#so you're not protecting me you're just controlling me

[fishnapple]

How will they protect the relationship

(lover/partner/future spouse) - Channelled message

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GROUP 1

Sometimes, I fear that you will get used to our relationship to the point of boredom, that our relationship will become just a habit, a routine that you do everyday, mechanically, without enthusiasm or passion. That fear crept in my mind, taking roots, and there will be moments when I let it grow and poke its branches out. Imaginary scenarios swirl in my mind, threatening to spiral out of control.

But I will snap out of it in no time. I'm a master at bringing myself out of the dark, I'm a good runner, running in the night long enough, and you're bound to see the sun rise again. I will try to look at myself first, from an objective lens, to find where I can change, what baggage I need to get rid of. Then I will look at our relationship, I will find a way to lift it up, make it exciting again. Do you like puzzles? Do you like sculpting? Would you like to try a new recipe? Let's forget for a moment all our adult responsibilities and be free. To be excited teenagers again, falling in love for the first time again. I will write you love letters full of typos, sending you half-baked cakes and cringy T-shirts, you will laugh and you will join me.

I do notice that there are some people around us, people who shouldn't come that close, who shouldn't be there at all. They don't understand the concept of respecting other people's boundaries. They will try to turn a blind eye to our commitment, pretend that it doesn't exist. Blatantly coming in without knocking, thinking that they can just take you away from me and me from you. They think that their tactics are subtle enough, that in time, they can corrode our bond. Little touches here and there, the gaze, the "innocent" banters. I can see them all, I will try to put a distance between me and them, so I hope you will do that too, I also hope that you will patiently listen to me when I warn you of those people. Yes, sometimes you will have to call me a possessive person. I just want to shut out everyone dare to threaten us, to find a place where only us exist. But that's impossible, I know, so the best I can do is tell them off as clear as possible, trying to show that we're together, there's no space between us. Let them be jealous, we just need to focus on us and walk away, hand in hand.

GROUP 2

I know we have a lot of unspoken words stuck inside. The silence between can sometimes grow to such a suffocating weight, pushing us down, deeper and deeper into our own abyss.

We both will be so uncertain of our future together, where will we go, is there a place strong enough to shelter us, are we strong enough? We hope for the same things, we are so alike, even our fears are alike, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad about this.

Our bond will be tested numerous times. There will be a time when we've almost given up, but fate or whatever higher powers are at play here, will bring us back together, anew and ready to try again. I wasn't a spiritual person, but by being with you, being in this relationship, I began to believe in something intangible, in the unknown, it scared me, but all I can do is to move forward, with you, and that's where our fears begin. We move forward together, into the unknown future that holds no concrete promise.

Then I realised we've forgotten to remember where we've put our wishes in, what we've wished for. If we can just remember, then there's no point in worrying. I will give you a hint: it's a wish that spans from the past to the future. We felt like we've known each other for a long time when we first met, and I believe we will be in each other's lives for the far future to see. That belief alone is enough for me to feel brave. And I will sit down, take out my pens and notebook, and begin to scribble down the plan, the path for us, give voice to the stuck words inside, air them out. I will show you that plan and tell you to not worry about the future, instead just focus on this current life in front of us, we got this, believe in us.

GROUP 3

Sometimes, I think that we are two pieces of puzzles fit perfectly together. If not, then there's no way to explain how you have everything I lack, and I, in turn, have an abundance of things that you don't. We have our fair share of issues that alone, we seem to lack the strength to tackle them, but together, they seem so silly and easy. You can be the wind and I will be the pipes, you can be the water and I will be the pump. Now that sounds silly, but you get my gist. There will be times when you cry, I will be there, holding you close and being the cool headed one to make logical decisions. There will be times when I'm so down, you will be there, holding me close and being the soft pillow that raises my head up.

There will be problems, from inside and outside, but I believe we can weather them all. The problems will mainly come from the place of insecurities and misunderstanding. People's words can be cutting and unintentionally hurtful, sometimes intentionally. They sow the seeds of doubts inside our minds. But let's believe in the visions of ourselves and of each other. We see ourselves best. We will sit down, talk it all out, there's no barrier between us. I'm proud of our direct and open way of communicating. I can always count on us to be rational and discuss things until we can reach a solution. Yes, there might be tears and angry voices here and there, but they are the minority and will go away quickly. We're too sure of our commitment and ourselves to let those bother us for too long.

Whatever action needed to be taken, it would be taken swiftly. If it's required of me to be cutting something, somebody out of our life, I will do it, no hesitation. Because I trust in our judgement. And if it's required to move, I will move. I'm afraid distance will be our biggest hurdle. But we will find a way to be closer. Many things will need to be changed, our jobs, our homes. But we won't fear changes. Because changes will bring us to a better future.

GROUP 4

I want to prepare you beforehand, our relationship will be scrutinised by a lot of people. It's not like we are celebrities or anything. Why do they have to care so much? I honestly don't know and don't care either. Our bond just attracts a lot of jealousy and objections. The idea of us together will piss people off. They want something, a fixed future for us, they expect it, but then they have to watch a totally different outcome, surprises, surprises.

Particularly those who have authority over us, they're supposed to be the wise guidance, the benevolent power that can protect us, but they will turn their backs on us, worse, they will turn their sneering gaze and contemptuous words on us. That can't be helped, I guess, we're the rebels, we go against their rules and expectations. I know you will want our bond to be blessed by those around us, I want it too, but reality is something we will have to face. At first, we may even have to hide our love, it's frustrating.

Don't worry, I will be strong for us, you won't even have to fight anything, just let me take care of it. I have enough strength to do that. Don't picture the image of me making a foray against them like a bull thrusting its horn angrily. I have enough wit not to do that, just like how I've charmed you with my words, I can do it too, to other people, the people who are against us. If it doesn't work, then I will just be my best, showing them how much of a good life I'm having with you. In the end, I just don't really care. We have our love and that's enough. We can always move away, to a better place. You will be surprised just how much freedom we do have.

[vaspider]

Spider, can I ask you and your followers for some input in a situation? I want some unbiased opinions, especially from parents of adult kids (bonus if your adult kids are disabled). I've tried to be as unbiased as possible and include both sides. I am aware that you're under no obligation to actually answer, but I'm hoping that if you're not able to provide any input, then one of your followers might be able to.

TLDR at the end.

The context:

Basically, I am an adult in my late 20s. I haven't lived with my parents since they threw me out at 19 for being diagnosed with autism and they were told that I wasn't capable of living independently without years of occupational therapy. I was homeless for 13 months. Like literally two days later, they dropped me off at work, confiscated my house keys, and said to find somewhere else to sleep because I wasn't coming back home. (My parents insist that I wasn't actually homeless because I already had my current job and was able to afford to stay at a youth homeless shelter. I say "what the fuck do you think Homeless Shelter means??") After that, I was able to get a government grant for chronically homeless youth that allowed me to get a room in a student housing complex. It's not dorms, but it works like a dorm. I do have a private room.

My bedroom of my apartment is a mess. My bedroom has always been a mess. I have AuDHD and multiple disabilities, including extreme fatigue so that's not unexpected. During lockdown, it was especially bad. I had to move out of my last apartment in 2021 because one of my roommates was a bigot and my building wanted a new tenet so they could charge more rent, so between the two of them, they forced me out for being a "safety concern" due to the mess (the roommate did things like lie and say I didn't bathe, even though I was literally still wet from the shower). My parents ended up helping me pack up my stuff and move to a new place. I've been here for a few years and my roommates here have always been okay with the mess because it stays confined to my room.

(Also I wrote this at like 5AM and I'm half asleep but I wasn't going to be able to go back to bed until I ask someone unbiased. So please excuse any typos, and I hope everything makes sense and nothing came out as gibberish because sometimes by brain refuses to Word Good.)

The problem:

My mother decided when I moved in that my dad was going to be inspecting my bedroom in order to make sure it's clean. He's been putting her off but she's been on his ass about it for three years so he's finally caved and said that next time he's here to bring me something (I cannot drive due to disabilities), that he would be inspecting my room.

I do not want my room inspected. I've been very clear about that since day one. Yes, my room is a mess, but I'm also a grownass adult. My parents say that since they've given me some money for my rent over the past few years that they're entitled to inspect my room. I say that it's a violation of my autonomy. My room is my safe space. My mother is an obsessively clean person so growing up, my room wasn't really mine, and everything had to be to her standards whether I liked it or not (including things like what color I paint my furniture that I owned).

My parents do not care about my boundaries, and would say that since I've proven incapable in the past (re: because I'm disabled, not that they'd ever admit it), that they're trying to protect me by keeping me from being kicked out again.

I am skeptical about this and believe it's more about controlling me (see: throwing me out for having autism and just generally being extremely controlling my entire life). My parents have refused to stop giving me money for my rent every now and then (I have a job and pay at least the majority of my rent, but there are some months where business is slow and I don't get many hours, and no one wants to hire me because I act Autistic and use a cane) and I end up short. I have resolved to do everything I can to not need their help, including having my sister pick up my prescriptions, in order to avoid my parents coming over and inspecting my room.

Also, my building already does quarterly inspections and they've always been okay with my room, but I know my room won't be to my parents' standards. I don't have any local friends that I could ask for help cleaning up, but like, I'm a Spoonie. I clean my toilet and then have to go lay down because I'm getting dizzy. I am not making much progress myself.

The question:

Are my parents right? Have I shown that I cannot be trusted to keep my room clean, thus entitling them to come inspect it to make sure it's not a mess. They will definitely yell at me and have threatened to withdraw what support they do give me if my room is a mess or I refuse to let them inspect it? Or am I right to put my foot down and enforce my boundaries?

Side note, my parents have a history of being abusive and controlling. That's something I had to prove to the government to get my grant. They would insist that it's not abuse. Some of it was quite bad but I'm not going to get into it here.

TLDR:

I'm an adult with disabilities who has my own apartment. My parents think they're entitled to come inspect my room to make sure it's clean. I say that it's my apartment and I say no. They have threatened to withdraw what support they do give me if I refuse. Are my parents being unreasonable, or am I the one being unreasonable for refusing?

Your parents have no right to inspect your room. You are an adult. This is your apartment, not theirs. Your mother is wrong. Your parents are being invasive. I think they think they're being reasonable bc they care about your well being, but they aren't respecting your autonomy.

Sometimes, being a parent means you gotta let your kids not do things the way you would or even not do things the way that is best for them. It's hard, but it's necessary.

If you still lived with your parents and your lack of cleanliness was affecting their lives, it might be different ... but this is just your parents being fucking weird.

[deeplyshalllow]

I will agree with you that Fiyero is woefully underused in the musical, so we do have to use what we have to decipher what information we do have about him. Either way is headcanon.

However, this is what we get from act 1:

1) He is good at lying to people about who he is, all while being able to make himself likable

2) He is secretly unhappy and has been thinking about the day with the Lion Cub a lot

3) He takes the initiative to save Animals and help Elphaba, but in a way that doesn't immediately get them caught

With this in mind, along with his bitching in Thank Goodness and the fact that he immediately turns on the Wizard and runs off with Elphaba the moment he has a chance, I think it’s a much more plausible headcanon that he has always been working as a double agent than your headcanon that he’s decided instead to randomly embrace being a fascist.

“You're basing your interpretation of his character on speculation — because it is somewhat difficult, in some ways, to reconcile the compassionate boy we saw in the woods with the fascist commander he's become by Act II — but I'm basing my reading on sheer text; on the actions and statements on the page.”

Oh honey, you are so close!!! Maybe it’s hard to “reconcile the compassionate boy we saw in the woods with a fascist commander” because he isn’t one? Maybe if you “read by sheer text; on the actions and statements on the page” you’d realise that his actions in act one don’t make sense in act two if you read him as part of the regime? Are you sure you’re not “basing your interpretation of his character on speculation” because you don’t like Fiyeraba?

“Saying you'd totally join the Gestapo instead of the Resistance if given the chance — because of "resources and information" — is not the winning argument you think it is, I'm sorry, lol.”

Oh sorry, Fiyero should have just gone down to the resistance job shop and got a top post there! The resistance that, as far as we know, basically doesn’t exist, as it doesn’t seem like Elphaba has got much help either (we know there’s rebel Animals that shelter her, but she’s also at the point where she tries to beg her father for help and seriously considers just giving up and joining the Wizard). It is probably endlessly easier for Fiyero, especially with his connection to Glinda to get into the Gale Force.

You also completely ignored my second part of the argument. Someone has to do this job, if it’s not Fiyero it’s someone a lot worse. We know Fiyero has compassion for Animals, we know Fiyero wants to protect Elphaba (we literally see him doing so three times in act 2). If Fiyero places himself in command, however grim it might be, he now has some degree of control over Oz’s army and how much damage they can do to the Animals and Elphaba.

“None of which was REMOTELY planned, or even likely.”

It wasn’t planned that he’d meet her in the throne room, no, but it certainly was planned and relatively likely that, by putting himself as the head of the search for the Witch, that if she was found in a dangerous situation he could get her out of it. He manages to get all his guards away and for her to escape safely, he couldn’t have done this if he’d been in any other position.

If you’re talking about the wider context, no obviously Glinda taking over wasn’t planned from this. But you told me him being in the Gale Force achieved nothing, it saved Elphaba’s life and allowed the ending to happen.

“Yes, she was literally forced into that, lol. Claiming she wasn't forced into her position when she was literally captured and molded into an asset of the regime — and then moralizing about her trying to make the best out of her literal enslavement — whilst somehow insisting that Fiyero going out of his way to enlist as an armed servant of the regime wasn't "endorsing the regime", is actually absurd.”

Oh don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you patronise Glinda by saying she didn’t have a choice. Don’t you ignore those quotes I gave you showing how she enjoyed it. Even her sad verse in Thank Goodness imply she joined because she wanted it (and only later found out it wasn’t quite how she planned). No one was going to imprison her, (you think my headcanons are wild lol), in the movie she literally only went to follow Elphaba because Morrible told her to, in the play she was given a little more agency, but she still made it very clear she was going to “get her back”, there’s literally no reason at all to enslave her, even in their eyes she’s done nothing wrong.

But ok, let’s take your “enslavement” fantasy scenario. Fiyero is literally the next candidate for Morrible to “enslave”, she knows he and Elphaba were at least tentative friends, she might even have realised he was also absent after the day with the Lion Cub, he’s dating Glinda and his royal connections and fame and likeability make him a useful asset. If Morrible really is blackmailing people to join her on trumped up charges, it would be very easy for her to either use the Lion Cub situation to blackmail into it, or threaten to hurt Glinda if he does not.

Sounds far-fetched? Yeah, you’re right. He joined willingly. Like Glinda.

“He acted on spontaneous desire, as he always does, and is a nihilist who never gave a shit about any of the things (or people) he cast to the wind to begin with. "He lost everything" — and you expect me to find that brave and romantic, I take it? I don't. Throwing caution and care aside to run off and have a passionate night with the object of his affects isn't WRONG — and I've never said that it is — it's foolish and selfish and impulsive.”

This is headcanon.

This is canon: he pointed a gun at the Wizard to help Elphaba escape. He had to escape too. (Did they have to have sex in the woods? Obviously not, but that’s kind of not really here or there, the egg was already broken, might as well make an omelette).

“He doesn't think about the potential consequences of abandoning Glinda; for never cared about either his own safety or hers,”

I’m sorry, are you really blaming Glinda telling Morrible and the Wizard to spread a rumour about hurting Nessa on Fiyero? Talk about fucking victim blaming.

I’d argue he cares a lot about Glinda’s safety actually, it’s pretty telling that all three times he saved Elphaba in act 2 (funny, you haven’t mentioned that in your reply) he leaves Glinda in a place where she not only is safe but can’t possibly be seen as and arrested for supporting Elphaba. As for his own safety? Well he secures it in the throne room, by the cornfield scene he’s sort of out of options – so he gets his girls to safety and sacrifices himself – that’s not not knowing the consequences, it’s deciding he is ok with them.

“When he makes "plans", they're all very ad hoc and making resourceful use of situations that he absolutely did not (and could not) have planned for.”

Not the Elphaba faking her own death plan! That must have taken days as the scarecrow. And careful manoeuvring of everything involved!

“I think it's a bit sad that he behaves that way tbh: because it speaks to his pretty hollow existence, as Elphaba herself identified.”

Well I have happy news for you! He no longer has a hollow existence! That’s literally what act two is trying to tell us!

Elphaba: Fiyero, you frightened me. I thought, I though you might have changed.

Fiyero: I have... changed.

*

You’ve got me seeing through different eyes

Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell

and somehow I’m feeling it’s up that I fell

[Wicked Act II spoilers]

[edited for tone and clarity of purpose, apologies for initial crudeness and frustration]

Okay, obviously I'm biased, but I'm gonna need the Fiyeraba shippers to please set a lot of your people straight about some things. I've seen way too many people trying to say that Glinda is just a selfish bimbo and that Fiyero is a virtuous and selfless figure more worthy of Elphaba's love. I'll set aside for now the idea of "worthiness" in this context. But let's start off with Fiyero joining the Wizard. Hoo boy...

Yes, he was initially somewhat less tolerant of the propaganda against Elphaba than Glinda was; yes, he was secretly trying to find her so he could run away with her or whatever. But honey: those facts DO NOT fully absolve his actions as the Wizard's top officer, or selfish recklessness throughout Act II. I see so many popular threads and posts romanticizing and whitewashing with "oh but he didn't REALLY join the Wizard, he just pretended so he could try to get to Elphie! It's all for love, and he sacrificed everything for her!" As if the literal captain of the literally fascist forces responsible for the oppression of Animals wasn't equally responsible for said oppression?? Hello? Fiyero really didn't think of seeking out Elphaba in ANY other way that DIDN'T involve becoming *checks notes*... the trusted leader of the troops committing all the abuses she's fighting against in the first place???? Like it's cool and all that he helped with Brrr, and it's all well and good that he planned on betraying the Wizard as soon as he found Elphaba (which took literal years, so I guess we're left to assume he was prepared to just keep doing fascism indefinitely if she didn't show up????), but uh... it's kind of concerning to how eager some of you are to make excuses for this dude volunteering as the head of the Ozian Gestapo??? smdh

He didn't accomplish anything from it either, by the way — like yeah, we get it, he did everything he did whilst silently fantasizing about running away with the Witch he was being paid to hunt. Fine. But I can't be the only one who doesn't buy that as an actual excuse???? Like, guys: nobody forced him to join the fascist army — even with crazy ulterior motives. He wasn't coerced into it; it wasn't his only choice or anything. Searching for Elphaba did not somehow compel him to go and volunteer to follow (or to give!) orders in the name of the dictator who was trying to have her assassinated the entire time. He could have just not done all that. (Genuinely so curious how the second film plans on covering that material tbh)

Glinda made several questionable decisions that can be (and have been) debated, but she is still very unambiguously a victim. Her position in the Wizard's regime was foisted upon her. There are things we can discuss, but I find that many folks need reminding that Glinda would undoubtedly have been disposed of (or worse) if she failed to make herself useful. I mean hell: she wasn't even supposed to meet the Wizard in the first place — she was only there because of Elphie. If she'd tried to resist, it would have immediately gotten her labeled the Witch's accomplice. As soon as she'd chosen not to get on the broom, her fate was out of her hands, and all available options were varying degrees of horrible.

That's not the case with Fiyero. He went to the Wizard all on his own; no one ever cornered or forced him into it. Thinking Animals are people, and having a crush on Elphaba, simply did not stop him from carrying out the regime's orders — for years. It's not clear exactly how long he's been captain at the start of Act II, but the clear implication is that he's been a soldier for most of the time skip. I've seen Fiyeraba accounts with headcanons about him acting as a double agent, secretly doing stuff to help Animals — and that's a great idea, it would indeed serve to make a lot of his actions way more palatable — but until we actually get to SEE some of that (maybe they'll add it for the movie version of Act II; we'll have to see), there is nothing in the story to suggest that. He certainly didn't do a damn thing for all those Animals who were enslaved and caged in the Wizard's palace — and we don't see a single other Animal outside of there in Act II, so as far as we know Fiyero has participated over those years in the near-total removal of Animals from Ozian society. In the name of "finding Elphaba". Not fighting for her cause. Just finding HER. For HIMSELF.

It's fine to have a ship you like, obviously — and there is genuinely a lot to like about Fiyeraba, I don't dislike the idea of them as a couple or as friends — but come on guys: please stop those out there idealizing Fiyero as somehow a clear "morally-superior" alternative to Glinda, lol. The dude had power, access, and opportunities, for years, that he could have wielded in any number of really selfless, revolutionary ways. He didn't. And I propose (apparently controversially): he simply didn't want to. And that — at the end of the day — is (much as some would like to deny it) true to his character. He always WANTED to be self-absorbed and shallow, and all his actions are consistent with that. Elphaba saw depth and discontentment in him, yes: but (and I cannot stress this enough) when given the chance, he channeled that in the wrong direction. He didn't confront that and become a better person — for the most part he just displaced and projected it onto Elphaba as an object of obsession, and put on an even thicker pretense than before.

All his actions — regardless of the complexity he has deep down — are those of a man who never gives one fuck about anything or anyone, except (kinda sorta) Elphaba. But even then: at no time does the care he has for her seem to extend to caring about any of her wants or needs outside of sexual validation from him, or how she might feel about his actions, or indeed the impacts of those actions upon her, her cause, or anyone or anything else. I don't think it should be all that controversial to say: he doesn't think through the wider repercussions of anything he does — thoughtlessness is just one of his core character traits. He doesn't think ahead or see meaning in anything outside of what can temporarily excite him, in the moment. I think people place a little too much weight on Elphaba clocking him with regard to his internal pain, and seem to expect (understandably of course) that she is not only right, but moreover that he will grow from that in a positive direction, based on her influence.

But he doesn't. If anything, we get a surprising inverse: he pretty much proves her wrong. Not to say he didn't have hidden depth and all that, like she said: but his hypothetical heart of gold proves not to really amount to much in practice. He doesn't grow out of his shallowness and his self-centeredness: he grows into it in a way that he hadn't quite yet in school. Where once he was only masking an internal listlessness, after he's been cracked open by Elphaba he decides to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow, not just coasting by. He performs in new ways — as a soldier, eventually as a "fiancé", etc. — but by Act II we meet a Fiyero who has staked the last remaining shred of humanity in him on the vain pursuit of the only object of his desire that has ever been unavailable to him, and firmly chosen to say to hell with everyone and everything else.

When put to the test, Fiyero sacrifices Glinda, the Animals, and all else that Elphaba actually cared about, to pursue his own unresolved crush from college. Mostly to get in her pants, really — as harsh as I'm sure that sounds. But let me be frank: that is literally all he ever accomplishes in the show. He gives her dick one time, and one of his castles, and that's it. That's the culmination of his years trying to find her — years in which he actively worked as one of the stormtroopers (or even the one commanding them) committing untold crimes against Animalkind (who, again, it seems have been all but erased from Oz by Act II): y'know, the very crimes Elphaba sacrificed her life to try and stop????? He spent the most important time of his life — of his own free will — being a fascist soldier, but he "did it for her" somehow, so according to some, it's perfectly fine. Heroic, even. Yikes??

But let's make something very clear (since my original version of this post caught a lot of flak, including slurs and other rudeness):

I like Fiyero. I find his role extremely interesting (I could do a whole dissertation on him, but I'm especially a fan of the way his proving Elphaba's assessment of him wrong presents a fascinating parallel and contrast with Glinda, which I think is lost on a lot of people). But PLEASE stop with all the misguided Glinda slander and idealization of Fiyero. By all means, thirst! But don't give me all this bullshit about him deserving Elphaba more, or being super deep, or being really principled or noble or whatever else. He does have layers, and quite intriguing ones, but his insides are straw — he isn't meant to have some deep, overwrought emotional core or motivations; he has passions that he acts upon when given the chance. That's it. And that's fine. Actually kind of refreshing in a story rooted in simple children's fantasy but rife with intensely complicated personalities. Fiyero makes it his mission to represent denial of depth and embrace of raw, spontaneous desire — and I for one love that, and wish others appreciated it.

And in all seriousness, shipping wars aside: by the end of the story, it's Glinda who is ultimately vindicated, and has — for all her faults — made the necessary choices to fulfill Elphaba's wishes, bring down the regime, etc. And all that despite herself. She's miserable: not just because of the mistakes she made, but because of her correct moves as well. Fiyero is simply not — and could never be — that person. And that's okay! Like I said: I am not anti-Fiyero. Fiyero's willingness to throw it all away for the sake of sheer, overriding passion is a huge part of what people like about him, of course — and it's an obvious factor in the attraction between him and Elphaba, because she has her own flavor of that impulse as well — but I'd actually argue that it's not romantic, it's his fatal flaw. And thematically that's fantastic! But I just don't believe that it somehow means he "deserves Elphaba more" because he "gave up his life for her" or whatever. In part because NOBODY truly "deserves" Elphie tbh, not 100% (and I question anybody who claims otherwise), but ultimately because I don't accept the idea that his fleeting acts of passion make up for all the shit leading up to them (or even proceeding after them tbh). At least Glinda managed to do what Elphaba always wanted in the end — but I would die on this hill even if Gelphie didn't exist.

You don't have to agree with my analysis of Fiyero and his choices, relationships, etc. — that's fine. What isn't fine is trying to portray Glinda as some kind of spineless traitor whore for the Wizard and Fiyero as a conscientious hero who earned Elphie through self-sacrifice. That's just not the story that was written. It's WAY messier and more interesting than that.

[bibibahngg]

【ｕｎｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄｌｙ　ｙｏｕｒｓ】

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living with han jisung was like starring in your very own sitcom. it was chaotic, unpredictable, and occasionally hazardous to your health. like the time he tried to make pancakes.

"yn! breakfast is almost ready!" jisung called from the kitchen.

the phrase alone was enough to set off alarm bells. you hurried out of your room to investigate, and sure enough, smoke was already curling out of the kitchen doorway.

"ji, what did you do?" you demanded, rushing in to find him frantically fanning a smoking frying pan with a dish towel.

"it's fine! everything's under control!" he insisted, though the blackened.. um.. something... that was in the pan was saying something else. "why does it smell like you set a campfire in here?" "its artistic, okay? slightly charred is a valid flavor profile"

you snatched the pan from him and dumped the remains into the trash. "artistic my ass.. hannie, you literally almost set off the smoke alarm! what did i say about unsupervised cooking?"

he pouted, rubbing the back of his neck. "i just wanted to make breakfast for you, y'know? as a surprise.."

your annoyance softened a little. "that’s sweet" you admitted. "but maybe next time, let’s stick to cereal."

"or", he said, brightening, "you could cook and i could supervise!"

"you supervise? the guy who just tried to set the kitchen on fire?" "exactly! teamwork makes the dream work, right??"

you rolled your eyes affectionately, shoving a bowl of cereal into his hands. "here. eat this before you burn the whole building down"

"fine.. but i’m still your favorite roommate, right?"

"you're literally my only roommate, hanji.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was pouring rain when you returned from your grocery run, your arms full of bags and your raincoat looked.. rather suspicious. jisung, lounging on the couch, perked up as soon as you walked in.

"uhh yn, what’s in your coat..?" "..groceries?" "nuh-uh. groceries don’t move." "it's.. a new kind of.. pasta..?"

"c'mon, what’s in there??", he reached for the zipper, but you backed away, clutching your coat protectively.

but just then, a tiny, muffled meow escaped from your coat. both of you froze. "...", jisung was pointing at you like you'd just confessed to a crime. "is there a cat in your coat?"

you sighed and unzipped your coat to reveal a soaking wet, shivering black kitten curled up inside. "i mean come on! couldn't just leave her, she was in a box by the road, and it was raining so hard! look at her, she's so small!"

jisung stared at the kitten for a long moment before it let out another tiny meow. "so… can we keep her? please?" you spoke again.

he groaned. "yn you know i'm a dog guy! what am i supposed to do with a cat?"

the kitten blinked up at him with its big, round eyes, and his resolve melted immediately. "..fine", he muttered. "but i'm naming her bean."

"bean?"

"yeah" he said smugly. "because she's black, like a coffee bean. and also because she's cute, like me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it didn't take long for bean to integrate herself into your chaotic little household. she adored climbing onto jisung's lap while he was gaming, batting at his controller until he lost matches.

one night, you came home to find jisung lying on the couch, wearing an expression of pure betrayal. bean was perched on his chest, staring him down with judgment. a lot of judgement.

"what happened..?" you asked, setting your bag down.

"she ate my last slice of pizza" he said mournfully.

you snorted. "you left it on the coffee table. that's, like, basically an invitation."

"she’s a menace", he grumbled. still, he smiled softly when he looked back at bean. "she’s just like you."

"...excuse me?" "black cat energy." "what?" "y'know?? you're all aloof and sarcastic, but deep down, you care. you just don’t show it much." were you in a romcom?

your cheeks warmed. "whatever, hannie..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it was just some thursday evening when everything changed. you were in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup, while jisung leaned on the counter, watching you.

"you're unusually quiet", you said without looking up.

"hm? 's nothing." his voice was soft, almost hesitant.

you glanced over your shoulder, only to find him staring at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"you're acting weird lately."

he chuckled nervously. "i just-" he hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "i think i'm in love with you."

the spoon in your hand froze mid-stir. "...what?"

"i'm serious", he continued. "you're… everything. you're funny and caring, even when you try not to be. you brought home a cat, for crying out loud, because you couldn't stand to see it suffer in the rain. you cook me dinner when i'm too lazy to fend for myself, and you make this place feel like home."

your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you turned to face him fully. "jisung-"

"i know it’s a lot", he said quickly. "and i'll get it if you don't feel the same. but i couldn't keep it in anymore."

for a long moment, the room was silent except for the simmering stew. then, slowly, a smile crept across your face. "you’re an idiot", you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"...wh-"

"i love you too", you admitted. you could feel your cheeks burning up. now, when i tell you his face lit up like a fucking christmas tree, i mean it. "wait, really?!" "..shut up and set the table before the food gets cold."

he beamed, practically skipping off to grab plates, while bean watched from her perch on the counter, tail flicking smugly.

you could swear she was planning her next bit of chaos. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ a/n: im actually happy abt this one so like?? yay??????? anws han jisung is bias wrecking me so hard so here you go also late late late LATE happy new years i hope you guys have a great year to come bye bye!!!!!!!!

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan and his... "Quirks"

Everyone is a lil weird. Logan is no exception

Some nsfw headcanons below the cut, it gets weird yall. some are tame. the rest are questionable. You're gonna ask me why i was thinking about it. you don't want to know

he CANNOT sit farthest away from the door. he has to be between the door and you. yknow in case of threats

feel like he would hate microwaves. idk why, i think he would extremely distrust the idea of food being heat up by radiation (Even if it wouldn't affect him?). he cooks everything by hand.

Don't let him catch you heating your food by microwave. He'll get pissy. then he'll make your food by scratch

uses phrases that were popular like 100+ years ago that no one knows. you've had to google some of them to figure out what the hell he was talking about

he taps his fingers alot. against a table, his leg, on you. it's an anxious thing

he doesn't laugh much but when he does it's loud, hes the epitomy of the word "guffaws" bc he's so loud. most of the time when you hear him "laugh" its a quiet chuckle. it's quite joyous to hear Logan across the mansion laughing

logan, as much as he acts like a wild man, is fairly neat. like, weirdly neat about his stuff. well- stuff he cares about. his jacket, his cigars, beer, maybe a few things you gave him. he doesn't need much.

this one isn't so weird, more cute- but he loves when you pet his head. only when it's just you two though

his nails grow faster than an avg person. He constantly has to clip them. BUT he does at least make sure to clean them up

i should add that logans is obv known for calling everyone bub, and gives nicknames to everyone

(he'll call you every petname in the book)

has to have his bed made in the mornings. he gets weirdly cranky if he or you don't make the bed and it's messy when going to bed that night (the man leaves his dirty laundry all over the room but doesn't like his bed not being made???)(nesting...)

hates the smell of incense (too strong) but he doesn't mind a few of the vanilla smelling candles. or the outdoorsy type ones

def will pick up new hobbies at random and then drop them (ahem i do that to)

doesn't finish his beer. he'll have a little left and go open a new one anyway

he acts like he's so gruff but he's actually like so polite about things when in someones house/the mansion. it takes you aback how nice he'll be. (x2 logan was just a bit stress don't worry about him raiding bobbys parents fridge)

ill add his fear of flying in here too

honestly he probably just doesn't like heights in general. he'll do it, go in tall buildings, planes, all of that (as well as we all seen) but don't catch him sightseeing out of the 70th floor of the skyscraper yall are in

he probably likes to wear all those layers because he doesnt let his hair grow out like he could. have you seen how much hair he can get? he keeps himself trimmed for you (if you want to call it that). the layers protects from the cold he gets from not being a hairy beast (let him be hairy)

oral fixation... i'll put this in nsfw

this isn't really weird...but he's able to sit in silence for a long time. just watching the view (you)

hes not an early bird. he'll get pissy if you are, because he wants you in bed with him. (people gotta work logan...)

leaves a clean plate of food. he doesnt like waste.

likes to grab you. hes gotta be holding onto you. even if he's single he's gotta be doing something (smoking, tapping his foot, leaning on someone), when he's with you though, you're his grounding.

NSFW

will drool during sex. he tries to control it. sometimes you feel too good though-

gets incredibly horny after missions. good luck.

also when after he goes into a burst of rage. good luck with that too

honestly he just has a high sex drive. he's a bit of a freak. it's not every time but rarely does he not get hard around you- at the scent of you

The moment you wake up in the morning, logan tells you "your period started" before you even have a chance to even fully wake up, only to realize that indeed you did start your period

he could smell it

dude is really intense about smelling

when it comes to you though he's REALLY intense about it. you know how dogs are when they smell you after you come home. logan is no different

can and WILL smell your armpits and feet if he gets the chance. it may gross you out but shits heavenly to him because thats where you smell the strongest. if you don't let him smell you he'll go for the laundry

your neck too

the man leaks so much pre-cum just at the thought of you. you'd think he came right there in his pants

does not care about you walking into him in the bathroom. he has no shame

honestly id think he'd like footjobs. not because he's got a feet thing- but like feet is where your strongest smells come from and if you...do that. his thang will smell like you

will eat you out and do you on your period btw. no shame

i don't think logan will say no to much in bed, except for the really disgusting ones, or the ones inviting other people in. he's not going to share you, or himself.

definitely has a thing about mounting you. he doesn't do it all the time but sometimes he'll lose himself and next thing you know is biting your neck and thrusting you doggy style, grunting and whining, and he won't stop till he's satisfied. the others have expressed worry over the deep teeth marks in your neck (Is he trying to maul you? - Scott)

doesn't like washing the bed sheets after you two do your thing. will complain but you have to bc you both are fairly active together in that department and you do not need your bedsheets become solid like rock. he just likes the scent :(

loves it when you lick his hands/knuckles

i think we all agree, the claws COME OUT when he cums. hes extremely careful about his hand placement bc of this.

back to oral fixation. if he doesn't have a cigar, toothpick, gum, his next best thing is you.

will SUCK on your skin. hard.

This is all i got for now, some probably really aren't a quirk but my brain was just typing what I could think of...might make more. Feel free to reblog and add your own!!

pain kink. a bad one. we all agreed on this i believe.

You know how animals have displays to attract mates? Logan is no different. When hes in the mood, hell puff himself out to you, do things he thinks youll like. I mean, i suppose avg males do this too but logan gets repetitive over it until you notice.

[songmingisthighs]

[4.38] mafia!hongjoong × reader

⇀ boisterous and loud is one thing, but a couple who dare fight in public? madness

⇁ honestly i'm so much into this type of hongjoong

wc : 1.3 k

rating : mature; strong language, disruptive behaviour, basic premise of illegal lifestyle

warning : cussing, violence, depiction of criminal life, unsavoury language and actions

discretion : the author does not support any and all depiction of criminal activities in this story, anything and everything written is published for the sake of fantasy. read at your own discretion.

"YOU MISERABLE SON OF A BITCH!"

A whack echoed the pristine corridor of a hotel, accompanying the sound of a woman fighting with her husband in public. "Ow! You-" Hongjoong was about to scream back at you but you swung your purse once again towards him but missed as he ducked just in time. "Come on you big baby, you can get a gun shot or two but God forbid your wife smack some sense into you with a Birkin," you scoffed, dusting imaginary dust off of your custom dyed Birkin bag that became your choice of weapon that night.

Your husband glared at you and huffed, "Do we have to do this right now? You're acting like a crazy bitch when we are in PUBLIC!" He spoke the last part so loudly that people around you jumped in surprise before slowly trying to disperse in fear because they knew who you two were. How could they not? Everyone in the top social class knows all about the suave "businessman" and his wife who controlled not only the commodity trading market but also the government. Some people called Hongjoong a mafia but he called himself an entrepreneur. But at that moment, Kim Hongjoong was just a husband. Well, YOUR husband.

"You call me a crazy bitch one more time Kim Hongjoong and I will give you the beating your mother should've given you all those years ago," you huffed, challenging him. Hongjoong laughed sarcastically as he clapped his hands, "Oh I'm sorry your majesty, what would you prefer? Hot head? Lunatic? Psycho?"

It was a common knowledge around the people around you that you and your husband butt heads A LOT and neither one of you cared where you two were when an argument broke out. While some people were initially concerned, it was later revealed by the two of you that it was through arguing did you two fell in love with each other. So all the cussing and name calling and dragging ancestors and family members only amplified your passion for one another. Which was why Hongjoong felt the need to grab an antique vase from a display and smashed it to the ground.

Almost immediately, a person rushed over with his face all red and breath huffy. "Hey asshole, did you just smash that vase to the ground?" He had the audacity to ask and Hongjoong barely gave him a glance over with an eyebrow raised, "Yeah I did, so?" The answer only made the man frustrated because he suddenly waved over for the security guards stationed nearby to come before he glared at you two with his arms propped on his waist. "Are you fucking kidding me? That was a VERY expensive antique that my dad, the OWNER of this hotel got at an auction in London. Do any of you know what London is? Of course you don't what with your fake Birkin and cheap outfits. Go back to the dingy mannerless hole you're used to, filthy animals,"

The man whom you identified as the son of the hotel owner, which is ironically one of your husband's business partner as he had a share in the property, barely finished his words before he too got a good smack on his shoulder by your Birkin. As he recovered from the impact, he was met with your fiery glare and even with only one step forward, you seem to tower over the taller man in protection of your husband's honour. "Don't you fucking talk to my husband like that. Who the hell do you think you are?" The man glared at you and opened his mouth as he was about to answer, you beat him to it by slapping him across the face, "Think first and think well before you answer me, little boy, or I'll use your nutsack as a pin cushion." Seeing you so mad from seeing your husband being treated so disrespectfully by a Chad wannabe, Hongjoong sighed and tried to step in, "Honey, let's just go have that dinner, okay? He's not worth all the huffing and scolding," He put his hands on your shoulders gently but you turned around and pointed at him, your glare now directed at your husband. "Your nutsack is already mine by law Kim Hongjoong, don't make me exercise my legal rights," you warned.

All of the commotion and audience gathered (rather far away from the three of you because people were scared) managed to catch the attention of the Hotel Manager who jogged over with a smile on his face. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Kim, how are we doing?" it was a stupid question but one portraying his anxiety. You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded to the now silenced asshole, still recovering from being slapped by a stranger, "Do you know this little bitch?" you asked, the vulgarity of your language did not phase the Manager whatsoever.

"Little bitch? Who the fuck are you calling a-" he was about to grab you by the shoulder, taking advantage of your momentary shift of attention like the coward that he is. But before he could reach you, Hongjoong, having been trained in self-defense, easily grabbed the asshole's wrist and twisted it around before pushing him to the ground, causing him to scream in pain from the position. "Ow! What the fuck!? Let me go! Don't you know who my father is!?" the man screamed which only made Hongjoong smirk in something akin to satisfaction.

The manager stepped in close to Hongjoong, almost in a pleading way, "Mr. Kim, please excuse the young Mr. Son here, he doesn't really know any better and I will see to it that he will be educated on our esteemed patrons myself," he pleaded. You scoffed at him incredulously and your eyes rolled with annoyance, "Esteemed patron? My husband invested for the majority of the development project, my husband is not just an esteemed partner, my husband is the only person who can call himself the damn sultan of this place if he wanted to." "R-right, my apologies Mrs. Kim, I will educate myself and young Mr. Son here so would you please let him go so I can escort him out myself, Mr. Kim?" The manager added, reaching to grab the still whimpering man from Hongjoong's grasp.

Luckily, Hongjoong got bored from listening to his pathetic noises so he just let him go and stepped over him to stand next to you, allowing the Manager to immediately get the man up. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim, I hope you two have a pleasant evening and I will let the kitchen know to prepare you a special dessert. On me," the man said as he hurriedly ushered the now weeping boy off before he could face another round of your wrath.

"You know," Hongjoong smirked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "You look so hot when you're defending your husband, Mrs. Kim," he said before he leaned to peck your cheek. You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance but the satisfied smirk on your face completely gave your truth away as you wrapped an arm around Hongjoong's waist, "You better not doubt that your dear wife will defend your honour, Mr. Kim," you pointed out, kissing him back on the corner of his mouth.

"So can we do it in the ass?" he added.

Your smile hardened and Hongjoong got his first response when your elbow dug into his stomach, causing him to sputter. "You can take that offer and shove it up your own ass, fucking prick," you spat before you walk away to the restaurant by yourself, swaying your hips intentionally to make a point to your husband.

Though in pain, Hongjoong couldn't help but chuckle as he stared at you, feeling his heart thump when you turned around slightly to give him a once-over. People called him crazy for "letting" his "old lady" "disrespect" him like how "she always does" but what they could never understand was that the "disrespect" was your fire, and your fire was what tied Hongjoong to you. Your fire was what made him so addicted to you. And he had no plans on letting that go anytime soon.

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[thatshadowcomic]

Lore/HC: Underlined text links to original post👇

[For Character answered QnA and general "asks" click here]

You're welcome to expand on my ideas in your own way, but please credit me so they don't mix up with my own HCs/design choices.

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Sonic & Shadow:

-Mobians hedgehogs "Anoit" their partners

-Sonadow children ideas

-related to the above, "WOULD sonic and shadow have kids?"

-Fave HCs/ what's it like living with rouge/ where's sonic live?

-Does shadow like/play any instruments?

-who likes to cuddle more?

-Sonic is an accidental flirt.

-Shadow's stripes will become more like the Black Arms emblem over time. His paws are already very similar... do you think his head stripes will change as he ages?

-Sonic grew up alongside Amy and other orphans/broken families. He cares for her a lot but can only see her as a sister-- the same way he sees Tails as his brother--so the idea of a relationship with her disgusts him. Maybe he sees Sonia when he looks at her?

-Before Sonic, Shadow and Rouge fell into a relationship. Shadow assumed they shared a deeper past, given how much Rouge knows and how comfortable she is around him. But really, Shadow didnt know what he wanted, assuming it just was this way. Rouge wasn't sure either, just trying to help Shadow in some way. That said, they learned a lot about themselves and eachother as they opened up-- but in the end deciding to return to just friends...Although it would take some time to feel normal again.

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Shadow & Maria:

-Shadow's has dissociative fugue

-baby shadow (shadow and maria)

-Why Shadow knows how to swim

-Maria would have been a menace

-Maria told Shadow to comb his white fur up, so he looks more presentable, teasing, "You have a little built in tuxedo! See? Such a gentle-hog." :)

-I think Shadow liked sleeping in maria's bed. It was probably of great comfort to Maria during her sicker days... He was always being watched, so when they gave him his own bed/room, it must have felt isolating and alone. Do you think he had to wear pajamas so he wouldn't leave any fur in her bed?

-Some scientists/maria used to pet shadow and fluff up his cheeks, to Robotnik's displeasure. Shadow only recently learned that's something you do to your pet... he kind of misses it though.

-This is canon: Abraham Towers (commander) and Shadow grew up alongside each other, though their time was short. Ab was terrified of Shadow, because he saw Doom helping Gerald. He would warn the other's that shadow was some kind of demon, but Maria only became more protective of Shadow. He wasn't just an experiment to her, he was a person. As she became sicker, Ab blamed Shadow. But 50 years later, he finally understands and is trying to build some kind of bridge with Shadow, even allowing Shadow to visit his baby granddaughter. Just like Shadow, he let his anger and pain drive his choices.

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AU ideas: Feel free to expand on these in your own way, just credit me for the initial idea, so it doesn't get mixed up as canon in my own HC lore lol.

-AU where Shadow is created on mobius

-Scene from the above AU where shadow is created on mobius

-Return to mobius/search for sonic's mom AU (idea)

-Return of Doom (AU where Shadow is copied and Doom controls shadow's old body)

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Other characters:

-Metal sonic in my HC

-more metal sonic HC

-Manic is Scourge, who'd been sent into a zone for safety during the first bombing, only be have been lost to the "other" Mobius. He got a little crazy after that... No one knows what happened to Sonic's sister. It's assumed she died in the first Eggman attack. (or you could go with trans sonic hc? Would be an interesting/wholsome moment between Sonic & Shadow when he reveals it.)

-Omega is basically metal shadow...

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[jweekgoji]

hellooo, i love your work, especially the yan! d-16!! i wanted to ask, could you pleasee write something for starscream from tfone? i think he'd be such a good yandere and i'd love to read some for himm, thank youu!

Yandere!Starscream/Reader [TFO/hcs]

tw: yandere behavior, power dynamics, very brief mentions of violence, jealousy, slightly masochistic!Starscream at the end. word count: ~1250 additional tags: cybertronian!reader, high guard!reader, gender-neutral!reader. a/n: I tried to keep it neutral, so I didn't make reader only a part of High Guard or a part of the main 4. There are some discussions from both sides, so I divided it to not confuse you. Thank you for your request~

Starscream is such an interesting yandere to be honest; it's almost sad that he has got less screen time than it was intentionally planned.

Yandere!Starscream is living for praise. Basically, like the most if not all Starscream variants in different universes, he's a sucker for a compliment or two, especially if it's from the person he deeply admires.

↑ TFO!Star is a leader of the high guard, he was used to working closely with the 13 Primes, and it is no surprise how other bots like B-127, who had the chance to know about this time period, are absolutely devoted to him. He's probably been on par with Sentinel before the latter became the leader of Iacon.

>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader

↑ But there should be a good, clear line between being a fan and being an unbearable. If you get too close, too pushy or talkative with him, and he just barely knows about you, Starscream might as well just shut you up completely so you wouldn't bother him anymore. Yandere or not, he's not falling in love easily; even then, he's not shy to use force whenever he seems like it.

That is because Yandere!Starscream is very careful about who gets into proximity with him, and with an attitude of a wild cat, he's quick to snap at you the very first moment you try to do something, even remotely reminding him of suspicious.

↑ Yandere!Starscream is a paranoid leader, in some way. It doesn't matter if you're a part of the high guard or the newcomer that just received your cog only some hours ago. It's difficult to get his trust, and it's more difficult to even try to calm his mind.

>> High Guard!Reader

↑ I feel like, apart from praise, another way to get his spark is to actually listen to what he orders you to do. That is something they both share with Sentinel, but unlike the False Prime, Starscream is not as much of a control freak as Sentinel is.

↑ Yandere!Starscream has to know that everything goes well. Because he is actually concerned about the well-being of the group, but more importantly, he doesn't want anything to happen with his lover.

↑ He knows how dangerous exploring the surface is, and every time they're trying to sabotage the meetings between quintessons and the new ruler, the chances of getting caught, imprisoned, and even executed are incredibly high.

↑ Yandere!Starscream is especially protective towards his high guard!reader, but I do not see him overprotective to the point he doesn't let you leave their hiding place and force you stay inside instead.

↑ He's been leading the high guard for 50 or so cycles, and even though they had to resort to hiding most of the time, it's still impressive that they hold back for so long. Low on energon, far away from their home, and only themselves to rely on. Starscream might not be the perfect leader he wants to look like, but he's aware of how strong his comrades are, and you're no exception. 

↑ In my opinion, he's pretty bearable yandere if you know him long enough. Sure, he has his moments or two, where a wrong glance in your way from the others might scream 'right in front of ME? how dare you!' in his head, leading it all to more conflicts and unnecessary violence. But he's an old, war-torn mech, a veteran, with the biggest enemy which is his own tongue, sometimes.

↑ Yandere!Starscream with his high guard!reader is possessive. It starts with the small things first. From the time you first joined the high guard, you were his. His subordinate, first, his right hand. It's hard for him to let go of the fact that he warmed up to you. He's not entirely heartless or cold, as someone might think, but he's not the one to show any sort of affection.

↑ Another reason for him to get more agitated and annoyed once D-16 challenges his authority. Not only that will hurt his ego, but it will also shatter the image he worked so hard to build up. Such an embarrassing sight, watching your now ex-leader beaten up by a young, inexperienced bot who only left the mines for a day or two.

↑ Megatron should be lucky because you might actually prevent a few murder attempts by talking Starscream out of it. Somehow. Yaay?

>> Regular Cybertronian!Reader

↑ But you cannot convince me Starscream doesn't have at least a tiny thing for bots who are able to put him down at his place.  You know, similar to how Rhinox scared off poor Dinobot when the latter got too high of himself, hehe.

↑ Yandere!Starscream doesn't even pay more than a few seconds of his attention towards regular Cybertronian!Reader. He already has enough of troubles on his shoulders, and now, he has to deal with some colorful bunch of gobots?? Primus, what a life.

↑ Yandere!Starscream might act all high and mighty in front of you, given his high position and connection to the Primes in the past. A walking legend right in front of you. It will be so amusing to see his face redden, a pair of wings bristling at the sight of some youngling being so ignorant and disrespectful.

↑In some sort of way, you're a challenge to him. An unexpected, bratty and with a clear lack of interest towards the older bot. It's totally not what he wanted, expecting at least some amount of fear for your and your friend's well-being after the high guards caught you.

↑ How surprised he was when you answered him with the same sharpness. The bright scarlet optics widen for a moment, then narrow. Oh, the audacity...! Your friends can only stare at you anxiously, glancing back and forth, when suddenly, your conflict only just flares up, and now a fight is all but inevitable.

↑All that counts is the strength of one bot over another, to quote his own words. As you pin the poor bot to the cold floor, feeling his digits desperately digging into your heated metal. You notice nothing more than surprise, a hint of fear perhaps, but this fleeting display of submission is simply impossible to ignore.

↑ Yandere!Starscream, after the breaking point, is especially attentive to you. He constantly looms somewhere behind your back, watching you closely like a hawk. It's hard to read his true motive behind the picture of indifference and skepticism, but some part of him really wants to help you.

↑ You are very careless in his opinion, naive in most decisions, and desperate for his guidance. Yandere! Starscream is the only bot in the old high guard who can criticize you. Otherwise...how dare they say anything in your direction!

↑ He can play nice in front of you if he wants to, only to try to attack you at the most unexpected moment, anticipating that finally this time he can repay you in kind for the shame you've made him feel. But at the end of the day, it's hard to know if he's doing it just to come crawling back to you on his knees begging for forgiveness or if he finds some kind of strange pleasure in it.

Freak.

[mamushroomoracorn]

This is not a Anti Palestine Reblog, Zionist go away this is just criticism towards 3rd party to Non-voters of the non afflicted who was trying to show well meaning support, that I think like many others was the worse manner to do so.

As I understand why some third party voters did what they did regarding Gazan genocide that is and was currently happening.

They are valid.

My anger is not directed at Muslims, Arabs, Natives, Palestinians or ethinic groups from countries effected by Isreal terrorism and American government complicity, who these individuals have decided rightfully so making that move to not vote or vote in morality.

Because in this case morality is a question for these people who own folks is effected by this genocidial country and its colonial apartheid state accompanying it.

DNC, Democratic National Committee have lost these people on the argument of "being better choice" when they should of a long time ago drop the AIPAC deals and pressed on Joe Biden.

Zionists is not different much from N_zis for people who is struggling during this horrid event.

But I'm still upset my people(Black) who is also effected by Isreal in our police systems: Is really going to be seared on the skin for "revenge" to "get back at the democratic party" sins.

I have watched overtime, non-black people anti-blackness came out, towards black allies of Palestine for recommending voting for Harris who most reasons is for damage control.

Stating in direct verbal verbatim: "Your oppression doesn't matter. I dont care how opressed you are. If you vote for so and so you're a zionist"

Or "You're voting for a cop, so you must not care."

Which is Belittling. my oppression in the name of ineffective saviorism utterly disgust me to the core hearing statements like this.

Expressly to a nuance situation like voting.

Considering the fact black people don't really have a choice to vote in order to survive like plenty others.

Then of course these fuck ass tankies argue back "What about Jill stein?" Under black progressive posts, Piss me off even harder.

As even reccomending to me Jill Stein in the first place considering the fact she does jack shit other than "exposure", is fucking rude. As if she haven't not using her funds to even grassroot for all these years.

Let alone be president of a nation.

I feel like a lot of third party people who isn't the afflicted I mentioned above. Chosen willful ignorance when even debating she is a "better harris".

Jill wasted pro Palestinian supporters Donors money, she have isreali family and had donations from companies like Amazon, IBM and other pro Isreal companies.

Now they are flip flopping to:

"America is going to a fascist state anyways so why trying saving it? Let it burn." As if my people hard work we done brick by brick for 60+ years in civil affairs to protect our youth is NOT crumbling in front of my eyes.

I feel like I'm being gaslit by all these "leftists" about their wash out version of evangelical doomsday.

About the fact that they REALLY "didn't" went anti-strategic voting. Towards everyone expressly black voters.

Calling them liberals and zionists like I stated above and why that is extremely ignorant in nature.

Even trying to explain to them this isn't just about gazans life and homes at risk if you let these Neo-Nazis win.

It was your own very effectiveness to even protest in the first place.

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Due to their very real inflicted trauma (that I can empathize with) they got it from seeing such horrors. They actively tone that shit out, being racist even in their response which is inexcusable in my eyes.

But inflicting their own trauma everyone else as a "final button" when there was so options to approach the situation instead of nurturing their emotional state by using a crucial election to do so to express their hurt.

When that should of been left alone to the afflicted groups.

This is not the "stick to the system" moment they thought it was. Since rich politicians won't be affected, their stock is in AIPAC so DonaldTrump winning would of just made them richer anyways.

Only the result is your allies will be compromised.

The highest group being minorities, and loudly verbally black people.

Which I already seen black people LEAVING to focus on their own community for the hellish mourning upcoming years because people decided voting effectively didn't matter.

"It's all about morality" I'm doubting it as I think it is just trauma, obviously only leaving alone afflicted groups because actions speak more than words or symbolism to case to case person.

As we seen during the failed BLM protests due to such actions like "Third party voters guilt mentality" Instead of effective action that WILL do both mortality and progress.

People was doing black boxes, painting their skin half black, advocating for black people over our own voices instead of elevating it, spamming people comments.

Yet again not listening to black voices in grassrooting but instead doing vote blue no matter who or offering Jill Stein.

That we eventually have to adopt anyways by force due to the face yet again non-black people decided to that.

Which landed in a situation like the 2024 election where turns out not taking action in primaries and midterms does have consequences where eventually YES you had to vote for the lesser evil.

It was fucking stupid how we got to the point in the 2024, yet again due to non voters/third parties.

When really the best course of action YEARS PRIOR was to vote in these elections and pay attention to the candidates. Promote others within your towns or cities through donation and having those special elections enacted by the people to make it harder for lobbying to happen on a state level to HAVE POWER to prevent such horrors like the Gazan Genocide.

But what was people doing? Stating theory, debating, and thinking we was safe in a way to get our voices considered when that could of been put in action in the first place to have that safety come in fruition.

Black people vote like they are buying time, because they are! We are buying time to put in more actual safe guards through law because takes time.

We use that time to take care our inner traumas not to be effected when tragedy strikes and move in effective manners.

Most non-black people have the privileges(not anymore) to ignore this due to our labor in the power of strategically voting.

Black people feel extreme uneasiness for a fucking reason when non-black people get in our black business about voting when we literally fundamentally don't have choices in this damn country.

Allies or not:

This election and the ones prior reflect that, as so much was at stake that I could only speak for myself on as a black person but I know many others who aren't my people was going to be effected.

These people decided even though most black people live in the Bible belt. Decided to reflect themselves(who is not the afflicted groups) really badly in the eyes of plenty of black people non-surprisingly during this election.

By not showing at least empathy for those also effected by Isreal in heavy policed states that will kill you even if you are a innocent, a child, a mother, a father, a grandparent, or a disabled.

They decided to withdrawl empathy twisting the arms of people who helped them by stating they are part of the problem.

For voting for a chance for everyone life despite the rest of the group beyond the afflicted. Only others pride is only going to be effected since those people stated themselves "both parties is the same".

Despite the major differences that they are now seeing now, afraid like we warn them.

A problem that been also oppressing us, A problem that is 80+ years that is both parties. An massive systematic issue that have barely any control in our hands, but only those cherry picked in position that doesn't speak for the community.

We are not a monolith, We are not a hive mind, We black people is not a entity.

We are a group with rich culture here in the US that values history. We are Poets, Artists, and Historians.

We are inventors, we are political scientists.

We barely vote third for a reason and now we are seeing it, being effected, choked out due to others own disregard.

Why are we finding out for others actions[lack there of]

I'm tired of it, I'm tired of my people being body shields then cast away by my "allies".

This isn't just about black people in the US it is about the Haitians, the Congolese and those who are black or dark skinned that Is forgotten.

When will my people be free from the years of imperialism? We busted our asses helping putting down our own problems and got the short end of the stick.

Due to the HELP of traumatized white teens and mourning white women deciding the day is to make doomsday a sacrifice for "All American sinners" and make a morality vote. Thinking in their own racial bias black people are men of steel.

Then of course people thinking life should be put under eggs.

But this post is about the hand these people played alongside many others who done my people dirty.

Putting us in very dangerous hands, ignoring their own hands in it the seeping bucket of blood that is soon to come.

Slavery wasn't even solve and it is going to get worse. All that progress because people thought effectiveness of voting for nothing.

Good job you guys fell into the systematic hands of the conservative parties as they wanted you to do that.

[dailynnt]

CAPTIVE OF HIS ATTENTION

♡ Summary: You're an art and design student at Seoul National University, trying to maintain your independence and focus on your studies. Your peaceful life is shattered when you meet Jungkook , a charismatic, stubborn, and unpredictable guy who pairs up with you for a group project. He starts to annoy you by challenging your principles. Jungkook, who loves to be the center of attention, uses his charming and playful nature to play with your feelings and control the situation. You are constantly trying not to succumb to his manipulations, but gradually you find that his influence on you is becoming stronger and stronger. The relationship between you is a game of power, desire, and sensation, where each tries to leave their mark without letting the other take over completely. But will you be able to maintain your independence, or will Jungkook eventually make you his?

♡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

♡ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

♡ Age restrictions: 18+

♡ Relationships: ⚤

♡ Number of part: 2/?

♡ Tags: university life, students, from enemies to lovers, everyday life, mild longing, sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, smoking, profanity, tags will be added as the story progresses

♡ From the author: What do you think of this part? Jungkook's proposal has an interesting connotation that Y/N doesn't fully understand yet, but she has a little guess 🤭

♡ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

♡ Tag list : @kooko007, @someoneelse0109, @kelsyx33, @minimoninini, @smokinghotstargirl (Want to be on tag list? Just let me know)

PART 2: A debt that will be difficult to repay.

You are finally home. You crossed the threshold of your rented apartment feeling tired, which had been accumulating all week. You took off your coat and kicked off your sneakers. As you hung up your outerwear, you noticed coffee drips that reminded you of the morning's incident with Jungkook. You grimaced at the thought of him.

What an asshole he is. Your encounter with them in the campus cafeteria was even worse. He was so cocky and it was so fucking annoying. Can't he see that you're not the pink mass of glamorous girls who are ready to run after him if he just smiles? And worst of all, he took the liberty of asking you what you're like in bed. A cheeky guy, it seems, of the very first category in the whole university.

You could barely drag your feet to the kitchen, because you were so hungry. You never ate that chicken salad. The reason is the same Jungkook. Why did he become such a pain in the ass for you in one day? You shake your head, shaking off the thoughts of him.

Tonight, you're having fried chicken, spicy tokpokki and chajamen. It's a hearty and high-calorie meal, but you don't mind. You need to relax, and delicious food has always helped you do that.

You've had dinner and decided not to do any studying. The binge night will be your moment before the brewing storm of Jungkook and working with him on a group project.

You were lying on the couch in front of the TV, barely listening to it and scrolling through social media. Suddenly, you received a message from an unknown number on KakoTalk. You logged into the app and saw the name that popped up when the user was registered.

"JK." There were only initials, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. How could he find your number if you didn't give it to him? There are two possibilities: either he got it from Miyon or he found it himself in a group chat in your study group. You're leaning toward the second option, but you'll have to ask Miyon if she gave your number to this asshole. You open the message and read it:

08.47 PM | JK: I'll be waiting for you at Smith's Cafe in Haehwa-dong tomorrow. Around 8pm.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest. Your palms instantly sweat and for some reason you feel nauseous. Why are you reacting like this to his text? But it seems to be the context of the message itself. He writes confidently, and just puts it to you without asking you if you can come. You nervously tap the keyboard to reply to him.

08.47 PM | You: For what?

08.47 PM | JK: You read it right away. Did you wait for me to write?

You snort angrily. How annoying!

08.47 PM | You: The world doesn't revolve around you. I was just sitting on my phone. That's why I answered so quickly.

08.48 PM | You: What do you want? Why should we meet?

You wait for him to write back, but he doesn't reply for about a minute, so you exit the app, half excited and half frustrated. You scroll through your Instagram news page, but your thoughts are still on Jungkook's text messages.

The message arrives and you open the chat again.

08.49 PM | JK: We need to discuss your debt.

08.49 PM | You: I offered to pay you for the dry cleaning. What else do we have to fence?

08.49 PM | JK: I'm not interested in your money. It's not fun 😉

08.49 PM | You: 🙄 I'm not going to fulfill your wishes. Just throw me the card and I'll pay for the dry cleaning.

08.50 PM | JK: Do you think I have time to take my clothes to the dry cleaners?

08.50 PM | JK: Baby, I've spent many time to texting you than all the girls I've ever texted before. I'm already tired of typing. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, and if you don't show up, you'll be in a lot of trouble, and trust me, you won't like it.

You squeeze the phone in your hand so hard that you think the screen is going to crack. "Baby?" Does he even hear himself? You take a deep breath, exhale. You write a reply, erase it, start again, and finally put the phone aside. That's all he wants to do, to piss you off.

You go back to the news feed, but you can't concentrate on anything. His last message keeps replaying in your head.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." What does that even mean? Why would he do that? You bite your lip, considering whether to answer, and decide not to.

You put the phone down on the table, feeling the tension spread through your body. His calm tone is more annoying than if he were shouting or threatening. You realize that this is some kind of game, but he hasn't clearly explained the rules to you. You don't like Jungkook's interest in you at all.

Okay, you'll have to meeting with him, and at the same time you'll choose a topic for the project.

You look at the text message you received from Jungkook this morning again.

10.53 AM | JK: Don't be late. I'll be waiting for you on the second floor.

Saturday came and instead of enjoying your day off, you were nervous all day because you had to meet Jungkook. You were worried about the debt you owed him. Your intuition tells you that this guy is up to no good because he doesn't want the money. That's probably a good thing, because you don't have an extra thousand and a half dollars.

You close the message and just stare at the screen for a while, trying to collect your thoughts. The feeling of injustice merges with anxiety, but even more so, you're pissed off by his confidence. As if he's the boss here.

When you take a shower, you still hesitate whether to leave. But ignoring him doesn't seem like a wise decision. You choose a simple but neat look - a beige oversized sweater, black pants, and sneakers. Light hair in a messy bun, almost invisible makeup. You don't want him to think that you're trying too hard for him.

There is a cold wind outside, so you wrap yourself in your coat and try to walk quickly. You wonder why he made an appointment at this particular cafe. It is close to your home. The thought that he also lives in this neighborhood alarms you. But how can this be? He's a chaebol, it's unlikely that he would live in an ordinary apartment complex like yours. And in your neighborhood, there were mostly simple affordable apartments for students.

You arrive at the cafe a few minutes early. You didn't forget to bring your laptop and notes where you made notes about the topics you would like to choose.

With a sigh, you go inside. The cafe is filled with the aroma of fresh pastries and coffee. The music is playing softly, and the tables are filled with mostly students with laptops and pairs of notebooks. The second floor is less crowded, with only a few tables occupied.

You notice him right away. Jungkook is sitting at a table by the window, leaning back comfortably. He's wearing a black sweater and jeans, with a chain around his neck that glistens in the light of the lamps. Noticing you, he smiles slightly and waves his hand, inviting you to come over.

"You decided to come after all." - His voice sounds calm, almost warm, but there is something dangerous in his eyes. "Good girl." - Praises Jungkook. You feel something irritated in your middle when he calls you that. You don't snort loudly.

"As if you left me a choice." - You reply ironically, sinking into the chair across from him.

"There's always a choice, baby. But you made the right one." - He says, leaning forward slightly, his smile growing wider. Your heart races as he gets bolder and bolder.

"Don't call me baby. I think every woman you've ever been with has had that nickname." - You say colorlessly, but Jungkook picks up on your irritation. He smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you think that?" - He asks, leaning back in his chair, his tattooed hand on the table, showing you the designs on the outside of his palm. You look down at them for a moment and then turn your eyes to Jungkook.

"I'm more than confident in what I said. You're too predictable." - You say with a challenge. Jungkook's eyebrows fly up and he laughs defiantly.

"Predictable?" - He asks. "That's not a characteristic I have. You can ask any of my girlfriends." - He says without losing his smile on his lips. You roll your eyes defiantly.

"No need." - You say shortly, fidgeting in your chair. Jungkook notices your nervousness.

"Are you nervous?" - He asks you pointedly. You freeze, caught off guard by his bluntness.

"No." - You answer too quickly. But you are nervous. Your heart is beating like crazy. Is it his good looks that make you this way, or his flattering tone of voice? You can't decide.

"I think it is. That's so nice. Do you want something to drink?" - He asks. You give him a killer look and wish this meeting was over. You seem to be starting to realize how hard it's going to be to write this pair project.

"I came here to take care of the issue with your sweatshirt." - You answer dryly, ignoring his offer of a drink. You in anyway wouldn't be able to drink anything anyway. Your nerves made you feel a little nauseous.

Jungkook leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and fixed your gaze with his. He was close enough that you could smell him-light, fresh, almost magnetic.

"Want get right to it?" - He asked playfully.

"Yes. Just tell me what you want for that fucking sweatshirt." - You ask nervously.

"I told you I'm not interested in money." - He said confidently. "So I came up with a way for you to pay off your debt. I think it will be convenient for everyone."

You felt your cheeks flush. You pressed your lips together, trying not to react to the tone in his voice that seemed downright seductive.

"So what did you come up with?" - You asked. Jungkook leaned back, his eyes seemingly illuminated by some invisible fire.

"It's nothing complicated. I just want you to be my personal assistant for a week." - Jungkook replied.

"Assistant?" - You clarified quietly.

"Yes. You'll follow me around, help me with whatever I need. And, of course..." - He smiled, tilting his head. "You'll follow my instructions." - Jungkook finished speaking, and you just stood there with your mouth open. What the hell is this? What the hell are his instructions?

You are about to scold him when coffee is brought to your table. A large cup of cappuccino is placed in front of you, and raff coffee in front of Jungkook.

"I already know you drink cappuccino." - Jungkook says as the waiter walks away from your table. There is no end to your fury.

"Are you kidding me?" - You say sharply, but your voice trembles slightly.

"Absolutely serious." - He replied, not taking his eyes off you. "It's better than the other options I had in my mind."

"What other options?" - You asked again, choking on your anger.

Jungkook leaned over, leaning on the table, close to you. He smiled his usual cocky smile that sent a new electric shock through your nervous system.

"You don't want to know." - Jungkook replied. His voice sounded so soft and heartfelt that your chest tightened. You felt your body begin to give in to the tension that was filling the space between you. "A week..." - He repeated, his voice so soft you could barely hear it. "And your problems will disappear."

You clenched your hands under the table, forcing yourself not to look away.

"It's not fair, for some clothes. I'm not your servant." - You speak passionately.

"For me it's a valuable thing. You didn't look where you were going when you ran into me, that's why you're here." - He pauses briefly and continues. "And this offer will cover my losses in full."

You knew it was a trap. But Jungkook's gaze, his low voice, and his absolute confidence somehow made you think he wanted to seduce you.

"I don't want to be your assistant." - You admit honestly. Jungkook played with a piercing with his tongue, and you tried your best to ignore it. He slowly straightened up in his chair and took a sip of coffee. His phone vibrated. He cast an indifferent glance at the screen and quickly returned his gaze to you.

"Y/N. I'm offering you the most loyal option. You're a good girl. I don't want to hurt you, but you're provoking me. Why don't you just say yes?" - Jungkook asks you. His tone is lazy and cautious, but he's visibly restraining himself from speaking to you rudely. You snort and laugh a little defiantly.

"How am I provoking you, Jeon? I'm also offering you a normal option. Why don't you just take the money from me?" - You ask your questions. Jungkook drills you with his eyes and his interest in you grows exponentially. You resist. Why is someone who is not available so magnetic?

"You ruined my thing. And I'm a terrible appropriator. That's why I make the rules, not you." - Jungkook says, a little bossy. You raise your eyebrows. This guy across from you is starting to piss you off. "So what do you choose? Consent or something worse?"

"Something worse? Jungkook, this sounds like a cheap drama!" -You laugh, trying to hide your nervousness, but your heart is pounding so loudly that you think he can hear it.

"A cheap drama?" - He thinks for a moment, and then suddenly stands up, grabs a chair and puts it next to you. He sits down, leans closer, stopping a few centimeters from your face. Your breath catches in your throat. "If you want, I can make it a little more dramatic, but I don't think you'll be able to take it."

You try to say something, but his closeness and the subtle smell of his perfume silence you. He notices your confusion and smiles with satisfaction.

"Well?" - His voice is quiet, but every word sounds as if your life depends on it.

"You're crazy..." - You whisper, finally leaning back.

You think, quickly analyze the situation, and feel that you should agree to his terms. One week of hell, one more week of working on a project you're sure he won't want to do, and you'll be free of this annoying, narcissistic guy forever.

"Okay. But only for a week. And only as an assistant. No... strange instructions."

Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest and smiles even wider.

"You made the right decision, as always." - Jungkook says. His phone vibrates again. He reaches for his smartphone.

You just sigh, realizing that you've just done something you'll definitely regret.

Jungkook is checking something on his phone, and you are fidgeting in your chair to get a few centimeters away from him. He puts down the phone and turns his handsome face to you. A satisfied smile spreads across his lips.

He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by an incoming call. Jungkook blocks it without even looking at him.

You clear your throat and pick up your laptop bag. For a moment, you feel protected by Jungkook's closeness.

"Since we've already met..." - You begin confidently. "I propose we choose a topic for our pair project." - You gently push the cappuccino aside and put your laptop in front of you and take out a notebook with notes.

"Great. Let's do it." - Jungkook agrees quickly. He reaches across the table again and picks up his coffee. You click on your laptop, opening the file with the topics dropped into the group chat.

"So. I have two topics that I liked the most. The first one shows how emotions affect the perception of art. I think we can use contrast. Two opposite artistic images that convey different emotions. For example, one artwork symbolizes warmth and hope, and the other symbolizes coldness and alienation." - You explained, gesturing with your hands. Jungkook watched you carefully and didn't really listen to you. His phone vibrated again, and he locked it without looking at the screen, just like the first time. You stumbled for a moment, noticing Jungkook locking his phone, and went on. "Or we can do a project on the duality of human nature. Show how appearances often hide a person's true intentions or emotions." - You said. Jungkook raised one eyebrow and looked at you curiously.

"That sounds... interesting." - He mused out loud. You finally turned your eyes to him.

"What exactly did you like?" - You asked.

"The topic of 'duality'. Why do you choose this topic?" - Jungkook put his elbows on the table, leaning slightly toward you. You were confused for a moment, and then quickly composed yourself and explained.

"I like this topic the most from this two. I think people often show only the part of themselves they want others to see." - You said animatedly.

"Are you talking about yourself?" - Asked Jungkook. His eyes grew serious, and you didn't know how to respond.

"No." - You replied, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm talking about people in general."

"Mmm..." -Jungkook leans back a little, picking up his coffee cup again. His phone vibrates for the third time, and you're annoyed. Jungkook presses the lock button again and the phone silently incomes the call.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? Maybe it's important?" - You ask, trying to sound indifferent, even though you're curious about who's calling so annoyingly.

"It's not important." -Jungkook answers without a shadow of a doubt. His fingers slide lightly across the surface of the table, as if he's looking for something to do. You look at his tattoos and want to know their meaning.

"How is it not important? Someone seems to really need your attention." - You say, raising an eyebrow slightly. He hums, and his smile grows even more cocky.

"Are you that curious about who needs my attention?" - Jungkook asks you. Nervously, you look from his face to his phone.

"No. It's just a little disturbing." - You lie. You turn away from Jungkook. He puts his hand on the back of your chair as he approaches a little bit closer.

"Just ignore it, like I did." - He says, and his voice sounds like he's just having fun. You look at him sideways. "But if you can't, I suggest you answer the phone." - Jungkook hands you the phone, there's still an incoming call.

You round your eyes. Why you should do it? You look at the phone and see an unsigned number.

"I'm not doing this." - You say, turning away.

"Oh, you will. Hang up the phone and say I'm busy and can't talk." - Jungkook says a little rudely. You turn your head to him and freeze. "Your duties as my assistant are already in effect. So answer instead of me." - You stare at Jungkook in horror. You open your mouth to say no again, but he presses the green button and puts the phone to your ear.

"Opaaa!" - Some girl screams. "How dare you not answer me?"

You look at Jungkook's sneering smile because he can hear what the girl on the other side of the phone is screaming too. You exhale nervously and take his phone in your hand.

"Uhm. Hi." - You say. Jungkook gives a soft of laughter.

"Who is this?" - Some girl asks. She keeps the silent for a couple of seconds, most likely making sure she has dialed the right number, and then speaks. "Where is Jungkook-opa? I'm calling him."

"Jungkook is busy right now and can't talk to you." - You say colorlessly. Jungkook is amused by the situation. His smile doesn't leave his lips even when he's drinking coffee.

"What do you mean? Who are you? Is he with you now? What are you doing?" - The girl asks one question after another, and her squeaky voice makes you want to take the phone away from your ear.

"He's with me right now. That's all I can tell you. He'll call you back." - You say. Jungkook arches an eyebrow in question. You make a wry your face. God, how did you end up in this situation? You shouldn't have to deal with his girls. "Probably." - Before, that girl starts screaming into the phone, you disconnect the call and put Jungkook's phone on the table. You turn away and sit up straight.

"See, I told you it wasn't an important call." - Jungkook says.

You exhale nervously, trying to recover from this awkward situation. Jungkook looks at you with a smile that only adds fuel to the fire.

"Why did you do that? Next time, you'll have to deal with your girls yourself." - You say angrily. Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Because it's fun." - He answers without the slightest remorse. "And I think you did even better than I expected. Now I'm sure I chose the right assistant."

You roll your eyes, pretending not to pay attention to his words, but everything inside you is boiling.

"I think you need a psychologist, not an assistant." - You say half-jokingly.

"Maybe so. But I'd rather spend time with you." - Jungkook replies and leans closer. "By the way, your voice is very calm. I think it calmed her down a bit. But only for a little while."

You focus on the laptop screen, trying to ignore what he said, but your eyes fall back to his arm with the tattoos. They seem mysterious to you, and your curiosity gets the better of you.

"By the way... these tattoos of yours. What do they mean?" - You ask. You were fascinated by tattoos and the most interesting thing for you was the stories of people who told why they painted their bodies. He raises his hand, examining the ink on his skin as if for the first time.

"Oh, now you're interested in my tattoos? You better be careful with that curiosity, because it might take you too far." - His tone is flirtatious and you're visited with excitement.

"Maybe I'm just trying to find something to take your mind off of silly’s." - You counter. Jungkook smiles, shaking his head.

"Okay. I'll tell you about one of them, but let's have you pick a topic for our project first. Because to be honest, I don't care. I can do a practical assignment on any of these topics." - Jungkook says. You squint your eyes.

"I hope you're not be indifferent to work at project." - You look away and look at your notebook. The topic is duality. It's something you both like. "The theme of the duality of human nature." - You say. Jungkook stretches his lips mysteriously into a smile.

"As you wish. Now it's your turn, Y/N. What tattoo are you interested in?"

You point to the small word tattooed on the inside of his finger and wait eagerly to hear what he has to say.

"What are these initials?" - You ask. Jungkook looks at his hand and thinks about how to explain.

"These are the initials of people who are important in my life. My... so to speak, 'support squad'. Those who made me move forward, even when I wanted to stop." - His voice sounded unusually sincere, and you noticed that his gaze had softened.

You nodded, silently considering his words, but he continued, pointing to another tattoo.

"This one is an eye with a crown. It reminds me that you should always see your possibilities. Not to let yourself be broken even when the whole world is against you. And to remember that you are the king of your life." - Jungkook explains. You smiled involuntarily.

"And this?" - You asked, pointing to the small heart on his wrist.

"Oh, that's..." - Jungkook paused for a moment and then laughed, crossing his arms. "It's a reminder that love can be both the best and worst thing in life. It appeared when I thought I knew what love was. But I think I'm still learning."

"You?" - You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Learning to love?"

He looked at you with an expression that was both serious and playful.

"Yes, Y/N. I'd like to learn how to love." - Jungkook replies. Silence falls between you and you feel tense. Does a guy like Jungkook really want to love someone? He can have any girl he wants, but it seems that no one can give him the feeling he wants. Isn't that why he says that? Then you wondered who the "love" he had that made him think it was the "worst thing". You want to ask, but you just turn away. You close your laptop and pack your things.

"I'm going to go." - You say as you get up from the table. Jungkook follows your movements. "On Monday, I'll go to the teacher and tell him the topic. Let's also start working on the project." - You say. You put on your coat, which you hung on a hanger by the table. Jungkook gets up after you.

"You didn't touch the coffee I ordered for you." - He states disappointedly. You look at the cold cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry. I don't drink coffee at night." - You answer. Jungkook walks over to the coat rack and puts on his black coat as well. You watch and don't notice how fascinated you are by him in this black coat, he is so attractive. It seems to you that everything he would wear would look perfect. Is this legitimate?

"Why are you frozen? Let's go, I'll walk you home!" - Jungkook picks up his phone from the table. You pick up your laptop.

"No need. I live nearby." - You say. Jungkook does not react to this statement. That's suspicious. He can't possibly know where you live, right?

"So what? It's late, I can't let you go alone." - He takes the bag from your hands and invites you to leave.

"I came here alone when it was already dark." - You argue.

"I'm glad you got here safely. But I'll be worried if I let you go alone." - Jungkook says and you laugh.

"So you're afraid I won't pay you back?" - You joke as you catch up with Jungkook. You go outside and it's even colder.

"Yeah, let the world fall, but you have to pay me back." - He jokes and you laugh. You wonder how your normal routine was disrupted by one person. You realize that maybe these two weeks will be the hardest in your life. Jungkook's strange offer, working on the project, and his annoying interest. Is this the horror you hope you'll withstand? Doesn't fate have anything else in store for you?

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[zara-renata]

jumping up and down pls pls pls tell me your thoughts on caleb’s lore in the main story and what u think after going through his memoria and bond. as soon as they brought up the chip in the main story i wanted to throw my ipad bc i thought they were gonna do the whole “oh he’s not actually like that his mind is twisted from the chip” thing. but then he directly addressed that idea so i was like ok wow i guess not but everyone seems to think he is actually being controlled by the chip??? idk

heey thank you for this ask, i have a lot of thoughts as usual, thank you for asking <3 just a note: i wholly accept the gege caleb is your adopted brother aspect of his story like in the CN, KR, and JP versions, so i'm referring to him as mc's brother below. you can switch out brother for childhood friend; in either case, mc has a deeply rooted relationship with him.

First off, if I had a braincell I might have worried about the chip controlling his brain as a plot device, but I got the yandere vibes from him before he blew up, so that didn't even occur to me. But who are these 'everyone' of whom you speak? I don't think he's being controlled by the chip to any extent that matters in regards to his feelings and behavior towards mc. He's actively fighting against the chip's influence with his wildly cute and bizarre little black hole in his brain blocking its further invasion into his mind. the cliffhanger is, can the EVER scientists figure out a way to work around the block he's thrown up to actually exert control over him? The answer will be -> fuck if I know, I've never played an infold/PG game to later stages, but this is a dating sim, i'm assuming he'll be fine.

But I do think that all of his obsession about MC is wholly his own. His only wish in high school was MC's name -> MC herself. His need to protect her, to provide for her, all his own. he's been wearing a mask his whole life, he tells MC straight up that 'maybe this is how i've always been' because that's who he has always been. he's just finally "done playing these games" and is finally unapologetic about what he wants and is tired of fighting himself in getting it. I love him so much for it. "I know best, I'm the only one who can do this for you, and i'm going to do it whether you like it or not." and then if MC refuses to listen to him, if she pushes back, he looks like a kicked puppy and still keeps doing it. He's Like That without the chip. Is what he's doing okay? No man, this is unhealthy as fuck. if you want a healthy relationship based on mutual trust and support, you don't lie to and drug your sister-girlfriend. you don't urge her to be a hunter and then not trust that she can also take care of herself. you don't loom outside the cafe she's out at friends with and scare her friends into thinking you're some kind of abusive controlling asshole. I mean, unless you're caleb, and he doesn't care, he's finally owning his red flags. But I think it's fabulous to see his pikachu face when MC is like, i don't know you anymore, I might not want to see you for awhile, i'm pissed that you're still treating me like a defenseless little girl when i'm a trained killer now too. he deserves to look like that after all the shit he pulls. i like that infold just takes him right to the edge but doesn't push him over into 'okay this isn't fun anymore' territory with all of his core traits and motivations. he does let her go in the end, he lets her get in the airplane, escape the cage he's dying to put her in. with just the little card, begging her forgiveness, the forgiveness she promised him years ago.

But i digress. I really like the main storyline, but it's not without its flaws. So the things I liked: i'm shocked and happy that they made him full on yandere with the drugging mc and locking her in the house and then locking her in the infirmary and sidelining her at every opportunity in order to protect her. Those parts were great. I think the main story line was a wonderful showcase of how him as a character. I love his tenderness, and his suffocating presence were really well done. I loved how unhinged he is when MC says she doesn't need him, and he knocks over the apples and is laughing in breathless disbelief. Unmasked caleb = hot and a little scary. but please note! even when he's really upset, he does not hurt her! he's a hell of a lot more gentle than sylus! just, you know, throwing that out there.

What I didn't like: I thought that the plot was kind of all over the place. and like they often do in games like these, they nerfed MC in order to emphasize caleb's personality and traits and strengths. the whole mia and kevi storyline was a tragedy, and MC made some stupid-ass choices in it for an elite hunter. Like, the parallels with CalebMC were really clumsy, it felt a bit exploitative because they were such little kids, and for me its only value was highlighting how little Caleb cares about collateral damage in his quest to protect MC. He does not give a fuck if a little girl just like MC dies, as long as MC herself lives. That's some stone-cold villain shit, and I like it. They gave me my green flag with Sylus, I'm happy to have someone with such chilling aspects to his character as a nice balance. ALSO with the main storyline: Look, I love the other LIs. But Zayne, you're green grass, you're so lovely, but i am here for my toxic brother-boyfriend, why are you showing up and making me love how gentle and tender you are, genuinely are, unlike the fucked up walking disaster of a man i'm absolutely swooning over, who is gentle and tender in the way a child is when accidentally suffocating carefully-caught butterfly under a glass bell. Go on zayne, back to akso, I want more of the insecure border collie/german shepard crossbreed puppy masquerading as a colonel.

So because I am mainly interested in this game for the characters and their relationships to MC, I don't really mind that my low expectations for the the actual plot of the game tend to be proven correct and leave so much to be desired. but, If the plot was perfect I wouldn't feel the need to write fic to fix it, so I'm not too upset.

Another thing I hated, but I knew i'd hate: their reunion was so tepid. MC's joy in seeing him again, the relief that he's actually alive, her rage, her grief, everything he put her through in the past year -> like with sylus, glossed over, not addressed to the full extent necessary for a fun story or for emotional catharsis. i thought it was hilarious that mc is like, oh my brother is now a space nazi, and she is immediately ride-or-die, 'i don't even care that you're doing such awful shit, i've got your back no matter what,' even though he put her through so much and reveals himself through the whole main story to be Not The Brother She Knew. Who is this stranger? Apparently MC doesn't care, he wears caleb's face, so she's going to trust him. incredible. stupid. hilarious. but, oh well, that's what fic is for, to fix this nonsense. sidenote: Sylus didn't get this level of benefit of the doubt! MC made him suffer for SO long, suspecting him, not trusting anything he did! justice for sylus! and he had done way less horrible shit than MC watches caleb do!

As for the memoria and the bond: i love that he's been obsessed and nuts about her since high school, long before he left for the DAA. I love that the 4 star cards are all set in the past, but slowly show their growing romantic feelings for each other in high school, and don't just focus exclusively on cute childhood nostalgia. i love that they show how loving caleb is, when he's not wearing his space nazi uniform. because yes he's controlling, possessive, ruthless in a way that not even sylus is, but he really does love mc. he really does want whats best for her, and i think one of his character developments in the game will be learning to let her walk next to him instead of always sidelining her and making her feel less-than as a result. i love that she and caleb fight, and get in spats, and then make up, and he shows all of his emotions on his face. I love that in his memories he tells her that she's beautiful, that he thinks she's amazing. he's so open with his affection for her, and i love that so much, it's heart-fluttering.

Also some more thoughts about Caleb and Sylus I was sharing with @minniestarmj today: i love that caleb and sylus are two sides of the same coin. they're both caretakers, they both are obsessive about mc, they both track her and stalk her, and want what's best for her and to be the ones to give it, but Sylus never considered himself human but slowly finds his humanity in mc, and caleb, if he ever had humanity, slowly loses it because of mc.

they're both brain-empty, only-mc levels of motivation. sylus, though not being human, cares about weaker creatures. caleb only cares about mc, despite being human.

sylus is assured, stable, deeply devoted, MC is his other half, and just as strong and capable as he is. caleb is deeply insecure, unstable, has a trouble keeping a lid on his need for control of and protection of mc. sylus fully respects mc, trusts she can do anything, and is just waiting to step in to support when/if necessary. caleb is fear motivated-i think he does respect, admires, worships mc, but is too afraid of anything happening to her and leaving him alone to give her the freedom she craves/needs.

I love that sylus is the king of control, and can give it up so easily to MC, whereas Caleb is so desperate for control, and is always on the verge of losing it around MC. that's a nice fucking contrast to play with in their respective romances.

All in all, with both Sylus and Caleb, I get my healthy, sweetest beyond measure dragon boy and i get my unhinged yandere cyborg boy, and i love them both very much. i'm happy with the caleb as a character, and all the content they've given us so far. it's a mess, just like him.

So! despite all my bitching i love it and I'm having a great time! Thanks for the ask and making it this far in this rambling diatribe!!

[oogaboogaspookyman]

So i've been having thoughts...

[EVERYTHING]

Another day, another thing to fight over. N is getting tired of this.

"NO NO NO, YOU CHEATED! YOU DEFINETLY CHEATED! YOU DESERVE THOSE EXTRA CARDS I MADE YOU PICK UP!" Uzi pointed fingers at V, who's currently at the front with one lone card. Yes they're playing Uno.

"I AM NOT CHEATING, YOU ROTTEN GRAPE, I'M ALLOWED TO PUT DOWN MORE THAN ONE CARD AT ONCE!" And V pointed fingers back at Uzi like she's being discriminated.

N just spaced out, looking at the front of him with half-lidded, tired eyes like a parent hearing siblings fight over the Xbox. At this point, nobody would deserve to hold the controller and it would be given away to someone more competent than the two of them, more deserving.

Meanwhile Cyn, Uzi's tail, is coiled around a can of oil. She's sipping from it like a kitty cat.

Right in front of my oil can, too. Annoyed expression.

N knows what to do, but it's gonna hurt and be slightly out of character for him, being the golden retriever of the group...

The entrance door to the bunker opens swiftly, and out comes a flying pair of Uzi and V, soon after faceplanting onto the snow ground.

"You're getting back in once you get along, or when it's getting late and i feel like you should get in." And right after N's first piece of dialogue, he closes the door on them.

The pair of girls looked at the now closed door to the bunker liked puppies having been thrown outside. Man N really did that, huh?

Strike one.

"zip it- Yeah! Sure! Whatever N, it's not like we need you or anything!" Uzi shouted back, trying to hide the hurt in the fact she's been pretty disciplined by her own fucking boyfriend.

"Careful with your words, rat." And V, being someone that cares about N a whole awful lot, bit back defensively.

Strike two.

"What are you, her girlfriend now? That's me!" Uzi you're way too smug.

And here we go.

"I USED TO HAVE HIM ALL TO MYSELF BEFORE YOU HAD TO COME ALONG!!"

Uzi's eyes widened and hollowed in shock as V yelled back.

"I HAD WHAT FELT LIKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I TELL YOU, AND I LOST IT ALL TO THIS IDIOT ELDRITCH HORROR THAT TORE US APART AND PUT BACK TOGETHER LIKE TOYS. WE ARE A KITBASHED MESS OF A DRONE SQUAD AND YOU JUST HAVE THE NERVE TO BE A LITTLE SHIT TO ME JUST BECAUSE OF WHAT I AM AND WHAT I DO TO SURVIVE!"

Uzi walked back as V took her steps forward, slowly and menacingly, and while this happens her hands swap out for her signature claws. They're shaking.

"I CARE ABOUT HIM, I CARE SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT HIM, I WANT THE BEST FOR HIM EVEN IF IT MEANT I HAD TO STEP OUT, STAY AWAY FROM THE ONE DRONE I LOVE, AND I CAN'T PROTECT HIM WHEN YOU'RE ACTIVELY MAKING EVERYTHING A PROBLEM!"

She makes one step forward, strong enough to make some snow fly off the ground.

"YOU CONSUMED OUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE AND NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU AND THAT FUCKING THING, CAN'T YOU JUST CUT ME SOME FUCKING SLACK?!"

V's optics start to glitch as tears begin to sprout from them. Her vision blurs.

"DO- DO YOU KNOW HOW I FELT WATCHING CYN HOLDING N'S CORE?! HAVE YOU- HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED HOW I FELT AT ALL?!"

Her voice begins to shake, just like her claws. Just like her entire body.

"I... I-I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE, WH- W- WHAT DO I D-DO TO MAKE YOU TREAT ME WITH B-BASIC FUCKING DECENCY, I REALLY DON'T KNOW!"

Uzi's hands begins to shake, a quiet sob coming out of her throat. Quiet enough to not be heard.

And as soon as Uzi slowed down to a stop, V took the chance to pounce and pin her down onto the snow.

Holy damn.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO AT THIS POINT, TELL ME!!"

V's panting, sounding animalistic, slowed down to a halt as she notices the face on Uzi. She's quietly crying. There are tears in her eyes.

V gets off of the crying drone and looks down on her, guilty. Guilty because you got tired of her antics? Really?

"Get up..."

Uzi, for some reason, obeyed and got up on her feet. Her legs are shaky...

...

A surprise hug from V is given to Uzi. A safe one, as she swapped out her claws for hands. I forget to mention shit sometimes.

"I'm sorry..."

...

"No, fuck that, i should be sorry..." Uzi's voice is so unsteady...

"But-" The sobbing drone held onto V's back tighter. "You need him more than i do and- and i took him from you b-because you did a mistake, you deserve to make amends and love him like i do... I'm sorry"

...

"Just let it all out, you need it... You need him more than me, V"

A crying mess of a dissassembly drone is heard screaming her voice away, quickly overpowering Uzi's noise in loudness.

God damn you two...

The two sit down on an abandoned car, the front of it to be specific, both of them in thought of what had transpired...

"What should i do to apologize properly?" V whispered to Uzi. She may or may not have lost a bit of her voice.

"Dude... Your voice..." Uzi looked at V with worry in her eyes.

"My voice doesn't matter, how should i apologize to N properly?"

... Uzi looked away in thought about it... Then back at her. "I think a simple “sorry for everything i did” and a hug will do... Maybe a kiss since you uh... Love him?"

"I can hear you, you don't have to whisper... I'm not gonna kiss him" She just... Stays, looking at the nothingness instead of the night sky, tired.

"Juuuuust a suggestion..." Uzi responded softly, looking back at what's above.

...

Maybe V should try it..? Who knows...

There's a knock on the entrance door to the bunker. N responds to it, and looks at them like a disappointed parent. "Did you two get along now?"

...

Uzi looked away, as did V... They're both seemingly tired. N notices this and immediately his demeanor switches. "Are you- are you doing okay?? Come in, come in, i'm so sorry i really shouldn't have done that-"

"No. I'm sorry, for everything i've done... And yeah let us in" she whispered to N, trying to raise her voice so she could be heard a little more. N notices this and, now worried, decides to let them in.

And now once inside, they head to Uzi's room...

"V, what happened to your voice?? Did you scream??" N is full of fear and worry and guilt, something could've happened and it would've been N's fault it could be anything it could be the worst thing ever it could-

A hug... From V.

"Stop worrying so much, my voice doesn't matter here... I'm sorry."

N puts his arms around her body, hugging back. "Alright... But what happened??"

"Me and Uzi got along... She says she's sorry even though i... We just- we just set aside our differences, okay..?" She pulled back from the hug to look at N in the eye as she spoke. She's smiling...

...

"I hope Uzi gives you what i failed to give you-"

"ROBO-GOD DAMMIT V!" Uzi yelled and pushed V onto N, causing their faces to collide. Causing their lips to collide.

V let out a muffled squeak as she kisses N, and he does the same noise, both from the shock of the kiss, the push, and the fact they've fallen onto Uzi's bed, V on top of N...

V pulls back from the kiss to look at N, shocked. He's feeling just as surprised. "Uhh..." V, for the first time in a long time, blushes so much her visor becomes an LED and feels a gratuituous amount of butterflies in her stomach. And so does N, after a while of thinking his feelings towards V had faded away... Looks like they still remain.

V whips her around to angrily glare at Uzi, who's enjoying the moment of the couple finally being a couple, and that V got what she needed the most.

She takes a deep breath, and gets off of N. "You win this time..." She said, sternly.

"You got what you needed most, can't you just say thanks??" Uzi threw her arms up, offended by V's ungratefulness.

"... As a thank you for forcing me to give a kiss to my ex i might as well return the favour~" Uzi immediately regretted her choices and began to try to run away... But she can't. There's V's tail coiled around her waist. Fuck.

"V NO OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY HOLY SHIT- MMPH!!" Uzi squeaked, and it's muffled from V's lips colliding with her own. She didn't win at all, definetly /sarcasm.

Gross. Annoyed expression.

Once V pulled back, slowly, and smirked at Uzi's reaction. Her visor is overrun with purple blush, overlapping her eyes.

"i definetly didn't like that-" V quickly interrupts her. "Oh yes you did~" and finishes that sentence by licking her lips... "meep!"

"V don't be mean now-"

"I'm not, i'm just giving Uzi a thank you gift~!"

"That's my girlfriend you're kissing? Hellooo??" He said with his hands on his hips. Looks like Uzi's sass rubbed off on N.

"Wanna double team her, then~?" Uzi whined at that, gaining the attention of the two dissassembly drones. They look like cats when you go pspspspsps.

EW! Disgusted expression!

"... We'll do that later~, for now... How about we cuddle? We've had... A harsh day, y'know?" V made an actually nice suggestion. It feels like the first time she does this... Maybe they do need a cuddle session.

Uzi thinks about it... After their most intense interaction and all, it sounds good right about now...

"Sure! I love doing anything that makes my girls happy!" N didn't think about it at all, all cuddles are accepted in his case... "You know what? Why not, let's give it a go..." And Uzi accepted, seeing as N was happy about it... Besides she really needs to chill out too.

N pulls his girls in so that they're resting against him his tail intertwining with V's and his head resting on Uzi's messy wave of purple. He sighs in relief. "Thanks for getting along, you two..."

"Hey Uzi..?" V has one last thing to say...

"mm..?"

"Thank you..."

...

...

Uzi sniffs once and hugs the two of them... Especially V, the most hurt of the group...

And suddenly, V has everything all over again, and she'll make sure that this time... Nothing will take them away. Never again.

[end.]

[prettyboypistol]

Turbo being a protective guard dog over the reader? He definitely views the reader as his own special trophy.

Mine || Turbo x Reader

Turbo was a lot of things: arrogant, rude, cocky, an absolute embarrassment when drunk, but he was also your man and you were always gonna stand by him. You were an updated Player 2/Rival Racer for Turbo-Time, and not to mention a total Turbo fan. As soon as you were uploaded into the arcade, you squealed in glee and gushed over Turbo with such a passion that Turbo instinctively latched onto.

He loved the way you showered him with praise and loved on him, even if the player that controlled you made you get first place, you still congratulated and cheered on Turbo, telling him how you'd never really win against him if you were in charge of yourself.

So, Turbo got attached, so what?! It wasn't a massive deal! You were just his "favorite fan"! But everything was certainly not fine one day, when Turbo realized your attention was on another guy- your praise diverted to Fix-It Felix Jr. of all people! That old goody-two shoes was some annoying brat that you, for some reason, couldn't get enough of. Turbo's code scrambled in bubbling anger as he stared deathly daggers at Felix.

You "took it too far" when you let Felix touch your shoulder in a friendly way. That's how it all started between you two as well. You grabbed Turbo's shoulder. Turbo grit his teeth and finally decided to interrupt.

"Sorry Felix." Turbo smiled through gritted teeth and a glare that could vaporize. "This one here is spoken for. I suggest you scram."

"O-oh well pardon me! I certainly didn't mean to intrude or anything! Heavens know how close you two are!" Felix smiled as he waved goodbye to you, which made the jealousy in Turbo's gut twist deeper.

Turbo leaned in close, in a voice low enough that only you could hear, and whispered:

"Listen dollface, you're not allowed to go flirtin' with other guys like that. Especially not guys like him, got it? You're mine."

Your face tinged a bright pink as you nodded in understanding. Your eyed flitted to the floor as embarrassment overtook you from the closeness- you two were out in public for goodness sake! Turbo huffed out a noise of approval with a smug smile as he slung his arm over your shoulder and guided you back to Turbo Time.

"I think you've had enough adventuring for one day, toots."

[chosaraki]

Being a pregnant wife.

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You were in the room, arranging some papers that were scattered on the table, when you heard Gitae's familiar steps. He entered the room with his firm posture, but something in his gaze had changed. The expression on his face was less impassive and more... tired.

"You're standing again," he observed, the tone of his voice loaded with a concern you rarely saw. He knew that, despite your strength and determination, you needed rest. The pregnancy was at an advanced stage, and he somehow worried about his well-being, but he would never know how to express it in a conventional way.

You smiled softly at him, aware of the way he balanced the emotional distance with an almost discreet care. "I just wanted to end this," you answered calmly. "But I'm already going to rest."

Gitae approached and, with a strong hand, took your shoulders, gently forcing you to turn towards her. His touch, although possessive and firm, had a gentle and cautious touch. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and there was a visible internal fight on his face.

"You've been trying too hard," he said, his voice a little softer than usual. "I can't... I can't lose you or our son. I don't know what I would do without you."

The vulnerability he expressed was rare, a loophole he only showed when he was alone with you, away from the eyes of his subordinates or rivals. The power and control he always exercised over his life and others were momentarily suspended, and he seemed, for a moment, just a man who loved his wife and feared for the safety of his family.

You looked at him, feeling the seriousness of his words. Even if you knew that Gitae did not show his emotions easily, you understood the weight he carried. He was unbeatable for others, but with you, he allowed himself to be more human, more fragile.

"You're doing all this for us," you said, putting your hand on his that was still on your shoulder. "I know that, Gitae. But you also need rest. You don't need to carry the world on your back alone."

He was silent for a moment, as if pondering his words. Gitae's expression was no longer so rigid, and his eyes seemed deeper, as if they wanted to say more than he was able to verbalize.

Finally, he gently pulled you into a hug. The gesture was unexpected, but it was one of his ways of showing that, despite his hardness and his position, he also had a vulnerable place in his heart - a place reserved for you and for the future they were creating together.

His hug was not like the others you had already received from him. It was not controlled, nor authoritarian. It was a hug from someone who allowed himself to be weak, someone who, for the first time, felt the weight of responsibility for the life that was about to begin with his son.

"I just... don't want to lose you," he whispered against your hair, the pain in his voice something he rarely expressed.

You felt the sincerity in his words, and although you knew that he would continue to be the ruthless leader he always was, at that moment, Gitae Kim was just the man who loved his family and wanted to protect her at all costs.

You gently stroked your back, offering a comforting smile. "You won't lose me, Gitae. We're together in this, always."

The silence that followed was comfortable, with only the sound of the rain falling outside, and you knew that, despite the emotional storm that sometimes took over him, he would be by your side - your authoritarian "king" and your vulnerable man at the same time, struggling to balance everything, but willing to share with you the heaviest burdens.

—————————————————————————the tension between Gitae's power and vulnerability is more palpable. He remains the man of strength, but opens up in a way that he rarely does, revealing his fear of losing his family and his desire to share the burden with you. Interaction is a balance between affection and the weight of your responsibilities, and it is precisely this contrast that makes your relationship so intense and full of emotional layers.

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[notmorbid]

the silt verses, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from eskew productions' the silt verses.

there are tides that offer, and tides that seize.

i just couldn't keep going on as i was.

look to yourself first. you can't control how other people see the world.

everyone's walking their own path.

can i trust you to stay?

if you want us to fight, i'm ready to fight.

i've learned to weather as much as i need to.

haven't i given enough of myself to you?

i'm always tired. hasn't stopped me yet.

they couldn't listen, so they didn't know.

i can go. i don't mind going.

take my advice: make sure you're back before nightfall.

this is going to be very painful, like nothing that ever came before. i'm sorry for that.

there's so much out here. so much shape and color and texture and distortion.

there are so many layers of protection against your childhood.

i'm not really sitting here, am i? this isn't really you.

i'm not going to die down here.

you learn to love the wounds as much as what came before them.

i never found a god i could love more than fear.

if it was possible to create something better, someone would have done it already.

the least i can do is send you on your way with a full stomach.

i never had this, growing up.

may your peace find you on a lonely road. may your peace walk on with you for a while.

i'm sorry you've been through so much.

i'm lucky. i do know that.

everything's gonna be okay. i just thought you'd want to know that.

i'm sorry i caused a scene back there.

i don't think i feel the same way i used to.

it's like something has been stolen from me, but i can't tell if i should be grieving for it yet, because i don't know if it's coming back.

i don't understand, but that's okay.

i'm not as simple as you like to make out. i keep trying to tell you that.

i've already apologized twice tonight. i'm not doing it a third time.

i hated you, too.

you're not turning me into an allegory.

i'm sorry. i know that's not what you want to hear from me, but it's the truth.

this thing doesn't come with a face you and i can strike at.

that's my rage to carry. it's my hurt. it's my sorrow. you don't get to share it with me.

stop pretending. stop performing.

you know what hurts most, after all of this? you're still not listening to me.

doesn't that make you ashamed? to scavenge off our lives when they're all we have?

pleased with yourself, are you?

sleep. you've done enough. your work is done.

i wasn't expecting you to be so kind to me.

i thought i must have done something to make you leave.

none of them seem to know what to make of you.

what's in it for you? that's what i don't understand.

i don't think anyone cares who you really are, at this point.

we do have a choice, but it's just one: resist or comply. there is no third option.

it's a hateful thing, isn't it? when it turns out someone really knows you.

i thought your job was to make me talk.

it's good to see you, [name].

[tousey-mousy]

Actually I just wanna reblog this to add:

The correct way to fit an N95 depends on the brand, but usually involves making sure that one of the straps is BELOW the level of your ears and one is ABOVE the level of your ears. This is because N95s really do need to be of the sort that is not fastened using ear-loops, since those loops are notorious for leaking pathogens around the top and bottom of the mask.

Additionally, please do verify that you're wearing a mask that's the correct size for you. I have to do annual mask fit-checks and I am aware that THE ONLY mask I can wear and have it definitely 100% be safe is the 3M Aura, because none of the others are actually wide enough for me. If you are overweight or fat like myself then this may also be true for you, and the "duckbill"-style of masks is unlikely to be suitable for you!

When removing masks:

Please make sure that you DO NOT TOUCH the outside of the mask, at any point. Touching the outside of a mask when removing it is the number 1 way that someone becomes exposed despite wearing an N95 that was properly fitted.

Remove the mask by touching only the straps.

Lift the bottom strap over your head and around before lifting the top strap, OR pull on the place where the strap is joined to the mask body until it snaps off to remove it.

THEN, remove the top strap the same way while holding onto the mask such that it does not swing around and smack your flesh or clothes as it comes off.

Immediately dispose of all removed masks. The whole point of wearing a mask is that you think you are likely to be exposed to airborne pathogens, so DO NOT put a mask back on after it's been removed. If you ABSOLUTELY MUST replace it - as an example, you've had it on for about 20 minutes and now suddenly need a drink of water, so risk of exposure is low - then do so by placing the mask OUTER SIDE UP on a sheet of tissue or paper towel on the table. This is to avoid contaminating the table that you and others are likely to be working and even eating on.

Wash your hands, thoroughly, after removing masks. Either use soap and water if it's available or your hands are visibly dirty with mud, blood, snot etc, or use alcohol for at least 20 seconds if your hands are visibly clean but you've just touched a mask.

Masks are not performance art. Either wear them properly or don't wear one at all. No half-arsing it.

Either you wear one and you wear it SAFELY, or you do not wear one and don't contribute to the massive increase in pollution and litter that's spiked as a result of COVID masking.

Ultimately, I do not mask in public because I do not see the point. There's limited evidence that it works unless you go balls-to-the-wall hard about it, and that's simply too expensive for me to justify. Surgical masks are not suitable for environments where you're concerned about droplets or especially airborne pathogens - and this is coming from someone who spends her day, multiple times a day, walking into rooms marked BIOHAZARD, USE DROPLET/AIRBORNE PROTECTIONS UPON ENTERING THIS SPACE.

I spent part of today in a mycobacterium lab - that is, a room in which many of the petri dishes were confirmed to be growing tuberculosis bacteria. You fucking bet we were wearing masks, and protective gowns, and we were touching NOTHING that wasn't clean. We are not people who take infection controls lightly: infectious disease management is a form of warfare, against an enemy who does not want to die and - in the case of TB and measles and other fun pathogens like those - wishes quite fervently to kill you. I wear masks when I need to. I just don't think that there's any benefit, at this point, to wearing one to walk down a random city street.

Do you still mask to mitigate infection risk?