#there's something obvious I'm missing I know it. Maybe some way to break past the stump blocking my path???

[pianokantzart]

Doggone it does anyone know how to get to that well??

[vampiresbloodx]

I'm gonna hurt you (Good pet. Part 2.)

pairings: Agatha harkness x Reader (Agatha x reader x Rio eventually)

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, public sex, face riding, top!Agatha, bottom!reader, voyeurism, oral sex (r giving), kissing, lip biting, blood mentioned, mistress kink, that gay sexual tension where they all just want to fuck each other.

Read part one here.

You were bored out of your mind. 

The other witches sat around a fire, telling stories, jokes, you weren’t really paying attention that much, too focused on your mistress, you missed her, she had gone off somewhere and hadn't returned. 

You were starting to grow impatient, but you waited, because you know that’s what Agatha likes. Your eyes looked up, you met Rio’s gaze as you quickly avoided eye contact with her, a weird feeling in your stomach whenever she stares at you. 

You didn’t understand it. Nor did you understand her. 

There was more tension now between her and your mistress, you hated it, as they made it obvious, always bickering, you remembered the first day she appeared, it was after Agatha broke out of the spell and she found you, when she was agnes, the two of you had a relationship that was different to the one you currently shared with her, in this role, she was your girlfriend. 

And you liked it. 

She was a detective, working late, barely home while you looked after Senor scratchy, her rabbit, keeping the house clean, making dinner and breakfast for her, you were like a housewife, you liked it, a lot. 

It was kind of fitting for you to be that person, as you were always her pet, her loyal familiar. Familiars are meant to be loyal, no one else comes first than their Master or Mistress. It's a rule. You knew Agatha had others before she met you, you weren’t a centuries old witch like her, but you were still learning the ways of the craft, she took you under her wing, made you hers. 

The first time she kissed you was the night you made your vows to her, it was different from marriage vows, but some might say it was similar. There were no weddings, suits or bride gowns, rings, but it felt like that to you. And secretly she felt the same. 

It’s a special night for the familiar and their Mistress, to keep the connection strong and flowing, alive, you swore your life to her.

As so did she. 

You had thought for the longest time you were always going to be her first choice. Not a last minute decision, a second choice. 

You knew you shouldn’t think too hard about this, but you do anyway. You always do, and that doesn’t help anyone. 

Maybe you were better off alone, maybe Rio was better for her than you could ever be. 

No. 

You couldn’t let your mind go there. 

It was hard not to. 

-

When everyone else decided to get some rest, you also tried to have a nap, despite being in these conditions and the ground wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was something. You just missed her, you missed Agatha. 

You felt a hand touch your shoulder, startling you just a little as you looked up hoping to see your mistress, only to meet the eyes of Rio, who smirked down at you. 

“Come” she said, confused, you got up and followed the witch. 

You didn’t know why you followed her in the first place, the only person you truly followed was Agatha, but something told you to listen. You weren’t sure if you should trust her, knowing her past with Agatha and that she might have done something that Agatha could never forgive her for doing. 

Still you trusted her. 

“You’re a good pet to your mistress, aren’t you, little one?” Rio asked, her voice breaking the silence, your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of why she was asking this. 

“Yes, I’m only good for her” you answered, hopefully giving her something that would please her. 

She chuckled. 

And there were no more words spoken after that. 

You finally ran into your Mistress, she was standing, not looking in the direction where you and Rio had walked from, you knew the three of you weren’t that far from the others, but time felt strange here, it felt like you walked hours, you knew that wasn’t true. As no one in the coven can stray away from the path. 

“Got your cute little pet, Agatha” Rio murmured to your Mistress, you were still completely and utterly unsure of what was going on between them, or why Rio called for you, you were just the happiest to finally see your Mistress again. 

“Mistress…” you said, it almost sounded like a whisper, your hand reaching out to her, god you were so desperate to feel her again. 

She turned around, her eyes burning into yours as your heartbeat faster in your chest, the two of you haven’t really said anything to one another since the last time when you confessed why you were not behaving. She didn’t say anything about a punishment, she knew you’d take it, you wouldn’t hide away from her discipline. 

“Kneel” she demanded, as much as she wanted to wrap her arms around you and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, she needed something else from you in the meantime. 

You kneeled for her. As she expected. 

Her lips curled into a smile as she nodded, muttering a “good pet” making your heart flutter from her praise. You’ve seemed to forget Rio’s entire existence, who was still standing there watching you both, not saying a word, as you were too focused on Agatha to care about anything else around you. 

Agatha stepped closer to you, she lifted up her skirt, as she swung one leg over your shoulder, you waited until the next order, though there was something about her that felt different. Did she and Rio have a chat before you came? What did they discuss? You were certain for a while that she hated her, but there was more to it than they showed. 

She lowered herself onto you, you happily licked up her pussy, groaning at how wet it was, she must have missed you too. You wrapped your lips around her clit, hearing her moans get louder as she was biting on something, which was rare, Agatha didn’t shy away from being vocal, but neither one of you weren’t so alone either way. You sucked harder, she gasped and her hips moved faster against your mouth while she chased for her high, that was coming close, you felt how her thighs tightened around your head, she was panting, hard, you knew she needed this as you didn’t stop until she said so. 

This would be the first time you’ve touched her since… a while for you as passed. 

Agatha whined, her head thrown back as everything inside her felt like it was on fire, like she had control again, she had her power back, this fed her hunger, when she was hungry, you were always there to give her whatever she wanted. 

She came with a cry, there was no bother in trying to hide now, as she opened her eyes again, she saw Rio staring right back at her, she felt hot all over. 

“Now I see” she said with a hum, tilting her head to the side as she watched Agatha fuck herself on your face, it was a sight to see for her, she enjoyed it a lot. “I knew they were more than just a familiar for you, did you get that lonely, sweetheart?” Rio teased with a pout. 

Only then the realisation hit you that Rio was still here, once Agatha got herself off of you, you licked your lips, still tasting her. You turned around to see the other witch there, dumbfounded. 

“Mistress, what?-” 

She raised her hand, shutting you up. 

“Good pet” she purred, walking closer to you as she grabbed your chin, she grinned wickedly, there was a change in her. “From now on, I’m going to have Rio here to watch me fuck you, anyway I want, you won’t even know she’s there, but I have a feeling you like it, don’t you? You like others watching us, it's obvious, pet” she chuckled, she leaned in and kissed you, rough, you felt her teeth on your bottom lip, biting down, making you bleed. 

So this was what she meant from before, when she said to let her handle it. 

You weren’t sure if this was your reward, or something the two of them wanted you to do for them, either way, you obeyed her. 

It sure as hell felt like you won your prize.

[wannabanauthor]

Tim Minear, here's a hint for you:

For BuckTommy, you don't even have to get them back together as a couple immediately.

You can bring Tommy back to give Buck some closure, and Buck can suggest they just be friends because he misses Tommy's company.

So they still hang out with each other and Eddie, and Buck finally feels ready to start dating again. He doesn't mention it to Tommy, but maybe one day someone lets something slip about Buck going on a great date with this amazing guy, and Tommy overhears it.

Since he broke up with Buck, he knows he can't really question Buck about it, but it still irks him for the very obvious reason that he's still in love with Buck but doesn't think it's fair to ask for a second chance after breaking Buck's heart.

But the slight twist is that Buck is genuine friends with the new guy he's dating, and they like to sleep together on occasion, but it's not an actual romantic relationship. Neither one of them are looking for something serious, but they enjoy each other's company. However, that's their own private business, so Buck hasn't told anyone else the details of his situation. He just allows everyone to believe he's dating.

He knows Tommy will find out eventually, but he doesn't want to tell him or bring it up because it'd be awkward.

Tommy is noticeably irritated and a little curt with Buck on the inside, but he maintains his mask perfectly so that Buck never catches on.

Until one night, they're about to leave for a movie, but Buck's "friend" calls and Buck has to cancel his plans with Tommy.

Tommy leaves, very upset and irritated, but he doesn't even make it to his car before he turns around goes back up to Buck's loft. He knows that nothing is official with Buck's friend, so he knocks on the door, and Buck answers it.

Tommy kisses him hard and closes the door behind him. Buck is in shock, much like the first time Tommy kissed Buck.

Tommy then just lets it all out. He tells Buck that he loves him and misses him, and he hates himself for ending things the way they did and for breaking both of their hearts. He says he thought he could handle Buck dating again, but he can't. He's still in love with him and wants him back. He's willing to do anything: seek counseling, starting over, even moving in with Buck on a trial run basis.

Buck starts crying and releases all the emotions/thoughts he's had/felt since Tommy broke up with him. He's angry, rightfully so, that Tommy hurt him and that it took seeing another man in Buck's life for Tommy to make a move. He asks why Tommy waited until now to really say anything. He talks extensively of all the ways Tommy hurt him when they broke up.

Then his final questions for Tommy are "Why now? Why are you willing to make an effort now and not months ago? Do you actually see a future with me? Or are you scared of being alone if I move on?"

Tommy confesses that he's always wanted a future with Buck, but he's scared of getting hurt again. But he acknowledges that Buck is not at fault for the way past partners have treated him, and he should have stayed and talked things over with Buck instead of ending things and walking away.

Buck kisses Tommy and says he misses him and loves him too. Tommy wipes away Buck's tears and kisses him again and again.

After a few smooches, Buck pulls back and clarifies that he's still angry and hurt over the breakup, but he wants to work through it. Tommy promises not to run away like that again, or at the very least tell Buck when he needs space to think something over before making a decision.

Then they work on their relationship until enough time has passed for them to be happily ever after.

Tim Minear, this storyline alone could last you a couple seasons since Tommy is a guest recurring character.

I'm throwing you a lifeline here, so take it and make something with it. Do what white men are known for and steal this idea and make it yours. Come on, you can do it. Prove to folks that you're not just a mediocre white man who skated by on privilege instead of talent.

Because the queer people of color in this fandom are doing a better job of explaining your mess than you are.

That is all.

[6okuto]

Could i have the same headcanon of falling in love but for Mhin? Thank you 🙏 😭

MHIN FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | mhin time! >____< lots of mhin fans here... awesome world. in case anyone is wondering yes i do have vere in my drafts. meowww

predictably, a slowburn with angst.

hard to get to know, not because they aren't predictable, or because they're incredibly hard to read, but because they're Fawking persistent when it comes to keeping their guard up. which means you have to be even More persistent. an absurd cycle. but you can get there. You will get there.

i think something that slowly takes down(?) mhin's walls would be showing interest in them past working together and their secrets. asking something more mundane like what their favourite season or meal is, what kind of music they like, if they enjoy rain. they're wary to answer because ?? why are you asking. why are you being weird. but they realize it's nice to think of something else about themself other than being a monstrosity. wow. ow

^ and then maybe doing something with their answer! going out of your way to buy some sweets for them, asking if they're okay when it's super cold/hot because they mentioned not enjoying it. something they've forgotten you even know. it also makes them wonder what your answers would be. the first time mhin manages to ask "what's yours?" is !!!! woah!

another moment might be choosing to be sincere when you could've teased them for something. they give you a look (honestly more often than not, mhin's first reaction is always wary confusion/denial), and you promise you're telling the truth. and they might not thank you or anything, but it sticks in the back of their head while they try to ignore how flustered they feel.

another Little moment might be you catching them off guard by like. being mean. they've gotten used to you pestering and following them. they've gotten used to your list of questions and times where you're walking quietly. neither of you have spoken in 5 minutes, and they're rolling their eyes, thinking to themself "what an asshole" about some guy arguing with a server, and then you mutter "what a fucking asshole" out loud. and they just look at you like ?. and you look back like ?? like i'm wrong. and mhin can't help but snicker or scoff.

when they realize what's going on (waiting for you to find them, looking for you, enjoying your company, etc), mhin starts avoiding you like the plague. all that time learning your schedule/habits has made it easy to avoid you (until you realize what's going on, at least). even places that they enjoyed for themself, they time things so you don't cross paths. it's honestly impressive LOL

they kind of hate it though. they miss you. they tell themself they don't, but they do. yeah they avoid you, but you know, if you both happen to be shopping, they might trail you and notice how you're buying ingredients for your favourite dessert, or how your eyes linger on a necklace before moving on. they just happen to be taking a similar path as you, and it's not like they want something bad to happen, so it makes sense to watch out, even now.

i'm picturing a confrontation where they try to deny avoiding you, then say they're doing it for a reason... and then you ask what this is, what anything meant, if anything. and mhin thinks they've dug themself a grave already and tell you it was nothing, a mistake, you should go home.

and you can either wait for a second confrontation, or call out their bullshit there—they're a liar but it's obvious to you, so what's actually going on? and tension rises and you push a little further until they finally tell you of course they care about you! and their voice might break a little because they don't speak loudly often, and their words dawn on them and they purse their lips—that's why they're trying to stay away.

something something don't push me away, i won't let you push me away, the significance of promising to stay with them, to work through things together and not leaving them alone, of seeing them as something else other than a monster, of seeing them as mhin.

mhin falls in love with your kindness, your open heart that warms theirs until it remembers spring. not just in the way you help them, but the kindness you show yourself, the people around you, your friends. they fall in love with watching you see the world in a way they hope to one day.

they fall in love with someone who perseveres when things get hard, but reminds the both of them that pushing too much or isolating yourself won't help. they'll stand at your desk and watch until you put your things away, or frown when they find you asleep outside of bed, and they know you'll do the same with them. they believe you'll get better at this together

mhin falling in love is pushing themself out of their comfort zone and doing their best to speak, even and especially when they can't think of what to say. it's them finding you in a bad mood and getting you food and offering to listen if you need to vent. it's them opening up and being vulnerable about their past that still hurts them, letting you reach for their hand or hold them when all they can think is that they don't deserve it.

i've mentioned this before but in an established relationship, mhin is softer but...not? they're comfortable to the point that they enjoy when you rest your head on their shoulder, but also enjoy making fun of you and laughing afterward. they don't have to be cold or walled off!! you're getting the real mhin, all sides included!

in general, they aren't a very touchy person. whether this is because they're not used to it or actually don't enjoy it is up in the air in my head. either way, it makes moments of physical touch a little more special! leaning against you when they're tired, reaching for your hand in crowds, letting you tie or play with their hair, etc.

the first time mhin kisses you, you're asleep. it's just a little one on the forehead as they pull the blanket up a little higher. and they keep doing it, because maybe it'll make it easier for when you wake up. they don't realize that you've been awake for the past 3 kisses as you pretend to fall asleep.

they let you watch them do experiments, and if it's up your alley, will listen to your thoughts and suggestions! feel honoured because it isn't a place, or thing that they let just anyone see! even if you aren't very science-y, feel free to give your opinion. maybe something will click in their head, y'know. or just be like, what if you mix red and white to make pink. and watch mhin stare at you like. How did you pick the two that'd be the Worst possible combination. like okay sorry i like pretty colours woah /lh

saying i love you.... i think they'd try really hard. you've helped them so much and they really do care, even if they're scared to say they love you, they know they do, they don't know what else this could be. there's a few times you catch them staring at you weirdly focused, and they're making a face with scrunched brows and pouting lips, and you're like. What is happening. and they chicken out. and get angry at themself for a while.

it kind depends on you, of course, and what kind of person you are. if you're someone who says it easily but never pushes them to say it, they feel grateful but guilty. if both of you keep dancing around it, a little anxiety and insecurity creeps back in when they don't want it to.

it's kind of a big deal for them, so the first time you say it is at the same time. not like Simultaneously saying it, but the same. ...day. at least. LOL. although if they're the one to say it first (somehow??) and you don't say it back until later that night because ?? shock? processing? nervous excitement? they Will be having a rough time dealing with themself, even while they repeat over and over that you deserve time, too, and it's okay, and they shouldn't overthink, etc etc.

mhin is So visibly relieved when you say it back. "were you worried?" "no?" < their head was a cacophony of 27 ambulances and noisy garbage compactors

grahhh i forgot to make a new tag list form. friends. I will make one eventually. but u r still here 4 now. kyaaa | @screaming-wea-sel @semifilms @cvhenia @mitskiologist @leiiii-i @sweet-milky-tea705 @khalixvitae

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Mini & Moni Music was... interesting, kind of concerning? We really know so little about the members - especially if you're like me and don't watch all the lives and documentaries, and read every book or interview. Even if I did all that, though, I wouldn't know much. The more honest they are, the more obvious it is they're "hiding" so much from us and how little we know them. This honesty unintentionally increases the disconnect between us and them, throwing every memory of them in a different light. A lot of the intimacy we feel/felt isn't real because, sometimes, when they look happy they're actually struggling while we enjoy ourselves and their "happiness".

The thing about RM for me is I've struggled to understand him, even if I probably have more in common with him than other members. The way he expresses himself is very opaque to me. I lack the sensibility, or context, I guess, to understand his thought process.

This special content between Jimin and Namjoon was a bit sad. RM doesn't seem happy. Every year, I feel like he reveals that he wasn't happy in the previous year. Has there been any year where Namjoon didn't suddenly reveal he'd been struggling? Because last year he made it seem as if he'd been doing pretty well, and I guess he was better at some point, while working on RPWP, but he'd been having a really rough time. Hearing him say he had to distance himself from BTS in order to heal (I think in 2023, after Indigo, but also applies to chapter 2 in general?) and Jimin saying the members thought he liked them less now... was sad.

RM really had(s) been struggling with the group. I know Hobi really wanted a chance to do something solo, but Festa dinner still feels mostly like it was brought on by Namjoon. I'm pretty sure Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, Suga, and V would've been fine carrying on with group activities with little to no solo activities, and Hobi only wanted a chance to do something different, not necessarily a big break from the group (I think; I haven't watched a lot of chapter 2 solo content, maybe I'm wrong). But RM was truly "done", to the point where the members felt him pulling away from them... RM popping up during one of Jungkook's live and their whole interaction kind of takes on a new meaning. Jungkook had been really happy to talk to Namjoon, and Namjoon said he missed Jungkook and that they needed to hang out. At the time maybe RM had already created distance between himself and the members so they missed each other a lot and there was a kind of uncertainty in their relationship.

I believe in BTS, but this content has made RM, the leader, seem the least excited about BTS, which may be untrue - contradictory and conflicted feelings can coexist. I kind of became concerned about how they'll return as a group (and what that will sound like...) if RM just looks so burnt out and even regretful about many things in their past (like his seriousness before). I know that each member struggled a lot, and for every hard moment there is a good one RM remembers, but I hope that when he comes back he learns how to enjoy being in the group again (or maybe for the first time; maybe he never really knew how to love the group without feeling weighted down by it). Like he says, RM speaks for the group. Most of Festa seems like him speaking for the group while the group itself didn't share his feelings completely but wanted to support him. It's ironic because RM said he feared that the group only represented his thoughts and not the group's, but I really want to know what the other members think. Suga, for example, has always blamed their hiatus on the enlistment, whereas Namjoon has made it clear that wasn't the main reason.

I don't know, I know the group has been through a lot, including the time they almost disbanded (I say almost, but how close were they, truly? Thinking heavily about something and having the intention of doing it are quite different), but this made me lose confidence in the group a bit, at least in RM. In the eyes of the members he's equated to BTS, but it seems like he's drifted apart from them. That's life, but as a fan it was hard to hear. Maybe they all feel the same, and I'm putting it all on Namjoon... This conversation with Jimin was very negative, but that's not the whole truth, and I shouldn't forget that.

[remotepixel]

Hello! I love your work so so so much it's so good!! I was just wondering if you could write a platonic yandere Tony stark with a biological male reader who wants to gain independence? Thank you so much 💗💗

Thank you so much, I'm always happy to hear someone likes my work!! <33

Also, thank you for requesting :))

Growing up with a famous father, especially one targeted by numerous terrorist organisations in the past, you have a lot of regulations placed on you.

-Trackers, CCTV, bodyguards (that are only hired after a lengthy questioning), anything you can think of.

-You’d be home-schooled and would only go out if either Tony or Pepper (maybe Rhodey if it was urgent for any reason) can go with you.

-It was a way of keeping you safe at first, but it turns more into a game of keeping you where he wants you.

He knew you would want to explore more as you grew up, and, if if he was being honest, it scared him.

-What if you lost interest in talking to your dad and started hanging out with other people? Other people who could have any intentions and could easily break your heart?

-Or got dragged into danger just because of your ties with him?

-It was selfish to keep you isolated just because of his own insecurities/paranoia, but he justified it for his own mental benefit.

When you first approach him to gain some more independence, he shuts it down real quick.

-If it’s a small idea, like maybe getting your own bank account, he may go along with it, but he’ll probably hit you with an excuse not to.

-Like, “i’m a billionaire, ask and I’ll just get it for you”.

-He probably sounds patronizing on accident, which doesn’t help when you’re trying to be taken seriously for once.

-If it’s something pretty out there, like wanting to move out, you’re getting questioned (after a long silence).

-He’ll try to hide how offended/upset he feels about you even bringing up the idea but you can easily tell.

-He’ll desperately refute anything you’re saying, even if it means missing the point sometimes.

-You don’t want to completely cut him out of your life, but that’s what he’s assuming.

-He’s given you everything he can, done everything he can to be the best father? and yet you don’t seem to care (you do, mf is spiralling).

Obviously, the conversation ends with no but, in the aftermaths, he’ll think over your suggestions with a clearer head.

-I think the overall outcome of this depends on your personality.

-For example, if the sheltered-ness of your childhood is obvious and/or you’re more naïve than most, he’s more inclined to keep with disagreeing.

-You don’t know what it’s like without him, and he thinks you won’t be able to cope.

-However, if you’re more confident, aware of the world outside your bubble, he has a higher chance of agreeing.

-Though, not fully of course.

-It’d be more of a compromise that gives you the technicalities and him the actual power.

-For example, he’ll give you your own apartment. However, he’s paying for it all (meaning you have no control over your own finances), it’s extremely close to his, he shows up whenever (aka everyday), there’s probably CCTV outside and still trackers installed onto your devices, etc.

-It’s like you’ve moved into a slightly bigger bedroom rather than your own house.

He wants you to be happy, and you might be able to push your luck if you act upset over his decision, but, at the end of the day, he’s your father first - what he says, goes.

If keeping you in the tower, somewhere safe where he can watch over you, is the only way he feels content? That’s the life you have to live with, even if it means threatening your independence.

[1toreyouapart]

The Lies We Tell

***FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. MDNI. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE FANFIC THAT INVOLVES REAL PEOPLE***

Summary that tells you nothing: Sometimes everything you ever wanted has been right there, within reach, all along.

CW/TW: Angst, fluff, swearing, friends to lovers, jealousy, smut, fingering, PinV, pet names, friends with benefits, more to come as I actually get things written out.

Masterlist

Just A Friend

"Come on, man. Something's up. You've been off all day."

Noah slammed the door to the studio, inhaling the fresh, or somewhat fresh, air of the city around them. Missed cues. Singing the wrong lyrics. Off key. It had been a fucking day and all he wanted was to call it quits and go home. He was tired. Exhausted, even. Always working. He was always fucking working.

And even when he wasn't working he was battling with Quinn these days, it seemed. Whether he was trying to steal a moment with her to just talk to her, or they were hanging out with everyone, she either had an excuse to stay far away from him or had something fucking smart to say. Her and her smart ass mouth.

"It's nothing, Jolly." He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm just tired."

"We all are. We've had an insane touring schedule lately." Jolly paused, waiting for him to look at him before he continued. "But it's more than that. You're distracted."

Of course he was distracted. His best fucking friend was avoiding him and trying not to be obvious about it. He had tried to talk to her. Honestly tried to talk to her. But she did that infuriating thing she loved to do when she didn't want to actually talk and ignored half of what he was saying. Always ignoring the part she didn't want to talk about.

He pulled his phone out, looking to see if she had responded to his text about dinner. Three hours ago he had text her about the two of them grabbing dinner somewhere, leaving the guys at home. She had opened it. Read it. And ignored it.

"I just need rest, dude."

He clicked the call button next to her name, turning his back to Jolly. It rang twice before going straight to voicemail. The realization of what she was doing hit him in that moment. A taste of his own medicine. That brat.

"Quinn, I swear to fucking God. You are the most infuriating little terror pixie I've ever fucking met. You've made your goddamn point."

He hung up the phone, wishing it was back in the old days where he could actually slam the phone down. This pressing a button on a touchscreen to end the call was so unsatisfying. He needed to damn near break the phone it was slammed down so hard.

"Ah. You and Quinn are fighting again." Jolly chuckled. "Just fuck her and get it over with, man."

"Jolly! Dude! We're friends. It's not like that." Another lie.

"Friends don't look at each other the way that you two do."

"You're so fucking stupid, dude." Noah scoffed, refusing to meet his friend's eyes.

Of course Jolly was right. He had been right every time he had brought it up in the past, too. But he knew how much him and Quinn talked. He had listened to their talks late at night when they thought everyone was asleep. And Jolly had a big fucking mouth sometimes. No way in hell would he admit anything to him.

Good God, this all fucking sucked. He never should have kissed her. Definitely never should have fingered her. Why couldn't there be some happy middle ground that guaranteed he wouldn't lose her? One that guaranteed that he wouldn't keep fucking up and risking everything?

"I'm just sayin'. Maybe get it out of both your systems. Because Jesus Christ. Used to only fight once in a while. Now twice since we've been home? Tension is off the rails."

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he snapped.

His best kept secret was crumbling down around him. All because he couldn’t just keep his fucking hands to himself. Over a moment of weakness. Two. Two moments of weakness. And in this moment, right now? He hated that he ever lied to her to begin with. Hated that he hadn’t just been honest that first meeting. Maybe they hooked up and maybe he struck out? Either way none of this would be happening right now. But young and stupid Noah had seen how upset she was once he got close and decided against it. What a fucking idiot he had been. And definitely still was.

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @mrscevans @supersquirrel1996

[something-about-sunflowers]

I kinda feel like too many people aren't looking at the whole picture with Guillermo and Nandor/his family this season?

Guillermo knows, to a certain extent, that it's hurting Nandor that he's avoiding him. He just can't not avoid him because of the whole 'secretly turned by another vampire and Nandor will have to kill him then himself for the sake of his bruised honor/ego' thing.

Guillermo is also hurting though. His attempt to take some agency for himself by actively pursuing something he's wanted since before he even met Nandor has massively backfired on him in every possible way he couldn't even begin to expect. He didn't know he'd have a Weird Transformation. He didn't know there was some taboo for having another vampire turn him as Nandor's familiar (and he's not actually Nandor's familiar anymore anyway, technically, they're all just dumb and forgot that fact). He, comparatively, only recently found out about the whole Van Helsing thing and that his family can't control themselves around vampires (though I feel like it probably will be different with their Memo, if we're being honest), so he very likely thought for most of his time waiting for Nandor to turn him that he'd still be able to see them occasionally and get/give closure over a longer period of time before he had to stop seeing them when it became obvious he wasn't aging like they were.

He does care about his mom, yall, did you miss him breaking down in the elevator or were you just distracted by him breaking the hand-rail? He's just been very preoccupied with a whole lot of drama (Which he complained about! He told Nandor how upset he was that the wedding and Baby Colin were keeping him too busy to see his family! The end of season 4 was days before the start of season 5.) and an extreme life change. He's an adult. That kind of shit happens when you're an adult (granted, his situation is significantly more fantastical given the whole vampires thing but still). Sometimes you get caught up in your adult life and you miss your mom's birthday. Sometimes you make a big life change that you think is what's best for you and it means you won't be able to be as close to your family. Yes. It's selfish of him - to an extent - but for fuck's sake you can't live your life for other people, even - especially, in some cases - if those people are your family. I'm kind of appalled at people saying that he's deserving to feel bad and rejected because he made a choice for himself. Do you think his mom is blaming him as harshly as some of you are? No! The first thing she asked him was 'are you happy with this change?' She cares about her son's happiness. He's not entirely in the right but fuck do yall know how to do anything but swing hard in the other direction? There's grey areas! All in the middle! Right there, look!!

And then on top of him already being extremely emotionally compromised from reckoning with having to leave his family behind, on top of the already 'emotionally difficult' avoiding Nandor for both of their sakes, he gets another big rejection in his own home from the people he cares most about. I don't know if Nandor noticed that his rejection hurt Guillermo. He's dumb but I really don't know if he's that dumb. He's been able to recognize in the past when he's hurt Guillermo so I don't see why he couldn't now. Are yall gonna blame Memo for feeling bad if Nandor decides to do something to try and win him back or cheer him up? Or if Nandor is upset/worried about having hurt Guillermo?

I don't really know where I'm going with this anymore lmao. My point is: Yes, Guillermo's choice is hurting people but it's also hurting him and he's been hurt for a while now and hurt people hurt people (which is why Nandor lashed out too!) so cut him a little bit of slack maybe? He didn't do anything to intentionally hurt anyone he just wanted to take some agency back for himself that he's been missing for like. Ten. Thirteen years or so now.

[bonkwosher]

omg if you wrote more alan grant x reader i will literally name my firstborn after you. you write him so well bless you 🥹

A/N: Lmao, will do Anon. I have no prompt from this so I'll figure out my own one.

Prompt: "4. understanding each other without words 5. recognizing the sound of their steps 15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly 38. craving their company after a stressful day" From this prompt list (I've used it before for Benoit Blanc). 1000% friends to lovers rn.

Pairing(s): Teacher!Alan Grant x Colleague!GN!Reader

Contains: Teacher!Alan, Teacher!Reader, Alan having a long day with back pain, mentions of trauma (Jurrasic Park incident), panic attacks

Word Count: 2k

It was stupid, your little crush on the lead paleontologist at the dig site. You were the site manager, in charge of ensuring everything ran smoothly. Really you were just a Business 101 teacher, but Dr. Alan Grant himself requested that you manage the site. How could you say no? Your break room crush wanted you all the way out in the badlands of Snakewater, Montana with him. Okay, maybe not just him but there's something here, right? You've known each other for years, you sit in on his lessons when you're not teaching. He smiles when he sees you enter the room. You could only hope there's something special.

For now, you sit in the teacher's tent reading some papers that were dropped off with the food for the week. Dr. Sattler, the lead paleobotanist, was making some food for herself. A cup of tea sat on the table in front of you, occasional sips being taken. You heard footsteps move past you outside the tent. It was a light stomping & slow, it was Alan, & boy did he need coffee.

"Morning, Alan," you spoke the moment he grabbed at the tent's curtain door.

Alan was taken aback a little, shaking his head before pinching his nose, "Good morning, Y/N."

It was cute, the way he stumbled to the coffee machine. It was already on considering Ellie used it. He lazily pressed each button, rubbing his face with both hands afterward.

"Rough night, Dr. Grant?" You spoke, a teasing edge on your voice.

Alan froze for a split second before speaking, "How did you know?"

"Is it not obvious?" Your reply caused him to turn around, coffee now in hand.

Alan turned to Ellie with a confused look, to which she responded, "Looks like normal Alan to me."

"Well, I did have a rough night. I tweaked my back near the end of the day yesterday, sleeping was hell."

The dark circles under his eyes were becoming obvious. You couldn't help but pout a little in response. It would be weird to offer a massage. He's just a work friend.

"Well try to rest today," you suggested with a reassuring smile.

He waved off your suggestion, figuratively & literally, "No, no, some of the students found a really good fossil with that computer thing. It would be a shame to miss out on that, & I can't let them mess up such a beautiful fossil."

You stood up from the table & set the papers down, "Well I'm all caught up on work on my end. Mind if I come with you? Tap a few bones with a chisel maybe?"

Alan looked down & chuckled at your statement before shaking his head once more & looking up. A cheery sigh escaped him as he looked into your eyes.

"There is much for you to learn about paleontology, Y/N."

You were standing across from Alan as he was sprawled out on the ground, brush in hand, lightly brushing dirt away. You didn't notice the dopey smile you had on your face till Alan looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"What?" You asked, laughing & putting your hands on your hips.

"You're standing around lookin' cute, I thought you were going to join me in the dirt," he teased back.

You both blushed. Not that either of you noticed the other was freaking out just as much. Alan couldn't believe he was so forward &, frankly, you couldn't gather that he might actually have feelings for you. You quickly turned around to hide your blush, Alan's heart sinking. You turned back around, with equal speed, brush in hand. You kneeled down on the dirt, leaning on your elbows & finding yourself in a similar position to Alan. You began brushing the dirt away. You tried to sneakily watch Alan to see if you were doing it right. His brows were furrowed as he brushed at the bone in front of him.

"Dr. Grant! I brought the supplies from this week's dropoff!" A student called out, a pile of boxes high enough to block their vision was shaking in their arms.

You couldn't help but freeze as the kid stepped towards the site. A few more steps & he'd surely step on the bones, inevitably freaking out & accidentally dropping everything. He'd be dead by dawn if Alan had anything to do with it. Luckily, Alan intervened early, shooting up quickly to stop the kid. A groan escaped him as he reached his hands out.

"James, the table is this way!" He tried not to sound too upset.

"Sorry, Dr. Grant!" James apologized as he turned towards the aforementioned table.

Alan's right hand darted to his back, applying pressure as best he could. You stood up slowly, noticing Alan's attempt at hiding the pained grimace on his face. You began walking towards him as he gripped his hat on his head, crushing it between his fingers.

"Professor!" Your focus was drawn to someone shouting your title, considering you were the only non-doctor here, "You got some faxes, the receipts from today need to be revised & sent to the school!"

You realized now it was your assistant calling out, a student volunteer getting work experience in the weirdest of locations. You thanked them as you grazed a hand over Alan's back.

"Please rest," you whispered to him as you walked away.

As you went off to do your work, it was Alan's turn to freeze. He may be good under pressure, when deadlines are coming, or even when dinosaurs think he would make a perfect midnight snack; But god did he feel absolutely helpless under your touch. He felt himself leaning into the touch & now he was stuck in this awkward bent hip position. He sighed as he adjusted his posture, convincing himself that it wasn't your touch that suddenly made the pain go away. Coincidence, he'll call it. He got back into an uncomfortable position, determined to get a good look at this fossil by nightfall.

By the time you left your "office" tent, it was dark. You looked towards the dig site to see some floodlights pointed towards the fossil. A couple eager students, & likely, Dr. Alan were hard at work. Dr. Sattler would soon come to end their fun & make sure the students got their 8 hours of rest in. You decided bed sounded much more comfortable than attempting to get them to sleep anyways. You opened the door to your trailer, letting it shut behind you. You toed off your shoes & took off your button-up & pants, changing into less dusty clothes before climbing into bed. You gave it one last good stretch before plopping onto your bed. You got comfortable, adjusting a couple pillows before feeling right.

A couple knocks hit your door, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Alan was trying to be quiet in case you were asleep but you could tell he needed to see you. You stood up slower than usual, you were tired after all, & opened the trailer door. Alan's arms twitched up slightly, he retracted them.

"Can I-"

You interrupted him, "Of course."

Alan's arms darted around your waist. From his place, a step below you on the trailer stairs, his head reached the crook of your neck. He nestled into place quickly, as if you had done this a million times. In reality, you & Dr. Grant had hugged once.

That time he hadn't asked, he knew he caught you off guard & he beat himself up about it ever since. It was his first day back on campus after he mysteriously left for an island with Dr. Sattler. You had come in to check on him after your classes, which happened to be late that night, & found him in his office. He was hunched over his work, head in his hands. The office door was left ajar, maybe he was still running office hours? Nonetheless, you pushed the door open slightly & knocked as you did so. You seemed to scare the life out of him. He jumped back & out of his seat, throwing papers into the air with him.

He yelled something barely intelligible, sounding maybe like, "GET BACK!"

"Alan! It's me, Y/N," You tried to calm your colleague as you walked toward him, his eyes were going everywhere but in your direction.

You managed to get a couple feet in front of him, his hand was clutching his chest & his breathing was beyond fast.

"Alan, I need you to take deeper breaths," You spoke as you reached out to touch his hand, "Please."

Finally, his eyes met yours, your hand wrapping around the one that held his chest so tightly. The genuine look of concern in your eyes grounded him. He looked around the room to see he was safe in his, albeit, now messy, office. Without thinking he scooped you into a hug. You were shocked at first by the sudden movement, your hands took a moment to find their place. In the moment, Alan didn't process that he caught you off guard, that would haunt him later. Right now, you were the one thing making him know he was safe, & holding you felt right. He had barely spoken to you before this. You were another teacher in the giant school that was U of M. But in the few times he's spoken to you, he's fallen hard. It surprised him that you stopped by, he was hoping you weren't there to ask him about Jurrasic Park.

You never did, & after that night you were always around. You sat in on his lessons & he even sat in on yours on the rare occasion. You offered to talk to him about whatever happened if he ever wanted, he never did. Alan was stubborn that way, he didn't like talking about feelings.

So you'd be lying if you said it didn't shock you when Alan asked to come into your trailer late that night. He sat down on the "kitchen" chair & looked up at you, pulling his hat off & setting it in his lap. His eyes quickly decided looking at the floor was more comfortable.

"Sorry, if I'm intruding, I had a rough day."

"You're not intruding, Alan, you never are," you tried to find eye contact but there was none, "You want to talk about anything?"

A long moment of silence sat between you. Alan was clearly fighting himself on something. Finally, a sigh escaped him.

"Do you remember... that night in my office?"

He didn't have to explain, of course, you knew, "Yes."

"It happened again, last night."

"I'm so sorry, Alan."

"Don't be," He had a clear train of thought & you couldn't break it, "I fell & hurt my back, I was terrified. I wanted to run to you but the fear that something was outside kept me trapped."

He wanted to run... to you?

"I've been in so much pain all day," he continued, "& it felt so isolating to keep last night to myself, bad isolating. When you just knew something was wrong-"

Alan stood up & took your hands in his, his eyes found yours just as quickly, "How did you know?"

"You looked, not like you, if that makes sense. I just knew."

Alan's hands darted to the sides of your face but yet again, froze. His eyes were filled with determination & fear. You weren't scared. You lifted your hands to guide him. His hands now resting on each side of your jawline. In the silence, Alan lightly traced a line across your cheek with his right thumb. You gave him the smallest of nods, looking deep into his eyes. Alan pulled you in for a deep kiss, a sigh escaping him when you kissed back. In a moment, you were separated again.

"Mind if I stay the night?" Alan spoke softly.

"I would love that."

A/N: This took me so long & I can't believe I didn't get burnt out. I am so happy with this.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Ugh I can’t not theorize. I’ve been at it non stop. Once a story catches my interest my brain just going into hyper speed trying to figure out how the writers (if they do a good job) will bring all of their themes, hints, etc to fruition. All I’m missing is a cork board, pins, and miles of red string.

What’s super exciting this time is I’m actually dealing with a property where the writers are….good? I’m so used to being disappointed when fan theories (often my own) turn out to be much better than the canon, but I don’t see that happening here. Weekes is clearly a masterful writer and knows how to build up to a satisfying twist.

Because you just know another twist is coming. Solas, despite everything, is just too soft hearted to make a convincing final boss. It couldn’t be more obvious that being The Dreadwolf and putting aside his own conscience takes every ounce of energy he has. Eventually he’ll have his breaking point and that’s when we’ll find out who our true villain is.

It’s Mythal. I’ll eat my damn hat if it isn’t. She’s either not the person Solas remembers, or maybe she never was. In either case, there’s been plenty of clues both in DAI and in subsequent materials (specifically Tevinter Knights) to imply that there’s something else going on here.

We keep seeing imagery of the Dreadwolf as a mutant abomination that is part wolf and part dragon. It’s easy to point to the end credit scene of DAI and say “well yeah he fused with Mythal who is a dragon” and sure it looked that way…but is that actually what happened?

We saw Flemeth part with some form of magical energy before Solas arrived. We also know that she’d taken the soul of Uthemiel from Kieran. Uthemiel happens to be a dragon, or was until he was tainted and became an Archdemon.

Archdemons can control Darkspawn. And taking a Darkspawn army past the Veil to enact vengeance upon the Evanuris sees like something Flemeth would do. But that doesn’t seem like something Solas would want. His agenda has always been to fix his past mistakes and tear down the Veil for the greater good. He doesn’t seem that fond of Darkspawn, in fact he was pretty pissed at the Wardens for screwing around with them.

Where I’m going with this, is I think it’s entirely possible Solas is being used. He may have unwittingly fused himself with an Archdemon, assuming it was the essence of Mythal. The real plan, now that plan A failed, might be turning him into an Archdemon so Flemeth/Mythal can use him to start another blight and wield the darkspawn. Corypheus managed to mind control an Archdemon, so clearly it can be done.

And if that’s the case, then ooooooh boy.

Poor Solas.

OMG. I missed this one and I'm so glad I finally found it!

What a fascinating idea. Holy shitballs.

Okay, so I just restarted DAO, I'll be on the lookout through these playthroughs (I'm doing DA2 next, then probably DAI again, because I'm an utter sucker for lore) for hints about all that!

I thought the whole point of the dark ritual w/Morrigan was to purify Urthemiel's 'soul' through being born as an innocent child. But what if that didn't work?

But then, wouldn't Kieran have shown signs of taint? Hmmm. Maybe not, given it's just the soul?

I'm still not convinced that Flemythal parted with any kind of energy in that scene. BUT if she did... well, she's pulled the whole 'soul piece recovery schtick' before. So if it was energy or a soul, it could've been hers. Leaving just Urthemiel. Which would very possibly warp Solas into a dragon/wolf thing. And Mythal is very used to Solas going along with what she wants. So it feels like something she wouldn't think twice about. She uses Morrigan too, and Kieran, so it’s definitely something she's used to doing.

I have a strong feeling Solas is indeed being used. And has been since he was 'born' from the fade. There's a lot of hints to his resignation, nay, even belief that it's right that Mythal used him. (This is... common, in abuse survivors, FWIW.)

But I believe it's canon that his forehead scar came from when he burnt off Mythal's Vallaslin? I have to see if I can find that again. I can't remember where I read it.

I think Mythal will be rather unpleasantly surprised in the spine Solas has developed since her 'murder'. He doesn't seem at all likely to me to be all 'hey! My enslaver is back! Let me just get my slave brands again'. Now, if he were still truly alone, he might just cave into it because man, does Solas have some pretty massive Mythal issues. Not sure if he regards her as his mom or something else or a mix of things, urk.

BUT he's not actually truly alone anymore is he? No matter how hard he tries to be. A Romanced Lavellan can tell him "Var lath vir suledin" which translates sorta, into "Our - love - way/path - endure/strength to withstand loss."

So he knows he's not alone. That inky will absolutely go to the mat for him. He has actual friends, too. He said Bull has him, if you don't betray Bull w/the Chargers. Solas doesn't strike me as someone to say that lightly.

So, he also knows he has friends, too.

I think, if Mythal actually is the big bad (kinda hoping for this tbh) she's gonna have a rather rude awakening when it comes to Solas. Who, from all I can tell, has always willingly served her whims. Because she was 'the best of them' doesn't mean she was actually good.

I talked about how he's heavily neurodivergent coded before, and we're generally loyal to a fault, which Solas very much shows.

But we do also often, eventually, reach a 'no more' point. After which, we'll absolutely close all those doors we'd previously left open.

If Solas acts the way I suspect he might, he'd then use everything he knows about Mythal and the Evanuris to help the game protag (I still wish I could just carry my inky over) defeat the buggers.

But what would it take for him to finally reach that point with Mythal? Mommy issues are soooo hard to deal with in therapy because it's so damned easy to backslide.

Hurting Inky? Doing something that will destroy the fade (like marching a darkspawn army into it)? Making him betray all of his followers who truly believe in him and his goals of freeing enslaved elves?

Solas deeply believes that slavery is wrong. In a way that makes me think he was actually enslaved at one point. Obviously to Mythal.

Oh, fuck me. What an amazing story they could tell about the whole 'but there were good slave owners' bullshit nonsense some people like to spout.

Of course, I still really wish Bioware would tell a story with a disabled protag. Which the end of Inquisition really would set up nicely. But given their shit disability rep, I know not to hold my breath over that.

[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU

1. Two Full Days

"UZI, WHAT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD WEAR FOR SCHOOL????" N asks me.

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"I don't know, whatever is fine. You don't need cool clothes to make friends anyway." I mumble tired.

I got almost no sleep, it's the first time I had three other people in my room. And it's very weird.

"Uzii~ Can I kill-" V starts saying.

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"NO YOU CAN'T KILL ANYONE. YET." I yell at her, slapping my face.

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"Nah do whatever you want V, it's not like she can do anything to you." J says.

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"UGHHHHHHH Why did I let you all sleep in my room?" I start rumbling.

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"Because I asked you?" N says confused. I nod, then start banging my head on the dresser repeatedly.

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"Uzi you're going to break the closet." I hear mom from the doorframe. I groan loudly.

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"CAN ANYONE SHUT UP FOR FIVE MINUTES, I JUST WOKE UP, I CAN'T DEAL WITH ALL THIS SHIT SO FUCKING EARLY!" I yell at everyone. Never had more than 2 people directly talking to me and this is getting annoying.

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"Oh, sorry!" N tells me with a sad voice. I jump to give him a pat, but I think it felt more like a hit-

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"Awwww you're so cute toghether, it would be a shame if someone killed both of you right now! :3" J says.

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"... J, if you keeps saying you're sorry, DON'T FUCKING MESS WITH ME." I yell at her. "Or mom. I actually don't recommend that since she managed to slap Cyn out of me. Literally." I mumble embarrassed.

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"OF COURSE, NO DAUGHTER OF MINE IS GOING TO DATE ONE OF THOSE THINGS." Mom starts saying.

V is blowing bubbles... In this situation. For some obvious reason.

"Mom you married dad. You cannot say anything about my FIRST relationship." I tell her.

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"Ohhhh someone's having the first fight with her mother!~" V says sarcastically.

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"BITE ME!" Me and mom yell in the same time. Maybe me and her aren't that different, both of us like a lovable idiot.

N is trying to say something but he is still on mute. "N, you can talk now, I got energized enough." I laugh.

"You should hurry guys, it's getting late." My mom says.

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"OH FUCK YEAH SCHOOL, FORGOT ABOUT IT." I yell, packing my bag in a hurry.

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I am spinning around a pen, bored and kinda sad that I didn't get to sit next to N. Not being at school for the past week showed it's mark. I forgot how BO-RING it was.

"By the way, we have three new classmates. I don't know their names, and I don't care about that." The teacher says exiting the room. I chuckle a little.

"Uzi, how are you going through this every day?" J asks me bored. She had to sit next to N, since V was already sitting next to Lizzy. And N was the only one actually paying attention to the lesson. So he had no time to talk with anyone. I saw her banging her head on the table. The whole lesson.

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"Don't ask me, I'm already missing the times when I haven't met you three, I actually had something to daydream about." I mumble. I am not mentioning that I was planning the extermination of Disassembly Drones and humanity. "Now I'm stuck in this bunker since the sun now kills me and there's nothing to do outside." I add.

"UZI UZI UZI, SCHOOL IS SO FUN!!!!" N comes and intrerupts me. Literally everyone is looking at us, and the teacher trough the windows.

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"MOTHER FUCKER, THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!???" J is yelling at him.

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"But it was fun..?" He responds disappointed.

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"Well, I'm glad that you like it but PLEASE don't forget the fact that I hate this." I tell him.

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"This Was, So Boring. Let Me Out. Let Me Out. Let Me Out." We all suddenly hear. V is going gun mode.

"I TAUGHT THAT CYN DIED????" She yells.

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"BOSS YOU'RE BACK???? Not like I want to be bad anymore but.." J mumbles.

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"School Is, Boring. I Don't, Like It." I hear from behind, specifically, from my tail.

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"UHHH GUUYS DID MY TAIL JUST TALK!?" I yell looking frightened at the now yellow eyed creature on the tip of my tail.

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"What." We all look at my tail surprised.

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"Holy shit it talks." V mumbles.

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"HEY THAT WAS MY LINE!" I yell at her.

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"I Am Now, Stuck Here. I Want My, Body Back." Cyn talks again.

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"... I did not expect that my tail would talk now." I rumble completely ignoring her.

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"My condolences." V tells me.

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"But nobody died- Oh..." I say as I get the joke. "Yeah, RIP my sanity." I laugh.

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"Hey. I Am Not, That Bad." Cyn says.

Silence. Then J starts laughing. V too. Then all of us are laughing except N, which is looking at us confused.

"Okay now let's get to our lockers, I am not staying in this classroom anymore." I say, rushing out the door.

I open my locker to check if I still have one book there.

"Whatcha doing?" I hear from behind.

I turn back, expecting V or J or Thad or anyone in general.

"AGHH! Oh it's you... Warn me before talking, how are you so silent when you walk?" I ask N, that sneaked from behind.

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"Padded feet. Exceptionally good for surprise attacks." He responds, responding quite literally. I smile. His personality is so cute.

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"Oh. And to answer your previous question, I have a present for you." I tell him, finally finding an edge of that book I've been searching, hidden by magazines and two random limbs.

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"Ta-dah! A How-To-Draw-Anime book!" I say handing it to him.

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"What's an anime?" He asks me confused.

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"WRONG MOVE, NOW YOUR FATE IS SEALED." I hear Lizzy talking to N from the other end of the hallway.

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"Ohh boy..." I laugh. He doesn't know what he asked  >:3

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"... I still don't get it." N says at the end of school.

Me, V, J and Cyn are complet speechless.

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"HOW THE FUCK YOU STILL DON'T GET IT??? I ALREADY KNOW EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN WORD SHE SAID!!!" J is yelling at him.

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"I'll show you an anime tomorrow, I don't have time today, I got that homework to do." I tell him.

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"Cool, anyway, I'll be with V and Lizzy walking around the bunker." J tells me and N, leaving the room with V.

"... I  guess we're alone now??" N says surprised. I laugh.

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"No, we're going home. I will make that homework. And if there's free time we'll maybe hang out." I say, taking his hand walking out of the class with him.

Wait I'm holding his hand???? OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!!

"Uzi, are you alright..?" N asks me after we get out of the school.

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"... What do you mean- OH FUCK!" I yell, feeling warmth coming from my screen. I try to hide my blushing face with my hands.

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"How much have I been blushing..?" I ask him embarrassed.

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"Not much, but you weren't looking as confident as usual." He says.

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"OHHHHHHHHH... You're absorbing my rebellious angsty teen confidence, give it back!" I yell at him playfully.

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"Nuh uh, it's mine now." He plays along.

We both laugh, then I notice some drones pointing at N and whispering things. I suddenly go from happy to mad, but N is still laughing. I try to distract myself from this, so I decide to play a game.

"LAST ONE HOME IS GOING TO HAVE TO LISTEN TO CYN FOR THE NEXT HOUR!" I yell at N, bringing my wings out and starting to fly towards my home.

Cyn comments something about this but I don't actually listen to her.

"OH YOU STARTED BEFORE ME, THAT'S NOT FAIR." He yells behind me then he says something I don't understand. He catches up to me, and I slow down.

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"What was the last thing you said?" I ask him amused. He doesn't look amused. He looks confused.

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"Uzi, your wing-" He says.

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"Huh?" I ask him, then I stop to look at my wings. "OH MY ROBO-GOD I LOOK SO BADASS!" I yell happily.

N laughs too.

"Now let's do it fair, and only by running." I say, sprinting towards the door to my house.

I've always been the fastest in class, despite my height. But N quickly catches up and I remember he's so much taller than me.

"Aw fuck." I say when I finally get to the door of my house, looking at N happily jumping.

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"I won!" He keeps repeating. I chuckle, unlocking the door.

"Daaaaad, mooooom, I'm baaaaack!" I say, going straight to my room. But it's locked. Dad comes to me.

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"Not today, me and Nori decided for our first family gathering!" He says.

Mom is running towards us (not too fast, the little legs don't really help).

"We can let that for TOMORROW, she got homework you dummy." She tells him.

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"OH THANK YOU MOM!" I say, unlocking the door with my ~mAgIc~

"You seem a bit annoyed." N tells me.

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"Yeah because dad doesn't know how to parent well and mom has missed most of my life, but I can't blame her for that." I rumble.

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"I never had a family other than Tessa..." He whispers.

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"Awww don't worry, you are my boyfriend now, I'll make you feel like you are part of a family now." I try to say as sweet as I can.

He starts cheering quietly.

"Now let's get to work... The subject was 'a slice of life' I think... I can write about how we saved the world an all?" I whisper to myself. "N can you please get my phone from my backpack?" I ask him, booting up my laptop and preparing to load some images to make the MOST ELITE HOMEWORK!!!!

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"Here it is!" He says, throwing it towards me. I catch it and immediately conect the head buds wires to listen to music.

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"What song it is?" N asks me innocently.

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"No idea, I just put some random nightcore playlist." I say, typing aggressively.

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"Can I listen?" He asks.

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"Oh sure, but my phone's volume is really loud, I warn you." I respond, taking out one wire and giving it to him.

He's being quiet for the next five songs, and I write the rest of the homework. Now all I have to do is to load the images!

"How's the music?" I ask him before I take an USB cable to load up the images.

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"Huh..? Oh it's pretty cool!" He answers.

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"Good because you're going to have to listen to this for basically the rest of your life." I laugh.

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"I Think, It's Okay." Cyn says.

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"OH FUCK- Oh yeah you're able to control my tail now, I forgot. But thanks for liking it." I rumble. "Okay now I want you two to be quiet, I'm doing some more important work now." I tell N and Cyn after I plug the cable in the laptop.

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"Okay!" N says on a happy voice.

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"WE'RE HOME BITCHES!!!!" I get woken up by J's yelling from the entrance.

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"SHHHH Uzi's sleeping!" N tells them whispered. I still keep my eyes closed, I want to see where this is going.

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"Okay and?" She asks him bored.

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"J, give her a break, she barely had any sleep this night. And yesterday was a tiring day for all of us." V scolds her.

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"WE DIDN'T HAVE ANY OF THIS." J yells annoyed.

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"J, that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve this! She is letting us stay here too!" N tells her.

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"We can as well sleep like we always did. Outside." She complains.

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"And be loved by nobody? Be outside society? Just get back to having no friends? I am not doing that." V says confidently.

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"I approve with V." My boyfriend says.

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"Uggghhhhhh, if you wanna stay, I'll stay, alright... I don't like this though." V rumbles. "Anyway why's that sentient toaster sleeping on her table and not bed?" She asks.

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"School project." He responds. "I didn't know what to do so I let her sleep there-"

I try not to laugh. He's so cute and innocent!

"... UZI WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GO SLEEP TO YOUR OWN BED." J yells.

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"GIRL GO TO FUCKING HELL!" I yell at her slapping her in the face.

V is laughing loudly and N is a little confused, but smiling.

"YOU BITCH!" J says.

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"You yelled at me, I got startled so I hit you. My actions are justified." I tell her.

"Hey Uzi, you hungry?" V asks me.

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"OH YEAH!!!" I tell her. I didn't even realize that I didn't eat any oil for the entire day!

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"Alright, I saved you an arm, say thanks." She tells me, giving me the limb from her backpack.

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"THANKS A LOT." I say, drinking the oil from it until only the rough metal can be chewed. "Wait did you kill someone?" I ask her surprised.

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"No, I found someone already dead. OF COURSE I DID SO, WE GET HUNGRY, YOU KNOW?" V answers annoyed.

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"It was some random guy that Lizzy had beef with." J says, using her claw hand as a toothpick.

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"Kevin?" I ask V.

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"Yes, Kevin, that motherfucker." She responds.

"Uzi can we see an anime?" N asks me.

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"OH YES!!! I already have a video saved, do you two want to see it?" I ask the two other drones.

V nods, but J isn't as happy about this.

"Can you three just sleep?" She asks us, already hanging from the ceeling.

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"NO. >:3" I respond like the little goblin that I am."

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I find myself in a white space.

Doll teleports in front of me.

Wasn't she dead though?

She tells me something.

"Привет, Узи. Давно не виделись, да? / 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚄𝚣𝚒. 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝??"

"How are you here?"

I ask her.

I hear no answer, and everything turns to black.

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"Uzi? Uzi!? UZI ARE YOU OKAY!?!?!?" I barely hear. I open my eyes tired.

N was shaking me, trying to wake me up.

"Good morning to you too N." I mumble. I take my blouse from my chair and put it on.

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"Uzi, you weren't waking up and I taught you may have died and-" N tells me panicked.

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"He didn't belive me when I said you're alright." V says bored. "Now hurry up you lovebirds, class is almost starting and Thad already got in a figth with someone." She adds, looking at her phone.

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"N, go to school for the first class without me, I have to run a quick virus scan." I rumble.

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"UZI IS EVERYTHING OKAY????" N asks me worried. I chuckle.

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"Yeah, it's just that I had a weird dream..." I say amused.

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"Bitch we can't dream." J says coming from the kitchen.

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"EXACTLY!!" I yell, it's obvious. "So please go without me, tell the teach that I'll be late." I tell N, heading to my chair and getting ready to have the virus scan.

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"Okay... Take care!!!!" N says leaving, still on a worried voice.

I am now alone in my room, and I adjust my chair to get ready for the virus scan.

"Uzi? I couldn't help but overhear you..." I hear from my door a second before I start it.

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"Yes mom, what's with it?" I say bored.

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"Let me tell you a little something... That may have not been a dream." She says.

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"Well YES? THAT'S WHY I WANT TO RUN A VIRUS SCAN." I yell. I am so tired and do not ready for today.

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"... I don't mean it as in a virus... You know I had some prophecies a little while ago, I think your dad told you." She says whispered, closing the door.

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"Yeah, yeah, 'bEwArE tHe CoMiNg SkY dEmOnS!', I've seen the closet where he keeps your stuff." I mumble bored. "Can you say what you want for once so I can get the scan going?" I ask her annoyed.

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"THOSE 'DREAMS' ARE FUCKING PROPHECIES." She says back.

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"Oh fuck-" I say, remembering the details. "I'll still run a virus scan." I add.

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"And I have taught that my daughter was a bit more understanding... What was it about?" She asks me.

I sit quietly. And try to explain.

"So uhhmmmm... You know, Doll died, but uhhmm... In the dream she was back, and she told me 'long time no see.' and it's a bit worrying..." I explain.

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"Well Nikolai teached Yeva a lot about programming and mechaniscs, they might actually be able to restore her, you know?" She says.

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"Mom, you know they're dead, right? V got her hands on them-" I tell her surprised.

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"WHAT!? I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO STOP DATING A FUCKING MURDER DRONE." She starts scolding me.

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"Mom he's actually an angsty rebel like me but that's unrelated. Doll's house is a bit worrying, you might need to see it later, but I am going to school now." I respond annoyed, running out the door and trying to get to class on time now.

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"AND NOW I CAN DO THIS!!!!! >:3" I yell, seeing everyone yell in fear to my wings and absolute solver powers.

"YEAH GO UZI GOO!!!" N is yelling from the back. J is commenting something about our relationship but V is slapping her.

"Uzi, are you aware that I said a 'slice of life' and not an essay about a superhero." The teacher tells me after he's finished with banging his head on the table.

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"ISN'T SAVING THE WORLD GOOD ENOUGH???" I yell at him annoyed.

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"Actually no. Solving your crippling daddy issues is worth one point of the rubric, but that romance is actually taking two points. Miss Doorman, your essay is a -1 point." He says.

I look at him annoyed, then I go back to my seat. I look back at N, and he's giving me thumbs up.

"You did such a great presentation!" N tells me after class.

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"You're right, the teacher was so wrong- WAIT WHERE ARE MY BOOKS???" I yell seeing that the chemestry and math and physics books that I use to climb on to get to my locker properly.

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"What's the problem?" He asks me confused. "I CAN'T GET TO MY FUCKING LOCKER, WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY BOOKS?" I yell on the hallway.

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"I can help!" N tells me.

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"Huh, what do you meAAAN! OF FUCK LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN" I yell at him because he picked me up. He puts me back down and I turn back at him.

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"Oh... Sorry..." He says disappointed.

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"Hey, I'm not angry, please just ask before doing things, okay?" I explain to him. "I also didn't expect to be lifted up. But if you really want to help, can you plase give me the manga from the top shelf?" I ask him smiling.

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"Sure! I love doing anything!" He says smiling, and he hands me the book.

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"How are you even that tall?

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"Oh, I was made for ground attacks, so I am bigger, that making me faster and it's harder for me to fall." He explains automatically.

I laugh. "Well my COOL AS FUCK RAIL GUN was no match for you. >:3 " I say to annoy him. Then I think at how I shot J and the weird worm-

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"Well I don't regret not killing you." He smiles.

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"What?" I ask him jockingly.

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"That idiot means that he doesn't regret being a bitch and rebelling against the company." J says, passing us.

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"N will you let me kill J pretty please-" I beg him.

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"No, you gave me a chance, she deserves one too." He responds firmly, but half of his sentence is covered by the ringing bell.

"OH FUCK WE'RE LATE, HURRY!" I yell, dragging him to our class.

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"Hey Uzi, did you finish your homework? Nori wants to go see Doll's house apparently. She wants to check out her doors, can you belive this!" Dad says entering my room.

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I roll over my eyes. "Yeah dad, I am ready. N is coming too." I say.

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"NO HE'S NOT, THIS IS A MOTHER-DAUGHTER MOMENT." I hear mom yelling from the other room.

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"Ughhh okay!" I respond annoyed. "N, will you, V and J be some good drones and not kill anyone? There's oil in the fridge and there's paper with crayons on my desk." I tell them, going outside with my mom.

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We two walk quietly half the way until Doll's house.

"How was Doll?" Mom asks me at one point.

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"Well... She was Lizzy's best friend. One of the popular girls." I mumble.

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"Wall aren't you popular too?" She asks me amused.

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"AW HELL NAW!" I yell. "I'm the weird rebel teen, not the popular preppy girl." I tell her. "Plus most people hate me anyways..." I add whispering.

We're not saying anything for the next minute.

"You know... Me and Yeva were very good friends. She would worry too much about the future and I wouldn't worry about anything." Mom randomly tells me.

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"Well all that Doll did was try to kill V. I mean she has some pretty good reasons but we grow, forgive and forget." I say.

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"And kill humans?" She adds to my sentences.

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"I also had my 'kill all humans' phase. They're shit. And then we are the ones ending the world." I roll my eyes.

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"Not all of them. I kept hearing one of your friends talk about some human in their sleep." She tells me bored. "A bunch of good things. But that's keeping me out at night. How can you even sleep?" She asks me.

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"I don't know, I'm tired all the time. And this is becoming much more of a bigger problem every day." I mumble.

That's the last thing I say before arriving to Doll's house.

It looks... The same. But it looks like nobody entered in a while.

"It's locked, good thing I can destroy the door-" Mom says but I pick her up.

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"Not today. I have the key, no solver needed." I tell her, before putting her back down. It's weird to hold my own mom.

I unlock the door. The house is all dark, except the millions of eyes that are looking at us. I turn of eyes that are looking at us. I turn on the light, and the red fills the room.

"SHE LIVED LIKE THAT-" Mom asks surprised.

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"I'm telling you that I almost died here because of a murder attempt. Twice." I rumble. "And here's also where my solver powers first activated..." I say a little more quietly.

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"Well this seems promising- OH ROBO-GOD WHAT'S THAT!?" She yells after she sees the bunch of bugs climbed on Doll's parents' bodies.

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"... Uhh... This is your old friend I guess." I tell her, approaching the bugs to scare them away.

The bodies of Yeva and Nikolai are still sitting there, the same way they did two weeks ago. Mom is speechless. Then she goes in another room.

"MOM WHERE ARE YOU GOING????" I yell.

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"I need to see their computers." She says from the other room.

I enter where she went. It's a room I didn't actually notice existing. It's full of computers and laptops, and they seem... Quite new. Mom boots up one of the laptops. I move my hand to try to help mom do things easier.

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"DO NOT touch anything!" She yells worried. "Knowing Yeva's hacking knowledge, every single device in this house can get you a pretty nasty virus." She adds. I now try to be more careful and to not even touch the floor if possible.

The screen to the laptop mom turned on lights up, and it asks for a password. I hear her mumble something, then she types 'игрушечный_пистолет', and it was right????

"MOM HOW DID YOU KNOW HER PASSWORD???" I ask her.

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"We were friends. Wow, you really need to socialize more." She responds amused.

I groan, but watch how she navigates on the laptop.

"What are you doing?" I ask her.

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"Searching for a backup program. I am pretty sure Yeva would have done something like that, or at least would have teached her daughters how to make one." She responds. "Okay, it doesn't seem to be on THIS laptop, we only have to check the rest... 29 devices!" She adds annoyed.

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"Uhhmm... I'll leave you the key... I am going back home, dad must be going crazy with all those crazy people inside my room." I say, and I run out the door.

But before I get out of the house, I see something sparkle in the kitchen. I go there, and I see a phone light up from a call. It looks a lot like Doll's broken phone, the one she had before she changed it. An unknown number is calling it. The vibration is annoying me. Then it stops. I guess the caller ended- NO THAT MOTHER FUCKER IS CALLING BACK.

"OH DEAR ROBO-GOD JUST CLOSE ALREADY!" I say, picking up the phone from the table, and trying to end the call. It doesn't work. "Ughhh go to fucking HELL." I yell, throwing the phone into the wall.

The next second I get a notification on my screen.

File Download Starting

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Force Stop | Close Notification

"Oh fuck. FORCE STOP FORCE STOP FORCE STOP-" I yell, trying to chose force stop but it doesn't work and it automatically chooses close notification.

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"Everything alright Uzi?" I hear mom asking me from the other room.

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"Uhhmm... Uh yes, I just left the key on the counter!" I lie, putting the key on the table and leaving to go home.

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"UZIIIII YOU'RE BAAACK!" N runs and hugs me when I enter the room. I chuckle.

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"Yeah, did you guys behave?" I ask the three drones.

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"Mhm." V says, texting on her phone.

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"Yup. N yapped about that anime you you three watched yesterday. He finally shut up. Thanks." J responds annoyed.

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"Yeah, thanks- Wait you alright?" V adds, but then she looks at me, and she looks worried.

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"What do you-" Is all I get to say before collapsing down. I put my hand on my face, trying to get the heat to calm down. N is looking around scared, but he finds a can of oil and hands it to me.

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"Take this." He tells me. I drink it, and relax, chilling down. "You should start drinking oil more often, you overheat faster than us!" He warns me.

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"I know, I know, I am still getting used to having to keep Cyn inside my head." I mumble. But that's not what I'm worrying right now.

"Wanna see what I drew?" N asks me, trying to get me out of my taughts I think.

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"Sure!" I smile. He takes a piece of paper from the table and shows me a dog. It looks like all his other drawings but I can't say he's bad at drawing, he's going to learn one day!

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"Very good drawing N!" I compliment him.

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"Kill yourselves." J says. "I'm out, at least Lizzy knows how to not be gross." She adds, leaving the room.

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"Soo, what are we doing now?" V asks us bored. "And no N, no anime." She adds the second N opens his mouth to talk.

I hear the door unlock, and I guess mom came back.

"How about we have some time to find more about all of us?" Dad asks me. Mom is shaking her head in disapproval behind him.

"Oh, sure mister Khan!" N says happily. Me and V exchange glances. We both know we're already fucked.

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End of Chapter 1!!! I hope you liked it. I have wrote a bunch of stories before (that aren't finished yet) but I decided to try to do something different, to make the dialogue stand out more. If you liked the fanfic, or if you want to leave your opinion, coment on the fanfic, or write me on my Tumblr or Pinterest.

[rainbowdaisy13]

Hey Rainbow, I'm kind of a new Kaylor. I knew of their existence back in 2016, but I wasn't part of this corner of Tumblr. It's only in the last few months that I've really become interested in Taylor's lyrics and the Kaylor storyline. The idea that she's closeted and struggling, and the beautiful and romantic tapestry of her lyrics that speak of a truly beautiful love story that the public doesn't really know about, these are the things that drew me to Taylor and by extension Kaylor. I know that the stuff with TK is PR. Dare I say it's the loudest and most obvious PR she's ever done. I know this, but it's actually getting painful to see it. I guess it's painful to see such a smart, articulate, and worldly woman be so happy in the company of the frattiest of frat bros. Or maybe it's hard to see her associate with them. Idk. I'm not here to attack her or anyone, but I guess I'm coming to you for a pep talk? I know this doesn't make me a good fan, but I'm not sure I'd like TS as much if I didn't think she was a closeted queer woman. I imagine I should take a break, but I fear that if everyone does that, will the Kaylor corner disappear? Will the comfort we find in Gaylor evaporate? I swear I'm a grown adult with a robust and fulfilling real life, but damn...this is getting to me.

Anyway, sorry for the novel. I hope it's not too annoying. You're so steadfast of a fan, and it seemed like you'd be the best to reach out to for support, ha.

First, never apologize!! Second welcome to Kaylor tumblr! Tis not for the faint of heart!

This is all I can give you in the way of a pep talk—I fully believe Taylor is a queer woman and that she’s been telling us that through art her since the very beginning. I also believe her and Karlie are in a long term secret relationship that they are choosing to keep hidden through Bearding and Lavender marriage for whatever reasons they have—and I’m sure there’s a ton of reasons that they have deemed good enough

As far as being a bad fan, absolutely not! I did not give a crap about Taylor until Rep. I knew of her songs but something about her always felt off to me, and disingenuous. Someone mentioned the word Kaylor and I went down the tumblr rabbithole of TTB and BOOM I was hooked. Taylor as a closeted queer artist made sooooo much sense to me as I always felt something was missing about her as a person, and suddenly here was this insane amount of evidence that only kept growing! It’s not like I joined during Rep and had to only look in the past, she continues to keep queer signaling in every aspect of her life. Thats a long way to say, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with loving Taylor for who she actually is—that doesn’t make you a bad fan for seeing her truth and loving her for it

As far as Kaylor tumblr disappearing, in the last 7 years I’ve been here, my follower count only grows. SO many people lurk in this space. There will always be some of us here documenting and discussing while others of us take breaks. We are pretty good about holding down the fort for each other in times of stress

Come and go as you need to, but us battle hardened OGs shall remain until she stops signaling through her art that she wants us to know the truth

[littlemissaddict]

Please may I have a Stranger things scenario of when Steve made a big mistake of teasing you (you are the older sister of Will Byers and you are the same age as Steve and everything) when you were not smiling or anything for the last few days and it was for obvious reasons..Will was missing and you were worried and you snapped at Steve to leave you alone and you didn't care if you practically humiliated him in front of his friends and the others when you said that you were not smiling because your brother was missing and you were not smiling because Steve was bothering you nonstop and you lost it completely in the cafeteria.

(Steve and the reader weren't even together yet)

https://youtu.be/bTDjnrOiSHY?si=fG2bZvCb0LyCIzZN (How the girl reacted to the catcalling was exactly how you reacted to Steve teasing you wrongly)

Hi, I'm sorry this took a while to write and it feels really short so if you want a follow up of them making up and trying to be friends or even how I imagine they get together then please let me know :) Also just realised I've automatically written this as fem!Reader, if you would like this changed let me know and I'll change it asap for you but anyway I hope you enjoy it...

“Come on, give us a smile” Steve urged, nudging her with his elbow as they sat in the cafeteria. For some unknown reason Steve had invited himself to sit with her and Nancy at lunch despite the fact that he and Nancy had broken up and she had made it very clear that she didn’t like him, something that only Barb seemed to agree with or she did until she went missing.

She stared blankly at him, what did she have to smile for, not only was Barb missing, so was her little brother, Will, and he had been for far longer than Barb and yet the police seemed to have given up in their search for him. They seemed to have come to the conclusion that Will was dead and that was the end of it, only she was convinced of the opposite as was Jonathon and her mom who for the past few weeks had pretty much given up on everything to find him.

“Just a little smile, just for me, yeah” Steve carried on and she felt Nancy shift beside her, her body learning forward over the table to look at Steve and she knew that Nancy was about to say something. With a gentle hand to Nancy’s arm she stopped her with a reassuring squeeze, this was her fight and she was going to fight it.

“I’m not smiling because Will is fucking missing,” she spit through gritted teeth, anger building up inside her at how blase he was being about the missing kids. She’d have thought the very public break up between him and Nancy would have knocked him down a few pegs and made him realise that the world didn’t revolve around him but it seems it didn’t but hopefully she would. She also didn’t care if she embarrassed him in front of her friends or even the whole school but maybe if she could make him feel even a smidge of what she was feeling then she’d be happy.

“And I’m also not smiling because you’re fucking talking to me” she spat, now standing from her chair. The abruptness of her movement caused it to squeak loudly across the cafeteria floor, loud enough for the tables around them to hear it over the noise in the rest of the cafeteria as they all turned to look at the pair of them. “You fucking fuck!” her voice was raised even louder now as she let her anger take over, something she never did as she was always more like her mother than her father in that sense, always shying away from the sounds of her father’s raised voice but Steve was constantly pushing her buttons and this was the final straw. Somehow it felt like the only way to make him listen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean-'' Steve tried to diffuse the situation, unquestionably aware of the stares in their direction.

“Whatever” she glared, reaching down for her bag and turning sharply away from the table as she made her way out of the cafeteria.

Nancy shook her head at him as he looked forlornly from her retreating form to where she was still sitting at the table. “You’ve really done it this time Steve” she sighed, standing from the table, albeit less abruptly, following in her earlier footsteps by grabbing her bag and following the same path out of the cafeteria that she had, knowing that she would be in need of a friend at a time like this.

[make-me-imagine]

Mistletoe Distraction

12 Days of Christmas: Day 3

Plot: While in the office late at night, Lou uses a familiar tradition to distract Y/n from the stress of work.

Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader

A/n: Though it is about mistletoe, Christmas is not mentioned in this oneshot

Warnings: A kiss obviously lol, and a slightly suggestive conversation, but that's it.

Words: ~1k

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Sitting on the edge of Lou's desk, you read through the report one more time. You had been stuck on this case for the whole day, making no new headway and it was getting to you. Catching no new information you could use, you closed it.

Setting it down on his desk, you sighed and stood up, stretching "There's nothing in these reports we don't already know."

Lou closed the file in his own hands as he nodded "Yeah, I know. Maybe we should take a break for the night."

Walking into the doorway and looking out into the office, you noted that most of the lights were off as everyone else had already gone home.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was close to midnight. You had known many cops and detectives to stay well past working on their own cases.

Turning around, you leaned against the doorway and looked in on Lou "Why does it feel like we're the only one's that care about this case?"

Lou smiled and shook his head "We're not, we just happen to be the only two obsessed enough with it to stay after work until-" He checked his watch and peered back at you "Midnight."

"I've seen cops stay longer for their own cases." You mumbled before you leaned it against the doorway. "And I'm not even tired."

Lou watched you for a moment, before his eyes slowly rose, catching on the decoration hanging above you. He felt a small jolt in his chest as he remembered seeing one of the deputies hang it on his door as a joke earlier in the day. He was on the phone so he had forgotten about it.

Looking past you and out into the office, his eyes scanned the empty precinct before he looked back at you, seeing you were clearly lost in thought as you stared into space.

He watched you for another moment before a small smile crossed his face. It would be a shame not to take advantage of this moment. Especially since the two of you were now alone and technically off the clock.

The two of you had given into your shared feelings a few weeks prior. Your professional relationship stayed the same, never showing any signs of a relationship during work.

Lou would be lying if he said he didn't hate how long he had to wait everyday to focus on the non "professional" part of your relationship. And he was fairly certain some people knew about it, but never said anything.

Rising from his desk, Lou casually made his way towards you before leaning on the opposite side of the doorway from you. His eyes scanned the precinct one more time, and he was confident there was no one else around. Even the janitors had gone home already.

His hands sat in his pockets as he watched you for a moment, wondering how long it would take you to leave your own thoughts.

It was only a few moments before you noticed his closer presence. You looked up and met his eyes, seeing a soft smile on his face, you felt your heart jolt lightly.

You couldn't stop the small smile that spread across your own face "What are you smiling at?"

Lou tilted his head slightly as he spoke, his face showing his amusement "For someone who tends to notice every small detail, you sometimes miss big ones."

Confusion showed clearly on your face as you processed his words. Was he talking about the case? Did you miss something obvious? If that was so, why would he be smiling?

"What do you mean?" You voiced with confusion as you turned towards him fully, arms crossed.

Lou smiled as he motioned his head upwards.

As your eyes shot up, you immediately noticed the obvious. A green plant tied with red ribbon, hanging from Lou's doorway. You felt heat rise up your neck as you repressed a smile. How had you not noticed it? How long had it been there?

Looking back into his eyes, you spoke with a mix of mild amusement and bewilderment "Mistletoe?"

"Hastings put it up earlier, as a joke."

"Funny joke." You said with a note of sarcasm. You knew Hastings had a not so secret thing for Lou.

He shrugged as he pushed himself away from the doorway, and stepped closer to you, staring down into your eyes.

"It has it's usefulness."

You tried to repress the grin tempting it's way onto your face as you narrowed your eyes and tilted your chin up "Oh yeah? Like what?"

Stepping a bit closer, he leaned his arm on the door frame above your head, as his face hung just above yours "Like, providing a distraction from the work we're focusing too hard on."

Your lips twitched into a small smile as you saw his eyes flick to your lips briefly.

"And what kind of distraction were you hoping for exa-"

Your sentence was cut short as Lou leaned down, and pressed a kiss to your lips. Without hesitation, you deepened the kiss. As he leaned closer to you, his hand cupped your face, your hand gently reached forward and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

Lou's hand moved to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. A few moments later you broke apart, breathless. You stared into each others eyes for a moment before you smiled.

"My favorite kind of distraction then?"

Lou smiled as he pressed his forehead against yours "I think I saw some more mistletoe in the elevator. You still determined to work the case, or do you want to get out of here?"

You smiled up at him "There's nothing else we can do tonight anyways."

"Exactly." He said softly before pulling away, moving to go grab his jacket.

Looking up at the mistletoe you smiled, before you felt Lou's hand slip into yours as he pulled you along with him and towards the elevators.

xx End xx

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[bloodiedrogue]

ME AND THE DEVIL

(PREV CHAPTER)

SUMMARY: After arriving at the safehouse, Avis quickly finds herself face-to-face with an old friend.

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

WORD COUNT: 3,866

WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, slight torture.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not gonna lie I just busted this chapter out in a few hours and I'm actually pretty stoked on it so let me know what you think? Maybe? I don't know :') also special shout out to @use-your-telescope for help revising the offer letter. Thanks again!!

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST

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Knock. Pause. Knock, knock —click. 

The door to the safe house creaks open, screaming to life as it moves through the air to reveal a dimly lit room. In it, there’s a small kitchenette in the far left corner with fairly decent-looking appliances. A fridge, a stove, a sink that isn’t covered in blood. In comparison to some of the other places Avis has stayed in, it looks like a domestic haven, with its full table dining set and plush couch. It makes her sigh with contentment as she steps further in, examining the stove with greater detail, noticing it’s gas rather than electric. 

Just like home.

“Took you long enough, Ghosty.” 

Immediately, her eyes dart to the right and narrow, focusing on the voice that breaks through the darkness. Somehow it sounds familiar —deep and scratchy and overly sarcastic in a way that both makes her blood boil and her heart melt. A voice she hasn’t heard in ages.

“Lane?”

“In the flesh.” 

Out of habit, she reaches for her gun, placing a heavy hand on the grip, watching as Isaac Lane steps out to greet her. Across his face, he’s got a big shit-eating grin. The kind he used to give her whenever she’d lose one of their never-ending arguments. That one where the edges of his lips are turned to the sky, revealing that one crooked canine on the left side, causing Avis to let out a nervous breath, realizing that it’s him. And that he’s here, standing in front of her, holding his hands out into the open air to signal he’s unarmed. 

“Miss me?”

With his hands still raised, he takes another step closer, making her twitch. “Course not.”

“Bit rude to admit, but I’ll take it considering the obvious.”

“The obvious?”

“You’re reaching for your gun, are you not?”

Suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, Avis releases the weapon but keeps her hand behind her. “Sorry if seeing you here doesn’t make me feel very fucking safe.”

“I didn’t realize my presence would make you so uncomfortable.”

There’s a hint of… something in his words. Smugness? Flirtation? Either way, instead of condoning it Avis instantly shuts it down with an eye-roll as she brushes past him and sets her things on the kitchen table. “Why are you here, anyway? What happened to Mags?”

“Mags?”

“My contact.” Angrily, she speaks through her teeth, a wave of stress rushing through as she tries to imagine the events that led to Lane’s appearance. Did Mags reach out to them or was it the other way around? And if it was, is she safe? Dead? Merely incarcerated? 

Avis isn’t sure. All she knows is that something wrong had happened, otherwise, Mags (the handler she’d been working with over the last three months) would’ve been here instead, sitting at the table with her usual cup of coffee and folder filled with information on her next target.

“Oh, uh, right, she’s gone.” 

“Gone? What do you mean?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Lane strolls towards Avis’s stuff, moving his hands to examine their exteriors before unzipping the largest duffle. Inside, all of Abner’s body sits, carefully tied in black plastic bags for safekeeping. “I assume this is—“

Before Lane can even finish his sentence Avis has her gun to his head. Angrily, it’s pressed against his temple, the cold steel of the barrel contrasting the sudden heat of his face as his eyes turn to face her. 

“Still quick on the draw, I see,” he laughs.

“What do you want, Isaac?”

Quietly, he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Oh, first name basis, am I in trouble?”

“You will be if you don’t fucking tell me what’s going on.”

She wants to shoot him right then and there —pull the trigger so she can move on with her plan but knowing Lane it won’t be that easy. He’s always been a bit of a snake. Doing whatever it takes to survive. On more than one occasion he’d thrown her under the bus for simple things like incomplete field reports or disorganized meeting notes —the usual office stuff. It was annoying, sure, but considering what she knew he was capable of she merely took the brunt of it with open arms, well aware that in the long run, it was easier. Safer. 

“I’ll tell you when you drop the gun.”

“And I’ll drop the gun when you go over there.” Motioning to the other side of the room with her free hand, Lane merely nods in response, raising his hands ever so slowly. After, he pushes the chair out from underneath him and stands, taking his time as he wanders over to her desired spot on the couch. 

“Okay, are we good now or do you want me to take off my clothes to show I’m not armed?”

“Good to know you’re still a disgusting pervert.” 

“Only for you, my dear.” 

Ignoring the wink Lane gives her as he speaks, Avis drops her gun onto the table, leaving it near and loaded as she sits in his previous spot. “You really are shameless, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” 

She has to force herself not to roll her eyes at his nonchalance. “Nothing, just… tell me what’s going on. Please.” 

She doesn’t mean to sound so desperate, yet it just sort of comes out, falling from her lips like water from a broken dam. It’s inevitable. The sudden misery that takes over when she hears him laugh in response.

“I’m here to offer you a deal.” 

“With who?”

“SHIELD, obviously,” he snaps.

Jokingly, she raises her hands in defence. “Sorry, just figured given your lack of moral compass that you might’ve switched things up since we last spoke.”

“Fair enough,” he admits. “But no, I’m still under Fury, as will you be, eventually.” 

Avis can’t help but scoff at his confidence. “I highly doubt you have anything worthy to offer me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Would I?”

He nods, then moves his hand towards the other end of the couch, producing a file folder from a bag she hadn’t noticed before. “All the details of the deal are here.” Carefully, he then stands and takes a few steps towards her before tossing it onto the table and retreating back. “To sum things up though, SHIELD’s essentially offering you your job back.”

“My job?” Avis almost laughs at the idea as she opens the folder.

“Yes. With conditions.”

-

Dear Avis Finch, 

We are pleased to offer you employment as Test Agent at Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D.). We trust that your skills will be a valuable asset to our company. 

This is a full-time, exempt position with an annual gross salary of $90,000, paid in bi-weekly instalments. In addition, this position is eligible for the following benefits, in accordance with company policy:

14 days of annual paid time off

10 days of sick leave

Medical and dental insurance

401k/retirement plan

Performance Bonus of up to 10% of your annual gross salary 

On-site childcare 

On-site housing

24/7 security protection

To accept this offer, please sign and date this letter as indicated below and return to Isaac Lane by December 12, 2016. Your first day of employment will be effective immediately.

We look forward to welcoming you to our team.

Sincerely,

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

-

Avis stares at the paper for what feels like hours, reading and rereading every detail until her vision is blurry and her mind is full of thoughts that don’t make sense. “Obviously the salary could be a bit higher,” she eventually hears Lane say, his usual dry sense of humour breaking through the silence, causing her to look up and narrow her eyes, wondering how this could’ve happened. How SHIELD, of all companies, would decide to take her back? 

“Is this a fucking joke?” 

Lane, ever the charmer, snorts and shakes his head. “Surprisingly no. I mean, considering the circumstances I figured Fury had lost has mind but I guess, like always SHIELD has room for more traitors.” 

As much as she wants to deny such a statement she knows doing so is useless. In Lane’s eyes, she’s nothing but a traitor. Just another run-of-the-mill rogue agent hell-bent on defying the law of a master no one truly trusts. 

A part of her wonders if he acts like this out of jealousy. Perhaps he too once wished to do what she had done and as a result, lashes out. Psychologically, it’d make a ton of sense. Lane, regardless of her work, had always had this hatred for her. The kind you’d only notice if you could peek behind closed doors. In crowded rooms, he’d make it seem like they were the best of friends, laughing and joking —always making her feel like she was the most important person in the room. 

Professionally though, he’d do whatever it takes to undermine her. This included betraying a cause they agreed needed support. 

“You and I both know the only reason I’m in this position is because of you.”

  As soon as she says this it’s as if Lane’s whole persona changes. Once calm and well-equipped to handle anything thrown his way, the man in front of her is now boiling. A newfound pressure suddenly found behind the pupils of his eyes, threatening her very existence. “I’d take the deal if I were you,” he says then, quiet and stern, the muscles in his neck twitching beneath tan skin that she knows wants to make contact more than anything in this world. 

She darts a hand to her gun without hesitation, directing it towards the centre of his throat as he stands. “Wasn’t very smart of you to come unarmed.”

His eyes narrow to a point, the obvious anger in his features amplifying the coldness of his pale irises. “Says you. All you got is a gun and a body bag.” 

“It’s more than you have.”

“Is it?” 

Fuck.

She has to force herself not to falter once she realizes the truth. Which is that, instead of coming as a potential and (very unlikely) ally, Lane was merely a pawn. An easy distraction in a plan much bigger than either of them.

Immediately, Avis knows this because instead of running for the hills as she should’ve, she let her ego get the better of her, leaving her in a very precarious position.

“How many?”

Lane shrugs, his old, casual toxicity bubbling back to the surface. “I’d tell you but that’d ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?” he says, taking a few steps forward, ignoring the gun still locked onto his esophagus. 

“I mean, I don’t think so, personally.” With a smile, Avis, tightens her fingers around the weapon, teasing the trigger further and further until he’s standing in front of her and she’s taking the shot, missing by a mile thanks to Lane’s quick movements. 

“You’re rusty,” he grunts then, one hand now located on the barrel of the gun, pushing it towards the wall behind him with a grin so wide she can practically see her reflection off his crooked teeth.

“And you’re still so fucking annoying.” Shoving the gun, and ultimately him, backward she focuses on the loosening of her joints, feeling them melt away as she sinks into the floor, becoming nothing but a darkened shadow as she rushes around Lane’s legs. 

Now above her, he attempts to step on her newly developed form, cursing under his breath as he misses once, then twice, before ultimately giving up and letting her slip through the doorway. 

Once outside, Avis continues moving, listening to the sound of Lane yelling before half a dozen agents come barreling out from around the property, causing her to push herself faster across the paved driveway before moving across the street and into the tree line. Out of necessity, she makes sure to choose the most crowded path available before regaining human form and continuing on foot, panting at the overexertion that comes with using her powers. 

Inside her chest she can feel her heart aching from the movement, threatening to stop entirely from exhaustion. Her limbs, similarly, crack with the pain of their previous disintegration, signalling her need to rest. To find a safe place to recuperate because Avis knows she can’t keep going. Not like this. 

So, instead of continuing she merely stops and leans against a nearby tree, looking behind her to reassess. 

Already she can hear their footsteps —the breaking of branches and the shuffle of bushes as the agents sent to take her in find their way closer. 

Swearing under her breath, she pushes off the tree and once again dissolves into the ground, ignoring the way her body screams for surrender as she shoots through the dirt, continuing until she finds a nearby road. Once there, she turns to follow it, rushing through the centre line in search of a vehicle she can perhaps commandeer, praying to whatever god there is that they’ll grant her this one fucking, stupid grace.

It takes about a minute of moving. A minute of pure, agonizing pain, until she sees the lights of a silver sedan, enter her view, filling her with both relief and fear as she slithers up out of the pavement with her arms out at her sides, once again gambling with a fate she doesn’t actually believe in. 

“Please, please, please…” she mutters under her breath, closing her eyes as she braces for possible impact. 

Thankfully though, it doesn’t come. No, instead the only thing that hits is the sound of screeching tires and angry yells, both of which she ignores once she gets her bearings back and forces her way into the passenger side of the vehicle. 

“Drive.” 

Without hesitation she pulls a knife out of a holster beneath her shirt, pointing it towards the driver’s throat.

“Wait —what?” 

The man, pale and stricken with fear, follows orders regardless of the confusion, stepping so hard on the gas that, as they lurch forward, Avis nearly fumbles with the knife in her burning hand. 

“Follow this road until you hit Arviat, then drop me off at Tangmaarvik.” 

“Wh—where?” Trying to pull himself further away from the knife, Avis notices the man’s grip on the steering wheel begins to tighten, his posture so tightly wound it’s as if he’s about to burst. 

It makes her sympathize but only for a moment, knowing the anxiety he feels dealing with an unprepared threat. How his breath quickens and the beads of sweat across his forehead collect over time. 

Like her he’s probably got a life outside of this occurrence —maybe a wife and kids; most likely a job and house. He’s got goals and hobbies and preferences —and like her, he’s got plans that don’t involve dying tonight. 

“Relax, I’m not going to kill you.”

She knows admitting such a thing is a bit odd, not to mention stupid. Considering the whole point of taking a hostage is to first and foremost portray yourself as an immediate threat. Admitting the opposite kind of diminishes the whole deal. 

Yet, the man before her still panics. Despite the admittance of safety, he still trembles when she moves her hand away from his throat, bumbling over words of desperation, begging her not to kill him. 

“Did you not just hear me?” she snaps, her voice loud in the confines they both find themselves sharing. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Not if you listen.”

“I’ll listen,” he stutters. “Please, just… just don’t kill me.”

Instead of responding, Avis rolls her eyes, annoyed, trying her best not to let her lack of patience get the better of her as they continue down the road, driving at such speeds that, if a cop were to appear, they’d surely get pulled over. 

Because of this, she quickly tells the man to slow down. “Follow the speed limit. Don’t draw any attention to yourself,” she tells him, watching the way he slowly but surely follows suit, his body loosening on the grip it once had as they continue east. 

-

By the third hour, Avis is certain Lane has lost her, prompting a sigh of relief to rise through her aching bones as she settles further into the chair. Next to her, the driver shoots her a glance once he sees this —the way she softens into the plush of the cushion, her body limp with fatigue. 

“Can, uh, I ask you a question?” he asks, hesitant but no longer stuttering. 

Avis nods, too tired to deny the man. 

“How did you appear in the road so suddenly? It was like, you were there and then you weren’t.”

“Well, obviously you’re seeing things because I was always there,” she says, trying her best to hide the smirk that threatens to peek out from the edge of her lips. “I ran out of the forest.”

The man scrunches his face in confusion. “No you didn’t.”

“Uh, yeah, I did.” 

“No yo—“

“Are you seriously gonna argue with the bitch with the knife?”

Immediately he presses his lips together and shakes his head, once again focusing on the road. “Yup, fair enough, my bad.” 

Guiltily, Avis finds his reaction sort of humorous but instead of laughing she merely just bites her lip, following his gaze. “Why were you out driving so late anyway?” 

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” 

He shrugs his shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

She wants to pry further. Out of a mix of curiosity and boredom, she wants to learn about this man’s life. Why, like her, he was out and about in the early hours of the morning, wandering.

“Any particular reason?”

He opens his mouth —closes it and then opens it once more before he catches her glance. After that his eyes narrow, more confusion taking over his face once he realizes that she’s genuinely asking. That, despite scaring the absolute shit out of him with a knife just hours ago, Avis actually cares about what he has to say. 

It’s unexpected, to say the least, but not entirely unwelcome as he ponders the question, sitting with it for a good few minutes before letting loose the thoughts within his mind.

“I guess I just feel a bit lost? I don’t know. I thought I was doing well for myself. Doing what I was told, when I was told to,” he says. “Recently, I got this really good job. One that’s hard to come by but it pays well. At first I hated it, tried to quit but, just couldn’t because for so long before that I had nothing. No prospects or purpose. It was like I was just this shell, coasting along from one bad situation to another.” He pauses —shrugs his shoulders and then looks towards the passenger seat, watching Avis listen to the sound of his voice with actual interest. 

Her body language is more open than before. Awkwardly, rather than leaning against the window, she’s now angled towards the centre console, her elbow perched upon it so that rests her head against her palm. Her expression, a mixture of focus and sleep makes him question whether or not he should continue. Whether he should reveal his cards to this dangerous woman he just met.

“Anyway, I think this job’s making me restless again. At first it was something new —something exciting to look forward to but now that I’ve been doing it for so long it’s like I’ve stagnated.” 

“So quit?”

At first, her bluntness catches him off guard, then it occurs to him that she doesn’t quite understand. “I can’t just quit.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s my job?”

“Get a new one?”

“I can’t?”

She raises her brow. “Can’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because w—“

  Before she can continue, she notices a city sign out of the corner of her eye. Its reflective, green backdrop pulls her out of the nonsense she’s managed to find herself in. Out of this slivering moment of normalcy, she’s longed for ever since she left SHIELD to complete this mission on her. 

For a moment, it makes her sad, realizing that this isn’t her life anymore. That no longer does she have the privilege of having casual conversations with people in cars because she has other things to worry about. Things like killing and living and completing what she started.

Returning to her previous persona, Avis motions her knife back toward the driver. “It’s just up ahead. Two blocks on the left,” she tells him, but this time instead of panicking he just nods. 

Simple and curt, he twitches as he follows directions and wordlessly pulls into the small lot. Once there, he raises his hands in the air and motions to the ignition, asking if he needs to turn it off.

In response, Avis shakes her head and goes to open the door, finding herself filled with something foreign once she realizes it’s locked.

“Hey can y—“

A sharp object finds its way into her shoulder before she can properly react, causing her mouth to open and a gasp to fall out as she reaches to grab it. Before she can though, a hand takes hold of her wrist to turn her around, prompting her chest and head to simultaneously slam against the glass with a thud. 

Under her breath, she cries out profanities. A series of expletives bounce off the window, falling onto deaf ears that are overshadowed by an awful laugh. “God, you really are exactly how they said you’d be,” a new voice says. Its tone harsher and more condescending, making Avis clench her teeth with rage as she struggles under his grasp, too worn out to properly fight. 

“Mm, a bit more of a fighter, I’d say though. Bit shit with a knife but definitely not as weak as they say. You got potential.”

“Potential?” Somehow through the confusion and the blood loss she manages to turn to look at her captor, realizing who it is. 

Instantly, her mind races at his image. He’s taller than he thought he’d be, bulkier in a way that still manages to appear slim. His features, even in the dimness of the car light jump out like an unforgotten memory, taunting her with wicked teeth and dagger-like eyes. 

Like her, he’s got thick, dark hair and creasing lines of age that make it look like they're almost similar in age, making her wonder if that’s truly where the similarities lie. Sure, he’s a God. An alien not of this world who once sought to destroy this one, but perhaps there’s something else to him. Something expendable. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Tightening his grip on her arm, he twists it up and behind her back, making the pain in her shoulder further erupt. 

Once again she cries out, holding back tears as she turns her face back to the window, trying to gain some relief as she presses her forehead to cool glass.

“I’m merely here doing your boss a favour,” he says, applying more and more pressure until Avis is screaming through bitten lips beneath his grasp, begging him to stop until he mutters something she doesn’t quite catch and rips the blade right out of her back again.

-

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Difficulties of being in a relationship with your OCs! What are some things about them that their partner might see as their bad side or something they don't particularly like?

Hello anon! Thank you very much for your request! I'm writing something short tonight (I think! I write the A/Ns before the imagine so I'm hoping it isn't over 1.5K!) because I'm a bit tired and my health is failing, but I hope you enjoy! I included Peri and Florin too because I like them and want to write a bit about them! Hope you don't mind!!

Character: Multiple Word Count: 2526 Scenario: Difficulties of being the S/O of OCs Warnings: Unhealthy relationship dynamic, mentions of death, abuse, alcoholism

For Mira, his most glaring negative aspect is easy to guess. He is, of course, cursed, and so being his partner will naturally come with the heavy downside of hoping he doesn't accidentally (or purposefully) kill you one day along with the rest of humanity.

More subtly however, Mira's downsides range from something as basic as his simple mindedness, to the more complicated existential crisis he's always mulling over.

He is, somehow, both dense and attentive. He can pick up on some emotions yet completely miss others. Sometimes he just needs things explaining to him a couple of times before he's sure he's understood it, so if you're someone with little patience, he's likely to grate on your nerves occasionally.

He is also an indecisiveness people-pleaser. If you want him to make a decision on something, he's more likely to awkwardly smile and ask what you think rather than just giving you the answer he'd actually chose.

Above all, Mira just wants to be liked, and for the as long as he can remember, he's done his best to achieve this want. This can likely make him seem easily swayed at best or two-faced at worst, and maybe someone with a firmer sense of identity would become irritated at someone who is always subtly trying to stay liked rather than being themselves.

Eliot, again, has obvious flaws, though his are definitely centred around his personality in a more severe way than Mira rather than anything world-destroying. Not many people like Eliot as a friend, let alone as a partner, and if he is your partner, you're in for an even more burdensome task.

Eliot's insistence that he's a god can already be difficult to handle as it is. He's incredibly narcissistic and seems to think the world should revolve around him and do as he pleases, and that includes you.

Even if you could read his mind and know his every desire, he's still likely to get upset at you for one thing or another. Even if he really likes you, that doesn't bar you from his haughtiness, which can become quite annoying if it's something you're likely to always take too seriously.

On top of that, Eliot's past has given him abandonment issues that definitely push past the barrier of severe. This combined with his pre-existing god complex means he can become incredibly possessive and controlling, wanting both to keep you in place so that you never leave and believing he is entirely within his godly right to do so.

It's difficult to break through to the more vulnerable and caring side of him without bringing a hammer down on the fragile glass of his ego too. For some partners, the reward of Eliot's undying loyalty just isn't worth the trouble.

Someone reserved like Nen doesn't have any outwardly problematic issues. In fact he's very intent on avoiding most people, both out of fear and introversion.

He's not particularly outgoing or adventurous however and is often just downright moody. Sometimes it might feel like he's actively trying to keep himself trapped in his misery rather than cheer up, which might be annoying for someone impatient enough not to see why he might be doing that.

If the person he finds himself with is someone who needs a lot of verbal communication, then Nen simply wouldn't be able to fit that role. He'd prefer listening rather than butting in with his own thoughts; he's perfectly fine sitting patiently while someone else prattles on so he can be relieved of the burden of carrying on the conversation himself. It's just not his way.

If his partner can handle his muted responses and not find themselves discouraged into thinking he's bored or disinterested, then he's perfectly happy as well.

Being a demon should be enough of a difficulty in a relationship with Haine.

Regardless of the circumstance under which you enter a relationship with him, he's spent near half a millennium hunting people down and pushing them towards their demise so he can devour what's left, and so being with him romantically is bound to present a plethora of issues.

He's almost definitely made you suffer in some way. If Haine ever had the inkling that he liked someone, he'd seek to sabotage those feeling immediately, convincing himself that he simply feels hatred instead all while he eggs himself into hurting you more and more to confirm that. Getting him to finally admit that he loves you would result in enough trauma that perhaps you won't feel the same by the end.

But if you do, and if you decide you can forgive him and stay with him despite what he's done, it still won't be very easy. It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and Haine is no different; he's so stuck in his ways that getting him to accept that he doesn't have to have it out for everyone will take time.

Haine's bad side is simply that he's lived a life of cruelty for far too long, and it's easy for him to go back to it when he's feeling lost. Whether that cruelty is regrettably directed towards you or other people, it's bad nonetheless.

Jun may be one of those character where being called 'too nice' or 'too giving' isn't a way of bragging about having no downsides and instead actually is a downside.

There really isn't much to complain about when it comes to Jun at a surface level, and even if you get closer to him to the point of being in a relationship, the positive still vastly outweigh the negatives, but that doesn't mean the negatives aren't there.

Jun really is too giving, in a way that probably ends up jeopardising not only his own wellbeing, but the wellbeing of anyone who decides to become invested in him as a person.

Really what he needs is for someone to tell him that he simply can't be expected to solve everyone's problems just to satisfy some past regrets of his. Sometimes his constant 'do-good' ethos can be more frustrating than it is helpful to those who actually care about him.

Being in a relationship means you've broken through his near-impenetrable walls, but it doesn't mean you've stopped him from slowly building them back up.

For someone who's always so eager to hear about your issues, he's always quick to downplay or downright ignore his own, even if you insist that he's not burdening you in the slightest. To avoid the relationship being incredibly one sided when it comes to talking issues through, it might feel like you need to force him at times to simply say what's bothering him. It's not a dealbreaker, but it's certainly a running theme in the relationship.

In the noble society he lives in, there aren't many who would see Oliver as a suitable marriage candidate, but even if he were amongst the common people, he likely would have difficulty finding love as well. His childhood was marred with trauma that carried on to his adult life, so he's not the most cheerful person around. He often decides it's better to drown his sorrows in booze rather than work through them.

Since he was paid little attention as a child, Oliver has never properly learnt to regulate his emotions properly. He is easily upset and angered and lashes out more easily when with people he's closer to. It's only the purposeful distance he keeps from others that keeps his impulsivity in check, but if he were to actually like someone, he'd find it difficult not to be selfish with them.

His reliance on alcohol to not only vent out his sorrows whilst drunk but also forget them come his morning hangover probably wouldn't be easy to handle. Oliver is quite depressed and oftentimes won't listen to reason. If you're the upbeat type, he's likely to just rain on your parade with his pessimism. He's also filled with insecurities, meaning he'll end up insulting not only himself but probably also you when he feels like he's being picked apart. Over all, he just need a lot of emotional care and delicacy, which may be a bit too much for some.

Damien is what many would label a 'psychopath' if they were to know his true nature, though he would contest this. With that title alone, it should be obvious what difficulties would come with being his partner. If you've gotten close enough to him where he actively wants you to be his partner, you've gotten close enough for him to reveal every part of himself to you.

Damien cares little about secrets in a relationship. He's willing to be an open book, perhaps a little too open, and spill all of his feelings. Sometimes it might feel like he's rambling, actively describing how he feels in the moment as if he and you are both specimens he needs to examine. He loves gaining new knowledge, and this pursuit of knowledge extends to understand love and affection to. He isn't afraid to push the boundaries on his version of love and see where it leads him, and neither is he afraid to push you in oftentimes cruel ways to see how you tick as well.

His love is simply overwhelming. Unless you're the type to feel comfortable under his sick and twisted depths, you'll simply end up drowning instead. Damien has plenty of love to give and plenty of ways to show it, but not all these ways are fun or loving (again, he begs to differ) so for a weak-willed partner, his 'bad side' would often be apparent and all the more inescapable.

Though seemingly smooth and charismatic, Alastor would make for a far more difficult lover than one might think. He's selfish, egotistical and greedy. He wants the world to pay attention to him, and you even more so. He'll have a lot of hypocritical 'one for thee, another for me' rules that you're bound to grow frustrated with, and unless Al is worn down to complete loyalty, he'll treat you as more expendable then he wants you to treat him.

Al can become easily jealous if you treat him the same way he treats you and will make this known. He's not above threats and manipulation so even if you're as sly as he is, he'll somehow find a way to trump that.

Even in love, he must compete and constantly prove his worth. It's hard to get him to fully focus on having a partner and doing what's best for you when there are other tempting things out there for him to set his sights on.

You would have to work around or simply get used to not always being Al's number one priority, while also being expected to hold him as yours.

Orion, despite having a cold exterior, is actually well-liked by noble ladies and lords. Being both capable and from a wealthy and powerful family, there is little reason to not want to be his partner. But this is only the perspective of most nobles who have both their family's interests and their own at the forefront of their mind. For a normal person, a man from a wealthy family who values noble traditions might not be ideal.

Orion is actually somewhat of an outlier in his family when it comes to upholding tradition, likely thanks to his experiences with Alastor, but although he doesn't value the family legacy as much as his parents and can see when placing it before his family's actual well-being is harmful, he values it enough to turn a blind eye when taking action might jeopardise his position.

Orion is dedicated above all to his work in making sure he lives up to his parents expectations. The main issue with being his partner is that it will often feel like he's cheating on you with his position. He's married to work more than any one person, and the time he spends working long nights and early mornings means he'll often leave you to your own devices.

He is somewhat of a coward, keeping up his persona as a dutiful noble lord rather than allowing himself any sort of pleasure, selfish or not, which also ends up being less selfish on his part when it harms those he's close to.

Being Peri's partner requires, on some level, for you to be abnormal. There's a particular sort of resilience you need to withstand someone like Peri, not because he's intentionally evil, but because traits of his race and his upbringing have made him provocative towards humans.

Peri can seem both dense and very perceptive. He'll poke and prod until he's gotten a reaction that entertains him and enjoy figuring out why he got one such as that and how he might be able to get it again. He'll conveniently forget information and suddenly remember it later when it'll hit the hardest. As his race is one that cares little for grievances commit towards each other (they see this mischief as fun more than anything) Peri is much the same.

He isn't the type to harm others out of some sadistic want nor do anything extreme; his decades living amongst humans has at least given him some social grace and empathy and he's hardly about to kill or maim anyone) but he is very casual about matters that other would handle with more tact. He'll easily be the bystander who lets atrocities happen. He is eccentric and needs someone able to withstand him or simply keep up with him. You would also have to reconcile with the fact that Peri, who's lifespan is a lot longer, will love you closer to the way a human loves their pets than a person loves their partner.

Though a prince, Florin doesn't have the fairy tale disposition of one. He is obsessed with wealth and flaunts his money and status whenever he can. He is very loose with himself and those he cares about, often not even seeing why what he's saying or doing might be flat out insensitive or ignorant. He is simply a man with a ridiculously extravagant amount of wealth and privilege, and his personality reflects this.

It would be hard for any partner to get close to liking Florin, but especially if you've ever suffered any sort of hardship. Florin is someone who's never had to struggle for anything and has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He'll make fun of those unfortunate enough to be poor and mock them for not being born the way he was. He'll also have absolutely no clue why doing so might make people mad. He thinks that, especially with you, that if he just throws money at whatever problem he's caused, it'll solve itself. Money always made him happy after all.

He expects you to do as he wants much like the servants that trail him around. He won't mind if you don't (he might even be amused, but being the subject of Florin's amusement isn't much better) and doesn't lash out like some nobles do when they can't get their way (he's more likely to playfully whine) but being expected to be as his beck and call is bad enough to begin with.