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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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DRINKING SHOTS WITH CHRIS AND LEON

Synopsis: To fulfill a promise, you brought some Vodka to drink. But you never expected the evening to end like this...

Characters: Leon Kennedy; Chris Redfield; Reader

Warnings: some alcohol; fluff

Words: 1.631

You slammed the bottle onto the wooden surface between the two guys who were sitting at the bar counter. As they both looked up, you grinned, holding three shots in your hands, "Like I promised, drinks are on me.", you said, sliding in the gap between the tall men: Chris Redfield and Leon Kennedy.

Chris smirked and quirked a brow with an amused expression while Leon turned over to you, almost matching Chris' glance as he looked at you as well, "You don't really want to do this, my sweetheart.", Leon said with an arrogant smirk.

You looked up at Leon with a lopsided smirk and a challenging glance, "First of all, I'm not your sweetheart. And second, that was the deal. After this mission, drinks are on me. It was our first big mission together. We have to celebrate that.", you pointed out, reminding these two of the promise you had given to each other.

Leon shook his head slowly, "Look, we're both grown men and you're-"

"I'm what, Kennedy? Huh? I'm what?", you asked challenging, crossing your arms over your chest while waiting for Leon to end his sentence. You already knew how some were seeing you: as a little girl who wasn't fitting into this kind of job.

Chris shook his head to signal Leon to shut up. The last thing he should do was to answer this question if Leon wanted to live long enough to see the end of the night. So, like a real friend, Chris jumped in to help, "Look, what Leon wanted to say is that we... We want to protect you-"

Chris thought himself as smart but he wasn't what let you smirk. Slowly, you turned over to him, smiling at him sweetly, "Protecting? Me? You two?", you asked before you laughed loudly. As you calmed down, tears were filling your eyes and running down your cheeks while you had difficulties to breathe properly. You laid your arms around Chris' and Leon's shoulders, even sitting they were both taller than you, "Boys, don't you dare to forget that I saved your sweet asses, alright? You wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for me."

"Oh, come on! You know that's not true!", Leon argued but as you looked slowly at him he became silent. In fact you were right. The last mission had been a bit tricky and you were right. You had watched out for them with your sniper rifle as it became extremely dangerous. One by one, you had brought BOWs down as if you were picking apples from a tree. Leon nodded and pointed at the unlabeled bottle, "Alright, alright. We owe you something. What have you brought us to drink?"

You grinned devilish, "Vodka. The...good one. At least, I got told that you would like it."

Chris and Leon changed a knowing glance while you watched their faces fall in realization. Leon was the first who recovered, "No...", he breathed, shock mirroring in his eyes what amused you.

Then you looked at Chris who had the same expression in his eyes. You put the shots next to the bottle, "Yes.", you said serious.

"No.", Chris whispered and shook his head slowly.

"Hell yes.", you said again. Both men watched how you took the bottle to open it. You removed the cap before you poured the clear liquid elegantly into all three shots.

You couldn't know that but Chris and Leon had a 'past' with this certain liquid in this certain kind of bottle. As they first drank that stuff, they had experienced the worst hangover in their entire life while Dima, a guy who had helped with a mission and who had brought the alcohol afterwards, seemed to be unimpressed, at all. But maybe, it was just a coincidence and this bottle came from someone else... At least, Leon hoped that. There was no way you could know Dima, "But... Where.. where did you get that from?", Leon asked fearfully.

"Dima.", you answered meaningfully and watched how they both stared at each other, "Boys, don't be shy. Come on.", you said while taking one of the shots. Reluctantly, they followed your lead. You touched glasses and swallowed the alcohol. As you were done, the boys were still staring at their glasses, "Wow, you drink this or are you staring at the glass to get it empty?"

Leon and Chris swallowed their drinks with a grimace. You looked back and forth between them with a big grin, "And? Was it this bad?"

"It's still disgusting.", Leon said with a raspy voice, shaking himself.

Chris reacted the same, "Yeah. I'm still sure this isn't for drinking rather for cleaning something.", Chris whispered.

You took the bottle to fill the glasses once again, "Maybe, the next shot will be better.", you suggested.

"No, not for me.", Chris said.

But you ignored him, "We can't stop after the first shot. One more, Chris, please.", you asked pouting while shoving the other shot to Leon.

Chris looked at you and somehow, you were able to convince him, "Okay, but just one."

Several more shots later, Chris clinged to you like a huge, cuddly teddy bear, "You're so sweet, yn.", he slurred what caused you to chuckle, swaying slightly on your chair by his weight. Leon watched the two of you amused with a stupid grin and shook his head about his silly friend. He knew Chris would regret all of this the next day. If he would remember this, at all.

You looked pleadingly for help at Leon but he just raised his hands in defense that he was powerless. It had been your idea to give Chris alcohol and now, you had to deal with the result of your glorious plan. The tough, tall and stern man became a bundle of emotions if he got something to drink.

Chris leant stronger against you and placed his heavy, muscled arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, "You shouldn't be a part of my team!", Chris whined suddenly, switching his mood from happy to emotional within a second.

"W-what? Why not? I'm good-", you slurred.

"But you're so young! Like my sister. Yn, you could be my little baby sister.", he cried out and hugged you stronger, trying to protect you from the world.

Suddenly, Leon straightened himself, knowing exactly where this could lead, "Chris, it's enough.", he said grinning but with a demanding undertone.

Chris slammed his hand on the table, "No! She has to hear it! Yn, if something ever happens to you, I couldn't forgive myself. You hear me? You're too precious. You shouldn't do this job."

"Alright, Chris. That's enough. Come on, we will bring you to bed.", Leon demanded, swaying as he got up. He laid one of Chris' arms around his own shoulders while he tried to get that heavy, broad guy up from the chair. You helped on the other side, slightly swaying on your feet but together, you were able to bring Chris to his room even if you needed longer than necessary.

"No, I'm not tired. I don't wanna sleep!", Chris protested as he fell on his bed. He bounced a bit up and down but Leon pushed him down back on the mattress as Chris tried to stand up again.

"Good night, Chris. Sleep well.", Leon said.

You already had reached the door as Chris spoke up once again, "Leon, you have to watch out for yn! Take care of her. And I don't mean just tonight. I know you like her. You two belong together."

Even if it was hard to understand, you had heard every single word. You wanted to ask Chris something but he was already asleep. He was sprawled on his bed and snoring like a bear. Silently on your tiptoes, you and Leon left the room.

In the hallway, you walked to the opposite wall, leaning against it with crossed arms and avoiding Leon's eyes, "You wanna tell me something?", you asked, eyes glued to the ground.

Leon approached you slowly, fighting to get a clearer mind for this kind of talk but the alcohol was still a thick cloud around his brain. He stopped in some distance from you, "Yn, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he says-", he started but stopped, searching for the right words which was more difficult in such a state.

"Is that true? What Chris said about you liking me?", you asked, slowly looking up.

Leon held your glance, staying where he was and said nothing, not sure how this could end if he said something wrong. Inwardly, he cursed about Chris' loose tongue when he was drunk.

You instead wanted an answer. With wobbling knees, you stepped closer to Leon, stopping right in front of him. His eyes were boring into yours as you looked up, "Leon, please, is that true what he said?"

Leon raised his hands and cupped your face carefully before he leant down to kiss you very softly almost innocently with his thumbs caressing your cheeks. You could still taste the Vodka on his breath. Like a lightning, the sensation shot through you. But before you could deepen the kiss, Leon removed himself from you, looking into your eyes, "Go to bed and sleep. If you wanna talk about this, we'll do it tomorrow.", he whispered, turned around and walked down the hallway to his own room.

Dumbfounded, you watched after Leon. You were too drunk to run after him but your mind was clear enough to tell you that the next day, you would have to talk with Leon. And maybe, when your body had processed the alcohol properly, you could understand the feelings you had noticed since the moment Leon had kissed you.

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pomefiwhore · 3 years

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Vice-Dorm Leaders + Ruggie reacting when MC asks to take care of their Bug-Type Pokemon

someone already made their interactions with pokemon, but I decided to do with only pokemon with bug types! (and I had so much fun writing jamil's reaction)

Trey Clover - Venomoth

Didn't really seem concerned about taking care of a bug, as long as it makes you happy;

Actually he thinks your pokemon is really pretty;

Your Venomoth could sense his natural calmness and his kind nature, quickly warming up to him;

Your pokemon didn't cause much of a trouble in fact. Riddle was worried about that it could ruin the dorm's garden or startle the other students, but it behaved really well;

Trey loved to spend time with Venomoth and your pokemon feels the same. He wouldn't mind taking care of it more times.

Ruggie Bucchi - Yanma

''Geez Y/N! No, I won't eat your bug! As long as you pay me properly... Shishishishi! Just kidding! Bugs are too disgusting to eat!~''

Your Yanma is really energetic and curious, often flying away to explore the surroundings in its quick speed;

Ruggie is already used to taking care of annoying creatures ahem Leona so he isn't really bothered anymore of running around and fixing the mess your pokemon causes;

However he almost had a heart attack when your Yanma started buzzing around Leona's ears;

He had a hard time avoiding your Yanma getting eaten or catched by the students of Savanaclaw because of its annoying and energetic behavior;

The money compensated all his sweat, however he will not accept taking care of your bug unless you agree paying him double.

Jade Leech - Galvantula

''Oya, oya? I'm sure I am going to be very entertained with this little friend of yours... Of course I will take extremly care of it too~''

Even if his facial expression stays the same, his eyes sparks with adoration and curiosity about your Galvantula, watching every single of its moviment;

Floyd was also enchanted by your pokemon, multiple times trying to squeeze them with joy, the bug however, was not a little bit pleased;

Ending up in a funny situation where your Galvantula uses Thunder Wave on Floyd, paralysing him in a funny position for the rest of the day;

Jade had lots of fun with your pokemon, that passed the whole day getting startled by people and using thunder wave on them;

''Feel free to let me take care of your little friend whenever you want. I never had so much fun like this before... Fufufu~''

Jamil Viper - Ariados

He died;

Jk, but he almost passed out when he saw that your ''pet'' was a big spider;

He agreed reluctantly only because it was you, as you both were really close and he ended up owing you a favor;

His idea was only to watch for your pokemon from a considerate distance;

However it wasn't part of his plans your pokemon get so quickly attached to him because of its kind and clingy nature;

Resulting in unexpected moments of your Ariados crawling on him or suddenly popping in front of him upside down hanging in its spider webs;

Jamil freaked out at least 10 times on that day;

''Awww! Look at it! It really liked you, Jamil!'' - Kalim would smile fondly as the pokemon rubs its head on Jamil's leg, who watched with a terrified look;

He definitively would never owe a favor to you anymore if that means having to take care of the clingy Ariados again.

Rook Hunt - Metapod

He got a bit surprised by the pokemon's appearance, but didn't mind taking care of it, because he quickly noticed the calm and sleepy nature;

Your Metapod would crawl around the Pomefiore walls, sometimes just randomly sleeping in there, having nothing for Rook to worry about;

Except when he hears terrified screams coming from Vil's room;

''Eeewwww! Who let this... this... DISGUSTING creature get inside my room?!'' - Vil whined, Rook getting surprised of how quick your pokemon changed its sleeping spot;

He went through a hard time calming Vil's nerves, reassuring that this won't happen again and that the Metapod belongs to you;

''What kind of questionable taste for pets this potato has?!'' - Vil complains, but eventually letting go of the pokemon's presence, but still getting a bit startled and keeping a distance everytime he spots your Metapod;

Besides that happening, your pokemon didn't gave much of a trouble, Rook happily assuring you that can still count for him to take care of your ''sweet'' pokemon.

Lilia Vanrouge - Scolipede

Got super excited when you asked to babysit your Scolipede and got extra excited when find out that it was actually a pokemon;

Your pokemon got really distant and grumpy. It didn't like the idea at all of staying away from you;

Lilia tried really bad of playing around with your Scolipede, who only gave glares and threats of attacking;

But the happy lil' Lilia didn't give up yet to make your pokemon warm up to him;

When you finally returned, Lilia handed your buddy, who was with an extremly exhausted look;

''Fufufu...! We had plenty of fun together! Count on me to take care of your friend again~~!'' - He smiled.

Requests are open!!~

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 2

WC: 1728

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption, past relationships

🧠

You and Laszlo had easily fallen back in your work routine during the first week back. His course load was almost identical to that of the previous semester, and so he didn't mandate that you come to classes like he had during the fall. Even so, you insisted on attending like usual.

Taking your seat at the back of the lecture hall you watched as he moved around the front while he spoke. You were supposed to be sorting through the information cards the students had filled out. Not much was actually getting done, as you were highly distracted. His right hand typically found home in his trouser pocket so as not to draw attention. But his left? You licked your lips. Of course you loved both of his hands, but with his favoring the left side you developed a certain affinity for the limb. Oh what his hand was capable of, you reminisced.

Your sigh must have been louder than you anticipated, as Laszlo’s eyes snapped in your direction. “Perhaps if you are bored you should keep your noises of displeasure to yourself,” he said with a quirk of his brow. His face held a look of annoyance, but his eyes told you otherwise. He knew exactly what you were thinking about based on the sound you made and it amused him to no end. You knew he meant nothing by the harsh statement. He did so to maintain his staunch reputation in front of the class.

Biting your lip you issued a “sorry, professor.” Even from across the room you could see the brief flicker of heat in his eyes at your 'apology'. To everyone else the encounter would probably leave them shitting themselves, but you knew better. Even a small success such as this was to be celebrated in your mind.

You had been hoping that you could push Laszlo to be a bit rougher with you sometimes. He would often restrain himself when you were intimate, but you had an inkling that underneath he was just itching to let go. By no means were you ever left unsatisfied, he made damn sure of that. You wanted to kick things up a notch; you wanted to see what he was capable of.

He cleared his throat. Picking up where he left off, he began “as you can see, within psychology there is no single truth. No one theory that can fully or definitively explain who we are, why we are, or what becomes of us. That is why we must always ask of ourselves the purpose of our nature and our choices. This term will be a glimpse of seeking answers to our questions. In the meantime - you have a quiz on Monday for the parts of the brain and their functions. Do not be late or come with excuses, I do not give makeups often, if ever. Have a nice weekend.”

With that the young underclassmen all shuffled out to go spend their weekend most likely partying, rather than studying. You really couldn’t blame them, as this section of Introductory Psychology was in the late afternoon. As an undergrad you would have probably done the same on a Friday night.

Both you and Laszlo packed up your things from your respective areas of the room. Once the last student was gone he called out to you. “Sara and John want to meet up this evening, would you like to accompany them or do you have plans?”

“Will you be there too, or are you too busy with paperwork and stuff?” He had been complaining of having a list to work through this week with some new documentation requirement the university put out on the professors. You trek down the stairs to meet him by the front desk.

“I think it would be odd of me to invite you out in the event that I would not be there myself,” he quips back. His hand comes to rest on your side.

You hum in response. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

He chuckles at you, “you’ve spent every day with me.”

“You know what I mean.” Peering around to ensure no one was present, you lean up to give him a quick kiss. “What time do they want us there?”

He checks his phone for the text from John. “In half an hour.”

“Then we better get going before he hogs all the pretzels,” you crack.

The two of you made your way from the university to the old pub a few blocks down the road. Students didn’t come here often, as it was geared towards the older and less rowdy crowd. It was perfect for the four of you though. You had even gotten on with the owner, Cyrus, and his niece Joanna, who often worked the bar.

You sat in the booth next to Laszlo; Sara and John opposite you. The first 45 minutes or so were spent going over the events of the past week back. Eventually, the conversation slowed.

“I think I should get us another round. What do you say?” Sara asked the table. You slid out from your side offering to give her a hand with collecting the new beverages. Laszlo watched as you walked alongside her to the bar, laughing at something Cyrus had said to you. You always looked so beautiful when you were laughing.

“So…” John began, getting his attention. Laszlo turned to face his friend. “I heard a rumor.”

“You know I don’t put credence into such things, out with it John.” Clearly whatever he wanted to discuss he didn’t wish to say in front of your presence. Despite his words Laszlo did have some trepidation about the upcoming conversation. Could it be about you? Maybe you two weren’t being delicate enough with keeping the relationship subtle?

John looks over to the bar where you and Sara are still procuring the drinks. “Karen is in town.”

He relaxed at the turn of events. “Ah, yes. She is guest lecturing at the university while she conducts research of some kind in the city.” Laszlo is matter-of-fact in his response.

John studies him for a minute. He looks concerned. “It’s been what, four years since you last saw her? Or have you seen her yet?”

“I have not. Why do you ask?” He brings the near empty glass to his lips to take a sip of the harsh liquid.

“Well, Laszlo, I just mean that you two were serious for a long time before you moved out here. In fact I had figured you would settle down with her. You left her in Austria to come here, after all,” he explains quietly.

Laszlo cocks his head in confusion. “I don’t see how that would be a concern. The dissolution of our relationship was mutual - she stayed in Vienna; I came to New York. We did not want the strain of attempting something long distance and we both came to the same conclusion on the matter. And it has been four years, John, as you so kindly reminded me. I have moved on and I am quite content now.” His tone was nonchalant.

He is happy. You were vibrant, and thoughtful, and he couldn’t say that he had felt this lighthearted in years. His years with Karen were wonderful, but in truth they didn’t compare to what he had now with you. For once he felt hopeful for what the future with you could bring. It wasn’t as strong a consideration with Karen.

John holds up his hands as if to defend his words. “I’m glad for that, truly. She’s wonderful for you and I can see that. I just worry that Karen’s presence might cause a resurgence of emotions or whatnot with you. Sara and I would hate to see things fall apart for the two of you after everything,” he gestures towards where you stand with her. “Are you going to tell her about Karen?”

Laszlo nods in understanding. “I appreciate the concern, John. But I assure you, I view Karen strictly in professional terms now. I look forward to hearing about her studies here as they could be illuminating for my courses.” He sees movement from you and Sara as you begin your return. “I do not see myself withholding information regarding my past with Karen, but I don’t know that I find it necessary to bring it up as of yet.” John’s nod is faint, as though he disagrees but isn't willing to say so. The conversation is cut short by you setting drinks on the table.

You all stay another hour at the bar. Laszlo’s thigh rests against you, his right hand atop your own leg. Occasionally you can feel the way his thumb lightly strokes you through your jeans. He makes it hard to pay attention to what Sara is saying to the group; little bolts of lightning shoot up your leg and to your core. When your legs clench Laszlo doesn’t seem to notice.

Aside from the growing arousal within you, the soft clink of the index finger of his left hand grabs your attention. A steady tap tap tap as he hits the side of his whisky glass. The movement brings you back to your thoughts during his lecture earlier, how the thick digits with their calloused tips drive you absolutely mad when they brush against your skin. You swallow.

This time Laszlo is aware of your state. His eyes shift to you from where he sits to your left. The two of you hadn’t had time or energy to be intimate since that night he took you to Delmonicos. The lack has taken its toll as you give him that look.

Abruptly Laszlo faces the others. “I would hate to cut our evening short, but I have more paperwork to fill out by Monday for the Dean. I would rather get it done so that I may enjoy my weekend. John, Sara.” He nods his farewell as he nudges for you to move out of the booth. You hold back your giggle at his insistent need to get home.

John looks slightly confused with the suddenness of your departure. A look of understanding comes over him with a whisper from a smirking Sara. With a wave the two of you leave into the cold January night.

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writemyaceattorneys · 3 years

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I am here once again, this time with a request for my man. Can I get a yandere scenario where S/O, after having broken up with Barok, visits him one last time to provide him closure since he just isn't moving on from them? Thanks, hun!

“My Reaper brings all the simps to the blog” so hell yeah!!!! I freaking love Wine man :D Especially when he’s a bit of a yandere 😳 I hope that you love this!!!!

Thank you for being so supportive too ^^; you’re a really good friend!

A lot of this did end up being dialogue ^^; but I suppose that in this scenario, dialogue would be the only way to convey this kind of topic but I hope that people like this scenario. It took me a day longer than I thought it would to finish 🤣🤣🤣

TW: Yandere behaviour, obsessive and possessive behaviour, attempted gaslighting, threatening behaviour, arguments.

🍷Barok van Zieks🍷

S/O sighed as they looked up at the imposing set of doors in front of them as they reached their hand out to use the door knocker. Three sharp knocks filled the silence while they waited for the doors to open. In this time they took a moment to steady their resolve, to prepare for whatever awaited them behind those cold doors.

When the doors opened, S/O came face to face with Barok’s butler, his eyes lightened up in recognition of S/O as he extended the door open to invite them in.

“Thank heavens you’re here, S/O. I hate to speak ill of the Viscount but....he’s been acting very strangely these days, I think that you being here will help to soothe that temper of his.” He whispered, looking around as he did so as if the walls were listening in on the two of them.

S/O knew full well that the walls did tend to listen in on conversations that would have normally been lost to the silence of the hallways.

“I shall fetch Lord van Zieks for you now, please wait here, we shouldn’t be too long, especially if he knows that it is you who has come to visit him today.” The Butler stated before giving a short bow and walking off. S/O looked around at the familiar walls in the meantime, grimacing at the amount of darkness there was, they supposed that Barok had taken to brooding ever since they had left and if they squinted, they could see small dents in the wall as well as some damp spots which had probably been the aftermath of the destruction of a few hallowed chalices. They cringed at the show of anger, shaking their head before turning away from it and towards the door that the butler had left through.

“-tell you, if the person waiting at that door isn’t anyone of importance then you can say goodbye to your job.” S/O heard Barok’s voice from behind the door, it sounded colder than usual, as if his words were tipped with sharp spikes of ice. S/O gulped slightly at the sound, bracing for Barok to enter the room that they were currently standing in.

The door swung open as S/O took in a deep breath, standing in front of them now was the man himself, Barok van Zieks. Albeit, a more haggard looking Barok van Zieks who seemed to be uncaring about the shadow of a beard on his face and heavy eye bags. For a moment, the two of them could only stare at each other, Barok’s mouth hung open slightly as he took in the fact that S/O was here with him, right there in close distance.

“Angel…?” Barok gasped, still staring straight at them in shock. How long had it been? Three months…? Three long months where S/O just wasn’t there by his side until right now.

“Barok, I’m here to talk to you.” S/O stated, trying desperately to keep their voice from shaking too much as they slowly walked over to him, internally they were trying to prepare for what Barok’s reaction could be, throughout their relationship, S/O learned that Barok could sometimes react badly to things. After taking a few moments to think about how they were going to word what they were going to say, they started to speak.

“I understand that the way that we broke off our courtship...it wasn’t the best. I think that a lot of unfair things were said on both sides and I apologise for my part in that, but a lot of people are worried about you. A member of your staff asked me to come and I thought that maybe you might just need some time to move on from the relationship, but three months have passed now and I’m really concerned.” They blathered, ending their rant by looking up at Barok to try and gauge his reaction.

Barok had seemingly froze for a second, although he quickly snapped himself out of his daze in order to pull S/O into his arms, clutching them tightly against his chest as he ran his hands through their hair. S/O started to pull away, struggling against his firm grip before finally jolting away from him.

“Barok, stop it. We need to have a conversation, a proper conversation. You can’t just keep...keep doing that...that thing where you just try and hug me so that I’ll forget about the problem at hand. Look at you! You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” S/O cried out, staring at him in disbelief.

Barok faltered in his movements for a moment, his arms falling to his side as S/O pulled away from him. Again. All S/O seemed to ever do was just pull away from him, every time he tried to bring them back to him, they resisted.

Even now, despite them being the one to come to him, they still continued to pull further and further away.

“You aren’t going to be leaving again, are you?” Barok questioned, his voice low as he tilted his head to stare at S/O. S/O looked back at him nervously, not quite knowing how to answer.

“Well...I’ll have to leave soon, I have some chores that I need to get done before the end of the day. I mostly just wanted to check up on you, like I said before, a lot of people are worried about you and I don’t want us ending our relationship to hold you back from meeting somebody else.” S/O explained, at this point they were just praying that Barok would listen and at least try to take their words into account.

“Why must you do this to me, Angel..? I can’t do this without you! Can we not forget about this...this silly little tiff and move on. I’ve let you have the time away that you needed, I’ve given you space and I don’t know what else I can do. We belong together, you are the only person for me and I know that I’m the only person who can look after you, who can protect you.” Barok lamented, shaking his arms in frustration as he took another step towards them.

S/O recoiled at Barok’s words, horrified at just how blatantly unaware he was of his situation and the events that led to them ending their courting relationship, they were disgusted with the lack of any form of understanding and reminded them of exactly why they had left him in the first place

“I can’t believe you, Barok. I can’t help you if you aren’t willing to work with me here. You can’t let this one setback affect the rest of your life like this! I-” “You? You, what? S/O, I love you. I love you so much, so much more than I’ve ever loved anybody before and I love you above anything else and yet you insist on leaving me. Just stay! We can work everything out.” Barok begged, grabbing onto S/O’s shoulders and shaking them gently. S/O’s eyes widened in shock at the motion before they jarred their shoulder backwards and sprinted towards the door, flinging it open before standing in the doorway.

“I can’t help you while you insist on deluding yourself like this, just leave me alone Barok. I don’t want any part of this. Get it into your head, we ended our courtship! We aren’t together anymore, I am single and so are you so just stop it, stop trying to tell me to get over myself because this isn’t healthy” They spat, before turning and walking away, not looking back once.

In the shadows of his doorway, Barok stood in silence. Staring out at where S/O once stood, barely focusing on their movements as they stormed away. He briefly looked over his shoulder to make eye contact with his butler.

“Could you set up the telephone? I have a call to make.”

#turnaboutyandere's request #yandere barok van zieks x reader #yandere ace attorney x reader #yandere ace attorney #barok van zieks #yandere barok van zieks #barok van zieks x reader #yandere #Mod Miles loved this request #x reader #reader insert #/reader #I am here to provide Barok food for people

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blazdaeditor · 3 years

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~Turbo 4 - Interactions Headcanons~

Phi → Aiga (may include spoilers of ChoZ!!!):

After their last battle, the two have been distancing away from each other for a very long time. After that though, they slowly managed to get along again after Phi changed for the better.

They're actually friends now in present time, or at least trying to be. Phi still feels guilt for saying a lot of weird stuff to Aiga when he was in his possessed state, but Aiga forgives him and believes that Phi can make a great improvement.

Aiga is starting to visit the Dread Tower more now.

Even if Aiga may have not fully forgiven Phi at first, he's slowly starting to trust that Phi is improving. And so, Aiga actually forgave him at some point.

Hyde → Aiga (also includes spoilers(?)):

Almost the same with Phi: Hyde did change before Phi though. And after a lot of decisions, Hyde actually decided to visit Aiga, which happened after Aiga visited the two other members of turbo 4.

Aiga obviously was surprised that Hyde came to visit him to explain stuff about Phi and the kind of person he is. Heck, he even apologized to Aiga for doing weird shit with the possession stuff. At that time, Aiga wasn't sure if to forgive him, but he still let Hyde help him with some stuff anyway.

Right now, just like Phi and Aiga's interactions, Hyde and Aiga are cool with each other even if things may take time.

Small fun fact, the two like playing video games together and being loud when it comes to watching bey battles that fire them up.

Xavier → Aiga

Still rivals no matter what, very close rivals even.

In GT though, Aiga and him had to leave each other for a quite long time so both can focus on what they need to do: training and maybe improving their friendships with others they know.

Fun headcanon: Might be crushing on each other.

They really do love training together and do stuff that is fun for both of them.

Aiga tries to hang out with Xavier more often since the prince doesn't have that much of friends. Why? Royalty life can be difficult, including having a difficult time to find anyone.

Aiga might even bring Ranjiro too whenever he comes to visit Xavier. (Bonus points if you guys wanna add Naru, Hae-Jin, Suoh and Fubuki).

They would tell each other about how life is going on, and would even help the other as much as they can even if it isn't that much.

Even if they do live far away, they still do their best to keep in content.

Laban → Aiga

Very close together as well. At first it was difficult because of how they barely interacted at the Cruise Ship at first. But, then after Aiga changed his mind about the other, he actually always wanted to become friends with him.

It was kinda difficult cause uh, there's this hc of mine that because of his past, Laban is kinda... Shy with other people. And barely interacts when it comes to group talking.

Fun headcanon again: Might be crushing on each other.

The things they do with each other are similar to the things I mentioned with Aiga and Xavier. Though, in Laban's case the two mostly do things with each other only.

The more they got closer, the more Laban got to open up more around (mostly) Aiga. Which is quite rare because he doesn't show his other side that "isn't wild" to others.

Also yes, in GT the two had to leave each other for a long while. Doesn't mean they never missed each other.

Also yes they're rivals as well, very close too.

Phi → Hyde

Back then when they were kids, they actually don't really hate each other and there are actually moments where they'd get along.

A part of Phi would honestly sometimes feel bad about the things he did to his little brother and how may sometimes be threating towards him. Sure, he doesn't like his dumb brother sometimes, doesn't mean he hates him though.

When it comes to beyblade, you will mostly see them getting along while they watch a battle together and either may be a bit loud or analyzing every single thing that's happening in the battle and trying to make smart points or laugh about dumb shit for fun.

Hyde doesn't fully forgive Phi, but the more time passes, the more he actually does forgive him.

Phi → Xavier

They're actually very close friends, somehow chill together too.

... Yes both of them do like tea.

Phi did actually break Xavier's bey when he was possessed, but later after everything got calm Xavier did forgive Phi. He believes that his friend deserves a second chance.

They probably like to gossip. A LOT.

Fun headcanon: Phi would tease the fuck out of Xavier about his crush for two people (*cough* AIGA AND LABAN—) . ... Xavier might have accidentally kicked him in the *beep* because of that. Why? Probably was embarrassed about that fact I suppose.

Phi would honestly protect Xavier if anything bad happens to him. Why? Because fuck you why not—

Phi → Laban

In their battle in the battle ship cruise when Phi destroyed Laban's bey, it was actually Phoenix who took over Phi. In general, Phi had no intentions of destroying Leopard at all.

And of course he felt a lots of guilt he broke both the bey and his friend's energy and hope, and also knows this isn't the first time this kind of shit happened to Laban.

And yes he did apologize after that. And somehow? Laban did forgive him since he understands Phi didn't mean to do so, and he still sees him as a friend.

Just like Xavier, Phi would protect Laban as well. CAUSE I SAID SO—

Hyde → Xavier

Hyde would definitely protect that prince as well. No cap.

Fun fact that him, Laban and Xavier all planned to help Aiga to get a "revenge" and beat Phi's ass to snap him out of the possessed state or something.

Even if Xavier couldn't come to The Dread Tower after Hyde's bey got broken, he still did call him over the phone and tried to help him with comforting words and cheering him up. Obviously Hyde appreciated it a fucking lot.

Honestly it has been a forever ever since Hyde even saw Xavier and Laban ever since... The past.

They definitely can be loud sometimes. Xavier can ramble about his hero stuff, and Hyde just supports it and supports Xavier as well.

Hyde → Laban

Very close friends and got that motherfucking wild energy. So cool.

Hyde would protect that fucking fortune teller. ... BECAUSE—

Honestly, Hyde is interested in Laban's fortunes and would even ask that lil dude to teach him how to do it.

When Hyde's bey got broken (by that bitchass named Phi) into pieces and got taken away too, Laban was the first Turbo 4 member to care about that and even visited Hyde (as in went to the Dread Tower) to help him make a new Hades. Hyde just let him come in since he missed him a real lot anyway, so things went great.

Xavier → Laban

Fuck the anime, here's the better thing now: the two of them HAVE met in the past and know each other personally.

Their first battle ever was in a tournament where the winner of it gets to battle Xavier. ... Yes they had to battle for 100,000 rounds till one of them got to win, which is Laban lol.

Fun headcanon: They were each other's first crush.

Even if Xavier got to be close with Phi and Hyde at that time in the past, he actually developed a closer friendship with Laban even though he was the third person he got to be close with.

Oh, how did their friendship slowly broke at first? Well, Xavier had some weird thoughts of what if Laban would betray him and is only lying to him so he'd take over as "The Real Royalty In Beyblade". And his (homophobic and annoying fucking) butler made it worse by somehow manipulating Xavier that it's true. Did Xcalius help? Wellp he tried but then gave in and decided to help Xavier find a way to beat Laban, but didn't expect it to get worse and to let Xavier get possessed on his own.

Also I'm pretty sure it's obvious Laban has no interest to do such things, like seriously he doesn't care that much about that, he just wanted to be friends with Turbo 4 that's legit all.

But things indeed got worse when Xavier started showing his possessed behaviour more towards Laban. Their friendship broke with Xavier being the one breaking it.

Instead of somehow thinking about it more, Laban did end up getting help from someone who was possessing him all along and also broke his bey 5 times to show him that improvement is important.

And that thing, made Leopard kind of lose it and decide that they don't need that person's help. Which Laban DID agree with that. But after they left that one person, Leopard slowly started to change more and more to the point of him having a dark aura and trying to convince Laban that going through the same path as Xavier will be the best answer to help him. And to that, Laban absolutely disagreed with, but Leopard didn't care and ended up taking over Laban's body to do the job better.

To sum it up: at the end of their battle of full possession, they ended up breaking each other's bey, which also resulted both to feel a lot of pain: Laban was feeling his body being stabbed with Xcalius sword, and Xavier's eye was bleeding because of Leopard's claw (it's like an imagining thing like a dramatic sence).

After that? None interacted with each other, and it was indeed a very long time.

In the cruise ship, they only talked to each other and Xavier only talked to Laban after Phi broke Leopard.

There were a lot of apologies and hugs between the two because of the guilt the two were feeling towards each other.

Then in the next generations (and turbo after the ship's events) the two of them got close more with each other again, or at least trying to. They don't hate each other, but they're still trying to recover from the past.

Fun headcanon again: Both are crushing on each other and Aiga. Lmao.

And that's all!!! I hope you guys liked it :D!

#beyblade burst #beyblade burst cho z #beyblade burst chouzetsu #beyblade burst turbo #beyblade burst turbo 4 #beyblade burst z4

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goddess-help-us · 2 years

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social media truly is toxic for your mental health. I just went through my Instagram and un-followed around 130 people/pages over the last two days because I realized it wasn't doing anything for me to be connected with these people/accounts. I recently saw a meme, of all things, that said something along the lines of, "this thing isn't actually a big deal, you just secretly enjoy being angry." And this really got me thinking about something else I recently saw which was like, "social media companies have figured out that what keeps people engaged are anger and sex and so those things get incorporated into the algorithm to keep you scrolling and scrolling."

I had been following lots of political accounts—some were actual politicians in Congress, others were former politicians, some were advocacy, many were meme accounts, and many many were identity politics accounts. I think when I re-joined Instagram in May 2020 Instagram got flooded with social justice fervor, which then continued through the rest of the summer into the election of November 2020, followed soon thereafter by the Jan. 6 insurrection hysteria, and then again the following spring in April 2021 with the escalation of the Israel-Palestine conflict. Things maybe calmed down for a bit during the summer until the US withdrawal from Afghanistan in August 2021, then the Texas anti-abortion bill soon afterwards, then Covid Delta surge in October 2021 which then was followed for like a 3-month period between November 2021 and January 2022 of Covid Omicron surge. This was then capped off by the Russian invasion of Ukraine in February 2022.

Basically, Instagram is now the place of doom-scrolling. I wouldn't say all accounts or content produced surrounding these events are bad either, in fact some of them contained good bits of analysis for all these events. That doesn't mean it's good to be constantly scrolling through there though. Like maybe if you were someone who doesn't extensively use IG or rely on it to stay in touch with people back home or with other long-distance friends, then you aren't actually on there that much so the algorithm's temptation isn't there to exploit you as much. For me, however, I never really stepped away from IG after it blew up with fervor in June 2020. I relied it on since I didn't really know anyone in my new city—and it's tough to meet new people when you're constantly busy with schoolwork anyway—so I was kinda trapped in my room (monk's cell?) through these whole past two years with Instagram being one of my few escapes. And when one of your only escapes is constantly telling you how bad the world is and constantly trying to apply sociological analyses onto every single thing, it really starts to make you feel like everything is hopeless.

And there it is—"you are here because you enjoy being angered, etc.". The algorithm gave me these pages to look at because it profiled me and found out how to keep me engaged. I don't enjoy being angry but social media likes you to be angry while on their platforms so you don't leave. I think part of truly being mindful is understanding when a space is actively working against your wellbeing and, if so, then you need to take action to either reconstruct that space or leave. I've done both. I removed a lot of people who I don't know from my feed and I've had a time limit on IG that I've been following for a few months now (probably February of this year).

There is something very weird. It's almost like if you aren't posting on IG, are you even real? We have our online and in-person personas and I'm not sure it's so good to compartmentalize our minds into these halves if we aren't being paid to do it. Probably the best thing to do is actually leave IG but I don't have the will to do that, just because I have so many people I'm connected with on there that I wouldn't have connection with otherwise. But maybe that's also the point? We'll see.

#personal #2nd year grad school #social media #internet culture #instagram #algorithm

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"Why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!" Cherry roars as she runs after you, the blush still spread on her cheeks. You giggle at the amusing sight but don't stop running.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro laughs in the distance at the scene, while Tanjiro tries to fruitlessly stop Cherry from his place, sweatdropping and apologizing to Rengoku.

"Young Kamado," Kyojuro speaks once his laughter dies down, catching the redhead's attention who, at the sight of a solemn look on behalf of the flame hashira, changes his expression.

"How did you learn Young Cherry was the one?"

The question takes him aback, and draws his gaze to the brunette who's giggling and playfully fighting with her friend, a bright smile adorns her features and has his heart beating on his chest.

Surely, it is a difficult question to answer. Tanjiro has to take his time to think about it because, when it comes to love...

"It wasn't only just one thing... I think, I think that when you fall in love with someone, you learn to love every part of them, and as a whole." Tanjiro reflects, smiling now at the sight of his wife on the floor apologizing, giggling and begging you for mercy.

"Cherry is..."

Light. Fire. Love. Bliss.

Those are the adjectives that cross his mind. But he realizes that it is not only that.

"She makes me happy." The confession rolls off his tongue as if it was not as clear as water. Kyojuro raises his eyebrows slightly and then smiles; Tanjiro's sight drops to his calloused hands which intertwine together.

"But as a matter of fact..." He continues, "She knew... She knew even before I knew. At first I didn't understand what she was saying, but one day she simply came to me and confessed— I can't really explain it but..." Tanjiro smiles as he remembers, his gaze never leaving her forms.

"She just sees what no one else can."

The last sentence sticks in Kyojuro's mind. To see you in a way that no one else can. To see things that no one else can see.

Is that love?

"I see," Kyojuro nods.

"W-what about you, Rengoku-san? How did you know Kirei-san was the one?"

"Kirei is..."

Kyojuro takes a moment to ponder his answer. Not because he wasn't sure but because there isn't just a single thing. Kyojuro looks back to the day you met him, strolling through his memories of your first kiss, your wedding, your honeymoon.

This morning. When the light kissed your beautiful face and Kyojuro just contemplated you like you are his light.

"You see, Young Kamado," He points up where the sun is hot and bright, "The sun brings life and it brings light. No matter how many storms, or how many long, cold nights, the sun will always be there to shine again on everyone."

And what is the sun if not a star? A big fireball?

"Well,"

Kyojuro closes his eyes after glancing at you, still playing with Cherry, and turns back to Tanjiro. His lips curve into a whole hearted smile that could make the very same gods cry.

"...Kirei is my sun."

You are his sun on Earth. His lovely Kakyuu.

Tanjiro's crimson eyes gleam, as if he could touch Kyojuro's heart and feel for a second what he was feeling. And it was the same — different, yet so similar.

"What's going on?"

When you and Cherry come again to the scene — dishevelled and covered in just a bit of dirt — both men smile.

"Yeah, it's suddenly quiet... Kyo?"

Especially Kyojuro, who is not oblivious at the way you're rising your eyebrow at him, and he just lets out a soft laugh.

"We both are just so lucky to have you." He simply confesses, not guilty at all for the fluster and rushed heartbeats his statement caused.

— Akaza (flashback ver.)

I went and hid my face in my husband's chest as my face heated from his words. I whined softly when he laughed at our embarrassment before he grabbed me by the shoulders. I looked up at him rather shyly since my face was still dirty from playing with Cherry.

Kyoujuro smiled down at me, placing his hand on my cheeks and wiping the smear of dirt off my face. "Even though I find you beautiful in any state, you my dear need another bath."

Cherry laughed loudly, teasing me about my disheveled looks before I shot back that she was in a worse state, reminding her of the leaves that were still tangled in her curly brown hair. She flushed red as Tanjirou quickly grabbed her around the waist to stop her from tackling me again.

"Forgive us, Kirei-san." He quickly apologized as he struggled to hold his wife down. "Bunny!" he scolded lightly.

I simply laughed at Cherry's antics when she instantly froze in his arms and nuzzled into his chest. Cherry could never not do anything the redhead asked of her. It was honestly so cute and I hoped that Kyoujuro and I would have a happy marriage like they did.

"As much I know I will regret saying this," I sighed out, catching my best friend's attention, "But I do love seeing you and Tanji together. It make me hopeful that Kyou and I will have a long and happy marriage. You and Tanji are goals and I love seeing you two thrive."

My fingers went to tough the vibrant stone with my husband's name etched into the side, rubbing my thumb over it. '"Kyou and I will have a long and happy marriage. I love him more than life itself and just as Cherry would do anything for you, Tanji, I'll do anything for Kyou. He's my partner, my Sun, my Moon, the very Air I breathe."

Kyoujuro pulled me close into his side and kissed my forehead, linger a bit longer than what was necessary. His way of telling me that he was going to shower me in kisses once we were alone. "Cherry, thank you for the wonderful gift. I love it ad you so much!"

We left our husbands' arms to embrace each other warmly. I really did love and appreciate my best friend. She was the one person other than Kyoujuro I would gladly die for.

#crystal letters #akaza.anon

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robotslenderman · 3 years

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There's a new VTM game coming out at the end of the month, so you know what that means...

It's time for another vampire OC! Introducing: Timothea Andreas. Spoilers for the demo.

Thea was a single mother raising her daughter alongside her best friend when she was Embraced. Given that the game says you can "become" certain clans even though the demo explicitly says you're Caitiff, I'm guessing your Discipline choices inform what clan you end up being, so until the game Josses it I'm saying she's Malkavian. Especially since if you pick Auspex first, the game basically describes something happening to you that sounds a LOT like the Cobweb.

Her derangement is Unconscious Thought Reading. Her Auspex is much stronger than her Obfuscate and Dominate. I might give her pure-O to fit with traditional Malkiness, not sure yet.

She becomes quite in tune with the Cobweb once she's settled into Kindred life. Sometimes she'll just sit on a doorstep or something and listen to the other Malkavians, or see through their eyes, and give them commentary or advice, like they do to her. It is the Cobweb that taught her that she was Malkavian, and the Cobweb that often gives her guidance and advice -- and sometimes the Cobweb that tries to trick her although, the Cobweb being what it is, it doesn't take her long to figure out which voices she can and can't trust.

Provided Markos doesn't know who her sire is (maybe he does and that's why he's so damn nice to you), it actually takes him a fair bit of time to catch on that she's Malkavian. She doesn't tell him about the voices because she's not 100% sure in the beginning if that's normal or not and doesn't want to get treated like a freak by other vamps if it's not (and she soon figures out it's not).

Another thing her Malkiness does is give her insight she doesn't realise she had. She often just knows things, and doesn't realise she didn't learn it the normal way. Like she might tell you that Bob goes to the pub every Thursday at 8, but if you asked her how she knew that, she wouldn't be able to tell you. Because of this, Markos spends a while thinking that she's getting up to things she shouldn't behind his back, and has her tailed for a while, but nothing ever turns up.

Thea is a bit like Maddy in that she hears voices due to the Unconscious Thought Reading derangement. Unlike Maddy her voices are almost always the words of what someone else is thinking or saying, whether it's another Malkavian on the Cobweb or reading someone's mind. If someone thinks "at" her (eg she pisses someone off and they think "go to hell" at her), she can hear it as if it was spoken aloud. Distance dilutes this, but if someone's experiencing strong emotions when they're thinking "at" her (eg they're in danger and are begging her to save them), she can pick it up from across a city.

What tips Markos off though is the mindreading thing; if she's looking away from someone she cannot tell the difference between when they're thinking at her, and when they're actually talking to her. So this led to her responding to them at inappropriate times, or not responding at all, depending on whether she thought they spoke aloud or didn't. At first he and Persa just thought she was very good at predicting what they were about to say, or wanted to say, but then she started referring to thoughts he'd had about things he knew, for a fact, he'd never spoken to her aloud about. So he does a bit of research and he's like... "yup, I have a Malk on my hands."

of course that's all irrelevant if it turns out that Markos actually DOES know who your sire and what your clan is

And of course, she has the canonical visions. She's basically a psychic on crack cocaine.

Like Maddy her Malkiness gets worse when she's tired or hungry; the Cobweb gets much louder, and it's easier for her to pick up on other people's thoughts even when they're not thinking at her, leading to sensory overload.

She is convinced her sire will come back for her one night. This isn't her being hopeful; if anything, she's nervous and doesn't know if his return would be good or bad for her (she suspects the latter). This isn't insight either, she just thinks, "okay, why would you Embrace someone, feed them, and just fuck off unless you meant to all along? And why would you mean to do that unless it was part of some bigger plan?" She knows she didn't do anything to make her sire reject her because he didn't even have time to see anything he didn't like.

So yeah, she is pretty sure he'll come back one night. She just doesn't know what will follow when he does...

#I'm still not 100% on her name #might turn her into a Petra #idk #but anyway #VTM OCs #VTMSotS #VTM #my OCs

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Cost of Kindness

Chapter III: Between joy and sorrow

By: sophi-s

Fandom: Darksiders video games

Words: 7,405

Characters: Raphael, Darksiders OC

Warnings: None

Summary:

After a crazy adventure outside of Haven, Nicola finally is in shape to try and find her way back. As sad as she is about it, she bids her farewells to her new angel friend. However, it seems Raphael isn't quite ready to say goodbye just yet. And so the fearful human finds herself in the company of an archangel stuck to her like glue.

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Until the sun peered shyly from behind the horizon to announce the arrival of another dawn, Nicola slept like a log. Literally. She hadn't stirred throughout the whole time of her dreamless, magically induced sleep. Were it not for her steady breathing, because as pale and motionless as she was, some might have thought her dead, not sleeping. After long hours, she finally opened her eyes as the remnants of the arcane haze fell and left her mind unshackled. The fog receded from her sight and she was fully expecting the ceiling of the room she occupied in Haven to greet her. Only to be met with disappointment when the dark interior of an underground tunnel filled her vision instead.

For a couple of seconds she was absolutely stunned, unsure where she was or why. The shock of waking up in a strange place had her frozen while her brain was trying to process what in the actual Hell was happening like when she awoke after her first night spent in the Maker Tree. Slowly, the memories of the recent events creeped back into her head. Raphael. Kitten. Demons. My leg… Right… She did feel much better than before but still a little woozy, possibly because half of her brain wasn't fully awake just yet. Massaging her eyelids to rub away the vestiges of sleep, Nicola sat up and scrutinized her surroundings blinking groggily. The same, damp sewer, the same cold darkness. Yawn, which followed, was so wide one might think Nicola intended to swallow everything in this "room".

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the aforementioned angel sitting a couple of feet away, supporting his head on his hand, elbow on his knee while a small cat slept in the rumpled fabric of his green waistcoat. His hood concealed his features as his wings rested against his back and shoulders which steadily moved up and down in the rhythm of a calm breathing. For a moment it might have seemed Raphael was dozing as well but at the quietest move Nicola made, his wary eyes open to look at her without any traces of sleep in them, glimmering like two bright stars from the shadow the hood was casting over his face. It was so abrupt that it made her jump a little.

"Oh! H- hi! Good morning. If it is morning, I mean.."

At her greeting, the cat perked its head up with a "mrowf" noise and shot her a dirty look for daring to interrupt its rest before yawning almost as widely as she did. Raphael answered her with a nod and a small, affirmative sound in the back of his throat but otherwise remained quiet, content with watching her in silence when Nicola leaned down to inspect her thigh and determine whether or not she was in shape for walking anywhere. And to her not unpleasant surprise, the wound was almost fully healed and moving her leg wasn't painful anymore. She did feel the recently present damage to her muscle but she wouldn't call it "pain". More like strain. And that was in like seventy percent of her body from the previous day, even if not as intense as she expected it to be. She really did over exert herself quite a bit. Still, with all certainty she could say Raphael did an unbelievably good job. If only human doctors were in possession of even a teeny tiny part of the healing abilities he had, the world would've been a much safer place.

Though, she couldn't really decide whether the fact that her leg seemed to be perfectly fine was a good thing or not. On the one hand it would mean that nothing hindered her any longer. If the sun is really up then she should wait no longer and set out to make sure the nightfall doesn't catch her again and look for a way back home. Home… In spite of herself she smiled sadly. How quickly she started to refer to Haven as her second home. Her own was irreversibly lost after all.. Reduced to nothing but a grim rubble with all her childhood memories buried underneath. Nicholas died so that she may get out of there alive. He would love it in Haven if he had a chance to see it… In this last safe sanctum for her kind, other survivors, makers.. They were her new family. She could only imagine how they're feeling right now. She should've been back ages ago. She has to return as quickly as possible. The idea of asking Vulgrim for help wasn't completely off the table. She could probably promise him something in return for taking her to the Tree and give it to him later. Nicola can be pretty convincing if she has to but she wouldn't put that past Vulgrim to deny her still. She'd have to play it smart should she fail to find the way back herself. He doesn't trade in favors in exchange for promises after all. No matter. One way or another, she will get back to Haven. That, or she can say goodbye to her wretched life.

But on the other hand… Glancing up at Raphael, who was half-busying himself with petting the very content cat and half-watching her, she realised with a twinge that she'll have to leave him. In those few short hours he'd done so much for her.. so many things she was grateful for… And on top of that, with how sad and lonely he was, Nicola couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor man. She'd never met an angel before and hadn't come to know one well but those she'd seen when this nightmare started didn't make a good impression on her. Raphael was so much different from his kin. She still wasn't sure why he decided to help her even though he didn't have to. And that made her feel empathetic towards him, especially every time he gave her this suffering look which told her a long story of pain and misery. Nicola may have known him for barely a couple hours, if not less, but somehow the thought of leaving him here possibly never to see him again was making her heart sink. Because of the apocalypse, she was running really low on friends and so no one could blame her for wanting to keep every single one she had left or recently made. And honestly, after the angel saved her life and treated her wounds she would lie if she said he wasn't on the right path into the alarmingly small circle of people she held dear to her. Such experiences have a way of bringing people closer to one another, despite the differences they may possess. And besides, what would leaving him here be if not cruelty?

"You seem… troubled."

Raphael stated, making Nicola look at him again. Even after only a few hours spent with her, he sensed her current mood without a mistake. He was pretty insightful. Not that Nicola was trying overly hard to hide it but still. Maybe that's just something the angels do. She sighed in response. I really am.. She thought. It wasn't as though she didn't have a lot to be grim about but this particular thought at the forefront of her brain bothered her the most at this given moment. She didn't want to go just like that but she knew she had to. If only to make sure other guys are alright. But honestly she doubted that Ulthane would ever let her out of his sight again after the stunt she pulled, no matter what she tells him afterwards. In turn, this might be the last time she sees the kind and selfless, not all there angel. Whether she likes it or not, it was time to bid farewell.

"I… I wanted to thank you again for what you did for me."

She started as she stood up - still a bit wobbly from all the crazy stuff that happened so recently - looking around in search of her backpack and shotgun. Both were resting under a wall not far from where she was laid down before, right next to the place where the mummified Goreclaw used to be. Raphael must've moved it further down the sewer where the rest of the corpses were when she was sleeping. Sooner or later it would start attracting pesky flies and other nasty vermin if not things far worse, not to mention the smell of decomposing meat. A little reluctantly, she flung the backpack over her shoulder and picked up her gun before turning to face Raphael. An increasingly unsettled Raphael who seemed to have taken the hint what she intended to do.

"Really, thanks. It's been very nice to meet you. But I have to go now."

"Go? Where to?"

The barely audible note of fear in his voice and the look he gave her made Nicola feel even worse for having to part ways with him.

"I'm going.. home."

Nicola to some extent knew how to read certain people but the blank stare of the angel before her was giving her a really hard time.

"Look, I can't stay here and I'm sorry but I have to go.."

She said hesitantly and turned towards the exit from the tunnel to leave for the surface, quietly wishing she didn't suck at saying her goodbyes. This was one of her greater weaknesses, right after small animals. Especially cats.

"Goodbye. And good luck! I hope we'll meet again.."

With that short farewell, Nicola turned away to walk off into the sewer and begin her search for Haven. But a firm grip on her shoulder stopped her from taking more steps and made her glance back in bewilderment. Somehow, Raphael shifted from a sitting position to standing and closed the distance between himself and Nicola in one beat without producing a single sound. Not going to lie, it was quite scary and Nicola couldn't help a startled squeak that escaped her. But even though he spooked her yet again, the distressed face he pulled made Nicola bite her lower lip. And the hesitant plea leaving his mouth made it even worse.

"Stay…"

"I- I can't! I really need to go!"

"Please…?"

Raphael quietly begged her. His flared and bristled wings were quivering anxiously and his face bore the most pitiful pleading look she'd ever seen. God, why do you have to make this so difficult? It was strange. He'd been doing fine without Nicola for who knows how long. Well… fine might not be the right word to use in this case but whatever. Though, now that she thinks about it, it makes sense that he wouldn't want to be left alone again. Especially because loneliness doesn't serve healthy people well and Raphael looked like someone who could use the help of a specialist. Still, Nicola found herself asking.

"Why do you want me to stay?"

Instead of answering, Raphael glanced down from her face, looking at the point on her chest, just below her collarbone. Nicola awkwardly cleared her throat to get his attention once she felt like his gaze was going right through her mortal shell and piercing into her very core.

"Uhh.. What exactly are you thinking about?"

Not bothered by it, Raphael squinted and lifted his forefinger, extending it to the place he was looking at. And seriously, for a second Nicola was considering batting his hand away since it could without a doubt be viewed as invasion of personal space when the pad of his finger connected with her chest where it ended and her neck began. And in this moment white flash passed through Nicola's eyes, followed by a deathly chill somewhere inside, tearing into her heart from within with icy claws like a vicious beast. As though someone had poured freezing cold water into her body. And amidst this coldness was a tiny wisp of warmth pressed against her ribcage, as if it was trying to get out. To get as close to Raphael as possible. She gasped in shock and fear and from the unexpected and not physical pain - so intense it made her feel sick - which wasn't really… her own. She felt it, experienced it but she knew it wasn't hers. Somehow Nicola knew that it belonged to someone else. And this someone was standing right in front of her.

Slowly but surely, it was starting to make sense. Why Raphael was constantly so shaky, so easily frightened, so… wrong. It all lasted barely a fraction of a second before both she and Raphael abruptly backed away with astonishment painted across their faces. Neither of them was entirely sure what on God's green earth just happened or why it happened. Whatever it was, neither of them would say it felt pleasant. Nicola was fairing better than the angel however. While she was only mildly frightened and befuddled, he immediately retreated into the corner and curled up on the floor, wrapping himself up in a feathery cocoon of his wings, trembling like a leaf on a gale.

"Raphael..?"

She huffed trying to steady her own breathing as she cautiously approached him just when he started to mutter obscene nonsense again. This time Nicola couldn't even determine what exactly he was saying. He spoke way too quickly and he was only able to pick up single words like "torment", "soul" or "help". This odd sensation, this pain she felt was undoubtedly in him. All. The time. Every day of his existence. It became clear. Nicola could imagine that even she would sooner or later go absolutely mad if the suffering he's experiencing without a moment of rest was hers. It was nothing short of a miracle that he retained at least some small semblance of who he used to be. Ever since she came to him, he did start to make more sense than before, possibly because she could at least partially distract him from this pain. But if he needed distraction, why would he leave his White City behind? Angels may have been mean to her race but surely they would help out their brother in need, right?

All questions Nicola had most likely could be answered by a story of his past which he wasn't ready to reveal just yet. Perhaps, if she's careful enough, one day he will open up and tell her about it. But until then, she remained in darkness of uncertainty. Still, she couldn't help but wonder.. Carefully, she crouched and laid her hand on Raphael's shaking shoulder, making his head snap up with a fearful look to his round, empty glowing eyes.

"Who… who did this to you?"

The angel opened his mouth as if to answer her but no words came out. Only a soft huff. Tears welled up in Nicola's eyes when his face scrunched up in something between anguish and misery. And that was enough for her to snap. In spite of herself, Nicola reached around the angel's neck and pulled him into a tight hug burying her face into the side of his green hood which despite the stench surrounding everything here still held a barely noticeable scent of something that brought to mind clean cotton with a tint of vanilla. His entire body went rigid as she did but only for a moment. Merely seconds later, he relaxed, his breathing evened out and he moved his own arms around her back to return the embrace that brought a tiny bit of comfort that could at least partially fill the emptiness he felt within for so long he couldn't even remember how it is to not feel it.

"Don't leave me alone…"

He breathed against her ear, clinging to her desperately as if letting go of her would mean his inevitable end. Up this close, Nicola could feel his heart - much bigger and more powerful than her human one - hammering uneasily against his ribcage. Similar, but completely different. And for some reason, her own heart suddenly skipped and beat once alongside his in the exact same rhythm before everything returned to normal. Or maybe she was just imagining things? Possibly…

This warm and tight embrace, even though it was meant to comfort him, still gave Nicola an odd feeling of safety. All of the sudden Raphael seemed to her not like a stranger she met by chance not even a day ago but like a good, old friend she knew she can trust no matter what. The decision of leaving Raphael behind was difficult enough before but now… her heart fell to pieces. It was next to impossible. She couldn't just leave him like this. He doesn't deserve to be abandoned again. No one does.

What do I do? Nicola knew she could neither stay with him, nor can she return to Haven without risking that her conscience would make her feel shitty for the rest of her goddamned days and that a thought that she doomed some poor soul to descend into utter insanity would make her share his fate. But there has to be something she can do.. Anything.. Then, an epiphany struck her.

"Wait.."

She said once Raphael let her go and she could look him in the eye as he gave her a questioning yet hopeful stare.

"You could come with me!"

"Come with you..?"

"Yeah! The Tree is much safer than here and there's a lot of useful stuff there. Also, it doesn't stink that much…"

Not only that. Other survivors, even as skeptical as they are towards angels, surely wouldn't mind Raphael poking around. Having a skilled healer on their side would certainly change their mind even if they weren't eager to let him stay. Ulthane, Elanya and Yarin can be persuaded if they don't agree at first. After all, if Raphael's presence will mean that "wee uns' " are even safer, then Nicola couldn't think of a reason why they shouldn't relent. Not to mention that Raphael can fly. It would make it a child's play to find the Tree. Back in Haven she could also get the poor angel patched up and cleaned up a bit, since he himself is in a rather sorry state. That's the least she could do for him in return. Only one thing was left to do, considering how uncertain Raphael looked. Convince him.

"What is this… Tree?"

"This is a safe place for us, humans, and it's… kinda our new home now."

Before, Nicola was absolutely certain Raphael's eyes couldn't turn bigger and rounder but he was very quick to prove her wrong. Not to lie, it was quite impressive. He blinked a couple of times as if to make sure he heard it right.

" 'Us' ? There is… more of you out there..?"

Nicola nods enthusiastically once she realises she's on the right path.

"Yeah! Ulthane made us a safe place to-"

"Ulthane?"

He interrupted with confusion on his face, making Nicola stop in mid sentence to look at him questioningly.

"Ulthane… the Black Hammer?"

"Yes, he's a-.. Wait… you know him?"

Humming thoughtfully, Raphael drummed his fingers against the cold floor. His answer didn't clarify much however.

"No.. Azrael does.."

"Who?"

An angel most likely. Probably one of Raphael's former acquaintances. Mentioning this "Azrael" seemed to have brought some memories back, very fond ones at that since for the first time today, a ghost of a smile passed across Raphael's face and an absent look in his eyes turned warmer and not so frightened anymore.

"Friend.."

Seriously, for a moment Nicola wanted to say that she's sorry because she just assumed that Raphael's friend could be dead but she bit her tongue before she could tell him that when she realised he actually used the present tense and not past. Which indicates that Azrael, whoever he is, is still out there somewhere. Instead, she wanted to tell him more about Haven but he once again interrupted her.

"The Balance is upset.. the Third Kingdom is vital to it… Humans. Humans live still? Not everything is lost then.."

Oh boy, here we go again. Unwittingly, Nicola pulled an annoyed face. For the umpteenth time, Raphael unintentionally made her feel like an uneducated imbecile. Why is the Universe even more complicated than we initially thought?

"Yes, he does the right thing.. They need a protector."

Nicola decided to patiently wait until Raphael is finished thinking out loud, even though she once again had no clue what he's saying. What Balance? Third Kingdom? The what?

"The Horsemen cannot do this alone… It is the duty of us all… to- to uphold the Balance."

The WHO??? Nicola could only imagine how stupid she looked with that dumb face she just made. What. The actual fuck. The Horsemen? As in… the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? They are real too? So it is a legit end of the world like the one in the Bible! How lovely! It's honestly a miracle that anyone has lived if that's the case. What else? Maybe it will suddenly turn out that snow is warm, sun is cold and skunks don't stink. Though with all the chaos going on around, Nicola would hardly be surprised if dogs suddenly started chirping and birds barking. She really just wished for the things to calm down already.. Returning to normal seemed to be off the table unfortunately but for God's sake, can the demons at least just go home or something? But… Now that she thinks about it… Could the mysterious warrior clad in crimson be one of the infamous Four? He didn't look like an angel, even though he bore quite a few similarities to Heaven's denizens, nor did he seem purely demonic in nature. And he was there when the Apocalypse began.. Curious. Especially because if it wasn't for his interference, Nicola would have probably been dead by now. All he did was stop for just a second to tear the bus door out once he saw her struggling to open it from the inside. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, who knows? Eventually, Raphael glanced at her with a more certain look on his face.

"You don't stand a chance. Not against the Destroyer."

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.. Nicola thought, still having the clear image of the flaming dragon standing barely fifteen feet away from where she was hiding in her head as if it happened yesterday. He was terrifying, no one is taking this away from him, but screw that! That's one gigantic motherfucker. Nicola was pretty sure she could comfortably live in a room that was the size of his goddamned head. If he tried to eat her, she'd probably get stuck between his teeth at best. And so far that's the last place she wanted to find herself in. She really didn't need help in figuring out that a bunch of humans still shitting their pants at the sight of a single Wicked could stand up to the bloody Destroyer. What are they, the legendary dragon-slaying knights or something? Not to be pessimistic or anything.. but Nicola wouldn't be surprised if that thing could kill her by so much as breathing in her direction. He does breathe fire after all. It goes without saying that he also has a huge horde of ugly assholes under his whim, jumping at the tiniest flick of his tail. So yeah. Chances for success in an open confrontation are pretty miniscule. Fortunately, what Raphael said next made her sigh with relief.

"You need all the help you can get… I will come. If this is your wish…"

Victory! Now that was the solid dose of serotonin Nicola had been missing for quite some time. Not only can she return home and assure her strange little family that she's alright but also she doesn't have to leave her newfound friend behind. Her conscience will stay clean, Raphael will be safe in Haven, maybe even recover to some extent, and the humans will have a powerful angel healer on their side. To her it was a win-win.

"You will?! That's awesome, thanks!"

Nicola was quick to gather her humble possessions and waited for Raphael to get up and take whatever he needed. But surprisingly, all he took was the kitten which he held against his chest since it wasn't really pleased about being manhandled but the angel simply ran his finger through the fur on its head to put it back to sleep again before depositing it to a small knapsack he had on his belt where it could rest safely. Apparently, he wasn't attached to anything he stored in his hideout over the time he spent here. Well, there weren't many useful things to take anyway. At least that's what Nicola thought before, because Raphael leaned over one of the bigger crates and reached for something apparently hidden behind it. And oh boy, the thing he pulled out… An ornate, gilded staff, as tall as Nicola is. The centerpiece was flanked by two slender serpents coiling around it in a beautiful, symmetrical way to the very top crowned by a pair of wings and a ring between them.

"Whoa…"

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide her amazement. That was some sick looking staff. The design seemed to ring a bell but she couldn't quite tell where exactly. Unlike Raphael himself, the staff was well kept, clean and undamaged, even if a bit tarnished. Apparently in his solitude, the angel cared for it well and often. For this last piece of home he has, Nicola realised with a pang of sadness. Even in his fond expression she could see the attachment to this one small part of his past. Okay, maybe not that small… Once Raphael was ready and glanced at Nicola to confirm it, she nodded and walked off into the dark tunnel with the angel trailing after her like a duckling.

"Oh, and by the way…"

Considering what Nicola had seen before, she figured it would be best to warn Raphael about some of Haven's denizens. Well.. by some she specifically meant Vulgrim. Despite his queer way of being and shiftiness, Nicola still somewhat liked him. The demon merchant was hardly a good material for a friend but so far he proved only two things to her. That he can be cunning and annoying. And that he's unbelievably helpful. And in truth, Nicola couldn't help but grow a little fond of her exceptional neighbour. Especially because Vulgrim was the only demon so far that didn't try to kill her where she stood but instead engaged in a conversation. That might be because he's just scared of Ulthane but he seemed rather harmless. Hell, he even sometimes provided useful resources if Haven could afford a trade with him. In a way, he too was helping humans survive. But if he suddenly jumped out of that Serpent Hole of his… Nicola could already see Raphael blasting the demon into Oblivion without a second thought. And that was something she didn't want to happen. Better safe than sorry.

"There's this… guy sometimes swinging by to say hello to us.."

Even as she spoke, she didn't stop walking and the quiet tapping of the end of the staff against the floor told her that Raphael kept following. How do I explain to an angel that a demon means no harm?

"The name's Vulgrim. He's a little… Ugh, how do I put it?"

"A demon… Crafty fiend, far more powerful than he lets on. Yet, so… deceivingly docile.."

Nicola halts as though she's just come face first into an invisible barrier once she heard Raphael grumble distastefully to himself. Turning around, she gawked at him with non hidden shock. And while she expected anger or at least disgust, Raphael looked rather… resigned for the lack of a better term. And only ever so slightly annoyed.

"You know Vulgrim?"

That literally came out of nowhere. The description of Vulgrim Raphael just gave was so unbelievably accurate. Nicola already suspected that the demon is much more dangerous than he seems but simply refuses to put his power to use and do something constructive with it. And now she got a confirmation. From a very unlikely source but still. Raphael was quick to offer a clarification and answered her question with his own.

"Who doesn't?"

"Ah, that's fair.."

She chuckled. Vulgrim is that kind of a "person", who seems to know everyone and has been to pretty much everywhere. He offers his merchandise to every creature that can afford it and it shouldn't be that surprising that some people, even angels like Raphael know him, or at least know of him. She suspected the latter part in this case. This makes it much easier to explain to Raphael that he's a friend.

"He's cool though! He's helping us keep it together and doesn't really bother anyone in the Tree. Vulgrim is really helpful if he wants to."

To this, Raphael answered with a doubtfully raised eyebrow and a thoughtful hum. He didn't seem convinced but what he said fully satisfied Nicola.

"Hmmmm… so I was told.."

Before they even noticed, they were right below the well lid which was Nicola's original entrance to the sewer. And honestly? She was so glad that she decided to come down here. Otherwise, she wouldn't have met Raphael. Some part of her still dreads to wonder what would happen to him if she didn't find him. He was already at the brink of losing it but now it didn't seem as bad as before. In a way, Nicola saved him too, it seems. Before, he was barely registering what was happening around. Now he was more or less capable of a relatively normal conversation. Sure, he tended to talk to himself quite a lot but she supposed that the solitude and whatever nightmares he'd been through have taken their toll. Climbing up the ladder, Nicola pushed the lid out of the pavement and immediately the golden light of the new day spilled through it, banishing the darkness and ouch, it hurt her poor eyes.

Even though Nicola wasn't in utter blackness all the time thanks to the arcane wisp of light that followed Raphael everywhere whenever he needed it, the bright pillar of sunlight struck her like a physical force, leaving her mostly blind for a good ten seconds. Still, another breath of fresh air tasted like ambrosia to her. No stench of the sewer and rotting meat. Thank God.. It took only a few seconds afterwards for her sight to get used to the brightness but still she needed a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes. Before she exited the sewer however, a quiet hiss behind her made her stop.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Raphael recoiling from the light with his eyes squeezed tightly shut and a grimace on his face, shielding himself from the radiance with his left wing. Right.. How long he'd spent down there, Nicola could only guess but she could understand how dizzy it might've made him and how much it burned his darkness-adjusted eyes. More than that, to him the sunlight probably felt like it does to a goddamn vampire.

"Raphael? You okay?"

The angel didn't answer her, simply kept still, slowly lowering his wing to look at the light flowing through the opened way out, blinking rapidly so that his eyes adjusted to it quicker. And once they did.. Without a word, he hesitantly reached out towards the bright sun rays and put his bandaged hand right through the border where the light and dark clashed with one another. And immediately, once the warm glow caressed his skin, his face brightened in mute fascination. The fact that he hadn't seen the daylight for way too long became ever so apparent to Nicola and made something twist inside of her sadly.

"The sun…"

Raphael breathed and let his mouth form a wide grin once he fully entered the illuminated area and turned his face up with his eyes closed to soak it in.

"Blessed Creator, I missed it.. oh how I missed it…"

It took less than a second for Nicola to decide that she's going to let him have that moment. They were in a rush, true, but she simply didn't have it in her to tell him to hurry. She didn't want to interrupt him because even with all the dust and grime on his emaciated face, for the first time since she'd met him, Raphael looked so unbelievably happy. Truly happy. Just because he could feel the warm light of the sun upon his skin. And with a full smile he underwent a sudden change. All fear left him, his features softened and Nicola would dare say that even as broken, mad and defeated, in this short moment he looked… beautiful. As an angel, which humans often imagined, should. Under all that dirt something was glistening from the surface of his skin under his eyes, on his cheeks and forehead, the sunlight painted warm streaks on his long, white hair that fluttered on the cool breeze from above. In spite of herself she smiled too. This look to him suited him far better than a sorrowful, troubled frown. She could already tell, she will be always trying her best to save this precious smile.

With a deep breath of fresh air, Raphael opened his eyes to look out at the clear sky in shades of delicate blue and… in a flash of gold accompanied by a quiet whizz disappeared. Nicola's jaw fell open. Her human mind will never stop getting surprised over the stuff like that. And even if it will, it's going to take a long time. Before she could even start wondering where the angel vanished to, a large silhouette blocked out the sun. Still a bit surprised, Nicola looked up right at Raphael's kind face and his outstretched hand as he offered her help in getting out of the stinking well. So he can teleport. Lucky bugger. To be frank, Nicola felt a small sting of jealousy. And while she expected him to simply let her hold onto him as she pulled herself out, he hoisted her up in one fluid motion and set her on the pavement beside him the moment she took his hand.

The odd angel kept surprising her. Despite his thin frame, he was quite strong. For human standards that is, she didn't know how his physical strength was viewed among his brethren. During the initial armageddon she caught glimpses of much more sturdy-looking angels after all. The memory actually made her wonder if Raphael knew that one angel she saw talking to the warrior in red. The one who got… brutally squashed by that gigantic fuck-off demon that nearly made her heart refuse to keep fighting out of pure horror before she booked it. At least she could only assume that he got squashed because as soon as she saw the hand shoot out from the pit of boiling magma below she averted her eyes not to look at it and all she remembered now was a female voice desperately crying out a name she couldn't quite recall right now.

I'll ask him another time. She thought as he was pulling her out into the outside world. Still, the caution he did it with… Sighing inwardly, Nicola realised that Raphael already has something in common with her other bizarre friends. He too handled her as though one uncareful move could harm her and treated her as though she was made of porcelain. For quite some time Ulthane was afraid to even touch any of them not to break something and there were very few people in Haven who could resist poking a little fun at the maker. Oh well. Looks like it's a privilege that last members of the human race get. Everything is either super gentle with you or is trying to ruthlessly murder you. Nothing in between so far. Only Vulgrim seemed to be mostly neutral towards them but that was one exception.

Outside of the sewer the day was unusually warm. The sun was shining down at the crumbling Earth from a clear sky, no clouds hindered its rays and the air movement was a bare minimum. Nicola didn't wait long before unzipping her vest. Cooking inside of it was the last thing she fancied right now. Judging by how high the sun already was, she'd say it was far past the morning hours. Actually, maybe even somewhere around midday. Looking down at her watch confirmed that she guessed it right since it showed the exact time of

11:56 A.M.

Now's the high time she started looking for a way back. She walked over to one of the tallest buildings nearby to search for a suitable vantage point - careful this time, not to get jumped by some asshole again - and glanced back to see if Raphael was still following her. And in agreement to what he'd accidentally shared with her back in his hideout, Nicola has taken a note that he's.. limping. He was leaning on his ornate staff heavily and his eyebrows were furrowing with each step he took but his eyes were quickly shifting between all directions of his surroundings, always on watch for a threat. Still, there was an ever-present weariness to his pace. To put it simply, Raphael looked tired and moved with difficulty, as though he was in constant pain. In a way, he was.. But somehow Nicola knew it wasn't really the same pain one feels when getting injured or ill. This was something… else.

Nicola decided maybe she will ask him about it later, once they're safe. Maybe. They had to find Haven before the sun sets after all. No time to waste. Though… she didn't really know how to approach the matter. Raphael had done so much for her already. Asking him for help and a lift made Nicola feel incredibly awkward. Especially because she wasn't quite sure if asking an angel to fly her somewhere was considered rude by his people. But it had to be done. Otherwise, they might not make it on time.

"Hey.. Raphael? I forgot to say that but… there's a little problem.."

"A problem..?"

Raphael cocked his head to the side as he looked down at the small human woman wringing her hands nervously. Why was she nervous? The archangel could no longer sense or even see fear in her, yet something was still wrong. For some reason she was feeling uncomfortable, whether it was his presence or something she was about to say.

Why should she ever trust you? Your kind destroyed her life!

And that was unfortunately the truth. Half of it at least. Demons too had their part in it. Raphael knew he holds no ill intentions towards her or her kin hiding from the Apocalypse in the Tree she kept talking about but something told him that Nicola is still afraid of him. She just doesn't know it yet.

"I'm not entirely sure where we need to go.. I got… a little lost..?"

Ah. So that's the problem. Honestly, Raphael was half-expecting something truly horrendous but if being lost is the only problem they have - for now that is - then there's nothing to worry about. The directions to the safe place are surely buried in her mind somewhere, accessible and possible to dig out. All she needed was a gentle nudge in the right direction. And if that doesn't work, Raphael can always try to search through her memories himself if she won't have a problem with that. Though, considering how fragile humans are, both physically and mentally, Raphael didn't want to risk irreparably damaging her mind that way. This was the last resort. Instead, he reached out to her and laid his hand on her shoulder, summoning his magic to take both of them to the top of the crumbling block of flats looming over them.

"Wh- whoa! Hoo.. lee!"

Nicola loudly exclaimed to make her astonishment apparent once they reappeared on the rooftop high above the destroyed city. Raphael could only imagine how odd teleportation must feel to a human who's absolutely devoid of any magical abilities and not used to it being used around them.

"Will this help?"

Shrugging off the surprise, the human walked up to the ledge, so close it made Raphael feel mildly uncomfortable, and looked out at her ruined home bathed in daylight. Squinting at the sun and shielding her eyes from its shine, Nicola looked around, murmuring under her breath

"Gimme a second.. The cathedral is there, the shopping mall there… So the Tree should be somewhere around-…"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment before she turned to her left and her face immediately brightened as she pointed into the distance.

"There! Look!"

Glancing towards the place Nicola was pointing out, Raphael could barely make out a massive shape between ruined buildings. It really did look like a grand tree. An enormous shadow standing tall above the ground. And Nicola was pretty much vibrating with ecstasy and shifting on her feet like a small child impatiently waiting for something amazing to happen and beaming.

"It's right there! We did it!"

She squealed like an excited child as well. But Raphael knew it might be too early for celebration. That was quite a long way… How she even got from there to here anyway, he may never find out. What's more important, if Nicola wanted to make it all the way back there, it might take her a whole day if not longer and each minute spent out in the open means that demons have a bigger chance of discovering her and putting an end to her existence. And that Raphael couldn't allow. Every human that survived counts. He could see why she asked him to come with her and he decided he won't fail her. He won't fail anyone ever again. The faster they leave, the better. Turning to the excited woman standing beside him, the archangel unfolded his arms and crouched.

"Hold on to me…"

Nicola's mood shifted instantly. Sometimes it was kind of disturbing how humans can turn from happy to sad, angry to calm, excited to apprehensive and vice versa in the matter of seconds. Her eyebrows wandered up as she eyed him cautiously.

"Huh? You want to-..."

In response, Raphael gave her the most reassuring smile he was capable of despite the coldness of his tattered soul feeling especially troublesome today after he unwittingly created some sort of a link with Nicola. Or maybe not as much with her, as with the bright, heavenly spark inside of her. By all means, the flash of blinding pain, as intense as the day he tore out the first fragment of his being and multiplied by the amount of times he repeated this, was not a pleasant experience. The memory still lingered at the back of his head but he tried anyway.

"Trust.."

He simply said, making Nicola swallow and smile nervously, half-heartedly joking

"O- okay. Just don't drop me, alright?"

“Of course..”

She uncertainly conceded and wrapped her arms around Raphael's neck for the second time this day, holding on so tightly that for a human it would surely be excruciating. No wonder. A human doesn't need to fall from a very high place to get themself killed or at least crippled for the rest of their life. But Raphael had no intention of letting her fall. Putting his free arm around her, holding her securely against his chest, the archangel unfolded his grand wings. The soft breeze rolling above the city immediately caught in his feathers, calling and beckoning him into the vast skies. It's been way too long since his last flight. Luckily, it's an ability that once learned is never forgotten.

Raphael shot up into the air just as Nicola tightened her grip even more, holding on no worse than a koala bear. Not wasting any more time, he swept over the human city turned into a dreary graveyard, heading towards the Maker Tree and gladly leaving the sewers behind in favor of the brighter future opening up before him for the first time in centuries.

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Listen, Raphael needs and deserves a hug, okay? For being a precious guy <3

Send over all the hugs for him 💓

EDIT: Gonna upload it on AO3 tomorrow

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shra-vasti · 4 years

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JEON WONWOO

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Jeon Wonwoo x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-lovers au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : none

Word count : 2k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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[Received, 09.10.2020] | previous | next

"Hey y/n, did you hear about the news which is swirling around the school?"

"News about?"

You were currently sitting inside your class with Jane and your other classmate, Sylvia, the gossip queen. It was a free class, not many student were entertaining the classroom so you decided to just spend time there but Jane and Sylvia followed soon.

"Your beloved Wonwoo ofcourse."

You rolled your eyes at the prefix used by her, you had recently told her about your crush on Wonwoo since 7th grade and all you can say is that you genuinely regret telling her about it.

"What about him?"

"About him getting Yena pregnant."

You eyes widened at the information given to you. You remember Sylvia telling you how wrong it was to have feelings for someone who already had a girlfriend and you told her that she came into his life after you did and you aren't a threat to their relationship.

You weren't a threat, Sylvia realised that but she did wondered how you would cope up with your feelings whenever you saw them together.

You had told her that you just cared about him, nothing more than that and feelings can't be stopped, you didn't even know how he fell in love with her that fast when all he did in the past was play around with girls.

You guessed he settled down for good.

"How would you know they are just kids come on we are in high school."

You could already hear your heart beating loudly in your ears, him getting into relationship with the new transferred student even though he knew about your feelings just wasn't enough that now this news surfaced, it was honestly too much for you since you have always took care of him from the past without asking anything in return, silently.

"Y/N, don't think that Yena is innocent okay, I've helped her to take the pregnancy test, she always used to call Wonwoo to meet him up in my place to hungout cause my parents are always out of town and they have many times made out in my room, I know."

Her words silence you, you were aware how Sylvia was, she was someone who would add extra information on a certain scenario just to make others believe her words and you knew she was doing just that, it wasn't new at all but that didn't help the pang you felt in your chest at her words.

Your mind drifted off to 10 minutes before when you saw a really concerned Dani, your other friend beside Zeny and Andie, bumping you. You asked her what's wrong and all she said was she had to talk with Wonwoo and it would be great if you just stay away from him for sometime.

You knew from then that something was off, maybe you're friends were trying to save you from another heartbreak because of him, you knew the information given by Sylvia wasn't all fake and some of it was true.

You shook your head at her as Jane and Sylvia continued to argue whether the information was true or not. You crossed your arms and put your head down on it blocking both the girls from seeing your face as you tried your best to have a control over your rapidly beating hard.

It wasn't much of use since you could feel the tears slipping from your eyes and onto your uniform which your were wearing.

The class was going to end soon and if you didn't control your tears, everyone would know about your little breakdown and you didn't want to entertain anyone else.

"Y/N are you crying?"

You felt your head being pulled up by the two girls and Jane was quick to her action when she saw your tear stained face. Sylvia stayed glued on her seat, shocked to see you out of all people crying over someone.

Jane grabbed your hand and took you out of the class informing the teacher at the door that you've had an emergency and wanted to go to the clinic.

The hallway was empty since every one had retreated back to their classes, you let Jane drag you all through till you reach the turning point where the girl's washroom was supposed to be, then you untangled your wrist from her hand and made a run towards the washroom.

Tears were constantly slipping from your eyes and you were afraid anyone else would see them. Jane looked at your running figure before speeding up to catch up with you.

You bumped into Yena on the way as she was coming out of the washroom. She looked at you corcernly after seeing your tear stained face which just made you ever more hurt because she and her boyfriend were the mere reason you were this miserable.

You didn't listen to her and continued your way towards the washroom, you heard Jane telling her that you had some personal issues and that she shouldn't interfere in it.

"Y/N?"

You lift your head up when you noticed someone calling your name to see Bora heading in your direction.

You immediately ran up to her hugging her tightly as you let your emotions free and cried on her shoulder. She patted your head to console you. Jane reached to both of you as she patted your back and explained everything to her.

"Hey, you know how Sylvia is, don't mind her. I know Wonwoo, he wouldn't do something like that for sure, he's just a teenager and so is Yena."

She kept on consoling you explaining why you shouldn't let these things affect you, she knew about your feelings from day one so she understood how hard it must have been for you.

She told Jane to head back to the class and that she would stay in the washroom with you since she knew you weren't in the condition to do the class.

"I'll go get my things so we can head to cafeteria."

You finally were able to get a hold of yourself and you stayed in the washroom with Bora till the lunch break arrived. You knew you couldn't stay here for long because all of the girls would start piling inside the washroom.

You were sure Jane would have told Zeny and Andie about your situation when both of them came crashing down at the washroom immediately engulfing you in a hug.

"Okay let's go, Bora, thanks for taking care of y/n."

The hallway was a bit busy but it seem as if no one really minded your absence much, to which you were glad. The classroom was empty as you reached the back of the class to get your things.

You bend down when your book fell to get it unknown of the fact that Wonwoo hurriedly entered the class, seeing no one since you were hidden by your desk, he got out of the class running towards the girls washroom.

"Jane, where's y/n?"

He was out of the breath as he held Jane by the shoulder asking her about you.

"In class?"

"No, I went inside the class but I didn't see anyone."

He shook his head as he made his way towards the girls washroom when a hand grabbed his making him stop on his tracks.

"Yah, Wonwoo where do you think you're going?"

He looked at Bora for a second taking her hand off his, then continuing to go inside the washroom to search you only to be held back by Bora again.

"I'm searching for y/n, if no one is going to tell me then I might as well search everywhere I can."

"Why do you want to see y/n?"

His patience was getting thin as he sat on the stairs which led to the girls washroom, Bora stood in front of him to make sure he wouldn't actually go inside the washroom as she crossed her arms across her chest looking at Wonwoo.

"You know all well why I want to."

"Y/N isn't Yena, Wonwoo, don't show so much care to the wrong person."

"I know who's important for me and who's not, you don't need to educate me on that and y/n means more to me and you know that."

With that he stood up heading back to the direction he came from, Bora shook her head before making her way towards the cafeteria where her friends were waiting for her.

He continued walking in the empty hallway, his head hung low thinking about the possible place you could be but sighing when nothing came into his mind.

He look up when he heard the sound of door getting locked, his eyes widening when he finally saw you by the door of the class, head hung low and you started making your way towards him unknown of his presence.

"Y/N!!"

He yelled gaining your attention, you looked at him to see him smiling widely at you before running towards you, standing few feets away.

"Where were you I was searching for you everywhere."

"You don't need to know, I've to go, others are waiting for me."

You sided him continuing your path as you had no energy left in you to have a talk to him cause you knew your emotions would take the best of you.

You stopped in your track when Wonwoo grabbed your hand and turn you around to face him again.

"You're avoiding me now?"

"Why would I?"

He knew you weren't going to give in so easily and he was right. When he came to know that you cried, his first instinct was to find you cause he didn't like you shedding a single tear, he wouldn't let that happen, he needed to know the reason behind it so he searched for you only to get more desperate to find you when he learned the reason behind your breakdown.

"Why did you cry?"

He knew exactly why you cried but he wanted you to voice it so that he would be able to explain it to you.

"It's none of your business, Wonwoo please."

You pushed him aside as you once again started making your way towards the cafeteria but Wonwoo quickly catched up and stood in front of you successfully blocking you from going any further.

"You know the rumours aren't true, I want you to trust me okay?"

"I don't care about that Wonwoo and please don't worry about me anymore, you've a girlfriend for God's sake worry about her."

You hated the way he treated you at times and you hated the way he behaved when he was alone with you, he was completely opposite in front of everyone.

He cupped your cheeks as he leaned his forehead on yours closing the distance, you could feel the warmth of his body and you hated how his simple gestures affected your heart when your mind always warned you to be cautious around him.

"I care about you y/n therefore I worry about you, you know how much I care about you, what do you want me to do tell me, you want me to leave Yena? I'll do that just give me sometime."

You hated him for making you feel like you were on seventh heaven, how he had such impact on you. He had a girlfriend, you had to remind yourself time and again as you pushed his hands away from your face and took a step back.

It felt so wrong to be this close to him but at the same time it felt like your heart was finally at ease. Your heartached as you saw disappointment in his eyes but he needed that, he needed to know he already had a girlfriend and he shouldn't cross his lines.

"Don't do that Wonwoo, don't give me hope."

On your peripheral vision you could see Yena coming in your and Wonwoo's direction as you inhaled deeply.

"Trust me y/n I'll come back to you, just wait for me."

"Wonwoo?"

He turned around to see Yena standing few feet away from both of you, she made her way towards where you were immediately getting concerned when she saw you.

"Are you okay now?"

She asked as she grabbed your shoulder lightly smiling at you. You nodded your head at her thanking her and telling her not to worry much.

"I was looking forward to eat lunch with you."

She turned towards Wonwoo who simply smiled at her but his eyes were focused on you so you decided to get away from them. Seeing them together would just hurt you more.

"I'm sorry for that, I was having a talk with y/n, I'll make it up to you."

She giggled as she hugged him making you involuntarily roll your eyes at him, how typical of him. It was like he just wanted to lift you up only to make you fall down hard and it certainly worked everytime.

You shook your head, knowing he wouldn't stop you now that his girlfriend was with him, you started walking.

Wonwoo grab your hand again, you turn your head to find him still hugging Yena as he looked at you, his other hand guiding Yena's head at the crook of his neck so she won't see what he was doing.

"I'll make it up to you, you just have to wait for me."

He said, his eyes directly looking into yours as if telling you that he meant that for you.

"Of course Wonwoo I'm not angry at you, we can go on a date after school if you are feeling sad about not eating with me."

"Of course babe, whatever pleases you."

You chuckled at the fact that Yena didn't realize whom the sentence was directed to, you shook your head at Wonwoo before removing his hand from your wrist.

You continue to make your way towards the cafeteria, this time succeeding as he didn't stop you. How would he, when he had her in his arms.

In the end it didn't matter how much he care about you because he would always choose her over you and you hated that.

You wondered if Yena ever feels the change in his behaviour or she's just too blinded to see that a person like Wonwoo wants the world and wouldn't settle till he gets what he wanted.

In your case, he wanted to stay beside his girlfriend but wouldn't trade you for anything and you wondered if you ever will be able to get away from his maze.

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empathic-seer · 3 years

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About

Name: Sheridan Dwyer

Age: 18(TWEWY), 21(Neo-TWEWY/Post Neo)

Height: 4’9/144 cm

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Questioning but identifies Bisexual

Occupation: Full-time College Student for Nursing, works part-time performing whatever jobs she can get for acting and voice acting. Keeping her eyes open for an opening at WildKat.

Biography:

I’d mostly prefer for the details to come out organically, but she lives in Shibuya to pursue Nursing school and has a tiny apartment all her own.

Her mother has suffered from chronic pain and other ailments since she was small but they’re super close, her biological father treats her like a child and tries to buy her love with money and video games and her mother’s now ex was severely emotionally and verbally abusive as well all the way until he was finally kicked out when she was 14.

Her mother has kept in some contact though she’s readying to cut him off completely and Sheridan still stiffens at the sound of his voice and can recognize him by his knock.

She’s always seen the UG, but she didn’t learn or see nearly as much as she does in Shibuya due to being from a smaller town in New York. It was mainly just Noise.

She was born at 1 pound 11 ounces and before the third trimester, leading to her nearly dying twice. According to her Mom, she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, so she wasn’t getting any nutrients. After that scare, 3 days later her oxygen levels suddenly went down to single digits, to the point a priest was called in to give last rites. Once the cross was drawn on her forehead her oxygen levels shot up and haven’t come back down since.

Sheridan assumes this is why she can see the UG, though she has no idea why she was saved and it’s something she struggles with often.

Speaking of the Game; boy is she conflicted about it. She probably shouldn’t be, but she helps any Players she can if she catches them in a reaper decal store, warning them of approaching Noise and often putting herself at risk to help them find Partners to give them a fighting chance. She’s also known for interfering more directly by taking infective Noise onto herself. She can’t take seeing others in pain and would rather deal with the ensuing negativity than have another go through it.

So yeah. Oops. As far as her conflict with the Game itself, she loves the fact people get a second chance, and even understands entry fees and their purpose to help others grow. But the erasure part...that she struggles with. It takes a big emotional toll on her and she can’t grasp why it’s necessary as she doesn’t understand the inner-workings enough.

Thoughts on the Games:

The World Ends With You:

Speaking of the Game; boy is she conflicted about it. She probably shouldn’t be, but she helps any Players she can if she catches them in a reaper decal store, warning them of approaching Noise. She’s also known for interfering more directly by taking infective Noise onto herself. She can’t take seeing others in pain and would rather deal with the ensuing negativity than have another go through it. All the better if it helps out Players on the way.

She recognizes she has a lot to learn, especially being only a bystander who mainly watches from the sidelines.

At the end of the Game, nimbly avoids wearing an O pin after seeing the effects from the Game, she hides out in high Imagination areas like Udagawa, the River and WildKat to feel safer. The conformity scares her, she’s always felt different but being alone in a sea of people with the same goal...she never wants to feel so isolated again.

Neo:

As far as Shiba’s Game...she does not like the change.

The UG she’d come to expect was turned completely on its head and it’s even worse.

She understood most of Joshua’s Game. The checks and balances set in place, Reapers and Players, entry fees...all of it save the erasure.

But now the erasures have increased with one team winning nonstop and all she can do is watch in horror as it happens. So many people...Erased without a thought week after week. It’s emotional torture for her as an Empath honestly. The horror, the fear, and then just...nothing.

The shifting energy is much darker than the conformity at the end of the original and she can tell something dangerous is happening, though she can’t grasp what.

Worries over the Wicked Twisters and keeps tabs on their emotions throughout the Game since they’re so much smaller than the other groups.

To say she was shocked when both Neku and Beat were in again was an understatement. She thought they’d escaped. There’s so much she doesn’t know but she watches even more intently when she can from then on.

Feels Shoka’s struggle and wants to help the girl escape the toxic influences surrounding her and get in a better environment.

Just wants everyone to be safe and healthy and for the suffocating air to be breathable again.

Tidbits:

Has always felt drawn to Shibuya River, and WildKat Cafe. There’s a...quiet. A calmness she never gets anywhere else. Particularly in the river. It’s just herself and her own emotions for once but even they feel muted there. Darker thoughts even if present is quieter, and become white noise in the wake of the sound of the river flowing.

Tends to loiter quietly and shyly steal glances at Hanekoma and Joshua if either is in the cafe but too intimidated to actually approach. Something feels...otherworldly about them. Her intuition can tell something is powerful about them so she’s always kept her distance despite feeling a pull towards both.

That goes the same for Hazuki as well, of course.

All Higher Plane beings in her experience mute her Empathy, though she isn't sure why. It's part of why she's so on edge around them, both wanting to be near and torn on approaching.

The library is another place you’ll find her, sequestering in a lone corner far from others and likely reading some supernatural romance aloud or working on a story.

Chronic fatigue is a bad side effect that’s pretty noticeable if she’s been giving too much of herself to others and letting herself be drained. In high school, she’d come home and have to nap for an hour or 3 depending on the day just to recover from the constant negativity she took on from all her “friends”. She still finds herself in that state pretty often, though not as bad nowadays as she’s trying to learn healthy boundaries.

Personality:

Sheridan is very openhearted and kind. Often way too trusting and forgiving for her own good despite having very good intuition. She’s very quick to inquire how others are but brushes off when asked about herself and quickly redirects. She’s very comfortable when it comes to taking care of others since she had a sick mom to take care of all throughout childhood. It’s instinct for her to see if anyone needs anything and she’s ended up flustered many a time by accidentally asking “are you ok?” or “do you need anything?” since if she drifts off or gets bored it’ll pop out sometimes after living with her mom for so long.

She’s also an Empath, meaning she feels what others do and experiences their emotions as her own. She tends to have her guard up a little, she doesn't want to accidentally get too much of someone unless they're ready to give it, but she also doesn't want to leave someone in crisis. She...has a bad habit of attracting people who use her as an emotion dumping ground and letting them stay way too long.

Sheridan feels like her whole purpose is to help others. Like it's all she's good for. She's really struggling to learn that selfish isn't a dirty word and that she's allowed to want things too and to get upset and that what she says is worth listening to.

Easy to think about, but hard to put into practice. She's learned when people ignore her or especially talk over her to quiet down. 'Clearly they just really need to talk right? I didn't have anything important to add anyway." Or so her thought process typically goes.

She tends to be shy at first but if given positive reinforcement and encouragement she’ll slowly warm up. She does best in intimate, small groups.

Seems like she doesn’t have a sense of humor but is actually pretty funny now and then. She just has to feel comfortable enough to crack jokes in the first place.

People tend to look at her in shock if she curses since when she’s first meeting people and in the warming up phase, she seems very polite, kind, and innocent to a fault.

Easily flustered, especially by teasing. Any person she’s even a little bit attracted to she’ll likely be at least a little pink, fidgety and sheepish. It doesn’t take much either. Corner her, pin her, or even just direct eye contact could be enough to make her go red. She’s hopeless in that regard since she’s very inexperienced.

Severely touch starved but way too scared of rejection to initiate or confess as much so she just kinda suffers in silence.

An easy crier. Cries at the drop of a hat. Even when angry, she cries because no matter what she’s hurting to be angry at all given it’s typically very rare for her to begin with. Feeling what everyone around her does has led to her being a every emotional person in her own right.

Hobbies:

Enjoys acting and performing more than anything, even though she’s yet to be cast as a lead or anything major except in her theatre final, where she got to play Doris from Fame. One of her favorite roles. She loved participating in high school at her musical theatre program and did stage crew all the way up to 11th grade when she finally made it in and got to be in first the ensemble and then lead ensemble the following year. She often gets typecast as the “cute one” or child roles thanks to being 4’9 and being very accommodating and kind.

Somewhat hand in hand with acting and performing, but singing. Gets stage fright occasionally but is able to push through it.

Reading body language is something else she finds very fun, but she never voices it without explicit consent. She likes to people-watch in Shibuya and guess their lives inwardly to keep herself fresh.

Plays video games very often, especially RPGs as well as reading to escape her troubles. It’s a great way to combat loneliness and also not think for a while, to lose herself in another world.

Writes as well, to vent her negative thoughts. Typically through a fanfiction blog for x reader fandom and kpop content in 2nd person. A bit shy about voicing it though. Has original ideas and has started a book but trying to build her own world and the magic system has proven a bit difficult.

Reading supernatural romance novels. Her favorite genre since the worlds and characters are typically very immersive and serve as great escape potential. Loves to find a corner, make sure she's completely alone, and voice act the characters as she reads. Y'know, like a nerd.

Likes to bake, especially different types of cookies. It’s a great stress reliever. She has several video game recipes she wants to try to learn though. Particularly the butterscotch cinnamon pie from Undertale and sea-salt ice cream from Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days.

Binging guilty pleasure shows. Loves laughing at trashy reverse harems with friends like Diabolik Lovers to both appreciate the hotness of the designs and voice acting and also how awful the characters are as people. Doesn’t mind thirsting over toxic vampires, but obviously only in fiction.

Anxiety:

Mental Health: Not great, though most likely wouldn't guess so. She'd much rather help others, see what they need than have them focus on her. She's very much not used to that and doesn't know how to react.

(Important Note! Please do NOT feel pressured to include anything below in our rp and if you ever need a specific thing added as a trigger tag do let me know! My Trigger tag format is Trigger; ______ if you need to block any! I'm open to it of course, given I included them in my form I just want to make sure everyone I roleplay with has the tools to tailor the experience to them and feel secure.

If I want to start a thread or anything about the issues below I will likely message the Mun in advance first for permission first unless they've stated they're explicitly fine with such content and apologies in advance if I'm awkward when reaching out.)

She tends to have panic attacks thanks to severe arachnophobia and it can take her a solid hour to work up the courage to try and kill one, typically while she's crying and whimpering to herself to "breathe Sheridan, that's it breathe…"

She tends to get bouts of social anxiety. When she's acting it's fine because she's not her, and the same for if she's in an intimate group.

But especially if someone starts yelling at her? She'll likely freeze and then look to run away before the person sees her crying. She can't stop shaking and can barely breathe. It's awful and a huge trigger for her. Even if it's not directed at her she'll still panic.

Also suffers from driver’s anxiety. Still only has her permit since she hasn’t found anyone who can put her at ease enough and that she wouldn’t be embarrassed to break down with.

Asperger's Syndrome/Autism Spectrum Disorder:

High functioning but a big person to hyper-fixate and jump from one fixation to another especially when in a bad headspace. Can become obsessed and may need to be gently pulled back/ forced outside.

Stims, mainly physically. Squirms before sleep mainly because her brain won't shut off.

Soft/smooth stims are her favorite anxiety soothers.

Has a rainbow bear with purple eyes she's had since childhood that is a stim she uses to calm from panic.

Clutches her necklace; an Undertale plaque that reads in white text '*a determined soul' and has the rainbow SOUL hearts above it. Uses it as a source of strength.

Bounces her leg when she can but has mainly learned to force herself to stop.

Only does this one when not around her mom since both share the same stim and her Mom said it made her nauseous.

Depression:

Frequent intrusive negative thought spirals and suicidal ideation. Thoughts of self-harm, in a similar vein, though she’d never act on it.

Unfortunately, knowing they’re irrational doesn’t stop the thoughts from happening way too often for her liking.

Her becoming overwhelmed by her emotions and breaking down for 3 hours is commonplace, as is her ghosting for way too long. A bad habit because she doesn't want to burden anyone when she’s not even able to be there for them.

Basically, if she isn’t serving others she feels she shouldn’t exist at all but she’s trying to understand she has worth all on her own.

Eating Issues:

Body dysmorphia with her weight. She tends to not eat often and even if urged she hates that she has to force herself and typically puts herself down which can lead to a spiral if she’s not careful.

Sometimes she's fine. But even when "fine" she'll typically have something small like a muffin, and a 1/4 of dinner and that's all she'll eat.

She snacks because she doesn't have to think when she eats it if she's distracted. Things like popcorn, pocky, or pretzels are her go-to's.

Kind of wants someone to be able to care enough to notice inwardly and maybe text her to see when and what she's last eaten but doesn't ever want to emotionally dump like others do to her because she doesn't want to be a burden or pitied.

CPTSD:

She had her first emotion flashback recently having to do with her abuser and has been shaken ever since, trying to deal with it on her own. Yelling is a trigger for her, especially when paired with degradation.

Forced "civility" as well.

There was a period while her mother was unaware of the extent of the abuse given Sheridan was still trying to protect her. Over the course of 3 years nothing but good night and good morning, passive-aggressive and snide comments of "aren't you going to say hi/bye/thank you/your welcome?" anytime she was too crippled by anxiety/fear to look at him, let alone speak was the norm.

Relationships:

None yet! Just let me know if anyone wants to be added and I’ll happily do so! <3

#Headcanons; intuitive introspection #Ooc; navigating noise #Trigger; eating disorders #Trigger; verbal abuse #Trigger; emotional abuse #Trigger; depression #Trigger; anxiety #Trigger; arachnophobia #Trigger; cptsd

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masc-reader-insertss · 5 years

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Totally not gay- Xavier Plympton

Gif credit; Violadvs (I won’t tag them on here because this is a smut and I do t want to make anyone uncomfortable)

So, I flaked on my no nsfw rule, ahs is the only fandom I will write nsfw for right now (apart from two spn ones I got coming up) but god I just saw Xavier and I was like,, I have to make this. I can't decide if I wanna fuck him or I want him to fuck me I just,, watch my cry when he inevitably gets killed off.

Description; Xavier totally isn't gay, so what, he'd had to pretend for the camera, that didn't mean he actually like guys, right? That's what he tells himself at least, until he and Y/N are left alone in the showers.

Smut; shower blowjobs/hand jobs, denial, making out

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Just to be clear, Xavier wasn't gay, like, not even a little bit. Those 'acting' gigs had been nothing more than that, he was only pretending to be into that, at least, that's what he'd tried to tell himself. Really he had no idea how he had ended up in this situation, but he wasn't complaining, far from it actually. But this didn't mean anything, right? This was just like all those other times he'd acted for the camera, except this time there was no camera, and he was really enjoying this.

It had all started once they had sent the kids to bed. All the rest of the guy counsellors had hit the showers like any ordinary night, except this time it felt different. Y/N had always been cocky, he couldn't help it, so when he'd turned around to see his fellow totally not gay counsellor Xavier staring at him while he showered he couldn't keep himself from saying, "take a picture, lasts longer. Better wank material too", a large grin on his face.

The whole room erupted in laughter, and Xavier scoffed, his cheeks a dark red as he looked away from Y/N. "I wasn't staring at you, I'm not gay. I like chicks" he muttered, huffing for a moment before Y/N leant over to speak to him again. "Me too, but that's never stopped me" and of course he was blushing again, nearly choking on his own spit. "Thats still gay, and I told you, I'm /not/ gay" Xavier rolled his eyes and turned his back to Y/N, and it was then he realised that while he was busy denying that he had any interest in guys all the other counsellors had gone, leaving only him and Y/N.

"Great.." he muttered, rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair before he reached for the shower handle, nearly jumping out of his skin when Y/N grabbed his wrist. "Dude, what the fuck?!" He hissed, trying to tug back his wrist, but to no avail. Y/N only smirked, looking up at the other counsellor. "So you're telling me, you wouldn't get turned on if I did.. this?" He asked before taking a step forward, reaching up to cup Xavier's jaw with his free hand before he leant in, pressing his lips against his collarbone. Quickly, he trailed his lips up, leaving soft bites and kissed along the way. "You wouldn't even get a little hard, if I started to do that..?" He continued, pulling back to look up at Xavier.

Y/N knew he was good, but he didn't think he was good enough to have someone as worked up as Xavier was so quickly. "Look, just because that was kind of hot and I am sort of hard, doesn't mean that I'm in to guys.." he breathed, letting his eyes close for a moment, which turned out to be a big mistake because as soon as he did Y/N took that opportunity and got on his knees in front of Xavier, releasing his grip on his wrist to wrap his hands around his dick, because holy shit it was big enough for Y/N to be able to wrap both of his hands around and still have just enough to wrap his lips around, which is exactly what he did.

And that was what had led up to this moment right here, with Xavier letting out an embarrassingly loud moan and opening his eyes to look down at Y/N. Okay, so maybe he did like guys, just a little bit, but he wasn't gay, and he made sure Y/N knew that. "Just because- shit, just because I'm into this, doesn't mean I'm- doesn't mean, fuck.." well, he tried to tell him, at least, but when Y/N's lips wrapped around the head of his dick so perfectly it was hard to focus, and doing anything more than breathing became impossible when his tongue ran over his slit.

"You were saying..?" Y/N pulled back for a moment to look up at Xavier, revelling in the sight of his flushed cheeks and wide eyes. He was really a sight to behold when he was this turned on. His break didn't last long, and Y/N soon moved back to his task of proving to Xavier that he was in fact partly gay weather he liked it or not, one of his hands moving to hold at his hip so he had more space to work with. Y/N had done this countless times before, he knew just how to drive a guy crazy, and that's exactly what he did, because when he ran his tongue along the vein on the under side of his cock Xavier was sure he'd died and gone to heaven, because fuck, no one had ever made him feel like that before. The worry that someone might walk in on them did flash through his mind for a second, but that thought, along with every single other completely disappeared from his brain as Y/N hollowed out his cheeks and began to bob his head, and fuck, maybe he was just a little bit gay because this had to be the best blow job he'd ever gotten.

Y/N knew what he was doing and it was obvious. He knew the affect he was having on Xavier, and he loved it. When he pulled his other hand away and looked up to meet eyes with Xavier he was surprised the other hadn't blown his load right then and there with the look that flashed across his face as he hit the back of his throat, Y/N didn't think he'd ever seen someone that desperate. The sight was enough to make him reach a hand down to his own cock, bucking into his fists a few times to give just some relief as he continued to go to town on his friends cock. Xavier was close, he could feel it in the way he reached down to grab his hair, and when Y/N swallowed around him he finally lost it, arching his head back and shoving his hips forward, he'd never heard anything hotter than the sound of Y/N choking on his dick as he held him there and came down his throat.

All too soon the wet heat around him disappeared, and Xavier closed his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, though his eyes quickly snapped open again when he heard Y/N's moans, looking over at the other, and if he hadn't just came he totally would have gotten hard at the sight. Y/N leant against the wall, his Y/H/C fringe hanging in his face as he fucked into his fist, and yeah he was definitely a little gay. Quickly he moved forward, shoving his lips against Y/N's and letting out a moan when he could taste himself on the others lips. "Thought you weren't gay? Kissing a guy is pretty gay.." Y/N teased, choking on a moan when his hand was shoved away and replaced with a bigger, softer one. "You literally just had my dick in your mouth, that's way more gay.." Xavier pressed their lips together again before Y/N could say anything else, swallowing down his moans as he jacked him off. The kiss was messy, teeth clashed and tongues prodded, but it was better than any other kiss either of them had experienced.

Xavier's attack on his lips soon moved to his neck, and Y/N soon found himself tangling a hand in the others hair, moaning out and tugging at the bleached strands to try and cope with the building pleasure. He was close, it wouldn't take much more for him to tip over the edge, and that small nudge came in the form of Xavier reaching a hand back to squeeze his ass for a moment as he bit down on the one spot on his neck that made his knees weak. Y/N came with a shout, blowing his load all over Xavier's toned stomach, some of it even landing on himself. Thank god they were in the shower, or this would be one hell of a mess to clean up.

"So, still think you're not gay, even a little bit?" Y/N teased as they both washed themselves off, arms wrapped around Xavier's neck. "Okay, maybe just a little bit" Xavier grinned back, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's lips before reaching to turn off the shower again. They'd both been so busy making out for the next five minuets that neither of them had heard the unmistakable sound of keys jingling in the distance, soon pulling away to get dressed again.

"So.. all I have to do to get you off is squeeze your ass, huh?" Xavier teased as they walked back the cabin, Y/N rolling his eyes and throwing his wet towel at him. "Shut up.. it was hot" he shrugged, taking Xavier's hand in his own. Maybe this summer wasn't going to be so boring after all. When they'd finally made it back to their cabin, each of them climbed into their top bunks, turning to face each other. Both boys were so high on their post orgasm bliss, they had absolutely no idea what was in store for them that night.

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