#significant only because i have not been fucking with these side-bosses and have just been lowering my difficulty to get them over with

[revvethasmythh]

omg i'm a real gamer now (beat the felassan revenant on my first try on normal difficulty)

[earlysunshines]

slow dancing

myoui mina x fem!reader

summary: the papers on your desk start to pile up, you want to fight your boss—though time passes and maybe she's not the worst.

wc: 7.1k

warnings: fluff ; mentions of food and alcohol ; not proofread

little side story/continuation: “after hours”

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ : slow dancing by v

a/n: not proofread at allllll sorry for mistakes :-(, feeling sleepy.

i love mina i wanna wife her up so bad

-

you're stuck at your stupid desk in this stupidly freezing room because myoui is too stubborn to up the temperature; you're almost shivering.

"it's only finance and accounting, and you'll get paid well." your old boss had said.

"you're probably just going to deal with numbers, shareholders, and other business-related stuff—that's why i recommended you, y/n—it should be a breeze!" your old boss added, making sure to pat your shoulder for comfort (it was anything but comforting, if anything, you felt uneasy).

you were set to work as the assistant of the cfo and coo a couple of months ago; screw your impeccable math proficiency, you think. you didn't want to transfer, you were perfectly fine with where you were and you were really not looking forward to working in such a high rank, you miss your old building and your former coworkers.

the more you sit at your desk, you seem to think you're getting more delusional by the second, it's almost as if you can hear your old coworkers bickering and nudging you.

"y/n~ boss has been eyeing you lately, someone's getting a raise~"

"y/n, y/n, you got a girlfriend yet? c'mon, you're so dull."

"gosh y/n, did you get shorter? man, you also look beat."

you miss san and mingi's stupid presence, even if you wanted to punch them every second you had to be around them.

another groan escapes your lips as you stare at the numbers: they seem to scramble the more you look at them. this is your tenth paper of the day, and you have five more to analyze, you're sick of all of this already.

anyone would want to be working at jyp co, it's one of the biggest companies in the city, and a significant amount of your tech friends, even your old coworkers had dreamt of being able to work in the central building. you'd be much more ecstatic if you actually had friends that worked in the same building. to your dismay, you're stuck with the paperwork that mina has been giving you and stuck with her annoying, stubborn self.

"could you turn up the temperature? it's freezing." you try,

"deal with it, focus on finishing those papers."

"mina you're unbelievable-"

"stop slacking, y/n." and she eyes you, "i'll have you fired."

"you wouldn't," you scoff, "otherwise you'd have to deal with these fucking papers yourself."

"i'm in charge of your paycheck, you do know that?" she quirks a brow, boring into your eyes with her own.

you huff and pick your pen back up, looking down at the papers in front of you.

papers, papers, papers, that's all it is every day. hunched over your desk, shivering the majority of the day (but that's technically on you because you're too stubborn to give in and bring a jacket). mina made your work life difficult, almost insufferable. she was demanding, bossy, snobby, and she just pissed you off.

ever since you started working with her, you've received a significantly larger paycheck and much more employee benefits. furthermore, she was actually good at her job, and you were good at yours too — meaning the meetings you had attended with your reports have all been successful, meaning better profit, better business blah blah blah. sometimes you really considered quitting, even if that meant sacrificing that beautiful paycheck and discounted coffee from the amazing cafe in the building; it's all because of one person, your stupid boss.

you couldn't ever quit. you wouldn't ever admit it but the feeling of being approved and praised after said meetings drove you to keep the numbers up, it made you feel so accomplished and the only thing your old job could give you was two stupidly talkative idiots. this wasn't too bad.

but even with that, mina is going to be the death of you.

-

"how's the new job so far? heard the paycheck up there is pretty good." san nudges.

you roll your eyes and take a sip from the can of beer on the table, "if you're trying to get me to pay for our drinks, it won't work."

"hey! i'm not that heartless." san pouts, and you scoff at him playfully. "anyway, how is your job?"

you let out a big huff and lean back against the chair, "it's something."

"seems like they're working you dry." mingi comments, chuckling at your state.

you had agreed to get drinks with your old coworkers, it was a friday after all and you really needed to let loose a little. you sit next to san, the one who had started your mornings off with rolled eyes and groans when you worked at the old office. beside san sits wooyoung, your college roommate that you were placed with accidentally, but it didn't matter because it ended up in a close bond and friendship between the two of you. your other pretentious ex-coworker mingi sits across from you and beside him is seonghwa, who you aren't as close with, though he's just like the rest so it's never awkward. you think he's pretty cool.

wooyoung smirks, "so, i've heard that the myoui girl is pretty high up there, is she your boss?"

you groan, you don't want to think of her right now. your hand reaches for a shot that mingi had poured earlier and you shoot your head back.

"seems like work is rough." seonghwa comments, looking at you while you lean against san again. seonghwa is right, i mean, you probably look like a mess just coming out of work. your shirt is unbottoned slightly and your hair is a bit messy, you're pretty sure the others can tell how bad your posture has gotten too.

"you know, i've seen a picture of that myoui girl, she's really good looking y/n~ seems like your type." wooyoung teases. you groan again.

"don't even mention her, please." you sigh, "she's working me to death, and she's so fucking annoying. as much as i hate you guys i'd rather be stuck surrounded by you than have to deal with her."

"i see this as an enemies-to-lovers type story." wooyoung snickers, and you glare at him menacingly.

"you're like a little girl," you scoff. the guys just laugh at you.

there's no way you'd ever grow fond of myoui, there is no fucking way you would even fall for her for that matter.

-

"finish this, needs to be done by tomorrow." mina says just before it hits five, just before you get to leave your shared office space.

she actually wants you dead.

you know better than to argue with her, you have to fight the urge to do so as anger starts to spread throughout your body, and the soreness in your shoulders gets worse.

"okay," you say in defeat.

for a split second mina almost looks at you with pity, with some regret at the sight of your lifeless expression—only for a split second—yet she continues to type at her laptop.

you might start aging a little faster with the way she's working you, you can already feel the back pain catching up to you.

-

it's necessary for you to get along, and sure you act like you do in those meetings, but you really have to try and get along even if might end with someone's tooth missing. it's only the most important part of collaborating, it's crucial when your job requires the two of you to work together.

it takes a while to warm up or even start to get friendly with each other, though a certain meeting helps speed this process.

you and mina had been in charge of representing your own company and presenting the financial analytics to the shareholders. something in the air seemed to make them think that they were entitled enough to question and criticize mina as if she couldn't take away a good amount of their shares in a second.

one man seems to be so in shock it gives him the nerve to comment on your presentation which quite literally proved the two of you had been doing well with your work.

he sneers, "and we're supposed to believe you did all of this? sorry, it's just unbelievable, i've never seen a y'know... someone like you two." and you already know he's implying that he doesn't believe all this success could happen because you two are women. it makes you furious.

"if you're going to try to question mina like that at least be direct, don't sugarcoat it like a coward." you scoff, glaring at the man in the suit. his stupid face had already looked unpleasing to you, even if he hadn't said anything you could've guessed that he would doubt your success.

"women don't usually achieve this much you know? it's impressive that you're even able to have such a high position," he chuckles, almost challenging you. a few of the men who sit around the conference table seem to smile at his words, it makes you bite the inside of your cheek, and you're hold yourself back from almost leaping across the table and strangling his pretentious self.

"are you doubting myoui's work?" you inquire, gripping the table tighter and mina is taken aback by your sudden shift in tone.

"well," one of the men starts, "from the recent reports, it seems like you've been handling these tasks a bit poorer than before, you sure a lady like you can-"

"i'll have you fucking fired if one more word like that comes out your dirty mouth, you hear me? you should watch your mouth when you talk like that around me or mina, you do know what we can do with your shares no?" and the words come out of your mouth and shoot at the man in front of you like daggers laced with poison. "mina is more than capable, and working with her has always resulted in success for this company."

"look, we all can agree that we just want to ensure that the profits are up and the company's growth and success is guaranteed."

"insulting and questioning those who have power over your investments is your way of ensuring that? if you continue with this behavior, don't be surprised if your positions under this company become rather precarious." you finally warn, and the men seem to finally get the message when you say it with such resentment.

mina is in complete shock as she watches you from her seat, she's never seen you so pissed off before, she has never pissed you off like that. despite initially being taken aback by your bold defense, she finds herself feeling a mix of emotions, even slightly amused by your new, assertive tone.

the tension in the room eases slightly as the meeting continues, and you continue to present your analytics and suggest various ideas regarding the company and its gains. from that moment on, the shareholders are more cautious with their comments and remarks, as they should be.

the meeting ends with the men tensed up in their seats, nodding politely at you and feeling small under your gaze as they bid their farewells. you're happy with the new mood of the room.

the atmosphere seems more delicate when they leave.

"thanks." mina mutters softly, putting a few papers in her folder. she doesn't make eye contact with you. "you could've let them voice their concerns, you know."

"they weren't concerned, they were just being snobby." you respond, helping her with the papers that had been spread across the conference table. "i hated hearing them talking about you like that." you mutter in a small voice, and mina looks up at you, showing a new emotion of surprise.

she looks at you while you close the folder, a split second later you set your gaze on her so the two of you are now making eye contact. the mood of the room changes, it's softer, it's less overwhelming.

"i," mina starts, but finds herself at a loss of words for a moment. she looks at you, just gazing at you for a bit and her voice is small when she mutters her last response. "thanks."

mina breaks the eye contact and moves over to grab the folder from your hand, walking past you and out the door. there are no last words exchanged, just small, significant glances.

she decides that she can let you off the hook a little.

-

mina's fondness for you grows and it's unpredictable, it comes out of nowhere. it's been developing since that meeting.

it grows when she sees your eyes light up after taking a sip from your coffee—you always get three a day, mina notes—two hot coffees in the morning and before work ends, one iced during lunch. she also notices that you've been eating less, and she feels guilty because it's all from the work she gives you. she cuts your workload in half, and she even leaves you a small bakery item here and there (but she makes sure that you won't guess it's from her).

mina catches the small smile you give her when she decreases the amount of work she had given you. the way your lips curve up just barely is different from your usual lifeless expression, it's different and mina decides she wants to see it more.

it sends a shiver down her spine.

-

maybe wooyoung was right about your boss being a nice sight.

you hate it.

you've seen mina smile a total of three times so far, you remember each time clearly.

1.

walking out of the building you see mina approach three women, they don't look like they work there. you almost ignore it, i mean, you're tired and you really don't want mina to be the last thing you see after work.

what changes your mind is that grin of hers.

you catch it from the corner of your eyes, you almost miss it, and as much as you hate to admit it—it's beautiful. she smiles and it's a gummy one, it's terribly charming. she smiles with her eyes too, they almost shut as one of the women hugs her.

your eyes meet for a second and you quickly shift your gaze over to someplace else, it makes you nervous, makes you fiddle your thumbs.

that's strange, you think.

2.

mina picks up her phone—not the work phone on her desk, but her mobile one. her eyes ease at the contact name, and she seems to soften up as she answers.

"hi mom," she starts. you make sure to look away before she can catch you glancing—you don't want to listen to her voice as she scolds you for eavesdropping or not working on the papers in front of you.

you hear the faint sound of her talking for the next two minutes, and you manage to peek at the right time. mina nods her head a couple more times before giggling softly into the phone,

"yeah yeah, don't worry mom." she says, grinning. "i'll call you back tonight, i have to finish work. yes, mhm, i love you too. bye."

cute.

3.

mina watches you enter the shared office, the same bag slung across you and a cup of coffee in your hand. your hair is held up by a claw clip, some strands of your hair poking out, but regardless, you still manage to look business casual.

you stroll in and hang your bag, then stroll over to your desk where the computer is. before you reach your work area, your feet seem to stumble and you trip over the air somehow, it catches you by surprise and you let out a curse.

luckily, you catch yourself and don't fall over completely, but your coffee slips in your hands and now you have to buy a new shirt because now, there's a clear stain on your beige shirt.

"fuck," you mutter in defeat, and you rush for the napkins that sit on your desk.

mina had witnessed the whole scene, and she couldn't suppress the giggles that left her mouth.

you frown—mina laughs harder.

"is this amusing to you?" you groan. your eyes are furrowed as mina smiles widely at you, for some reason the frown on your lips seems to curve up into a small smile.

"very." mina snickers, "made my morning, thanks."

"i absolutely resent you."

"i'm flattered."

you roll your eyes at her.

(maybe you should start spilling coffee more often, if it means seeing mina laugh like that.)

-

the two of you warm up to each other.

annoyed looks in the morning turn into small "good mornings," and maybe you'd bicker here and there, you'd even complain over nothing sometimes just to talk to her, but nothing more than that, not really.

it's hard to start a conversation when papers are piling next to you everyday, it's hard to even exchange words. mina's quiet personality makes it even more difficult, and you're too timid to make eye contact with her, there's a strange sensation that's brewing in your stomach—not that you're going to throw up—but it makes you nervous, and fidgety.

-

wednesday, november 8th. — 4:01 am

y/n:

feeling bad

sick

i won't be there

just send me whatever it is that you need me to do

mina stares at the text for a bit, eyebrows slightly furrowed as she rubs her eyes and tries to read it. her phone had interrupted her slumber—much to her aggravation—at four in the morning. the loud ding was enough to make her groan at the ungodly hour, rolling around to squint at the light from her phone. the young woman rubs her eyes and processes the text as she reads it, sighing to herself.

she actually takes a moment to think about the text, even if she's half awake. mina wonders if she worked you too hard—her heart sinks.

as much as she detested you, she was genuinely concerned. her coworker whom she would argue with over the temperature of their shared office (mina would never admit it, but she actually found it a bit cold too, she was just stubborn), almost smiling when seeing you so frustrated. it was amusing to mess with you (maybe she was a bit cruel for that, but you looked cute when you were annoyed).

mina groans and drops her phone on the bed next to her, returning to her slumber.

-

you stir awake from your sleep, shifting a bit in your place even while you're still half awake. your eyes flutter open and everything hits you all at once.

the ringing in your head is deathly, as if a hundred tiny, teeny men were in your skull just whacking at it with their hammers. your whole body is trembling, the room feels even colder than the office you work in, it's unbearable.

everything is sore, everything hurts, everything is terrible.

the only thing you remember from last night was groggily changing into the orange sweater san had given you as a joke—the one with those ridiculous cats on it—regardless, you wore it in the comfort of your own home because it was incredibly cozy, even if it looked stupid.

the ding-dong sound that's heard makes your head hurt even more; your eyes close and your hand moves to cover your forehead, you mutter something under your breath.

you walk over to the mirror and run a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look at least a little presentable for whoever it is at your apartment door at nine in the morning on a wednesday. your feet drag on the floor of your hallway when you walk out of your room and toward the entrance to your apartment, trudging over to the doorknob. your hand weakly supports yourself by pressing against the wall while you turn at the knob.

the door opens and the sight of mina temporarily eases the ringing in your head.

mina looks incredibly normal, it's a rare sight.

she wears a white t-shirt with a denim jacket over it and she wears baggy jeans with simple white sneakers to finish the look. you're distracted from the drowsy, sore feeling as you stare at the casually dressed woman, who's also holding a brown bag in one hand, her phone in the other.

mina looks normal; no blazer or button-up, no skirt or dress pants, no clicky heels or work shoes, she looks less insufferable.

you like it.

"did you not get my text?" you say, voice rough and weak.

"did you just wake up?" she asks while studying you. mina notices that you seem half awake, eyes squinting and shoulders slumped. to add to that, your hair is messy and you look like you blindly chose whatever you were wearing. mina notices the way you lean against the door frame for support—you look drained.

"it's only nine in the morning or something," you groan, rubbing your eyes. "shouldn't you be at work?"

"y/n," mina starts, "it's 5:40."

"pm?"

"y/n," mina sighs, pushing the door open and inviting herself in.

mina takes a look around the apartment, it's bigger than a standard one, and it's actually kind of cozy. the interior design is nice, you have good taste in decor and arrangement. mina glances at the framed pictures of you posing with others, and the abstract artwork she has hung up. there's a certain something that catches mina's eyes: the white shelf that displays various leego sets, ranging from flowers to small buildings. there's at least five sets there, and mina knows they're the time-consuming ones too.

mina's interest grows.

it's dim in the apartment, and mina wonders how sick you must be for you to think it was nine in the morning.

"you're just going to invite yourself into my house?" you question, watching mina as she kicks off her sneakers, though she places them on your shoe rack nicely, so you're not as bothered. mina doesn't exchange any words as she hangs her denim jacket on the hook nearby, then fixes her shirt. the dark-haired woman looks at you and you furrow your brows, your facial expression mixed with exhaustion and puzzlement.

"mina, what are you doing here?" you ask again, trying your best to sound stern. mina doesn't respond; instead, she walks over to the small kitchen island to place the brown bag that she held in her hand on it. you sigh, "if you're here to give me paperwork while i can barely stand up, i'm actually kicking you out—and i mean i'm going to physically carry you out i swear to-

"like you can even get to me without holding onto something." mina scoffs, taking out a container from the bag. you walk over to mina, holding onto the counter for support and studying her.

mina points to the stool next to the counter and says, "sit."

you listen.

one thing about mina is that she had power over you, and as stubborn as you tried to seem—you always listened. mina always had the upper hand. as much as you bickered with mina, you listened (after complaining), because mina knew what she was doing and she always knew how to do things well.

you sit at the counter and watch mina fetch a bowl from your dishwasher, almost as if this were her house too. she poured whatever was in the plastic container she brought into the bowl, then pushed the bowl towards you, grabbing chopsticks and a spoon.

"eat," mina says, almost ordering you. she looks at you with a sense of care in her eyes.

you stare at the bowl and move your quivering hand to grab the chopsticks, picking up the udon noodles and eating them slowly.

the taste of the soup makes your whole body relax, and you seem to gain some of your energy back—you start eating ravenously—as if this were your first meal in days.

"thanks." you murmur weakly, looking up at mina with gratitude.

mina almost smiles, jaw clenching.

"don't get too sick," mina begins, "i can't do all the work in the office, and i guess it's kind of boring without you." she admits. her head turns away bashfully as her cheeks start to flush.

you look at her with raised brows, your cheeks feel warm—maybe it was your cold. mina avoids any further eye contact before walking back to the hook she had hung her jacket on, and then putting on her shoes.

"i'll see you… take care of yourself." her tone is so soft, even if she had tried to sound stern and cold.

you nearly smile.

and with that, she leaves. you sit there, hardly processing anything.

mina had come to your home, given you something to eat, and she was actually sweet to you.

-

y/n:

thank you again

i appreciate it

i hadn't eaten all day before that

can't believe you're capable of being sweet

mina:

don't get used to it

you're an idiot for getting sick

y/n:

you're an idiot for coming to my place while i'm sick

mina:

i don't get sick so easily unlike someone

y/n:

whatever

stupid

mina:

i was just making sure you didn't die

i can't do everything by myself

i need someone to look over my papers

y/n:

you're cruel

i'm sick and dying and you treat me like this?

mina:

oh save it,

i know you're feeling better

my mom's recipe always works

y/n:

i hate to admit

it does

how did you even get my address?

mina:

you're stupid

everyone's address and number are accessible to me

i'm the coo remember?

you're probably too sick to remember

and stupid

y/n:

i'll cough on you

mina:

gross

…

y/n

goodnight mina, i'll be back tomorrow most likely

mina

if you feel bad don't come

i don't want you contaminating the others

and me

…

mina:

feel better

...

mina:

goodnight y/n.

-

you come back to work feeling better, mina's eyes seem to light up a bit at the sight of you walking in through the door.

something new is forming, your affection for each other grows, and a friendship starts to build.

-

mina checks her phone, it's almost five. the group chat had been busy whilst she was typing away.

before she checks the messages, her gaze shifts up to see you at your desk, your eyes darting from paper to paper as you analyze and mark them. mina holds back a small smile.

(37 new messages)

sana:

did miss ceo forget about tonight?

women at work

momo:

maybe you should start working like that

you seem to always be on your phone with how quick you respond

and how much you type

sana:

you're just jealous

momo:

hardly

jihyo:

please refrain.

my phone is blowing up, sana

nayeon:

ohh jihyo will kill you

sana:

what about momo and nayeon?

she was texting too :((

jihyo:

she texted twice

nayeon responded once

you, however,

sana:

:'(

mina:

you really do text a lot sana

sana:

mina!

our little businesswoman

if you forgot about tonight i swear...

mina:

i didn't don't worry

nayeon:

hey myoui

mina:

?

nayeon:

you should invite your little work rival

sana:

aww her little work crush?

what was her name...

y/n?

mina:

stop that

i don't like her

jihyo:

you brought soup to her apartment instead of getting coffee with us

momo:

you can't defend this one

even hyo agrees

mina:

i have to finish work.

please refrain from blowing up my phone

sana:

minas got a girlfriend

minas got a girlfriend~

nayeon:

i see you

"you seem to be interested in that phone." you scoff, stretching your arms out. "what happened to 'no distractions, do your work,' huh?"

mina narrows her eyes at you, putting down her phone. you laugh softly and finish stretching, putting your papers in the beige folder and shutting down your computer.

"you're done?" mina challenges, quirking a brow. it's 4:40, twenty minutes before you can officially leave.

"did you forget? i told you i had to be somewhere." you remind her, already putting on your jacket and slinging walking over to reach for your bag. mina nearly pouts as you make your way to where your bag is hung. "i'll see you next week, boss." you say, smiling softly, raising your brows at her before leaving the room.

mina frowns when you're out of sight.

-

mina emerges from the hall of her apartment in dress pants, a black tank top, and her gray coat over it—something casual yet eye-catching for the jazz cafe and bar she's practically being forced to go to. mina has on some light makeup, just some light blush on her cheeks, a peach shade of lipstick, and something light around the eyes. it's casual, it's fit for the occasion.

sana and jihyo, who had been conversing in the living room, turn around after hearing their friend's footsteps. sana beams and stands up to hug her,

"wow~ you look great minari." she giggles, "trying to impress someone?"

mina rolls her eyes, then smiles at her teasing, sana laughs in response. jihyo shakes the keys in her hand, quirking a brow and signaling that they should get going. the two women follow jihyo to the entrance of mina's place, put on their shoes and head out.

they arrive near the jazz spot twenty minutes later, though it's a bit of a hassle trying to find good parking around the area since it's in the heart of the lively city on a friday night—jihyo curses under her breath and it makes sana and mina giggle at her complaints.

they all walk on the sidewalk together, and the breeze of the cool night is refreshing, the air is filled with low chatter and the street lights highlight mina's features. the trio approaches the cafe and mina breathes in through her nose; it smells like coffee beans, and there's that faint scent of alcohol and maybe a cigarette or two.

the cafe/bar is dim, there's a slow hum of the music that fills the room, and it fits the ambience. couples stand hand in hand, glasses make a sound as they clink, and friends laugh together; it gives the scene a warm, lively feeling—mina really likes the environment, it's not overwhelming and it's nice to be in a place where the lights don't flash and the music doesn't make her ears ring.

two familar faces are seen at the table in the back, the two women have already purchased some light drinks. nayeon's face lights up at the sight of the trio, her bunny-toothed grin is contagious and it spreads to the others. momo waves and pats down at the space on the couch she lounges on, sana scoots over and sits down right next to the woman, leaning into her. mina and jihyo sit together on another lounge chair, the group already starts to converse and catch up. mina starts to warm up to the night.

the room seems to fall into silence a few moments later.

the chatter dies down and only faint whispers are heard, the slow hum of the music seems to die down as well. the group turns their attention to where everyone else's is: the small stage where three men seem to set up their instruments. mina thinks this must be the main event of the night.

the three men settle down in their places, situating themselves and fumbling with their respective instruments in hand. mina's interest piques when she sees the empty microphone stand placed under the small spotlight—it seems to be unoccupied—is there supposed to be a vocalist?

the men all look at each other and the one holding a guitar taps at his instrument once, twice, and a third time.

the music starts.

mina notices the slow percussion, it sets the tempo of the slow song. the drummer nods his head along with the beat, and the man on the keys seems to emphasize the romantic tune with the keyboard. the bassist ties the instrumental together, his fingers work at the strings to create a soft, smooth rhythm.

each musician plays a certain role in the song, and the elements from all of the men add up together to create a soft, slow melody —though it's more rnb sounding rather than jazz—but she enjoys it nonetheless.

nothing could've prepared mina for what she had seen next.

a familiar face stumbles onto the stage holding a microphone, smiling at the crowd who cheers calmly, quietly enough so that it doesn't drown the sound of the performers. the performer wears the same trousers that she had worn in the office before departing, but her top is a different color—it's gray and it's unbuttoned down to your abdomen, your white top being visible to the crowd—mina is surprised to say the least, the last person she'd expect to see on stage was you.

the instrumental continues for a few, short seconds, then you start to sing.

it's about time we get it straight

gimme a minute if it ain't too late

mina's lips part slightly as she watches you in awe: you're lost in the melody, singing with your eyes closed, hands holding the mic as if they were something you cherished so dearly, you're evidently enjoying yourself.

"she's good." jihyo comments, nodding her head to the slow tempo.

the instrumental starts to shift into the chorus, and your voice is groundbreaking.

maybe we

could be

slow dancing

until the morning

we could be romancing

the night away

mina seems to have fallen into your trance.

you're completely lost in the music, the whole crowd is in awe as you clutch the microphone and sing into it softly, eyes creasing gently as you tap your foot to the tempo. your head sways to the melody, your body following slowly.

her eyes are glued on you, and there's nothing that could pull them away at this point. your voice is soft and warming, it's obvious that you sing with passion, you sing from the heart. she's attentive to your every move, emotion, and expression—she's captivated by your charm.

you stop singing once the song reaches its last chorus, and you smile at the astonished crowd. your gaze lands on the bassist's eyes, who's nodding his head in sync with you; the two of you exchange a lighthearted chuckle.

your eyes scan the crowd, taking in their satisfaction. there's a couple that slow dances along with the rhythm, another couple that's hand in hand, watching you and smiling; it makes your heart flutter that you're able to create such a loving atmosphere, it makes you wish you had someone to do the same with.

your whole body almost freezes when your gaze lands on the familiar face: myoui mina. your ears shift back slightly, eyes widening and brows raising as you spot her sitting with three familiar faces—the ones that you had seen when you witnessed her first smile.

you almost give into your nerves, you almost freeze in your spot, but the slow melody lets you relax a little, and there's no tension in the air right now, just the sound of a couple of instruments coming together to play a melody that soothes your nerves.

you smile softly at mina; mina smiles back.

your hearts seem to skip a beat at the same time.

-

when the song ends, you take in the sweet applause of the crowd, thanking them and bowing. as soon as you can leave you make your way off the platform and find yourself backstage, sitting on the couch and sipping on some water.

"that was perfect y/n," san cheers, patting you on the back as you ease yourself into the couch. your smile grows and you nod,

"thanks, san, you nailed the bass," you respond as san sits down next to you.

"i'm flattered, but seriously, you sounded like an angel." san adds. a laugh is shared between the two of you before the other two exchange compliments. mingi pretends to blush at wooyoungs little remark, and it brings you back to the late nights spent rehearsing together.

"by the way y/n, who was that girl you were smiling at? you know her?" mingi questions you and you already feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks.

"i-, no, um." you stutter, and you immediately give up as soon as your words come out stumbled. san nudges you and smirks,

"someone's got a girlfriend~"

"shut up shut up." you groan, punching his shoulder.

mingi snickers again, "so who is she?"

"fuck man," you sigh, shutting your eyes tight and pinching the bridge of your nose. "that was my boss."

"are you serious?" they all say in unison, and it's almost like they're telepathically connected and synced with the way their tones are identical. you seem to sink into the couch more as they pester you.

-

you're able to finally escape those three men (who, you might add, are teenage girls at the heart with the way they squeal and giggle when you talk about mina.), you find yourself at a counter, waiting for someone to assist you.

"i didn't know you could sing." a voice says, and you shoot your head towards the woman who starts to sit down in the chair next to you.

mina doesn't make eye contact, she just stares forward with her lips barely turned up. she looks absolutely ravishing, you're in awe yourself at the sight of her like this. it's casual, but it still makes a statement—you're into that.

"it's just a hobby," you reply. mina laughs delicately, it's almost drowned out by the chatter and music playing, but you're glad you caught it. she turns to face you and there a warm sensation that distributes throughout your body.

mina looks beautiful—no, she is beautiful—and you're noticing it all right now, it's almost overwhelming.

"you should've told me about your hobby sooner, y/n. i wish i'd known earlier about how pretty your voice is."

your heart almost stops, you can only nod bashfully.

a barista, or bartender (you don't really know, it's a weird fusion of a place.) makes their way over and it soothes you a bit, breaking the heavy tension in the air.

"what can i get for you two?" he asks, smiling at you two.

"i'll have a chai latte, hot please." mina responds. it takes a moment for you to dart your eyes away from her face, but you manage.

"i'll just have the lychee soda please, iced."

"alright, coming right up." he begins, "by the way, your performance was beautiful."

you nod with gratitude and mina laughs at your nervousness.

"when do you perform again?" mina asks, looking you in the eye. shes leaning towards you now, elbow on the counter and her cheek resting on her palm. your heart might be beating out of your chest.

"i thought you hated me," you note playfully, "you gonna give me papers after i perform next time?" and you mirror her, putting both elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your knuckles. mina laughs playfully, easing the tension in the air.

"i don't hate you, y/n." mina begins, "i just wasn't used to working with anyone else."

you nod.

"and that stupid office is just overwhelming sometimes, i was fond of your work ethic ever since you started," she admits. mina looks away apprehensively. "i hate to admit it, but i'm starting to like you more."

your smile grows. "i think i'm starting to feel the same way, myoui."

the two of you exchange eye contact again, a new feeling and connection being shared. it's exciting, it's scary.

"your drinks," the bartender says, placing the two cups on the table and breaking the anticipation in the air. you thank him and take a sip from the soda, brows furrowing a little from the sweet taste. mina thinks you get cuter by the second.

...

"do you have a ride home?" you ask her, halfway through your small conversation.

"my friend drove me here." mina answers, sipping from the mug again.

the truth is, mina's friends had nudged her over to where you were after finding out that you're the person she's been eyeing at work. she's ninety-nine percent sure her friends have completely left her; her assumptions are proven right after checking her messages for a brief moment.

mina stares at the mug in her hands. "but i think they left early."

"i can drive you home then, boss," you suggest. mina laughs at your remark,

"don't call me that outside of work, or ever—it's weird." she sighs, shaking her head.

"is that a yes?" you ask—just to be sure.

mina nods at you with a warm smile.

-

the car ride is almost silent, except for the light sound of the music playing in your car.

mina stares out the window of the passenger side, gazing at the buildings that the car passes and the strangers on the street who walk hand in hand.

mina wouldn't mind if the two of you ended up like that.

the car reaches mina's place, and you shift the stick to park.

"mina," you mumble softly—she hums in response, quirking a brow up whilst looking at you. the hand on the steering wheel grips it tighter and your flushed cheeks are hidden by the night.

"let's get coffee tomorrow?"

mina almost short-circuits.

"i'd like that," she says gently, and her grin turns into that same gummy smile that you'd seen the first time. the two of you sit there for a moment, nodding to yourselves while our hearts race each other, beating at an irregular pace.

mina unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for the doorknob, then gets out of the car. before she closes the door, she manages to speak again despite her nervousness that courses through her veins.

"pick me up at one?"

"yes, boss."

"don't call me that." mina groans playfully, and you simply snicker.

mina closes the door and starts to walk away from the car, but before she gets too distant, you roll down the window.

"goodnight mina, sleep well," you speak loudly, just enough for her to turn, and the light shines bright enough and you're extremely thankful that it lets you see her gummy smile again.

"goodnight y/n, i'll see you." she waves. her face warms up a little, and she shakes her head as she walks away.

maybe working with mina isn’t too bad.

[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

Oh~~ The Spaces Between Us~~

I had many thoughts watching ep.11 and absorbing how great it fucking was but one scene caught my attention.

This one right here:

I've noticed @almayver talking about the one between Tattoo and Jack but not the other one, the one between Save and Hope. I wanna address both.

1) The Space Between Tattoo and Jack

I think it's easier to notice in other shots but I like that it's subtle. Nothing draws attention to that space. It's easy to miss it. Or rather, miss its significance.

But when you see it through the shot I picked you can tell it's important.

See: everyone is right next to their love interest.

Hope is next to Save. Arun is next to Tattoo (they aren't a couple as far as we know but the romantic tension is kinda undeniable, we're all aware).

Hoi and Jack are the odd ones out. And it's important that they're paired together because they mirror each other.

Hoi's presumed love interest is Nang (even if I don't think they'll explore it much more than that one joke they made). He can't be next to her because she's not there. Alternatively, if you disagree with this, he just doesn't have one.

But that's okay. Hoi's at one of the ends of the half circle. Meaning, whoever isn't there is not missing. That person is just either out of frame (a.k.a not part of this scene) or not necessary for Hoi.

Jack on the other hand, has an empty space next to him. There should be someone there. But there isn't. There's a vacancy, someone's missing. Joke's missing.

And the themes of this group conversation circle a lot around that.

Hoi mentions how he misses Joke. Tattoo says they can't steal the ring back without Joke.

Jack and his pride never say the words but the scene shows it clear as water: Jack misses Joke too.

Of course, that's nothing we didn't already know, but I enjoy good framing and good spacial storytelling. I think we all do.

2) The Space Between Hope and Save

Fear not, HopeSave enthusiasts, I don't think this is about their relationship, they're far too crazy about each other to break up, you can calm down.

I do however think this is about Hope specifically. Why? Because no one fucking likes Hope.

Hope beat them mercilessly and with a smile on his face and, sure, he's right when he says they were all forced to do terrible things by Boss but Jack's the living proof there are choices no matter what. And you can be a better person even when you're forced to be terrible.

So this space? This space is the devide.

Notice, first of all, how the shape of the brick walls seems to create a wall of its own between Save and Hope. It's a clear devide between Hope and the rest of them.

Then, notice how everyone, even Jack and Tattoo who have Joke's empty space between them, seem, from the angle of that shot (which is the introductory one for this scene), to be touching.

They're all connected with each other, they're all a group.

Only Hope isn't touching anyone, only he doesn't belong there, never did. Which is ironic if you think he's always been from around there and Arun hasn't but, because of the choices they made, Arun fits in and Hope doesn't.

And the cherry on top? Hope is also at the end of the circle. And it's not because there's someone out of frame that just isn't there but rather because there isn't.

The only thing by his other side is his own shadow, which, by the way he seems to be the only one to have.

So it's safe to say: Hope doesn't have anyone else. Only Save.

Hope can talk all he wants about how they grew up with him saving Save from fights, but the truth is that, in reality, it's Save who's always saved him. Save is Hope's lifeline.

I guess that was all.

Cheers! <3

[trashogram]

It's even worse for Crimson as being a villain, he's completely wasted. Given how Moxxie acts, personality wise and the like, he has the ruthless side of him(with killing) yet he's intelligent and caring. You'd think these would come about due to his upbringing by both of his parents.

But then we finally get around to it and we see Moxxie's mom is dead and not recently either and Crimson....is a complete dumbass and also an asshole.

This would have been a good side story, to showcase that Moxxie comes from a grey morality family, which is why his personality is the way it is.

His mother is that kind and sweet caring figure, his father is that ruthless and hardass figure, yet somehow, someway the two still love eachother. I feel this also would actually add to Hell as far as the daily life goes and struggles between morality.

The Mafia/Mob, while obviously there's a bunch of assholes within it, that doesn't mean that's all there is to these guys. They wouldn't have gotten anywhere near the power that they had in the 20th Century, if they weren't smart about what they were doing, if they didn't have some sort of code or honor system. As ruthless as Mobsters can be, not all of them are assholes...for the sake of being assholes.

There are laws that had to be followed(different from policies that each Family may have had, so those varied between). Michael Franzese is a huge, good source on the Mafia life and it's a lot more complicated than one might realize.

Crimson comes across as a dumbass, because he didn't check Chaz' finances...when they were in his car, unlocked....on the property. He's head of the Mob and doesn't do the most common sense thing ever, checking someone out before you take their word at face value.

It also comes across as such, that this is somehow the ONLY way to get money. ...Crimson...my guy, HOW are you head of anything in Greed?

No one becomes the Head of the Mafia, if they are so stupid that they don't have fingers in the pockets of...just about everyone they come across, if they don't strategize and have many, many, many different ways of making money.

They introduce us to Crimson as if he's some big shot, with the huge house, the helicopter and all the goons....and yet all that is thrown away when we learn that he's in heavy debt. So how are you paying all your men? How are you paying for any of your supplies? But then they take it a step further with Crimson being a dumbass, by forcing his son to marry Chaz(who he hates) and is just taking the latter's word that he's rich....so you're not going to check the guy who you HATE and make sure he's telling the truth? Crimson you have no right to be pissed at Moxxie, for you being an idiot.

Didn't mean to go on this long spiel I guess, I'm just now worried for when we get into Hazbin...in how Angel's Mafia Family is going to be portrayed, especially when we know it'd at least be early 20th Century of when they were alive. Which means, they should be well organized and have significant power.

....Also Moxxie's mother deserved way better than being killed. I wanted her alive, there was so much potential to have this contrast between Millie's parents and Moxxie's parents and....we didn't get that. ...Also I WANT HER OFFICIAL NAME!

GIVE MOXXIE'S MOM AN OFFICIAL NAME!

Crimson is so deep in debt that he had to take out his brain and put it up for collateral.

It’s the only way to explain why he’s such an audacious idiot that I have to assume failed upward. Or we could blame it on the real problem, which is that Vivienne Medrano decided one day that she wanted to turn a gay wattpad fanfic into an episode of Helluva Boss regardless of how dumb the idea was and no one stopped her.

Exes and Oohs hurts my brain with how preposterous it is, dude. How does marriage work in Hell?? Why the fuck are there priests in Hell that can officiate marriages?!

As for Angel Dust — God, is being from a mafia family even part of his character anymore? Oy vey we’ll probably find out before we spend anymore time on Charlie in Hazbin Hotel.

(I’m gonna call Moxxie’s mom Marzia. It’s cute. Not holding out for the show to actually give her a name.)

[crowtrobotx]

Happy Father's Day only to Karl Heisenberg. I wrote a little oc x canon ficlet this morning to deal with some ~feelings~ and I thought maybe someone might also enjoy it. This can be considered a Check Engine-AU-AU, lol, otherwise known as "Mechanic!Karl no Village." Word Count: 2166 Warnings: Nothing significant but if the subject of pregnancy isn't your thing you probably won't have a good time. ~~~~~~~~ Come on. Where are you, jackass? Kris’s fingers fidgeted nervously with a loose thread at the hem of her dress, eyes laser focused on the empty driveway from her perch on the living room couch. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck beneath the wild tangle of curls in spite of the air conditioning, cranked a rebellious one degree lower than normal out of desperation. She winced. That singular digit might have been the only thing that was preventing her from hurling onto the freshly cleaned hardwood floor.

It was a deceptively lovely summer day outside, the only hint of how truly unpleasant the weather was buried somewhere in the incessant screaming of the cicadas crawling all over the trees that enveloped their property. The heat waves radiating from the asphalt made her feel lightheaded just looking at it - how Karl worked in that stuffy garage all day, in those frustratingly attractive coveralls, without passing out was a mystery to her even after all these years. Maybe he finally did die of heatstroke. Would explain why he’s late, today of all days. Her stomach churned miserably.

She knew she was taking this all far too seriously. It didn’t have to be perfect - she could just tell him outright, like a sane person, but unfortunately she’d gone on Pinterest one too many times over the last couple of days in an attempt to quell her bubbling anxiety and it had all gone to shit from there.

Maybe it was how unexpectedly long it had taken. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d finally convinced herself it wasn’t actually a dream, that it was really happening and she wasn’t going to wake up in a cold sweat. Regardless, she’d put a silly amount of effort into this already - and spent her coffee money at the dollar store - so dammit, it had to turn out cute at the very least. She smoothed out the black linen fabric over her belly, hand lingering a moment longer than normal.

The glint of a windshield from the road had her sitting up like an excited dog. Sturm, snoring away on his well-chewed pet bed to her side, didn’t react at all. She’d been faked out by a school bus once already, but the harsh rattle of the perpetually fucked muffler on Karl’s impossibly old pick-up was, for once, like music to her ears. The truck rolled into view, prompting Kris to shakily rise to her feet and make for the kitchen.

“Okay,” she exhaled slowly, trying to steady the flutter in her chest. “It’s fine. You’re fine. It’s going to be fine.”

The outfit: adorable. The setup: in place. The lines she’d rehearsed in the lukewarm bath this morning until she’d gone hoarse: memorized. She could not fuck this up - if she did, she might simply melt into a puddle with all that remained of her being a pair of cartoon blinking eyes.

Get your shit together. These things never go as planned. He’s going to know something is up because you’ve been home alone all day and you did your hair and makeup instead of embracing the slug girl aesthetic, anyway.

Kris grimaced at her own inner voice, ceding that perhaps it was correct. She awkwardly milled about the room: leaning on the counter, deciding it looked too suspicious, picking up a knife, deciding it looked too insane. Footfalls growing louder toward the side door had her panicked and she at last decided to busy herself washing out an already cleaned coffee mug over the sink.

You can do this. What did Linda call you last time you were in office? A boss bitch? Lull him into a false sense of security. Pretend like you’re a respectable housewife and not a foul-mouthed nasty bitch someone was stupid enough to marry.

The screen door banged open, its rusty hinges surviving yet another assault from her careless husband’s grip. The man himself finally appeared, his outgrown beard and wiry silver waves a total mess from the heat and his work. Still, he didn’t seem agitated - a good sign. Otherwise Kris would have put off her little plan until later, unwilling to take unnecessary risks with something so precious. This would be her Instagram-worthy moment, dammit.

“Honey,” Karl’s loud croon shattered the peaceful silence that had reigned all day, “I’m home!”

God, he was revolting. Kris couldn’t help but to set the cup down and nearly dash to his waiting arms. He caught her in a near crushing bear hug, looking quite pleased with her reaction. She saved the ooey-gooey greetings for special occasions - she couldn’t let the man get even cockier, after all, and she had a reputation to uphold.

“You’re sweaty,” she observed, head finding purchase on his chest all the same, finding comfort in the familiar. “And you stink.”

“Sure do,” he said with a little too much pride. He ran a hand - probably grease-covered, by the looks of it; thank God I’m wearing black - down her back and hummed thoughtfully. “But you, on the other hand, look cute as a button. What’s the occasion? Did I do something nice and not remember?”

Kris untangled herself from his grasp, trying her best to look disinterested and unaffected. With a wave of her hand she returned to the kitchen sink, this time feigning interest in putting away the dishes, and cast a lidded look at him over her shoulder. She hoped her concealer was hiding her heat in her cheeks and making her act more believable. “It’s hot and I got bored,” she lied. Why do I feel like dragging his smelly ass to the floor with me right now?

Karl’s toolbelt hit the linoleum with a loud clang. In a couple of confident strides he was at her back, hands shamelessly trying to find purchase at her hips again. “Aww, did my girl get lonely without me? I can fix that for you, y’know… I don’t mind.” His fuzzy jaw nuzzled into her neck, the edges of his lips curling into a smarmy grin.

Of course - if one thing was going to ruin this, it would be the thing that had caused the situation to begin with: Karl’s dick.

Kris thwacked him playfully on the thigh with the nearest tea towel and rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the traitorous warmth pooling deep in her abdomen. “You know the rules. Not until you’re not going to stain my poor clothes with all those oil splotches. Then we’ll talk.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically. She’d known him long enough to recognize false exasperation - he didn’t like messing up her pretty outfits, either. Karl turned to make his way to the bedroom when Kris caught his arm, putting on her best surprised face and tone.

“Oh! I almost forgot, can you help me out really quick? There’s something that needs to come out of the oven and I’ve got to finish this.”

“It’s ten steps away, doll- OUCH! You and that damn towel. Yeah, sure. One sec.”

Kris held her breath as he stomped across the room, rubbing his leg where she’d nailed him yet again. This was it. Her picture perfect moment. Even Sturm had managed to lift his greying head to peer curiously from the living room.

Karl opened the range. The singular honey bun sitting on the pain looked comically out of place, but that was the point - there was absolutely no way he could ignore it. Kris nearly shattered the dish in her hands, so tight did her fraying nerves make her grip.

“Oh, sweet,” Karl said, before picking the pastry up and taking a bite. “I was starvin’ after all those tire rotations today. Thanks!”

He resumed his trek upstairs, whistling contentedly. Sturm stared at her with a look that conveyed a sort of pity before resuming his daily 18 hours of beauty rest. Even the shriek of insects outside seemed to have dulled to a quiet hum out of respect for whatever remained of Kris’s dignity. She wordlessly placed the plate onto the counter, a mixture of resignation, rage, and outright bewilderment swirling in her chest.

He did not just do that. You hallucinated it in a hormonal fugue. There’s no way.

She had accounted for what she thought was every likely outcome. Unbridled excitement, tears, perhaps disbelief. Even that he would be angry - not truly angry, of course, but it was the emotion he defaulted to whenever he wasn’t sure how to handle whatever feelings were rushing through him, however positive.

She had not, however, considered the possibility that he was more stupid than the bag of hammers hanging above his workbench.

“Karl,” she croaked out just as he reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs.

He paused and peeked his head around to face her, crumbs somehow already decorating his beard. “What?”

Kris flexed her fingers and inhaled slowly to steady her voice. “Could you come here again please?”

When Karl returned to the kitchen, it took everything in her not to throat-punch him. He was simultaneously the smartest and dumbest man she had ever met - in spite of his horrific personality, everyone in town came to him for their mechanical needs because absolutely no one knew their way around an engine like he did. And yet here she was, trying to convey an extremely obvious plot twist to absolutely no avail while he stuffed his face.

“Can you tell me what you’re holding?” she asked, the strain in her tone causing her voice to sound unnaturally high.

Karl swallowed. He rotated the bread, eyeing it somewhat nervously as if he feared it might now explode. “It’s… a roll?”

“Well… some might say a bun.” Kris was getting desperate. Her new favorite hobby of vomiting was feeling like more and more of a possibility with every passing second. At least it would get her out of this situation.

“A bun,” Karl repeated.

She waited for him to do the math before giving in to his helpless, slightly annoyed look.

“Yes. A bun. From the oven.”

“That’s usually where they come from, babe. Did you hit that pretty little head of yours while I was at work today or what?”

Another silence. Kris swore to herself that she was going to throw this man through the second floor window.

“You found the bun…” Kris gestured, indicating that she intended him to finish her sentence.

“In the oven,” they both said at once. For a brief, tantalizing moment, Kris thought it had finally worked. She had been fully prepared to snatch the little wrapped test hidden in the utensils drawer and gift it to him in a sickeningly sweet gesture worthy of a Hallmark movie, until she noticed the completely clueless look on his face hadn’t yet retreated.

Are you fucking-

“Was it not for me?” Karl ventured at last. “Uh, s-sorry. Guess I shoulda asked. I can get you another one at the corner mart on my way home tomorrow if you want.”

“I do not want a gas station dessert, thankyouverymuch,” Kris hissed. The thought of what Karl-tier food might do to her already compromised digestive system sent a shiver down her spine. “I am trying to- you know what, never mind. I’m glad you liked it.”

“Ohhhhh,” Karl suddenly cooed, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning in to peck the tip of her nose. “Wait. I get it now.”

Cautious relief relaxed Kris’s shoulders. She batted her lashes at him and made a soft questioning sound, feigning innocence.

“You want a new oven. Why didn’t you say so? I got enough parts in that shed out back to make you ten if you want. Anything for my gal!” Karl’s grin was begging to be slapped right off his stupid, handsome face.

Instead, and with all the strength she had in reserve, Kris simply shut her eyes and lightly patted her husband’s chest. We’re going to call this a practice run. That’s all. “A new oven would be lovely. You’re the best, Heisy-bear.”

Karl winked before happily popping the rest of the bun in his mouth and reclaiming his usual air of off-putting flirtatiousness. 

“You know it is kinda weird that you just made one,” he spat around the mouthful as he patted her cheek. “But I know you don’t like summers, pumpkin. Fries your brain and makes you do weird shit. ‘S okay, I still love you”

“Thank goodness for that.”

Kris waited until he was out of sight before allowing herself a brief, silent scream into her palms. Sturm hobbled into the kitchen at last, his three paws tapping rhythmically as he presented her one of his well-loved chew toys as a kind of consolation prize. She sighed, and at last allowed herself a laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Thanks, boy,” she whispered, bending to scratch the dog’s velvety ears. “Well, time for plan B, I suppose. Do you know where I can buy a mini toolkit?”

[marksbear]

Okay I have two ideas for the same Dom reader from the sending nudes at work sub Steven grant with him at the wolfstreet I think it is? So reader proposed and then it's a huge wedding where Steven Co workers come too are surprised and jealous because they didn't know about his husband. So when it gets to night reader carry Steven getting reader to fuck Mr l/n aka Steven he goes into the bathroom to wear a wedding dress. Reader can't control him and fucks him with it still on while saying his handsome husband and wants to keep fucking him forever and overestimating him and how much he loves him. I know it's alot but this Is what came to my head. /1 -🐻‍❄️

I like the ideas in your head my friend. So I am more than happy to write this thought. I hope you enjoy it! 🐻‍❄

Warnings- DETAILED SMUT, overestimating, praise kink, marriage, Y/n and Steven are two love sick puppies, mirror sex, breeding kink, teasing, blowjob, slight daddy kink, ONESHOT.

STEVEN GRANT X DOM MALE READER

"This is my big day and I won't allow any of you to ruin this for me and my future husband!" Y/n says in a dominant tone to all of his hundreds of workers.

Y/n didn't want them to join. Maybe only the managers from each department and his assistants. But sadly the news got out in the office and now everyone is here with kids and significant others.

Steven on the other hand invited maybe seventeen of his co-workers even the ones he didn't like. And that made Y/n feel like a complete asshole from all of the people who came just to see him.

Y/n makes sure the place is perfect for his fiance before going to the dressing room with some of his closest friends. Once he got there hair dressers and photographers were already there waiting for him.

Y/n puts the suit on smiling to himself in the mirror. "Wow Y/n that suit did you justice. You are usually more ugly." One of your friends says teasingly making the other friends in the room laugh.

"Very funny Colin." Y/n says sarcastically and sits down in a chair letting the hairdresser do her job. "What dress do you think Steven is wearing?" The fiance hoped to be a husband asks his friends. "Probably something better than you. Hes gonna steal the whole wedding." The other friend Wade answers a bit too honestly for your own good and Y/n side eyes him.

"Think I hear guests arriving! Okay do one of you have the rings?!?" The room became silent after Y/n asked the question.

WITH STEVEN!

"B-but Marc what if he doesn't like it?!" Steven asks while holding on the bottom part of the dress fidgeting with it. "Steven you're gonna be fine." Marc groans out after answering that question about one hundred times already. "Look Steven. You and Y/n have been through lots of shit together. If he doesn't wanna marry you for one dress i'll kick his ass." Marc says to Steven for a little encouragement. Marc's words help Steven calm down a little and take a deep breath.

THE MUSIC START TO PLAY.

And everyone stands turning to the front of the aisle where Y/n and his best men are looking amazing while lots of Y/n yell out cheers for their boss earning a glare from Y/n.

Different musicians with their own instruments begin to play in harmony creating a peaceful and full of love in the fancy wedding as a signal that is about to begin.

Flower girls and boys begin to throw the gold and red flower petals around creating a beautiful sight for all eyes to see. Steven and his best women show up right behind them making the whole room smile and speechless especially the L/n by the arch. Once Steven is by the arch the priest goes on and on about the future of the newly wedded couple.

The two exchange vowels both of them are just beautiful and heartwarming. "Steven Grant do you take Y/n L/n as your newly wedded husband until death do you part?" The priest asks making the room tense and holding their breath. "I do."

Y/n eyes begin to water from those two simple words Steven says. "Y/n L/n do you take Steven Grant to be your husband until death do you part." Without hesitating Y/n says "I do" Making everyone in the chapel stand up getting ready to clap. "Then I pronounce you two are Husband and Husband Y/n you may kiss the bride." Y/n quickly wraps his around his husband pulling him to the most passionate kiss ever.

The crowd roars and claps for the two L/n's

Now at the wedding party

The L/n are in the back of the party at the table just for them. Steven is on Y/n lap as Y/n is just looking around the party. After they just got done dancing and cut the cake.

All of Steven's co-workers are in a corner whispering about the newly married couple. "Steven can't handle a man like him." One of them says to the group. "Agreed he doesn't deserve L/n." A different one follows after the first comment. "The things I would do to Y/n." One of the woman workers says dreamily staring at Y/n.

"Im gonna make him mine one day."

One of Y/n workers came to Y/n and Steven to congratulate them. But then almost the whole company went to them to congratulate them. They overflow the table with gifts."Be right back love. Wheres Jenny I wanna dance with her." Y/n gently moves Steven off of him and places him on the chair he was sitting on before walking out of the crowd to find a certain woman.

Once Y/n was out of an ear shot one of the managers asked "How the hell did you tame the beast?"

TIMESKIP SOME PEOPLE ARE NOW LEAVING.

The only two people on the dance floor are Jenny and Y/n slow dancing with Jenny leading like shes the man and Y/n is the man.

Steven is standing at the back watching the two as they dance gracefully and not making a single mistake. "Thats Jenny Parker. One of Y/n's favorite workers. Don't worry they have nothing going on shes a lesbian." A mysterious voice says and when Steven turns to see who it is they're gone.

After the song ends Y/n goes over to Steven kissing him deeply without warning. Y/n wraps his arms on his waist pulling Steven closer to him as he slowly grinds onto him. The two seem to be in their own world in a complete bliss making out and grinding onto each other. Until the world broke because of Jenny who is screaming Y/n name.

"Y/n M/n L/n! Come here right now and tell me bye!" Y/n groans into Steven's mouth before turning around to face his friend. "I can't Jen, but bye! Tell the kids daddy isn't coming home in a few days!" Y/n shouts before turning back around to his husband.

"Wanna continue where we left off?~" Y/n asks his husband in a smug tone with a smirk. "Daddy?" Steven asks. Y/n lets out a quiet "Fuck." Before answering. "Yeah daddy. Are you jealous because someone else calls me daddy?~". But I'm her kids'godfather and real daddy isn't in their lives so I just step up and sub in from time to time." Y/n picks up the new L/n before taking him outside to the car.

TIMESKIP AT THE HONEYMOON RESORT.

Y/n had rented out the best resort money can buy for his husband. He hired chefs and musicians to be a bit early so they can prepare. The married couple ate and danced around for a bit before going into the bedroom. "L/n~ can you please wear that wedding dress again? It's just because I can't believe my husband looked so good in it." Y/n begs with a little pout making his husband's face become hot and flustered.

Steven quietly agrees and heads off to the bathroom. Y/n takes his tuxedo off strips down out of the clothes folding them neatly. Y/n cock springs out hard and the precum is already leaking out. "Oh fuck me." Y/n mentally argues with himself deciding whether to go in the bathroom to fuck his husband OR be a regular person take care of his problem by themselves or just wait for the partner.

Y/n walks up to the door opening it slowly taking in his husband's beauty in the dress. Steven is bent over the sink doing something but Y/n doesn't care hes only thinking with his dick. Y/n gets behind Steven and places his arms in front of Steven trapping his husband between himself and the sink. "Y/n?! Wha are you---doIng~"Steven words became slight moans when he feels his husbands cock poking the dress as Y/n sucks on his neck. Y/n moves his hips back and forth creating the friction and pleasure he needed. Steven throws his head back landing on Y/n shoulder. Steven cock is hard and the bulge is very noticeable in the dress.

One of Y/n's hand loose grip on the sink and brings his fingers up to Steven's mouth. "Be a good husband and suck." Y/n demands kissing the back of Steven's neck. Steven wastes no time sucking on the fingers coating them with his spit and saliva. Once Y/n pulls his fingers out a trail of saliva from Steven mouth follows them. Y/n uses his free hand to pull Steven dress up for his ass and cock is visible. Y/n pushes one of his fingers in his husband hole. Steven arches his back and moans out Y/n name. Steven moves his ass up and down on the finger using his free hands to cover his mouth. Y/n watches his husband fuck himself before adding a second finger.

Steven looks into the mirror staring at the erotic sight that him and his husband are making. Y/n looks up from Steven ass and to the mirror smirking at Steven and wink at him. "M---more pLease more Y/n~ I want your cock please g-give it to me." Steven's eyes begin to water a little as he begs for his husband cock.

"Not yet maybe. Im going to make you cum two times from my fingers before I fuck you properly." Y/n uses his other hand to pin Steven waist onto the sink so he can't fuck himself anymore and proceeds to curve and twist his fingers.

"O-oh fuck love~" Steven moans his face looking like hes about to cry. Steven whines and whimpers becomes louder. "Y/n! Y/n~ Ahahh F-uCk! plea--se again again~" Steven cries out once Y/n fingers graze his prostate. "Only because you asked so nicely my dear L/n" Y/n answers Steven pleas and begins to for his prostate every time he curves his fingers. Steven cums without warning most of the cum landing on the floor and legs but some lands on the dress.

"Good boy baby~ Now can you handle one more then you can get your reward i'll even help." Y/n praise and ask his husband. Steven gives Y/n a weak nod. "Words Stevey." Y/n says demanding him. "Yes sir..." "Good boy stevey."

Y/n adds a third finger into his husband stretching him out faster. Y/n slides his free hand on Steven cock giving it a few tugs before taking it whole jerking it off at the same pace hes fucking Steven with his fingers in.

This time Steven doesn't think he can last longer. His cock is coated with cum and sweat. Y/n slows his hand down letting Steven catch his breath before going at a steady pace. Steven grinds his ass into his husband's fingers almost feeling at ease until he feels his husband's hard cock under his own. Moving up and down just like Y/n with his hand. Steven looks down a little staring at his husband's wet cock. He begins to imagine Y/n cock inside him. How would it feel and what pace would his husband go. What would Y/n cum feel like inside of him. The last thought made him cum on the spot. His moans sounded like he was in a porn video and the way his hole clenched around Y/n as he came.

"Wow Stevey you just came all over my cock." Y/n voice sounded surprised but he didn't hate it. As promised Y/n takes his cock and slowly pushes it into his husband whole. Steven's whole body is leaning on the counter for support. Without wasting a second Y/n thrust all the way in Steven. Y/n pulls all the way out before thrusting back in. Y/n lays his head down onto Steven shoulder as he fucks him. His moans and groans are muffled.

"F-fuck Steven. Still so tight~" Y/n says into Steven's ear making Steven back shiver. Y/n uses both of his hands to hold on to Steven pinning him down on the counter. "My husband is so so handsome I'm so lucky! Do you hear me Steven you are so handsome~" The praises make Steven cock twitch even more. "I can just keep fucking this pretty ass forever." Y/n growls into Steven ear biting it softly. Steven's throat is too dry to talk but moans escapes from it. Drool runs down Steven's chin as he stares into the mirror.

"Should I cum deep in you so you can get pregnant? So no one else can call me daddy besides you and the kids. Want me to fuck kids into you Stevey~So i'll be only our family daddy. You will like that huh?" The thought of just having Y/n kids and his cum deep inside him made Steven shoot his third load making his cock sore and ache.

"Should I call you mommy or daddy?~" Y/n teases as his thrust aims for Steven's prostate making his aching cock hard again and his face full of tears and drool. "Steven i--im cumming OoH fuckk! Take it! I'm going to give you my kids--- Fuck!" Y/n hot cum shoots deeply into Steven making Steven Whole body become fuzzy and heaving. As Y/n rides out his high he picks up Steven placing him on the sink and getting on his knees before opening his mouth taking Steven cock whole. With only a few lazy sucks and lapping his tongue on the tip while using his hand to squeeze his husband balls made him cum shoot straight into his mouth.

Steven throws his head back tiredly and his legs shaking. Y/n swallows the load like a pro and gives his cock a few extra sucks to make sure he got everything before pulling away from the cock and gives the tip a kiss on the silt.

Y/n stands up from his knees before picking up his weak husband and laying him on the bed. Y/n takes off the wedding dress for him and folds it with some of the other clothes. Y/n lays on the bed with Steven making out with him for a while before falling asleep.

THE END

[titanicfreija]

Three things.

Played with @fossil-finder last night and had a good time. I carried her through Prophecy for shiggles and the Kridis Empire hunt for prisms.

They said I was "the most competent Titan" they've seen and yay for the warm and fuzzies. I've had a lot of practice keeping the DPS alive, and I'm quite proud of my capacity to do so under several circumstances. It's a high priority to me, because if my damage/rez is dead, I don't last long. I'm very grateful to them for shooting the bosses in the faces while I cowered behind the furniture and caught things on fire.

But so I want to brag, because this was badass as fuck.

During the Kridis fight, Bunny got frozen and killed, like you do, while I was on the wrong side of the map, on the other little offshoot platform.

So I hop the railing, touch on the strip and jump over to Bunny. (I can't remember if I used my melee to hurry up, which would have made it even cooler.) She's got a yellow bar on her Ghost, so I spin and put my thermite grenade down in front of where I'm going, get it running up the path to Kridis, catch the marauder for a second, and I land and put up a barricade as soon as I touch down, which saves me from Kridis's ice shit, and I punch the marauder the rest of the way down while I get her up.

It was so fucking cool, I cannot believe I pulled that off.

This was after I had said, "I'm not THAT great". Bunny has suggested this is a bit of imposter syndrome. Which, it might be a little, but I wanted to explain this, cos this is thing 2.

I'm definitely in the top half, probably in the top quarter, skill-wise. But I say I'm not THAT Great for two reasons.

One is kinda unfair to myself, and he's our friend and occasional Fireteammate, Gamerboy. Freija and Three are both impressed by this guy. I plan to write him into a least one story, and if he has an OC, I'm gonna have to make a second Guardian to superimpose the player on.

Gamerboy carried Rise through Zero Hour and got him Rat King in Season 12. He went into the crucible with us and showed me shit I still can't do. This fucker got us Malfeasance when I decided to see what that quest was all about.

That is significant because part of that quest requires an Army of One OR for someone on your team to get an Army of One three times in one match.

That is, you have to invade in Gambit and take out the entire enemy team. Four kills. Or else your team has to do it for you three times.

This mother fucker over here jumped into Gambit with us with a fucking Aachen that just randomly dropped, and he did it on the first match. (This is how I don't get salty about ass-kickings in Gambit. Turnabout is fair play.)

So my basis of comparison, my line of Greatness, is that asshole. I'm not THAT great. I AM good. I've had to admit that one. My greatest shortcoming is my lack of DPS and my second is a degree of inflexibility once I get a good thing going. (I miss Citan's. 😭) Third is that this is, in fact, an MMO and I have horrendous social anxiety.

The other source of humility is connection-based matchmaking in the crucible. It's usually just the one guy that ran the whole match doing the gnawing, instead of me being The Bad One, but sometimes I'm still The Bad One and the times I've been the one eating good are few indeed. I can remember twice. My efficiency drops to .7 and my greatest chances of victory are based around if my team has a carry.

Which brings me to the Third Thing

Rise and now Bunny, and literally anyone else that worries they're being rocks in my backpack-- as long as you are shooting shit, you're helping. If you're only getting shot at, you're still helping. If you rez me one time, that's a time I didn't have to start completely over. If you only get one of the five Nighthawk shots off, you did a goddamn fuckload of damage that I no longer have to do. The difference between solo and duo is night and day and you being there means I'm not solo. In this particular case, we went in knowing I was carrying. I said the words, "I'll carry you." I'm happy to have you.

To conclude: I am awesome and I had fun. 😁

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

I've been thinking a lot as of late about Django's skill set, and the almost nightmarish reality of the type of violence and destruction he's capable of committing all on his very own. I'll probably make this into a more structured and proper HC post in the future. But for now, I just kinda want to ramble about this for a second because I don't think I've really had the opportunity to fully display just what kind of a one-man wrecking crew/army he is.

Talk to anyone who's a fan of SR and takes pride in their own version of The Boss, and they will tell you what sort of aspects they really lean into when depicting them in writing, art, or anything remotely creative. For me, aside from wanting to really explore the whole idea of a customizable character and that disconnect from most people, I really leaned into the more violent aspects that make up the character. And that's because when you stop and think about it, the sort of things that The Boss is able to accomplish throughout the original series—at least on their own—is really fucking astounding. And even more so terrifying.

You can make the argument that the original iteration of the Saints wouldn't have gotten to the point they did if The Boss hadn't come in and just carried the load, and got their hands as dirty as they did. Which isn't to say that everyone else wasn't pulling their weight. But it's clear to me that anything that was remotely significant was handed off to this random kid who got swept into the gang life. And when I apply that to my portrayal, Django starts to come across as almost relentless whenever there's work for him to do.

Said relentlessness can also be applied to how he handles the work he receives, or really, any sort of task at hand. He is goal-oriented. He is focused, despite what he may lead you to believe. A plan may fall apart and make it seem as if you need to go back and reconsider your approach. Not for Django. He will finish the task at hand by any means necessary. Even if wanton destruction is left in his wake. He is the human equivalent of the nastiest hurricane you could ever imagine. And he's got the body count and property damage to back that title up.

Let's talk about violence for a second. The guy loves it. Fighting in general gets his blood pumping, and his adrenaline spiking higher and higher. He is a sick freak that enjoys hurting his enemies and fighting tougher opponents just to better his own skills. Whenever he REALLY starts to get into a fight, I would equate it to a dog being let off a leash and getting zoomies. He's basically frenzied, and more than ready to put someone down if it comes to that.

And when I think about that kind of attitude, plus the way he can seemingly go through wave after wave of enemies, it really begins to paint a picture of what that may look like to an outside observer. Or hell, anyone for that matter, regardless of what side they're on. Like, it wouldn't surprise me if, as the years go on, people just made up ghost stories about the guy. Sure, he's prolific as hell. But you can't imagine what kinds of things he gets up to whenever there isn't a news camera on him. Plus, I would think that with everything he and the gang have accomplished, that anyone in the big leagues—whether it be in the criminal underworld, or from law enforcement—would take heavy consideration as to how to approach the guy given what he's able to do.

We're talking about someone here who has not only toppled several different gangs with varying degrees of influence and power, but gone up against cops, SWAT teams, the FBI, and even people who are as close to the honest-to-god military as possible.

I really don't have a proper way to end this because it was meant to be a long ramble in the first place. But man, I don't know. There's just a lot to consider about what Django's reputation would be throughout the world in his own canon. And this also goes for crossovers, AU's, all sorts of things. His penchant for violence is something that will be on full display no matter what the playing field may be when writing the guy. And I just hope people keep that in mind whenever we plot stuff out, or just have discussions in general.

[loosingmoreletters]

Hi! Sorry to drop into your asks so soon again, but would you continue that SAO AU for me? Pretty pretty please?

I love your ficlets, thank you for writing!

oh, please feel very welcome in my asks! I'm sure happy to know someone loves my writing so much. And here you go! Let's look at baby wangxian.

Part 1 | 2

Wei Wuxian had yet to kill anyone in this death game, but the moment he could get his hands on Wen Chao, he’d wring his neck. He wouldn’t use his sword or any talismans, anything from his stats. Only his raw strength. He’d make him feel all the artificial pain until it burned.

His health bar wasn’t looking like he’d get a chance to confront Wen Chao, however.

It looked disappointingly like he was going to die in this boss fight. At least Jiang Cheng and the others had made it out. They could retry this fight after they’d gone a couple levels up. Wei Wuxian had no idea whether the level reset once they die, but if it didn’t, maybe he should empty out his storage, not that he had anything particularly useful in there.

“How are you, Lan Zhan?”

His companion sat as still as he had for the last hour. His health bar was only slightly better than Wei Wuxian’s, courtesy of Gusu’s stat boost the sect’s members got whenever they adhered to their rules or something, Wei Wuxian honestly didn’t know. Yunmeng came with a wicked weapons’ skill he’d abused nearly to the point of breaking game mechanics.

Maybe he should’ve gone with the Nie to get their berserker skill. That could’ve saved them, maybe.

“Lan Zhan,” Wie Wuxian called out again. “Are you done ignoring me yet?”

Lan Zhan exhaled. “I have not been ignoring you.”

Score!

Wei Wuxian grinned. “That’s what it looked like from here. So, you got a plan for how you want to spend your last hours?”

Lan Zhan’s face twitched only barely. You had to hand it to Wen Crop., they knew their shit. The neural transfer was near perfect.

“We will not die here.”

“We’re more than just a couple missions away from getting enough experience to fight the Xuanwu of Slaughter,” Wei Wuxian replied drily. “While I think Yunmeng’s motto is very encouraging, I’m not an idiot.”

No, they’d die here, in a plot irrelevant side-mission because fuck Wei Wuxian especially, apparently.

A whole year of this hell already and this was how Wei Wuxian would die, stuck in a terrible cave with a worse monster, without ever hugging his family close again. He wanted to cry, but the reaction wouldn’t do anything to fix his mental state.

“We can make up the lack of experience,” Lan Zhan said.

Wei Wuxian blanked. “What?”

Lan Zhan looked into the direction of the Xuanwu of slaughter before nodding confidently. “Marriage.”

Usually, Wei Wuxian found Lan Zhan’s carefully curated sentences hilarious, but he wasn’t following. “What do you mean?”

“Marriage allows spouses to share a skill,” Lan Zhan elaborated and activated his menu, pulling guqin strings from his storage.

Yeah, Jiang Cheng knew that. The ability sounded better than it was however, because it essentially only allowed one partner to borrow a skill while the other had to go without—

Oh.

“My weapons’ proficiency,” Wei Wuxian said. “You want it to what? Enhance the strings?”

“I think with the boost, my chord assassination could do significant damage.”

It was absolutely insane. Wei Wuxian exceled and these types of games because he had great instinct and was pretty quick at his math. He could calculate in a split second how much damage he’d need to deal and running his numbers, he could only come to one conclusion.

“It won’t be enough,” Wei Wuxian said. “Not that alone.”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan looked like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, which wasn’t fair at all. Wei Wuxian enjoyed being a step ahead. “You can use my purification bonus.”

Right, that was what Gusu granted him. Pretty useful on nighthunts, even if slightly too defensive for Wei Wuxian’s tastes.

Still, laughter bubbled up his throat. “Sure, we can try that. Until death does us part, Lan Zhan?”

Lan Zhan grimaced, as much as Lan Zhan deigned to show such an expression anyway, and sent the marriage request. The pop-up window looked like a joke, all hearts and cutesy bunnies kissing. It was a miracle that Lan Zhan had sent a request like that. Wei Wuxian shuddered to think what the other marriage request pop up windows looked like if Lan Zhan chose that one.

“You can’t divorce me after this,” Wei Wuxian said. “We’d end up with a month-long penalty.”

“Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“Accept the request.”

[tranquilspot]

Examine Room.

[This is a rewriting of a post that has been sadly deleted, as such this version will be different and modified since I only recall the broad outlines]

This ‘young man’ is now officially John, and the tags will reflect the name change from now on. Both for convenience and non-spoil policy in case new readers happen to come across this blog.

Aaah~ The all-caps words, it’s been pinned down as a Homestuck thing. I saw a post once from someone who innocently wrote in this format. The Homestucks were on the lookout on that one x) Don’t you love it? For me it’s such a treat for my dyslexic eyes. Why can’t all writers write more like this, it’s not rocket science! Bold, italic, space between paragraphs, colors and quotes to draw the attention to the important parts. So please, no more HUGE BLOCKS OF TEXT. It’s ugly, it’s annoying, you spend 5 minutes on a paragraph cause you were reading in diagonal then went back as you didn’t (mis)understand the whole thing and read several times the same sentence/word until you finally get something. And now your head hurts/you’re irritated. Anyway, back to Homestuck proper.

Who the fuck has cakes in their room, hell SEVERAL CAKES with cream and all dripping on the furniture?! Yes I get it, I too like to bring snacks to eat in front of the computer but dude It’ll attract ants! DAD might be a better guardian than the others, but you can’t deny that behavior and parental choice wise there’s something off about him. Don’t get me started on having a HAMMER AND NAILS just sitting on the floor waiting for an unfortunate fool (tool hehe) to step on it. Well, we’ll get back to safety hazard a bit later.

You like to program computers but you are NOT VERY GOOD AT IT.

One thing that I find interesting and just noticed is that John not being good at programming isn’t really important nor relevant, what is on the other hand is that it introduces two significant elements to the story: data structures, and ~ATH (until death). The former focusing on FETCH MODI and CAPTCHALOGUE CARDS, while the latter on VIRUSES (mobius double reacharound starting in act 5). I highly doubt that it was a foresight on Hussie’s side, taking into account the ~ATH is a Problem Sleuth reference (the symbol on the cover is the face of DEATH) and him incorporating those elements in his, at the time, brand new webcomic was a flex on their computer knowledge and skills. Still I think it’s nice to point it out, as it doubles (triples?) as a soft introduction to concepts that will follow the readers far into the adventure and even pop back in as a Chekhov's gun.

You have a fondness for PARANORMAL LORE

This sentence is awesome and irks me, because paranormal shit is so cool but sadly people tend to overlook it and focus on the shitty movies and magician parts.

Which is so lame! John even gave a speech about ghosts and science in Act 6 Intermission 2 that was interesting and I will definitely talk about it when we get to this conversation.

Though maybe I shouldn’t talk about stuff before they’re actually brought up by the narration? Whatever I’m my own boss, I can still develop before or when it happens. You guys tell me in the notes what you think about it.

You also like to play GAMES sometimes.

Funny how among the group of 4 friends, only John and TT have ‘play games’ mentioned in their introduction. TG plays on Xbox alone or with his Bro, GG as far as I know doesn’t own any game until SBURB came around the corner.

Perhaps it’s because the author already established that those two planned to play together. Or maybe it is pointed out by the narration because it is a relevant piece of information for establishing the plot. Or even maybe it's part of Hussie “I’ve put writing rules then soon after will discard them” hijinks. Or all of the above.

John however does own games in his disk rack, and later in the adventure plays at one of them with two of his friends. But I’ll wait and develop my thoughts on the matter when we get there (for the disk rack, very soon). —>

[theoldaeroplane]

jouwnaling

had a really, really nice day yesterday, was just in a lovely mood all day. I think it may have been related to the fact I did not get high the night before, so I'm going to try to test that theory and dial my usage down. I really enjoy weed and think it has a lot of benefits, especially for neurodivergent folk, but I'm recognizing that I used it as a way to cope with my situations last year. I'd like to wean myself off it a bit and be more present now that my life is starting to not suck. Still gonna keep it around for fun and really bad ruminating though. Weed makes it so much easier for me to hang out with people in person for a long time, and to go into overstimulating spaces.

Been having tons of fun rotating my version of Link in my brain for Antebellum (the WIP name of my LoZ fic). He has so many problems. He is a dumb motherfucker. I'm also consciously putting a lot of things I've been struggling with into this story, both to process them for myself and to give the fic, you know, that extra layer of authenticity, relatability? It's nice, I'm excited to be excited again. I'm gonna fuck up that elf boy so bad.

Had my second yoga class last night, it was nice. I'm not sure if I can afford to keep going but I'm going to try to. In a way it feels silly to pay for something I could technically do for free at home with a YouTube video, but I think the atmosphere makes a significant enough difference to be worth paying for.

Finally made a vet appointment for the dog. She needs her shots and I can't put off the fact she needs dental surgery any longer.

I really, really need to reopen commissions, but I still feel burned out on art. I'm trying to make some adoptables and YCHs as a middle ground. Haven't had a lot of success there yet. That said, I've been putting a lot of my energy into cleaning up my house and taking care of myself. The house is coming along really well, and hopefully soon I'll have it leveled out enough to make it a nicer space for my creative endeavors.

I applied for another job this week, one totally out of my field and experience: house cleaning. It's not something I'd ever considered, but I found the listing by chance and it occurred to me that a job where I just clean and listen to podcasts sounds like heaven. Especially for my autistic ass. No constant stream of customers. No dress shirts. No repeatedly explaining terms and price sheets. Just show up and clean. I'm sure such a job has its own frustrations (hard on the body, exceptionally gross houses, telling people when something is not in my job description, driving a lot), but, like. My current job---while I genuinely like a lot of the work, and I really love my boss and coworkers---the customer service aspect is killing me, the dress code brings back bad memories, and even though I'm working full time (over full time, even, I'm there 8:30-5 because I take a thirty minute lunch break) I'm not making enough to fully support myself. I keep getting sent home early because there's nothing for me to do, and my boss is only a regional manager and has been very forthcoming with the fact I am already at the absolute highest end of the payscale for my position without taking on more responsibilities.

The fact that I can be working full time and still have to rely on a side hustle, and even THEN can't put anything aside for savings, is awful. I can't do more hours, I can't take on more responsibilities, and I can't get a second job. Any of those things would seriously compromise my mental health and I have to take care of myself. I've always dreaded it when I'm asked to take on more responsibilities at my jobs. I don't want advancement, I don't want to manage anyone (I can barely manage myself!), I don't give a shit what my title is. I want to do my work really well, get paid, and go home.

And the cleaning job, at the absolute lowest end, still pays about 5k more per year than my current position.

So, currently, yeah, housecleaning sounds like a dream job. Show up. Clean. Leave. Repeat. The company in question also has glowing employee reviews on Glassdoor, with the worst things being "could pay better" and "sometimes there's favoritism." I don't have any qualms about """being a maid""" on like a social level or whatever. I like the idea that I would be making a tangible difference for individuals, instead of printing out hundreds of advertising mailers that are going to go directly into the trash. I finding cleaning very satisfying. I like the idea of not sitting around bored because there's no customers and nothing to do and I'm not allowed to have my phone out, and then getting sent home early so I miss out on half my pay for that day. And so much less masking! My god! It sounds like paradise!

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, but sometimes that's because it really is better grass.

So. Hoping to hear back about that soon. I filled out a questionnaire thing for them yesterday that seemed like it was basically checking to see if I was a narcissistic sociopath or not. I have a weekend without any Special Events happening for the first time in like a month, just my tabletop games and my volunteer work. My clothes and bedding are all washed, I got most of the dog piss smell out of the carpet from when I was too exhausted to take her out often enough, and I cut my hair. I have a writing project again. I've been making new friends and reconnecting with old ones. I adore going out to the barn every saturday. My therapist says I'm doing really, really well. Everything's coming up Corgi, for now. Fingers crossed :)

[moonvalecrossing]

Alright, I've asked about your thoughts on the Paldea Gym Leaders. But instead of the Elite Four (there are only 2 Elite Four members [3 if you count the Champion] that don't have another significant role, anyway), I'm gonna ask what your top 3 favorite and least favorite of the Academy teachers in Scarlet and Violet are.

Sorry for the late reply. I was taking a wee break from pokemon related things! I'll get to teachers happily in a moment, but there's something I want to say first. And, as always, POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR SCARLET AND VIOLET THINGS AHEAD WOO WOO! Also probably unpopular opinions! Lets get this shit!

Gotta disagree about what you say about the Elite Four. Loathe as I am to view it on equal footing with any of the other established elite 4s (even freaking Alola's) because of the GODDAMN LITERAL TODDLER IN THE RANKS, it's still an elite four with 4 members. I'd argue Mrs. Topmost champion isn't exactly the best at her job running the league considering said toddler's status as well as the fact she's placed people who clearly prefer their other jobs to being a gym leader. Plus, listening to what Larry has to say she seems to be a bit of a shitty boss, too. Can't get another person for the elite four so you pick the one regular joe who sees this as his 9 to 5 and then you make him use a completely different type of pokemon than what he specializes in? Damn, Geeta I think I hate you. Top Champion, my ass. Nemona's final fight was harder than yours. There didn't turn out to be an actual villain team in this game, but god damn if I didn't spend the whole game hoping it would be Geeta so I could kick her ass and jail her. She runs a joke of a league, and is a joke of a champion.

Now then! Onto the main establishment in the Paldea region! The school and its teachers!

Favorites first!

#3. Mrs. Tyme. I adore this woman. Her makeup and fun hair style are as on point as her sister Ryme. She is a delightful woman and I loved her classes. Plus, according to Bulbapedia, she's the homeroom teacher for the STEM track at the academy. Something something women in science careers booya! I also liked her little side story as you got to know her at the school. At first I thought it was odd that she had such a strong sense that someone was watching her. I mean, I suffer from anxiety and paranoia about people around me and even I don't really notice when someone's staring at me unless I see them doing it. But, remembering her sister's basically a rapping medium (which by the way is still fucking awesome goddamn), it wouldn't be too strange for Tyme to have a bit of a sixth sense about her.

#2. Mr. Saguaro. I looked forward to his classes almost as much as the top slot's classes whenever new classes unlocked. He's an absolute delight. I love when they make tough intimidating turn out to be actual sweethearts. When I sat in on my first class I had to tell my girlfriend that I'd found her fairy trainer OC's real father. Buff scary looking man who isn't afraid of wearing pink and does presumptuously feminine things? Dead ringer, son. Now if this guy trained solely fairy types I'd be getting a paternity test ready! xD

#1. Mr. Hassel. What can I say, I'm an artist at heart. It was my favorite class in school growing up, and it will always be. Hell. My senior year schedule was 50% art classes. It was the greatest school year of my life. Anyways. Hassel. I love this man. I am in love with this man. I would marry this man, damn. He is so damn sweet and emotional and I just want to hug him. I wanted to learn so much more about his history after his side event at school. When I first saw him I thought 'oh god this guy's gonna be unfun and boring teacher man'. I could not have been more wrong. This man? This man is my favorite adult character in the game. I'd pair my player character with Arven, but me? Mr. Hassel. GIVE ME A RING, SIR. (Sorry that got kinda weird but dang this character is wonderful.)

Now here we go! To the fun part! Get your pitchforks ready kids because I'm sure someone's gonna be unhappy here!

#3. Ms. Dendra. Hoo boy. I am a fat kid and I hate gym class. So taking her class and standing in the middle of a running track gave me some bad Mile Run flashbacks. Her class was actually nice, though. Simple, I'd argue. But I have at least two decades of pokemon battling under my belt so I wouldn't expect to be challenged by the battle instructor's lessons. So why did I put Dendra down here? Well. It's not her design. I like it (even if she screams Dark Types and not Fighting Types) as simple as it is. No. She's friends with Tulip. She makes me do that fudgemuppeting ESP training gym challenge. I still don't know if I was only supposed to emote once or spam the button since my character didn't hold her pose like the rest of the people there. Dendra is getting hella hate by association, and I feel kind of bad. However, that's not hte only reason I am unimpressed at her character. Her side story is the least impressive of all the teachers. Well besides another on this list, but yeah. Ha ha tough girl character can't cook (or in this case, make a sandwich how is that a thing these crazy bastards would happily eat a pickle and cheese sandwich slathered in mayo and enjoy it). Her story is learning to make a decent sandwich. And as far as I can tell, she still didn't 100% figure out how to do that. Good lord, woman. Meat. Cheese. Lettuce. Condiment of your preference. This would at least make a little sense if she were in Galar struggling to make curry. You could burn that shit. In Paldea your cooking only screws up if you fail to stack the stupid sandwich right. (And I did often because the table liked to shake for some damn reason. And then there were hte times everything fell off when I put the top slice of bread on. My sanity is in shambles, there's bacon all over the table and I am inconsolable.)

#2. Mr. Jacq. He was almost #1. But while thinking about it I decided I dislike the other teacher more. I don't hate Jacq's class. If anything I wanted to learn more about pokemon biology. Dude's a bishie and I like staring at his face. So long as I ignore whatever that eyebrow situation he has going on. It looks like he drew it with a dry erase marker and the maker faded at the ends. Why is he so pretty. Anyway. I hate everything else about his design. Dude literally looks like he rolled out of bed and put on a lab coat and sandals. Dude is wearing pajamas and you will not convince me otherwise. Doesn't even look like he fixed his bedhead. Good lord man a little professionalism's too much to ask, apparently. I hate those sandals. His classroom looks like a science lab classroom. Put on some gosh damn shoes, sir. The only worse job he could have had with that outfit is teaching cooking. And I get it my dude. You're the pokedex guy this generation. Which is funny because you're not even the same kind of professor as the others. The actual professor's Sada/Turo and those two are [a pair of peas in a pod]. Yeah lets no spoil that one. Thanks, Spamton. He mentions that goddamn pokedex more than I care about. He even puts a damn question about it on his midterm and gets in trouble for it. My guy. My dude. This is the age of the internet just ask online. You did a good job on the pokedex design it's actually really neat to get new entries and see the pictures and the book design is really cool. I think that saved you from being #1 on this list. But the fact you can't separate your two jobs makes me more than mildly salty. They may go hand in hand but I will throw you into the bowels of the deepest volcano for wanting me to get the entire pokedex again to finish your stupid side thing at the school. You don't get a story, you just give me my least favorite challenge in the game. My guy that pokedex has entries for pokemon from the ancient past and I chose Violet. I will strangle the life out of you. How in the in-universe fuck can you expect a child to accomplish that in a timeline where we had Professor Turo as the professor? When its clear the strange pokemon are from the future? Frick off with that nonsense, Jacq give me my shiny charm.

#1. Ms. Raifort. Oh goddamn. This woman. Best teacher sidequest because of what it unlocks and its unsurprisingly interesting lore-wise. But I'll get to more on that later. I have some words about this woman. Bench cannot even come into class with her shirt tucked in. I don't care about that sort of thing but god damn woman either leave it untucked or fully tucked in you look as sloppy as Jacq. And this woman is obsessed with History to the point I don't want her teaching children. She's one of those asshole teachers that picks someone to answer a question if you make eye contact. God damn did I hate teachers like that. Do you want your students to disengage from your lesson? Do you want to really mess up the kids with social anxiety? That's what's gonna happen. The air she has about her reminded me of my French Teacher in Highschool and that woman was such a massive bitch that I dropped the class completely. She doesn't care about her students. Not unless they meet whatever standards she sets up for them. And boy howdy does she go about making you feel stupid if you answer wrong. And did I say this woman is obsessed with history already? Because damn I meant it. Whinges about a new addition added to the school building because its marring the ancientness of the structure. I remember her also complaining about events that occur more recently to present day because they're so recent. Even wants a time machine so she can go see things back when they were pristine and untouched history. Bitch be crazy. Now, back to that side quest. While I enjoy the side quest for the pokemon in it... this woman is completely off her damn rocker for setting it in motion. "Hey kid, remember that story I talked about where Paldea's empire was torn asunder because of pokemon that were cursed treasures or some shit? And they were sealed away afterwards? You know what would be absolutely poggers? If you went out and removed all the spikes keeping those seals shut! I bet the pokemon will be thrilled as can be to be free and I'm sure this won't have any negative effects what so ever! HISTORY! HNNNNNNN!" I didn't get to finish this side quest yet because I didn't find all the spikes before needing a break from pokemon for a bit (oops accidentally wanted to play Fire EMblem Three Houses again and then got further distracted with Deltarune Fanfiction) but if my character wasn't so gosh darn special because she's got me controlling her, I can imagine all of Paldea would once more be turned asunder by some angry chinese monsters. Because looking at the dex entries.. hoo damn are those some vengeful spirits taking the form of pokemon. And to top it all off. When you finish this sidequest and show her all the angry spirits you captured and prevented from being unleashed had someone more stupid and less powerful did it? She gives you the TM for Nasty Plot. What is it with the characters being obsessed with other time periods in this game and seeming sus as all fuck?? Someone give me Looker's phone number I need to make an anonymous report on dangerous individuals.

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

😐 like bruh I can’t help you, are you just venting to me? I can’t do anything but say “awe man I’m sorry that sucks bro “

One of my old coworker’s lives is ALWAYS falling apart bro. He never has anything happy to say when he reaches out to me.

He let our old job treat him like sht and would complain to me all the time. In that instance I complained back because that place sucked, but then I got a new job. He didn’t even try to actually get a new job until after I was leaving.

Then he gets the new job, cool is it better? It sounded better at first but then he complains it doesn’t pay enough and it’s still a lot of work. He can’t afford this or that.

His jeep got rear ended so with insurance and stuff he ended up getting a new 4Runner, which was more expensive a month. Why did you get a more expensive car if you already can’t afford shit. One time at our old job he was telling us how his house was being condemned and he needed a place to stay and needed more money , but then him and the girl he was dating took a trip to Universal, and told everyone at work about it. You can’t ask your boss for more money with a sad story and then flaunt hella money spent on happy fun time? Please see how bad that looks bro? “I had to sell my project cars to go” well that money could/should have been spent on housing no?

The girl he’s with, was with? Is with? She’s like an ex alcohol and it sounds like she’s pretty fucked up from past relationships . It almost sounded like he was one of those “I can fix her” type guys in this relationship? All I heard when we were working together is how she is probably using him for money , and how they fight a lot. Fast forward to new jobs , he tells me oh no they are GOING TO THERAPY to work it out. I’m sorry but unless I’m like 10 years deep in a marriage with someone, I’m not going to therapy to work shit out with them. I just put so much effort into my last relationship for like 2 years longer than I should have, god imagine going to therapy and being gaslit to stay even longer? Bruh you been dating her for like 2 or 3 years, if you need therapy to stay together , end the relationship.

Now he reaches out and tells me that they have been fighting , and that she accepted a job hours away and wants to break the lease and move and stick him with the bill. How do you even get in a situation like that? Like how bad did things escalate. My ♐️ and I almost broke up mid-lease , but we legit couldn’t afford it so we split up the apartment for a few months until we worked stuff out . “She just goes cold and mute and refuses to resolve the issue” bruh it kinda sounds like she’s just 100% done and the only resolve she sees is moving away. Like let her go, get her out of your life, that relationship is toxic as fck.

How does she have enough to even pick up and move “she’s been working triple and double shifts” like bruv that wasn’t sus to you? That she’s been saving up money? Maybe you also should have been saving up money! “I still have to get at parts and owe like $2k to the IRS” …why? 0.o like obvi in this situation fck the IRS, rent and a place to live comes first and the other random debts. Like how was this such a blind-side to you? If I saw my btch working hella and not spending that money or spending it on us together I’d be sussed out. If we were fighting all the time, I’d be sussed out.

I’m so thankful that I lucked out on my current job. I was so over IT and was going to leave the field and get a lower paying dispatch job. With this new IT job I can actually afford to live on my own, and I don’t need to rely on roommates or a significant other for housing arrangements.

Honestly I never want to live with another partner again 😅 or like may I’ll keep an apartment in my name or something if I ever do decide to make that leap? I don’t trust people. I don’t trust relationships not to change or end.

I’m sorry you don’t have a better job bro :/ that lets you live on your own in the economy . Or like friends or people you could have roommate situations with. I don’t know people either, I don’t go out and socialize much anymore .

It sucks that you are in this situation but you definitely put yourself in this situation by moving in with a girl you constantly fight with .

Like yeah it’s sucks bro that your house got condemned and you needed a place to stay , but why was your house in such bad condition that it was getting condemned ? Did you not have home owners insurance?

Like before our last job he said he worked at Facebook in the Oculus department and managed hella people , but that they wanted him to relocate so he took the severance package instead .

Bro if you worked at Facebook you should have a good resume and be able to get good jobs . You aren’t applying yourself enough or don’t have the full work ethic you say you do.

Why is your life constantly negative? Like trust me I complain, I complain a lot. On here, on my Snapchat, to people I know . But I always do something about it! I don’t just complain and then stay in the situation I’m complaining about.

I don’t like my partner, I leave

I don’t like my housing, I leave

I don’t like my job, I leave

Stop settling for shtty situations and then complaining that your life is shtty. Stop making bad financial decisions and then complaining that you don’t have money for sht. It’s hard to feel bad for you.

I used to feel bad for him when we worked together, because that place sucked and they treated their techs like sht, but the longer I know him after we both got new jobs the less and less I can feel bad for him because he never changes , he is always stressed out and upset and complaining about life. I think he thinks he can vent to me because I would listen to him at our old job, but that’s because we were in the same situation bro, I left .

I also left my relationship after trying too hard to settle in it.

I can’t relate to you at all anymore bro. Sorry, there is nothing I can say to you but “awe man sorry that sucks “

[findroleplay]

Oh, look! It's another boyfood plot dump for Hellaverse! Please, 21+ is required, but 25+ is preferred. I still can't reply to likes or reactions, so if you're interested, add me directly on discord at: boyfood. I'm begging with the biggest pleading emoji for you guys to please say more than, "hey," when you reach out! Tell me a little about yourself as a roleplayer; I'm looking for confident and compatible partners who know what they want and aren't afraid to squeal with me over their interests too when it comes to plotting. Let's absolutely obliterate our muses with feels, drama, and a generous serving of angst, with a side of fluff for dinner. Lmao, seriously, hit me up if you like having your muses fucked up. 💗

🎭Helluva Boss I'd like to write Fizzarolli.

one: Quitting Mammon initially seemed like the best idea ever, that is until his newfound freedom and lack of purpose prove to be detrimental to his relationship. Not to mention the constant onslaught of lawsuits draining Fizzarolli of a pretty significant chunk of his earnings over the years. Teetering on new lows, Fizz turns up on the doorstep of the only other person he can trust. Blitzø. But it's been years since they've reliably been around one another, and with their rekindled friendship still being so fresh, it's uncertain if this will be another not great idea. And the kicker? It's either curling up on the sofa with Blitzø, or a pallet on the living room floor.

two: Fizzarolli is a porn star, more specifically, Asmodeus' highest earner. He's making waves, the biggest imp in the business and still climbing. It's why Asmodeus is reluctant to tell him about a recent card game with his biggest production rival, Valentino. He doesn't lose too much, but there's a pretty big obligation on the line that Fizzarolli is expected to fill. "Nothing too crazy, you just have to film a movie for him." Valentino, much to his disgust, seems intent on humiliating Asmodeus and his biggest star by having him record with a random imp off the streets. His sadistic glee only grows when he realizes there's a history between them and a negative one at that. Unfortunately, Blitzø needs the money so saying no isn't really an option. Besides, it's just two weeks of shooting together, two very... long... weeks...

three: Omegaverse! Except, omegas are at the top of the hierarchy, praised and valued for their ability to give birth to all three castes. More importantly, they're the only caste that can give birth to alphas - a dying breed after an uprising against their oppressive system. One day, Fizzarolli comes to Blitzø with tears in his eyes and slick on his fingertips. He presents early as an omega, which likely means if Blitzø doesn't present as an omega as well, they'll probably be separated. While I'm open to this being relatively NSFW, I'm pretty adamant about heavily investing time in exploring the impact of this revelation and how it affects their friendship. I'd also really enjoy switch dynamics - even If there's a lean - when it comes to NSFW for this plot. It's not required or mandatory, I just personally enjoy it and the potential to bitch an alpha. That'd be nice. I have so many omegaverse headcanons, and I'd love anyone interested in helping me flesh out a world for it. Potential for: 🍪but it isn't required.

four: If Blitzø had known that he'd end up in a mental asylum fresh out of foster care, he probably would have tried harder with that last family... The thing is, he's not crazy. He really is best friends with an imp that visits him from Hell, he didn't kill his dormmate because he was flunking out of college, and he definitely doesn't want to know what that forked tongue feels like wrapped around his co-- Too much? Whatever, the point is none of that stuff is true! Too bad it's so fucking hard to prove it. I'm also open to reversing the roles of the characters and having Fizzarolli be the one in the asylum.

five: Blitzø and Fizzarolli are lifelong best friends and young, broke roommates just barely making rent. On the hottest day of summer, the air conditioner dies a pretty traumatic death. One filled with sparking and the underlying threat of combustion. They stick to their sofa, dripping sweat and bitterly tossing back-and-forth ideas to make some quick money. OnlyFans comes up more than a few times, only when it comes to shooting, they're incredibly awkward looking. For one, Fizzarolli keeps trying to make eye contact and Blitzø is pretty sure he'll die if they do. Then there's the whole kissing thing - they can't seem to figure out if they want to include it or not, and it leads to a lot of headbutting. Surprisingly enough, it takes off in a way that makes them consider doing it again. The trade-off? The confusing feelings that keep welling up. I'd love it if Blitzø's prior feelings were ambiguous, whether he likes him or not. I enjoy a good slow romance burn.

So that was a lot! Thanks if you stayed with me for the whole thing, and hopefully you saw something interesting! A few last things! I'm more than open to people bringing their own plots! And while I pretty clearly have a soft spot for Blitzø and Fizzarolli, I'm honestly open to writing other Fizzarolli ships. Gimmie an Ozzie, a Striker, shit, even a super cringy ass goofball loser like Chaz(or, like, idk, mob boss Crimson investing money in an up and coming star?). Let's figure something out together! Toss me your favorite OCs, no need to double! And remember, I can't respond to likes, so add me directly on discord: boyfood. Just make sure you tell me who you are or a little about yourself as a roleplayer, or, fuck, even what you're looking for!

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[genshxn]

psst, if you’re looking for specifically scaramouche, he’s under the cut cuz archon quest spoilers. (also these are all uneven in length lmfao rip)

apologies for not elaborating for a while, i was incredibly bogged down with homework. also slightly strayed off topic but whatever

in the event of the player or y/n not yet knowing the shit they say is very clearly heard by the characters, there is very little care for what bullshit is said. for the sake of argument, the inner monologue isn’t so inner. you’re like an old man yelling at the tv, but you’re young and yelling at your device screen instead. no thoughts remain in your head. they’re all spoken aloud.

so of course, you're gonna talk to your screen and "tell" those characters exactly what you're thinking. more often than not, it’s something questionable (to them) in nature: like calling them babygirl.

for example:

kazuha in the event he gets decked by a boss or something while you’re playing as him:

he suddenly makes an incredibly pained noise, one you’re not sure you’ve ever heard before. i mean, that hit fucking hurt. normally you don’t let him get hit like that usually, but he knows it was a mistake. gods have their slip ups, right? the shogun demonstrated that quite clearly.x either way, your immediate response is to go:

“oh my god babygirl nO—” because gotdamn was that a sad noise.

and kazuha heard that. initially, he didn’t know what to make of being called “babygirl” since that wasn’t a thing he was ever called in-game. ever. but he did know what it meant. once it sunk in, he realized he liked it. he likes being called babygirl :))) it makes him go all mushy and flustered. after that battle, he was struggling to maintain his composure because he was too much of a swooning, blushy-crushy mess to function properly. the emotion that was into your voice, your pure concern for him, your cute nickname for him, it was all too much!

idk bruh, i see him as being very respondent to petnames.

this ended with him forcing himself to swap out members. as much as he would have liked to stay under your prime guidance, he didn’t want to risk his crushing-schoolgirl-like behaviour being seen by you.

you absolutely know for a fact that the other party members (and frankly everyone else) are gonna get jealous after that. as much as half of them don’t wanna admit it, they wanna be called babygirl too :(

yae miko? she would have laughed the first few times and then unironically enjoyed being called that. if any regular humans tried to call her babygirl, they would have been struck down to nothing in a matter of moments. even if ei called her that, she would still be unimpressed. she should be the one calling people babygirl. that said, it’s a special exception for you (since you’re not a regular human to her at least). no way was she going to employ kazuha’s seemingly masochistic method of purposefully getting hit more often. however, she would do some things that might elicit a “babygirl, what the fuck” sorta reaction, like saying inane things out of nowhere or even letting her tails slip out occasionally. they’re for your eyes only, so make sure you're looking.

prepare to also hear a significant amount of new strange audio differences, particularly from some more than the others. someone who would lean into this one a lot would be heizou. notice subtle changes in his speech tone. it’s more flirty somehow. except that didn’t work, so what else does he do besides embrace his slutty side. what do you mean he got hit? that sounded like a moan. it became concerning to the point you had to play with headphones in every time you played as him. the result of this strategy in the end also seldom bore fruit, much to heizou’s dismay. but really, all he needs to do is stand there and look pretty and you’ll probably call him babygirl. and it happened!!! he kept his composure almost perfectly, but once he was swapped out, he was just like kazuha. a bumbling fucking mess.

someone who absolutely would not start (intentionally) moaning on camera would be xiao. god, if he got caught making such a noise, he would die. hell, if he got caught making any sort of odd noises by you, he would just fall over and turn into mist and sparkles then and there. but unfortunately, that's exactly what happened on one occasion. he was meant to be wandering around the mountains of liyue to collect qixing flowers, but his mind had wandered from the banal task. it instead went to the thought of you calling the others babygirl. he hated to admit it, but he wanted to be called that. he hated it so much that he let out an odd, strained grunt. he suddenly stopped moving when he heard a "what the fuck" from overhead.

he felt your gaze whip around to the front of him. he tried to drop the strained, flushed expression he had, but it didn't work. "babygirl, what're you doing...?"

xiao's internal monologue: JSAKLJSIEQWDJLASKDJLSKCUMJDK

"is this a strange new idle thing or something?" you asked. xiao had to do his best to suppress all urges to lose it over the fact that you called him babygirl as well. he's not babygirl, for goodness' sake. (yeah he is).

"haaah, who knows... these characters get weirder by the day." you shrug it off, evidently still suspicious, but ultimately deciding to drop it. your view flips back around to behind xiao, and he silently lets out a relieved sigh. please please please let him swap out so he can lose his mind in private, thank you.

and of course i’m putting scaramouche in here as well. warnings for 3.2 archon quest. (sticking under cut)

...i kinda went overboard again, sorry.

“no no No No NONONONO OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA FALL WHAT THE FUCK SOMEONE FUCKING CATCH HIM?? [traveller] MOVE YOUR FUCKIN ASS AND CATCH HIM. NOOOOO NOT THE BABYGIRL AAAAAAAAA—” you screamed at your device for the umpteenth time that night, blissfully unaware everyone could hear you.

scaramouche included.

he heard all that.

it took a while for him to properly compute your words since such a world-shattering thing had just happened to him at the same time. but once he could move on to process what you said, he didn't know what to do with himself.

it sounded like he mattered to you for some fucking reason (in his own words). the realization that someone out there did care for him hit him like a truck. and it was you. he heard various things about you, about your divinity and unconditional love. all of it had to be lies, just like the rest of the world. he always acted like there was nothing worse in the world. unconditional love from a god is nothing but a work of fiction. yet there was still a small part of him that wanted it. and finally, he realized that he did have it. from you. some tears were shed in that moment.

...except, what was that word you called him?

...babygirl?

are you perhaps a fool? because he's obviously not a girl. he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about being called that, particularly at that moment of all times. however, it did further pique his curiosity in you. perhaps not right now, but once he's ready... maybe he'll give you a chance. (translated from scaranese: he's itching to join your party, just wait for his banner lmao. he's also not opposed to being called babygirl again)

sagau y/n calls the characters babygirl: live [character here] reaction

[hocusbogus]

Things that happened to me in 2022

On top of 'what I learned from xx years' I am going to start a new series this year which is 'things that happened to me in xx years', I saw this one creator on TikTok who did this casually for fun, and it was funny of course but it inspired me to jot down significant events/people in my life in 2022 that impacted me a lot. The word “me” in the title is really important because these are from my lens, and it may or may not be significant in other people’s POV but it’s alright we all live through our circumstances and viewpoint.

Suffered through a regional sales job as a line manager in a tobacco company, and learned a lot, mostly of things that I do not want. It made me realize my true passion and my boundaries and how easily I cave. It also made me realize things and people that I need to prioritize, and it pushed me further to cement my view towards corporate life. This job was a blessing in disguise, I knew it then and I knew it now and I was glad that I made it through despite coming out of it full of scars.

Working in my current company, back in Activation. Why did this place impact me? It’s because of the cultural switch that I had from being in tobacco to being back in food (snacks) and doing what I know best which is Activation. I only had to go into the office twice a week and it’s not even compulsory, I have a great boss. Everyone is respectful of each others’ boundaries. I have so much freedom and empowerment. Of course, there are stresses and I do still get anxious because of past traumas that I need to unlearn but this is the right place for me to unlearn them. So much room for me to do my job and then still have my ‘me’ time. I am so much happier and calmer here. So blessed.

My mom got out of the hospital and I had to see her sick, I have a very weird relationship with my family due to trauma. But seeing a parent sick is a whole different array of emotions that I refused to digest, there is that resentment and also pity. Resentment because I remembered being scolded for being sick when I was younger, because it was expensive to be sick when you were poor, and it was a nuisance to go to a government hospital because you have to wait for long. I had that ingrained in me so when I see the person who made me the way I am sick, I will naturally react like how she did, then it will lead to guilt and pity because we know it’s not their choice to be sick. It also awakened my defensive side and unlocked a lot of trauma that I’d been storing. It made me think of my future.

Visiting more than 10 Art Exhibitions/Museums, I couldn’t count and recall but I made it a habit to visit museums, galleries, exhibitions, and art markets just to immerse myself in creativity. To learn about artists’ drive, to see their work, and to interpret them from my point of view. So fucking blessed to have friends who can come with me on these adventures as well, namely Soscho, Diana, Safwan, Yue Keat, and Latun. Super blessed I swear to mother Venus. The reason why visiting these places is significant to me is because of how I want to be as a person. I’ve always been interested in History, and in 2015-2016 was when I got into Fine Art/Exhibitions in general when I was paid to write two theses for a Fine Art Master Student. I try to educate myself more on Art History this year, get to know local artists, and immerse myself in the culture.

Writing again. I feel like ever since I got back from Korea I’ve written more than I’ve ever written in the past five years and that made me so fulfilled. I’ve penned down thoughts, did writing prompts challenges, and just create the best way I know how. I did start writing again early in the year but I was battling a physical demon it was hard to be consistent. I am glad that I still have this avenue to create.

Visiting many places this year, Cherating with Soscho, Perhentian again with Jasmine, and Korea with Diana. Also invested in a lot of meaningful experiences, had our 3rd anniversary at Sepang Goldcoast with Safwan, and went to Genting with my teammates. Went to Kedah and Penang for Rochelle’s wedding, along with Safwan. Also had some Sip and Paint experience for Latun’s birthday and we did a Flying Yoga experience for my birthday. A lot of local destinations that I either went to for the first time or experienced for the umpteenth time, and multiple first-time activities. I love having these experiences because they colored my year and I can look back at it fondly. Wished I vlogged most of it, but I only started Vlogging in Korea. This is what pushed me to continue vlogging so I can look back.

BTS. I have been overwhelmed with my love towards them so much in 2022, I genuinely thought that “this is just a phase” but it wasn’t and I continued to be inspired and amazed by these talented people. They taught me a lot about going after your passion and dream, tolerating (and ignoring) those who are against you, and having faith in yourself. They’re also so talented and that made me wanna hone my skills more because creative people inspire. I bought Jimin’s earrings, I got Namjoon’s solo album, I bought In The Soop postcards, and yup I bought merch. Their life and artistry just inspire and soothe me so much that they deserve all the success that they have.

Diana. She gets a bullet point because she has been a breath of fresh air for me this year. We are friends since 2017 when we both joined Nestle as management trainees, we maintained a close relationship but it wasn’t like how it is now. We would go periods of talking or not talking and that’s on and off. We are in a friend group together and we will occasionally go out in smaller friend groups. But I think thanks to BTS, really cuz she got into them in 2020 and I got into them in late 2021 and it was just a way of bonding for us, we didn’t expect that our friendship will blossom into what it is now and it’s really hard to explain in words. I do have other close friendships, that are a soulmate-level type of connection but with Diana, it feels more. It feels like how BTS are with each other. Maybe because we love the tannies and admire them and we look up to them that we unknowingly started to cultivate our relationship like theirs. Those who know how BTS are with each other would know, but I won’t bother detailing it here. When you genuinely want someone to grow into their best self and root for them, being able to share the deepest darkest side of you too. That’s what she is to me now, it’s just a different kind of relationship.

Vlogging. This part has changed my life in a sense that I wanted to document it, I won’t curate it (yet) but more of a documentation of my 30s, since I missed out on doing it earlier in my youth, now I can and it’s never too late, you just have to start. I wanna upgrade my skills, and I am learning from other artists on YouTube how they enhanced their skills in video creation, slowly but surely.