - Susanna Clarke, rated G

You find yourself looking at a door.

It looks like an ordinary door, but you’re somehow certain that it isn’t.

In theory, you could open the door…but something warns you off.

You might not survive, if you pass through that door. You might no longer be you.

Podfics & Audio:

you could cut ties with all the lies (that you've been living in), written by Nemainofthewater

Nirvana in Fire, Lin Chen/Xiao Jingyan & Mei Changsu, rated M

“Sir Sū,” Jĭngyán said, “Forgive me, but I can’t help but feel strange referring to you in such a manner after such intimacies.”

“Ah,” said Lìn Chén, abruptly thrown out of his warm, post-coital state, “No, Your Highness is going to have to trust me on this, calling me Chángsū is really going to spoil the mood.”

Listen to the radio, audio collage of music & interviews by Jeff Satur, with art by TheCookieOfDoom

On a desolate planet under distant stars, these heroes fight against the corporations that control society. Late at night, you can hear them broadcast to each other on pirate radio frequencies, sending secret messages across the airwaves...

"Fuck it, I'm adopting her," said John Gaius, not knowing the paperwork wasn't necessary, written by Naamah_Beherit

The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir, rated T

Gideon, a highly distinguished Cohort lieutenant, saves the day—and the girl—and then gets stuck in the lift of The Erebos with a man feeding her peanuts as if they have all the time in the world. They don't, but if he doesn't mind, then why should she?

baby I, baby I, I'm caught in the middle, written by IsleofSolitude

KinnPorsche, Kim/Chay, Chay/OMC, rated E

Seth has had threesomes before. He knows he’s great at sex—that sex with him is something Chay enjoys immensely. He and Chay have a strong relationship, he knows Chay intimately. He’s never had a third with him and an omega during a heat before, but Kim’s sort of attractive. Besides, they are in his home. There’s no reason to not be okay with it. If things go badly, he can just kick Kim out.

(the steal the show inspired threesome omegaverse inspired by a dream)

love, let my love inside go free, written by daltoneering

KinnPorsche, Kinn/Porsche, rated E

They burst to the surface gasping for breath, water clogging Porsche’s ears, distorting the brightness of Kinn’s laughter across the pool into muffled echoes along the tall glass walls of the building. He grabs for the side, lungs screaming.

“Fuck! You want to drown me?”

Kinn shows Porsche just how grateful he is for the perfect first date.

History Talking to Itself, written by Sour_Idealist

Teixcalaan Series - Arkady Martine, Mahit Dzmare/Three Seagrass, Yskandr Aghavn/Nineteen Adze/Six Direction, Past Mahit Dzmare/OFC, rated T

Twelve excerpts from Teixcalaan and from Lsel Station.

[missnight0wl]

I'm watching Agatha All Along, and I'm loving it (except for Alice's death), but one thing occurred to me yesterday that I have to share. And that is...

What exactly is the point of Teen's sigil?

The general understanding of it is that it's supposed to protect Teen's identity - which makes sense since it hides his name and whatnot. Except... it really doesn't make sense. After episode 5, it's pretty clear that Teen is Wiccan, right? Therefore, we assume he's also Billy Kaplan, and therefore Billy Maximoff. But here's the thing. No matter if he knows about his connection to Billy Maximoff/Wanda, he probably still introduces himself as "Billy Kaplan". I mean, I heard that Jeff Kaplan and Rebbecca Kaplan were cast for the show, so it'd be weird if their son insisted he's Billy MAXIMOFF. So, if he told Agatha: "I'm Billy Kaplan"... she'd probably just shrug it off. Yes, it would spoil everything for us, but for Agatha "Billy Kaplan" has no meaning. I think it's very unlikely she'd be like: "Oh, this boy's name is Billy AND he's interested in witches? He HAS TO be Wanda's son!". Perhaps the thought of Billy M. would cross her mind, but I doubt she'd get fixated on it. William is a pretty common name, after all.

My point is that if the sigil is indeed meant to protect Teen by hiding his identity, the way it works is very weird since it draws more attention than the name itself would. You know what I mean? Unless... that's exactly the point.

What if the real reason the sigil was put on Teen was to intrigue Agatha and make sure she goes to the Witches' Road? What if it's the main thing the caster cared about, for whatever reason? I mean, if that's the case, it totally worked. Agatha wanted to leave Teen before she saw the sigil. Yes, the mention of the Road got her interested a bit, but only after the sigil appeared, she was like:

And then: "Ok, I'm driving".

With that in mind, I think we have three main suspects who might've put the sigil.

Teen. We know he really wanted to go to the Road, so it makes sense he'd do everything to ensure that Agatha agrees to that. And it was said that the sigil is amateurish and whatnot. I'm aware it's not the first time Teen is suggested as the caster, but from what I've seen, people always talk about the protection aspect. But why Billy Kaplan would feel the need to hide that he's Billy Kaplan?

Rio. Rio knows Agatha very well, and she immediately recognised she thinks Teen might be Nicholas. Well, I assume she'd also know ahead of time it might happen, so she might've used this knowledge to get Agatha hooked. Why Rio would want Agatha on the Road so badly? I don't know. But I think it's possible she worked with Teen to free Agatha from Wanda's spell, too. For example, notice that she steps in when Agatha kicks Teen during the interrogation.  I admit it doesn't have to confirm they're in cahoots, maybe Rio simply decided on her own to make sure the freeing goes well, but still.

Wanda. I know this one is also quite often discussed in the context of protecting Billy Maximoff, but I guess she might've had a different goal, and that's again about drawing attention. Why would Wanda want to draw the attention of witches (and Agatha in particular) to her boy? Well, perhaps it's about the guidance. Maybe she was like: "If he ever decides to explore the witches' world, he should have a mentor, and I can't let it happen that he's ignored and left alone (because it didn't go well for me)". And Wanda knows Agatha is a "nosy neighbour", so how she could possibly pass by some mysterious sigil. Also, I have to point out that the last time they spoke, Agatha was like: "You're gonna need me" to which Wanda replied that she'd know where to look for her.

I admit it's not a massive realisation, but I'd say it changes quite a bit.

[alwayssassydreamer]

I Hate Myself For Loving You

Day 15 of Kikitober (sorry i wrote a wrong prompt down for day 15 so this doesn't quite fit but I'm still posting it hope it's ok)

A/N: someone (I forgot who - sorry) gave me this idea and it turned out kinda weird as i was trying to think of an interrogation tactic that would not involve physical and not too much emotional pain. But in the end Kid is just a big softie. As always not proofread

Plot: you're after a treasure but got caught by pirates who try to make you give up the location of it, things get even more complicated when Kid arrives and demands answers but not about the treasure

Warnings: mention of torture, maybe hurt?, reader is a captive, i seriously have no idea what to put here, MDNI

Characters: Kid x F!Reader

You thought it would be easy here, meeting this man who could help you with the map that was leading to a hidden treasure, talk to him, thank him for taking his time and then get the fuck out without anybody noticing that you were even there.

But you were not expecting this pirate crew.

Bound to a chair in a dimly lit room on an enemies ship. That's not quite how you pictured this to turn out.

"Tell me dear, someone told me that you might know where the treasure is, is that true?" a rather old man with a brown beard you guessed to be the captain, asked you.

"Treasure? What kind of treasure? Never heard of a treasure here. but If you find it I'd like to have a share of it." you said looking him dead in the eye.

He stroked his beard a crooked grin on his face before he moved closer grabbing your face squeezing your cheeks.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Well yeah, that's what you were thinking.

"Someone told me that you were asking questions about a specific map and I come to think that this map might be the one leading to the gold" he hissed squeezing even harder. Damn that was getting really uncomfortable.

"Come on sweetheart tell us about the map" a tall and bulky man shouted.

"Why should I tell a pathetic pirate crew like yours anything" you snapped trying to get his hand off your face.

The crew erupted in laughter, confusing you.

"Well I guess we'll have to show you what this pathetic pirate crew is capable of. Maybe then you will talk to us" he threatened a mischievous grin on his face.

You had to admit you were a little scared now. Pissing them off was a rather stupid idea after all.

"Get me my interrogation box" the captain ordered and you swallowed hard.

Having something that's called an interrogation box did not sound good - not at all.

The captain took a chair and sat down in front of you placing the box on his lap. In it a lot of different knives, some sharp some seemed kinda blunt, varying in size and something that looked like a hammer.

The little scared feeling turned now into a big scared feeling not going unnoticed by the captain.

"What's wrong dear, fear sinking in. Not so tough anymore aren't you" he taunted as his fingers gliding over his tools.

"That should do for the warm up" he said picking a smaller knife with a clean and sharp looking blade.

Wavering it in front of you he moved closer to your arm. Just as he was about to cut you with it a man of his crew rushed towards him whispering in his ear.

The captain looked well different. Whatever the man told him it made the him get up. His face a mix of fear and frustration.

"I'll be right back. In the meantime how about you entertain our little prisoner" he said in a threatening way.

His men nodded and smiled a devilish smile at you.

Ok maybe the captain wasn't that bad after all. The fact that you were being held in this room tied to a chair surrounded by men who already undressed you with their eyes made your stomach twist.

The first one approached you moving a finger from your arm up to your neck.

"Fuck off" you yelled trying to wiggle away.

"There's no going anywhere darling, you're stuck with us, the pathetic pirate crew." a man with a scar running down his chest taunted.

"If you touch me I'm going to cut your fucking hands off" you said desperately but this only made the men laugh at you.

"Such a feisty one. I think we're gonna have a lot of fun with you" the tall man with the beard growled as his thumb brushed over your lips.

You had to think - fast if you wanted to get out of here in one piece.

"Let's see what you're hiding underneath" a third man with sleek dark hair laughed as he grabbed your shirt ripping it open leaving you in your bra as the shirt hung loosely over your shoulders.

"What a nice view" he mocked liking his lips as the other two took a step back to let the sight sink in. His hands were moving closer trying to touch your skin when the door to the room suddenly swung open.

"What's going on here" a deep voice shouted behind you.

The men were startled, fear across their faces.

"I'm sorry sir we were just havin some fun" the dark haired man apologized with a shaky voice.

You heard heavy footsteps moving closer.

"Look who we have here" the strangly familiar sounding voice said as the footsteps stopped in front of you.

"Oh fucking hell, no" you said as you looked right into Kid's eyes.

"Oh yes." he mocked with a smugly grin. He looked you up and down smiling at your demise.

"I've been told that you were messing with my subordinate crew about some treasure and I've gotta admit I love the sight of you bound to a chair unable to get away" he continued making fun of you as his huge frame hovered above you.

"Fuck off, asshole"

Kid's eyes wandered to the interrogation box.

"What's with that. Were you about to torture her" he asked pointing at the box.

"She wouldn't tell where we can find it, so we decided to help her talk" the captain said as his crew chuckled.

"You think you could get her to talk with that. She's tougher than that and too stubborn to give in believe me" Kid stated looking at you.

"But sir I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up." Kid yelled as he leaned forward his face close to yours.

"Funny how things worked out, huh? Here we are again. You, me, and some unfinished business" he almost whispered. You tensed not knowing where this was going.

"Get the fuck out of here" he suddenly shouted not removing his eyes from you.

You heard some shifting around you and then the pirates leaving while you were unable to avoid Kid's gaze.

"What's with this treasure" he asked his voice low and dangerous.

"I have no idea why everyone believes I know something about it" you said trying to be convincing.

Kid placed his flesh hand on your thigh and his metal hand on the chairs armrest as he leaned even closer trapping you beneath him and whispering in your ear. "I know you're lying. I know you better than anyone else" His lips brush against your ear his hot breath tickling you.

He moved a little to look you in the eyes before flashing a small smile.

The moment the pirates left was the moment the tension shifted. You weren't scared of getting physically hurt you knew Kid would never do that to you. Though you were still a little anxious. Kid had other ways to get what he wanted.

"What now" you asked nervously.

"Now I'm going to continue the interrogation my way, unless you want to talk to me" he growled evilly.

"Wait what-" Panic was rising inside you.

"Yeah I will have you answer every question I ask" he taunted as he dragged a finger from your collarbone between your boobs and down to your belly button, sending shivers down your spine, knowing exactly what he's doing.

He kept staring at his finger which still rested on your skin before he lifted his head.

"Now let the fun begin. The first question is easy. What's with this whole treasure thing?"

You sighed as he leaned back on the chair arms crossed.

"I might have found a map to a hidden treasure and a man on this island helped me reading it as I tried to leave your friends caught me" you explained.

"Where is the map"

"Like hell I tell you that's my treasure" you complained.

"That's not the correct answer" he smirked as he got off the chair to crouch down right before you. He grabbed one of your legs lifted it up and attacked your inner thigh with his mouth.

You gasped out of surprise cursing the shorts you wore. A small moan escaping your lips as you could feel him smile into your skin.

"Fuck stop that" you whined. He stopped but didn't let go of your leg.

"Then answer my question" he demanded

"It's in my boot. The one on the leg you're holding"

Gentle fingertips moved along your leg to your boot before pulling the map out.

"Good girl" he teased as he put your leg down and took his seat again.

"That was the easy part, now it will get tough"

"Great" you said as you tried to think of a way out.

He hesitated and suddenly something in his demenour changed.

"Why did you leave" he asked catching you off guard.

Suddenly the tension in the room became unbearable. You wanted out right now. The memory of the day you left him was too painful and you didn't want to think about it. Seeing him there right in front of you was already hard enough.

You lowered your head and he knew you wouldn't say a word. He got angry. He wanted, no he nedded to know why.

"You don’t want to talk about it?" Kid tilted his head, eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "Fine. I’ll just have to get my answers" he snapped before attacking you again this time his mouth made contact with the tender flesh of your belly. He started biting, sucking and pulling on it - probably leaving marks.

"Kid" you stuttered voice shaky.

"Don't 'Kid' me now. What was it? Was I not enough? Did you find someone better?" he asked angrily as his mouth kept roughly devouring you. Knowing that this would get to you, it always did.

How you had missed this. How you were craving for his lips all over your body. But you couldn't let this happen. No. You left him almost a year ago, determined to never meet him again - the memories of your time together too painful.

He stopped his assault and instead placed small kisses from your waistline up to your chest before moving to your neck.

"You changed" you hitched as the sensation of him sucking on your neck became too much. He stopped, letting go of you.

You took a deep breath. "You changed - not for the good."

"What do you mean?" he asked and you were sure you could hear anger in his voice.

"You've become ruthless, and you pushed me away because you became obssessed with power and revenge and I couldn't take it anymore" you continued biting back a tear .

For a moment he stood there saying nothing but you could see his jaw clenching.

"You couldn't take it! Did you ever wonder what it was like for me when you just left" he shouted, now making you angry too.

"For fuck's sake I was constantly worried about you" you almost screamed. Kid blinked, taken aback by what you just said, though he tried not to show it outright. "You started to throw yourself into danger almost like you were on a suicide mission, like your life doesn't matter" you continued as the anger slowly subdued.

Kid stared at you for a long moment clenching his fist. "And all this time, you never thought to tell me this"

"What should I have said. Oh love please stop being a fucking menace because I'm terrified that you could die. Would you have listened to me?" and there was the anger again.

He said nothing knowing that you made a point. He would have listened to you but he probably would have brushed your concerns off.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you simmered, heavy with unresolved feelings.

"Do you still love me?" he asked looking at you intensely as you couldn't stop a tear from rolling down your face.

"You know the answer" you mumbled.

This moment, this vulnerability in your gaze reminded him of the times you've spent together. He started to realize that he missed you more than he wanted to admit.

"Last question before the games' over" he said his voice a mixture of anger, frustration and fear.

"Would you give me a second chance"

"I...." you paused not knowing what to say. Part of you wanted to scream yes but another part reminded you of why you left him.

"Forget it this whole thing was stupid from the start" he got up angrily and frustrated knocking the chair down in the process before aggressivly freeing you from your restraints.

"You're free to go better take the opportunity" he growled as you rubbed your wrists. You got up and moved towards the door hand already on the handle when you stopped and turned to look at him.

"What were you doing on this ship?" you asked eyes narrowing.

"None of your business" he snapped avoiding your gaze, muscles tensing.

You stepped closer stopping in front of him. "Funny that a treasure map that so many would like to have in their hands ends up in mine." you started observing him closely. "Now that I think about it what's even funnier is that on this whole treasure hunt I not once had to fight off someone or even got in trouble"

He tensed his jaw clenching, eyes focused on the ground.

"Why" you asked softly.

Your words hit a nerve, and Kid finally looked at you, his expression torn between anger and frustration.

"You think I let you run around chasing this treasure knowing how many other pirates are after it without keeping an eye on you."

You looked at him confused

"I had someone slip you the map, I remembered how your eyes gleamed everytime we went on a treasure hunt. So I made sure you got it, but then I found out that this was a map a lot of people wanted and i got worried." he continued his explanation

"You should never find out but who would have guessed that I had to jump in against my own subordinates." He mutters almost ashamed.

"You protected me the whole time?" you hadn’t expected this, heart racing as you tried to process the revelation.

Kid scoffed trying to hide his emotions. Secretly hoping that this might bring you back to him. Even though he knew better.

"Softie" you teased with a small laugh.

He stepped closer to you. "If you keep mocking me I'll tie you back down" he growled making you raise your hands in defense.

"And now go, before I change my mind and drag you back into this mess." he muttered. You could almost see his heart ache, no matter how hard he tried to hide it he didn't want you to go.

Once again you hesitated it was as if your head was already out the door but your heart couldn't move.

"Why are you doing this to me? To you? You should have let me go." You said close to tears.

"You think I can just turn it off? That I can forget everything we had? I may not be good at this 'feelings' crap, but even I know when I’m not ready to let go" he scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smirk.

"There was not a day I wasn't thinking about you" you almost whispered as you closed your eyes the truth weighing heavily on your chest

Kid froze not quite believing what he just heard. He swallowed hard running his hand through his hair. You had meant to keep your feelings buried, to shield you from the pain.

"Even after everything?" He asked his voice unusally calm.

"I did, even when I shouldn’t have. I thought about all the things we shared, the way it ended… everything"

Kid’s expression softened, the corners of his mouth tugging into a small smile. You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

"I thought about you too, every damn day. But it was easier to pretend I didn’t." He replied.

KId's vulnerability was raw and that's why you appreciated this so much. The fact that he let you see this side of him meant more than anything to you.

But it also made everything so much more complicated.

"What now?" You asked fumbling nervously with your fingers.

"You leave but the map remains with me" he said coldly, trying to convince himself that this was the best for both of you.

"Seriously! That's my map and my treasure. And i won't let you take it from me" you shouted a mix of anger and boldness in your voice.

He looked at you and laughed devilish.

"Keep on dreaming mouse, the map is mine and now you better leave" he said dangerously as he waved the map before you.

You tried to grab for it but he just lifted it over your head . You lunged forward trying to reach for it until he wrapped his metallic arm around your waist.

The heat of his body causing your cheeks to flush. A shiver running down your spine as his muscular body was pressed against yours.

This was wrong you shouldn't enjoy it yet you did.

You looked at him leaning closer your lips mere inches from his. Both of your hearts were racing. You wanted to kiss him so badly but then you snatched the map out of his hand, wirggled out of his grasp and made for the door.

"Better hurry big boy otherwise you might lose sight of me" you teased as your ran out of the door smiling.

He stood there for a moment dumbstruck before an evilly smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The thrill of the chase stirred something primal in him, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

"You can run all you want, but you know I love a good chase" he shouted after you.

[spacegoblin2106]

Internal monologues

Sirius: my eyeliner is on point today … what you looking at Snivelus, you could never pull this off … Oh! Prank idea! Nice one padfoot. Thank you Padfoot ... “Crazy little thing call love, there goes my baby, she knows how to rock and roll…” … But Moony hasn’t complimented my eyeliner yet ☹️ I guess he is kinda preoccupied with the full moon coming up … I should get him more chocolate, his stash is running low, that will make him feel better …

Remus: right, I have a free period this morning and I have to get my transfiguration essay done if I want to make any progress on my charms project before prefect rounds tonight. Shit! I have tutoring this afternoon! Ok I’ll just pull an all nighter to get my project done before the moon. Oh for fucks sake Sirius just made his “I have an idea for a prank” face. There goes my whole evening.

Peter: ugh, look at Izzie Cooper’s makeup. Learn how to contour girl. No wonder Jack Bennett is snogging Luke Green behind her back. I can’t wait to see that blow up … no way did Marlene just come to dinner late with a hicky, I’ll definitely be interrogating her later. I hope it’s Dorcas, I can’t take any more of their “rivalry”.

James: beep beep ima sheep I said beep beep ima sheep, beep beep… Wait! … Don’t fear ima deer I said don’t fear ima deer. I’m a genius.

[archivalofsins]

Addendum (September 23, 2024 5:03pm )- It was brought to my attention by a concerned friend inquiring if something had happened yesterday that this post can come off as complaining about a fandom issue of some sort. Because of how often "Don't be like x" (in particularly Futa) has been used in regards to ongoing Milgram fandom incidents.

It was not my intention to invoke those sort of alarming past experiences for anyone that may have come across this post. My intentions when writing this were to interrogate the prevalence of that phrasing when it came to Futa as a character while including the prisoner paired with him known for bullying as well.

To put it in a plain and jovial way- These are my feelings in regards to this topic in a meme format,

Since I have now been informed of how emotionally disruptive this phrasing can be given the things it's been associated with in the past at least within the tumblr Milgram community I will be putting it under a cut with one more addendum further down that uses the same phrasing.

Once again saying to not be like Mu.

It's easy for individuals to understand why they shouldn't be like Futa. In a lot of ways, not many people would see their actions as being similar to his even when they are. This is why I stress not to be like Mu either.

Because it seems to me that a lot of people are comfortable with being bullies as long as they convince themselves they were the victim first.

A trait that's present throughout both Futa and Mu's narratives. Even if not many people recognize how emotionally manipulative, insidious, and abusive this sort of behavior is socially.

Because just like with these two, some will convince themselves it's the other parties fault for doing something wrong first.

That the person who did something wrong should just,

"You apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don't you?"

Q.09 Do you want to apologise to the person you killed?

Mu: I think the person who did something wrong first should apologise first.

These two are simply not as different as some fans like to tell themselves. They are both reactionary bullies. Just because one goes on offense (attacks) and the other defense (cries/deflects) doesn't make one any better than the other. That's why they both got into codependent relationships with another prisoner over the first trial intermission.

Both Amane and Haruka provide them with something. Giving Futa and Mu hope and help in a difficult situation. Along with something to do with themselves to prove their own worth. They also both took on a naturing and protective role in Amane and Haruka's lives. Making the other their main priorities as of the second trial.

23/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday)

Futa: Oi, you. Is he ok? He’s not even left his room lately.

Mu: You mean Haruka-kun? Hmm. Yeah, probably. I’ve been bringing all his meals to him so he should be fine. Isn’t that great of me?

Futa: Hah? Who the hell says that sort of thing about themself. ……ah, no, well, right now I understand a bit. When you’re feeling down, it’s nice to have someone who relies on you and accepts you. The rest of us can’t really understand you from where we’re standing. But well, if you’re Haruka’s “salvation” then I guess it really is great.

Mu: Salvation……? I don’t know what you mean. Futa-kun, you don’t sound like yourself. Did you hit your head or something? Oh, wait, you actually did, didn’t you. Ahaha. Ah, putting that aside though, did you know it’s my birthday today?

Q.02 What do you think of Haruka?

Futa: I can’t afford to be worrying about other people at the moment. Anyway, he’s not a little kid.

This is also why one of my first posts discussed them together. They were both even abandoned by their groups,

"Everyone else was having fun, weren't they? What about them?! Why is it just me?!"

Q.18 Do you regret anything?

Mu: I think maybe I should have chosen my friends a bit more carefully.

Q.11 Who do you want to see right now?

Mu: I miss my friends too. But most of all, Papa and Mama.

Yeah, don't be like either of them, actually.

This is not a healthy thing to strive for. The only difference between them is that Futa takes the orders, and Mu gives them. Aptly portrayed in the relationships they've formed over the course of Milgram.

Also, a bully is a bully regardless of if they cry about it. Women have been weaponizing crying for decades. Stop pretending like this is a brand new undiscovered form of manipulation it's not.

Addendum (September 23, 2024 5:03pm ) continued: Also it was not intent to specifically call to attention Mu's characters flaws or take any digs at people who relate to her. Saying things like don't be like x character can be inconsiderate towards individuals who relate to that character a lot especially if it's something done on a consistent enough basis.

These are once again my feelings on that in meme format.

[gunilslaugh]

Not How It's Supposed To Be Pt.2

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil’s reaction to finding out the truth about you. (non-idol au) WC:~1k Warning:none

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

The tension in the room grew tenfold after those words left your mouth. You didn’t have any courage to look at Gunil. You could only look down at your lap. 

“What?" His tone was dead cold. It made you scared to speak, but you knew that you had to. 

“I was sent here undercover to get evidence about the illegal drug distribution you’re doing.” 

“So you’re no better than anyone else,” he states. His words prick your heart. 

“That was supposed to be the plan, but I haven’t been following it. I started to lie to them instead,” you disclosed. You can hear Gunil scoff from beside you. 

“Why should I believe that? Liars aren’t to be trusted.” His tone is harsh. 

“I told them about the shipment going out soon, but that’s it,” you say. 

“You expect me to believe that. You’ve been working here two months, but you’ve only told them about one shipment? Are you sure you didn’t help them break into the warehouse?” He accused you.

“I didn’t know about that until after it happened,” you defended. You found the courage to meet his eye. 

“Oh really?” he asked sarcastically. 

“If I had known I would have warned you!” You raised your voice. Something in Gunil’s demeanor shifts, but he does a good job at hiding it. 

“Why?” he questioned. 

“Cause I care about you and I know you probably won’t believe that either, but it's the whole reason why I’m coming clean. I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Get out.” His voice is emotionless. 

“Ok.” You stand up from the couch with shaky legs. You make your way over to the door. “Be sure to change that shipment,” you say before opening the door. You pull the handle of the door and exit Gunil’s office. As soon as the door closes you can hear a bunch of smashing and the sounds of items breaking. Each item that hits the floor feels like a hit to your heart. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be at all. Go undercover and get evidence. It wasn’t a complicated plan, but your heart had to go and complicate everything. You were never supposed to care about Gunil. The possibility of him getting hurt shouldn’t phase you at all. Him getting caught was supposed to feel like justice had been served, yet now you’re helping him evade getting caught. What was wrong with you?

Your feet practically drag across the floor as you walk back to your desk. You collected your things and started on your way out of the building. Upon exiting you take one last look at the large building. Eyes trailing up to the window where Gunil’s office would be. A sigh leaves your stressed body. Just forget all about this. You tell yourself. Like it was a dream. None of it ever happened. You don’t know who Gunil is. You tear your eyes away from the window and turn your back. Leaving it all behind. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean you’re done? Did Gunil find out? Did he threaten you?” Your very confused and frustrated partner interrogated you. 

“I just don’t want to do this anymore ok? I’m not cut out for being undercover. I can’t handle the lying. I don’t-” Want to be the kind of person Gunil hates the most. Wait, no, you weren’t supposed to think about him anymore. You left. It’s over now. It’s none of your concern. He’s none of your concern. “I’m done. Let’s pretend we never knew one another,” you say.

“Y/n you can’t be done. This is too sudden. You were fine last week. What happened? If he threatened you you can tell me. I’ll help you,” your partner tells you. 

“He didn’t threaten me,” you tell them. 

“Then what is it?” they asked.

“I told him!” You confessed. 

“Y-you what!”

“I told him! I told him that I was sent to work there undercover,” you revealed. 

“Are you crazy! Why? Why would you?” Your partner looked at you like you were insane. 

“I guess I am. I don’t really understand it either, but the more time I spent with him. The more I couldn’t lie to him.”

“So what, you fell in love with him?” they scoffed. 

“I don’t think you could call it love, but I do care about him,” you confess. 

“You really have lost your mind. You know what kind of person he is. His drugs are killing people y/n. How could you fall for someone like that!”

“I don’t know! But that’s why I’m done. I don’t want anything to do with this anymore.” 

“How much did you tell him about us?” Your partner looks at you with a look of betrayal, it stabs you.

“Just that I told you about the shipment and that I know it was you who broke into the warehouse, but I never revealed anything about your identity or anything else,” you state. 

“I guess you have some sense left in you. You’re right I think it’s best that you aren’t involved anymore. Let’s part ways here.” 

“Ok, that’s what I was trying to do anyway,” you say. Your partner practically stormed out of your place after that. You somehow managed to feel worse than you already did, but another part of you felt a bit better. It felt like you could now truly put all of this mess behind you. You could move on with your life and act like it never happened. The storm was over. All you had to do now was pick yourself up from the aftermath. 

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed there was a knock on your door. Your brows knitted in confusion as you walked over to the door of your apartment. You certainly weren’t expecting anyone. 

“Who is it?” you asked. 

“Open the door,” the voice on the other side says. It was a voice you recognized. You twisted the handle and opened the door. 

“Gunil.”

part 1 part 3 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[ohbabydollie]

I need more of schlatt & latina reader PLEAAAASDEE 😵‍💫

few more hcs!!

if you grew up in a home that was more of a “children are meant to be seen not heard” schlatt will hear you out!

he will make sure you do feel heard, even when it’s hard

he knows can’t fix the past so he’ll help you learn how to do good in the future

he understands you don’t mean to be angry or upset sometimes but you just are and will wait until you want to talk about it

he’s wants to be there for you through the good and the bad and the awful

onto the less angsty

yk how his fam is big corn people?

ELOTES/ESQUITES!!

he will eat tf out of some esquites or any street food as a matter of fact

likes going to tianguis, la pulga, etc. with you!

especially the cheap ass prices at a pulga

throw in some chicharrón bien preparado n call it a date

likes looking for places to go eat with you

has made it a saturday morning tradition that you both go eat pancita (or anything you like) at a restaurant for breakfast/brunch

it hits everytime, especially when you’re both hungover

likes his gansitos frozen (no i’m not taking criticism)

keeps little snacks or candies in his pantry/fridge all the time

calls u “cariño” “corazón de melón” “vieja” “amor” “chiquita” “chikibaby”etc. especially if one of the nicknames pisses u off

LOVES salsa valentina and chamoy

god forbid someone makes homemade chamoy bc he’s absolutely devouring it with any and every fruit he can think of

if you listen to bolero while cleaning with him he’ll stop you so you guys can dance

“not right now, i gotta clean schlatt” you say as your boyfriend hugs you from behind “jus’ take a break, c’mon it won’t kill ya” he says as you roll your eyes and finally agree

“okay, but no funny business” you say putting the rag down and washing your hands to dance with him. he smiles at you, leaning into you and softly singing the lyrics to you as you smile

before you know it, you find yourselves making out with the music in the background, cleaning supplies forgotten but you’ll get to cleaning tomorrow

he genuinely puts so much love and passion into your relationship, getting you flowers, making the most out of little moments, etc.

he will be as romantic as he can be

meeting your cousins sucks for him though

they (especially if you have any male cousins) side eye him most of the time when they first meet him

they don’t mean to be rude but wtf is a random boy doing in their home???

your male cousins (esp if they see you as a little sister) don’t think anyone is good enough for you

they try to scare off schlatt at first but it doesn’t work so they try plan B

making him stay stupid shit in spanish infront of the family until he gets embarrassed and decides not to return (spoiler it doesn’t work)

“say ‘tengo el pene chiquito’ ” a cousin says to schlatt “tengo el pene chiquito(i have a small dick)?” schlatt asks as they snicker and nod “yeah just like that, don’t change a word” they say laughing while schlatt nods in acknowledgment

“ok, just don’t change a word” they say laughing while you go up to schlatt “y/n, guess what?” he asks you “hm?”

“te voy a dar mis hijos (im gonna give you my kids)” he says making you go red and your cousins stare at him

“hablas español (you speak spanish)?” they ask as he nods

most of your family interrogating him AND you

“does he treat you well?” “does he make good money?” “would he make you work” “cuantos hijos quiere (how many kids does he want)?” “es católico? (is he catholic)” etc.

at the end they decide that they approve of him

he should watch him back if you guys have a nasty break up though (warned by any male family member of urs)

“haha, just don’t break her heart” one of your uncles says to schlatt, laughing and shaking him as schlatt laughs nervously

“no seriously, hurt her and you’re dead, i’ve been to prison, i’ll go again”

at the end of the day as long as you’re happy, they’ll be happy

[fappellmoan]

ok um i am going to vent on something as someone with an outside perspective and people are going to be normal about that right. okay lol. im sick of hearing about taylor swift <3 as compared to a few years ago even she is like... suffocating. and i feel like we never advance this conversation because on one hand we have people who swing into full misogyny when talking about her, and on the other we have people who won't admit that she blatantly uses feminism to deflect from her problematic behaviors, or at least they won't like, do anything about it, and in this way she sort of ends up misleading a lot of young girls into like. girlboss liberal white feminism. im not saying shes a supervillain for it but you can't deny the ramifications of what she does and doesn't speak up about, just given the absolutely massive platform she has. she is the biggest pop star in the world

for the record, i don't expect taylor to be like. a normal person. she was very famous from a very young age and people aren't normal about teen/adolescent stars, especially when they're girls and women. she had her personal drama aired out in front of the world, had so much misogynistic dialogue surrounding her, from demeaning her success to interrogating her dating life (and never holding the pedos who preyed on her at a young age to any sort of standard!) and for many years people weren't very critical of that. it was normalized to be trashing this young girl's name and saying vile shit about her to like the entire nation and i dont blame her for being like, a little off after that. and yeah i also don’t think we should look to celebrities as our end all be all of activism and opinions on sociopolitical issues

but we've gone full swing into like. she is so famous and so big that her actions can be harmful and she does these things anyway because she doesn't expect her fanbase to hold her accountable, lest they be acting like the very sexists who tried to ruin her career. at least i imagine that's what the thought process is like, at least at some level, but at this point it's just like. this woman makes so much money. so much money it's ridiculous. idk how y'all fathomed paying so much for concert tickets but like i'll give props that they at least seemed to have some insane production/theatrics... so like alright. there's that.

but she is reselling the same songs. sometimes that don't sound that good. and making more money off that. yes yes to 'officially own them' and whatever. and releasing vault tracks and other versions of albums with different songs on them. but never all the same bc u need to collect them all. and the thing is some of them are like kinda bad. but you listen to them anyway because we live in a time of overconsumption/consumerism in late capitalism and it's like trendy and fun to be able to tell what song of hers is playing in the first millisecond. sorry or just your personal attachment to her. and don't say it's embarrassing to be a taylor swift fan these days she's like. so huge. and some of you equate embarrassment with having to hear criticism toward her. which might not be as common if swifties idk stepped it up and actually expected something from her?

which i guess is getting me to my main point here. can you imagine like. what would happen if taylor swift actually said anything about palestine? or anything of value in the world right now? no one's asking her to be a fucking scholar on it but genuinely sorry there’s like a genocide. several. the most documented real time genocide of our time i don’t care if it makes you upset that people expect something from her. she is time's person of the year. she has everyone from young girls to lesbians to gay men to bored football wives to dads to well fucking etc you get the point tuned in. she has dabbled in so many different spaces done so many collaborations aligned herself with so many entities who can keep up? if she, as massive as she is right now, posted something as simple as 'free palestine' or called for a ceasefire, can you imagine what would happen? i can’t help but think about it when day in and day out my feed is filled with screaming people being pulled from rubble or having their limbs amputated.

but she won't, because, quite frankly, what does she have to gain from it? she’s teaming up with the nfl right now to make some more money, she's gotta have at least like 4 new albums recorded in the last two years and at least um what three more that you're expecting? and she doesn't even have to like? write new music really? (edit: oh boy!) why the fuck would she be doing anything with her time other than poisoning the planet with jet fuel to visit her pr boyfriend?

taylor swift is never gonna be punk or what the hell ever beyond like a white liberal-at-best moderate woman. but if any of you could talk to each other and talk about, like, organizing in ways that it would be impossible for her to continue to ignore these situations, and just keep playing her tour FILM (how could i forget) in israel and etc, like if you could flood her socials or do a mass movement (and it would be massive given the sheer amount of peoples' top artists she's in) of not listening/buying/interacting with her stuff, until her agents and whatever had to make some sort of statement? like that's the only chance we've got with her

i'm not saying don’t be her fan, or listen to her music, or have an attachment, etc, but she's been around enough vile, anti-feminist, racist things this past year that y'all DO need to hold her accountable. like way more than you do. or it's going to be like really difficult to. tolerate it. haha. like you SHOULD be vocally and loudly disapproving of her actions when it causes a lot of damage overall. speaking up about her insane climate irresponsibility when we're having the hottest years on record is not the same as the people who felt the need to like pick apart her dating life on the news. but can we talk about how she's officially like. circled back and now is purposefully making news about her dating life? for her personal gain and that of the fucking nfl? lol. in a way it is funny for her to ‘take that power back’ in a way, of her image, and i think that’s how some people might view it, but like on the other hand she obviously is gaining a lot from this. you know. a lot of actual money. she is going to profit off this image of her being misunderstood etc for as long as u guys allow it and well i just think that has run its course. yk

continuing into 2024 (edit: and now with the release of a new album!) i don't want to see swifties automatically exonerating themselves from difficult conversations because like they feel like their fave has faced enough unwarranted criticism. or bc other people should also be criticized. much of it is warranted! and you guys need to grow up and be able to talk about it and stop painting taylor swift's face as like the Pinnacle of feminism. she doesn't and shouldn't have to be, and she isn't, and she should in fact be held accountable when she does really fucking shitty things on account of they're shitty! i don't care that she's a woman! it's like that meme of oh yay a woman democrat sent these missiles. oh yay a woman is massively damaging the planet and proudly dated a violent misogynistic racist, and faced minimum criticism for these things over and over because your only comeback is ‘well what about’ if a man did the same thing, etc, you refuse to just look at the situation we do have. yes we should. we should do that we should hold men accountable but you can also like not accept awful fucking behavior from your faves when you have a chance. do you think that’s helping feminism genuinely. use your voice use your power (your money) to like. do something for once. i cannot keep living in the taylor swift echo chamber.

and for the record. i like enjoyed taylor like back when i was a young girl and she had a few songs on the radio, and i honestly even had a moment where i used guys' opinions on her as a first step to navigate who i felt safe around in a very hypermasculine sexist college space. because yes. some people do need feminism 101 and some people's genuinely misogynistic rage will be demonstrated in their hatred of taylor and her success. but at some point we gotta move on from that. if some people will look at the most powerful woman in the world, who has enough money to stay away from them and an extremely massive loyal fanbase watching and supporting her every move - if some men take out their hatred on her, a powerful white woman, how do you think they view and treat women who are not white, thin, "conventionally"/eurocentrically attractive, or accessible to cis/het audiences?

anyway i hope that i can bring a conversation to the swiftieverse cause i honestly believe u guys could have comparable impact to like. bts stans. maybe. if you put your minds together for a good cause. and we don’t have to do the oppression olympics or whataboutisms or WHATEVER for forever. can we please move the conversation forward does anyone else feel insane with like where we’re at

on that note, i really do think now is the perfect moment for you to disrupt shit with your voices and demand better from her. it might not save the world, but it could make a huge difference in changing peoples' minds

okay um. thanks 👍

tldr i can’t do another year of swiftie discourse i just can’t please if there is a god out there help us

[junkydrawr]

Scrounging up some more Snively scenes! Here's a couple of Snively and Geoffrey because I like asshole rivalry.

Scene one: gotta set a little background. In my original old fic, on a mission to Robotropolis, Geoffrey mistakenly thinks Snively is working with Naugus/Robotnik and reports it to King Acorn. Of course Geoffrey isn't worried about the truth either. Then without even verifying, King Acorn drags Snively outside and tries to hang him. It wasn't long before I looked back at that scene and cringed hard - I hate how I wrote King Acorn like a psychotic turd. So in the rewrite, I made the hanging a vigilante act from Geoffrey and his friends. They get caught and Snively is saved. But they aren't arrested because King Acorn thinks it will make them martyrs and increase attacks on Snively. Instead, he tells Geoffrey to never try that again. Snively begrudgingly agrees to keep it quiet but he also decides to send a little warning to St Stink. Whoa, long set up! Sorry!

(while cleaning Rotor's shed)

Silver winked. A sharp shard of metal. A razor blade! Snively waited for Rotor to turn his back, then seized the blade, sliding it inside his tracking cuff.

He cleared his throat. "I have to urinate. That coffee went through me."

"There's a bush out back," Rotor said.

"Rather uncouth. Explains the smell." Snively twisted his mouth and Rotor blushed.

"You can use my hut, I guess."

"The tracker will go off. I'll just run to Bunnie's. Won't take long."

The walrus nodded unhappily. "OK, but you should come back after. Sally'll be mad if you disappear on me."

"Now why would I do that, my dear Motor?" Snively bowed grandiously, his tracker arm pressed to his chest. "I'm having such a delightful time with you." He straightened up, still keeping the arm to his chest, as he backed out the door.

(Later one night...)

A weight settled on his bed, light and delicate. Geoffrey's body beheld the sensation, translated it into his dream as a lithe squirrel body, firey hair dangling onto his brow.

"Blimey," he hissed. "Been waitin' a long while to feel you on top of me. Gonna give it you real good-"

She put a finger to his throat, or maybe a claw. His eyes flew open and he nearly yelled. No luscious Princess looked down. No, it was a set of cold blue eyes, a smirk curved under a pointed nose.

"S-S-Snively...!" He made to jump up.

"Ah-ah-ah. I wouldn't move if I were you."

The object against his throat was real. Something hard, thin. Sharp. He went still.

"Mmm yes. You feel that?" The smirk deepened. "Makeshift scalpel. Blade isn't as durable as those in Robotropolis. I won't be able to do too much cutting with it. But..."

The blade dug in a bit deeper. Geoffrey felt every muscle lock. His heart fluttered.

"... I've only got to go about two inches. Depending on whether I go for the jugular or the carotid." Snively raised his eyebrows. "Don't fret too much, my musky friend. You're fucked...but at least you'll go quick."

Geoffrey clenched a fist, slowly creeping his arm away from his body.

Snively leaned down further, jamming the blade harder, shimming it sideways. A bright, immediate sting took the skunk's breath away. "I said not to move, you bloody pissant. You think I don't know how to use this?!"

"They'll...they'll know it was you!" Geoffrey croaked.

"Of course they will. And by the time they find you, I'll have disabled this pathetic tracker and be miles away."

Geoffrey stared, desperate to see a bluff. Snively's eyes gave nothing away.

"They'll catch you. Kill you."

"It's bound to happen anyway. But I'll die with the pleasure I took out one more of you filthy beasts..." Snively leaned closer, his smile going soft, his eyes dreamy. "There's a reason Robotnik put me in charge of interrogating the low level rabble. He likes his grand games, but he doesn't like the base shit. The blood. The mess. But he knows...I don't mind it...one bloody bit."

Geoffrey felt Snively's other hand travel his neck and then the Overlander raised it to his view. He saw his own blood smeared on the white skin. Gently, Snively wiped the red over Geoffrey's mouth.

"Decadent, isn't it? I've missed that taste."

Geoffrey wanted to curl up. Close his eyes and go back to sleep. He couldn't see a bluff. "... What do you want?"

"Ah, we've reached the negotiation stage? That was quick." Snively smacked Geoffrey's cheek lightly. "It's simple. It's in my best interests - for now - to stay here. And you know I didn't do anything on that mission. So it's very simple. You and your mangy friends are going to cease the vigilante antics. No more attempts on my life. I can take a beating now and then, we all know that." A wide, glittering grin.

The skunk was struck by the two-faces of the small human. The meek stuttering act he threw at Bunnie and Sally, the pitiful eyes and hunched shoulders and shy mumbles. And this. This blasted monster from Robotnik's army. Not a robot, not a grunt. Second only to the Fat One himself.

"So..." Snively narrowed his eyes. "Deal?"

"The...the King already told me to lay off with that," Geoffrey's voice rasped, but he didn't dare clear his throat. "You bloomin' psycho."

"Me, a psycho? You strung me from a tree. And believe me, it's only my living situation that's stopping me from cutting you open right here, Skunk." Snively took a few steps back, the scalpel held at the ready. Geoffrey could see now...it was a razor blade attached to a stick. "So, you be good and don't give me a reason to sneak in here again, hmmm? Because I will get you, Geoffrey."

A small chuckle. "That's fair."

"Sure thing, mate," he growled. "But next time, when you really screw us over - you better believe I'll be hanging you dead."

Oh, how he ached to attack. But he stayed, for some reason. Snively's creepy eyes locked on him, as he stepped back and back, until he vanished out the door like a ghost or a bad dream.

In the morning, when Geoffrey awoke, he swore he'd just eaten something off. There's no way that little shit snuck in here and threatened me.

---

Then he looked in the bathroom mirror and saw the red stain on his throat.

Scene two: Geoffrey is tired of Snively stealing his cigarettes.

Snively pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. 

Geoffrey nudged Sonic in the ribs. "Don't those look like my cigarettes? I mean, they must be." 

The Overlander gave a smary smile. "Doctor Quack prescribed them to me. To help my nerves." 

Sonic shrugged. "I could care less where he got them. They stink. But if it stops him from being such a whiner, then it's cool with me." 

Snively flipped up his middle finger as his other hand pulled forth a match. 

Geoffrey shook his head. "What does that mean, anyway?" 

The human struck the match on a nearby tree, setting the cigarette alight. "Fuck off, fuck you." 

Geoffrey smirked, watching as Snively puffed on the cigarette. 

As the smoke settled into his lungs, he frowned. Something felt...off. He exhaled and his eyes went wide. His lungs tingled and he coughed - and it was like a fire blazed within his chest, roiling up his esophagus. Putting a hand to his throat, the cigarette dropped as he coughed again, blood rushing to his face. 

Sonic stared at him. Snively put one hand to the tree, nearly retching as the fire burned in his lungs. 

"Blimey!" Geoffrey exclaimed. "I had no idea Doctor Quack liked the same Dragonfire-weed blend as me! He's tougher than I thought!" 

"F-f-fuck," Snively croaked, bending over as snot and tears fled his face. "I... I can't breathe." 

The skunk came over, clapping him on the back hard enough to put him on his knees. "Heh. You think I was gonna let you keep stealing from me? How those lungs feeling, you little shit!?" 

Sonic laughed. "Nice one, St Stink." The two Mobians chortled as they watched Snively, but as the human continued to gasp and retch, Sonic grew concerned. 

"Yo, Needlenose. You OK?" 

Snively shook his head, clutching a hand to his throat. 

"Little drama queen." Geoffrey  grinned. "Feel the burn." 

"Maybe he's allergic to whatever that is, " Sonic said. 

The skunk snorted and kicked Snively in the ribs. "He's fine. Playin' it up like he always does." 

The hedgehog looked doubtfully at the blood-red face, wet with a disgusting mix of mucus and tears. "I dunno. I'm gonna take him to Quack. Just don't get your snot on me, Snerdley." He scooped up the Overlander and zoomed away. Geoffrey spat in disgust. His fun was always ended too soon. 

-

"Yes, he does appear to be having an allergic reaction," the feathery doctor said cheerfully. He rifled through a basket of syringes. "Why, another minute and his throat might have closed entirely." 

Geoffrey entered just as Quack jabbed a needle into Snively's arm. The human coughed miserably, his eyes closing as his breathing evened out. Doctor Quack left the room with a mumble of retrieving something or another. 

Sonic crossed his arms. "Not cool, St Stink."

"Give me a break. You were laughing." 

"Yeah, until it turned out you tried to kill him." Sonic's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Again." 

"Maybe he should quit stealing. Then he wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have been where he was before, either." The skunk mimed hanging from a noose, his tongue lolling out. "Ain't my fault he doesn't learn. There's a reason Robotnik beat him up all the time." 

Snively grabbed a handful of the sheet he sat upon, using it to mop his face. "You filthy fucking animal. You want to keep trying me? I'll carve your insides out like a pumpkin." 

Sonic gaped a little at that threat, while Geoffrey lunged forward, gripping a handful of shirt and roughly pulling the human from the bed. "Oh yeah? Then let's go, you gods damned little freak. Let's go, right now." 

"Ahem." A female voice came from the side. Sally stood, her hands on hips. "What's going on here? I saw Sonic carry him in."

Geoffrey released his hold, stepping back. 

She looked between the three men. Doctor Quack reentered, handing Snively a cup of creamy pink liquid. 

"Drink that, lad. It'll soothe your windpipe." 

He sipped it as Sally glared. 

"I asked what was going on." 

"Nothing," said Geoffrey. "My new blend of cigarettes didn't get on with him. I mean, I never gave them to him... So you know what that means." 

"He put some kind of hot stuff in them," Sonic said. "Then Snootly was coughing and couldn't breathe."

Sally sighed and rubbed her nose. "Geoffrey, why would you do that?" 

"It was a prank." The skunk scowled. "Because I'm over finding half my stash gone after I spend a night rolling them. But you're all right with the little prick stealing." 

"I'm not all right with it." She gave Snively a dark look. The small man shrugged and sipped at his concoction. "You know, Snively, I think I'll have you spend the rest of the week with me. I'm on greenhouse renos." 

"But you hate working with me." A displeased scowl twisted Snively's lips. 

She tossed her hair, an evil edge to her smile. "And you hate working with me even more."

She turned and left. Geoffrey whistled. "What a punishment. Getting to work with Her Hottiness. You always manage to get away with everything. But one of these days...you'll slip up too bad for her to pardon." 

"One of these days...you'll have an unfortunate accident. And then you won't have to worry about me anymore." Snively smiled, slow and malicious. "Or anything else, old chap." 

Sonic wanted to rub his nose. He dodged between the skunk and human. "Man, you two really are annoying. No wonder Sal gets headaches." 

"All you men give me headaches." They startled to see Sally back in the doorframe. "Just so you know, Geoffrey, I've added your hut to Snively's forbidden locations. Your cigarettes shouldn't go missing anymore. Right, Snively?" 

"Of course, Princess." 

She left and the Overlander turned big blue eyes on the doctor. "Doctor, you'll surely prescribe me some cigarettes, won't you? I have a terrible case of nerves, you know." 

"Well, I don't see the harm..." 

Again, the Princess was back in the doorway. "And Doctor, giving those to Snively is unacceptable. He's not to be using drugs. Understood?" 

"That's not fair!" Snively snarled. "Why am I being punished?" 

"Seriously?" She put her hands on her hips. "Because you're a liar and a theif!"

"Whatever." Snively rolled his eyes as the squirrel, skunk and hedgehog departed, leaving him with Quack. He downed the rest of the pink concoction, and crossed his arms sullenly. 

"How's the throat, lad?" 

"Better." Snively said. He uncrossed his arms. "Thanks." 

The duck looked at him a moment, and then winked. "Just between you and me, I don't think the Princess needs to know if you find a few cigarettes in your pocket." 

A genuine, startled smile spread on Snively's face. "Really?" 

"Don't be seen by her or Geoffrey. Yeah?"

"Of course."

---

Scene three : Lil fight as Geoffrey, Snively and Bunnie are on a mission in Robotropolis

"Mate, I know how you can make Bunnie happy. Them skills you acquired with Robotnik?" Geoffrey grinned nastily, leaning close to rasp in the smaller man's ear. "Made the Big Round Guy really happy with that slick tongue of yours." 

It was the last straw to his frazzled nerves. A haze of red settled over his vision. Logistics didn't enter his mind. Scrawny Overlander versus brawny Mobian? No, Snively simply lunged, his fist landing a surprise blow into Geoffrey's gut. 

"Oof!" Geoffrey staggered back, clutching one arm to the spot, the other forearm lashing out to block Snively's next attack. He gasped for breath. "You stupid little shit!" 

Snively found himself slammed back against the wall, two black hands on his shoulder. The skunk's knee came up, attempting a shot to the balls. Snively twisted, taking it to the thigh instead. He sank his teeth into the meat of Geoffrey's arm. 

"Bloody lunatic!" Geoffrey wrenched his arm away. 

Snively launched off one foot. The top of his skull impacted the soft underside of a jaw. Geoffrey gagged, staggering back once again. His breath hissing, Snively reached for his boot and the makeshift scalpel. I'll cut his fucking intestines out, I'll piss into his corpse! 

Geoffrey lunged. 

A body of metal and flesh came between them. The skunk stopped up short; Snively ceased his attempt for his illegal shiv. 

"Y'all stop it, right now!" Bunnie growled. "What in the hoo-haw are you two doin', fighting like this?!" 

"Crazy bugger attacked me! Little shit can't take a bloomin' joke...it's pathetic!" 

She turned and beheld Snively, a surprise smirk on her lips. "Well then, you ought not to be messin' with him, Sugah. Snively's a wild lil thang." 

"Heh. Wild in bed too?" The skunk sneered nastily. 

"You better watch it. Ah hit harder than him, you know." Bunnie brandished a metal fist. 

"So uptight, the both of ya." Geoffrey straightened his hat and crept to the end of the alleyway. Bunnie and Snively followed. She threw a wink to him, whispering. 

"...are you wild in bed, though?" 

(A/N: Oh that Bunnie hahaha.

Snively's cheeks flushed. She chuckled, eyes sparkling in the low light as she strode ahead of him. He swore she was putting extra sway into those metal hips.

Violent nut Sniv is fun to write. Lmao. Realistic though?

Hey, what do y'all think of me using Geoffrey in this story anyway? I know he has Ken Penders' stink on him lol and I was almost thinking to just make a dupe character of him. But I honestly don't really care that much. It's just a question heh.

Anywayz hope these were enjoyable and thanks for reading as always :))

[missywritesfor7]

❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 30: More Energy

Hyeri left early the following morning for her shoot where she’s meant to be on set until later in the evening, so in the meantime Yoongi is in the studio preparing for the group’s comeback as well as working on some solo music. His day started with a great boost of motivation and encouragement the second he opened his eyes and saw Hyeri still laying next to him. It truly does feel like the early days of their relationship again. He feels amazing and nothing can bring him down.

When Hyeri finishes shooting for the day she heads over to Haeun’s to get her things and likely face a barrage of questions before going back home to Yoongi. She prepares herself for Haeun’s interrogation then exits her car and carefully enters through the front door.

“Hyeri-ya!!!” Haeun yells the moment she notices Hyeri coming through the door. “Why are you here??”

“What do you mean?” Hyeri laughs.

“You were gone for two days! Get out of here!” She jokes waving her off.

“Calm down, unnie. I have to get my stuff.”

“Really? So you’re finally going back home?”

“Yes, since you’ve been so eager to get rid of me.”

“No,” Haeun jumps off the couch and takes Hyeri’s arm. “I just want you to be happy. Now tell me all about it.”

“I just came to get my things and go home and sleep,” Hyeri chuckles knowing she wasn’t going to get away with not telling Haeun about the last couple of days.

“That foot massager is mine until you give me details.” Haeun sits Hyeri down on the couch and eagerly awaits the details of the reconciliation she’d been dying for.

“How is that fair?” Hyeri laughs. “It was nothing major, we just talked it out and, I don’t know, I just felt like my heart wouldn’t be happy if I stayed away from him any longer. I miss him, but I don’t trust him. We’re going to work on it though and after some time we’ll hopefully be back to how we were before.”

“Finally!” Haeun jokes. “I don’t know why you didn’t stay there after Christmas.”

“I know, I should have,” she sighs. “I just kept second guessing myself. I never know if I’m making the right decision. I always seem to make bad ones.”

“It’s not that you make bad decisions, you just make quick decisions.” Haeun takes Hyeri’s hand and lightly squeezes it to show support. “You always get ahead of yourself and I think it’s great that you’re always so optimistic about everything, but I think you need to learn to slow down and give yourself time to process the things going on around you. You jump into things so fast then realize after the fact that you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“You think I do things too fast?”

“Hyeri.” Haeun shakes her head. “You moved in with Yoongi after only a few months of dating. Then not long after that he was gone. He wasn’t back home for a full year before he was gone again. When you think about it, you two have spent more time apart than together, but you told me you two talked about marriage? Things have been a disaster this last year, you said so yourself. How could you be thinking about marriage right now?”

Hyeri looks at the floor in embarrassment. She knows Haeun is right, she’s always right, but it doesn’t make her feel any better. She knows she’s moved fast with Yoongi, and if she’s learned anything in the last year, it’s that jumping into things without resolving others will only cause more problems later on.

“Don’t marry him, Hyeri,” Haeun says.

“What?” Hyeri tilts her head.

“I mean, not so soon,” Haeun clarifies. “It’s not that I don’t think you should marry him if you feel that’s what your heart wants, but I want to make sure you don’t rush into it. Marriage is a big thing, just take whatever time you need to make sure you’re ok with everything else first.”

Hyeri quietly nods. She knows Haeun is only looking out for her, but the harsh truth still stings a little. She isn’t exactly sure what the right pace is, all she knows is she just wants to be able to trust Yoongi again.

When Hyeri arrives home Yoongi is already washed up and in bed scrolling his phone. He looks up at her with his big smile and she starts to realize that maybe it’s that signature gummy smile of his that always makes her want to make such quick decisions. Or perhaps it’s the way he jumps out of bed to take her things and gets them all unpacked and put away that makes her second guess her second guessing. The way she feels so warm and safe in his arms as he holds her until she falls asleep that makes her feel like being with him is a no brainer. The breakfast he woke up extra early to make her in the morning is pure husband material, how could she not want to spend the rest of her life with him? The sweet kiss and encouragement he gives her on her way out the door gives her a great boost of confidence and energy to get through the day. An article she came across during one of her breaks where an unethical so-called journalist did an interview with Chelsea from prison for the sole purpose of getting dirt on Yoongi, drops her right back down from her cloud.

“I guess everything can’t be perfect,” she sighs to herself before returning to set for her next scene.

While Hyeri is only annoyed by the article, Yoongi is near livid. He found out once he made it to the studio and hasn’t stopped seething since. That one night with Chelsea was nothing and she didn’t know who he was which made her fuzzy on details since she wasn’t too interested in anything other than what she could steal. However, that’s only a small bit of relief compared to the amount of rage he’s feeling when he reads that she talked about how terribly drunk he was that night and how he could hardly “get it up” when she claims she tried to be intimate with him. Things started to finally calm down after the drug rumors and now he has to deal with this. The good thing is that the company’s legal team is already on it and trying to get the site to take the article down, but the damage has already been done. Talk of Yoongi’s alcoholism is quietly surfacing and if those few comments are picked up by many more people then soon those whispers will be a loud roar.

Yoongi spends more time spinning anxiously in his chair than he does doing any real work. Every time he tries to get himself to work on something he’s pulled back to his phone to see if anyone else is talking about his alcoholism. The only thing that pulls him away is dance rehearsal later that afternoon.

Of course the rest of the guys already know. As soon as Yoongi enters the practice room he can feel it in the atmosphere that everyone knows. He isn’t sure if he should play dumb to avoid the topic and get everyone to lighten up, or if he should just rip the bandaid off and address it right away. But just then he gets a text from Hyeri with a photo of a cat that she said wandered on set and she’s asking if they can adopt it. That message alone is enough to make Yoongi’s decision. He’s going to play dumb because he’s already smiling like a fool at his phone and he doesn’t want to kill that joy he feels right now, even if he does have to say no to adopting the cat.

“You’re looking extra happy today,” Jin says. “Things with Hyeri must be improving.”

“Better than improving,” Yoongi smiles. “She moved back home.”

“Really?” Hobi smiles as everyone else’s faces light up.

“Yeah,” Yoongi boasts. He knew that would bring the mood up. “She stayed the night New Years and yesterday she moved her things back in.”

“That’s good to hear!” Namjoon says feeling relieved for more reasons than one. “Let’s get started then.”

They all begin practice as usual and things start off great with everyone thinking Yoongi hasn’t seen the article yet. However, about halfway through practice Yoongi starts to feel his anxiety creep up again. At first everyone thought he was always so eager to check his phone so he could text Hyeri, he was like that when they first started dating so it’s nothing new to them. Then they started to realize Yoongi wasn’t looking quite as happy as he was when he first arrived. He kept looking around wildly like he was being chased or something. Really he just kept thinking he could hear his phone going off, but every time it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

At the end of practice no one is sure what to say or do. That goofy smile he had when talking about Hyeri coming back home is now a pursed line across his face as he tries and fails to make himself appear unbothered.

“Hyung,” Jimin says walking up to Yoongi as everyone prepares to leave. “Do you want to grab a drink and maybe a snack at the coffee shop?”

“Me too!” Taehyung shouts bouncing up behind Yoongi.

“Well um…” Yoongi hesitates.

“I’ll drive,” Taehyung offers. “Come on!”

Without much of a chance to protest, Yoongi finds himself being dragged out of the room and out to Taehyung’s car. Halfway there he allows himself to relax and, if only for a short time, at least enjoy a cup of tea with his mischievous ‘95 brothers. It’s certainly better than wallowing in anxiety.

They arrive at a small coffee shop that they frequent very often when they have the chance. They always receive a warm welcome and a table to sit where they can have at least a little privacy from anyone who may recognize them. Yoongi orders a honey citrus tea which is one of his two usual drinks when he comes here. The other being a plain decaf americano. Taehyung chooses a passionfruit lemonade, while Jimin decides to try the limited time special which includes coffee, cocoa, caramel, white chocolate, and a hint of cinnamon. After they get their drinks, they go to their usual table and begin chatting.

“That smells like cake,” Taehyung says leaning close to Jimin. “Is it good?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says taking a sip. “Wanna try?”

“I don’t know,” Taehyung frowns knowing he likely won’t enjoy the drink with it having mostly coffee in it.

“Here.” Jimin hands his cup to Taehyung who immediately sniffs and inspects it closer.

“Just taste it,” Yoongi chuckles.

Taehyung takes a sip then flips through a range of facial expressions. “Not bad,” he says, though his mouth is twisted in a slight frown. “It tastes like cake, but it still tastes like coffee.”

“You just have to get used to it,” Jimin laughs.

“I don’t want to,” Taehyung quickly says while sliding the cup back to Jimin.

“Do you want to try it?” Jimin asks Yoongi.

“Sure,” Yoongi agrees. He grabs the cup then takes a small sip. Then another small sip. Then a slightly bigger sip.

“Ok ok that’s enough,” Jimin laughs reaching for his drink.

“No it’s not,” Yoongi jokes. He takes another gulp before finally handing the cup back over.

“You know you can order yourself one,” Jimin says protecting his cup.

“It’s good,” Yoongi says. “It tastes like one of those pastries they always give us when we’re in Europe.”

“And coffee,” Taehyung adds still frowning.

“Anyway,” Jimin says trying to move on to what he wanted to talk to Yoongi about in the first place. “So you and Hyeri are working things out?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods. “We’re going to take it slow, but we’re going in the right direction.”

“Is that why you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your phone?” Jimin knows the real reason but he’s hoping Yoongi will open up without him having to be so direct about it.

“Yeah,” Yoongi exhales. “Kind of. There’s just more bullshit that came up and I’m trying to make sure things don’t get out of hand. Again,” he admits.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jimin says. “But you know the company will take care of things.”

“I know, I just feel like this is going to be another setback for this comeback.”

“It’s not,” Taehyung assures. “We’re still on track.”

“Except for the release date being pushed back two weeks,” Yoongi responds feeling guilty. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how the date suddenly and quietly changed.”

“That wasn’t because of you,” Jimin says trying to make Yoongi feel a little better. “You know we had a lot of things happen, the date change was just so we can make sure everything is perfect when it’s released.”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind when the date gets pushed again.” Yoongi takes a sip of his tea feeling unconvinced but appreciative of their attempt to make him feel better.

“We won’t need to push it back over some stuff a thief said,” Taehyung says. “The article is already down so don’t worry.”

Jimin stares daggers at Taehyung. He was hoping to continue acting as if none of them know about the article with Chelsea. If Yoongi wasn’t going to mention it directly then Jimin was simply going to go along with it. He only wanted Yoongi to open up about his feelings so he wouldn’t stew in it as he tends to do sometimes. It takes Taehyung a second before he realizes what he said and why he was getting a death stare from Jimin.

“You guys are terrible actors,” Yoongi says finishing off his tea. “Just say what you want to say, I’d rather you do that than pretend like nothing is going on and act all awkward around me.”

“Sorry, hyung,” Jimin apologizes. “Sometimes we just don’t know what will trigger you or not.”

“I’m fine,” Yoongi assures. “Just stop being weird.”

“That’s kind of hard for him,” Jimin points his head towards Taehyung who gives him a sharp look.

“You know what I mean,” Yoongi chuckles. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me, I’m not going to get mad or anything.”

“We don’t think you’ll get mad,” Taehyung says. “We just don’t want you to start drinking again.”

Taehyung’s confession sends a small pang through Yoongi’s chest. It hurts for him to see the look of concern and definite lack of trust in their faces. He knows just as he has to earn Hyeri’s trust back, he has to earn theirs too.

“I get it,” Yoongi says somberly. “I know I’ve fucked up a lot, but I’m in a much better place than I’ve ever been. You guys can be straight with me. Even if it is triggering, I know how to ask for help. I’m ok asking for help. I promise, I’m a different person than before.”

Jimin smiles feeling good to hear Yoongi say that. Taehyung’s face remains unchanged though inside he feels relieved as well. It’s the first time in a long time that they’ve felt like they could believe Yoongi and trust that he won’t clear out an entire cabinet worth of alcohol. The trust may not be back at 100% but it’s certainly improving and they can all feel that.

Later that night Hyeri gets home to find Yoongi in his familiar position laying in bed while scrolling his phone. By now the article has been taken down so he’s only keeping an eye on any chatter still going on about his alcoholism. In the grand scheme of things, the discussion about his addiction is quite minimal compared to all of the other talk going on currently. But one person talking about his very real struggle is already too many. Hyeri can tell his been slowly sinking into insanity, so she quickly washes up and joins him in bed. She puts his phone aside and simply holds him and rests her head on his chest.

That’s the thing. The foolproof method to melt his anxiety away. The love of his life holding him in her warm embrace. Without a word he knows she’s seen the article. He can tell she’s in her caring and cautious mode that she gets into whenever she knows he is or may be upset about something. There couldn’t have been a better time for her to come back home.

The following day everything is business as usual. Yoongi hasn’t seen much more about his alcoholism rumors and no one else has either. By late afternoon he finally feels much more at ease and is able to get through the remainder of his day.

The day after is filled with photoshoots and rehearsals. Much too much for Yoongi to remain worried about online chatter. He's trying his best to stay focused but later in the afternoon he feels himself losing energy. Hes struggling to keep up with the day's heavy schedule, so he decides to get himself a small energy drink. One that's meant to last 5-6 hours and is only a shot of tangy heavily concentrated caffiene. It's not his usual choice for energy, typically j-hope and the maknaes are filled with enough energy to rub off on him, but today he just needs a little more help.

Unfortunaely, there's a downside to a decaf coffee drinker suddenly drinking a high dose of caffiene. Yoongi is able to get through the rest of the day with high energy, and the night, and most of the next morning. He stayed in the studio until about 3 am waiting for the caffiene to wear off. Once he gave up on waiting, he finally went home still on a high he's not used to. When he arrives home, Hyeri is already up getting herself ready for another day on set. She has an early call and since Yoongi never arrived home before she fell asleep she assumed he'd be spending the whole night in his studio. Instead, she's surprised to see him walking into the room as she's getting dressed.

“You’re here late…or early?” She says raising a brow.

“I had one of those energy shots and it’s not wearing off,” Yoongi groans throwing himself on the bed.

“Why would you do that?” She laughs. “You were better off just getting a regular caffeinated americano.”

“I realize that now,” he chuckles bouncing back up to his feet. “I want to go to sleep but I can’t even stay in one spot for more than 5 minutes. I’ve been up almost 24 hours straight. That drink was only supposed to last 5 hours!”

“I wish I could help you, babe,” Hyeri says cupping his face in her hands. “But I have to go. Drink water and good luck.” She gives him a quick peck then turns to grab her bag and phone.

“Thanks, babe,” he says sarcastically. “I’ll remember those words when my heart explodes.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she laughs. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“Love you too, even though you don’t care that my heart may explode,” he huffs playfully then gives her another quick kiss. She laughs shaking her head then heads out the door.

Yoongi tries his best to get himself to get just a little sleep. He doesn’t have much time before his day is to get started and he hasn’t even slept off the previous day. He lays in bed struggling until his alarm goes off. Four whole hours and he only managed about 10 minutes of sleep.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. At this point he hopes that energy shot is able to continue carrying him through the rest of the day.

After a commercial shoot and another round of album jacket shooting, Yoongi finds himself fighting the inevitable crash. He thought that it would be easier to fight while at dance practice, but the moment they got a quick water break, he passed out. Right in the middle of the practice room floor.

[enanan-ami]

i HIGHLY doubt muu being forgiven in t3 if anything happens to haruka.

shes stated shes going to let him because thats what he wants to do.

this is an entire analysis, not just what i think will happen in t3. this is me analyzing muu and putting my own opinion into what might have happened in the beginning, as well as adding the t3 theory.

M: Ah, but if you don’t forgive me, Haruka-kun will die, so I think it’d be best to not do that.

E: So you’ve heard about that nonsense too?

M: Yeah. Haruka-kun told me. So I could rest easy, according to him. That made me happy… It made me really feel our friendship!

E: You know about it and you’re not trying to stop him? Haruka, that is?

M: Why would I? Haruka-kun says he wants to do it, so there’s nothing I can do, right?

the way she words it, the way she says things. she sees him as another pawn, or worker bee, as shown in INMF.

and before anyone says im trying to make her look bad. no. im not. i feel like she does care and does want to help him, but shes so caught up in fear of what happened to her last time that she resorts to practically manipulating him. i think everything that happened to her messed her up so badly that she is resorting to making herself the one on top, because even though it looks bad to others, thats what seems right to her in order to protect herself.

if the colors in the three closest to muus hair represent her previous friends having colors in matching hues, and the pink is because of bees being attracted to that color, what does the blue in her hair mean ?

what if the blue represents haruka.

what if the blue represents how she feels close to haruka, but is afraid to have him turn on her. hes heavily codependent, and she basically has him wrapped around her finger because that is what she wants in order to protect herself.

M: Haruka-kun, I brought you some food. Are you alive? You haven't grown mold or anything?

H: .....Oh, thank you very much. Muu-san, I'm sorry, that ..... I..

M: Don't shut yourself up in that cell forever! You have to eat properly too, you know? I understand if you feel this way though, the recent atmosphere has been feeling bad lately.

H: Um, I said it's okay..... I, thought of what I should do, a little. What do I do, what do I do, to keep... My promise. For Muu-san's sake....

she. does. care. about. him. shes afraid to give too much into a relationship.

i think shes letting him do it if he wants to because the fact that he would basically sacrifice himself for her gives her a feeling of this is what is supposed to happen and friends would do anything for each other, because what if the reason she ended up bullying people in the first place is because she was forced to then her friends turned on her because she took it too far. they are who enabled her behavior.

why do i think muu killed rei ? because she was tired of rei manipulating her.

Q: Do you have apologetic feelings for who you killed?

A: The person who did the wrong thing first should apologize.

i think she could have been dependent on rei, so now she is growing into who rei was.

can i also point out the after pain lyrics ?

"If I was gone, If I had just disappeared. I overheard, I found out how much I’m not needed"

simply stating, she was the one being used before. remember these songs are coming from the prisoners hearts. SHE CANT LIE IN THE SONG AND I AM TIRED OF HEARING THAT.

"Why won’t you stop hurt-hurt-hurting me? My heart is all dried up. My sorry spells must be wearing off. But I guess some of it is my fault. Maybe it’s ok as it is. I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?"

her friends manipulating her. i think this was her subconscious telling her that. and then also bringing her to fault for it, maybe for choosing the wrong friends.

plus, after going back through the interrogation questions.

Q: Do you regret it?

A: Mmh, I should have chosen my friends better.

...

"“I’m sorry” won’t reach anyone (I hope it will someday)"

"I was miserable, someone please help me"

"If you’re going to make me the villain it’s ok to ignore me"

i believe this plays onto her not having the original idea to bully people.

"its not my fault" could be because IT IS LITERALLY NOT HER FAULT. instead of being what you expect and it having a different meaning, she is saying it outright because its what you dont expect. she acts how she does because that is what she learned.

i think that muu trying to suppress and mask NPD could have been what caused her to react the way she does in the end. believing its all okay what she was taught.

back to the beginning point of this, muu likely being unforgiven if haruka gets killed off.

think of kotoko. im sure there were a LOT of people who voted kotoko guilty just because she almost killed mahiru and badly injured fuuta.

if haruka gets hurt or killed off, its expected that people will treat muu similar.

i also think that if anything happens to haruka, muu will be given some kind of talk from fuuta, whether its yelling, or a talk about how he could have been saved.

Q: Which prisoner do you get along with the most?

A: I'm not anyone's happy friend. Well Haruka's younger, so I take care of him.

...

F: Hey, listen. Is he okay? He's been holed up and hasn't come out at all.

M: Haruka-kun? Hmm. Yeah, probably. Muu has been taking food to him, so he should be fine. Isn't Muu amazing?

F: Huh? Do you have to say it yourself, seriously… Oh, well. I guess I can understand a bit now. When you're feeling down, it's nice to have someone to rely on, someone who accepts you. We might not fully understand from our perspective, but if you're the "salvation" for Haruka, well, that's something.

M: Salvation…? I don't really get it. Futa-kun, you've started saying strange things. Did you hit your head or something? Oh, you did. Hahaha. Oh, by the way, it's Muu's birthday today.

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F: —Hey, are you really okay with that? If you come with me, you might also be saved you know……Haruka.

H: Yeah……since I already made a decision. I, have something that I must do.

F: Ahh, is that so…… Hey, Haruka, you truly are an idiot. If that’s the case, you won’t be able to be saved.

H: Yeah, thank you. Fuuta, I’m happy that you called out to me. Um, I’m happy that you were so kind to me. I mean it. But, this is the only way I can do this. I’m sorry......

fuuta clearly cares a lot about haruka. as much as he pretended not to in the beginning, he does. and hes grown a connection to him. while by now he is trapped under amanes mindset, he still has spoken that he cares about him a lot, checking on him and trying to find his salvation and a way to save him.

if haruka is hurt or worse, i dont think muu will escape a talking to from fuuta.

if haruka is unsuccessful but gets hurt, i do think that his relationship with muu will suffer. though i think either way muu might realize that she helped him to continue his plan in a sense. i also think that fuuta will try to drag him away from shidou and take haruka under his and amanes care. i think mikoto could also play into this. haruka is the only person to have initiated conversation with mikoto throughout the timelines of trial 2. i think that mikoto would want to do what he can to help haruka, not only because he appreciates it, though that could be his ending motivation. and if orekoto were to switch in during that time and notice the situation, theres a chance of getting more rationality out of ore and having him be seen in a better light, adding for there to be less people afraid of mikoto.

muus mental state will likely suffer, and not only will the unforgiven verdict start that spiral, but again, everything going on with haruka will make her worse.

i wouldnt be surprised if muu also attempts in trial 3.

muu in a potentially terrible mental state and already building herself off of what she sees, having a need for attention and losing it because of everything going on with haruka, plus the likelyhood of her having been suicidal previously.

in the end, trial 3 is going to be hell and there is no changing it. and muu is much more than a manipulative bully as people characterize her to be.

i have only read two muu theories. one showing the imagery of her likelyhood of being suicidal (I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR 30 MINUTES AND CANNOT FIND IT AGAIN I AM SO SORRY.) and this one which has the thing about the the hair color hues.

my thoughts may not be perfectly in order because i was thinking of all this as i typed it. if theres anything i missed, tell me. i want to understand muu better.

-Ena 🎨