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Have you ever seen a person struggle to draw a nose for 10mins straight? Well, now you can see it in 4x speed!
Here's a little vid of me doodling my addition to @kanskje-kaffe 's fic for my Silco lives AU idea. In this video you can witness:
a moment of stillness when I obviously google "Arcane Silco front" only to curse all known gods that this man only looks at the camera with his head tilted downwards
Silco goes to the hair salon like four times
me saving the file for the first time after 15mins(in real time), panicking. And also me censoring my file location that pops up because that's PRIVATE
oopsie forgot to draw that one support beam welll I'll just quickly add it there, ain't nobody gonna notice
Sadly I don't know what I'm doing 80% of the time when I'm drawing <3 I am just chaotically doing whatever until it looks decent
#my art#sketchy sketch#speedpaint#arcane#silco#play some music over this when watching#I had the Street of Rage 4 ost going on the background but I don't think I can add it to the video so#it's a banger ost!!#it's a banger game!!!!#this is considered a long ass video at this day and age#it's GASP 8mins#I didn't want to speed it up more because I hate those speedpaints that don't let you actually see the process#anyway yea I still want to stream art someday so this is my first step towards that
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Something to Prove
Loâak Sully (21) x human female reader (22)
Taglist: @pandorxxx my girl once again helped me make sure that this came out perfect and just ahhhh!! I couldnât be more thankful to her đđ
Warnings: smut, cursing, squirting, aged up characters, creampie, choking, p in v
Summary: You and Loâak have a close âfriendshipâ, always spending lots of time with each other. One day while in your hut that you had built for you close to the lab, he peaks into your bag finding something that he wasnât meant to find which triggers an experimental side of him.
WC: 2.6K
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You were one of the scientists working alongside the government who was lucky enough to get picked to travel to Pandora. The experience has been amazing, you never knew another planet could hold such beautiful scenery, far more amazing than earth. Youâve been on Pandora for almost a year and in your time here, youâve managed to accumulate friendships with the omatikayan people, but thereâs been one person that you have managed to create more than just a friendship with.
âCome on Loâak, no more silly faces, this is the last picture that Iâm going to take.â You extend your arm out for the last time, holding your phone horizontally as Loâak sits beside you giving a toothless smile for you guysâ final picture. âThatâs better.â You say as you look back at all of the photos that you guys have taken together in the last hour. âHow do you even work one of those things? What is it made for?â He asks you as his eyes stay plastered to the screen, trying to figure out how you manage to work it so fast.
âItâs kind of similar to the throat microphone that you guys use, but not really. We can call each other on it, listen to music, play games, text, take pictures like we just did, and record videos.â He nods his head as he carefully listens to you describe how to use a phone. âCan I hold it?â He asks you as he holds his large hand out and you place it in his hand as your answer. âItâs so small in my hand compared to yours.â He says as he inspects the phone, turning it around to see the backside. âThatâs what she said.â You smirk, letting a small chuckle out at your joke. âThatâs definitely not what you say to me.â He smirks back at you and you roll your eyes at his remark, knowing exactly what heâs referring to.
You and Loâak started out as friends, you could even go as far as saying that you became so close so fast that you considered him your best friend at the start of all this. Over these past few months, things changed quickly as your attraction for each other grew like wildfire. Your relationship wasnât an actual relationship, but it wasnât a friendship either. Loâak didnât know the term for it, but you did. Your friend with benefits is what you considered him to be. He has been begging to become more than that every since you guysâ first time, he knew right then that he didnât want anyone else having the experiences that he has with you, but you never accepted his offer knowing that one day you would have to leave Pandora and it would just hurt both of you in the end.
âShut up! You are so cocky and I canât stand it.â You laugh, lying flat out on your bed that you have near the lab. âThatâs one thing that you love about me and you know it.â He responds back and you shake your head as a response. âDo you mind putting my phone on the charger over there? Itâs about to die and I suddenly caught a cramp in my leg, I donât think I can make it over there.â You whimper jokingly, lying to get him to do it for you, simply because youâre feeling lazy and you know heâll do whatever you ask him to. âCramp my ass. You just donât feel like moving, Y/n. You are so lazy.â He chuckles before standing up to walk over to the table and put your phone on charge for you. You stare at the ceiling of your cot, waiting for Loâak to come sit back down beside you before you realize heâs been standing in that one spot for too long which makes you jot your eyes up to see what heâs up to. âWhatâs taking you so long, asshole?â You ask as you sit up and watch him slowly turn around to face you with something in his hand.
âWhat the fuck is this?â He asks you, a pair of thongs dangling from his long slender fingers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment âOh my gosh! Loâak, put those down!â You yell out as you quickly run over to him and snatch them out of his hand, placing them back into your bag quickly. âThose are a type of panties called thongs. And why were you even snooping through my bag?â You hit him in his chest as you watch a devious smile spread on his face. âHow come Iâve never seen you in these, huh? Thatâs not fair, I want to see them on you now.â He demands as he crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you. âWhat? No, I am not putting those on just for your amusement, sir!â You say as you walk back to your bed. âOh come on. Iâve never seen them before and I bet you look fucking amazing with these on. Just this one time please.â He begs with puppy dog eyes, and you give a low sigh. âYouâre not going to stop until I put them on are you?â You ask and he smirks while he shakes his head.
You roll your eyes and stand back up, reaching underneath your dress to slip your panties off, but making sure that it doesn't rise up enough for him to see anything. Your panties fall to your feet and you kick them to the side, slipping the thong on and looking back to Loâak. âHappy now?â You ask him as you watch him come closer. âTurn around.â He demands as he twirls his finger in circles with his words. You turn around to face your bed and you feel his strong hands land on the bottom of your thighs, slowly moving upwards as he lifts the dress up with his every movement. His hands completely lift the bottom of your dress up, revealing the thong and you hear him groan behind you. âYour ass already looks great with nothing on, but this just made it 10x better.â You feel his hands firmly grip your ass, a moan leaving your lips already. âTake this off.â He says, speaking more so to himself as he takes your dress off the rest of the way, throwing it on the ground next to your panties.
âWait. Iâve got an idea.â He says as you feel his hands completely leave your body and you watch him walk over to your phone, taking it off of the charger. âWhat are you doing?â You ask him as he walks back over to you, flipping you back around to face the bed. He puts your passcode in and finds the camera app, looking for the record button. âBend over.â He commands as he places his hand in the middle of your back and pushes you into the bed so your ass is facing up. He presses the record button, pulling you back with one hand by your waist so you are pressed against his pelvis. You grind yourself against his hard dick that strains against his loincloth as he groans, knowing that if you keep this up he wonât be able to contain himself any longer.
âYou love to fucking tease me, donât you?â He chuckles, sending a hard smack to your plush ass. You hum in satisfaction, smirking at the situation you had just put yourself in, knowing that he hates being teased and played with. âMaybe I do.â You giggle at the thought of messing with him. âKeep on, baby. Iâm gonna fuck you until you canât walk straight if you donât stop right now.â He threatens you with a good time as he gives you a hard smack to your ass again, making you flinch. You pull your ass back up and throw it back hard as you hear him moan loudly, sharply inhaling after.
âThatâs it.â He growls, stopping the recording and tossing the phone on the bed, quickly pulling his loincloth off of him and letting it fall on the ground. âI want to fuck you with your thong still on.â He says as he slides them to the side, needing no lubrication as youâre already soaking wet just from teasing him. âNo foreplay today, yawne. I need to be inside of you right now.â He slides his pulsating dick up and down your wet folds before he slams into you, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
His strokes are already fast and hard, holding you by your waist as he continuously slams into your cervix. âLoâak⊠I canât t-take it.â You stutter out, not being able to speak properly from his hard thrusts. You reach your hand behind you, placing it on his torso in a weak attempt to slow him down, but he grips your arm in his warm hand and holds it there. âYes you can, baby. You can take my dick. donât push me away, you know it wonât work.â He moans, watching your ass ripple again this pelvis. He picks the phone back up, once again pressing record to catch you in your weakest moment. Weak under his touch, him not even giving you one minute to catch your breath while he fucks you senseless. âFuck Lo⊠I-Iâm going to c-cum.â you moan out as your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head so hard that youâre afraid they might get stuck there.
You feel him abruptly stop all movement and pull himself out of you with a popping noise, causing you to groan in frustration and look back at him. âNo youâre not. Youâre not cumming until I fucking tell you to.â He demands. He stops recording and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to your table and knocks everything off of it in one swipe before placing you on it. âYou donât need these anymore, baby. I want to watch this dick slide in and out of this pretty pussy until you fucking cum.â He whispers In your ear before leaving a small peck. Your pussy grips onto nothing as you moan at his words. You lift your hips up and he immediately grabbed the thong, sliding it down your legs slowly as he maintained sensual eye contact with you. Without a second to spare, he grabs his cock, sliding back into you nice and slow, throwing his head back and moaning as he bottoms out. âI love the way you wrap around me like this pussy was made just for me, and me only.â He pants out as he picks his pace back up to go just as fast as he did when he had you bent over the bed.
âItâs yours baby. It was made just for you and I only want to feel you inside me. N-No one-fuck!- no one else.â You whimper, and he smirks before shooting his hand up to your neck, placing a firm hold on it and bringing you forward to kiss him. The kiss is hungry, as if you guys had been starved of each other for weeks. You automatically open your mouth for him to slip his tongue inside, making you moan into the kiss. He breaks the kiss before bringing the phone back up, this time itâs directly in your face. âIs this what you wanted? Hm? You tease me so you can be fucked like the little slut that you are.â His thumb brushes over your soft lips, signaling for you to open your mouth, sucking on the digit.
âFuck⊠you should see your pretty ass on camera. Such a little slut for me.â He chuckles. Your eyes roll as you feel your body coming close to the edge once again. âYouâre my slut and no one elseâs, got it? Say it. Say that shit right fucking now.â He slams himself harder into you as he takes his finger out of your mouth and you scream out. âFuck! Iâm your slut Loâak. Iâm your slut and no one elseâs.â you yell as your eyes flutter shut. âMmm. Good girl. I love how needy you are for me.â He growls as he stops recording and throws the phone across the cot, onto your bed as he feels himself coming closer.
You feel the heat in the pit of your stomach bubbling as you arch your back, pushing your chest into Loâakâs. âLoâak⊠Can I cum now, please?â You beg as you feel yourself pulsating around him and he moans at the feeling. âCum for me baby. Cum all over this dick so I can watch you go crazy on me.â He says as he takes his thumb and rubs circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy. âAhh fuck!â You moan as your eyes roll once again, your body stiffening as you squirt with each thrust, squelching sounds filling the room. âShit.â He pants out as he rams his hips into you one last time, staying there as you feel him cumming deep inside of you.
You heavily pant as you look into each other's eyes, laughing at how exhausted both of you are. âYou just squirted for the first time and I didnât get to record that part.â He says, making you look down to see the mess you made. His lower abdomen is soaked, so are your thighs, and the ground underneath you. âI had no doubt that I would.â He brags, glancing down at the mess again before meeting your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment as you cover your face laughing. You canât believe you just gave him the satisfaction of bragging about this, knowing that heâs never going to let it go. âShut up!â You giggle as you push him in his chest before he grabs your face and kisses you again. He slowly pulls out of you, going in your bag and grabbing the wipes that you keep handy.
He wipes himself off, then he wipes you down before handing you your dress to slip back on while he puts his loincloth back on. âIf you tell anybody what I just did you are so dead.â You tell him and he gives you that cocky smile that gives away the fact that heâs going to tell any and everybody who will listen. âYouâll just have to kill me baby because Iâm definitely telling it.â He jokes and you roll your eyes before laughing. âskxawng. You are lucky that youâre cute.â You tell him as you stand up to face him, even though he towers over your small frame. âYou might as well just date me. Please, I know you want to. You even said it yourself. Iâm cute, I make you laugh. And letâs not forgetâŠ.I give you the best dick of your life.â He smirks, convincing you now more than ever. You let out a sigh as you shake your head with a smile before looking back up at him.
âI meanâŠwhy not Sully?â His ears perk up at your response as you watch a bright smile light his face up. âSee? You played hard to get but I knew you wanted me this entire time.â He says confidently as you both lay down on the bed together. âOh whatever! You wish.â You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. He pulls you closer to him and cuddles you, staring into your eyes. âNo need for wishing, Iâve got you right where I want you baby.â He says before planting another kiss on your lips. âYou are such an asshole.â You laugh as you nuzzle your head into his chest, your eyes heavy as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep.
A/N: So first of all, thank you guys so much for liking my first story, I didnât expect all the love and it makes me so happy!! đđ I hope you love this one as well and let me know what you think. Also, if anyone has an request for stories that they would like for me to create, just let me know and I would be more than happy to do it! Enjoy you guys đ„°
(P.S. Can we just take a moment to appreciate how fine Loâak looks in this picture because what đ„čđ)
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Verified Lover
Track 1 - Blue Check Heart
Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Orginal Character
Carmy gets his blue checkmark on Instagram and immediately breaks Natalie's 'rules'.
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Carmy was in the office, absent-mindedly scrolling through his email when he saw confirmation from Instagram. After an initial wave of confusion, he read it to see his account had been âverifiedâ - whatever that meant. His eyes skimmed the body of the email before going back into the kitchen to see Natalie on her laptop at one of the free stations.
âHey, Bear.â she smiled when she noticed Carmy approaching her.
âYo. What does being verified on Instagram mean?â Carmy asked as he pushed his hands into his pocket, peering over her shoulder to look at the spreadsheet Natalie had been working on.
Natalie laughed, âHow is it that a 26-year-old doesnât know what being verified on Instagram means?â
Carmy rolled his eyes, âSugar. What does it mean?â
âIt just means you are who you say you are and that your account has some perks. I verified your, Syd's, and The Bearâs official accounts. In theory, having The Bear verified means itâll be easier to get bigger names to come to The Bear.â Natalie explained without looking up from her screen.
âGot it.â Carmy nodded and began to walk away.
âAlso, be careful with what you like. We donât want our head chef looking like a pervert or overly politically chargedâjust be normal. People can see what you like and comment on,â Natalie warned. Carmy waved off the comment. He only followed 20 accounts, and most of them were fellow chefs.
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Later in the day, Carmy couldnât help but notice two of the college-age bartenders doing some synchronized dance behind the bar. Carmy watched for a moment before one of them noticed and immediately stopped before shyly looking away. The other noticed her stop, looked over, and saw Carmy standing by the kitchen door watching them. âSorry, Chef CarmenâŠâ she said, taking her phone from where it had been propped and shoving it in her back pocket.
âWhy is my staff dancinâ?â he asked as he approached the bar.
âLola Lousie put out a new song, and the dance is fun.â one of the girls explained. Based on Carmyâs face, the other jumped in, explaining that it was the âhot-girl summer I publicly dumped my lying cheating ass hole boyfriendâ anthem. Carmy nodded, still confused about the entire thing.
âPrep work done?â he questioned.
âYes, Chef Carmen,â they answered in unison. Carmy nodded and walked back to the kitchen. As the shift passed, Carmy kept hearing the name âLola Louiseâ and how âiconicâ her new song and video were. Carmy ignored the chatter and focused on cooking.
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Lola Lousie, the topic the waitstaff couldnât drop. Carmy could ignore it until one of the waitresses held up Richie, talking about her new Instagram post. He threatened to ban the topic if it continued to be distracting.
Curiosity killed the cat. That night, in bed, Carmy found himself scrolling through Instagram when he finally tapped the search button and found himself on Lola Lousieâs account. Carmy inhaled deeply. She was gorgeous. She had long, silky brown hair with dazzling emerald green eyes. Her soft, pillowy, plump lips were sculpted in the most endearing, playful pout. He swiped through her feed and became more intrigued by this woman. He scrolled through selfies and magazine covers. He chuckled when he saw a picture of a German Shepard with lopsided ears âwearingâ a pair of Prada sunglasses captioned âI thought boys didnât steal their momâs clothes... I stand corrected.â
When Carmy got to the original dance video, his bartenders had been trying to copy he couldnât help but feel like a bit of a creep. He understood how the song was a âhot girl summer I publicly dumped my lying cheating asshole boyfriendâ anthem but watching Lola Lousie move the way she did made his pants feel a little tighter. Pop music wasnât his thing but the girls were right. He could see how a song like that could be considered âiconicâ. He liked a couple posts before tossing his phone to the side and calling it a night.
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âOh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!â Natalie scolded as she entered the office that morning. She hit Carmyâs shoulder with each âoh my godâ. Carmy removed a headphone and blocked her hits.
âSugar- what the fuck?!â he exclaimed as he pushed back from his desk and rolled back to create some space between him and his sister.
âCarmen Anothny Berzatto. I told you to be normal on Instagram, and what do you do the first day after being verified? Like six posts from some pop star that she posted over a year ago! Now youâre on a fuckinâ gossip page!â Natalie scolded, reaching over to hit his bicep. Carmy grabbed her wrists and scowled at her.
âWill you stop fuckinâ hittinâ me?! What the hell are you even talkinâ about?â Carmy challenged as he dropped her wrists, pushing her back gently. Natalie rolled her eyes and dug for her phone.
âMichelin star chef Carmen âCarmyâ Berzatto, LoLouâs next boy toy? Screenshots below.â she read from her phone before flipping it to show Carmy. âCarmy. I do not need you going around Instagram liking girlsâ thirst taps- EVERYONE can see what youâre doing!â Natalie huffed before stomping out of the office, muttering something about Claire.
Carmy rolled his eyes at Claire's mention and leaned back in his chair, pushing his hands through his hair before pulling his phone from his pocket. âYou never even liked your damn girlfriendâs posts, Carmen!â Natalie yelled from the kitchen, still frustrated with him.
Carmy sighed before he yelled back, âShe wasnât my girlfriend.â he got up from his chair and frustratedly closed the door to the office. âShe wasnât my fuckinâ girlfriend⊠just my friend who happened to be a girlâŠâ he muttered as he sat down in his chair again. He unlocked his phone and saw an influx of notifications on Instagram. None of them were particularly interesting. All heâd done was like a few Instagram pictures, but it had turned into this mess. He rolled his eyes as he cleared the notifications, but one stuck out. @ LoLou sent you a message request
âAny open tables tonight, handsome? Iâd love to taste your food⊠or something like that.â
âOh shitâŠâ Carmy mumbled to himself, what did he get himself into?
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not know how share instagram post on tumblr n not feel great about repost someone else work (a Black autistic woman at that) while get notes for self so please check out n interact with @/ nigh.functioning.autism & original post if can (linked)
[id: screenshot from nigh.functioning.autism on instagram. their image is screenshot of her facebook post. read âCreating this video is making me physically sick. There are so many Autistic kids going to jail straight from school.
Look up Marquis Baccus, Jadon Ringland, John Benjamin Haygood and others. All of these kids were experiencing dysregulation or scripting. All in the Southern United States. All felonies. All ages, from elementary school through high school. WTFâ end id.]
their caption to this post:
My next video has been pushed up by a current event: special education to prison pipeline. A Florida 17 yr old will now be serving a full ass 5 years of hard time for a meltdown in school. He will then have a whopping 15 years probation. So basically 20 years because probation provides a high likelihood of getting sent back.
This irks me so much for two reasons: I am taught, as a paraeducator, to never do what his did and that was threaten to or snatch away an electronic device from a kid. These are seen by ALL people, including kids, that our devices are felt like extensions of ourselves. I was specifically taught in our mandatory training that this is provoking the very thing that happened. So, in my view, it's the paras fault. She didn't deserve the injuries but this is definitely the school not meeting the needs of the student.
Second, I had another Black Autistic Nonspeaking friend who also went to jail from having a meltdown in high school. He was put there for a year without his AAC device and no communication accommodations at all. He had to be in a system with murderers and other violent people. His crime was considered a violent assault so that's why. But, a meltdown is NOT the same as a violent offender or murderer.
Then, police don't have to follow an IEP or restraint laws and educators can't save a kid after they get the cops involved. And nobody can save them once they're in the criminal system.
So, I am not going to wait as long as I planned to do this video. I don't see enough people talking about students of all races being Disabled and dysregulated forced into the criminal system. It's not a rarity whatsoever. And parents of Disabled kids aren't taking it seriously enough, especially if they are not Black. Y'all kids can have a bad day that ruins their lives too. Maybe all of y'all should be fighting against police violence along with the rest of us instead of pretending it's just a BLM thing.
again. if you can please check out their instagram & interact with original post if you interact with this (tumblr) post
#there some stuff not on this post she say that am not agree with but not change how this one important#actually autistic#actuallyautistic#nonspeaking#special education#antiblackness#racism#racism tw#antiblackness tw#ableism tw#loaf screm
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a stolitz post? in the year of our lord??
warning this is genuinely a long ass post
okay so sometime last month i was watching 3bskyenâs JLMW reaction (really tells you how long iâve actually been cooking this post), and he was talking about color theory or something but what caught my attention was that he was paused on THIS frame:
he said something about the red/blue contrast throughout the music video; red being symbolic of blitz (the moon) and blue being symbolic of stolas (the ocean (?)) and it got me thinking, i wonder what the gold might symbolize? because this definitely isnât the first time weâve seen the color gold in reference to stolitz. first think back to truth seekers, thereâs gold in quite a few places
golden rails, golden feathers, golden shackles; this is why i say gold and not yellow. at first i thought it might be symbolic of the power imbalance, but thatâd be too easy.
quite the selection of objects, isnât it? rails imply safety but can also be restricting, the feathers seem harmless but then turn into shacklesâŠpossibly reminiscent of the nature the book deal and the role it actually played in blitzâs mind about his relationship with stolas.
but thereâs one more thing i left out; the golden dust
...okay...don't laugh...
first time i saw this scene in truth seekers i was immediately reminded of shrek ever after
AND IâM NOT COMPARING BLITZ TO RUMPELSTILTSKIN, iâm not trying to imply they stole from shrek ever after, THAT'D be a stretch. if anything blitz is better compared to shrek himself, but i'm not gonna write about that because i Don't Want To
but if iâm remembering correctly, that movie revolved around the theme of taking good things for granted, like your partner and your friends, which aligns pretty well with how blitzâs bad trip ends:
âi believe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you simply cannot fathom proper intimacy, but also craves it as well. itâs rather unfortunate, sir, considering itâs often how you treat those who stand by you, such as myself. are you worried i may have enough of it one day, as well?â
"you cannot fathom proper intimacy."
blitz doesnât know how to be close to other peopleâi donât think he understands the relationship he has with any of the people in his life.
we still donât truly know blitzâs full belief on love and we can only deduce it from his actions; he says monogamy is boring but then goes on to stalk his monogamous employees, on their anniversary no less, bringing along his own singular date...
he focuses on the sex in his relationships because thatâs what heâs good at; he finds sex less complicated than romance... and then struggles to get his asmodean crystal to open a portal because he canât get it off.
he has this recurring pattern where the title of âbest friendâ eventually turns into something else, often unrequited...
â...my first ever friend!â
he didn't expect stolas' intimate attraction to him. stolas made the connection and it succeeded in making blitz feel guilty about stealing the book; that was why he stayed the night. blitz isn't used to not being rejected, even though he has a record of relationships that stopped once the Evil Four Letter Word came up. when he goes into a relationship, blitz has learned to not expect it to evolve past sex. love has negative connotations to him.
the worst part is we donât know for certain WHY any of this is, or if it can even be chalked down to a singular thing
yeah, his mom died in a fire blitz caused, his best friend/crush lost his limbs in a fire blitz caused, heâs been treated as property since a young age; you can makes all kinds of correlations between these events and how they might have affected him later in life but as it stands now, we have no concrete answers other than the conclusion that blitz hates himself and has commitment issues.
but back onto that âtaking things for grantedâ tidbitâsubconsciously, he knows relationships can be good, but he feels he has to give up a lot of freedom in order to maintain one of his own.
also note how blitz is desperately crawling up the staircase, feathers kind of just hitting him haphazardly as he does so, as opposed to trip!moxxie who takes a few steps up after picking up a feather of his own volition. he knows moxxieâs relationship is more stable than any relationship heâs ever had, and yet:
âstop fucking talking, all of you!â
cue the gold dust.
now, i'm not saying the book deal was a good thing. in fact, it kind of reinforced the power imbalance between blitz and stolas. i'm saying that from blitz's perspective, it was a safeguard. any feelings he might have had for stolas before could be dismissed, and he does exactly that one episode prior;
"it's a transactional fucking, you see..."
what i think he does take for granted is the advice âmoxxieâ gives to him, his attempts to reach out in a meaningful manner, kind of like stolasâ attempts to reach out. he ignores them both; heâs too deep into his own denial.
also, STAIRCASES IN THIS FUCKING SHOW.
why do these fruity little men think so low of themselves and so highly of others??
i guess that's a bit of a rhetorical question, we all know the answer, but. wait. hold on a sec
ohhhh.
OOOHHHH, that's what this post was gonna be about!
i fucking GOT all of you, you thought i could go a post without talking about him you're WRONG and should feel SILLY.
so this was the OTHER thing i realised when watching 3bskyen's JLMW reaction: it follows the same theme as moxxie's bad trip!
JLMW vs. moxxie's bad trip
in helluva boss, we're used to seeing staircases being symbolic of a difference in power or importance, or a staircase to heaven, or a highly anticipated event going wrong *cough cough ozzie's cough full moon cough cough*
however, i think in the context of moxxieâs bad trip and JLMW, it can also be attributed to emotional distance. like stolas, moxxie's also looking for an emotional intimacy/understanding between him and blitz (he spends his whole trip actively trying to get on the same level as him for crying out loud).
this could also fit into blitz's bad trip; he's trying to get on the same level as stolas, but feels like even if he ever did, he'd still be inherently worthless. a "play thing".
he doesnât know why anyone would want him for anything else, but heâs clearly not all about the hierarchy.
they need to get on the same level as each other emotionally; they need to break the power dynamic, and thats why the book deal had to go.
the difference in the symbolism is that while blitz has a straight and narrow path to trip!stolas, moxxieâs path to trip!blitz is this winding, unguarded staircase. he almost falls off.
now, compared to both of those, stolasâ path is a fucking stroll. albeit an emotionally damaging stroll, but it takes less physical strength.
conclusion; stairs are symbolic of a difference in power, but gold is symbolic of something else.
and there is a power dynamic between moxxie and blitz. it's not like stolas and blitz's dynamic, it's an artificial imbalance; blitz is the boss, moxxie is the employee. and moxxie has his own inferiority complex, which i think plays a role in it too.
the imbalance between stolas and blitz is kind of, unfortunately, inherited. but it's not impossible to manage. of course, stolas doesn't care about where blitz is on the hierarchy, he doesn't care about the hierarchy period. but it's still there. blitz cares because it affects him.
"you will be technically under his jurisdiction, but..."
this was problem one. stolas unintentionally demonstrating his power over blitz. "surprise, i technically made you someone else's property! please love me!" i'm exaggerating but this is definitely not the kind of thing you spring on your partner; they needed to talk about this beforehand, but according to stolas:
"no need for an arrangement, it can just be him and me!"
sigh. the many different ways this night could've gone
this is enough to trigger blitz's fight or flight. he wants to be with stolas, but he doesn't want the freedom to choose to be with him, which is problem two:
because blitz's belief of love is so inherently fucked up,
what are the chances that the very thing stolas gave to blitz to reaffirm his free will was just interpreted as another shackle?
blitz doesn't do commitment; stolas doesn't say "i love you", he doesn't need to. if you love something, you let it go, and if it comes back then it's yours--which happens in the very next episode.
blitz is the first person to mention love.
but if they want to love each other, they have to be equals, which was why the book deal had to go. they can't hold each other to these super high standards because that'd just set themselves up for disappointment. they have to be on the same level.
tldr: they're two sides of the same coin. literally!
color theory for dummies, a brief intermission
fun fact: i actually didnât learn color theory in an art class, but in a textiles class. we love american education. but anyways, iâm gonna ask you to draw your attention specifically to the complementary colors.
we start the chorus of JLMW in a purpley sort of place, which then shifts into gold, and then into the red/blue contrast.
except red and blue arenât complete opposites, theyâre both primary colors.
if they wanted complete opposites, they couldâve used red and green, or blue and orange, which are admittedly uglier combinations but the point is that stolitz arenât complete opposites.
however, purple and yellow, or gold, ARE complete opposites; theyâre complementary colors. if purple is implied to be symbolic of stolitz together, then could gold imply stolitz apart?
wellâŠno. i think thatâs the wrong angle. if they wanted that contrast, they could have left the gold out entirely, because red and blue separate is stolitz apart.
so how are we supposed to deduce what the gold is actually symbolic of? because no, i donât actually think itâs an extended shrek 4 reference. that kind of exclusively pertains to blitzâs trip.
listening to the lyrics in the gold part;
This unspoken contract
A deed we forged for mutual gain
If that's all this was when you're not here
What is this rooted pain?
I don't care that you're of lower station
Or primed to sate my dark temptations
Why can't you understand? Let me explain
And I'm terrified as I cry
To make these feelings true
What's left for me and my broken heart
If I cannot have you?
a direct mention of the book dealâŠand another mention of the power imbalanceâŠso i realize am starting to sound insane, but please hear me out.
i think the main theme of helluva boss IS learning to love in spite of damages and traumas and insecuritiesânot ignoring either of those, but learning to work around them or possibly heal those parts of yourself so you can love someone else effectively. learning from mistakes.
so what if the gold is symbolic of the simple desire of a mutual understanding? or a meaningful connection with someone else?
tying it all back together somehow
both moxxie and stolas want to connect with blitz (in different ways), but for stolas, that means severing possibly the only thing connecting them thus far (the book). for moxxie, that means climbing the staircase and possibly being pushed even further away.
moxxie also has this high opinion of blitz despite all his obvious (and not so obvious) flaws. i think it's partially because of his own inferiority complex, but to him, blitz is the phantom--his scar becomes the mask he hides behind. he knows blitz puts on this loud, crude personality to hide his cracks and keep others away, and has a scarily accurate portrayal of him in his mind.
moxxie wants to be on the same level as blitz, and he knows it's possible to get there, because he's a damaged character himself and he gets it. he's just yet to take the actual first step.
stolas, even in his own imagination, doesn't think it's possible to be emotionally intimate until the deal is broken. he could reach for blitz, but blitz wouldn't reach back. he's not looking. not to mention the literal celestial view he has of blitz in his head.
while stolas can see blitz's damage, he can't fully comprehend it yet, partially because blitz won't give him the chance and partially because stolas isn't damaged in the same way he is. they both had deadbeat dads, but they adapted in different ways.
that's just the way trauma works, you adapt to deal with it, and then have to unadapt those unhealthy coping mechanisms once you're finally safe. it just takes a while for people to realize they're actually safe, and these fruitcakes are no exception.
conclusion? uhh, i don't know, i guess i don't really have one. just. enough with the discourse about these bitches i guess??? just give them each some time, change takes more than two seasons.
i guess i could compare the way the songs are set up but this was supposed to be out like two days ago and it's already 11:45 so. maybe some other time, maybe in a post about moxxie's Interesting taste in musicals
was unfortunately unable to finish the mox vs. fizz masterpost this month but we'll see sometime in the coming months, maybe sometime after the next helluva short comes out. been a bit too busy with school and other social things to have time writing these long asf posts about my skrimblos
okay goodnight o/
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Shidou Ryuusei â Taming Demons
PAIRING: Shidou Ryuusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 7.6k TYPE: Humor, Roommates, Romantic frenemies WARNING(S): Threats of violence, canon-typical football derangement, there's a cockroach (and it's not shidou đ°)
Itâs on a decent day that Sae meets you and Shidou. The weather is mild without any clouds to obscure the sky, the wind is nothing more than a pleasant breeze, birds are chirping, and most importantly there are no ugly and irrelevant middle-aged men from the JFA to bother him with their whining or otherwise offend his senses.
Too bad heâs on the way to some secret deprivation tank in Ego Jinpachiâs football-themed basement to appreciate any of this.
Heâd been ballsier than usual, all things considered, which is an impressive accomplishment since his default setting is audacious. Yeah, saying he wants one striker and then demanding two is a little much even for him, but heâs not going to leave a stray behind. Thatâd be a waste.
Itâs not like Ego didnât try to warn him, showing him actual footage to review like this was evidence he needed to present in court while making a case.
In the first clip, Rin was calling you lukewarm (there was really no context beyond this), to which you looked at him like you didnât even know who he was and said, âPeons should only speak to me while looking at my feet, so do that or exercise your right to remain silent,â and it made Rin so incredulous that he actually didnât respond.
Then Shidou appeared to have found this funny because he came running into view at mach speed laughing his ass off, just to shove the soles of his cleaves in Rinâs face and say, âLick my feet, Rin-Rin!â
Predictably this turned into some kind of scuffle (to Saeâs bemusement, Rin was losing), and then you joined in because apparently Shidou was âcopying you,â and when you accused him of that he became super offended, and at some point the video cut off.
Fine, Sae thought. Whatever.
The second one was ominously titled âThe_[L/n]_Disaster.wmv,â and it was cut out from the match this whole saga revolved around. It was normal for a while until you â for no discernible reason â fell down to your knees, pulled an⊠unsettling expression, screamed like a banshee and said, âIâm so bored! Iâm gonna die!â before stealing the ball and shooting it into your own teamâs net.
Understandably the field fell into an uproar, and some of your teammates straight up threatened to kill you.
âWho the hell do you think you are???â
You sat down like a petulant child, crossed your arms even. Everyone was too busy holding back their bloodlust so as to not pummel you into the ground and get a hundred red cards to make sense of your behavior.
⊠Honestly? A little weird, but nothing the Itoshi Sae canât work with.
And then there was the last video, which was also the lengthiest. Whoever edited it had too much time on their hands. It was like a full-fledged movie with a romantic subplot (between Shidou and the ball or maybe his abstract interpretations of the act of playing football), conflict (the half hour long montage of him fighting everyone, overlayed with shitty dubstep music), and even a climax (in the literary sense).
Also strange, but not enough to put off Sae. After seeing all of this, though, he wondered if Rin managed to make at least one friend, but quickly squashed the thought. Not like he cares.
The final attachment was completely innocuous, an overview of your abilities and progress in Blue Lock, and both of you had unflattering pictures in your files. Egoâs underlying question of Do you know what youâre getting yourself into? still translated.
Youâre not lumps of talent or whatever. Itâs more like youâre diamonds buried in a deep pit of shit that no one even wants, but at the mental image of himself digging through feces, Sae disregards the metaphor.
If Egoâs idea for an ideal striker is a raging megalomaniac, well. He sure knows how to pick them.
___
Electrocuted like an inmate in a movie running into the fence while trying to break out of jail, muzzled like some kind of idiot dog that doesnât know not to bite people, strapped down in a fucking straitjacket, what did Shidou ever do to deserve this? Humiliated, and not in the sexy way.
To think of all of these punishments, the most cruel one is still your company.
Just watching you is exhausting him, maybe even more so because he canât stand up and restrain your annoying ass to make you stop screaming and rolling around and kicking and hitting and whatever (all things he believes are within his right and not yours, since youâre doing them in a way that is so not fun). He swears heâs never been tired before, but right now he has no energy, and heâs not even doing anything. You have to be some special new species of leech.
Thatâd be kinda hot now that he thinks about it, if youâd like⊠attach to him and suck out his blood. But for now he needs to stay focused.
Prior to your freak-out â heâs not even sure what youâre mad about â you had to write âI wonât score in my own goal next timeâ all over the walls because apparently âif you act like a child, youâll get treated like one,â but you gave up not even half-way through and broke the marker after declaring youâre going to kill Ego.
âI think you need to be in a straitjacket, not me,â he says with a sly grin as if this whole situation is amusing. He does share your killing Ego sentiments, though, but youâre easy to tease. Despite his fatigue from the predicament, he is still dedicated to being an irritating piece of shit.
âI wish I was!â you say.
What?
You drag your hands down your face, stretching the skin. âIâm going to gouge my eyes out!â Then thereâs some more facial expressions of mental anguish before you perk up after his words properly register in your head. âOh, youâre so worthless and perverse, but this is actually a great idea. We should switch,â you say pleasantly.
âWorthless? Câmon, didnât you watch while I was playing?â
You undo the muzzle so heâs the slightest bit grateful to you until you say, âMeh.â
Youâre being disingenuous here and one of Shidouâs principles is real recognizes real, so even this is enough to piss him off, but then again there was also the other questionable and embarrassing thing you did. âIf footballâs a source of life, then youâre like a miscarriage. Or an abortion.â
âWhat! Why?â
Wow, you are such an infuriating and confusing hypocrite. He needs to take you out on a date some time. ââCause the only one who should get to shoot in your goal is⊠me.â
Your eye twitches, face scrunching to the left like a black hole is sucking in all of your features. He looks so happy with himself that you want him to die. âShidou Ryuusei-â
âNot the full government name!â he cries out with fake dismay.
â-if you say something like this to me again, Iâm gonna dismember you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â There is a shit-eating grin of a man who knows exactly what youâre talking about on his face. A slight blush, even, but it points towards elation, not embarrassment. âAnd thereâs nothing in here you can do that with.â
âThe room has walls.â
âDonât saaaay things like that,â he sings. âNot when Iâm all tied up like a lunatic.â
What does he mean by this?
Youâre not even making progress with unhooking the straitjacket since there isnât much wiggle room between Shidouâs back and the weird stand thing, but Ego shocks you through the bodysuit to dissuade you from any further attempts. This time, when you slip on the floor, itâs not your fault. After a few pitiful twitches, you say, âThatâs it. Iâm gonna die.â
???
âI was beautiful.â You pose while still on the floor. âPlease make up some cool last words for me. For my tombstone.â
âYou went from killing Four Eyes to killing me to then killing yourself. Amazing range,â says Shidou with a whistle, once again acting like the situation is funny.
He watches you try to break your neck by forcing it in unnatural positions using your hands for a bit until the effort proves to be anatomically impossible. Long hours lie ahead of him.
___
Sae has been eavesdropping in front of the door for at least twenty minutes to assess the situation before walking in. Thereâd been blood-curdling screams, heavy sounds of thrashing (apparently you were trying to run up to the ceiling and kept falling down and throwing tantrums, which Shidou, again, found hilarious, but all it gave Sae was a migraine from having to listen to the commotion), and five arguments that never concluded because you two couldnât stay on topic. Many expletives and creative death threats flew through the air.
It occurs to him for the first time that trying to control the two most selfish strikers on the roster is ambitious. You both operate on an incomprehensible level of egotism, with you acting like your teammates are unimpressive circus acts and Shidouâs tendency to play as if heâs a sole soldier on a mission to bludgeon everyone else on the field. Small fry who donât take gambles like this here and there, though, arenât worth anything.
âI love watchinâ people squirm and all, but not like this. Can you do something more exciting?â
âWhatâs gonna be exciting is the sight of your nail beds while I rip them off one by one.â
The sound of an exaggerated yawn. âYour fake threats arenât stirring me at all. Look at me, Iâm so bored. So bored and pathetic and restrained and please, I need a more refreshing view.â
Thereâs one last, grander thud. âIâm done,â you declare.
⊠Nothing, for a bit.
âYou look so cute and harmless like this. Makes me wanna squeeze your neck till your eyes pop out.â
You donât dignify that comment with a response.
___
This latest development is detrimental to your relationship with Itoshi Sae. Not that you have any kind of relationship with him besides striking up the U-20 deal, but youâve been dating him in your head ever since you saw him play on TV a few years ago. Youâre contemplating mentally breaking up with him for good. Thatâs how serious of an offense youâre dealing with.
Itâs like you donât even know me, Sae, you cry, though you donât commit to speaking it out loud. Heâs not even here to hear your bitchfest, anyway, so you settle for throwing your minimalistic bag of belongings on one of the beds with as much hate as possible.
Shidou waves at you from the other side of the room like you didnât arrive at this complex in the same car, and like you didnât spend eight hours in the punishment room together. Your scowl is really, really ugly, wrinkling your skin. Seriously, sharing an apartment is one thing, but the same room? The same toilet? There is no one you tolerate enough in the world for this bullshit.
After sorting through your belongings and doing a good job at ignoring whatever Shidou is saying, you step out and head towards the kitchen and rummage through the fridge and the pantry. Itâs a little strange that youâre no longer in Blue Lock for the time being. You can go eat at a restaurant if you want to, but you find that Saeâs team has been gracious enough to leave some supplies to last a couple of days.
Shidou trails after you like an unwanted shadow. You examine everything one last time before grabbing a protein bar and taking a seat at the table, leaving you with the view of Shidou grabbing whatever he can before he dumps it all on the counter and opens the blender. You frown in confusion. âWhatâre you doing?â
âCooking,â he says in a tone which suggests he finds you stupid for not understanding that at first glance.
âYou canât put raw meat in the fucking blender.â
âYeah, I can.â He rips two packages with different spices and dumps them in. âLook, thereâs even seasoning.â And then he shoves in a cucumber and an unpeeled banana.
You lunge towards him, cradling the blender, your snack forgotten. âYouâre gonna get food poisoning, moron.â
âThen how come Iâve never had it before???â Shidou tries to take a hold of it again, wrenching it out of your hands before a game of tug-of-war ensues.
There is no way heâs serious. This must be some elaborate way for him to troll you. Your struggle for the blender, however, is more intense than anyone wouldâve anticipated because your palms turn sweaty, with the blender slipping out once you attempt a harder yank. Shidou almost manages to save it from its imminent fate with a swipe, but his reaction is not fast enough and it shatters on the floor.
âLook at what you did.â You gesture.
âYou got in the way of my cooking! Itâs your fault.â
âWhat the hell is wrong with you? Were you raised in a cave? A mountain? I will destroy you if I see you âcookingâ in my presence again.â
He rolls his eyes and mimes a blabbering mouth with his hand as if to say yap, yap, yap. You resist the urge to reach out and break at least one of his fingers.
With a huff, you stomp your way to the bathroom in search of a broom and dustpan to get rid of the glass shards, the rest of Shidouâs arguments about why a steak shake is âgourmetâ and âexoticâ falling on deaf ears. Youâre also trying to think of a good place to throw away the pieces because youâre so not telling Itoshi Sae you broke his rent-a-blender.
You return to the sight of Shidou finishing up your abandoned protein bar while trying to pick up glass shards between his toes.
âStop that. What if you hurt yourself?! Seriously, whatâs your deal?â You narrow your eyes at him while he blows a raspberry at you and the realization of his thievery hits you. âHey, spit that out.â
Shidou smiles and throws the shard â yeah, with his toes â at your shins, but you ignore the action, your pre-existing rage rendering you unresponsive. âSo demanding.â He waves your protein bar, or at least whatâs left of it, in the air. âCome and take it if you want it so bad.â
âIâm not playing tag like a child when the floorâs covered in glass,â you say, despite already taking a step forward, ready to assume a stance and chase him.
You do, of course, end up playing tag like a child when the floorâs covered in glass. Your protein bar falls in the toilet. When Shidou reaches to flush it, you push him out of the way, and he pushes back, and so begins a brawl, any other concerns fading in the background.
Two hours later, you shriek out a piercing scream when you take a piss and flush without thinking.
___
You wake up to weird yelling. This is atypical since youâre usually the one who causes commotion. You laze around in bed, taking it as noise from your dream, until your consciousness clears and during your first moment being awake, you swear to make whoeverâs responsible for this regret it. Through bleary eyes, you observe the room, and find the bed opposite of yours empty.
You slog your way out to brush your teeth, but the racket grows louder, and you identify the source as the balcony. Without thinking, you head there to scold Shidou, abandoning your previous task.
âCytolysis!â What the hell is he even on about? âOoh, and arteries!â Seriously.
âDouchebag, you woke me up. Stop screaming so early or Iâll- Why are you naked?!â
âYou were really talking for that long before you noticedâŠ?â
âCover up,â you say, disregarding his indirect call out of how much you love your own voice, to the point you stop noticing your surroundings once you get going in a spiel. âWhat if you get arrested for public indecency? It could ruin your life.â
âI canât sunbathe if Iâm wearing clothes,â Shidou says.
âYou literally can.â
âYeah, if I want an uneven tan.â He rolls his eyes as if youâre being unreasonable for expecting him not to randomly be in the nude. You really donât know how maintaining a tan is more urgent than avoiding the charge you brought up, but you donât bother questioning him any further. âListen, youâre not ruining this for me. I havenât been able to do my morning routine for weeks!â
âWhat, so you couldnât do it in front of the others, but you can do it in front of me? Iâm way too dignified for⊠the sight of you. Right now and in general.â
âSnobby-chan, you canât be for real. There wasn't any sun there.â
âYou really are shameless, arenât you?â
He shrugs, looking at his nails in disinterest. âShame is just a shackle that gets in the way of my freedom.â
Your eye twitches, and your scowling is causing some tightness in your face, primarily in your forehead. Donât try to make it philosophical now!
âUgh,â you say, figuring youâre way too speechless to offer anything more constructive. âStep foot in front of me like this when youâre done and Iâm going to boil you in a cauldron, you hear?â
âYeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Prude-chan. Just donât interrupt me again.â
âCall me by a nickname again and Iâll peel you with the peeler from the kitchen.â
Instead of replying, he sends you a kiss and a wink.
After some incredulous and judgmental staring, you slam the door shut, not putting much thought into the force of it. It rattles and the frame separates from the jamb, leaving it crooked and awkward. You fall to your knees on the floor and start crying â like, really bawling and torturing your throat with your wails of turmoil â and trying to shred your scalp with your nails. Shidou spares a moment from the bullshit he calls his âmorning routineâ to laugh.
___
You emerge from your nap looking like youâve been through the seventh circle of hell in Danteâs Inferno. It was to compensate for your early wake up. Now you stand in front of the mirror, finally brushing your teeth.
Shidou waltzes in not much later, at least wearing a shirt and shorts. He shoves you aside with the unceremonious command, âMove,â before leaning over the sink and pulling out eyeliner, trying to get in a good position.
You forget to yell at him, since you become fascinated by him when you see him put it close to his face with a look of concentration. Is he going to stab his eye out? This is so exciting.
⊠Shidou starts applying it over his lower lashline. You frown at the anticlimactic follow up. Itâs pretty bizarre to be living with him like this, though.
Making your way around, you spit out the foam then rinse before moving on with the rest of your business. He slathers his hands in too much hair gel before beginning to work on shaping it into the ridiculous style he usually wears it in. This seems like an excruciatingly long and wasteful process.
You ask, âSo you do this every day?â
âI thought âcause of earlier that you donât know what a morning routine is, but are you really just gonna confirm it like that? Youâre too easy.â
You almost make the mature decision to leave and do something else (maybe read a wikiHow article about how to fix doors), but Shidou proves to be too tempting of a target when he stands there, scrutinizing you with an almost feline expression as you pass by him. Twisting one of the loose strands on his head around your finger, you pull him down to eye-level, and he lets you, looking amused. âIâm gonna grab you by your stupid antennae and throw you out of the window.â
Instead of answering, Shidou backs away and flicks the one you werenât holding. You tilt your head in confusion, not understanding what heâs doing. âMy receptors are sensing bullshit.â
You scratch your chin in fake contemplation. âYou know, you act kinda weird and you have this wild look going on⊠but deep down youâre just a lame biology nerd.â
âMe, weird?! Iâm not taking that from you,â he says in mock offense.
âWhat?â you ask, in astonishment at his nerve to bring you up. âThereâs nothing weird about me.â
Your genuine confusion is making Shidou assume you live in a parallel universe.
___
It wouldâve been your third day of surviving on protein bars â Shidou keeps referring to this as âyour faultâ because you âbroke the blenderâ (objectively it was a collaborative effort, from your perspective he is to blame) as if the blender is a cooking utensil â so youâre heading to some cheap place to eat.
âI canât believe theyâre benching us,â you say through grit teeth. The complaint serves as a distraction from your grumbling stomach.
âBut the fight was pretty fun,â Shidou adds optimistically, looking extra cheerful.
Just the thought of it is making you want to shrivel up and die, but then again, there are many things which make you feel this way. âThat was so embarrassing. I hope Sae didnât see⊠If he did, Iâll commit seppuku during practice tomorrow.â The last statement is a promise you make with solemn seriousness.
He most definitely saw since you had a loud meltdown before you joined Shidou in attacking everyone, but instead of bringing this to your attention, he says, âIs that guy a big deal or something? You like him a lot.â
His accusation isnât presumptuous in the slightest. The one time he got an accidental glance of your lock screen, the picture was a close-up of Itoshi Saeâs unimpressed face with a conspicuous placement of the gettyimages trademark covering a fourth of his forehead.
âWhat?â You raise an eyebrow. Shidou expects you to freak out again and scream in denial, but all you ask is, âDonât you know who he is?â
He shrugs.
âHeâs a genius! And really handsome, too. I love watching him play,â you swoon, caressing your cheeks. âHeâs like a prince. A football prince⊠The best kind of prince.â
âIâll see what heâs about during the game,â says Shidou with a grin as if heâs the professional player renowned for his skills all over the world, and Sae is some random guy. But you donât think heâs trying to be arrogant. Thereâs this inane kind of excitement about him, like he hopes what you said is true because he wants to experience it.
âHey, Shidou. What was your life like before Blue Lock?â
You canât help being curious. Are his parents negligent or something? No sane adults would let their kid develop the habit of screaming random shit while naked every morning. You hate to admit it, but youâre concerned about him.
âNo use thinkinâ about boring stuff like that.â
Makes sense heâd be a live in the moment type of person. âYeah, youâre right. I guess dwelling on the past is pretty peasant-like.â
You smile at each other in agreement, though youâre on the same page for reasons so different, someone might wonder how youâre even managing a civil conversation.
___
âWhatâre you doing?â Shidou asks, resting his foot on the corner of the coffee table with his phone in hand, scrolling.
On the other end of the couch, youâre slouching and balancing a few cards from the deck you stumbled on while looking for tools to fix the door with. Youâve learned an important lesson: chisels and pry bars donât just lie around rented apartments, waiting for someone to use them.
âIâm turning over a new leaf, so Iâve decided to rediscover patience and peace,â you say with a close-eyed smile.
The load of bullshit you uttered fuels some curiosity in Shidou, so he peeks at you over his phone case. This fake ass smile doesnât suit you at all. You look like you donât have a soul.
He slides closer to you inch by inch, moving his leg with himself, until he is close enough for you to see what heâs doing in your peripheral vision. Not about to let him ruin your hard work, you swat away his foot with the back of your hand, but the quick movement upsets the three pyramids and the card on top of them, sending them all toppling down.
Shidou cheers when you flip the table.
___
Youâre lazing around on your bed when Shidou struts up to you with a triumphant aura. âYâknow that little problem we had? I solved it,â he announces.
You perk up, eyes shining. âYouâre gonna stop screaming every morning?â You donât even care about him being naked anymore. His ritual interrupts your sleep so often that itâs affecting your mood tracker, always starting the day off with an angry swearing red emoji.
âNo, I meant the sink.â
True. You avoid making eye contact with it since itâs overflowing. In a technical sense, you know how to wash them, so itâs not incompetence thatâs driving you to allow this to go on. But itâd be an act of subservience since Shidou also throws his dirty dishes in there, and youâre not going to do his chores. You will make him understand whoâs the bigwig here, even if you have to eat without a plate by the end of this lesson youâre teaching him.
He continues, âYouâre pretending you donât like waking up to my angelic voice now?â Then clears his throat, not leaving you any time to reassure him youâre not faking your distaste for his idiocy.
You interrupt him and cut off the fifth tone deaf âla.â âSo, you finally washed them?â
âWhat?â Shidou asks, raising his eyebrows like your assumption is nonsensical. âI threw them off the balcony. Now there arenât any more of âem to get dirty.â
He looks so proud of himself â while also clearly realizing youâre on the brink of a breakdown, if his manic grin is anything to go by â and you want to puke. Theatrically, you roll off and fall, hoping to hit your head and get a life-threatening concussion, but for better or for worse, nothing of the sort happens.
You can imagine him aiming at people with forks from above.
When you remain still for a while, Shidou nudges you like one might do to fresh roadkill with a long stick from a safe distance. âYou there? Are you hibernating or something? Blink twice if you died.â
___
Your recovery lasts several hours, during which you do nothing but lie on the floor.
Once out of your stupor, you head to the kitchen to mourn your loss (not of the dishes, but for your inability to get Shidou to do them), perhaps to gaze out of the window with a wistful sadness in your eyes. It takes you a few morose steps to realize theyâre there, intact. Clean. You blink.
You can be so stupid sometimes.
___
A cockroach crawls out from behind the mirror. You back away, startled by the sudden movement, not realizing what it is youâre seeing at first glance. The real horror starts when you recognize the creature in front of you and shriek in alarm. When it doesnât produce the desired result, you cave in and yell, âShidou!â
âDâyou want toilet paper?â he asks, his tone way too casual in comparison to yours. You could be dying in here, kidnapped and tortured by the Cockroach King, and youâre convinced Shidou would not give a shit.
âNo! Just come in.â
He does. With a roll under his armpit. And then he does nothing to help.
You point at the wall, your index finger accusatory. It hasnât moved to hide yet, so at least you donât have to be paranoid about its whereabouts.
âYou just strike me as the type of person whoâd tell someone to wipe your ass,â he says irrelevantly.
âKill it!!!â Youâre glossing over his apparent willingness to do just that. But your anger dissolves into panic when your imagination comes up with all sorts of alternatives that have you clutching your scalp. It could give birth. Maybe youâd have to be the godparents, babysitting every Saturday.
âPretentious-chan is not so big and bad anymore.â Shidou pouts, as if disappointed, then grabs it with his bare hand and examines it, making a big deal out of doing so, squinting his eye while widening the other. The insect is squirming in his hold.
âBro, get rid of it! What if it escapes?!â
He takes a step forward, beaming at you, which you read as a warning sign preceding sinister intentions. Though you want to back away, youâre already standing by the sink, the front digging deeper into your skin. You think to reach out and push him away, but it puts you at risk of coming in contact with it if he lets it loose on accident⊠or on purpose.
Very slowly, he brings it closer and closer to your face. Your chin is retracting into your neck while you lean back to the best of your ability, and itâs straining your muscles, making you clench your teeth out of both fear and disgust.
âThe others call me a cockroach,â Shidou says. âAre we twinning?â
âStop.â
âCâmon, do we look alike?â He has the audacity to smile, looking all innocent.
One of the antennas almost brushes against your nose. Your brows pinch together, and youâre reaching levels of facial tension you havenât experienced before, which is impressive considering how many mood swings you flip through on a daily basis.
âDude, get it away from me,â you beg, borderline crying.
It seems to click in Shidouâs head that this is more serious than your usual tantrums, and he hates to think heâs made you upset on a substantial level, scrambling to crush the roach and flush it away.
You relax from your âafraid turtleâ position, straightening your posture to glare at him. Shidou looks at you like a kicked puppy. Even though he knows you donât have mercy for excuses â valid or invalid â he takes a crack at the worst one. âIt was a joke.â
If looks could kill.
âIâm sorry.â
His mumbling is quite pathetic and therefore almost unable to reach your ears (this phrase isnât really a part of his vocabulary, so it comes out like a foreign tongue twister), but after you make sense of what he said, your lips settle into a phony smile.
âI think itâs unfair the others call you an insect,â you say. âI mean, theyâre animals, but you make the conscious decision to be a piece of shit.â
âIâm sooooorry,â he says, this time with more confidence, and tries to catch you in a hug. As if.
âWash your hands, freak.â
âOh, right. I almost forgot about touching it already. Oops!â
You massage the bridge of your nose. Heâs hopeless.
___
This noon, Shidou is preparing you a salad. You guess itâs a bit lacking, but you only have the tomatoes and the cucumbers and a block of cheese left. Youâve mostly been ignoring him since yesterday and he took matters into his own hands when he realized you were willing to starve over this. The protein bars ran out too, which is a shame since you love throwing them in as a side dish to your cooking.
Shidou liked the spaghetti. There wasnât any sauce, so he suggested you grate protein bars over it, and you almost vomited after you tasted it. But at least one of you was happy.
You glance at him, mulling over whether you should continue being mad or not. Your wrath doesnât seem effective on him, so you might need to switch strategies. Though you abandon the train of thought once you see how heâs gripping the knife like a toddler, cutting the vegetables and humming some annoying tune, so you rise from your seat and approach him. âYouâre gonna hack your fingers off.â
âHuh?â
âIâll show you.â You make a âgimme thatâ gesture and hope it translates well enough.
Instead of passing it over, a gleeful expression takes over his face, and the sight of it disturbs you, since this is how you know heâs about to do something stupid. Your hunch proves correct when Shidou wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you in the air, looking up at you like you hung the moon or some shit, full of wonder. Usually, youâd appreciate people showing you due respect, but you have other concerns right now.
âThe knifeâs still in your hands, you fucking idiot,â you screech, squeezing his shoulder in alarm. What if he stabs you in the back, on some Julius Caesar shit?
âYouâre so mean, but you still worry about me the most out of everyone,â he says, all but shoving his head against your neck, his nose poking your collarbone.
âRELEASE ME.â
You fall on your ass when he does. Shidouâs smile does not slip at the sound of you grunting in pain.
âYouâre dangerous,â you say.
âFor your heart, Iâm assuming.â
âYeah. I have high blood pressure, so.â
âOh,â he says.
You pat yourself to brush off imaginary dust and make a big stink out of it, with downturned lips and aggressive motions. Then you ask, âWere you for real?â
âIâm pretty straight-forward,â he tells you as if it suffices.
Again, you hate to admit it, but you feel bad for him, if he perceives you as the one who cares about him the most. After all, youâre not all that kind to him.
___
âAre you awake?â Shidou asks the night before the match.
âNo,â you say, continuing to scroll through your phone.
âOk, listen. Do we share equal power in the relationship?â
âWhat?â
âDo we: A. work as a team or D. you get angry when I try to make decisions without you???â
âFirst of all,â you frown, âwhat the hell are you talking about? Second of all, why are you going from option A straight to option D?! Itâs upsetting my balance.â
âIâm trying to see if youâre toxic, so Iâm taking this relationship quiz,â he says before pressing something.
There might be some sensitive sort of nerve in your temple which is jumping out right now. âIâm not your lover.â
âYeah, I know,â Shidou agrees while continuing to do whatever he is doing, not even bothering to conceal it. âI just wanna see.â Then, after more tapping, he lets out a performative gasp. âThe quiz is saying youâre a red flag!â
âShut up.â You throw your pillow at him, though they donât spend much time together since he flings it back almost immediately. âYou are, too.â
âIs it meant to beâŠ?â
âGood night.â
âI thought you were already sleeping,â he lies with a facetious smile on his face. âRed flag, red flag!â
___
Shidou almost breaks out into a sprint, but you pull him back with a handful of his jersey, almost tripping him. âLetâs make a more nonchalant entrance,â you say, even if you donât need to go out together.
âHuh, why? I wanna go out and play already,â he says, seemingly annoyed, though he does slow down to match your pace, shoving his hands in the sides of his pants from the lack of pockets.
You ignore the action and reply, âWell, I belong on the field and itâs natural Iâll be showing up, so thereâs no reason to be too excited about it.â
âWhat a load of bullshit,â Shidou says, amused. âAre you any good when youâre shooting in the opponentïżœïżœs net?â
âGuess you need to give me a good show. Otherwise, I start misbehaving when Iâm bored.â
âYou donât need to worry about that at all!â Shidou swings an arm around your shoulder with a grin which seems a bit too elated. âJust keep your eyes on me and Iâll get you all excited.â
Youâre about to retort with something about how you really doubt it, but grow preoccupied with blowing a kiss at the audience who doesnât even know who you are. In this moment, Shidou realizes youâre some momentous kind of knobhead. Itâs rare heâs the voice of reason, but youâve given him a few opportunities to act as such the last few weeks.
___
Though Shidou already scored once, youâve been stuck on defense the whole time, or getting marked by that pesky guy Isagi. You grit your teeth. Heâs trying to piss you the fuck off and you know it. He wants you to lose your marbles so you become a liability.
If you have to be honest, you always think of everyone else on the field as an obstacle, even your teammates. You cannot name a point in time when this hasnât been the case. In high school, you had the best scoring ability on your team, but messed up a lot and couldnât synergize with the rest of them, and youâd get benched more often than not. And it always drove you crazy how your replacement couldnât play to save his life, but somehow he was preferable.
Hell, you donât even like playing most times. Your skin is always itching, giving you this familiar feeling that youâre about to burst into a pile of angry, gory entrails. Everyone else always calls these episodes tantrums or⊠or other synonymous words, youâre not good with words, but to you, it really feels like Armageddon when you get upset.
You mostly had fun practicing by yourself, kicking the ball on and on, running down the river for hours. It was liberating in a way, with no incompetent midfielder to tell you where you can and canât shoot from, or missing the spot youâre trying to go for because your plans donât match, or everyone telling you that you donât fit in, or any people at all. Itâs one big pain in the ass, playing football, but youâre so obsessed with it.
Shidouâs second goal snaps you out of this mulling you were doing. You blink in begrudging amazement. Itâs like he took flight, or ascended, or something else dramatic of that nature.
The desire to score and steal the attention from him overwhelms you.
You donât have to be the one whoâs dancing out of sync anymore, if everyoneâs going in your tempo. If Itoshi Sae doesnât mind passing to these bad, bad spots you love so much, you can move freely just like Shidou.
When the ball goes back in play, you stay back and observe for a moment, before diagonally sprinting across the field.
âHi,â you greet Sendou, before swiping it away from him and kicking it overhead all the way back to your sideâs penalty area.
He stares at you in a mix of incredulity and irritation. âWeâre on the same team!â
âAces who canât score donât get to question me, okay?â
âYou-â
But youâre already running again, continuing the zigzag pattern.
Aiku â who miraculously secures the ball and passes to Sae after your movements put everyone else on the field in disarray â hollers in half amusement, âWhere the hell do you think youâre shooting?â
All this stupid fucking noise. âWinningâ and âlosing,â âheroesâ and âvillains,â âsensibleâ and âirrational,â everyone else always lets these plebeian concepts constrain them. Is it such a crime you donât want to let anyone chain you down?
Sae passes the ball with you back and forth while you cut across the pitch, closing in, confusing and slipping past the defenders with your flitting and nonsensical dribbling. Karasu tries to intercept you, so you kick the ball to Shidou on the opposite wing with Reo breathing down his neck.
He has no choice, but to kick it a few paces ahead of you, where you arrive after shaking off Karasu by jumping around him during the shoulder-to-shoulder tackle.
âYa move like a dumbass.â
âItâs really not fair when I have to give it back to you,â Shidou joins in on the yelling. By the expression heâs making, you canât tell if heâs angry or excited. âTease!â
Youâre approaching the goal line, with Blue Lockâs side focusing on blocking you and limiting Saeâs courses. Oh, you can tell heâs gonna give you a really nasty one, so you canât help but pass it back to him, hoping he can assist you in brute forcing your way through the rabble. Everyone is more or less floundering all the way to the left, drawn to your madness.
Itâs kind of sadistic when he has you scrambling for the ball right in the middle of all this mess â unidentified limbs and bodies reaching for it at the same time. You jump and mime a kicking motion before trapping it, lobbing it over your head, then twisting your body in mid-air, viciously striking it into the net with your nondominant foot, right through the clear path where no one is guarding.
âA crazy feint in mid-air?! Against all logic, U-20âs [L/n] [Y/n] secures the goal!â
You land on your back with your legs shooting up in the air. You see Isagi hovering near Shidou, who was wide open. He mustâve been predicting you to give it up. He was reacting to you?
The audience is screaming my name⊠But right now, Iâm just kind of happy to be playing with everyone.
Huh. Itâs kind of like youâre practicing by the river again.
___
Sae knows you donât need much provocation to blow a fuse.
What he doesnât expect is for you to also be very easy to please.
He also feels like a really big, smelly, juicy slab of meat with two hyenas breathing down his neck, what with Shidou jumping on his back and babbling about something and you taking his hands in yours before kneeling and proclaiming, âPlease marry me.â
What the hell?
He wretches his fingers out of your hold, leaving you in the same position since youâre apparently too delusional to stop, huge smile on your face and all despite the rejection. Then he throws Shidou to the ground.
The phone number would cost three points. Sae isnât sure how much matrimony is worth.
Shidou averts his interest to you, leaving Sae as the witness to whatever embarrassment is about to occur. He grabs you and forces you to stand up.
âYour explosion was the freakiest Iâve seen yet. Ka-boom!â
Is this supposed to be a compliment?
âAre you kidding me, your goal before that got me all fired up.â
Wow, and you, by all accounts a big-headed prick, are returning the kind(?) words.
âPretty fun, isnât it?â asks Shidou. âIâm having a blast.â
âIâm so happy and free of restraints, itâs like Iâm on acid. No, something stronger. Ecstasy! DMT! PCP! Meth! Feeling this good should be against the rules! They should suspend me for doping!â
âYou get me,â Shidou says in astonishment, parting his mouth in surprise. âYou totally get me! Itâs not something that makes sense! Itâs a sensation! A state of existence! Letâs stay in symbiosis forever!â
What the fuck is going on.
You intertwine your fingers with his and proceed to dance by spinning around each other in a circle like some freaks. Sae steps out of earshot inch by inch, fleeing the scene.
___
Youâre gathering your things from the apartment since you and Shidou need to leave tonight. You spent two hours trying to DIY fix the balcony door again, but the endeavor was unproductive. For him, the most time-consuming task was retrieving all his products from the bathroom.
âYou know, youâre so much fun when youâre in a good mood,â Shidou says, probably still thinking about the match, even though your team didnât end up winning.
âHey, Shidou. Do you remember that weird thing you said?â
âWhat thing?â
God, of course he doesnât register the shit he spews as abnormal. You roll your eyes. ââLetâs stay in symbiosis forever.â Did you mean it?â
âI already told your demented ass Iâm pretty straight-forward. I donât say things just to say them! Get it through your head. Lip service is lame.â You frown and let out a noncommittal hum in response, which makes Shidou nudge you then poke you in the face until you respond. âWhatâs the matter? Youâre not hitting me or screaming, so must be something bad.â
âIâm⊠Iâm alone a lot, and I mean alone, not lonely, donât get it twisted, so this is a big promise. Weâll have to make a blood pact over it if youâre serious.â
âHm? Okay.â
âWhat, really? Just like that?â
âMake it the promise of a lifetime,â he sings, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer so youâre standing cheek-to-cheek. âYou drive my love cells wild.â
The stare you scrutinize him with is one of abject horror.
âCome on, say something.â He starts poking you â this time in the ribs â when you donât respond for a long time, but his grin settles into a thin line as if heâs possibly afraid he mightâve put you off.
You elbow him in the stomach, which distracts him from the jabbing he was doing, and then your demeanor switches entirely because you smile, point up your index finger and declare, âYou know what? I like how enthusiastic you are about me. Letâs get married.â
Shidou bursts out laughing and this is apparently amusing enough for him to forget the way you shoved him back. âYouâre kinda intense.â
âMe? Intense? And you arenât?â
âNah, Iâm pretty chill.â
How youâre both this self-unaware, no one will ever know.
___
y/n to sae: Me and my boyfriend saw u from across the bar and we really like your vibe
#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#shidou ryuusei x reader#shidou x reader#blue lock x you
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A/N: I'm not sure if this will satisfy this. Please tell me if it doesn't, because baby....you ain't right for that video! How about a little corruption kink to go with that shy-ish reader?
Masterlist Chapter 2
Pairing: Dom!Zyair Malloy x Lawyer!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Slow burn. Corruption kink, minor D/s elements, power imbalance, all consensual. Some mentions of violence.
Summary: When Zyair Malloy, an artist accused of killing his ex-girlfriend, walks into your office, you want to throw him out. However, he's caught you at a time when you're beginning to fight for a different life for yourself. Zyair awakens things in you that you never thought you were capable of. Will you survive it?
Word Count: 4,036k
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âAre you fucking serious?â You snapped into the phone, staring at your computer screen. Ever since your no-good husband fucked off his job, you took a more proactive role in looking at your finances. No longer a two-income household, you were back to budgeting and making your money stretch.
You werenât poor by any means, thank goodness, but you couldnât ball out anymore whenever you wanted. No more expensive food deliveries or restaurants, no more spa days, no more impromptu trips on the weekends or after a major case.
âWhat?â Your husband asked, like the idiot didnât know what you were talking about.
âYou bought your mom that expensive ass necklace with my money?â You hissed. You felt like crying. Every day, your husband, Kal, made you feel small. Or like you were going crazy. You didnât want to turn into a screaming harpy every time he did something. But he was always doing something.
âIt was her birthday,â Kal said defensively, having the nerve to get huffy.
âKalââ You cut yourself off. You gripped the phone tightly, the sides pressing into your palms enough to hurt.
You heard your name called behind you and you turned around to see your assistant, Callie, standing beside a large man. He filled up the entirety of your office door, standing like a dark spector in all black and black shades pushed up to his head.
Callie looked haggard, out of breath, as she pleaded with you with her eyes. You didnât know how long they had been standing there or how much they heard. Kal was in the middle of some bullshit excuse about not being shown up by his older brother.
You hung up in his face, saving your energy for the fight you were bound to have at home. You opened your arms to Callie, indicating what the hell she thought she was doing letting a stranger into your office. Especially when you told her to clear at least an hour for the verbal tongue lashing you planned to give to Kal.
âI tried to stop him. I told him you were in a meetingââ
The man pushed forward with a mean swagger to his step. He approached you and held out his hand. âIâm Zyair Malloy,â he said.
You looked from his outstretched hand to the man himself. The name sounded familiar but you were still in âbitchâ mode. A bubble of heated emotions with nowhere to direct it to. Too bad. He was attractive. With rich, dark skin, a neat beard, and a sense of style. He had a neat smile as well, instantly putting you at ease.
The problem was, you didnât want to be at ease. You wanted to rage and scream. You were hurting and you wanted the world to stop for a minute and comfort you. Tell you that you werenât crazy and you deserved some type of retribution for the shit you put up with.
âYou canât barge in here. If you want to make an appointmentââ
âI need you,â he said, cutting you off, which you hated. His words, however, had the opposite effect and you felt your body heat up in strange ways. âI need the best lawyer and thatâs you.â
âMr. Malloyââ
âZyair,â he said, cutting you off again.
You narrowed your eyes and put your hands on your hips. âMr. Malloy, this is a bad time,â you said.
âZyair,â he said again, giving you a small smile. âMaddy said you were the best. After you helped him with Vinny, he canât sing your praises loud enough.â
Now it started to make a bit of sense. You vaguely remembered Maddy mentioning something about this man, something about him needing a lawyer. After getting a stiff drink to deal with the dinner, you barely remembered anything. It still boggled the mind how Kal and Ray came from someone as sweet as their mother.
You liked your mother-in-law. It was a rare sentence, but after all sheâd been through, you kind of understood why she protected her boys so tough. Their dad absconded with his secretary, leaving the boys and their mother to fend for themselves. She did have a problem with your best friend and sister-in-law, Charlise. Youâd never been able to get to the bottom of it, and you asked Charlise at least once a week.
âMr. Malloy,â you started, placing emphasis on his last name. âThis isnât a good time like I said.â
âHear me out. Five minutes of your time and Iâll compensate you for it. JustâŠplease,â he said. All amusement left him. He looked into your eyes and you found your resolve weakening with every breath that passed.
Hell. It would be the easiest five minutes you got paid for. You nodded to Callie and she breathed a sigh of relief, leaving your office and leaving you alone with Zyair. Your phone buzzed in your hand, Kal calling you back. You had a number of missed messages. He hated when you hung up on him. Good. Bitch nigga.
You pointed to the chair in front of your desk and walked around to your side, grabbing the chair and sitting in it. You had a gorgeous office, with clear walls and an amazing view of the Chicago skyline. You worked damn hard to get here and you were not cheap.
âI should warn you that five minutes will cost you, Mr. Malloy,â you said. He looked like he had a bit of money, but again, you werenât cheap.
He relaxed into the chair as if he owned it. As if he dragged it into the room behind him and plopped down. Like a king surrendering to a temporary throne. He cleared his throat. âIâm being accused of killing my ex-girlfriend,â he said.
âDid you do it?â You asked.
He startled, blinking a few times at you. âI thought lawyers didnât ask those type of questions,â he said.
âIâm not most lawyers. Doesnât matter if you did. Everyoneâs entitled to a defense and I canât do my job without the full picture. I donât like being blindsided,â you said. The absolute worst feeling in the world was being in the courtroom, caught with your pants down because the prosecutor trotted out a surprise attack. The key to a good defense was being prepared. And that meant knowing absolutely everything.
Zyair nodded like he was satisfied with the answer. As if all this time, he was silently interviewing you. It was weird. It grated. And it made you want to win his silent approval.
Maybe this had been a mistake. You were still reeling from Kalâs betrayal. The last thing you needed was a possible criminal darkening your door and confusing your feelings.
âI didnât kill her. I swear on my life that Iâm innocent,â he said.
You huffed. âEveryoneâs innocent, Mr. Malloy,â you said. âCan you prove it? What do they have on you?â
âBlood found on one of my paintings. Trashed apartment. No body and my alibiâŠletâs say they donât believe me,â he said.
âWhere were you?â You asked. It was interesting that he was open with details except when it came to his alibi.
âA place they donât have receipts. I value my privacy and it wonât do me any favors to offer up where I truly was,â he said.
You tapped a nail on your desk as you mulled him over. Usually, you were a better judge of character. Your discerning eye was legendary in the lawyer sphere, able to hunt through bullshit. Again, you blamed Kal. He got you so discombobulated, you couldnât determine if Zyair was being real or not.
âWhy should I take your case? A law student could defend you and get you off,â you said.
Zyair rubbed his jaw, looking out of your window for a beat before flicking his eyes back to you. âYou ever feel like youâre being punished for being you? For not fitting in with the Black monolith stereotype?â He asked.
You blinked. You knew exactly how that felt. Like every room you entered was a battleground and you had to assess it like a war general. And yet, at the end of the day, you were too Black, too aggressive, too quiet, too mean, too sassy, or too bossy for someone and they concluded that you were evil incarnate.
You stared at Zyair long enough for him to continue. âI haveâŠdark tastes. And Iâm not always able to find partners who share those tastes. My artwork, my way of thinking, myâŠidentity is other. And once youâre other youâreâŠâ
âNothing,â you finished.
Zyair nodded. âI live fast, live hard, and love even harder. It can be strange from the outside looking in and I feel like Iâm getting a raw deal because of that. Not because I actually did anything to anybody. I have no priors. Iâm not out here in the streets living like a diva, getting arrested every other Tuesday. I just want to do art and I donât wanna lose that shit because the DA got it out for me.â
You choked on a laugh. âThe DA?â It was truly amazing how people told on themselves the longer you allowed them to talk. âDid you approach me because the DA is prosecting this?â
This fucking family. You wanted to throw your sofa threw the glass window. Which would be quite a feat since the glass was reinforced and the couch weighed hundreds of pounds. You stared at it. It was a really comfy, teal sofa. Oftentimes, when working on a case, you laid on it and lamented about the state of the case before you or Jimmy managed to find a hail Mary.
âYes. And because youâre the best lawyer in Chicago,â he said and managed a saucy smile. You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile of your own. At least he was honest about that.
You took a deep breath, sighing audibly for his benefit. You werenât completely sold. But you did have a little devil on your shoulder telling you to take the case just to spite Ray. Just to stare at him from across the dinner table and watch him sit and stew about how he couldnât order you around.
âIf I take this case, Mr. Malloyââ
âThank you!â He said, grinning wide. Fuck. His smile was gorgeous. He could be a movie star if he truly wanted to with a smile like that. It managed to be flirty and mysterious at the same time. Like he was sitting on a secret and teased you about it.
âIf I take this case, we have to get some things clear,â you said and raised your eyebrows. Zyair stopped smiling and folded his hands in his lap. The picture perfect attentive listener.
âI am not your friend. Iâm not your therapist. Iâm not your sister, your mother, your cousin, your bartender, or your rabbi. If I do this, I need the truth. No matter how uncomfortable you are. No matter how embarrassing. I canât defend you with one arm tied behind my back.â
To his credit, he didnât interrupt this time. âIf I take your case, my word is law. Will that be a problem?â
Zyair visibly relaxed, sinking down into your plush chair. A king indeed. âNot at all. I love taking orders,â he said.
You narrowed your eyes at him. You were pretty sure he was flirting. Hell, itâd been so long since you were flirted with you were starting to lose your touch. âAnd Iâm definitely not someone whoâs going to sleep with you, Mr. Malloy.â
Zyair held up his hands with another one of those devastating smiles. âWouldnât dream of it,â he said.
You knew he was full of shit and yet⊠âIâm going to think about it. You can leave your payment with my assistant that you bullied,â you said.
âYes, maâam. I also want to apologize for barging in. Iâll apologize to your assitant as well.â He stood up, fixing his sweater around his broad shoulders. Someone that damn fine shouldnât be allowed to wear all black. With his complexion, the black outfit seemed to melt into his skin. And highlight it at the same time.
âLeave your contact information as well. If I take the case, Iâll let you know.â
âI look forward to hearing from you.â He gave you one last, smug smile before turning and leaving your office.
It was probably a mistake to entertain this foolishness. You watched his retreating form, heading to Callieâs desk to speak to her. You watched as he moved, as he interacted with others. He wasnât a man used to hearing the word ânoâ.
You werenât sure how well this will play out. Already, he seemed to grate on your nerves as he was unable to let you have the last word. You could see yourself butting heads with him a lot.
You fired off a quick text to Jimmy to meet you in your office. A moment later, Jimmy breezed into the room.
Jimmy was reliable. That was one of his most redeeming qualities. And he was just as shady as you needed him to be. You relied on him a bit too much, but he never seemed to mind. Even when you had him doing off the books investigations like determining if your husband was cheating on you or not.
It was one thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldnât do better but he still loved you. It was an entirely different thing to have a deadbeat husband who wouldnât do better because he was balls deep in some other bitch.
Jimmy sat in the seat that Zyair previously occupied and rested one leg over his knee. He was a man that reminded you of a puppy some days. Fidgety and playful, he couldnât sit still sometimes. âWhatâs up, boss?â He asked.
You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs. âI need everything you can dig up on Zyair MalloyâŠâ
Early dinner with the family. Yay. You snuck a glass of wine as Charlise finished setting the table. You helped, setting out dishes that Charlise spent all day cooking.
âThis smells incredible, Char,â you said. The saucy, herb-like aroma filled your nostrils and made your mouth water. Despite your attitude, Ray and Charlise had a beautiful home with a nice kitchen. They had to; they had beautiful children to look after.
You shared an apartment with Kal. An expensive apartment with a beautiful view. Lately though, it seemed more like a gilded cage. Some days, you swore the walls were closing in on you. Just for you to blink and realize that the walls were perfectly fine.
âThanks, sis,â she said with a tight smile. Likely gearing up for whatever criticism was coming her way.
âChar,â you started.
âWonderful timing! Isnât it a little early to be drinking?â Ray boomed, waltzing into the dining room like he was king of the castle. Funny how him walking into the room paled in comparison to Zyair. There was a commanding presence surrounding Zyair. Whereas Ray seemed like a kid playing in his fatherâs suits and ties.
âIsnât a little early to be a dick?â You shot back, taking a sip of your wine and smiling at him over the rim.
He sighed, staring at you as you did so. You knew he wanted to say something nasty. Something to get your chest burning with rage as you fought not to scratch his eyes out. He was saved from saying anything as his mother, Azalea, and Kal walked into the room as well.
Ray didnât spare his wife a glance as he held out the chair for his mother to sit down at the head of the table. Ray and Kal sat on either side of her, leaving you and Charlise to sit across from each other, next to your respective man. It left you without an ally to whisper to while Azalea talked about living the retired life.
She was a sweet woman when she wanted to be, but she genuinely needed a hobby that did not include meddling in her sonâs lives. Looking at them together, it made your heart ache to see how much love and respect flowed through them.
You and Charlise often talked about how hard it was to enter their orbit. You got it. They only had each other. But it often made you feel alienated, like you werenât allowed in the cool club.
âThank you for showing up tonight. Food actually looks good tonight,â Azalea said. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your sister. But Charlise caught your eye and shook her head.
Bless her. Charlise let these people walk all over her. You wanted to shake her. Didnât she have any kind of self-respect? Didnât she want to be happy in her marriage, speaking her mind? Who cared if these people got upset?
No woman in history ever became happy by biting her tongue and cowing to a man. You backed down however. You didnât want to make Charlise uncomfortable in her own house.
âI wanted you to hear it from me, that Iâm running for Mayor of Chicago,â Ray said. Bowls were starting to get passed around and you stared at Ray. Was he fucking serious?
âThatâs amazing, bro!â Kal said. With is goofy ass. You couldnât help rolling your eyes at your man. His hero worship of his brother smooth got on your nerves. And you werenât done being mad at him for the necklace fiasco.
After a royally fucked up argument between you, he retreated to the living room to play video games all night. Giggling and shit into the microphone. Was he twelve or a grown ass man?
The argument went no where and you spent the next few days in a quiet, cold apartment unwilling to tolerate being in the same room as him.
âThis new case is going to get me there. Once I bury that bastard Zyair Malloy â excuse my language, Mother â Iâm all but a sure win. We need to crack down on crime and painting him as the monster he is will be the icing on top.â
Azalea clapped her hands, grinning from ear to ear, pleased with her sonâs ambitions. You played with the idea of blurting out that you were defending him. Jimmy turned up quite a bit about Zyair. Enough to make you curious about how he spent his time when he wasnât showing off his artwork in galleries or attending fundraisers for the arts.
You didnât see anything too incriminating in the online stuff. In private, Jimmy tracked him to his studio and to his home. There wasnât many instances that Zyair was caught out partying. Doubly so now that he was accused of murder. The press was having a field day with âDreamboat Turned Killerâ.
âIâm thinking about defending him,â you announced, taking a sip of wine. The table quieted as everyone looked at you.
Azalea was the first to giggle. âOh sweetie, donât say that. You canât try the case against your brother-in-law. Isnât that a conflict of interest?â Azalea looked between you and Ray. The both of you were currently locked in a stare down.
He blinked first and you hid a smirk behind another sip of wine. Youâd have to ask Charlise what the hell she bought. This type of sweet red had you feeling more reckless than usual.
âIâm sure we can be professional. Wouldnât you agree?â You asked.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Kal hissed. You ignored him, still staring at Ray. He smiled, seemingly at ease. But you saw the crease in the corners of his eyes. The way his mouth tightened.
âYouâre not defending him,â he barked.
You giggled. You began to dig into your food. You took your time swirling the spaghetti noodles around your spoon and then bringing it to your lips. You were on the fence but now you werenât. It was petty to take a case because someone said you couldnât. But a part of you was reaching your limit with Ray and his overbearing, egotistical ways. Men like him couldnât snap his fingers and expect you to hop to.
âYes, I am. You just convinced me. Thank you so much, Ray,â you said. You were the only one eating. That was fine. Charlise looked at you as if youâd lost your mind.
Perhaps you did. You hadnât told her about Kalâs fuck up and it was killing you. You were more ashamed than anything else. More hurt that your once perfect life was crumbling before your eyes and you couldnât do anything about it. The least you could do was have fun on the way down.
Ray chuckled. âYou must not have heard me. Youâre not defending him.â
You continued to chew as if he didnât lay down another order. When you were done, you wiped your mouth with the napkin. âYes, I am.â
âBabyââ Kal said. You held up a hand to hold him off. There was nothing his bitch ass could say to sway you at the moment. With the way you were feeling, you were liable to spill his little secret too. That his junkie ass was getting high off of his own damn supply.
âDo you have any idea what kind of shit storm this would kick up if my sister-in-law defends the same man Iâm sending to prison?â
âYou sound pretty sure of yourself, that heâs going to prison. With me defending him, heâs probably going to get a personal apology from the real Mayor,â you said.
Was that vein thumping in his temple? You watched his jaw flex as he chuckled again.
âYou are ââ
âI have cancer!â Azalea shouted.
You dropped your fork and spoon onto your plate, a loud clanging sound ringing out. Azalea huffed, fresh tears welling into her eyes. âOh, please donât fight! I shouldnât have just blurted that out. ButâŠweâre family at the end of the day,â she said. She cut a scathing look at Charlise. âMost of us anyway.â
âMother, what do you mean?â Kal asked.
She leaned her hands forward, palms up. Kal and Ray took one of her hands in theirs. She sniffled a bit, looking back and forth between them. âI have cancer, my babies. I hadnât been feeling wellâŠâ She trailed off and shook her head. âIâm not sure what stage I am orâŠoh, itâs so overwhelming. Thereâs so many tests my doctor wants to run. Anyway. I donât want us to fight, okay?â
She looked at you, fresh little tears in her eyes that miraculously hadnât fell yet. You felt awful for thinking it, but you werenât always sure your mother-in-law was as sweet as she seemed to be. There were moments, often like this one, where she always had clever words. Clever delivery too. Moments where she seemed like a shark, biding her time in the water until some hapless fish happened by.
Just as easily, she looked so small and frail sandwiched between her sons, swallowed up by their hugs and their concern. She patted their hands and reassured them that she was fine, that they didnât have to worry so much, and that this shouldnât distract Ray from his big, important case or run for Mayor.
You picked up your wine, finishing it in one fell swoop. You shared a glance with Charlise. She didnât seem to buy the whole act either. You made a mental note to finally get to the bottom of what happened between them. What happened to turn Azalea against Charlise?
You sat back, looking at the mother and her sons comforting each other. Their worry was palpable. You offered your own condolences, but you felt like you were intruding on a private moment. Wasnât the first time you felt like that around them.
You dug back into your food and thought through defense strategies for Zyair. This case was important, you could feel it. You only hoped that you could defend him to the best of your ability. Just so you could see the look on Rayâs face in the courtroom.
Masterlist | Chapter 2
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bottomless brunch & shitty one-liners
pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader
word count: 959 đ
tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, crack, reader is just a drunk horny bastard :)
summary: 2 hours. thirteen cocktails and a whole lot of chaos.
notes: ...hey đ i know i said i wouldn't be posting/maybe not posting but i was looking through my fic ideas and this happened. whoopsies! đ€ honestly, this was just a silly idea i had because i came across a video of all the one-liners leon says in re4, which are very much present in this.
forgot to mention, there's biting...again đ i don't know what it is, but the urge to bite leon is quite real and that reflects in my fics đ hope y'all enjoy :)
Youâre drunk, disgustingly so. Bottomless brunch is always a good way to spend time with your dearest, spilling intimate talk amidst intoxicated giggles and basking in the foreverness of formed friendships. However, they do not come without consequence - that being you an absolute state in front of Leon. Your dutiful long-time partner, ever so sweet as he spared the precious time he has off from his missions to pick you up from the wild affair - thirteen cocktails deep - sheepishly greeting your friends that holler sexual innuendos as he helps you into the car. He does it anyway, because he loves you. He loves you, he really does - but youâre chatting out of your ass right now.
âYou know, considering how you move around the house, you must be the GOAT at what you do,â you mumble, smushing your face into the pillow as you cause nothing but a ruckus as you discard your additional pieces of clothing on the bed.
Sat on the bedroom bench, Leon shrugs his boots off, glancing over his shoulder at the mess you are. Stupidly drunk and struggling to shimmy off your jeans. Cute. âOh, baby.â
âThose one-liners thoughâŠthatâs a different story.â
The sweet moment is all but gone. âGee, thanks honey.â
Despite the fact that thereâs not a thought behind your eyes, you smile at his sarcasm. Snickering to yourself as you shimmy the last part of your jeans off before theyâre lazily discarded onto the floor. Youâll (Leon will) pick it up later. âHonestly! Bet youâre the type of motherfucker to be confronted with unbelievable atrocities, only to say, itâs my lucky day or something.â
Leon huffs in amusement. Heâs definitely said that before.
âGo on,â he decides to entertain your teasing, stripping himself of the leather jacket you went on and on about in the car looking so good on him. âWhat other one-liners do you think I say?â
You give a thoughtful hum, touching your chin as you lay back against the comfort of your shared bed. The time you take to answer has Leon taking a look back at you, questioning if youâd fallen into a drunken slumber, like a drunk middle aged uncle passed out on the couch, only to see your face flash as an idea pops into your head.
âOh, how about something like, time for the teacher to be taught?â
Itâs scary how well you know Leon. His most recent mission had him spewing the exact same words. It gives him goosebumps. âYou sure youâre not reading my reports when Iâm not looking?â
You giggle. âJust know how cheesy you can be, hon.â
âNow youâre just making fun of me.â
The laughter that erupts from you is unstoppable, so much so that youâre clenching your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. Leon can be so funny, so funny. Youâre lucky to have him, you think.
Once you wipe your tears of laughter, youâre bringing yourself to sit upwards. Slowly, of course. Wouldnât want to be sick all over the bed. Again. You move towards where Leon rests against the bedroom bench, draping your arms around his waist and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. âI kid, I kid. You know I love you.â
âJudging by what youâve just said in the past two minutes, Iâm not too sure.â He says, but he doesnât mean it. Heâs amused, if anything. You can tell by his amused smile and the playful raise of his eyebrows.
Your eyes skim over his features, carved to perfection and all yours.
You hug him just a bit tighter.
âCome on,â you nudge him, all playful in his ear as you coax him to look your way. He does, smoulder melting into his features as he gazes at you with a fondness thatâs all for you. You feel restless. Must be the alcohol kicking in. âThereâs that pretty smile, handsome.â
âHandsome, huh?â
You donât know what it is, but the simple echo of your words coming from him sets you off, sending you on a collision course towards the ever so sinful and lustful domain.
âExtremely so,â you bat your eyelashes and nudge him again. âCome on, handsome. Look this way.â
He looks at you. His face on full display and you take your chance, kissing the edge of his lips before you misaim and bite down on his jaw. âWhat is with you?â
Leonâs chuckling as you kiss the bitten territory, kissing up and down his face in sweet apologies. Leon doesnât miss when you bite down on his chin amidst the mess of kisses you leave.
âCanât help it,â you murmur lazily, cheek pressed against his shoulder. âToo sexy - even your goddamn chin. Make it make sense.â
âCanât believe that meme about your partner going out to bottomless brunch, only to come back a horny bastard is true.â Leon talks to himself but you perk up anyways, glimmer in your eyes.
âYou saw the memes I sent you?â
ââCourse I did,â Leon answers, placing a brief kiss against your temple. You relax into his touch. âI do other things besides say shitty one-liners on my missions.â
You smile, ever so grateful for the place Leon holds in your life. You couldnât imagine it any other way. âHow romantic.â
âOnly for you, baby.â
You hum against the exposed skin of his shoulder, peering up at the man with a devious glimmer in your eyes. Leon canât help but shake his head as he airs out a small chuckle.
âSo, about the meme,â you wiggle your eyebrows, pressing your body up against Leonâs wide back, grin as mischievous as ever. âHow about we put it to practise?â
And you do, making another mess of your sheets this time around.
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"Jimin and Jungkook's casualness isn't anything out of the ordinary but is still surprising"
'ì§ëŻŒ (Jimin) Choreography Practice Sketch' write-up âïž
Among Jimin's gruesome practice sessions and strict work ethics leading up to Face promotions, we were given a peak into a few moments out of Jungkook's visit on day 2.
What struck me (and even k-armys) is that they didn't even bother to pretend to be formal in front of the staff and camera + crew, which just goes to show how long gone are their age barriers in communication and behavior. Once again I know we are all well aware of this development between them, however it is still a bit surprising seeing that happen in front of strangers- especially at their workplace and during work, which is a formal setting. The significance of this may appear minimal to you but in Korean culture, the way you talk to someone but also what you discuss and how you phrase it is highly influenced by the age hierarchy. Allowing someone speak to you informally (even in the public or formal settings) means they now have the same rank as you and their word is thus referred to/significant on the same level as yours and they can express things way more directly. In a highly hierarchical culture with a strong respect for authority (or anyone above) this presents a disruption in an embedded way of thought and behavior that is in the minds of all Koreans from the very early age. ë°ë§ (banmal) of course does happen among many people even those who are not ìčê”Ź (friends- meaning people born in the same year) but it is not something that is just expected automatically and in any social setting. (I am excluding family ties here)
Thus, what the international audience may see and perceive only reading the translated subs:
"Ah cool, Jungkook came and supported Jimin"
What the Korean audience (or anyone with just a little knowledge of the language and culture) sees and perceives:
"Oh wow they are speaking informally so naturally to each other, they seem so close"
JK: "I'll cheer for/ support (you)"
(*said in a form that implies promise to someone for the future, informal tone)
JM: "Come again"
(*said as an informal command or request)
Other fav moments:
JK: "Noo, do it once (for me)!"
(*ìŁŒë€ on its own means to give, gift someone something; in combination with other verbs like íë€ (to do) it implies doing something for someone; the most accurate but weird way in English to translate would be: "give a doing" Here Jungkook commands/requests Jimin to do the dance for him in an informal tone which sounds veeery casual, especially considering the dancers nearby đ«Ł)
JK: "It's awesome/ You're awesome"
(*Again informal tone, the pronouns are not stated therefore both you/it could be inserted)
JK: "Will be cheering (for you), myself"
(Informal tone, said in a form that implies promise to someone for the future + Jungkook added ëŽê° at the end of the sentence to emphasize he personally will be cheering/supporting Jimin on. Reminder- Korean sentences don't need pronouns, therefore you can tell he used it for added emphasis)
All in all, Jungkook didn't use the formal level a single time besides when he was leaving and told Jimin + everyone else in the room to "take care" (ìêł íìžì).
Finally, to anyone trying to use Jungkook's informal "nope" to Jimin's direct requests to get his ass over there more frequently probably didn't catch just how """seriously""" both of them were taking that convo, as you can see from Jungkook's smirk hidden under the mask ă
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Also just how long were they teasing and saying bye to each other if there is a cut and suddenly Jungkook is standing on the other side, still saying bye and holding hands with Jimin? đ
This short edit of Jungkook's appearance tells a lot about their dynamic and reassures everyone that can perceive the tone of their closeness. I'm glad we could see a little bit of it in this video!
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Hey gurrl I'm new to your blog I absolutely love you stories and was wondering if I could ask one for cha eunwoo I can find an blk female book on him and it frustrating đđ
Well the company there are in is hybe
Cha eunwoo is a well established idol and actor while yn is still a trainee that eunwoo fell in love with and as been flirting with but she is an oblivions person so until he told her before she knew. Cha eunwoo age same as current while since yn is a trainee I would say 18
Soo sorry for the long ass questđđđŸ
a/n: omg sorry it took me forever to freaking get to this! Please forgive me. I wrote this in one night so I didn't have much time to check for grammar so I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.
Eunwoo waits for you after practice. Every day. Always at the door. He waits. The other trainees would playfully poke fun singing KISSING the nursery rhyme as they walk out giggling passing the older male. You're sweaty, your limbs feel like jelly and a tired smile smoothes onto your face every time you see Eunwoo. And damn he loves your smile. It reminds him of the early days of summer when the weather still felt a little nicer.
Sometimes you and Eunwoo didn't need to speak. There was that silent talk that said more. When his eyes said more too but you never notice the way he looked at you. The little pleading behind his dark eyes for you to look at him a little longer and the little hint of love hidden in his irises for you to find.
There's a close enough space between you and Eunwoo as you walk beside him. He intentionally lets the back of his hand brush against yours, just that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact was enough for him though he craved more than that.
âPractice go well?â
âI kept getting the steps wrong again and the teacher scolded me.â you pouted.
Eunwoo pets your head. âDo you want to practice with me?â
He knew the dance by heart. He sometimes watched in on you and other trainees to see how you were progressing.
âOh...No I know you're super busy preparing for your new drama. I don't want to bother you."
âYou won't be,â he said. âYou just need someone to fully break everything down to you.â
âThanks. I'd really appreciate that.â
For you, Eunwoo doesn't mind doing things like this even if his schedule is going to be super busy. He can always make the time for you.
Eunwoo took you to your favorite cafe, down the street from the company's building. Instead of you ordering for yourself, Eunwoo orders for you, knowing your drink combo by heart.
You never had any real friends growing up, even with the other trainees you've been with for almost a year, you still weren't sure if you could consider them friends. But with Eunwoo, you consider him to be your best friend. You and he did the things best friends do, talk in the way best friends do, send TikTok videos back and forth, with âLol this reminds me of you.â or âThis is so us.â
Eunwoo pays for your drink like he always does. And you would shove your money at him to take it. He never does. He's a good friend.
It's when you're both sitting outside the cafe, enjoying the nice weather that Eunwoo is staring at you, watching you drink from your cup. He's staring so long that you become a little insecure.
You choke on a laugh asking, âW-Why are you staring?â
âStaring?â Eunwoo's thick dark brown cock's up.
âYeah...At me.â
âI'm not starting.â
âYou're doing it now.â
âI'm not.â Then he looks away down at his drink while folding the corners of a white paper napkin that's under his cup. âYou, um... You look really pretty today.â
You laughed. He expected that. Your voice carries with the slight breeze that pushes by. âI'm not.â You said. âAnd after sweating all day, I'm surprised you don't think I smell.â
You raise your arm to get a whiff of yourself. Not so bad.
Eunwoo lets himself look at you. But don't full-blown stare at you. He tries to focus on the small things on you; like the yellow mustard stain on the front of your baby blue crop top that you tried your hardest to clean after lunch, then he looks at the lavender scrunchie on your wrist that he gave you back in April, you always wore it as good luck. He looks at the baby hairs on your arm. Then lastly, at the scar on your chin, you had gotten when you were five from your older cousin.
âEven after practice, you're still pretty,â he said.
Now that you think about it. This was Eunwoo's first time calling you pretty and you weren't sure why that coming from him made you feel like you were dancing on your tippy toes.
âYou never called me pretty before.â
But he has a billion times in his head.
âY/n, just accept my compliment.â he smiles. Of course he wanted to move along with the whole pretty thing because damn he wouldn't be able to explain why he thought you were pretty.
Or maybe he could. Or maybe he couldn't.
If someone were to ask him to name the five things he thought were pretty about you, he'd say, âFive isn't enough.â
âWhy am I suddenly pretty?â You pressed him playfully.
Eunwoo rips the corner of the napkin under his drink, balls it in a tiny ball, and throws it at your face.
âDid I say pretty?â
âYou did.â
âHmm, I think you misheard me.â
âI didn't.â
âI think you did.â he laughs.
âWhy are you denying it now?â
âDenying what?â
âThat you called me pretty?â
âDid I call you pretty?â
âEunwoo, stop messing with me,â you whined.
He winks at you getting up from the table and grabbing his cup and napkin. âI always thought you were pretty. I just never dared to actually say it out loud.â he walks away from the table.
You hop up grabbing your cup as you rush alongside Eunwoo. Slapping your hand out over his forehead, you checked for a fever.
âNo fever,â you mumbled. Your hand fell away. âDo friends usually find their friends pretty?â
âYeah, all the time,â Eunwoo said.
Yeah, but calling your friend pretty while you were in love with them was a different kind of pretty.
âOh,â you said. You threw your cup in a trash can and so did Eunwoo.
âI think you're just as pretty.â
Eunwoo's face warms up. âDâDon't say that.â
âIt's true though. Like your visuals are killer.â You gushed over him and damn, that made him want to stop walking and kiss you.
The walk back to the company was short. Your day wasn't over yet since you had vocal practice in the evening that lasted way later than you wanted to. You and Eunwoo linger in the company's lobby for a few minutes, just talking.
âI want to tell you something before you go,â Eunwoo said.
âOh, What is it?â
Eunwoo looks around at the few people walking through the lobby, he grabs your hand pulling you to a more private area without listening ears. His heart beats a little faster. His hands get a little sweaty. His words are a little stuck now.
âI like being your friend.â
âEunowoo, I like being your friend too!â you smiled up at him. And that man could have melted in his shoes.
âBeing friends is nice, but I don't think I want to be friends anymore,â he said quietly.
âDid I do something wrong?â There's a creak in your voice.
Eunwoo cups your face with his warm hands that burn at your cheeks. âOf course not, Y/n.â
âThen why don't you wanna be friends anymore?â
âBecause....â he paused. âI want something more with you than just a friendship.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Eunwoo playfully rolled his eyes. âI want us to be together.â
âWe're together now.â
He laughs. âNo, like I want us to be together together.â
âAs in....â You trailed off.
âBoyfriend and girlfriend.â
âOoooh like that.â you smiled warmly.
âYeah. Like that,â he said. âI've always been in love with you.â it's the way he says it that felt like a soft landing.
âYou have?â
You nod. âYeah.â
âSince when?â
âThe first time you smiled and said hello to me.â
Falling in love with you had been easy. You made it easy for him without even knowing it.
âOh, god, not that time when I had a milk mustache.â You made a funny face that made Eunwoo laugh.
âYeah, that time.â That was his favorite little memory of you.
You took Eunwoo by surprise when you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. Your kiss felt like heaven, like it was the sweetest thing, your lips perfect against his, and he could kiss you every day for hours, if that's even possible.
He kissed you back, his lips moving with urgency, like if he didn't kiss you enough or make it deeper enough you would just disappear. You feel his lips pulled into a smile.
âI love you, Y/n.â
#Cha Eunwoo#Cha Eunwoo x blk fem reader#kpop fic#kpop fanfic#kpop x black reader#kpop x ambw#kpop x reader#requested#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#Cha Eunwoo x yn#yn#kpop idol x reader#kpop x you#kpop x poc reader#kpop romance#fanfic#Cha Eunwoo x woc
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re: jess' tiktok
this post got a bit long so im cutting it for space but tl;dr i talk about how jess explaining her relationship with jason doesn't exactly paint aarmau in a better light and in fact makes it worse.
okay so everyone and their mother has seen jess' tiktok at this point. i made a brief video talking about it.
the video was basically me saying to leave jess alone about stuff in the past, especially regarding her real life relationship. i also apologized for believing the rumors with no proof.
but i wanted to come on here and talk about the ramifications of presenting her irl relationship dynamic with aarmau in specifically PDH and Mystreet.
aaron knew about aphmau's age from the beginning. he knew that he was older than 14 y/o aphmau and he knew that shu was significantly younger than him because she talked about her first day of high school openly with him.
aaron was presented as the better option. the savior. the knight in shining armor. he was mature and older than aphmau's of-age peers. he was always the person that aphmau could cry to and her escape.
in mcd that wasn't a problem because aphmau was an adult. but aphmau was a child in PDH, any way you swing it. i think PDH feels even grosser to me considering how they upped aphmau's innocence and naivety, making her appear even MORE childlike and wholesome.
because, like, jess. you weren't 15 when you wrote PDH, babe. if you knew it was wrong in real life why on EARTH would you put it in your fiction. if you as a grown ass adult knew that what you did as a child was wrong, why would you go on and GLORIFY IT in PDH and mystreet!
because no one calls out aarmau aside from sylvanna who is potrayed as a "psycho helicopter parent who doesn't really care about her kids happiness" when (in this specific case) she was RIGHT to be worried about aaron!
there's a difference between bringing awareness to a certain topic and fetishizing or glorifying it and that's what jess did. she potrayed an unhealthy relationship dynamic with a huge power imbalance and was like "yes, young teenage girls, this is what you should look for in a partner! this is the type of man you want in your life"
and tbh with the context we now have, it kind of makes her look worse because if you as an adult knew this was wrong and you feel guilty for it that is fine. but what isn't okay is knowing this shit is wrong and still writing it like it's perfectly okay!!!
bare in mind: i am not shaming jess for what goes on in her irl relationship.
im just confused and concerned because im trying to sit with this thought process in my head and it does NOT make sense because this situation was so easily avoidable.
literally just make aaron in the same age group as garroth and laurence. theyre only older than aphmau by a year! hell make aaron a freshman too for all i fucking care just not a SUPER SENIOR who is about to go to GODDAMN COLLEGE and who is literally old enough to pay TAXES.
you could've even not had aaron in PDH at all and have them meet in mystreet if you still wanted aarmau to parallel your in real life age gap.
anything. anything at all would've been better than what jess did
#also lol jess you solved one issue but#girl what about the other bad writing decisions you made#the queerbaiting?#the weird fetishization of japanese culture?#THE RANDOM INCEST YOU DECIDED TO THROW IN?#underpaying your VAS???#like jess please you tackled one issue so you know what we're saying#not that i supported jess in any capacity but this is just frustrating yk?#aphmau rant#goingbatty#aphmau#aphblr#mystreet#aphmau mystreet#aphverse#aphblur
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Mike's Media Medley; September and October 2024
so it turns out having 3 jobs and being a part time student means i dont wanna do anything ever so this will be kind of a lightning round in which i just state some brief thoughts and give a score on all the things i experienced for the very first time in september and october 2024.
Movies (2024 releases): Blink Twice, My Old Ass, Transformers One, Saturday Night, The Wild Robot
Movies (non-2024 releases): Rear Window (1954), In The Heat of the Night (1967), TĂĄr (2022)
Video games: Touhou Mystia's Izakaya (2021), Cult of the Lamb (2022), Sonic x Shadow Generations, Balatro, and Mouthwashing (2024)
Blink Twice
this is zoe kravitz's directorial debut and im gonna be honest this kind of slayed. i saw some people complain about how long the build up goes but i think the build up makes the twist work even better. speaking of the twist PLEASE take the warning at the beginning of the movie very seriously.
really enjoyed it and might watch it a second time to see if i can pick up new details but i think seeing it two times will exhaust its appeal to me, i think that's like the max i can enjoy it. really good movie but it hinges on the twist.
btw the title card popping up EXTREMELY briefly during a camera flash? 10/10 no notes
77.5/100
In The Heat of the Night (1967)
i think this movie is like, Fine. definitely a solid movie with good performances. i think the cultural context it was made in elevates it and i understand how BOLD this movie would've been back in the 60s (especially when sidney poitier slaps a white man) but as far as like. police procedurals/mystery solving etc goes its not my favorite but that's not necessarily the point.
decent watch, made better with the cultural context of its time
65/100
My Old Ass
this movie was ALRIGHT and i barely remember anything about it. i didn't hate it i don't think. i didn't love it. i think only one moment made me truly laugh and i can't even remember what that moment was.
40/100 on the basis of me liking it i.e it didnt piss me off like some other movies ive watched but maybe the score should be lower because i dont remember a thing about it idk
Rear Window (1954)
i meant to watch this in theaters for its 70th anniversary but i had to work both days it was showing so i rented it from my local library. this is my first hitchcock film and i thought it was REALLY good, definitely way better than i was expecting based on plot synopsis alone but that just shows i was a fool sorry for doubting alfred hitchcock
that being said watching old movies rly makes you notice how many young women get paired up with men twice their age and its narsty and i wanted the mc to die for most of the movie. im only half kidding. didn't care so much for the personal drama side between crusty ass man and his girl tbh
incredibly good suspense. might watch it again but idk if i would like it as much on repeat viewings
80/100
Saturday Night
i couldnt understand a word anyone was saying in this movie because of weird sound mixing and how intrusive the music was especially at the beginning which feels rly uh bad considering how talky this movie is.
wish i could give it a higher score but alas i didnt hear 75% of the plot or jokes which SUCKS because I AM RACHEL SENNOTTS BIGGEST SHOOTERRRRRR
40/100
TĂĄr (2022)
i was kinda bored by this. i got the point i just got bored. i dont rly remember much except thinking it was incredibly funny she got punished by the narrative into orchestrating video game concerts
technically very well made and cate is obviously putting her pussy into this it was just not for me.
45/100
Transformers One
now this is what im fucking talking about
i didnt think i remembered much about transformers but i watched this w my mom and the whole time we were going omg starscream omg soundwave omg i am optimus prime yassssss
choreography is fucking epic. jokes landed for me 75% of the time. but the obvious highlights are the character development and backstories for optimus and megatron. this movie was epic and you should watch it for free on your favorite pirate website because fuck paramount lives and SHOUT OUT TO BRIAN TYREE HENRY OF LEMON FAME WHO HASNT MISSED YET IM GONNA WATCH ATLANTA ONE DAY KING I PROMISE
85/100
The Wild Robot
gorgeous movie. lupita fucking killed it. cried at the end. dont think i would rewatch it much but i greatly enjoyed it. no notes go watch it
85/100
viddy games
Balatro (2024)
girl help
Cult of the Lamb (2022)
ADORABLE art style, lots of mechanics but not necessarily very in depth. the perks just feel kinda eh but i love the aesthetic and the music. also usually not big on things with religious themes but i let this one slide cuz its a cult doing. bad cult things LOL. also i love my little guys
Mouthwashing (2024)
theres literally so much i want to say about mouthwashing but what can i say that hasnt been said already...ill save it for my end of the year review because it is DEFINITELY making my top 7 unless these final 6ish weeks of the year are full of fucking bangers
Sonic x Shadow Generations (2024)
ok so i never played the og sonic generations much, i rented it on redbox once and my brother rented batman arkham city at the same time and we had one xbox so i barely played that thing before we had to return it becuz his stupid ass hogged it all weekend and im not bitter about this still at ALLLLLLLL but god i fucking love shadow the hedgehog so much hes truly the little guy ever
Touhou Mystia's Izayaka (2022)
so i haven't sunk a WHOLE lot of hours into this game because i keep getting distracted by other things but i think its VERY cute and chill and pretty fun and i might be tempted into the touhou project dark side maybe
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Title: Mermaid Pendant Fandom: 9-1-1 Characters/Pairings: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard Rating: Teen for language and non-explicit references to sex. Genre: Romance, fluff, feelings introspective, Tommy POV, and some slight angst. Summary: Tommy doesnât consider himself much of a video game person, outside of the occasional (and very competitive) rounds of Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers with some of the Harbor crew. (He sweeps at Mario Kart, actually. Lucy still owes him twenty bucks from the last time he kicked the entire shiftâs ass at Rainbow Road.) Evan, however, very much is a video game person, and itâs becoming one of Tommyâs many favorite things about him. Evan is always enthusiastic about who and what he cares about, as Tommy can happily attest to from personal experience. Tommy canât help but find himself charmed by how much Evan enjoys video games.
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Tommy gets to know Evan better through his love of video games and falls even more in love with him in the process. For day 4 of bucktommy positivity week, hobbies and dates.
Notes: Stardew Valley, Mario Kart, and Dragon Age? In my 911 fic? It's more likely than you think.
I started writing this for the day 1 prompt of bucktommy positivity week but eventually the video games aspect took over and I decided to save this for day 4. This also got a lot more heavy on the feelings too in the process so uh, oops?
Buck absolutely is a Harvey romancer in Stardew and you can't change my mind!
Feedback is always welcomed! Any and all mistakes are my own. Rated T for language and non-explicit mentions of sex.
For @bucktommypositivityweek prompt four: hobbies and dates.
Mermaid Pendant
Tommy doesnât consider himself much of a video game person, outside of the occasional (and very competitive) rounds of Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers with some of the Harbor crew. (He sweeps at Mario Kart, actually. Lucy still owes him twenty bucks from the last time he kicked the entire shiftâs ass at Rainbow Road.) Evan, however, very much is a video game person, and itâs becoming one of Tommyâs many favorite things about him. Evan is always enthusiastic about who and what he cares about, as Tommy can happily attest to from personal experience. Tommy canât help but find himself charmed by how much Evan enjoys video games.
Evan introduces him to video games through one of the nights when Evan has Christopher over to his loft while Eddie has a session with Frank. He and Christopher explain their favorite fighting game, and the strengths and weaknesses of each character and why they both have dibs on certain characters. Tommy watches fondly as Evan gesticulates wildly with his hands as he explains why a certain combination of moves is the absolute best way to destroy your opponent, and Christopher chimes in with a compelling counterargument about why a different combination is better. The way Evan lights up, as though he were a part of the neon background of the video game itself, warms Tommy in places he long since gave up for dead.
Tommy tries out the fighting game himself and loses handily. But he hardly cares, given how much heâs laughing at the teasing both Evan and Christopher give him; the creative trash talk reminds him of his previous video game sessions with his Harbor coworkers. He finally does win a round against Evan, who pouts. So, of course, Tommy has to press a kiss to his cheek about it. Christopher, a true teenager now, rolls his eyes.
Tommy gladly joins in the next time Evan has both Eddie and Christopher over for a video game night, teaming up with Evan. Even when they lose, Tommy still considers himself a winner for how Evan leans into him, squeezing his hand and entangling their fingers together between rounds, as they joke around with Eddie and Christopher. They munch on the snacks Eddie and Christopher bring with them â lots of chocolate but also fruit âfor balance,â Eddie says â and also the amazing nachos Evan made. Evan, Tommy, and Eddie enjoy rum with their Coke while Christopher enjoys just Coke. Evan glows like a whole gathering of fireflies, flickering vibrantly between all of them; his blue eyes shine and that birth mark above his eye that Tommy adores so much blooms in time with the lilting sound of his laughter. If Tommy werenât already so far gone on the man he might as well be drowning in the river Styx, he would fall even harder just from the sight of Evan so clearly in his element.
The next time they play video games, Evan introduces him to what he calls âthe best comfort game of all time,â Stardew Valley. Tommy watches at first while Evan explains the story of a farmer who inherits a farm from his dying grandpa; Evan talks about the various strengths of the different farms and how thereâs action, adventure, and even monsters despite the fact that this is a farming simulation. Tommy doesnât think much of the game at first but Evanâs commentary is fascinating, and the more he learns as he watches Evan play, the more Tommy finds himself drawn in, especially as he gets to know the various characters. (His heart may or may not skip a beat when he discovers Evanâs farmer has a dog named Hot Pilot.)
âWow, Pierre really is the worst!â Tommy canât help but notice after Pierre wins the Stardew Valley Fair using produce Evanâs farmer sold to him.
âHe is,â Evan confirms. âSometimes Iâm tempted to do a Joja run just to make Pierre miserable but that would involve making the Junimos miserable so I really can never do it because I would never be able to live with myself! I would die for each and every Junimo. And Iâll get my revenge next festival when I can really start pumping out the purple star wines.â His determined eyes and the sincerity with which he says he would die for the Junimos shoot straight through to Tommyâs heart, which already feels full to bursting at the seams for all that he loves about Evan Buckley.
Well, in fairness, Tommyâs more than willing to split his heart open for Evan.
âAnd obviously Iâm romancing Harvey,â Evan says as his farmer walks over to Harvey at the festival. He turns to look at Tommy, his face flushed pink like the strawberry cake Evan made for dessert the other night. Tommyâs committed this look to memory; one day heâll remember to actually commit this look to his phone. âBecause he reminds me of you.â
The admission hits Tommy like the first time he tasted Evanâs lips in this very loft; he gulps down air like heâs taking a shot, desperate to replace the breath Evanâs words stole in the span of a matter of moments. His face aches with the stretch of his smile as he drinks in the awe within Evanâs eyes fixed on him.
âI love you, you absolute nerd,â Tommy says, leaning over to kiss Evan soundly. Evan flails as he tries to pause the game; he only just manages before getting his hands in Tommyâs hair and pulling Tommy on top of him. Tommy grins into that kiss and the way Evan presses his name onto his tongue. Evanâs legs wrap around his waist, drawing Tommy in closer as they sink into one of Tommyâs other favorite activities that Evan just so happens to be vibrantly enthusiastic about.
(Tommy becomes addicted to Stardew Valley not long after they come up for air. They start their own co-op farm a few moments after that, which ends in round two when Evan âaccidentallyâ ends up perching in Tommyâs lap.)
In between the video games Evan is especially passionate about, they indulge in some video games Tommy happens to be more familiar with; Mario Kart is a favorite, especially. Chimney and Maddie host game nights, alternating between video games and board games, and Tommy finds himself enthralled by the way Evan throws himself willingly into each and every one that they play. Sometimes, they find themselves at Hen and Karenâs, now with Mara back under their roof, and Tommy enjoys watching as Evan plays with Denny, Mara, Christopher, and Jee-Yun, the cool adult of the youths.
Tommy especially likes playing Mario Kart when itâs just him and Evan, though. (And yeah, sue him; he went out and bought a Switch after playing Stardew Valley with Evan, so they can play together even when they canât be in the same place together. That co-op has gotten him through some of the worst shifts of his career simply by existing as a space where he and Evan can find each other again and again.)
âOkay, but like, what do I win if I win this race?â Evan says one night during a Mario Kart session with an arch of an eyebrow, lips quirked in a smirk accentuated by the cocky jilt of his chin in Tommyâs direction; itâs very hot. Tommy doesnât miss, either, the way Evanâs tongue swipes across his bottom lip with the confidence of all the creative ways Evan knows how to put that tongue to good use.
âOh, are we placing bets now?â Tommy responds, narrowly avoiding going over the edge of Rainbow Road. He smirks as he sends a Spiked Shell Evanâs way and maybe not so subtly brushes his ankle against Evanâs, who sucks in a breath at the friction. Tommyâs smirk deepens.
âFigured maybe we could make things more interesting,â Evan says, shrugging as he sends a Spiked Shell Tommyâs way this time. Tommy curses as he narrowly avoids being hit.
âHmm,â he says, considering a moment, tilting his head. He hooks his ankle around Evanâs, drawing out a sharply inhaled breath from his boyfriend. And then he realizes exactly how he could make this particular gaming session more interesting, as he decides to put forth the idea heâs nurtured like a windowsill herb garden for at least the past two weeks. Though, truthfully, heâs harbored this particular desire the more his relationship with Evan deepens, starting about the time of him meeting Evan in the hospital for Maddieâs wedding. âWell, how about this. If I win, you move in with me.â
Evan almost drops his controller; his eyes go wide and his entire face turns pink. âReally?â
He breathes out the question more than asks it, as if he still canât believe that Tommy is real, or that their relationship, going on a strong eight months now, is still real. Tommyâs going to buy him a bouquet of the brightest flowers he can find later on tonight to make sure Evan knows heâs going to show up for him every time.
âReally,â Tommy confirms with a nod. Heâd planned on asking Evan later tonight, during the special steak dinner he planned to cook for Evan. But Evanâs spontaneous desire to âmake things more interestingâ during Mario Kart calls to the deepest parts of Tommy that have spent so long waiting to find companionship; he wants Evan to come home to him. (For the rest of their lives, but that particular question is waiting until Tommy can ensure he makes that moment as grandly romantic as he can.)
Evan beams before turning back to the game, purposefully driving off of the edge of Rainbow Road with sheer glee. âYou win!â
Tommy throws his head back and laughs before Evan throws himself wholly into his lap, tackling him into the couch and eagerly tangling their bodies together. He loves this man so goddamned much.
He doesnât learn about Dragon Age until after Evan moves in. The moving process, while not without road bumps along the way, ends up a lot less rocky than Tommy anticipates. They do argue about duplicates (Evan is too attached to his kitchen knives, which, while frustrating, Tommy still finds adorable) and about how to rearrange Tommyâs home to make room for Evan. But even their worst fight ends when Evan apologizes by way of making Tommyâs favorite lasagna and Tommy, in turn, apologizes by way of giving Evanâs Jeep a complete work-up: oil change, fine tuning, and a thorough car wash. The make-up sex is especially invigorating after, too. (And Tommy especially loves this about Evan; he always tries to find solutions, even when he helps cause the problems.)
One night after they finally have most of Evanâs stuff unpacked and put away, Tommy finds himself unable to get back to sleep; he tosses, turns, and finds that Evanâs space in their bed is vacant, but the sheets are still warm, as though he only just left. He stretches and yawns, picking himself up to shuffle into the living room, where Evan sits on the couch (Tommyâs, as itâs the larger, more comfortable couch), staring at the television while desperately pressing buttons on his Playstation controller.
âDamn it!â He whisper-swears. Tommyâs mouth curves in time with the way his heart curves inside of his chest. He starts walking softly into the room; Evan turns at the sound, gaze widening when he spots Tommy. He looks bewildered and sleepy all at once, his hair unbound by product, all curly and sticking out at every angle. Itâs a damn good look on him but Tommy still wants to take Evan in his arms and wrap him up like a burrito.
âEverything okay, Evan?â He asks, making his way into the living room. He sits down on the couch and shuffles closer as Evan turns to stare at him, reaching out to brush his hand through Evanâs tangled hair. Evanâs eyes flicker at the touch; he leans into Tommyâs hand. Tommy smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the top of Evanâs head.
âShouldnât you be asleep? I didnât wake you up, did I?â Evan asks, concern etched into every crevice of his facial expression as he pulls back, eyes roaming up and down Tommy, assessing him as if they were out in the field.
âI could ask you the same question,â Tommy points out. âI woke up and you werenât there. Everything okay?â
Evan pauses, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He takes a moment to hit pause on the game heâs playing and sets his controller aside. He sucks in a breath and then exhales, his shoulders and chest sinking with the movement. Tommy gently circles his thumb in Evanâs hair and reaches over to grab Evanâs hand once the controller is out of the way. He entwines their fingers together and squeezes, waiting for Evan to elaborate.
âI couldnât sleep,â he admits. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to worry you.â He glances over to meet Tommyâs own gaze. âProbably shouldnât have had that last coffee with dessert.â
Tommy grins. âYou and me both, I think,â he says, gently knocking his shoulder into Buckâs. He forgot about that coffee, actually. But that would explain the restless night for both of them, now that he thinks about it. Still, he wonders if thereâs anything else keeping Evan awake at this hour. (He hasnât looked at his phone yet but heâs certain the hour is goddamned heinous oâclock.)
âAnd when I canât sleep, IâŠwell. I kind of think too much,â Evan admits sheepishly, his exhaustion (and current inability to combat that exhaustion) evident in the bags under his eyes. âSo I wanted to try and like, distract myself from my own thoughts.â
âYou want to talk about those thoughts?â Tommy asks, wondering what kind of thoughts, exactly, Evan is fighting off by playing video games this late at night (or early in the morning, technically). Anxiety is an asshole; he and Evan both have their own bouts with it constantly. Sometimes they talk about it; other times, they keep their struggles with anxiety to themselves. But Tommy always offers a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen whenever he can, especially ever since he learned about Daniel and Evanâs past of fighting so hard just to be seen. He wants Evan to know that he sees him always.
âNot really,â Evan says. He closes his eyes and leans in against Tommy while he takes another slow, steadying breath. He stays silent for a few moments, leading Tommy to think the subject closed. But just before Tommy can offer another subject of conversation as a distraction, Evan speaks again. âBut I guessâŠwell. Just a lot of bullshit about how Iâm inevitably going to screw this all up and ruin everything.â
Tommy reaches to wrap an arm around Evanâs shoulder, pulling him in even closer. He presses another kiss to the top of Evanâs head. âI wish I could send a Spiked Shell to those jerk thoughts of yours,â he says, speaking into the top of Evanâs curls. âSend them right over the edge and into the abyss.â Evan laughs; Tommy feels it reverberate against his side, life-affirming like his first sip from his first cup of coffee in the morning.
âHonestly, I wish you could too,â he admits, nuzzling in against Tommy. Tommy squeezes his arm around Evan. âBut this is good too. And helping a lot. Thank you.â
Tommy presses another kiss to the top of Evanâs head, just because he can. âOf course,â he says, a promise he intends to keep forever.
Eventually his gaze wanders to the television screen, where the game is paused on what looks like a group of people running from a man riding on what just might be the worldâs ugliest dragon. Or maybe a wyvern? He doesnât really know the distinction, though Evan probably does. âSo,â he asks, curious, âI donât think Iâve seen you play this game before. What is it?â
Evan pulls back a little to glance back at the television screen before turning his gaze back to Tommy. His expression shifts into a softly bright enthusiasm when he realizes Tommy wants to know about the game heâs playing. âOh, this? This is Dragon Age, specifically, Dragon Age II. I havenât told you about Dragon Age yet have I?â
âNo,â Tommy says, unable to keep the smile from unfolding on his face at the way Evanâs eyes spark with excitement. Tommy will never tire of Evanâs passion for sharing every detail of every fascination he has, whether itâs one of his favorite video games or a Wikipedia rabbit hole he falls down into because of a unique call during a shift. âPlease, educate me.â
Evan comes to life as he explains about he only recently got into Dragon Age himself after reconnecting with one of his old roommates from his âglorified frat house daysâ who happens to be a devotee of the series himself. Tommy listens as Evan explains darkspawn, Blight, an incredible fake version of Christianity that combines Jesus with Joan of Arc, the best kind of cursing (âOne of these days Iâm going to say âAndrasteâs Flaming Titsâ at work, I know I am, Tommyâ), mages verses Templars, and explaining how each game in the series so far is incredible, but heâs especially partial to Dragon Age II because of the way Hawke continually finds a way to survive despite all of the bullshit thrown at them and the found family dynamics that reminds Evan of the 118. (Chimney is definitely the Varric of the 118, and no, Evan is not elaborating despite Tommy begging him to.)
As Tommy holds Evan close, listening to him explain the history of the Dalish elves and how he really canât wait for the next game so he can, âscramble that egg Solas,â he thinks, yeah, Iâm keeping him. Iâm keeping him forever.
Tommy becomes enveloped into Dragon Age himself when Evan suggests he play Dragon Age: Origins. He becomes embarrassingly emotionally invested choosing the Cousland origin (âIâm going to stab that asshole Howe in the dick holy shit!â) and would absolutely give his life for his Mabari hound (named Evan, of course). Evan cheers him on and cackles with delight at Tommyâs running commentary, especially when Tommy shouts, unironically, âAndrasteâs Flaming Tits!â after dying to the Brood Mother the fifth time in a row.
And Tommy canât help but laugh with him, clinging tightly to this bright life heâs managed to build with Evan at his side.
A month later, Tommy doesnât know if he considers himself a video game person. But he does know with one hundred percent certainty that he is absolutely an Evan Buckley person. And, hopefully, depending on Evanâs answer when he finds Tommy at the end of this corn maze, mermaid pendant in hand (and a small velvet black box in his back pocket), a Evan Kinard person.
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u already know what im gonna say....
hcs for the protag and the sandals wearing ex-protag?
Itâs about time I give the people what they want- specimen 14 and 12âs Host hcâs
First the old man:
-Heâs about 50ish during the events of the post bad-ending. Heâs been stuck in the mansion for nearly 20 years and is specimen 12âs longest living host. Old ahh
-He used to be a far bigger threat when he was younger but age has slowed him down and his stamina is shit. He also kinda shrunk in size to do age and is constantly slouching. His bad posture does not help with his back pain
-The beds in specimen 12 are also pretty bad which also do not help with his chronic back pain
-In order to survive the old man resorted to cannibalism. 14 was initially grossed out by the idea but when they realized they didnât have any other options they tried it. Neither of them donât eat it raw tho. So to cook any meat they grab a torch off the wall to cook that shit. Once a personâs too rotten to eat they throw to the corpse to specimen 3 to finish.
-In order to get water they both have to take the long ass trek down to the Karamari Hospital to the ONE working water fountain in the entire mansion. That water is always ice cold at least. Where does it come from? God who knows
-The old man and 14 at first didnât like each other. Mainly cause 14 still viewed everyone as a threat and was highly suspicious of 12 and its host. Eventually they did start talking and relating to each other.
-The old man isnât always 100% under the control of spec 12. 12 only fully possesses him when an intruder enters the mansion. Other than that, 12 usually retains like 15-20% control over his mind.
-The mansion doesnât consider any of the specimens as Intruders, but more like highly annoying. Itâs more tense when certain specimens enter than others. However it no longer perceives 14 as a threat since he visits a lot and even cleans up the place from time to time.
-To keep himself occupied the old man either cleans up 12 or just sits around kinda zoned out. Sometimes he reads books in the library. Most of which are fake or ineligible but he doesnât seem to care.
-The old man lets 14 stay over in specimen 12 since he trust him enough. In reality he does it because heâs incredibly lonely and 14 is the only real person heâs interacted with in a long time. He likes 14âs company and finds him interesting to talk with.
-The old man plays a mentor role to 14. Often sparring to teach him better techniques and how to parry. He also keeps him out of trouble and gives him advice to stay sane and survive.
-sometimes when 14 gets into trouble, the old man will help him out then proceed to scold the hell out of them for being letting his temper get the best of him.
-The old man does have one fear and 14 is only one heâs admitted this to. Basically because heâs growing older and weaker, heâs worried that 12 is going to want to replace him with a younger and healthier host. He admits heâs worried that any intruder who comes in could be his replacement and that 12 will purposely try to get him killed.
-14 got really sad upon hearing this cause he knew the old manâs time up soon and cause heâs the only person 14 actually cares about.
-The old man has long forgotten himself and his life before the mansion. He also is somewhat embarrassed by his vlogging days and doesnât like talking about it. Although he still has his old camera, hidden away. He was able to find some batteries once and used those. Sometimes he goes through the camera roll and rewatches these old videos of himself, clinging onto these last bits of his humanity.
-Despite his smiling facade and closed off and quiet personality, heâs pretty depressed and lonely, which 12 exploits. Although heâll never admit this.
-Old man doesnât really talk to the other specimens but is tolerated. He only really talks to 14 or the spirits of previous hosts, like the hanging victim. Since they all haunt 12âs mansion.
-The old manâs room is on the second floor and so is 14âs âroomâ whenever they stay over. Although 12 does kick 14 out if he stays for too long.
Ight time for specimen 14
-Our ex protag is about 18-19 years old. Before becoming a specimen, they were a quiet yet friendly person who mostly kept to themselves. After becoming a specimen, their mask fell and they turned into a quiet, yet violent person who dislikes being around others.
-Theyâve been stuck in the mansion for about three months so far
-They have a massive distrust of pretty much everyone. He still thinks everyoneâs out to get them and is paranoid. Most specimens avoid him since heâll attack them if they get too close, no matter the situation. Even if theyâre trying to talk to them they might get an axe to the face.
-14 makes sure to destroy every specimen 1 they encounter.
-When 14 encountered the old man for the first time after becoming a specimen, they immediately tried to kill him. The old man responded by parrying the axe, knocking it out of his hands and hitting specimen 14 in the chest with the blunt side of the sickle. He then yelled at 14 telling him he sucks at actual combat and then they became good friends after that.
-Out of all the specimens, 14 hates Ben, Deer lord, and the taker the most. He especially doesnât like Ben and attacks him on sight every time. In total he has attacked Ben around 50 times and successfully destroyed Ben 33 out of those 50 times. (Ben can piece himself back together donât worry)
-if 14 sees the Taker it is also on sight. Heâs less successful in killing him tho
-When 14 and the Host go to the Karamari Hospital for water, they sometimes encounter monster 1. Monster 1 is used to having visitors come over to get water and sometimes strikes up a conversation with them. The security guard is one of the only ones 14 wonât attack. Itâs mostly cause he never saw the guard as a threat even before becoming a specimen. The guard also doesnât mind when 14 rants to him.
-The only other specimen that our ex protag can stand is the white cat. The white cat acts as his therapist and is one of the few things keeping them sane. Also 14 lets to pet and cuddle the white cat. 14 does feel very iffy about specimen 7. Especially since his mental state only got worse.
-he had a sort of alliance with a Rex. Basically whenever Rex has a problem with Ben, he gets 14 to get rid of Ben for him and 14 doesnât mind because destroying Ben is the only thing that matters. Although their first interaction was weird. Basically Rex kept trying to bite 14 and he wouldnât stop even when they tried to strike him with the axe. 14 was getting sick of it so he bit Rex back. Rex just stood that like he was mental and stopped bothering him after that one.
-Whenever 14 is bored he sometimes talks to the old man endlessly about history. Even after becoming a specimen, they still retained their love for history and can go one for days about it.
-14 also started to write down his feelings in notes as a way to cope. He copied this habit from the old man who also journals.
-Our ex protag likes to sleep in a lot and can usually be found passed the hell out. Sometimes spooky has to wake him up when an intruder is getting close.
-14 does have its own âlocalâ now. Basically the express way, the one that âtotallyâ brought you back to the start, was giving to 14 as his area. Instead of the fake specimen 2 room, it was renovated for 14
-Both 14 and the old man have a slight healing factor. Itâs nothing crazy but itâs useful. Although if they do get critically injured they have to go down to the hospital for treatment
-In order to get 12 to like them and let them stay longer, 14 does help to clean 12âs mansion.
-Sometimes 14 confuses the hell out of the old man by using modern slang.
-14 views the Old man as his mentor, someone he can talk and look up too. This slowly turned into 14 starting to grow a familial connection to him. Heâs just barely an adult and is still very lost in life. The Old man helps to provide some guidance even in the worst of scenarios
-Specimen 14 unlocked a new skill, axe throwing and heâs pretty good at it. He also has a bit too much fun breaking down the doors. Once time when an intruder was getting away, he broke the door and threw the whole ass door at the mf. It was highly affective. He wonders why more people donât do that.
-14 has a fear of bugs. Specimen 3 did not help with that. Specimen 3 is like one of the only beings that can actively scare the shit out of 14.
-I have a silly little comic idea between these two, but thatâs for later :)
#sjsm#specimen 14#spookyâs jumpscare mansion#spookys jumpscare mansion#spookys house of jumpscares#spooky's jumpscare mansion#specimen 12
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Lily is Probably Not Getting the Pain Medicine She Claims
So in that Patron video that got leaked of her talking she mentioned one thing that made my ears perk up. She specifically said she was getting O*ycodone.
The thing is last time I was in the loop Canada stopped prescribing o*y as much specifically because of a little known fact. Canadian O*y had a very high turn over profit in America. Because around 2011 America approved a coating to be put on their o*y products because of people snoring and injecting it. The problem with this coating is it's banned in a lot of other countries because it very much causes Liver cancer. So because Canada and Mexico also banning it they still have what are called the crushable ones. I live in a boarding state to Canada and till like 2014ish you could still find them for a hefty markup. But people wanted those badly because you couldn't snort or inject the American ones. So quietly Canada stopped prescribing o*y specific products because of various theories I've heard. But the most believable one I heard is taxes. Because they are imported illegally and sold illegally neither America or Canada could tax the money being made. So Canada just started slowing down on giving them to people. And then the crisis hit. And everything started drying up fast. While I haven't been in those circles since 2018ish I doubt Canada let up on this unofficial thing. Because it's probably related to taxes. And oh boy do governments not like not being able to tax anything that has a hefty profit margin. Plus I haven't heard anything and it's a huge deal when someone has them and you usually hear about it.
While I can believe Lily getting something like C*din or at best P*rcost. I doubt she is getting O*ycodone because she falls into a bunch of unofficial categories the doctors look out for if giving this drug. Lily is low income, on government benefits, with alot of mental problems. And depending on the doctor her being trans can factor into that depending on how said doctor views the subject. So she would be considered at risk for abusing or selling. And yes I know that is unfair but with the Crisis and the dehumanization of people who need or are addicted to these medications they can just brush any complaint with "oh your just a junkie." And because I believe she was only getting them because she was sick with something. She did mentioned antibiotics so I am going with C*din as that's usually what they give with antibiotics.
Plus if Lily is as straight edge as she claims. Throwing her on o*y.... you would be able to tell in the leaked call she isn't slurring or rambling like someone on them would. Even if taken as percriped exactly it would take her down for a couple days as she gets use to it. And she is consiently online. People taking them for the first time/ not on them regularly usually just sleep a lot or just don't have the energy to get up and do basic stuff let alot consiently be streaming and typing at people with long ass replies without nodding off.
Unless she's allergic to Tylenol they aren't going to give her the 10 mg o*ycodone (lowest mg) because again that has alot of value while a 10 mg p*rocent doesn't have as much. And does the exact same thing. But she could have what I've come to call tr*madol rambles because I've noticed when people take a low dose Op*it it gives them enough of a high that they do tent to be more aggressive, go on tangents, and talk alot. They also are also able to function just fine. If not maybe a little more clumsy.
So here is yet another possible lie of hers. While little, if your in the know you can tell it's BS. While I guess it's always possible if she knows how to play the system or has a connection. If it was just while she is sick then for her age and situations she would have to be dying of cancer. Otherwise they wouldn't give her that strong (cough*andprofitable* cough) for an infection or bronchitis or whatever. Especially because weed is legal up there now word is they see even less reason to give o*y out.
Also if you see this Lily and you are actually getting O*y your just taking legal h*roin you hypocritical looser. And if your just lumping all Op*its into one then your a stupid loser. Who if you actually went to college should know the difference and why differentiation of medication is important.
But hey what do I know.
Edit: She mentioned being on Adderall. They won't give you o*y and Adderall at the same time or any Op*it really. If your on Adderall unless it's deemed important doctors will just make your suffer/tough it out and maybe give you gabapentin. You have to stop one or the other. She did mention them not filling the Adderall but idk Canada's medical system to say if that is normal. But here in America they will aromatically freeze your scripts and call you and your doctor to make sure everyone is informed and that your doctor knows what your doing. On the streets mixing Adderall and an Op*its is called speedballing. So that's why doctor won't do that. I have personal experience with this. They told me I couldn't be percriped Adderall and tr*madol at the same time. So I had to pick one. I picked my pain management as I don't need intense focus at my job. But her doctor or pharmacist should have told her that. So she would to have to choice the legal h*roin over her mental meds.... Or she is speedballing and totally is straight edge guys remember.
#lily orchard#lily peet#vent post#drug awareness#tw drugs#History Lesson none of you asked for but now you know
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Pfft, coming back online to see people commenting joyously on the downfall of a twelve year old. Really showcases how Futa should have been innocent round one the middle schooler be damned. It is kind of funny to see a bunch of supposedly mature individuals literally admit they have nothing better to do with their day but make a fictional child's story worse. Well, as long as people aren't treating real children like this, oh wait...
That's the point of social experiments, isn't it? To gage and measure how people react to certain situations, events, and specific sorts of people. Hm... well, that could be bad.
But it also isn't really surprising if she ends up guilty considering how a majority of the audience is. Whelp, it's whatever. I was feeling bad about making that video on Amane because it's basically tearing into people's reasoning on voting her guilty, but actually, I'm not anymore. Because fuck it like what do I have to lose? Credibility with people who can excuse child abuse but draw the line at texts from one's employer?
What are they gonna do vote her guilty harder? They're already doing that. The only person keeping me respectful is me and I don't have to respect people who can't respect that everyone regardless of age or religion has and deserves rights. Literally if she's guilty, whatever happens as a result of that ceases to be my fault.
Like that's all on the people who pushed for that. So, either way I win because if she's voted guilty and it gets worse anyhow I can just say I fucking told you so. And they'll never be able to prove what would have happened if she was innocent, so there's no rebuttle to that. They're just gonna stay wrong. Either way, I get something I want. None of the evidence is on these people's side it is going to get worse if she's guilty.
So no, we are not in this together, actually. I am not responsible for these people's choice, and I will take no onus of the consequences that occur from them. I will just laugh at them because they're gonna get what they want, but it's not gonna do what they think it will. It's gonna be so fucking funny when the only people guilty this round are minors.
A seventeen, sixteen, and twelve year old.
Put those prisoners at the kiddy table- Told they're asses to sit down. Really said fuck them kids. It's even funnier because it's like there are minors in this audience voting this way with no awareness of the precedent it sets. Like I don't know I'm an adult so this doesn't concern me truly. My rights are secure, but man sucks to be a minor. Lucky I grew out of that.
Everyone near my age is innocent, and it's gonna stay that way. But ya'll keep teaching those kids a lesson have at it. Fuck it; maybe there won't be any kids next round and it will be all adults. They're going to learn this lesson one way or another, I suppose.
Luckily, a majority of the voters seem to be adults with jobs or college aged. Huh, that definitely couldn't have anything to do with well anything.
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