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[sam-dugesian]

I guess I promised so Here's a review on the '24 roundup of Surge's furry meme's.

I'm going to disappoint people i don't care about.

Let's go.

you are here

what a great start.

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but hey i've read to the end

and pot/kettle, Rambley.

and i am under no illusion that i'm not a cunt.

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shall i get out the old ban hammer?

also

you literally just told me to hold your gun.

don't mind if i do.

now if you don't mind, stop hiding behind a female persona, Mister artist.

Yes, it is a man. I checked.

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this shows that for one you have no confidence in yourself, and secondly that you hold people with talent in high regard.

this shows that once you know you can get what you want, you have no guilt in abusing your connections with others.

let me show you what i did.

artist is treated as my equal, not above or below me. yes, even before i was famous. you are not better than me simply because you have a talent. we all have a purpose to serve. get in line like the rest of us.

Now they have earned my respect due to their previous actions. I treat them like they deserve to be treated for their kindness. Also, why would you commission someone 20 times? You guys need to get laid, I'm serious.

Don't believe me you can ask the artist in the pic. They know how I roll. Me and Lynx go WAY back.

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lol sucks for you to be lacking confidence. i'm always making small penis jokes about my own 8 inches. yes, i know that would mean i probably have to have both big bones and hyper-mobility. guess what medical conditions i have. trust me, it sucks. i can't get on a busy train without getting weird looks. if you squeeze past me it's very noticeable. i don't wear sweatpants for the same reason the rest of you do. if i wear jeans in public i'd be arrested for indecent exposure. big pp is not the way, bro.

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"i am going to stare intently at this thing i desire, but show visible disgust so that nobody thinks i'm into it."

bro still looked, chat.

bro still looked.

me i turn away. it's more respectful and i genuinely have no interest. oh no i'm not asexual or nothing. i'm just not that easy. get on my level.

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gees.

and i'm supposed to be the one that's bad at socializing.

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T_T

boy you gotta be content starved to even bother with this.

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do i need to explain the furries having no game trope?

i mean, this is just a circle jerk of fail at this point.

one i'm gladly not part of.

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yeah.

making you choose between how you want to be known.

being anonymous made you feel so powerful.

i have nothing to hide.

i'm no creep and i'm proud to be socially unacceptable.

oh no, i'm being cringe with confidence.

point and laugh if you like.

i have far more good friends and a damn fine fanbase.

sucks to be you.

see you in '25 ;p

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sorry guys but

to quote the Douglas kids

"Win or die"

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eat a dictionary.

my guys know.

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to be continued...

[emotsper]

Hi!!!!!!!!

You’re like the szai person on tumblr, and even tho I’ve been playing proseka for like two years, I still don’t read a lot of the stories………

So as the certified szai tumblr person, since you kinda own the tag, would you like to explain to me why szai is such a popular ship? I really didn’t read much of anything…

Have fun!!

let me be brief (1/350) (no bc its actually gonna be a long ramble. apolocheese.) (also sorry if formatting is awful im a mobile user and I literally just type whatever)

FOR REAL THOUGH. PLEASE JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND READ MMJ MAINSTORY...... not only its a good source of szai cocaina you get to experience the entire mmj mainstory. i was normal before mmj mainstory and i was less normaler after mmj mainstory.

it simply went even more downhill when i read tenshi no clover. genuinely the one event story that first made me cry (second one was ice drop event but thats a bit biased)

okay now lets get to the main meat of it. szai.

admittedly i was kind of normaler early on but one of my tipping point was Chasing the radiance event especially chapter 7. please read/watch it. please. this specific chapter sent me into my trip of insanity when it comes to szai. it also opened my eye to specific scenes in their side stories/mmj mainsto that i skimmed early on especially bc im a jp only player so fan tls may not be super accurate back then 💔

to start off, airi was a girl that was often made fun of for being tomboyish, and seeing idols for the first time made her feel a glimmer of hope that maybe she can also bring hope to other people. she finally manages to reach her goal and became an idol after several of failed auditions (very deserved especially after her hard work) while shizuku became an idol purely out of luck from the idol grand prix context her friends convinced her to join 😭😭 From the start their relationship feels a little bit doomed with how jealousy is kind of unavoidable from airis side. but against all odds, you get to see airi go to shizuku and cheering her up by giving shizuku her towel and telling her to wipe those tears especially with such a pretty face like hers (MACHINE CLANG CLANG RACK SFX) they are so crazy for this. especially when you realize that shizuku kept the towel until now. (the towel is her area upgrade item)

from this point, airi thought nothing much of shizuku yet other than her being her new rival (and that shes rly pretty) but shizuku sees airi as her main reason to keep going in this idol stuff at that time, and that was enough.

(okay purely for this next part im forgetting a bit so do remember it may not be fully accurate 🙏)

after training minori for awhile, szai went thru a mini divorce arc where airi was telling minori that being an idol isnt all fun and games and that minori should consider quitting, continuing on with how she flopped in the industry bc she was more popular as a reality show figure. but shizuku disagreed and kept saying how airi was an idol through and through and that she shouldn't have quit, but that just tipped airi off and she shouted at shizuku, unloading all her pent up jealousy that she had for awhile now. iconic as hell scene in the most angsty way possible.

u can easily tell this wasn't received well by shizuku. at all. airi you done fucked up. shizuku left her idol group the next day.

(addendum i forgot to add. shizuku truly believed that airi was the first and if not, the only person who sees shizuku as shizuku hinomori herself, without all the idol filter that people plastered on her. so when airi admitted that she was jealous w shizuku getting everything good in the industry, that basically broke shizuku. (color of myself is a nice one to read when it comes to this 🙏 also the i am we are event is a crazy good conclusion to shizukus current arc))

at this point airi realizes just how much shizuku was influenced by her past actions without her fully knowing about it. girl you done fucked up.

this scene is still one of the biggest and strongest kryptonite for szai fans. especially with what happens after.

after confronting shizuku about her choice knowing full well its airis fault, airi, angry at herself, goes immediately to cheerful*days training place (she knows the place since theyve kinda shared the spot iirc) while the rest of mmj follows. she started threatening arisa and almost threw punches but she held back and told the rest of cheerful*days that shizuku is more of an idol than everyone in the room (i may be hallucinating this one. do lmk)

they finally leave the place, and both apologies to each other. at the same time, they both admitted that they were each others idol

and then shizuku goes to tackle hug airi. what the queer

that only concludes the mainstory section btw. upon realizing it may be too much of a recap instead of actual explanation ill be brief w the rest of it (keep in mind i dont read EVERY szai story, just ones i was made aware of bc im playing on jp and story content is a bit harder to see/consume)

Main szai crazies for szai fans

1. chasing the radiance ch7. airi yet talks again about how shizukus hands are slender and elegant while hers are short and chubby (she compared her hands to a manju) and shizuku was mad at her about this and went on a long tangent about how airis gentle hands were the ones who pushes minori and shizuku forward when they think they couldn't.

this is probably the fifth time ive read this story and it still gets me. i hate these fruitsssss. please read the full chapter ive linked it near the start this chapter is so special to me.

2. my ideal idol (airi 5, jp only event for now)

Bro i Dont Even Know What Else To Say. Just Look At This Card

but if we're being serious . lets talk about this one specific card and the story shall we.

this card was a blast to the past; pre-mmj szai again.

we start off with present mmj getting ready for their turn in the joint performance with a new junior idol group that they were paired with. airi was a bit nervous and shizuku noticed it. so she offered to do something that would hopefully lessen the nervousness for both of them. shizuku softly puts her head on airis back and whispered several word of encouragements. shizuku reminisces to the past.

pre-mmj szai. shizuku was very nervous as she was waiting for her first performance ever as an idol. airi was also there, and it was going to be her first too. airi shows up to say hi to shizuku but she noticed that shizuku was really nervous and at the verge of crying. airi knew she had to do something and told shizuku to turn around, shizuku did. shizuku lets out a little surprised yelp as she feels airis hands and head pressing against her back. she could hear airi muttering some encouragement but we never get to hear what the words were, only that shizuku thought about how warm airis hands were. (i need to be euthanized)

back to the present, shizuku says that she hopes that this gesture can somehow "repay" for what airi did to her back then. i think im losing it. sorry

OKAY IM DONE IM DONE ITS ALMOST 1 AM MY BRAIN IS NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE IF I KEEP TYPING..... my brain can handle so little. anyways i hope this wall of text ramble can convince u to read mmj mainsto and consume more mmj stories........ i admit its not perfect or whatsoever bc i haven't read the mmj mainstory for awhile and i have a wee memory issue thats paired with my deafness so. yeah. enjoy. haha.

[seospicybin]

TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (12,7k words)

Author's note: Sorry for making you guys wait so long for this one but hope you like it? Be careful with the angst though >,<

LANA: [Chimes] It's quite clear from their multiple rule breaks that they're not taking this process seriously. What they don't know is that this is their last chance to prove they're here for the right reasons. If they fail in the suite, then their time at the retreat will be over.

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"Oh?"

You gasp in awe at the romantic setting in the private suite, with candles lit and the sight of the bed scattered with rose petals on top. You turn to look at Seungmin and delightfully sigh, "This is nice!"

You waddle to the end of the bed to grab a bucket of chilled champagne, handing the bottle to Seungmin so he can open it for you.

Feeling mischievous, he holds the bottle with both hands and aggressively shakes it with a devilish smirk on his face.

"What are you doing? Why are you— Ow!" You squeal as the wine sprays out of the bottle and you reflexively take a step away to avoid the spillage.

You already know that's something he'd most likely do and only laugh at it, holding the glasses high so he can fill them with the white wine.

"Cheers!" You both exclaim, clinking the champagne flutes together before taking a sip.

You look around the room and notice all the things displayed on the bedside tables, a whole bowl of condoms, a selection of sex toys and you take a closer look to read the bottles, finding out they are lubricant and massage oil.

You pick up a heart-shaped whip and swing it in the air, "Are you going to use it on me?"

Seungmin leans against the frame of the bed, "I'll think about it," he coyly answers.

Everyone else must be restless with the two of you are alone in a private suite and potentially break more rules but that's something you can think about later. For now, you want to enjoy your time here with Seungmin and he's looking effortlessly hot in his fitted white shirt that enhances his broad shoulders.

You walk back to your champagne and stand in front of Seungmin, putting your hand on his waist as you ask, "So, what's our game plan?"

He calmly sips his wine and holds it down, "I think we should keep our clothes on," he suggests.

You let out a low chuckle at his foolproof suggestion and sip your wine.

Seungmin puts his glass away and comes up with an idea, "Stay here!"

You obey him and stand where you are as he pulls the duvet, sending the rose petals littering the bedroom floor. He then takes your wine glass and starts putting it around you. You're laughing as he keeps wrapping you in the duvet and with your hands stuck to your sides, limiting your mobility.

"This is your best plan?" You doubtfully ask.

He nods as he observes his work then smiles in satisfaction, "We're not going to rule break," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side and sigh, walking in tiny steps to plop down on the end of the bed. Just from walking a few steps away, you can already feel your body heating, "Then how am I going to drink?"

He finishes his wine to help you drink yours, instead of taking your glass, he grabs the bottle.

"Open your mouth!" He says.

It's unclear why you always submit to his wishes, you open your mouth and slightly tilt your head to the back. Slowly, he pours the wine into your mouth.

Seungmin is softly laughing at how you allowed him to do this to you and he hurriedly tips the bottle as the wine spills out of the corner of your mouth.

You burst into laughter once you swallow the wine with your chin wet with the sweet wine, "I can't even wipe it," you whine.

"I'll help you," he says, holding your face by the chin and he leans in to lick it clean.

Since it is not against the rule, you let his hot tongue lick the corner of your mouth then wipe it with his thumb after. Frankly, that feels a lot more sensual than a kiss.

"I'm getting hot," you honestly tell him, feeling your neck and back start to damp with sweat.

Seungmin knows that you also meant it figuratively, that your body not only getting hot outside but also inside. A smirk forms on his angular face that takes his attractiveness to a whole another level.

"I know," he casually says as he gulps the rest of his wine.

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YOU: Lana, I can only handle so much. Sharing a bed with him is already hard and now you let us alone in the suite?

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"Seungmin!" You softly call from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a bathrobe on.

With the open bathroom, Seungmin sits on the bed and watches you dipping your hand in the warm, scented water to get the bath ready for both of you.

"You know what time it is, Seungmin?" You ask with a seductive daze.

Seungmin is too busy watching you to answer you, he leans back and spreads his legs open as you come up to him. You slowly walk with your hips swinging, teasing him with the ties around your bathrobe. Leaving only a few feet of space, you stop in front of him and answer your own question.

"It's sexy time!" You announce, untying your bathrobe and letting it fall onto the floor, exposing your naked body except for the thin white underwear you're wearing.

You put all of your hair to the back and then take another step closer to him, presenting yourself to him with eyes that stir something inside of him.

Seungmin tries too hard to remain calm but how? You look so undeniably beautiful and sexy, he wants to make love to you and ruin you at the same time.

You take his hand and put it on your left hip, "Do you like what you see?"

He wants to test his limits so he bravely puts his other hand on your waist, drawing you closer until you sit, straddling him on the edge of the bed, "I'd like it more if I can touch it," he answers.

You put your hands around his neck and drop your voice low, "You can touch," you say.

Then tilt your head to the side as you continue talking, "But it comes with a price."

He uses his knuckle to rub it up and down your spine, feeling how soft you are under his touch. He draws a breath and slowly lets it out.

"New game plan," he suddenly announces.

"Okay, let's hear it," you enthusiastically respond.

"How much do we have left?"

"Of the prize money?"

He nods to answer your question.

"70 grand something," you vaguely answer.

He rests his hand on the arch of your back as he uses his other hand to support himself, "How much for sex?"

"40 grand," you shortly answer.

He bobs his head as he calculates everything in his head, "If we had sex then what can we do with the rest of the money?"

You let out a chuckle hearing his rough calculation that goes against the initial plan, "You want to spend all of it?"

"Why not?" He coyly answers.

There's no use in making his answer make sense so you play along with him, "I mean... we can use it to give each other head?" You give him ideas.

He places his hands on each side of your waist, planting his fingers deep in the flesh, "And that would be how much?"

"Mmh... like 20 to 30 grand, I think?" You wildly guess.

He likes how your hand softly scratches the hair on the nape of his neck as you speak and he's afraid that he'll be too relaxed to even think about the money at stake. He decides to put his arms around you once more and clasps them together on your back.

"And we'll still have $4,000 left..." he simply resolves, tightening his hold around you and sending your breasts squashed between your chests.

"Before we get to do all that..." you pause to place a kiss on his neck and tilt your head to the side, "The bath is ready."

With another soft kiss on his jaw, you slowly get off his lap and hold your hand out at him, leading him to the bathroom. You turn around and place your hands on his chest, begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"I know how to take my shirt off," he says, taking the duty off you.

You narrow your eyes at him as he unbutton the rest and when Seungmin thinks you'll find something else to do, you hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, then pull him close.

"Let me help you take this off then," you murmur, swiftly popping open the button of his jeans then slowly, you unzip the fly.

Seungmin subtly smirks at you and continues parting open his shirt, putting his shirt away next to the sink. He hurriedly takes your hands away from anywhere near his crotch and puts them around his waist instead.

"I'm just trying to help," you innocently say with a sly smile.

He knows exactly what you're doing. You want to tease him, test him, and keep pushing him to the limit but you know what? You're not going to be the only one having fun here.

Without warning, he puts his arms around you and lifts you bridal-style, you're squealing not knowing that he's about to put you into the bathtub. The water sloshes out of the tub but Seungmin is too busy laughing at how the water gets all over you, but he didn't expect to get this view of your body drenched and soaked in scented, milky white water.

You splash water at his legs as a way to try to get back at him but Seungmin, an athlete with a good reflex he is, quickly steps away to avoid it.

"I'm just trying to help," he says back to you with a coy smile.

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SEUNGMIN: No, I'm still not going to break any rules with her.

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"Which one are you going to use?"

Seungmin probably doesn't hear you as he's focusing on which sex toy he wants to use on you, observing every toy meticulously like he's never seen it before.

He picks up the fuzzy handcuffs and hands them to you, "Here."

You take it from him and laugh as he gives an unclear instruction on whether he wants you to wear it or want you to put it on him.

"What do you want me to do with it?" You ask, sitting in the middle of the bed dressed in the tiniest night dress you took with you to the private suite.

Seungmin ignores your question again as he rummages through the tray of sex toys. After a moment, he puts his attention back on you, "Put it on!"

You're confused as to why he's not the one doing it, "Why don't you...?"

He gets on it, puts the handcuffs around your wrists, and makes sure it's locked.

"Oh, I've never been handcuffed before," you share while checking the strength of the cuffs around your wrists.

"Me too," Seungmin says.

"You're going to get handcuffed next," you blurt out.

"No," he deadly refuses.

"That's not fair!" You complain.

Seungmin seems to have settled his decision on the sex toy, picking up the heart-shaped leather whip with him as he climbs onto the bed.

"Get on your four!" He orders.

"Why?" You ask yet you're obeying him, propping your elbows and knees against the mattress.

Seungmin places his hand on the nape of your neck before dragging it down, tracing the arch of your back. Just the simplest of his touch is enough to send a shudder down your spine. He grabs a fistful of your silk night dress and lifts it to your waist, exposing your bare butt in thin black underwear.

You look over your shoulder to see what he's doing, "Be nice, pl—"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he uses the leather whip to land a slap on your buttcheek, "Oh!" You gasp in surprise.

You're still processing the first slap when he lands another one on the other butt cheek and skin slapping sound echoes in the room, "Oh..." you gasp again.

It stings a little but bearable, you wiggle your butt and decide to provoke him, "Harder, come on!"

Seungmin glides the leather whip down your thigh and slaps you there, twice and harder as you ask.

"Harder! Don't be shy!" You encourage.

It doesn't take long for Seungmin to get the hang of it, discovering your sensitive places with the leather whip and enjoying every second of it. When he hears you yelp in pain though, Seungmin abruptly stops to check on you, "Did it hurt?"

"Mmm-hmm," you confirm with a hum.

He then uses his hand to rub the skin, it works to soothe the pain but feeling his big hand rubbing your butt cheek makes you flutter inside.

"I'm going to continue, okay?" He says, indirectly asking for your consent.

"Can you grab the pillow for me first, baby?" You sweetly ask.

He does what you said, taking the pillow and placing it under you as you get tired from propping your elbows against the bed.

You hold the pillow under your chest but keep your ass jutting up for him, "Okay, you can continue now," you tell him.

You feel his hand rubs up the back of your leg and stops at the back of your knee, "Open your legs a little wider," he orders.

You immediately obey, putting a gap between your legs and adjusting yourself to the new position, "How long are we going to do this?" You casually ask as Seungmin is touching you all over with the leather whip.

"Until I finish," he simply answers.

"Then when are we going to spend the $40,000? I thought we— OW!" You yelp again as he slaps your inner thigh without you knowing.

He knows where your limit is and only slaps you hard enough that you can tolerate it, but it seems like he doesn't want to keep going, he only uses the leather whip to touch you. It's getting dangerous that it's going between your legs and he rubs it against your clothed core, making you giggling in response.

"Baby, I'm getting horny here," you shamelessly admit.

But that makes him want to tease you more as he lands a gentle slap on your clothed core.

"Oh..." you moan.

There's no stopping him now that he knows your sensitive spot, you let your body collapse onto the bed and shut your legs as a way to stop him.

"That's enough," you tell him, burying your face in the pillow to hide your flustered face.

He gets rid of the whip and hovers on top of you, his hand removing the hair covering your face so he can place a kiss on your cheek, "We're going to spend $40,000, remember?" He murmurs close to your ear.

Seungmin holds your hair so he can plant his mouth on your neck and places kisses there, hot and wet like your situation down under.

You lowly giggle as he switches to the other side of the neck and does the same thing, he doesn't hesitate to put his body on top of you as he kisses your neck.

"Mmh... baby," you breathlessly moan.

Even though you're handcuffed, you keep gripping the pillow to resist the urge to touch him. You start to your senses the more he plants kisses on you.

"We have to be good," you remind him.

"We have to— Oh!" Your eyes are fluttering open and close as he nibbles on your ear.

"We have to what?" He asks with his hot breath fanning your cheek.

You rake your brain to recall what you were trying to say to him earlier, it takes you a minute to finally get it, "We have to get those watches, baby," you say.

His body is pressing on you yet you like how you can feel his whole body behind you, including his hardening member against his boxer. He curves his arm around your neck and grabs your chin, turning your head at him so he can make a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Fuck the watches," he says with his lips only inches away from yours.

You have your eyes closed the whole time but you dare yourself to open them, looking at him as you say, "Mmh, yeah, fuck the watches."

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YOU: I really want the watch but... [shrugs][smirks]

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It must be the nicest sleep you ever had because why it feels like it was only a minute ago you went to sleep and you already woke up again. It couldn't get better as you wake up to Seungmin looking like a fluffy puppy with his bare face and tousled hair, you can't help but smile at the sight of him.

"Morning, fluffy baby," you croak.

Seungmin opens his eyes for a second then turns over on the bed, resting his head on your chest, and closes his eyes again.

"Do you want to go back to the villa?" You randomly ask as you play with his dark hair.

He doesn't answer but quietly breathes, syncing it with the falling and rising of your chest.

"You know what, let's just stay here," you playfully say with a quick kiss on the top of his head.

A few minutes pass with Seungmin taking a short nap on your chest, he drags himself out of the duvet and sits with his back against the headboard.

You follow suit, sitting next to him and gently resting your head on his shoulder, quietly relishing all the feelings from last night.

As you look at him, you're fluttering inside and it's been like that since last night, like a kaleidoscope of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

"Last night was amazing, don't you think?"

"Mmh," he hums in agreement as his mouth is full of water.

You put your hand on his and it turns into comparing hand sizes, surely, his hand is bigger than yours and that's exactly why you like it.

You like it more when his hands are on you, touching you all over like he did last night, his fingertips on your skin. What you like the most though is how he knows when to be rough and when to be gentle, or how to mix those two to make you all sort of things.

"I'll always remember it," you mutter with a delightful sigh.

He turns his head at you, "Remember what?"

"Last night," you answer.

"As what?" He asks with a sly smile on his face.

The sun is shining bright outside but his smile is brighter. You can't help but smile too and before he notices, you quickly clear your throat.

"As the first time I got handcuffed," you answer.

Seungmin nods in approval of your answer. He takes another sip of water and licks his lips after.

"We should spend $30,000 before we go," he says.

It's not about the money anymore, you feel a bit sad that your alone time with him is going to end soon. Then again, how can you say not to get a head from him?

You put the duvet away and spread your legs open, "You can take the first turn to give me head."

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YOU: Last night, having Seungmin all to myself... whew! [Fans neck]

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As the two of you are having breakfast on the balcony, Seungmin can see that everyone is heading to the cabana and that could only mean one thing: Lana is calling them there.

"They're going to the cabana," Seungmin informs you.

You dust off your hands and join him, looking down from the balcony to see everyone is already gathered in the cabana.

"Oh, fuck..." your curse gradually turns into a low sigh.

"We should tell them right away," he suggests because admitting it right away is a safer choice, or that's what Seungmin reckons.

You tug at the sleeve of his t-shirt and meekly say, "I'm scared."

Seungmin understands what you feel but there's no need to be scared, you're not the only one doing it, you're in it with him. He places his hand on the small of your back, "We got this," he comforts you.

The trip to the cabana is like a drag down to hell, Seungmin can see that you're tempted to retreat the closer it gets to the destination. He firmly holds you back and encourages you to keep going.

"We can do this," you mutter to yourself before entering the cabana.

"There they are!" Adriana exclaims at the sight of the two of you.

Everyone must have been waiting and anticipating, he can feel the intensity of the situation which is a contrast to what he felt back in the private suite.

"Why do you look guilty?" Lili innocently asks you.

Adriana scoots forward on her seat and clasps her hands together in front of her, "Why aren't you looking at me?"

You answer with a shrug then take a seat next to Seungmin and face the cone on the table.

Thankfully, Tom sits on the far end of the sofa from Seungmin. However, he can feel his laser glare at him, boring a hole in between his eyes.

"I hope you guys didn't do anything I wouldn't do," Tom says in all seriousness.

You both decide to stay quiet and Seungmin offers his hand for you to hold which you gladly take.

Not long after, Lana lights up and chimes.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" A few are replying to her.

Seungmin's heart skips a beat when Lana calls both of your names right after the opening greeting. This is it, he tells himself to get ready for what's coming.

"Last night, I gave the two of you a test to see if they could make a deeper connection without surrendering to their physical desires."

Seungmin turns your hand over on his lap and slips his fingers between yours to intertwine it together.

"If successful, they would each be given a watch. If unsuccessful, not only would they not be given their watches, but the usual fines for rule breaks would be deducted," Lana reminds everyone what is at stake here.

"Additionally..."

Wait, additionally? There's another thing to this? What is Lana not telling you both? Seungmin hates being kept in the dark like this and his heart starts to race in his chest.

"What?" You ask in a panicked voice.

"There's something I did not tell you," Lana confirms Seungmin's fear.

You drop your head on his shoulder and whine, "Oh, no..."

"After numerous rule breaks, I wanted to know how committed they were to my process. That's why if they fail to adhere to my rules in the suite, proving that they're not here for the right reasons, I will be sending them home."

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SEUNGMIN: Wow! That's a plot twist.

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How could Lana do this to you?

She sent you to the private suite and told you nothing about sending you home if you messed up. That wasn't a part of the deal, the deal is either you get the watch or not. And obviously, you don't want to go home, not when things are going well with Seungmin.

"You were very busy last night," Lana discloses to everyone.

Elliott chuckles and looks at you, "You went a little naughty, did you?"

You skip on answering and look away, getting back to the matter at hand.

"The question is did you break the rules?"

You admit you did a lot of things in the private suite with Seungmin, in fact, you did too many that you weren't sure if any of them were against the rules or not. At this point, you can't know if you're safe so you can only hope that Lana has mercy on you.

"Please pick up the packages to find out your fate!" Lana orders.

You don't notice the gift boxes on the table until Lana tells you to pick them up. You let out a breath before picking up yours as Seungmin takes his gift box as well.

"Watches mean you have passed. Tickets home mean you have failed."

This is it... you either get the watch and continue growing your connection with Seungmin or you go home. You turn your head at Seungmin and exchange a look with him, seeking encouragement from him.

Seungmin signals you with a nod and at once, you both open the lid and find the watches inside. You show the content to everyone and everyone bursts out cheering. Lili and Adriana come and hug you while Seungmin takes a lap of celebration, giving everyone a high-five as he goes.

Everyone gets back to their seats after the short celebration of money stay intact and no one is going home, including you. You and Seungmin help each other put the watches on.

"Congratulations! You may move to the next stage of the retreat."

Not only you have successfully passed the test but everyone acknowledging that what you and Seungmin have is not merely a physical connection feels like an exceptional achievement. Overflowing with happiness, you press a kiss on Seungmin's cheek and immediately rub the lipstick mark with your thumb.

"Please use your time wisely," Lana ends the session.

-

YOU: I got the watch, bitches!

-

After last night, Seungmin is convinced that what he has for you is more than just an infatuation or a passing fancy. He feels something close to something real which he hasn't felt in a long time. He obviously likes you, he's comfortable with you and even though the two of you are together, you always respect him and his boundaries. You're not taking things seriously but at the same time, you're someone he can have earnest talks with and that's something he rarely finds in a person.

He is not one to doubt his feelings, he knows what this feeling is and he wants to let you know that.

What you'll do with it, it's entirely up to you but he's not going to lie that he's nervous about how well you're going to take it.

The hand scratching the hair behind his ear startles him from his deep thoughts.

"You're so quiet," you say with your breath tinted with the sweet smell of the wine you're drinking.

He only realizes that he's in the presence of other people and sharing the sofa with Adriana and Vale with Devon and Elliott also there cuddling on the other sofa.

"What's on your mind?" You softly ask while caressing the hand resting on your stomach.

As he sits next to you with your back facing him, Seungmin leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Let's have a chat?"

Your eyes waver like you just heard a piece of bad news, "Right now?"

Seeing that everyone else is engaged in a talk and you're a part of it, Seungmin thinks it's not the right time to pull you aside. He certainly can do it later.

"No, it's okay, we can do it later," he says with a soft rub down your arm.

But you seem to sense the urgency in his words, you stop resting your back against him and look at him, "Let me finish my wine first," you say.

You drain your glass of wine and pull down the hem of your dress before getting up from the sofa.

Seungmin chooses the bedroom since everyone else is out of the house and the two of you sitting on the end of your shared bed, facing each other. You're nervously picking at the tassels of the cushion as you're waiting for Seungmin to start talking and after a moment, you ask, "It's not something serious right?"

He lets out a chuckle as he brushes his hair to the back only for his hair to fall back on its place, "Serious as in..."

"I don't know. Maybe you suddenly grow feelings for Tom?" You jokingly say with a crisp laughter followed after.

He props his hand against the bed, sending him into the same eye level with you, "Your guess is almost right," he says.

"Oh?" You think for a moment and come up with a different guess, "Is it... Blake?"

He lets out a laugh and starts playing with the tassels on the cushion you're holding on your lap, "I grow feelings for you," he finally lets out in a very casual manner.

But that seems to take you aback that you only blink your eyes and look at him with a blank expression on your face.

Seungmin's hand finds your hand and intertwines them together, "What I'm trying to say is that I'm going to continue to open up myself to you," he remarks.

A smile blooms on your face and it warms his heart like the first ray of sun, "That's so sweet of you," you say.

"And I want us to get a green light," he adds.

After the private suite, you understand that getting the green light is another challenge to tackle to prove that you both showing growth in your relationship.

"Oh yeah, this," you say, tapping at the screen of the watch with your fingers.

Seungmin lightly shakes the hand he's holding, "And what do you think?"

"About the green light?"

"About us," he answers.

"I like where we are now," you sincerely say with a smile that proves your words.

"I like us, I like what we have, our connection," you pause to draw a shallow breath, "I love that we have this amazing dynamic."

Seungmin likes what he's hearing from you but that many positive words are usually followed by a certain word.

"But..."

There it is, that word.

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to completely open up myself to you, that's just so scary to me, I... I just need more time," you explain.

The sad smile on your face tells him that it's not something you wanted as well and he understands that something must have made you act this way, but that's okay, he can prove to you that he's not like the previous guy or even any other guy.

"Do I scare you?" He jokingly asks.

"A bit, yeah," you joke back.

You both share a laughter then you reach for the collar of his shirt, then lay your hand flat on his chest, "I had unpleasant past... experiences? I just... the last time I opened myself up, I got hurt and that hurtful feeling still haunting me to this day," you honestly share with sadness that clouding your sparkling eyes.

It's something that Seungmin can understand, he knows he's not the reason why but knowing that you have a trust issue doesn't please him either.

"That's okay. You can take your time," he assures you.

You let out a low sigh and look into his eyes, "This doesn't mean that I don't want to, I'll keep trying to open up myself more to you," you reassure him.

And mostly, Seungmin doesn't want to force you to do something you're not even ready to do. He reaches for the side of your face and endearingly caresses your cheek, "Thank you for trying for me," he sincerely mutters his gratitude to you.

The smile returns on your face and he likes it whenever he sees it. You suddenly throw your arms around him and hold him close, taking him by surprise.

"Why are you so sweet, mmh?" You say then land a soft kiss on his cheek.

You put more of your weight on him, sending the two of you to topple on top of each other on the bed. You're laughing as you pin him under you and stare at his face with such fondness in your eyes. This is one of the moments where Seungmin is sure of his feelings.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes," you say with your face hovering only inches away above his.

Seungmin doesn't know what kind of eyes he's giving you right now but maybe it's one where you can see through him. You tenderly caress his face and trail the outline of his jaw with only your fingertips, making him tingle inside.

"I want to kiss you so bad," you murmur with your eyes looking at his lips.

"We should wait for the green light," he reminds you.

"Should we?" you playfully say then press a gentle kiss on his jaw.

It's easy to fall into temptations and it's even easier because you are the temptation itself. The way you look at him right now, how you look in your dress tonight, how your teeth faintly bite your lower lips as you look at his lips, you best believe that Seungmin is this close to falling right into your enchantment.

"I think we should wait for the green light," Seungmin stands firm on his ground.

You mask your slight disappointment with a light chuckle then press another kiss on his cheek.

"My sexy, dandy boy," You mutter as you lean in close to nuzzle your nose with his.

Seungmin holds his arm out, inviting you to rest your head on it. You carefully lay yourself down while keeping the hem of your dress down and snuggle into him.

"I feel sleepy already," he sighs as he closes his eyes.

"It's only 9," you tell him.

He drags his hand down your back and rests it on your backside, resisting the urge to grab the flesh or to land a slap on it.

"Are you wearing underwear?" He asks out of the blue.

"Why don't you check yourself," you dare him.

He's not one to be challenged, Seungmin lowers his hand until he meets the hem of your dress and does not hesitate to slip his hand under. Before he can check whether you wear underwear or not, you pull his hand out and rest it on your waist.

"Wait for the green light, remember?" You say his words back at him with a sly grin on your face.

-

SEUNGMIN: I hope she and I go the distance but I know she's a free spirit, I can't hold her down or put her in a box.

-

There's nothing wrong between you and Seungmin. However, you can't say that everything is well either. Seungmin has been doing nothing but showing more of himself opening up to you, and trying to get the same out of you.

Every time you try to do the same, there's this fear that looms in the back of your head and gets you thinking, ‘What if he doesn't like that part of you? And what if it makes him leave?’ You can't bear thinking that this amazing thing you have with Seungmin will walk away with him because the last time you did that, that's what happened.

It's not fair that you compare him to your previous partner but it's not about him, it's you, you've been living with this demon latched onto your back and it's so hard to shake it off. When you look at him as he's still sleeping soundly next to you, Gosh, you wish you find the bravery to just do it.

"You've been watching me sleeping," he mutters with eyes still closed.

"Yes. Yes, I am," you immediately admit.

You gently rub his cheek and then rest your hand on his neck, "because you're so gorgeous, babe," you compliment with a small smile.

He inhales air and pulls himself closer to you, burying his head in the crook of your neck to surprise you with a gentle bite. Instead of pushing him away, you wrap your legs around him and hold him close while he playfully bites on the skin of your neck.

You keep your giggles to the minimum to not disturb everyone else who's still sleeping in the room even though it's about time to wake up. Shortly, the lights are on and flooding the room with fluorescent light, waking everyone from their slumbers.

Lana chimes in not long after for her usual morning greeting, "Good morning, everyone!"

"Morning, Lana," you reply while half yawning.

"I would like to inform you that many of you are showing signs of emotional development and this is most encouraging," Lana says.

Oh, that's how you want to start the day: with a piece of good news.

It may be one of the few good things Lana has said in the retreat so it means that everyone is indeed doing a good job at nurturing their relationships and showing actual growth and that's including you.

Even though you're not sure you have shown significant growth, it feels good to know that Lana acknowledges your effort.

As you both brush your teeth together by the sink, Seungmin teases you by slapping the strap of your tank top against your skin. You get back to him by doing the same to the waistband of his boxer once you're done brushing your teeth.

He's glaring at you through the reflection in the mirror, "I dare you to put your hand inside," he says.

"Oh?" You exclaim.

Seungmin has no idea what he asked you to do, you don't hesitate to slip your hand inside his boxer but he catches you right before you can slip your hand inside.

"You're asking for it. Let me in!" You grumble with your hand still caught on the waistband of his boxer and his hand pins you there.

Seungmin finally gets your hand out only to put it on his chest and clamp your hand under his arm, not letting you take your hand away.

"You're annoying," you tell him but stand behind him so you can put your other arm around him.

The morning continues with a workout session by the beach. Everyone else apparently opted for the swimming pool today, you only found Vale meditating in the gazebo nearby. You do some yoga and teach Seungmin a few yoga poses you usually do in the morning.

"We're going to finish it with a savasana," you instruct him.

Seungmin sits on the mat waiting for your next instruction with hair tousled from the sea breeze and a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. He looks handsome nonetheless.

"What's that?"

"It's basically a corpse pose," you inform.

He slowly blinks his eyes to process your words, "Don't tell me I just need to lay down..." his words trail off as he takes a sip of water from his tumbler.

"Yes, that's exactly it," you confirm.

You sit on your mat and wait until he's ready to tell him what to do next, "Lay down on your back!"

Feeling mischievous, you force him down with a gentle push on his chest, laughing when he accidentally hits his head hard against the floor.

"Now stretch your arms and legs out and away from your body," you furtherly instruct.

Seungmin follows your instructions well, stretching both his arms and legs out.

"Close your eyes..." You run your fingers down his face to make sure he closes his eyes, "And breathe..."

He stays still in that position but it only lasts for a good minute, "What to do next?"

You lightly chuckle and sit next to his body, "Next, I'm going to get on top of you..." You joke yet you sit on his abdomen and can actually feel how hard his abs are.

"And then?" He asks.

"Then..." you lean in close and gently kiss his cheek, dangerously close to the corner of his mouth.

"To be continued," you seductively whisper into his ear.

He suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around you, "but I want it now."

You shake your head and loop your arms around his neck, "No, you have to wait."

He lets out a sigh then licks his lips, "You suck!"

"I'll suck you too but not now," you simply respond to his jeering.

Somehow that earns a wave of laughter out of him and he's the most beautiful when he's happy.

-

YOU: Seungmin has a spot in my heart that no one has ever come close to [smiles] ... which also scares me [sighs]

-

It's been a good day, well, so far.

When it's time for everyone to come to the cabana, that only means Lana is either going to make it a better day or make it worse. You want the former but you never know with Lana. You take the sofa on the side with Seungmin while everyone else takes the long sofa and Blake sits on the single sofa on the other side of the cabana.

Lana chimes not long after everyone settles in, "Hello, everyone."

"Hi, Lana!" You weakly reply.

So is everyone, they're replying to her with an edge to their voices, sensing that Lana has something important to announce.

"I am pleased to see that several of you have developed romantic connections during your time here."

Okay, that doesn't sound bad but Lana is sinister, you know there's always a catch to it.

"But for these relationships to succeed in the long-term, it is vital that you trust each other to resist temptation."

Now that's more like it. 'Resist temptation' are the two words that you never get along well and whatever Lana has planned, you're not optimistic about it.

"Today, I'll be putting that to the test..."

And there goes the word you despise the most: test. You never do well at tests, you barely made it on the last one and she's going to put you on another one?

"I'm nervous," Issa says with a blank expression like her soul has left her body.

"I think I'm having a heart attack," Devon dramatically adds.

You don't want to add to that despite that you're just as nervous as them.

"...With the help of two new arrivals."

Groans are spilling out of everyone's mouth but you're still busy processing the words to react to it. New arrivals mean new temptations and you're not ready for it.

"I knew it!" Tom says with a heavy sigh.

You look around and the couples are looking nervous, including you. You're not that worried about Seungmin, you worry more about yourself and whether your head will turn or not.

"Oh, shit," you quietly mutter to yourself.

"The first new arrival is... Zane," Lana announces.

Zane sounds like a dangerous man or you just made it up in your head, gosh, you hope it's something you made up in your head.

"The second new arrival is... Margot."

You secretly glance at Seungmin and see if he reacts to the name of the new arrival but he seems calm, unfazed more like.

"Two of you will be going on private dates with the new arrivals," Lana says.

-

YOU: If Seungmin got chosen for the date, well... that sucks.

-

Not this again.

The first time, you weren't with anyone so that got you exempted from being picked and now that you're with a partner, it's more likely that you'll get chosen, and that scares you more than you let it.

"No, thank you," you immediately respond and earn a chuckle from Seungmin.

"They have selected the guests they are most attracted to from a choice of those in relationships," Lana informs.

Now you can't decide what to worry more, you get picked for the date or Seungmin?

"Zane has chosen to go on a date with..."

The males are looking antsy in their seats, you can't say the same about Seungmin but then again, he always looks calm. Unlike you, you hold your breath until Lana announces who gets picked for the date with this Zane guy.

"... Devon."

It shouldn't be a surprise that the popular girl got picked but you're not jealous at all, you feel relieved that it's not you.

"Girl, you keep getting picked for dates, Lana should start charging you for the food," you joke.

Everyone is laughing at that except for the person sitting next to Devon. Elliott is rather nervous to know his partner got picked for the date.

"Margot has chosen to go on a date with..."

Oh, you forget about the other new arrival and it gets you nervous once again but you convince yourself that Seungmin's head won't turn. Then again, that's just your wishful thinking.

"...Jeff."

You let out a low sigh of relief and melt into Seungmin's shoulder, feeling good that you're not chosen nor being tested with the new arrivals. It's better to stay away from temptations than to try to resist them.

"Devon and Jeff, please now leave the cabana and get ready for your dates," Lana orders.

Jeff and Issa have been the most consistent couple in here and even that doesn't keep the insecurities from residing in Issa's head and you can see it in her eyes.

"Remember the rules, you guys," Tom warns them before leaving the cabana.

You're glad that either you or Seungmin doesn't have to deal with Lana's test but that doesn't mean everything is going to be a bed of roses from now on. You are aware that you still have not yet done your part in nurturing this connection with Seungmin and if you want this to work, you know you'd better start working on it.

In the evening, you get away from everyone and sit by the side of the pool with your feet dipped in the water. Maybe Elliott misses the signs that you need the time alone as he casually sits next to you, looking so restless and his beautiful eyes seem to have lost their glints.

"I'm shaking. My head is scrambled like fucking eggs, honestly," he says with a ragged sigh.

You were too deep in your own business that you forgot that Devon is having a date with the new arrival and that explains the distress drawn on Elliott's face.

"This is a fucking test," he doesn't hold back from using the profanity and curses it out loud into the night.

All this time, you think their connection is merely physical but now, seeing how stressed Elliott is about Devon going on a date with someone else, proves that they do have something genuine going on.

"If she moved on with this new guy, it's going to be a tough pill to swallow," he shares with you.

You've been quiet and you think it's time you respond to him so he feels heard and supported.

"Yeah," you meekly say.

Elliott sighs and rubs his chin as he stares blankly at the swimming pool.

"Just thinking of that makes me feel sick," he mutters with a groan. His face indeed looks a little pale without the lights of the swimming pool which casts a bluish glow on his face.

Not long after that, you see Devon has returned from her date and bringing the new guy behind him, the first thing that you notice is her holding his hand.

"Oh my God," you lowly gasp out of reflex.

You nervously glance at Elliott and hope that he doesn't notice the handholding thing. You find something enlightening to say to him but nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, man!" Elliott exclaims but keeps his voice low.

Guess he noticed and it's too late for you to distract him, he may sit on the far end of the swimming pool but he can see the new guy and how attractive he is. Zane is tall, lean yet muscular, with gorgeous brown skin and big, round eyes that look too pretty for a guy but a weapon if he knows how to use them.

"He looks good," you unconsciously mutter, not realizing that what you said would make Elliott feel more sick.

"They had a great time, you reckon?" He asks you.

You don't want to pour salt on his wound but you can't sugarcoat it for him either because Devon is seen smiling as she introduces Zane around to the people gathered on the terrace.

"I think, yeah," you meekly reply.

Then a while later, you see Devon is coming this way and probably going to talk with Elliot.

"She's coming over here," you mutter at Elliott.

Elliott fiddles with his shirt as he turns around to see that Devon is indeed coming to him.

You take it as your cue to leave the space so they can talk privately, getting up to get yourself out of there.

"I'll just excuse myself," you say as you turn to leave.

-

YOU: This guy is a real temptation so I wish Elliott the best of luck.

-

Seungmin has met the new guest, Zane. He's attractive, yes, it's obvious from how he takes all of the attention away and it's also because everyone is just so happy to see a new face.

You're the last one to get introduced to him as he saw you talking with Elliot by the side of the pool, you make your way to the terrace and see the new guy. He sees how Zane offers his hand first at you as he says his name to you with confidence and you take his hand but instead of shaking it, he uses it to pull you into a quick hug.

"Nice to meet you," you beam with a smile.

"Likewise," Zane says back and subtly takes a look at you, up and down in a few seconds.

Once you introduce yourself, you walk your way to sit next to Seungmin, squeezing yourself into the long sofa. You smile as you settle yourself next to him and place your hand on his forearm. Seungmin hasn't seen you for the rest of the afternoon and not expecting to feel like he hasn't seen you in ages. He misses you, so he puts his hand on yours and smiles as he looks at you.

"You look gorgeous," he compliments.

You put your hair to the back and give the end a quick brush with your fingers, "Thank you, baby."

He offers you his wine because it seems like you need it and you gladly take a small sip, tainting the rim with your lipstick mark. From his peripheral vision, Seungmin can see that the new guy has been looking at you ever since you stepped into the room.

"So, who do you find attractive?" Lili asks him.

Zane is probably aware that Devon has something going on with Elliot, he can see that as they're deep in talk by the side of the pool or Devon told him about it during the date.

Zane stays quiet for a moment, "I'm open to everything else," he finally answers.

That seems like the safest answer he could give, keeping his options open until he adds something to that sentence.

"But I have my eyes on someone," he adds, not so subtly giving you the eyes to let everyone know who it is.

Is it supposed to hurt him or what? It seems like Zane doesn't mind stepping on anyone's toes and from the way he openly declares that he fancies you, he doesn't mind stepping on Seungmin's toes especially. Everyone is aware of it thus explaining the awkward silence that resides in the room.

"Oh, shit," Vale quietly mutters before he sips his wine.

He sees that you notice the eyes Zan has been giving you and quickly looks away, trying to act like you don't know then sip your wine.

You lean to his side and lowly whisper, "He's eyeing me."

What people do with their bodies including their eyes is not Seungmin's business and considering that he knows you're with him yet he blatantly flirts with you tells him that it's useless to tell him to stop. It's up to you now, whether you want to stay with him or not.

-

SEUNGMIN: She and I are going strong right now but I don't know. Maybe I should be a little worried.

-

Thankfully, Jeff and the new girl, Margot return and burst the palpable tension from continuously forming in the room. You just want to get the attention away from you and Seungmin, not feeling like dealing with it now or ever.

The new girl is beautiful, a petite girl with dimples, and from the way she speaks, you catch that subtle Spanish accent which only makes her cuter. There's this slight fear that Seungmin is going to be attracted to her but he's not looking at her at all, he stares into his drink before taking a sip of it.

Issa wastes no time to pull Jeff aside to have a talk with him and everyone's attention is on Margot.

"So, tell us what's your type?" This time it's Adriana who asks the question.

Margot sheepishly smiles and points at Jeff who has left the place, "He's exactly my type," she confirms.

"Him? Oh?!" Adriana gasps, sensing another drama brewing in the villa.

They know about the rules of what the retreat is about but it seems it doesn't stop the new arrivals from getting what they want. Or in this case, getting the person they want.

When it's close to bedtime, you just can't wait to end the day and sleep the tension away. You and Adriana are the last ones left in the dressing room, cleaning our make-up while simultaneously talking about everything.

"Zane has been giving me the eyes," you keep your voice down in case Seungmin is around.

Adriana stops dabbing her eyes with a cotton pad, "Maybe he does want to fuck you," she jokingly says.

It's a joke if you're not feeling those eyes but you do, the way he looks at you, oh, you can feel how he wants you and you like that kind of attention.

You take a break and lean back on your chair, "I like Seungmin so much but I think Lana sent that guy to mess with my head," you share.

Adriana dumps the dirty cotton pads into the trash bin and ties her hair into a low ponytail, she seems to have something to say but holding herself back from saying it. After a while though, she can't herself ask, "Would you jump ship with him? With Zane?"

That's supposed to be a question that you can easily answer but you can't seem to give a definite one. A part of you don't want to be a hypocrite and says that your head is not turning when in fact, your head did turn a little.

"I don't know," you sigh, letting the doubts cloud your mind.

Adriana's jaws drop, not expecting to hear your hesitant answer and you feel the need to explain yourself that it's not Seungmin, it's you.

"I always do this, you know and I'm scared that I may do this again," you honestly admit.

People know that bad habit dies hard and your bad habit is being a serial dater, you jump ship whenever a guy strikes your fancy and never have any problems doing it because there's no emotional attachment whatsoever.

But it's different now because you have to think of Seungmin's feelings.

-

YOU: What is wrong with me? [sighs] Just know that things are going to be hard for me.

-

The morning comes and your heart somehow feels heavy.

You turn on your side to see Seungmin who's busy rubbing the sleep off his eyes, your feelings remain the same for him but at the same time, something shifts inside of you. What scares you is that you don't know if it's good or bad.

Seungmin catches you looking at him and you smile once your eyes meet.

"Morning," you croak with a gentle ruffle on his hair.

"Morning," he says back, catching your hand and keeping it close to his chest.

You stay snuggling close to him until the lights are on and everyone wakes up on their beds as Lana chimes in the corner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone," Lana greets with her robotic voice.

"Morning," Everyone replies in unison.

"Zane and Margot, I hope you enjoyed your dates yesterday and your first night in the retreat," Lana's message is aimed at the new arrivals who share the bed.

"I slept so well," Zane shares with a sheepish smile. He then subtly glances your way and your eyes meet, he holds your gaze for a moment before looking away.

Jeff says something but you can't hear what he said but you notice that he's eyeing Margot.

"I hope the other guests have been making you feel most welcome," Lana continues.

"Yeah, mostly," Margot responds, returning the eyes towards Jeff and completely ignoring that he's there with Issa next to him.

"As you approach the latter stage of my retreat, I have noticed that some of you still need to fully commit to the process whilst others need to fully commit to each other."

It's a mere warning from Lana but it feels like a dig at you, she knows you're faltering, having doubts about everything.

"The decision about what to do next is yours but I will be watching," Lana concludes.

And just like that, your heart grows even heavier.

You decide to start your morning by swimming, putting on your swimsuit, and then heading to the pool while everyone else is either working out by the beach or still having their breakfast. You take a few laps around and take a break on the side of the pool, enjoying the warm morning sun with the sound of the sea waves crashing in the background.

Then temptation comes when you least expect it, you look over your shoulder to find Zane is making his way towards you. You get tongue-tied as he appears in front of you with water streaming down his body.

"Hey," he greets you with a sweet smile that showcases his neat row of teeth.

"Hi, hello," you greet back, raking your wet hair to the back.

He wipes the beads of water gathering under his chin, "Saw you swimming and I must say you have good form," he says.

"Thanks," you mutter, flailing your hands in the water and suddenly don't know how to act around a guy.

"Not only that, you have– you work out?" He asks in curiosity.

"I jog, I do yoga sometimes but I like swimming," you answer.

Zane nods as he checks you out even though he has to see through the water to see your figure, "So it's all natural, huh?"

"Yeah," you proudly confirm.

"You look good, really," he compliments.

"Thank you," you sincerely thank him.

"I see that you're with Seungmin," he says.

You nod.

Zane licks his lower lip before talking, "Are you connected with him?"

"Yes, there's a connection there," you shortly answer because you're not the type to beat around the bush. It's obvious to him that you're with Seungmin.

"So... there is a connection," he says, repeating your words back at you with a hint of doubt in them.

He turns his body slightly to the side to face you and takes a step closer, making you nervous in this proximity.

"Am I still allowed to get to know you, though?" He asks with the corner of his mouth curls higher than the other.

That sounds like a harmless question because getting to know someone is not a crime but you fear what's going to happen once you get to know each other. But saying no would make a bad impression on you like this guy only wanting to know you better and maybe it leads nowhere.

"Seungmin got plenty of time to get to know you. Don't you think it's my turn now?" He says with a sly smile on his angular face.

You dryly chuckle to hide your nerves, "Sure, yeah, I don't mind," you finally answer.

Zane triumphantly smiles hearing your answer, his tongue slightly poking out the corner of his mouth before he licks his lower lip again.

"Then can I feel those back muscles?" He shamelessly asks.

"You want to feel them?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," You turn around and pull your hair to the side, presenting your back to him.

"May I?" He asks for your permission to touch you.

"Yes," you allow.

Zane uses his hands to feel the muscles on your back and you're aware that he's seizing the opportunity to touch you. He delightfully hums in approval as he applies gentle pressure on your back shoulders then backs away to stand next to you.

"I like that," he comments with an intense stare into your eyes.

It's the way that he sees you that makes your stomach tighten and loosen in a second. Worse is, you forgot all about Seungmin when you're with him.

-

YOU: I care about Seungmin but I didn't expect Zane to walk in and look like that and messing with my head.

-

Seungmin thinks that the two of you have been connecting and growing together so much more than he anticipated.

However, ever since Zane showed up, you've been acting a little differently. Seungmin always knows that you're a free spirit, you can't be tied down and he doesn't intend on holding you back.

Seungmin is sure what he feels about you but he needs to know if you plan on reciprocating it back to him, or else, it'll be just a waste of time. He doesn't want to force you by taking this connection further if you don't want the same thing with him. But honestly speaking, Seungmin wants you to stay.

Then again, the decision is on you, you're the only one who knows what you want and he'll respect whatever your decision is.

Freshly showered and dressed, Seungmin heads out of the villa to search for you. Even though most of your body is engulfed in water, he recognizes the back of your head and how you always tilt your head slightly to the side.

What he least expects to see is who you're with.

Zane is barely here for a day but Seungmin must admit that he is quick to make a move on you, touching your back and making you laugh faster than what he did to you.

Without him realizing it, he starts comparing him with Zane and looks down at himself when he does nothing wrong but does his best to grow with you in this retreat. This is why he hates competing with other people to get a girl. He knows his worth, he doesn't hang around for someone who doesn't know that.

Seungmin quickly turns around and heads back inside. He ends up spending the rest of the day by himself, he's feeling emotionally drained and not in the mood for everyone else right now.

However, Lana decides that it's the perfect time to throw a party in the villa.

-

SEUNGMIN: I'm honestly so disappointed but I don't know where to go from here.

-

It's exciting to get ready for a party because the last time Lana threw a party, it was that day you found out you were in Too Hot To Handle.

Lana sends a box full of costumes for everyone to wear for the party to welcome the new guests tonight. They're of the same designs of colorful birds and you put on matching eye makeup while for the hair, you get help from Adriana.

"So, the new girl..." Devon opens the conversation since there are only her, Issa, Adriana, and you in the dressing room.

"She likes Jeff," Adriana continues Devon's sentence.

"She wants to go for him but I hope Jeff won't let her," Devon adds as she draws her left eyebrow.

You've been enjoying the dramas from the sideline but now that you're part of the drama, it genuinely sucks. Now, you feel like you're missing out on everything.

"Did he say he's going to stay with you?" You ask out of curiosity because everything seems to be going well between Jeff and Issa.

Issa takes a breath before answering which only hints that she has sheer faith in her answer, "Yeah."

"Okay, good," Adriana says, twirling your hair with a curling iron.

Devon pauses filling her eyebrow and looks at Issa, "I hope he stays with you."

"I hope he does," Adriana agrees.

Even the most consistent couple in the retreat has its trying times and what makes you think that you're the only couple having issues right now? It's part of the growth. For tonight, you allow yourself to stop thinking, you want to have fun, have a few drinks, and dance the stress away.

You don't stop Zane from coming at you and having a dance with him, there's nothing wrong with being a girl having the time of her life. Seungmin would understand, he knows it's nothing deep, it's just a—

There goes the chime that abruptly stops the music playing in the villa.

What is a party without Lana crashing it? Everyone knows where to go whenever they hear that anxiety-inducing chime, heading to the cabana while still dressed in costumes and taking seats facing the cone on the table.

"Let's get it over with Lana so we can go back to the party, please?" Tom pleads.

No one is in the mood to deal with Lana's shenanigans right now, everyone just wants to go back to the party and have some more fun.

"I hope you enjoyed the party," Lana says, skipping her usual greeting and that never means good.

"However..."

There it is, the word that you hate to hear out of that cone which confirms that whatever she's going to say, it's not good.

"Was there any breach of the rules?" Adriana asks.

Everyone's eyes are shifting to Devon and Elliott since they're the ones who constantly break the rules.

"You can take your eyes away from us 'cause we did nothing," Elliott casually says, looking as innocent as his words.

"This morning, I stressed the importance of being committed to my process. Unfortunately, some people are still falling short of that goal," Lana announces.

All sorts of thoughts are rushing into your head, most of them are bad and you start to get anxious thinking if you've done something wrong in this retreat that you're not aware of.

"Therefore, tonight's festivities will also serve as a leaving party," Lana continues.

"Fuck, no," Tom sighs, raking his curls and tugging at it.

Adriana looks at you and reacts the same way, "That's messed up," she murmurs.

Vale shifts on his seat and rubs his bearded chin, "This could be any of us," he says.

You put your hands together on your lap, fisting them into balls as you try to suppress the thought that it could be you going home tonight and you're not ready for that.

-

YOU: My head is turning since Zane came into the picture so yeah, I'm scared that it's going to be me.

-

"Exiting the retreat tonight is..."

Your knee is bouncing and you keep squeezing your hand until your nails dig into your palm, trying to prepare yourself when Lana calls your name.

"...Lili."

"I did not see that coming," Elliott says with his jaws hanging open.

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes automatically search for Lili who sits next to Vale, she seems to have expected to hear her name.

"I wasn't open to finding a connection anyway," she says as Vale puts his arm around her shoulders.

She looks at everyone and then at the cone sitting on the table, "There's no bad blood, Lana."

You stretch your hand out at her and Lili grabs it, taking your offer of comfort with a sad smile on her face and you can't help but feel sad to lose her tonight.

"We'll always be friends," Lili concludes.

And when you thought she was the only one going home, Lana has another name.

"The second and final person leaving is..."

And you fear for yourself again, but also for the person sitting next to you.

You didn't think that Seungmin could be going home too and you don't want that either, amidst everything that is going on between the two of you, you want to stay together with him.

You let go of Lili's hand and grab Seungmin's hand, either you offer your comfort for him or it's the other way around. You don't want any of you to go home tonight.

"...Blake."

"Oh, my god," Devon gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

Blake takes it well, he forces himself to smile even though it's obvious that he wants to stay but Lana is the one with power here.

"It's been a good time, everyone," he says while exchanging a fist bump with Jeff.

Everyone rises from their seats to bid their farewells to Lili and Blake. You hug Lili and wish her all the best things you could think of with tears pooling in your eyes. You're not that close with her but the memories you've shared here will remain in your heart.

You give another hug to Blake and despite the thing that happened, you wish him well too. You hope that the lesson Blake learned here will help him change for the better.

Lana continues with her announcement even after Lili and Blake leave the cabana.

"For my remaining guests, let this be a reminder that the choices you make will ultimately seal your fate."

This feels like another dig at you and that you have to be careful with the choices you make from now on or else... you don't want to think of anything else, honestly.

-

YOU: I have to be honest with Seungmin about Zane and this is probably the lesson Lana wanted to teach me.

-

"What a day!" Devon sighs as she climbs onto the bed.

"It's one of those night, huh?" Tom adds as he lies his head on Adriana's lap.

It is one of those nights and you feel inexplicably drained, both physically and emotionally. You can't wait to forget all about it and sleep on it.

It's close to lights out when Seungmin gets on the bed, he gets under the cover and rests his head on his pillow, brushing the hair falling over his forehead. He's been so quiet and you're afraid of intruding, so you subtly place your hand on his chest while staying on your side of the bed.

The silence falls not long after the lights are out and everyone mutters goodnight to each other in the room. You gently rub your hand on Seungmin's chest to give you a sense of ease to help you fall asleep.

Then he catches your hand and holds it, "I feel like we need to have a conversation," he says.

Refuse to talk is supposed to be the best answer but you remember what Lana said, your choices determine your fate and you have to be honest with him.

You nervously gulp air and meekly answer, "Okay."

Seungmin turns on the bed to look at you, even in the dark, you can see his gleaming eyes staring into yours and it's making you uneasy, especially knowing what have you done to him.

"I know we care a lot about each other. I've never been in this place before, I've never felt this way about someone but there's just too many question marks," he says, keeping his voice low just so this conversation stays between the two of you.

"I know you have something going on with Zane, whatever that is... I just need the truth."

You're glad that you can't see his face in this little light or else you'd be broken down and crying with the guilt stirring inside of you.

You know he saw you dancing with Zane, everyone saw but you feel sick knowing what you did before that. It's time to swallow the hard pill and take the bitterness that you deserve.

"The dance, that wasn't just it..." you keep swallowing down the lump forming in your throat.

"Zane flirted with me in the pool this morning," you admit once more.

"Yeah, I saw," he simply responds.

It hurts even much more knowing that you did that right in front of his eyes. You lay on your back and feel the lump burns the back of your throat.

"That was very selfish," you mutter with a quivering voice, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

You feel the tears coming and you put your hand across your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You feel his hand rubbing your arm.

"It's okay," he softly murmurs.

How come he tries to justify this? Even you realize how wrong this is, how unfair this is for him!

"No, it's not okay," you croak as you struggle to speak between your cries.

He gives you a moment to calm yourself before continues talking, explaining how he wants to handle it.

"Let me tell you where my head's at with things," he says.

He holds your hand and lets it rest on the space between your bodies, "I have genuine feelings for you that I've never felt for someone else before."

Hearing him saying that should make you happy but you feel devastated instead, knowing that you can't even try to appreciate his true feelings for you. You quickly wipe the tears rolling down the side of your face and try to fathom your thoughts into words. All you have to do is to be honest even though you know it's going to hurt him.

"Truthfully, I like you so much Seungmin," you pause to sniffle, "to the point that... it scares me."

Saying that out loud makes your heart quake like you can feel it surging through and all over you.

"But there's this part of me that's so scared of giving a part of myself to someone," you explain the thing that holds yourself back from letting him in.

You wipe another tear roll down your cheek and look at the clasped hand he's holding close to his chest. You still want this but another part of you wants to know for sure that what you have for him is real and true.

"I just think that... I need to step back and think for myself, ask myself is this really what I want," you tell him.

Seungmin draws a shallow breath and lets it out, his thumb has been gently rubbing the back of your hand as he speaks.

"If you need space, I will give you your space," he says, "but you need to tell me what it is that you want and how you want to go about it."

He sounds calm when he deserves to be upset, "I can't keep wondering if it's between me and someone else," he finishes.

You understand what he's asking you and you remember well what he told you the first time you got together that he doesn't like competing with another guy and hangs around for someone who doesn't acknowledge his worth.

You nod and respond, "I know."

You gather your thoughts and keep your emotions to the side for a moment. You think of what you want right now and let him know that.

"The truth is Zane fits my type and I feel like I need to get to know him before I make a decision," you draw a shaky breath and sniffle, "I just– I really need to think."

He squeezes your hand and brings it close to his mouth to kiss it, "Then sleep on it," he softly says.

But how can you sleep on it when you know you have big decisions to make?

-

YOU: I tend to doubt myself whenever I give myself to someone. I feel so bad for Seungmin [cries] I–I need to think it through before I hurt anyone.

-

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[hannah-banana-lou]

Come back to me

Husband william afton x Wife female reader AU

it's here!! sorry for the delay. i have been super busy!!

(Pt.2)

i'm not the best at writing smut but i'm trying! i promise!!

Content warning: Marriage issues, verbal abuse, smut!!! (lots of it in this chapter!!!), age gap couple - William (early 50’s) Reader (mid/late 20’s)

UNDER 18’S DNI!!!

Come Back To Me (Pt.2)

You’re home. He kissed you for the first time in months, less than 40 minutes ago. It’s sparked hope within you. Maybe that tiny bit of affection means that he will change? Go back to normal?

Think again.

He is back to his cold, distanced, usual self. You find yourself in the kitchen. Making a late lunch for your twins. He is standing next to you. You finish what you’re doing and smile over at him, placing your hand on his. He immediately recoils. Your eyes widen, confused. Before you can question it he storms off upstairs, into his home office. Slamming the door with force, which made you and your toddlers flinch.

You spend the next few hours confused. Your mind is miles away. Searching your brain for Answers. Clues. Anything.

the rest of the day goes by quickly. running errands, dropping the twins off with your mom for the weekend. you hope that the weekend alone with your husband might provide some answers. fingers crossed.

you get home. he is out. nowhere to be found. not sure where he is or when he is coming back. the clock reads 9:00pm. he should be back by now. you made dinner, hoping he would sit with you and enjoy the meal. like old times. it's now gone cold.

Sitting in the living room, the silence is uncomfortable. you've been alone in the house before but this, this just feels weird. like you're waiting for something to happen. alas, nothing does. your thoughts are consuming you. where is he? why isn't he back yet? is he okay?

as if you manifested it, your mobile rings.

Caller ID: the pizzerias landline.

you pick up the phone, answering it immediately "Hello? will?"

"Hi, i won't be back for another hour" his voice is strained, rough. almost breathless

"oh" you respond. suspicious at the sound of his voice "what are you doing at the pizzeria so late?"

"working" he responds quickly. you hear thudding in the background.

"what was that?" more like who was that? you think to yourself.

"What was what? anyways. i have to go, i'll see you in a bit" he cuts off

"love you" you respond, voice soft, deflated.

For a few seconds you hear silence on the other end. "bye" he grunts out before he hangs up.

you sigh. breaking the silence of the house as you get up off the sofa and head upstairs to what used to be yours and William's bedroom but now it's just yours.

you climb into bed, crawling under the duvet. closing your eyes, trying to sleep. ultimately failing. the bed feels so big, so lonely.

After what feels like hours, you start drifting off to sleep before you hear the front door open and slam closed. keys jingling as they're inserted into the lock.

Heavy footsteps ascending the stairs.

The bedroom door creaks open. the landing light flooding the darkness of the bedroom.

Silence as he stands in the doorway.

Eyes directed towards your, assumed, sleeping figure. you hear him walk closer. the bed dipping as he sits on the side that was once allocated to him.

Silence again.

Staring at your back. he takes his boots off and gets under the covers, letting out a tired groan. you stay silent, waiting for his next move. why was he in bed with you?

he rolls over to you, wrapping his arm around you, hand resting on your hip, head rested on your shoulder as he plants kisses upon the skin.

"you awake?" he whispers into your skin

"mhm" you respond. soft. tired. a whisper.

you feel his hand gently move away the hairs adorning your neck. moving his kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. the hand resting on your hip, gently caressing your side as he trails it up and down.

"i miss you" he whispers out, kissing and painting your neck with saliva.

you let out a soft moan at his ministrations. confused to say the least. the mixed signals messing with your mind.

he snakes his hand down your side, fingers sliding under your pajama pants. no panties. no resistance. he paws at your thighs, before dipping his finger between your soaked folds. index finger circling your sensitive nub. eliciting a moan from you.

he growls, moving his finger down and plunging it inside your tight hole. moving it at an agonizingly slow pace.

in... out.... in.... out...

he slips another digit inside. speeding up. another moan from you. you bite your lip, attempting to suppress any thing else from coming out.

he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your sensitive spot. mouth open, moaning loudly. you grab his arm, unsure why. Not trying to stop him at all.

he chuckles "Look at you" he whispers, mockingly. fingers working faster inside of you. you're close. he can tell. the soaked digits abandon your dripping cunt. you let out a protesting whine.

he rolls onto his back in the middle of the bed. you sit up, looking over at him. his cock straining against his pants. "here" he snaps his fingers, pointing to the space in between his legs. you obey. crawling between his legs. moving your hands up and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock springs free. standing to attention.

Big. thick. adorned with bulging veins. pink tip. as you remember it.

you place your hand around the shaft, leaning your head down, licking a stripe on the underside of the shaft to tip. mouth wrapping around the tip. he lets out a groan. a hiss.

your cheeks hallowing as you suck. hand stroking the base. working in unison. His fingers raking through your hair before grasping at locks. pushing you down onto his cock. taking him in your throat. causing you to gag slightly. he bites his lip, pulling you off and pushing you back down. thrusting his hips into the air with each suck.

after a while he pushes you off completely. you look up at him confused. he Shifts his body, getting onto his knees, turning you around and pushing you down into the bed. ass up in the air. he yanks your pajama pants down to your knees. moving his face down. kissing your cheeks before spreading them open. your pussy dripping. he accumulates the wetness on his fingers, sucking on them. letting out a groan at your taste. one he's missed.

silence.

you try to move your head up and look over your shoulder but he pushes your head back down into the duvet. you gasp as you feel his tongue dive into your soaked sex. tongue fucking your hole before licking stripes. sucking on your nub. obscene noises. rubbing his face into your pussy. beard scratching against your skin which only adds to your arousal. fingers back inside you, working in unison with his tongue. moans and groans from both of you. your core pulsating, grabbing the bed sheets as you're edging closer and closer to orgasm. getting desperate. grinding against his face as you feel your release closing in. before you know it you're screaming, cumming. shaking.

he plants a firm slap to your overstimulated pussy causing you to flinch and jump forward. you hear a small grunt as he grabs your waist, pulling you back to him.

"you wanted my attention, now you've got it" he growls out. grabbing his cock and aligning it to your tight entrance.

he pushes in abruptly. not even caring about if you can take it all or not. you did a while ago. in his mind, you should be able to now.

a loud whimper escapes your throat. he's quick to comfort you. shushing you.

"shh...shh i know, it's been a while bunny" he smooths his palm over your ass cheek with a modicum of affection.

"Relax bunny" he continues, slowly sawing into you. not the speed he wishes to go but your pussy is like a vice clamp right now.

a few soft and slow thrusts into you. whimpers and moans leaving your lips and he feels you relax. He takes that opportunity to stop lazily sawing into you, instead he speeds up, pounding into you at a unforgiving pace. moans, grunts and skin hitting each other, filling the silence of the room. grasping at the bedsheets as you feel yourself reaching peak again, toes curling, a loud squeak causing him to chuckle. a firm slap against your ass cheek, causing a red mark. his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back onto him with each thrust.

he's panting, in a frenzy as he feels himself get closer. before you know it he's filling you up. his seed painting your insides. pulling out. collapsing back on the bed with a thud, you follow suit. he wraps an arm around you possesively.

planting a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'm going to try and be better. for you. i promise" he mumurs between panting breaths.

you hope his promise was true. not some fake excuse to stall you on getting a divorce.

[skepticdoe]

You’ll never guess who��s back, ANYHOW

Okay I am totally 100% hearing you out on trapeze artist kenny, so now I graciously request your role assignments of sp characters in a circus au 🙏🙏

HIII always grateful to see your asks!!

okay so I had to search up circus rolls so I’m going off of this one reddit post I found

this post may be a bit long (when isn’t it lmaoo)

Ringmaster: Cartman. -> he would immediately assign himself this position but he would mysteriously get a lot of funding so no one has the guts to overthrow him. Is your stereotypical neglectful ringleader who acts like a tyrant. I’ve also decided to add Wendy as his co-ringmaster or assistant because she’d be the one keeping him in check and managing basically everything while Cartman manages finance. He hates working alongside her but she’s a key worker for his circus and she’s GOOD at her job so he can’t really do anything. Always rips on her though.

Strongman: okay. LISTEN. I’m going to put Gregory here. He’s a blond British political man. His hair also looks like a stereotypical Ken doll. He’d be the generic strong blond who bends iron bars and the crowd goes wild.

Contortionist: Tweek seems like the type to freak other kids out with his hyper mobility and the ability to bend his fingers all the way back. He’d make a mean contortionist except for when he’s having a bad day and can’t fathom the thought of being stuck in a small cube

Ariel Artist/trapeze artist: as mentioned before, Kenny is THE perfect fit for this. He’s got a knack for shooting himself out of canons and walking precariously on thin rope. I just feel like he’d be a really loose limbed guy. All his fears disappeared years ago, his deaths making him reckless.

Acrobats: I feel like the girls (Heidi, Bebe and Red) would be the acrobats. They would have colour coordinated fits and would already have a history of gymnastics. Bebe would also be on silks.

Fire Performer/knife throwing: Kyle immediately came to mind because I feel like he’d have a stick up his ass about safety and then the dude goes on to shove swords of fire down his throat. Also red hair equals fire OBVIOUSLY 🙄

Manipulator (aka the juggler, plate spinner, hat tricks): Butters because can you imagine him on a tricycle juggling with balls and clown face paint? Because I certainly can and Cartman gets a lot of amusement out of it (sorry butters)

Fortune Teller: Henrietta. No further notes.

Animal tamer: Good ol’ animal lover enthusiast Stan. He’d be dangerously protective over his animals and would shoot down any of Cartmans performance plans that would put the animals at risk.

Stilts: Craig. No reason why just, Craig.

Musician: Jimmy. Cartman attempted to make Jimmy a ‘freak’ for the circus but his music is just that good

Magician: Clyde would be those dorky magicians who’s embarrassed himself several times before but he’s getting better. The crowd always thinks his fails are a part of the act so it works

Horses/Extreme Dressage: Tolkein would still manage to stay elegant while working in a circus. He’s just like that. He also LOVES his horse.

If this is a stendy au, Stan would be jealous and HATE Gregory’s flirting with Wendy because he knows that Gregory knows how attractive he himself is and being a strongman and all and Stan is stuck being a vegan animal trainer :,)

Knowing Cartman he probably has a ‘freaks’ section but I honestly don’t even want to go into that because we all know it’s full of minorities 😓

This is honestly really messy and really bad because I just discovered several of these circus roles in the last five minutes. I tried to match the characters to their job as best as I could but honestly I can’t say I’m super satisfied (not the worst I still like a few roles) 💔

anyways thanks for reading this far and I super duper appreciate this ask and don’t hesitate to send through any more!!

let me know your thoughts

[sharpedgedfool]

This turned into a huge amount of words my bad, im on mobile and can't figure out how to do the read more bit sorry yall

But I have a huge hc that shadow can't see screens the same cause his eyes work differently and he doesn't have the rgb colour cone things that most mobians have

He doesn't do well at video games or with computers and it frustrated him cause he blamed himself for not being able to process the visual information fast enough, but eventually Rouge realises he's struggling with basic stuff like reading things on a screen and without the competitivness he admits he can't see things properly but he sees words fine on paper, so he knows its screen related

After a while they get their hands on colour correcting glasses for him that work with his alien eyes and he's absolutely gutted that he'd spent so much time blaming himself

One of the first things he lets himself open up to Rouge and Omega about and it sorta opens the floodgates of 'what else have I been getting angry at myself for something out of my control' and he begins to work through the internalised shit that was put in his head during the ARK where he was supposed to be 'perfect' so he assumed that it was his own fault if he wasn't able to do something and he just 'wasn't trying hard enough'

But he's has so many things that he's repressed or hidden just because they didn't fit this narrative of 'perfection' set up by people who were narrow-minded to begin with and he struggles with letting himself just exist with these 'flaws' cause it was drilled into him so much that he wasn't supposed to be anything less than perfect or otherwise he's a failed experiment.

(projecting hard here lmao) but the concept of the 'ultimate lifeform' being disabled and beyond social norms while still being fully worthy of that title, and reaching full acceptance of themselves and becoming even more powerful after they let themselves exist above what other people want them to be is a very healing thing to explore, and a very specific type of freedom that i think is important to write for a character that narratively has had very little freedom.

Sonics whole thing is fighting for freedom from Eggman in a physical fight, but Shadow's version of freedom is freeing themselves from expectations and self-doubt, its more of a mental fight.

While Sonic advocates for fairness and equality, Shadows already been treated unfairly and is having to undo a lot of the things that were done to him that now other people are trying to prevent, and theres a sense of grief about that that I think Shadow is a great opportunity to explore that narrative.

[iamamythologicalcreature]

COC Day 8 - "Sick"

Sorry this is late. I honestly forgot I'd doodled this tiny little text ficlet. Just some randomness that popped into my head with this @carryon-countdown prompt.

Simon POV:

“I’m not sick.”

I sigh as I eye a wall full of homeopathic teas. Surely there’s something here, out of like 500 different herbal blends, that will help Baz out. I pick one up and read the label (like that will help). “You’re malnourished,” I murmur into my mobile as I read, “which I could fix, but you don’t want to bite me.”

I can hear Baz roll his eyes. “I’m fine, Snow. And I don’t get sick, so you don’t have to cure me.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Maybe this one? Is echinacea beneficial to stubborn blood-starved vampires? Maybe something with more iron in it. Maybe I should be stuffing supplements down his throat.

“I don’t get sick. I’m a dark creature of the night.”

I love how he uses that excuse like it isn’t at least partly responsible for his current condition. Prat. “You fainted.”

There’s a pause, then Baz mutters, “I took a strategic break from consciousness.”

I snort. I’m going to stuff him with iron supplements, then kiss him stupid. “You like green tea, right?”

Baz lets out a beleaguered sigh, which has a sort of honking cadence to it over the phone. “I’m not sick.” A pause. Then, “But I do like green tea.”

Right. Into the basket with that blend. “If I ‘took a break’ the way you did this morning, you’d have had me at Dr. Wellbelove’s within the hour.”

“That’s different.”

Red meat. I could do steak. I’m pretty decent at grilling. And if all else fails, Baz needs practice putting out fires, right? “Really not,” I say after a second. “I’m getting you protein powder, too.”

“That’s barbaric, Snow.”

“Oh, I’ll show you barbaric, Pitch,” I say with a smile. “But only if you drink your tea, and your protein shake, and top it all off with twice as many rodents as usual. And if you ask nicely.”

A pause. “I’m still not biting you.”

Was that hesitation? My altruistic desire to help Baz suddenly seems like a potential opportunity. I dump three flavours of protein powder into my basket, including one I know has the consistency of ground chalk. “Promises, promises, Baz.”

[lynnlovesthestars]

Bg3 male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

hii, first of all sorry for being late, ive been keeping this ask in the drafts because of my fear of commitment (me and posting don't go along well, xD im usually there keeping everything in the draft n never showing anyone so this was holed up with some other stuff..) nevertheless here i am and i'd say you waited enough so here i go,,

I think every motherly person deserves their fatherly like opposite, this being said i think you'd pair up lovingly with Gale.

He does give that father, dad, parent vibe, doesn't he? ahah

I think you are so kind and bearing that you do need some care as well and Gale never fails at that. Not to say that he babies you, nor that he treats you as a child, but he definitely spends and indecent amount of time and effort in coddling you, making sure your every wish is taken care of, but most of all it's like he's your other half.

Before you know he can finish your sentences, he knows right away when something good or bad is happening, he can almost sense it.

I do see a lot of him in you and maybe that's why i know he'd be a lovely fit. They always say opposites attract but no one is better than someone that can understand you, that laughs at the same jokes, that can empathize with you and cheer you up..

He is protective, but he gets especially caring when you have a flare up, imagine with me for a moment.

He comes home from work and finds you on laying down in agony. Whatever he's holding is dropped on the floor instantly and he's rushing to your side, thousand questions he wants to ask you, yet he knows the pain must be so overwhelming he must first help you out.

He reaches for a few pillows, propping them around you making sure you are a little more comfortable before he's off to his study for a moment to find one of his alchemic creations and comes back, assuring you that the pain will go away with it.

As he's gently massaging the mixture on the painful areas he starts talking, as if to distract you. "You know how i know this concoct will work?" And he doesnt wait for your answer cause all he wants to do is soothe your pain, entertain you. "My knees are not what they once were, so i had to come up with a remedy" He smirks as he takes a moment to kiss your stomach. "Well the first time I adventured into alchemy didn't go so well" He chuckles. "When I applied the mixture to my aching joints they started burning, and dear me i was in even more pain" He laughs as he resumes his gentle kneading and massaging, and finally you start feeling the soothing cream gently activating. His hands glow ever so slightly as if he's imbuing the tincture with magic and all you can feel is the cooling sensation rippling gently over your skin. "Doesn't it feel good now, love?" He murmurs as he doesn't stop with his massaging, despite being done with the application he still wants to care for you. "Next time just let tara know you are in pain, and i'll be here in the blink of an eye, got it?" He kisses your forehead gently. "I will drop anything for you"

[teecupangel]

Hello! first time asker! I've only just recently got back into AC and you're pretty much the only AC blog I've followed so far (after reading your fantastic Eagle of Alamut fic) but the thing that happened to me seems very much something you'd enjoy.

Which is the Altair Jumpscare I got

to preface, I'm an ad blocker extraordinaire and put that on pretty much everything - except my mobile games. But even so, with how much i adblock the ads i DO get are very generic with very generic characters.

EXCEPT FOR ONE BIZARRE AD

A Tap-Away ad that for some inexplicable reason had Altair in it where he waved his arms like a wacky inflatable tube man and was then promptly sucked into the tapaway cube.

I was so caught off guard that i didn't nab a screenshot and I have been trying and failing to get him to show up again after 3 weeks of doing so much more Wordscape than I've ever had before to no avail😭

But it did spawn the idea of Desmond, with a burner/stolen phone, playing a mobile game and getting that Altair Jumpscare like i did which, with some digging by Rebecca because why the hell is he in an ad??? find a breach in Abstergo's database which they can exploit.

Welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy your stay (don’t mind the missing exit).

Aaahhh, Wordscape. I used to play you but then you keep interrupting my time with ads so I deleted you… like all the others who dared to give me ads that takes majority of the screen.

Ngl, I would have tried that game because it dared to show Altaïr to me. Then promptly delete it after a few hours XD

Alright, for this one, we’ll set it during AC2. He’s not that close to anybody yet so he sorta kinda stole Lucy’s burner phone while she was looking.

He always had a knack for stealing, probably the only thing that didn’t make William Miles say ‘again’ more than five times.

It only became so much easier when he started reliving Ezio’s memories.

The Bleeding Effect, right?

That’s what Lucy called it.

Regardless, Desmond figured it would be alright to play it anyway. It had a cell service and he always returned it to Lucy’s bag before she notices anyway.

It was during one of his free time (Rebecca said the Animus was acting fussy for some reason), he figured he can play one more level before they tell him to go back in.

The level wasn’t anything new, kinda funny that one of the words was ‘imprison’ and he got a bonus for trying out ‘prim’ (primo was a no go though and it took a moment before Desmond realized it was because it wasn’t English, fuck, was this the Bleeding Effect as well?. Just when he cleared it, the phone let out a loud static sound.

Which was weird because (1) the game’s audio was set to mute and (2) the phone itself was set to full silent with 0 volume on any kind of media.

They all turned to stare at him and he would have apologized, had he not heard someone shout his name coming from the phone.

“Desmond!”

It was Altaïr.

It could only be Altaïr.

The voice was the same voice he heard back in the Animus.

And he shouting at Desmond, staring at the screen as he slammed one hand against…

The screen?

Golden wisps wrapped around him, dragging him to the darkness behind him as he shouted, “Desmond! Find us! We’re-”

The ‘ad’ disappeared.

And Desmond was now staring at the next level.

He could clearly see one of the words was already filled out for some reason.

‘Breach’.

“Desmond…”

“Sorry, Lucy.” He handed the phone to Lucy as he said, “I was just playing ‘cause I was bored.”

Before Lucy could grab it, he pulled it back and pressed it over his chest as he asked, “Did you guys hear Altaïr too?”

“We heard him but, more importantly, Desmond…” Rebecca glanced at Lucy before she said, “None of us should have any phones at all. Abstergo could track us.”

“It’s not mine!” Lucy immediately said, taking a step back as she said, “I don’t know why you think that’s my phone, Desmond.”

“What?” Desmond blinked, “But… I took this from your bag…”

“Shit.” Rebecca’s eyes widened as she realized, “Did… Did Abstergo plant that in your bag, Lucy?”

“What?” Lucy turned to stare at Rebecca.

“That’s not possible. We’re the ones who brought that bag here, remember?” Shaun reminded Rebecca, “And we’re absolutely sure we didn’t put that phone there.”

“Then… who did?” Rebecca frowned as she mumbled.

“We need to get out of here.” Shaun said, “Desmond, turn that phone off and give it to Rebecca. She’ll check it.”

“Wait-”

“We don’t have to tell Bill about this.” Shaun said, “That phone could have easily given Abstergo our location. We need to move.”

Lucy’s eyes widened when Desmond gave the phone to Rebecca and she said, “We need to destroy it then. To keep us safe!”

“What? No!” Desmond stepped forward to cover Rebecca.

No.

To cover the phone.

“Altaïr just used it to contact me. We need to know how it was able to do that.”

“It’s a risk but he’s right, that Altaïr could have just as easily been a trap but we need to be sure.” Shaun was already taking down the papers on his corkboard as he said, “Come on, Lucy, let’s pack as quickly as we can. We can contact Bill on the move.”

Desmond frowned.

Lucy looked pale.

Was she afraid that Abstergo already knew their connection.

“Hey.” Desmond placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling her freeze. He smiled at her as he said, “We’ll be fine.”

His smile grew as he said, “I’ll kill any Templar coming our way, okay?”

[ittoslefttoenail]

How the Tables Turn

( sorry abt the lack of "read more" i'm on mobile, it's my first smut so hope u like it :D )

sub masochistic brat Kaveh, overstim, degradation with some praise, spanking, dacryphilia, femdom she/her reader, sharing apartments with both him and alhaitham ♡ strap can be read as cock

It's no surprise Kaveh is a biiig brat, always trying to outpower his mistress, as his deepest desire is to be thrown around like a ragdoll, and that's the easiest way to get it.

He, however, wasn't expecting it to be this rough today.

He's been pissing you off ALL DAY. teasing you during work, messing up on purpose whenever u asked him to do something, trying to get the control in general. You really had to teach him a lesson.

"Let's go home now, I think we are done for today" speaking innocently, you pull out your keys.

"As u wish, my lady" he says with that wicked, stupid grin.

Once the door locks behind u both, already aware of what was gonna happen, he pretends to be surprised as u pin him against the wall and start the scolding.

"What the FUCK did u think u were doing?! this was a important meeting, not a appropriate moment at all for u to sneak under my desk like a desperate bitch! I could've lost my job if they noticed us"

"I'm sorryyy~"

"You don't mean it."

The tent under his pants getting bigger by each second, how couldn't he be excited? the woman he fell for, the one he would gladly die for, getting clearly aroused by his actions but still trying to hide it! He thought it was really hot.

Usually you would deny his orgasm, which he was quite used to despite failing to hold it every single time, but this time u just wanted to destroy his smug little face and see him cry.

He kissed u eagerly, taking off his shirt while you guided him to the bedroom. You hold his wrist tightly as he was about to touch the last buttom.

"Let me do this instead."

He looked beautiful from this view, staring at your breasts like a pervert once you bent down to reveal his slightly toned abs, his blonde hair falling on his shoulders like silk.

Suddenly, you pull off his belt to use it as a makeshift handcuff. He struggles against it and u search on ur vanity for some...stuff

"Hey babe, what's going on???" he asked, trying to hide how nervous he is.

"Don't you try and get any answer from me, just take it like the needy brat you are."

"AH-"

In the blink of an eye you pull down his pants and shoves down the fleshlight with no lube at all, in a fast and unexpected pace.

Kaveh growls and whimpers, begging for u to slow down, and the only thing he got from it was a good slap and a red mark on his ass

"You wanted it so bad all day after all, do u think i'll pity you at this point?"

Oh, these words got to him, the both shame and pleasure he gets from being talked down to like that is the biggest turn on, his filthy fantasies clouding his mind.

You align your double sided strap to his entrance, not taking your hands off the fleshlight abusing his cock, not even for a second.

He throws his head back and cries out from this new form of stimulation both of you never tried until tonight.

"What a-about- Alhaitham???!" he manages to babble through his anxious, shallow breath.

"Oh? you're afraid he might catch us? dont worry, I know u would like that."

"Of course I wouldn't. D-don't be stupid!"

"To be caught by your dear friend while getting pegged by your goddess, sounds nice right? you're such a slut, Kaveh. Disgusting, really."

His face is bright red and sweaty, the worst part is that you're not wrong. With your other hand u proceeded to pinch his nipples, he brings his tied arm up to bite down on it to avoid screaming at your flaming touch, as much as he wanted to scream your name, the fear of being caught still got him shaking.

The knot on his stomach got tighter, unleashing his orgasm without warning, thinking he would be punished for cumming without permission he trembles.

"Don't worry, you will get to cum more than u want or deserve to." slapping him once again, it's a quite cute view. His tongue lolling out and his eyes watering as your cock hits the right spot over and over, his cute dick all soaked, you can't help but want to ruin him.

"Please, no more-"

"Aww, cmon baby, u can do one or two more for me yeah? don't you wanna be a good boy for mommy?"

His thoughts start going blank from the sudden sweetness in your voice.

"Nghh..good boy...g-good boy good boy"

His back arches once again, you're in for a good and long night ♡

[plasticfangtastic]

Can we Be Lonely Together? Ch. 2

A Homelander x Stalker!Reader fanfic

This is a gender neutral fanfic but deep down its just a Homelander X Joe Goldberg fic do with that as you wish. This is a slow burn fic btw

PLZ FORGIVE ME I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT A READ MORE OPTION ON MOBILE SO SORRY IF THIS LOOKS LENGHTY.

Summary: We were two mices pretending to be cats, weren't we?

We Didn't expect to find ourselves int his situation, But John... Homelander... You were perfect... none of this was a lie, these feelings are genuine! So I don't know why you're using such words... stalker... pyschotic bitch? Insane... Liar!? to describe me, after all I've done for you-- Us!? all I done to help you!?

You were wrong.

I just yearned to get closer so what if I did my homework? After all you played along. I knew you knew... you were so loud

R18: TW murder mention, CSEM mention.

Chapter two

Financial Advice for Crooks.

I had my vices.

Life hadn’t been easy, I had limited options and limited paths for the longest time so when I finally had a taste of anything but misery I sank my teeth in its throat, I settled my nest in a corpse of my past– I found my calling. Got my groove on, and began to move up in my way to hell. I made my money, and I made connections, and eventually I got used to this lifestyle.

I thought you would’ve been impressed by how good I was at my job… 

So I came to New York for business. It wasn’t cheap, but unlike the usual dreamers… they didn’t come to this city with a terabyte of crap to blackmail their landlord to lower their rent seventy-five-percent below street average. So I treated myself to the finer things, expensive things… short lived things… so all the meals and wine money could offer, material things didn’t last, but I wanted to feel good… the sort of good where sex doesn’t compare, beside I could never be loved or love… until I met you.

So I devoured with gusto all the Michelin stars, critics recommendations in the Times, highest rated Yelp! review joint, hidden gems, and anything that failed to include the price on the menu... I lived for once. 

For I was starved… until now.

So there I was in some bloody fucking warehouse tied up, my left arm dislocated and a five inch nail adhering my palm to this facebook marketplace find of a chair.

Let’s not even discuss the state of my face.

“You think you can rob me!? I gave you my trust! I welcome you into my family! I let you babysit my fucking kids! And this is how you repay me!? Stealing from me!?” His voice was louder than any thought around me.

I could hardly see or hear anything, my eyes swollen and my ears throbbing, hot, stiff, my shoulders burnt, my hand itching, and screaming.

“I’ll… I’ll pay…”

“Doesn’t change anything, kiddo. If I let you live then word gets out in the streets that you can disrespect me, and sail smoothly!”

“I’ll pay you double the interest! Come on Roman! I fucked up!” I can barely think, my mouth is dry and wet– I can get you something good!” My throat rips itself apart trying to speak to this suited hooligan.

“Like I care… get this bitch out my face.” he said to some goon behind me.

“Vought! I can get you Vought!”

It's always on your mind. You become a petulant child when it comes to Vought– your biggest competitor.

“Excuse you?”

“Edgar is on his way out. The market is going to be in a panic, no?” I spit drool and my teeth– word is that Homelander will take the helm… you think that homeschooled twat can manage to run one of the biggest companies in the world? I’ll get you the trading secrets… I’ll get.. you anything…”

“How do you know Edgar is out? What are you saying?”

“My FBSA contact… they didn’t pay up, so I gave them a visit… and that Neuman chick was so fucking loud. Something about a big press release in a couple days, they’re gonna arrest Edgar. The Homelander wants him out.”

“Why do you have a contact in the FBSA?”

“I wanted to pay you… needed some Supe to blackmail…”

“You’re lying.”

“Keep me alive until you see the bitch on the news. Help me get a job at Vought. I’ll get you something worth more than One-Hundred-K.” I plead, my voice a tire running out of air– please… Roman… please I beg you… believe me one more time! even I wouldn’t lie about this.”

It might’ve been the fantasy that gave him the capacity to hand mercies for he kept me alive in that warehouse for two days, for your new girlfriend was on the TV hitting Edgar like an avalanche.

Cut to, three weeks later, there I’m in business attire sitting across an exhausted HR rep who can’t believe his boss is making him do this, behind the almost perfect smile, and the mundane questions he had already hired me, my resume was perfect and seeing the urgency pulling at his leash even if my resume hadn’t been finely crafted, your company would’ve given me the job. The department was stressed while being examined closely by the shareholders, the whole company was frantic.

I got the call by the end of the week.

By Monday there I was walking into that massive hundred plus storey behemoth of a tower, worse than any fugly billionaire row structure. I saw why people were impressed by this butt-plug of a building, just sucking on the land around it, hogging all the air space with its glass ‘Seven’ and its name illuminating the airspace, big enough to have its own gravitational pull and New Yorkers were the moons running laps around it.

Before I knew it I was dragged around by security to receive my special keycard with my fake name and all, then met the highest qualified person in this department, some sweet anxious thing called Anika, you know her– if not the smell of adrenaline she gives off when you’re around.

It seems people here were allergic to sunlight– any light actually! This couldn’t be good for anyone's eyes.

She handed me a desk, and well everything after that must be quite boring for you, so let me TDLR…

There was a reason why I chose this department. I could’ve aimed to be an assistant, worked in any other department, even been the fucking janitor and I would had been able to fulfil my task, but I knew that Vought had all the resources and cutting edge technology to get the fuck away from Roman Ban and Banvision Global. In here I’d forge a new name, destroy all trace of my existence, what little there was of my digital fingerprint, and above all… I could make money.

It wasn’t difficult. 

So I started with Kevin… sorry I meant… The Deep (ugh) his mind was easy to navigate, behind the mountain of cetacean erotica, self-loathing, bisexual worries, genuine environmental worries, his abs and octopussy fantasies– it didn’t take me long to find out his social security number, his bank account passwords and numbers, social media passwords, both private and public– did you know he had an account in the Jeremy Renner app? Anyhoo… I had all I needed written in sparkly ink, and swirly cursive. 

I simply had to sell some tabloid his web search history, or transfer small amounts at a time to an offshore account, small enough to go unnoticed disguised as his usual transactions, he had several trials and memberships he had yet to cancel-- I pitied Deep to a degree we both had been bad with money. I just didn’t spend most of my money donating to cults and environmental causes. 

As the days went by I collected passwords and keys from all suits worth a damn, and did my job to cancel those memberships diverting them to me, and taking small amounts, collecting and crafting packages to blackmail them, sending personalized emails demanding ransom, etcetera.

But I had a guy ready to kill me to prove a point, so I kept working.

The more I saw my plan coming together, the more brazen I became. I thought I’d be there for a month at most… so there I was staying till late. My mind still assaulted by the discovery of the depth of the Deep’s depravity, and his annoying wife, this wasn’t my first introductory lesson into bestiality… that had been in the fifth grade at a Wendy’s parking lot when my powers were at their worst– and he wasn’t the only person on this floor that indulged in filth, not even the worse kind, the worse was that lady in IT storing a hard-drive with the sort of shit, that will have the FBI shutting down Vought for a couple days to investigate why there’s kids stored in the company servers– which… I did… tell Roman about.

“Excuse me?”

I had forgotten till now.

“Yeah… Joanne in IT… you should… keep Ryan away from that floor, just saying ‘cuz she ain’t ugly and he’s vulnerable.”

I’ve never seen you so pale, almost as pale as the corpse next to the couch.

“Anyways I was saying…”

I love how family oriented you are. The way your heart was racing just now, the way your jaw twitched for a second, it was sweet how much you cared.

“There’s also that guy in security who’s been stealing shit to roofie girls.”

Your pretty blonde locks felt to the side of your forehead, as you cocked your head confusedly.

I sat in that screen lit room, waiting for the building to get as quiet as it possibly could. There were always people in this place, sleepyheads and night shifts. This place had become less phallic and more a living organism, every hallway and room serving a function to keep it erect non-stop.

Curiosity won over me and I love obscene indulgences, I have an appetite for things that do me no good. So I knew a place I had to see So there I’m in the elevator knowing the floor is mostly empty, and knowing I had the floor all for myself, knowing where every soul was placed and the password to erased the security footage (plus I had already blackmail the right security guard) I headed upstairs to a special place.

The ninety-nine floor.

Walking across the golden marble, crossing the wooden frames and the gallery of greatest hits with no artistic value intrinsic to them– I saw the statues guarding the Seven’s boardroom, and found an unlocked sliding door. The silvery "Seven" table, with all its sharp edges, the famous chairs every supe in the world wanted to sit down on– not me. 

I wasn’t pretty enough for the pageant circuit, my parents were… disappointed… to say the least… found me creepy, repulsive even! saying I kept them hostage in their own home, unable to keep anything hidden. I tried to control my powers until they could forgive me, anyone…could forgive me, so I never imagined myself in this room, much less in spandex.

So I sat on your chair, at the helm turning to see the best view of the big city.

Your statues and your painting staring down on me, you were unbearable, just a pretty blond in tights, with a padded suit even for your dick as if you needed protection from upcoming kicks to the balls. Everybody feared you, and if they didn’t they wanted to be you, you seemed so far up your ass– and all your staff simply indulged you, afraid that even an atomic bomb couldn’t stop your tantrums. Too afraid to tell you… even if your name was on the door, you weren’t running shit. All the actual work was done by your former assistant it seemed, just delivered dumbed down to your level by the time it reached this table for you to play pretend, and feel like a big boy. 

I was surprised you could even read, but then again you could shoot lasers out of your eyes and if rumor was true your piss was acid– so Jesus knows I wasn’t going to question it.

Your chair was comfy, and I bet all those numbnuts wished they could sit on it.

The view was worth it, I could see why people liked this stupid city– did my job and ate quickly but I wanted more… so thankfully I had a good book on my kindle and a juicy chapter to unfold.

Looking at the clock I cleaned myself and began heading out, my mind finally shutting down, it was the only way I could sleep, Soon I would’ve been awake trying to hold my head together… I know you were at my house so I know you saw the valium next to my bed, and the mix-and-match bags of sleeping pills.

I should’ve looked at the clock better, I should’ve hung in there, freely disrupting my routine willingly. It was nice to hear nothing, just the sound of my wispy breath and my loafers squeaking, in this silence I failed to notice you.

I failed to notice you had entered this place at all. Did you find it hard to sleep? Did you step outside your enclosure looking for enrichment? I wasn’t thinking that when I stepped into the elevator with my eyes glued to my phone, you weren’t on my radar. 

My heart nearly burst out of my chest at the sight of red gloves holding the door.

My bladder nearly emptying itself.

When your frame came into my general vicinity. I swallowed hard. Still had some cheese caught behind my teeth.

Nervously I looked up, catching the back of the American flag and your shoulder pads. Golden eagles caging me, frosted tips right before my eyes, and your hand pressing on the elevator going up.

My hand still hovering near the control panel aching to press down, your collar creeked as you turned to look at my insignificant presence.

“What floor?”

How polite, your voice so quiet, guess you hadn’t noticed me either.

“Ground… thank you.”

Your perfume was virtually non-existent, you were warmth, sunflowers and cotton. I had cats to kill it seems for I looked up catching your disturbed reflection in the chrome. Your eyes somewhere else, something about that picture made me too curious.

I turned it back on: feeling the burst, holding a wince behind my teeth. I found myself leaning against the wall, your ear picking up as I held my head lightly.

You found me annoying, dramatic, loud. I held back my breath as I fixed myself in the corner, just out of fear.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” 

I’m dead. I thought

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing you are!”

I…I…I am sorr– I began to mumble.

You weren’t saying anything, but it was you speaking. Screaming at yourself. 

That voice so rough and you became so meek, I took a quarter step forward-- in this small box I could do more than just listen, in the chrome your face moved, it spoke and walked in his few feets of space looking down on you, taunting you, remind you of today’s failures listing them as if he was your mother in the middle of math homework.

You could cry.

You wanted to cry.

You were a wave, a wave pulling me further into the sea and I had no idea how to swim any longer. How? How could you see yourself like this? Why do you let him act like this? 

When had you turned to see me? Had my leaning been too noticeable, could you smell the provolone in my tongue? My lips shakily pursed upwards.

It seemed the voice faded away.

“Did you get lost?” You looked directly at my badge.

“Heard they had mints in this floor’s bathroom.” where’s my fucking oscar!? 

Homelander mouth half open, too tired to react just shaking awkwardly but your half closed eyes watched me curiously.

And finally I saw your face.

Your eyes were so tired, everything about you looked exhausted, your posture kept straight by your suit pulling you up, but when your lip indulged in the joke. 

Magic.

My heart sang a song made in your honor, my cheeks so flushed it made me itchy. 

The elevator stopped but you didn’t leave when the doors opened, your finger pressed lightly on the right command.

“Who are you?”

“A corporate spy sent to steal trading secrets for your competitors”

You bombarded me with a singular warning “Don’t lie.” I lived in a world where nobody could lie to me, it got boring, it got insulting, hateful, cruel, so I wasn’t going to lie to you, not when I knew you wanted to decompress… with my spine.

You laughed.

It was so cute– you moved in slowmo.

You took a step back, listening to my unfazed heartbeat, I told you the truth but you heard a joke, maybe you needed a laugh for that voice was back to pestering you.

“I’m new. I was curious about the Seven’s gallery… sorry.”

“Don’t do it again.” You said with a jovial tone so threatening it reverted to being sweet– got it?”

Not a single picture, drawing, GIF, fancam, etcetera. Did ya justice, I could see it now… why everybody fawned over you, but I saw something else.

Behind those blue eyes.

Was the loneliest man in the world.

Your mind I wanted to peek more. I wanted to speak and decipher that voice in your head, I wanted to see why you hated those people under you, I wanted to understand what made you so upset that no matter how much you tried threatening me, it wouldn’t… it wasn’t making you feel any better.

“I’m sincerely sorry.” I said barely whispering but you heard it crystal clear– hope you have a goodnight Mister Gillman.”

The doors began to close as your eyes widened and your lips shaped an ‘O’.

I could’ve sworn your cheeks turned pale and pink.

Mine were candy apples, for once… I regretted saying Good night.

[iwanttorundirectlyintothesun]

fuck the ndia

no, seriously, these bastards are so incapable of admitting that they don't actually care about the Australian people that they want to blame people who don't follow their (self-admittedly) complicated instructions to the dot on the i's for "wasting money" by accruing aids that they actually need. they punish people by refusing to help people buy clothing accommodations, mobility aids, transport and then making them wait for replies. a kid died. a 19 year old on an ndis plan died in their home because the ndia didn't help, didn't give them the support that they needed to the point that the last thing the kid communicated to anyone was a text asking if the ndis responded to their request for 24 hr support.

Menstruation products are only available as a support if they are deliberately and specifically required by the disability, not if your period is affected by your disability, not if you have a particularly difficult menstrual cycle that is exacerbated by your disability, only if you have an issue that is specifically and evidentially caused by your disability.

They want thousands of dollars worth of reports that list each thing wrong with you and the way you live, they want several years worth of doctors visits and personal accounts and bank statements. All so someone that doesn't even have a medical degree can tell you that it's not cost effective. Can tell you that under rule 34 of the 2013 ndis act they can legally say, "sorry, you're not worth the money".

And then when you give them that truly unnecessary number of personal details and evidence they don't even look at it. They don't read the letters from the specialists. They ignore evidence and say that it doesn't matter that that recommendation came directly from a professional/specialist. They don't look at the receipts and testimonials and papers you've found and researched on your own time to prove that this aid will help, this prescription will help you live a better, calmer, happier life not marred by as much pain and suffering. A life that's living and not just surviving.

All because they don't care, because the government made some stupid decisions decades ago and every time they get an opportunity to change they dig themselves deeper and say don't worry about the inflation, don't worry about the cost of living, don't worry about how your body and your country are failing you.

People on a disability scheme like the ndis according Australian Institute of Health and Welfare are twice as likely if not more to commit suicide than the general population. Men who are disabled are more likely to commit suicide and more likely to consider it (doi: 10.1093/pubmed/fdy197).

They hire lawyers that call in soft voices to tell you that you need to resubmit years worth of evidence, that "that's not what the agency is for" when you ask for the recommended number of hours. And legal aid is no help, they want you to wait until you're booked until you ask them for help even when you've been told specifically to ask them for help. And because this is happening all over, the support workers and advocacy groups are overrun and overworked.

The ndia only cares if it will make them look good on paper. The ndia will tell the general population "look how much money we saved" while the disabled looks on in agony, while they are denied medication, support, aid, transportation, therapies and god knows what else.

[ingravinoveritas]

Not me finishing another fic! This was such a moment that we let go by too quickly. Started this fic in March of 2021 and now it’s finally--finally--done. Read on!

Title: The Boxer Rebellion Author: Me Rating: R/NC-17 Pairing: Michael Sheen/David Tennant Warnings: Sexual references and some language Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, 100% made up. Please don't sue. Thanks. Summary: Michael’s mouth fell open, a mixture of jealousy and pride curling in his stomach at the realization that David had just shown his underwear--and more than the barest hint of a few other things--on nationally-viewed late night television. Author’s Note: Takes place in March of 2021, when Michael was still in NYC recovering from Covid and David went on the Late Late Show and this happened:

Author’s Note 2: Dedicating this to @thetardisisblueandroseistoo who had a rough day today. Love you, my friend! 💗 (Fic also available on AO3.)

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“You promise you’ll be watching?”

“Of course, Dai.”

Michael had already committed every detail to memory. Late Late Show. Monday.

David checked in again that morning, texting one final insistent plea:

Watch alone.

Michael obliged, reclining into the worn leather sofa cushions, the glow of the television flickering over his face. His eyes widened when David stood, deftly moving the camera to a familiar angle until his boxers came into view.

“This was my Valentine’s gift from Georgia. Look at these. Look at that beauty!”

Michael’s mouth fell open, a mixture of jealousy and pride curling in his stomach at the realization that David had just shown his underwear--and more than the barest hint of a few other things--on nationally-viewed late night television.

You cheeky bastard...

He bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud, cock stirring with interest in his boxers at what he knew was hiding underneath.

He nearly threw the remote across the room when David started to pose, turning to display the boxers. Michael stared incredulously, unable to look away from those lithe fingers daintily pulling down the fabric. He guffawed in disbelief, utterly charmed at David putting on a show under the pretense of preserving what little modesty he had left.

...But you are putting on a show, aren’t you?

His breath was coming in harder by the time David sat back down, hands itching to slowly spread those slender thighs apart. David’s face was as pink as the loud suit jacket he had on, and Michael damn well knew it had nothing to do with embarrassment.

He shut the telly off before the interview ended and grabbed his mobile from a nearby table.

“Mmh...’lo?”

“What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

A sleepy smirk drifted across David’s face, eyes fluttering open to see Michael grinning at him from the screen of the video call, tousled and beautiful.

He stretched languidly, long legs sliding out from beneath the bed covers. Michael opened his mouth to speak again but was promptly shushed by David pressing a finger to his lips. He tiptoed downstairs to the empty living room, draping himself across the velvet couch at the center, one arm raised attractively over his head, the hem of his t-shirt riding up to reveal a smooth line of bare hip that Michael did not fail to notice.

“Sorry, you were saying?”

Michael smiled, legs spreading open, idly tracing a thumb back and forth over his warm inner thigh, eyes raking down the length of David’s body.

“What. Were you. Thinking?”

“Wasn’t, really.”

David flushed lightly at the memory: the adrenaline coursing through his body, skin prickly and hot knowing Michael was watching.

I was thinking about you.

“You were mere inches from turning Georgia into Pinocchio.”

He snorted, stifling a laugh in the quiet, early morning dark, eyes never leaving Michael.

“I mean, truly. It was like when the monster in the Ghostbusters sequel bulges out of the painting.”

“You are absolutely not comparing my cock to a fictional 15th century tyrant.”

“I have it on good authority that if you wank too much, you will develop Carpathian tunnel syndrome.”

David threw his head back, mouthing ‘fuck off“ in the midst of muted laughter at the same time Michael dissolved into giggles. They stayed like that for several moments, joyful release gradually tapering off into quiet fondness.

“So...” Michael cleared his throat, glancing away and back at David. “Was that, ah...all for me?”

He wasn’t about to take all the credit for David abandoning his good senses. Maybe the not-so-secret exhibitionist side of him that Michael loved had run amok. Maybe he was drunk. Or one of a hundred other explanations that didn’t involve David deliberately performing for an audience of one.

“Knew you were feeling poorly. Thought I'd try to raise your spirits, as it were.”

Shit...

He hadn’t hesitated, answering so openly that it made Michael’s chest ache.

“Well, something certainly was raised,” he joked, trailing off at the concern in David’s eyes.

David didn’t say how scared he'd been when Michael was sick with Covid, stomach twisting with fear for days on end. Didn’t say how the daily checks-in were a piss poor substitute for holding him, brushing his nose along the edge of Michael’s jaw, inhaling his scent. Kissing him with ever-increasing urgency, his hands cupping either side of Michael’s face.

He watched Michael watching him, pink lips soft and striking against the marled backdrop of his beard. He shifted on the couch, hips flattening against the back, as if to make room for this powerful thing that had grown between them

A month earlier, he’d offered to fly out from London.

“Absolutely fucking not. I feel like shit. I look like shit.”

“You always look perfect to me.”

Michael laughed bitterly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

“Liar. I haven’t had a shower in days.”

“Not a big deal, really.”

“No, I don’t want you getting sick. Christ, I’d never forgive myself.”

David shrugged, the sinuous motion sparking Michael’s memory of pressing his fingertips into those delicate shoulder blades, David arching into his touch, back curled up against Michael’s chest.

“We’ve shared lots of things. We’ve shared a bed. We could share this, too.”

But Michael was adamant.

He still wished he’d gone.

Nothing was ever simple anymore. Not like fondling a cardboard cutout of Michael’s head--God, really, what was that?--and flashing his boxers on late night bi-continental TV in a fit of--

Madness? Love?

Maybe a bit of both...

“Emotional support pet, was it?”

Michael’s voice cut through the din in David’s head, and he realized how long he’d been quiet.

“I--well...s’just the first thing I thought of at the time, really...”

Now he’d gone the other way, too many words, vowels and consonants and assorted Scottish noises pouring from his mouth before he could stop them, and God, it was too late for this, or too early--

“Didn’t say I minded.”

Michael was smirking, lower lip tugged between his teeth. It was impossibly, maddeningly sexy, and David felt exposed and delighted all at once.

“Consider the collar on order, then.”

“Oh, fuck...”

Michael groaned, cupping himself through the thin fabric, cock already half-hard. “You can’t just say shit like that--”

 “You’d like that, yeah? Wearing a collar for me?”

“God, David...”

Arousal flooded Michael’s senses, stomach muscles tightening under David’s heated gaze. The air had gone syrupy, thick and heady, the leather cushions sticky against the backs of his knees.

“Always.”

There were a thousand things Michael wanted to say, wanted to spill out over David, smearing the words into his freckled skin like ink. He wanted to watch David touch himself, legs spread over the couch, tight arse and that perfect, puckered hole of his on display. He wanted to watch David fall apart with a keening cry as he jerked himself to blissful completion.

But he was so tired, chest and arms aching and still on the mend.

Michael hadn’t wanted anyone to know how bad it was, isolating himself away in a room of the apartment no one else was allowed in, keeping as low a profile as possible. David had called to check on him, soft and still in his thick-rimmed glasses, his eyes saying everything he couldn’t.

Tell me. Tell me what’s going on.

One look was all it took to do away with Michael’s resolve, the façade crumbling as hastily as it had gone up, and he wept, pouring out all of his fears to the man he loved so deeply.

Michael sighed, slumping back into the couch cushions. David felt his chest tighten. He wanted to be there beside him, resting his head in the crook of Michael’s neck until he felt his breathing even out.

“Fuck...”

“S’okay. We’ll have time later. Rest.”

“When I can have my hands on you again...”

 “Got your head to keep me company in the meantime.”

“Lucky you. I’ve been told I give excellent head.”

“Apart from the chafing, sure.”

Another stifled schoolboy giggle--perfect, somehow, for a schoolboy crush--and another downward glance before they both looked up again.

Slag.

David could hear it in Michael’s voice, though neither of them spoke.

Only for you.

“I’ve got to go to bed.”

“Yes, you should go to bed.”

“Love you, Dai.”

David paused, breath catching at how freely Michael always said it. Paler shades of blues and oranges had just begun to color the indigo sky, and part of him didn’t want the night to end.

“Love you, too, Michael.”

He stared at the phone long after the call ended, committing every second of their conversation to memory. The image of David in the boxers returned then, unbidden, and Michael couldn’t help but laugh--at the absurdity, and at the wonder of this man who would do something so silly for him during such a hard time.

Michael laid out fully on the couch, his last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep of David, haloed in early morning light.

[sonnetsficofcringe]

Awoken

Chapter 2 desperate worry

Wally’s pov

Summary: Wally wakes up in the studio, time has seemed to pass without him. And his friends.

T/W’s :panic attacks and little bit of angst wally cries

Im on mobile so the wording will look weird. Sorry for your eyes! Also i do not proof read, i publish late at night, anywho lets start.

BOOM CRACK

Wally hits the bottom of the desk he was under, the loud sound of thunder jolts him out of his coma like state. Trying to climb out from under the desk His eyes adjust to the dark and a gasp leaves him.

“Oh no…”

What he saw wracked his innocent mind, His friends scattered around the broken down recording studio.’did the do it?’ wally thought to himself.‘Did they really cancel us?’

He scans the room making sure his friends are not missing any limbs. No one was, thank the heaven, just looking worn and dusty. He let out a calmed sigh. “Oh thank the stars…now let me jus-“ he was cut off with a thud. Now facing the floor wally looked back and failed to notice something about himself. He fell speechless.

His shin is missing, everything below the knee.

Trying to scream his voice is caught in his throat, where was his leg? Why was it gone? Why!? Oh… his leg was caught inside the floorboards and he ripped his shin out by the seams when attempting to walk. He gets back up with the help of a broken board and took hobbled hops towards each of his friends. Shaking each one and giving gentle but firm nudges, he realized with no one to care for and maintain them, they went back to “sleep”

“yes sleep! Thats what they’re doing! Maybe home can-“

Wally was cut off again but this time instead of shock, it was from fear. He didn’t see home when he checked everyone else. The 9th neighbour was reverted to nothing but a door, window, roof and the left overs of home’s base. Home’s remaining eye no longer conveyed any sort of life, broken windows taking their place.

The producers took home apart thinking it was the reason for the puppets being more lively, but Wally knew better. Wally always was told from his creator that it was love. The love from the studio workers, the love from the children and the love of their creator that made them live. Home only kept them safe, but not alive.

The creator knew this.

Wally knew this.

But they never asked.

Wally huffs an angry whimper and begins to hobble toward the only exit of the recording studio. Using his one tippy toe he barly reaches the door knob and begins to turn it, locked?

(Cue to other side of door being blocked by a broom)

He stares at the door in shock, then begins to desperately try and turn the door knob, panic setting in with the realization that no one knows they’re here. No on is going to come looking. Wally eyes start to blur and though he has no lungs he can feel his breathing take a faster pace almost choking him. Eyes start to well as he scratches the door while sobbing “NO! nonononono- oh no. Please no. Not again I don’t wanna be alone, not again……”

He crumbles to the ground and curls himself into a ball, silently sobbing till he falls into a dreamless sleep.

Like he did for so many years before.

Oof that ending, I promise you find him in the next chapter tho. I will try not to make him cry anymore maybe.

what Wally saw when he woke up. If you look by Barnaby you can notice what’s left of home

[walteradorer]

Since I’ve never introduced my Hellsing OC I figured I’d ramble about him for a moment. I’ll also add a sort of reference sheet and other silly pieces I made for him but please ignore my doodoo art 🫶 (Sorry if it’s a bit of a tough read, mobile Tumblr is weird and I’m just rambling) I’ll also happily answer any questions about him :’3

His name is William Dianthus (Walter gave him that last name based off flowers he tended to growing on the Hellsing property, Sweet William) and he currently lives on the Hellsing property in a room in the basement that was converted into a “guest bedroom” for him. He stands at around 5’9” unless he’s wearing boots with heels and he always has his nails painted and shaped into stilettos. He IS allowed on some missions as a form of back up, and his weapon is a McMillan TAC-50 which is covered in stickers and even has some hanging charms (he used Walter’s wires to tie them there lol)

William was a failed experiment conducted by Millennium, so while he’s not a full artificial vampire, he does have some qualities they share. He was picked up by Millennium as a young child and kept in captivity while they were conducting experiments on him, and dare I say he was one of the first they experimented on due to the fact that Walter had rescued him when he and Alucard raided that location in The Dawn. He originally had regular teeth but due to the stress he felt, he pretty much filed them down in a way to cope, he pulled one out during a very bad experimentation (hence the gold tooth) and he had continued to file them down even after being rescued and brought to Hellsing.

When he first arrived, Sir Arthur was rather weary of him so he instructed Walter to lock him in with Alucard, and during this time he formed a sort of father son bond with Alucard due to being able to communicate telepathically with Alucard’s unawakened form. Walter would of course frequently visit, and even preform Yo-Yo tricks to help ease William’s fears and anxieties (yes that’s a Walter headcanon of mine) or just sit and talk about their lives. Walter stayed in the same cell with Alucard for approximately 8 months, and after he was released he got into the habit of following Walter everywhere, almost like a puppy of sorts. The two eventually formed an attraction for eachother which lead to a relationship they got into in their 20s, and to this day are still in.

When Integra took over Hellsing, William made a vow to protect her with his life, and he sees her as a sort of sibling. The same goes for Seras once she joins Hellsing. William frequently brings in strange pets as the years go on, and Integra never grew fond of this, for one exception, a small black shorthair stray William named Pumpkin due to her being a “halloweeny cat.” He had to sort of bribe Walter into allowing Pumpkin inside, stating that the cat was just like him when he was younger (and poor Walter begrudgingly allowed William to bring Pumpkin inside 😭) but Pumpkin, Walter and Integra are all sort of bonded now, so yes Pumpkin is an “official” Hellsing member! William even stitched up her own little hat and uniform lol

I’ll likely add more when I can but the autism is taking over and I’m struggling to form coherent thoughts lmao

[catboyclarity]

1, 3, 8 for for Leigh, Moira, and Nicky?

Sorry for taking forever to respond to these!! The original ask game ended up not being super accessible on mobile and I have been busy with stuff while at my computer.

What first impression do they typically make? Are they likeable from the get go, or take time to grow on people?

Leigh: Her obvious construct markings tend to make people wary of her, regardless of what she does or doesn't do. If people take the time to talk to her, they tend to read her as pathologically shy and neurotic. She's a very sweet and kind person, which most people will notice if they actually spend time with her.

Moira: She generally comes off as extremely professional and reserved, and this can continue pretty far into a relationship with someone. She basically refuses to let anyone get to know her on a real level which means most people outside her family have a perception of her as "that one really serious Black chick" that never quite changes.

Nicky: They oftentimes come out the gate bitching because that's their defense mechanism. Once you get past the initial Nicky bitchfit moments, they can get much more likeable, but whether you see that side of them depends heavily on stuff going on in their own mind that they can barely understand.

3.What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Leigh: Desire. She feels like she's not allowed to want things and is evil(er) if she does.

Moira: like anything. She emotionally represses pretty much everything in an effort to protect herself + feel useful. Any really intense emotion is one she forces down so as not to be a problem for other people. Anger is a big one though.

Nicky: Nicky can't really handle any emotion as it relates to other people, but in particular struggles a with feelings of betrayal. That will universally make them freak the fuck out.

8.How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative?

Leigh: She herself is not super able to understand what her "true feelings" are. She acts scared when she's scared and happy when she's happy, but other than that it's all very confusing to her. She tries, and frequently fails, to mask as a "normal person". Her childhood really fucked up her emotional development in a way she struggles to address or grow from.

Moira: See above about the emotional repression. In her mind, if she expresses how she actually feels, everything will go to shit immediately and it'll be her fault.

Nicky: They have very little filter vis-a-vis emotional expression. They will let you know how they are feeling RIGHT AWAY and generally with way less tact than you'd like. I think they do to some extent try to control themself, but they don't always succeed. It's not something they really like about themself.