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aevellewritessometimes · 28 days ago

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Touchstarved NSFW Headcanons

Just some general NSFW HCs for the main cast (because Elyon and Sen are both enigmas to me)

I'm just going to preface this by saying that @/creepsterdreams just happened to hit the nail right on the head with what I was thinking. Unrealated note, y'all should check out their work if you ever get the chance :)

Content Warnings: Mildly unconventional kinks? (we don' kinkshame here though), blatant Vere favoritism, may or may not be OOC, this whole thing was written by an aspec person, most of this was written at 12 am while sleepy

Edit: I took the opportunity to try and fix some previously missed typos, and after I finished I found out that the Pope fucking died. Happy Easter!

Word Count: 2,010

MINORS DNI

KURAS

Alignment: Vers + Switch

Kinks: Body worship (giving), cockwarming, lingerie, soft sex, masochism

Due to his height, he's more used to domming and/or topping by default, but he doesn't really have anything against being the submissive one

That being said, I get masochist vibes from him. He's usually good at not showing that side of him, but it's also not all that hard to get him to show it

Not too apposed to being on the receiving end of body worship, but just feels weirdly guilty about it

^ Combining body worship with his masochistic tendencies could potentially get him to cry, which is otherwise difficult because I feel like he has really high endurance

Soft dom/service top vibes

Has a much larger lingerie collection than one would expect

^ It's not crazy large or anything, it's just that most people wouldn't expect him to have one to begin with

I don't know if he needs to sleep at all, but in a situation where both he and his partner are in the mood but his partner is too tired to actually have sex with him, he'd be very open to just cockwarming either until they fall asleep or they get riled up

Due to him disliking "difficult patients," I feel like an excessive amount of bratiness would be a bit of a turnoff for him

Would absolutely be the type to light candles to set the mood

(^ Don't ask me about what types/scents; I don't use candles often enough to give you a good answer)

Corruption kink is also a turnoff for him as of "present day." However, I do see a chance of this changing depending on how his endings alter his character by the end of the game

Knows how to make his own lube and protection/contraceptives and is a God at aftercare

LEANDER

Alignment: Switch + Vers

Kinks: Bondage (domming + subbing), praise (giving + receiving), degradation (mostly receiving), temperature play, semi-public sex, aphrodisiacs, corruption kink

Generally prefers subbing, but there are a few scenarios where he'd rather dom

^ Those scenarios can range from anywhere between specific kinks to who he's sleeping with

Would be the type to swap roles mid-sex if that's what he and his partner both want

Is very good at tying and untying knots

^ Has once tried to use his magic for bondage purposes, but it turned out to be much more flammable than anticipated. Kuras still gives him shit for that time he and his friend had to rush to the clinic at one in the morning due to third degree burns

Make him do some honor bondage if you really wanna torture him

Has tried cockwarming on multiple occasions; never has the patience to stay still for very long

Would generally be willing to degrade his partner if that's what they're into, but his overall comfort with doing so entirely depends on his relationship with them outside of sex

Would be the type to mix praise and degradation in the same sentence

Also gives me masochist vibes, but is much more willing to admit it than Kuras

^ Doesn't really outright say it, but also doesn't put too much effort into hiding it

Probably has a lower back tattoo

The pierced nipples are canon in my mind, fight me

If his partner is someone he's trying to keep close (*cough* MC *cough*) then he's definitely going to bring out the subtle corruption kink

^ Doesn't matter if he's the dom or sub, one way or another he's going to figure out how to corrupt them

Knows how to make his own aphrodisiacs. Shockingly enough, he doesn't do anything crazy with them, but nobody really trusts him enough to test that out (except for Ais that one time)

^ Also knows how to make his own contraceptives. They're effective but they taste weird. Has tried and frequently failed to make his own lube; it always turns out concerningly chunky

Has a very expensive toy collection

VERE

Alignment: Circumstantial

Kinks: Predator/prey roleplay (theoretically), corruption kink, hypnosis (domming), pet play (domming), degredation (mostly giving), praise (mostly recieving), vocalness, bloodplay, lingerie, orgasm control (domming + subbing), dacryphilia, sensory deprivation, biting, sadomasochism, breeding (occasional)

His alignment is fully dependent of his relationship with his partner outside of sex

^ Casual fling? Definitely a dom, most likely a top. Close friend/romantic partner? Vers switch who prefers to dom

Enjoys the idea of predator/prey roleplay, but Eridia is just too crowded with people and Soulless for him to indulge in it as much as he'd like

^ Sure, both situations would be easy for him to handle, but having to suddenly halt everything to disembowel something/someone just ruins the mood, especially if it ends up putting his partner in danger

Very prevalent corruption kink. Something something false idol stuff

^ He doesn't care much about the concept of virginity, but if his partner is 1) someone he actually gives a fuck about and 2) a virgin, then he's definitely going to make something out of it for the sake of said corruption kink

Hypnosis and pet play are the two scenarios that he is strictly the dom for when they come up; both kinks spawning from the fact that he, who was once revered as a god, has been brought down to be something lesser than what he probably once considered as pawns means that he takes great pleasure in seeing someone being so willing to allow themself to become something lesser just for the sake of worshiping him, even if it's only temporary

^ Also, I feel like Vere being able to hypnotize people is just canon. Not to start theory posting, but given that the eyes for his monster silhouette look almost like spirals if you squint, his voice was described as "so supple I could slip into it" (or something along those lines), and there's two scenes where he seems to mess with the shadows to keep MC from looking anywhere except directly into his eyes… yeah this guy has to at least know how to hypnotize people, if he doesn't have some kind of hypnosis-based powers

Not necessarily apposed to dishing out praise, he's just more of an "actions over words" type and generally prefers to be on the receiving end

^ If the praise feels condescending and/or overly sappy it will just end up being a turnoff

^^ Despises the phrase "good boy" being used on him

Is willing to be degraded, but saying the wrong thing on the wrong day is a very easy way to damage your relationship with him

^ It is also possible for him to say the wrong thing on the wrong day as well. Honestly, I think it could be a very likely scenario

Knows he looks good in blood, but also likes seeing his partner in blood when given the option

Is the one with the truly impressive lingerie collection, although he doesn't actually have many toys

^ Does own some absurdly expensive lube though

Two quick facts about foxes: they're very vocal when having sex and they're the most active during winter

I imagine that Vere, no matter his role or position, is vocal in some way, shape, or form; whether it be crying or moaning or talking or even screaming

The little winter tidbit makes me think that Vere becomes a bit more sadistic and significantly hornier during the winter months; sees it as a great way to keep warm blow off some steam while waiting for the horrid season to come to an end

^ Temporarily develops a breeding kink during this time, but it goes away as the snow starts melting

^^ If he's closer with his partner in this circumstance, he would absolutely steal some contraceptives from Kuras for his partner if they were to be needed. Yes, he knows they could just ask and get it for free, but why skip out on the opportunity to be a thorn in the doctor's side?

Loves making his partner scream

Always leaves at least one bite mark for his partners to remember him by

^ The amount left and the placement depends on his level of closeness outside of sex

Overall enjoys most forms of power play, but he needs to be in a specific mindset to willingly be the submissive one'

^ Doesn't see the appeal in age play, though. Like, at all. Hard no for him

AIS

Alignment: Vers + Switch

Kinks: Brat taming (domming + subbing), sadomasochism, voyeurism (?), intox kink, bloodplay, choking (domming), shibari (domming + subbing), biting (giving + receiving), dacryphilia, orgasm control (domming + subbing), size kink

First thing's first; the groupmind may or may not be a potential factor for his sex life, depending on how exactly it works

^ For instance, if Ocudeus or the other groupmind members are able to. Like. Perceive things from Ais's perspective, then voyeurism is going to be an aspect of his sex life and there's little he can do about it

Moving on: also generally doms by default; partially due to his size, but also because he's the type to test if whoever's trying to dom him is actually assertive enough to do so

^ Hence why he's such a (literally) massive brat

Judging by how he feels about MC's and Vere's shitty personalities, him being into brats is just a given

There's also some subtle corruption kink going on, but unlike in Vere and Leander's case, it's not intentional on his end

Slightly prefers being bitten over biting his partner

Strongly prefers drug intox over alcohol intox when it comes to intox play

Prefers shibari over regular bondage because he's a fan of the patterns

^ Oddly enough, he isn't that big of a lingerie fan; he doesn't have anything against it, he just prefers full nudity

Impact play is a strong turnoff for him, though most other forms of pain play are generally on the table for him

Choking isn't something he indulges in often, partially because he doesn't like being choked and partially because he is very aware of his own strength; won't even make an attempt if he's having angry sex

Better at aftercare than most people tend to expect

MHIN

Alignment: Circumstantial

Kinks: Size kink (domming), predator/prey play (domming; deeply internalized), knife play (domming), bondage (domming + subbing), honor bondage (subbing), hypnosis (subbing), brat taming (domming), overstim (subbing), soft sex

Wouldn't sub for a fling. They also wouldn't want to bottom for a fling, either; nor would they want to bring any strong kinks into bed for them

If their partner is someone they trust, then they would honestly much rather be the submissive one

They've stumbled across topics such as hypnosis or predator/prey kinks in books, but they've never actually tried them in real life, despite both topics peaking their interest

^ Due to recent circumstances, they actually feel quite guilty about having a predator/prey kink these days, rather than just feeling a bit embarrassed

Enjoys domming a partner who is shorter than them, really enjoys domming a partner who is taller than them

Finds the presence of ropes oddly comforting, but also enjoys testing their own patience with honor bondage

As much as they like control, allowing someone else to take the reins so that they can take a break is just as pleasurable for them

^ Sometimes a bitch just needs to shut down their brain for a bit

Isn't really a fan of knife play in the leaving marks/drawing blood way, but they do like just lightly dragging a knife across their partner's body

Another one who knows how to make protection/contraceptives, but doesn't know how to make effective lube

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dailynnt · 2 months ago

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 1/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 😍 You are just an incredible force 🥹💜 I got 1000+ likes for my previous story in 5 days. I couldn't even imagine that you would like it 🤭 I'm really the happiest person in the world because you are so wonderful 🥰 I wrote a new short story. It contains 3 parts...because I just wrote a LOT 🤭🫨 I got carried away while writing and decided that all the scenes are important and they should be ❤️‍🔥 So, this will be a series ❤️‍🔥 Let me know if you liked this story too, I sincerely hope so 🥺 For those who are waiting for "Captive to his attention" I will definitely continue it and I’m already have half of the 4th part ready, wait for it 🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @ottergirl (If you want to be on the tag list, let me know)

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 1. An enemy turned savior.

When you took this job in Seoul, you thought only about career opportunities. Good salary, prospects, an office in the city center. Everything seemed perfect... until you started looking for a place to live.

Finding an apartment in a good neighborhood with normal conditions and not a space price? A real quest. But you managed it. It had everything: a spacious kitchen, bright rooms, convenient transportation.

The only downside was your neighbor.

Jeon Jungkook.

The modern embodiment of chaos and narcissism.

He's loud, irritating, incredibly confident, and... absolutely unbearable.

Your quarrels are almost a tradition. He thinks he has the right to do whatever he wants, and you think he's an uncontrollable element that needs to be tamed.

You always knew that Jungkook was a walking problem, but today he outdid himself.

You came home exhausted. There was too much work to do, you could barely keep up with it all, but that wasn't what was draining you the most. The worst challenge was your boss, someone you would have avoided if you could.

He was twice your age, but that only seemed to fuel his interest. Kang Yongwon, the company's CEO, had always made you anxious and disgusted. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had strong hands that he didn't hesitate to put on your shoulder or on your lower back. His thick black hair was always perfectly combed back, and his eyes were dark, piercing, and full of self-confidence. He smelled of expensive tobacco and heavy perfume that made you grit your teeth.

At first, he only dropped subtle hints. Compliments, too-long glances, imperceptible touches. But now he wasn't just allowing himself more-he was outright stalking you.

You tried to stay away from him as much as possible, hiding your dislike behind a tight smile, but he wouldn't let you rest. You could see his eyes watching your every move. Every conversation with him made you tense to the limit, and your skin burned after his touch, even if it was a light gesture on your shoulder.

You were afraid to say no to him outright. Yongwon was a proud and bossy man, and he had a lot of influence in the company. He could make your life a living hell if he wanted to.

The Friday of the company's seventh anniversary celebration was approac And you were sure that at this party he would try to get close to you. You would not be able to stand being around your annoying boss for long, neither mentally nor physically.

You had no choice. You had to find a way to get away from him.

That's why you were already in a bad mood when you came home today. All you wanted was some silence, a shower, and a quiet evening. But when you stepped out of the elevator, you were blasted with bass so loud that the walls vibrated.

It was like a nightclub.

And, of course, the culprit behind this mess was your "favorite" neighbor. You went into the apartment. You undressed as best you could, ignored the loud music and went to the shower. You took a shower. You had dinner, and the music in Jungkook's apartment never stopped playing.

As you were finishing your dinner, you heard loud voices and realized that he wasn't just listening to music tonight, but it sounded like he was having a real party.

You looked at the clock - it was almost midnight. By law, he should have at least turned down the music, but he didn't. Damn Jeon Jungkook!

You lived on the top floor with the only other neighbor being this smug idiot. The other two apartments remained empty, which probably gave him a sense of permissiveness.

You couldn't take this arrogance anymore, so you grabbed the phone and called him.

"What?" his voice was drowned out by the music.

"Turn off the music right now!"

"What? I can't hear you!"

"JUNGKOOK!"

The answer was laughter and short beeps.

He had dropped it.

He. Had. Dropped it.

You went to his apartment with determination and, without hesitation, knocked so hard that it seemed like the door could fly off its hinges.

A few seconds later, he opened it, looking like he was having a so much fun.

"Oh, Y/N, it's you again. Did you come to complain?"

"Are you serious?" you could barely contain yourself. "What's going on in your head? This is an apartment building, not your private club!"

He leaned closer, leaning his elbow against the doorjamb.

"Calm down, doll. You need to have some fun."

"Fun?!" you took a deep breath. "I don't know how people put up with you. You're arrogant, selfish, and completely irresponsible! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?!"

His smile disappeared. His eyes narrowed and his gaze became sharp.

"And you consider yourself better?"

"What...?"

"You always walk around with this Miss Right look, as if the world revolves around you. You don't even realize how insufferable you are."

You're staring at him.

"Insufferable? Says the man who has parties in the middle of the night?"

He smiled, but this time there was no mirth in his smile. He tilted his head slightly in your direction, forcing you to lean back.

"Do you know what the strangest thing is?"

"What?" you growled.

"That even when you're angry, you're still so damn cute."

Your cheeks are flaming.

"Go to hell, Jungkook!"

You heard him laughing behind you. You turned on your heels and walked into your apartment, slammed the door.

Why does he have to be such an asshole?

You walked into your office, pausing for a few seconds at the door before taking a deep breath and walking to your desk. You've been feeling stressed out these past few days, and it wasn't because of your usual workload.

It was Kang Yongwon. Just thinking about him made your whole body tense.

You worked diligently, deep in your papers, trying not to think about the fact that he would soon appear. But when the first footsteps echoed down the hall, you immediately tensed up.

He didn't keep you waiting-tall, confident, with the same cold smile on his face. His eyes found you immediately. He walked to the center of the work office and made everyone pay attention to him. Yongwon paused, enjoying the fact that all eyes were on him. Then, in a calm but firm voice, he spoke:

"Attention. As you all know, this Friday our company celebrates its seventh anniversary. The corporate party will be held at the Imperial Seoul Hotel at 7:00 p.m." he stepped forward, slowly surveying the room. "You can come alone or with your partners, the choice is yours. But everyone is must be."

His gaze lingered on you a little longer than the others before he added.

"You are expected to look the part and behave with dignity. I hope we all have something to celebrate."

Yongwon smiled, but it was not warm. It was cold and calculating.

"Thank you for your attention. I'll see you on Friday."

He looked around the office once more, and then, satisfied with the effect, turned and left.

You were sitting with your coworkers in the cafeteria, trying to get your mind off your own thoughts, when one of the girls, Jisu, asked:

"Y/N, are you coming alone or with someone?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but suddenly you saw the silhouette of Youngwon. He was standing nearby and seemed to be listening to your conversation. Something clicked inside you.

"With a boyfriend," you answered loudly, deliberately pausing to make sure he heard. Youngwon smiled before moving closer. And you noticed it, too. When he started moving toward your table, you mentally cursed him.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he said to you and your colleagues. He didn't even wait for an answer, he just plopped down on the empty chair next to you. You clenched your fingers into a fist.

"Did I happen to hear Y/N-shi say you were coming with a boyfriend?" he asked, looking at you with some special interest.

"Yes." you replied.

"How interesting." he nodded slowly. "You never mentioned that you were seeing anyone."

Your coworkers' girlfriends listened to your dialog in silence, and although no one dared to intervene, you could feel their wary eyes on you. Everyone could see that Yongwon cared about you, but this open interest in your personal life made them as tense as you were.

You smiled as naturally as possible:

"My boyfriend doesn't like too much attention, and neither do I. I just didn't have a chance to tell about him before." You said, hiding your excitement behind a smile and a slight bow.

Yongwon didn't change his expression. On the contrary, something untoward flashed in his eyes. He didn't stop smiling, and he looked at his plate of food in irritation.

"So, tomorrow, we'll finally be able to see what he's like," he said, looking up at you and putting a piece of avocado in his mouth.

You instantly felt the tension. Youngwon didn't believe you.

"Yes, you have an able." you nodded, trying not to let your excitement show, "I'll bring him to the corporate party."

Yongwon smiled with satisfaction.

"That's great. It will be interesting to meet them. Well, enjoy your meal, ladies. I must leave you now."

He stood up and walked away, and you felt a sharp pain pierce your temples.

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the girls, who looked at each other in silence. They understood much more than you would have liked.

"What have I done?" - You lifted your hands and rubbed your temples, trying to gather your thoughts.

You came home late again, tired and irritated. You had a thousand and one thoughts in your head. How to get a boyfriend in one day? You couldn't.

You lay on the couch in the living room and scrolled through your Instagram feed, but the content was meaningless to you. Your mind was on a problem that was relevant to you right now. What to do? You might as well ask the first guy you see to pretend to be your boyfriend.

The almost inaudible sound of a combination lock reached your ears, and then the door of Jungkook's apartment slammed shut. And then it hit you.

Jungkook.

He can help you with this idea. He's really the one who can take such an adventure.

But there was one problem... You've been ignoring him for a week.

Not a single greeting, not a single glance in his direction. You didn't want to see him after the last fight. But when you live in neighboring apartments with someone, you can't avoid it.

You did your best to pretend he didn't exist. He didn't seem to mind much, although you could feel his eyes on you every time you walked by.

But today the situation changed.

You were desperate, and you were going to ask Jungkook for help. And if you bring him to the corporate party, your boss will see that your "boyfriend" is not just a fiction, but also incredibly attractive, and maybe he will realize that you are not interested in his flirtations at all. And you'll finally be free of his annoying attention and be able to keep your job.

So you find yourself standing in front of Jungkook's door, late at night, nervously clenching your fists. God, what a humiliation... you have to ask him for help. It seems easier to jump off Namsan Tower. But you don't have much of a choice: either Jungkook as your imaginary boyfriend or the endless courtship of your boss.

You gathered your courage for a few seconds and then knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, and there he was. Jungkook was leaning on the door frame, naked to the waist, wearing gym shorts, with wet hair. Even at home, he looked obscenely good.

"Oh, what an honor." He tapped his fingers on the doorjamb, looking at you with that smile you hated.

"I..." you swallowed, "Jungkook, here's the thing... Could I ask you a small favor?" you asked, keeping your voice steady.

He tilted his head, pretending to think.

"Hmm, a favor? From me? From the guy you've been trying so hard not to notice?" Jungkook pretended to think, then smiled even wider. "Hmm... I guess not."

"Wait. I... umgh...?!" you mumbled. You felt your heart leap out of your chest. You expected him to say no, so you had to try more.

"You've been ignoring me all week, and now you want to ask me for something? Where's the logic, Y/N?"

"Jungkook..." You were about to try to convince him again, but he interrupted you.

"But, you know, I'm interested to hear what you have to say. Tell me what you want, maybe I can do something for you," he said, sounding curious. You were terribly nervous. Your palms were sweating.

"I need to... I have a request that is not quite simple..." you did not know how to say it. In your head, it didn't sound so absurd... "Could I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a corporate event at work?"

He blinked. And then... laughed.

"Are you serious?" he asked through his laughter. You pursed your lips.

"Yes, I am." You answered barely audibly.

Jungkook wiped the corners of his eyes as if laughter had moved him to tears, and then answered:

"No."

"What?"

"I said no." He answered firmly. You felt a wave of panic wash over you.

"Jungkook, please..."

"Oh, now it's 'please'?" He squinted. "Where's your 'go to hell, Jungkook'?"

You swallowed nervously.

"Why I should help you?"

"I have no one else to turn to..." you admitted.

"Give me one good reason why I should say yes."

"Please... Otherwise, I won't be left alone by my boss, who sticks to me like glue. And I know that once he sees how you are..." you trailed off, realizing that you had said too much.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. A sly smile appeared on his lips. You looked away, your cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Fuck it." You whispered to yourself. "You know what I mean..."

"No. I don't know what you mean." Jungkook said, barely able to contain his laughter at how you couldn't admit to him that he was attractive.

"Attractive..." you barely managed to get the words out. His lips stretched into a slow, smug smile.

Jungkook was amused by your desperate look. Excitement flared inside him. He couldn't refuse you. He just liked to tease you. He also wanted to teach you a lesson.

"So you find me attractive? I thought so. Okay, I'm willing to help." Jungkook studied your face carefully. When you looked up at him, he smiled. "But only if you apologize."

"Apologize?"

"If you get down on your knees and apologize for your terrible behavior, I'll play the role of your boyfriend."

You froze. He was looking at you defiantly, arrogantly, insolently.

You clenched your fists. You hated this guy so much. But you hated your boss even more, and if this plan worked...

You closed your eyes, sighed, and after a moment's hesitation, knelt down in front of him. He followed your movements, standing taller. You looked directly into his eyes, showing your anger.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook." You said quietly but angrily. His eyes glittered dangerously.

"Louder!" he demanded. "And more politely, you're asking for my forgiveness, not passing judgment."

"Are you serious?" you protested, still kneeling in front of Jungkook.

"Did you really ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

You sucked in a breath.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook," he said loudly and clearly this time. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, leaning closer to you.

"God, Y/N, you make my imagination go wild. You look so good on your knees."

You stood up sharply, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

"You know, I would have refused... But you were begging too temptingly."

"Go to hell, Jungkook." You said, abruptly pulling your hand away.

"The old song again?" He rubbed his chin, smiling, "But it's okay, I'm generous. We make a great couple, it'll be fun."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to show how much his self-confidence irritated you.

"So now you agree?" you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I said I would. But we'll have to be convincing." His gaze swept down your body, assessing you.

You pressed your lips together, feeling irritation boiling up inside you at his cocky tone.

"I think I can handle it," you answered dryly, looking away. You honestly wanted to turn around and leave. Jungkook hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We'll see. So when is this big show?" Jungkook asked.

"Tomorrow night." you mumbled, looking anywhere but at him.

"Tomorrow?" He raised an eyebrow. "You had seven whole days to ask me, but you decided to come crawling back now?"

"I didn't crawl!" you snapped back.

Jungkook smiled out of the corner of mouth.

"Yes, of course," his gaze slid down, reminding you that just a minute ago you were kneeling in front of him. You felt your face burning again.

"What time tomorrow?" Jungkook clarifies.

"At seven in the evening."

"Okay, I'll come get you," he paused and then added, "But before that, we need to clarify something.."

You grimaced.

"Clarify?"

"Yes." He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his apartment. "If we want everyone to believe we're a couple, we need to look like one."

You tried to pull away, but he'd already locked the door behind you.

"Jungkook, what are you..."

"We'll work on making our story look believable. For example, how did we meet? How long have we been together? What cute things do we do for each other?" He pulled you to the couch, making you sink down on the soft cushions. You looked around awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable about being in his apartment.

You had been here only once during your neighborhood, when he had forgotten his mail in the common hallway, and you, still being naive and kind, had brought it to him personally (in exchange for a cheeky smile and the phrase: "Maybe you'll make some more tea?").

His apartment was strikingly different from yours. It was spacious, decorated in a minimalist but expensive style - dark furniture, black countertops, built-in lamps that gently illuminated the interior. It was perfectly clean, without any unnecessary things, everything in its place. It didn't look like an ordinary tenant's home.

You suddenly wondered what Jungkook's job was.

He never mentioned a job, never looked exhausted or worried like most people, or like you who have to get up early and run to work. But at the same time, he lived in an apartment like this, wore branded clothes, and drove a car that probably cost as much as your three salaries combined.

Does he also rent this apartment? Or does he own it?

You remembered how, when you first moved in, he came out of the apartment next door and greeted you with words:

"Hello, neighbor. I hope you won't be as boring as the previous ones."

The naive version of you smiled and thought it was just a joke. Oh, how wrong you were.

You pursed your lips and frowned. What is wrong with you? Why are you even thinking about Jungkook? What do you care where he gets his money from? He's an asshole. Arrogant, smug, selfish...

An asshole who went along with your adventure.

You rolled your eyes. Okay, stop thinking about him.

"It's not that hard... You can think of something as you go along..." you muttered, but he ignored you.

"Let's start with the main thing." He abruptly dropped down next to you, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. The distance was between you, but it seemed too small to you. "What are you going to call me?"

"What?"

"My love? Baby? Oppa?"

You're choking on air.

"I won't call you that!"

"What? Don't couples use cute nicknames?" He leaned in a little closer, stirring up a dangerous shiver in you.

You closed your lips, not wanting to indulge him.

"You choose one nickname and use in public. I think it's best if you call me 'love' for the best effect." He squinted slyly. "I have to call you something too..." He looked at you with fervor in his eyes. His hand reached for a to the lock of hair that falls on your face. You tried not to move away. You could hear your heart beating furiously against your chest. Why does he have this effect on you?

"Jungkook, don't give me a nickna..." he didn't let you finish.

"Oh, I already know," his eyes flashed with excitement, "You're going to be my kitten."

You coughed.

"God, ‘kitten’? Are you crazy?" you protested, your face twisted.

"Oh, kitten, don't be so harsh," he said with a snuggle, enjoying your shock.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Well, then tomorrow everyone will know that you are single," he said casually, turning away from you. And then he got up and walked to the liquor bar in the corner of the room.

You watched as he casually pulled out a bottle of whiskey, poured some into a glass, and then turned to you, playfully raising an eyebrow.

"So, kitten, have you made up your mind? You will you go to that corporate party alone and enjoy the company of your boss? I can see that you're desperate, but seem like you to be incapable of negotiating..."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to react to that annoying "kitten" and all the other words he said.

"Okay," you forced out, "but don't be silly."

Jungkook smiled and took a sip of whiskey, then came closer, stopping a step away from you, towering over you for the second time that night. You tilted your head to keep your eyes on him, as if trying to control the situation. But his attentive eyes said otherwise. He seemed to be the one in control.

"No nonsense, kitten," his voice sounded dangerously soft, "but there are a few more conditions."

You raised your eyebrows, inhaling heavily.

"What other conditions?"

"The first is kissing," he said, watching your reaction carefully.

"What?" You stared at him.

"Why," he shrugged, "you don't think everyone will believe in our 'love' if we don't kiss, do you?"

"We can just... I don't know, hold hands?"

Jungkook laughed and shook his head.

"It doesn't work that way, sweetie. I'll touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. And, of course, we'll kiss. A lot."

"I don't think it's necessary..."

"Oh, it's definitely necessary," he sat down again, this time much closer to you and looked defiantly into your eyes, "and you will agree. Because you need my help."

You put your hand to your face and shook your head, feeling indignation boiling up inside you.

"I feel like you are using me, and not me you," you said, laughing almost hysterically. Jungkook laughed too, leaning back on the couch.

"I'm used to doing everything perfectly, so every detail has to be believable. But if you're not satisfied with something, you know where the door is." Jungkook said, keeping his tone indifferent. You turned your head sharply at him.

"Oh, how generous," you mocked, crossing your arms over your chest, "You're offering me terms I can't refuse, and you're also hinting that I can leave?"

Jungkook lazily ran his finger along the edge of his glass and then looked up at you with a look of pure defiance.

"You know, kitten, I like you. You've got a sparkle in you."

"What am I supposed to do with that? Melt away with happiness?"

He smiled, setting the glass down on the table.

"I think you could..."

"What's the second condition?" you asked irritably, trying ignore his playing attractive smile.

"The second condition..." He fell silent, deliberately stalling for time. "I'll decide what you wear."

You rounded your eyes.

"Absolutely not. You won't tell me what to wear."

"Y/N you said yourself that you can't disagree, so I don't understand why you're protesting now. I'm not asking you to do anything, I'm telling you the conditions under which I will agree to work with you." Jungkook said this seriously, without a hint of joking. He seemed tired of your constant resistance.

You clenched your teeth, trying not to show how much he was annoying you with his behavior.

"Gosh…okay," you stood up abruptly, "I'm leaving. Tomorrow at half past seven, I will wait for you."

He watched you, he took the glass from the table, hiding a smile behind the edge of the glass.

"Of course, love," he stretched the last word with a mockery. "I'll send you the dress tomorrow afternoon by courier."

You rolled your eyes a hundred time for this evening and walked to the door.

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chris-prank · 9 months ago

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Yandere CEO x GN reader

Not so helpless Part 1

CW: Manipulation, creepy behavior, clingy behavior, forced intimacy and L bomb

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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📈 Esteban was well known to be overbearing, blunt and a tad arrogant with his employees. He wasn’t outright mean, simply annoying to most.

📈 He always looked proper with his flawless hair and his expensive suit perfectly tailored to his body.

📈 His height and stature didn’t really help making him look approachable. Most people had to look up to talk to him or they would be uncomfortably looking at his man boob, the button of his shirt threatening to come loose at any moment.

📈 He didn’t treat you differently, but luckily you weren’t in a high position in the company, meaning that you didn’t have to interact with him on a daily basis.

📈 Despite his bad reputation, you always distanced yourself from people who talked behind his back. You even tried to defend him on occasions, but soon stopped after people accused you of having a crush on him, which you didn’t.

📈 One day he seemed to stop coming to work to the surprise of everyone. You had overheard that his latest partner had broken up with him. You didn’t care about his personal life, but you did feel bad for him. A broken heart could definitely explain his absence…

📈 “Plea-please I…I need your help.”

📈 After overcoming the shock of having your boss begging at your doorstep, you welcomed him inside. He was now sitting on your sofa, holding one of your pillows against his chest, crying a river into it.

📈 Between sobs, you think you understood the situation. Since his partner had ended things with him, he hasn’t been able to take care of himself, go to work and even stay in his house because it reminded him too much of them. Only mentioning their name made him cry even more into the soft material.

📈 You finally broke the silence with the question that was hanging in your mind since the start of this encounter. “So em… How am I supposed to help you?”

📈 “Well I’ll l-live with you of course.” He sniffed while rubbing his eyes.

📈 Before all of this Esteban was uninterested in you. He caught glimpses of you when he walked around the building, and he had to admit you were quite attractive, but it was nothing more. The thing that made him choose you at his lowest was that he heard you defend him while eavesdropping on his employees' conversations once.

📈 “I k-know that everyone dislikes me at the office Sniff and the o-ones that don’t… a-are just boot lickers. P-please you’re the only o-one that I can count on!”

📈 He looked so pathetic with his swollen eyes, disheveled blond hair and open shirt. You sighed and accepted his request. You couldn’t refuse someone in need. Who knows what he would do unattended in this depressed state.

📈 The following days you felt like you were taking care of a big crybaby. Not that he didn’t do things by himself, quite the contrary. He would sometimes cook for you when you came back from work, he would also take care of the laundry and other small house chores around your apartment. He was still a bit blunt and arrogant at times, criticizing the way you did chores or your cooking skills.

📈 Don’t you see that he is so much better at this than you! Just let him do it instead while you go sit and praise him for his good work.

📈 The real inconvenient, was that you had to be with him 24/7. This guy was a true attention whore, clinging to you at any chance he got. If that’s how he acted with his ex, you weren’t surprised that they decided to dump him.

📈 You could feel eyes staring at you from the back of your skull, no matter what you were doing. If you turned around, you were met with sad puppy eyes, begging you to give him attention instead.

📈 When you allowed physical touch, he would become all happy and clingy, not missing a chance to whisper in a whiny voice how kind you were to him.

📈 “Wrap your hands a bit tighter around me… please? Aaah yes, just like that.”

📈 But leave him alone for more than ten minutes and he would go back to the pathetic state he was in, when you found him on your doorstep.

📈 As a result, your social life was sacrificed most of the time. When he was at his lowest, you had to have your groceries delivered and work from home (imagine the surprise of his subordinate when they got a call from Esteban to let you, an insignificant employee, work from home).

📈 Spending this much time with you and sharing such a personal space made Esteban feel increasingly infatuated with you. You were so kind and understanding to him despite not having any obligation to do so! (Yay he was technically your boss, but he was so high up that his position didn’t truly affect yours.)

📈 He felt the irrepressible feeling to learn more about you and do anything that could spark a smile on your face.

📈 He started to act more and more affectionate with you as time went on, taking advantage of the situation. By the way he holds your waist and buries his head in your shoulder, anyone watching would think you two are a loving couple.

📈 “Too intimate? We’re simply cuddling! You should get your mind out of the gutter. It's nasty, you know.”

📈 Sometimes he would lay on top of you with his face nuzzling the crook of your neck, not caring if he was too heavy. If you stopped playing with his hair for more than ten seconds, he would whine until you played with it again.

📈 The moment he got better enough to leave the house, he was following you everywhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s the grocery store, the movie theater or your local park, there he was, scotch taped to you.

📈 He would hold your hand the whole time and refuse to leave your side no matter what excuses you gave him. He also tried to pay for your stuff at any chance he got.

📈 “You’ve done so much for me, so it’s the minimum I can do to thank you!” He pouted, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

📈 He looked perfectly fine from the point of view of any stranger, but at home he was still demanding as ever. It even went to the extreme length of him sleeping in the same bed as you, begging to spoon you every night.

📈 At that point you felt like you were a replacement for his ex partner, a bad way for him to cope. That's when you started to think it was maybe better for him to try to live on his own again.

📈 You told him that you thought he was becoming codependent and he needed real help to get better.

📈 “No wait! I need you!” He sobbed, “You help me…you really do!”

📈 He had fallen to his knees, clinging to your leg while incoherent pleas came out of his mouth. He couldn’t be abandoned again! He especially couldn’t let you leave him like this! He loved you!

📈 His extreme reaction was only making things worse for him, has it proved your point. You tried your best to reassure him that was the best thing to do.

📈 After more crying and begging, he accepted to leave your place only if he could still come visit every now and then, which you accepted. You promised him to stay by his side as much as possible during his recovery before he finally walked out the door, alone.

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I hope you liked this new pathetic man! Also, sorry, but no illustration this time. I have a clear image in my head of what he is supposed to look like, but I just can't seem to put it on paper for now.

So I finally drew him lol you can see it here

#yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere drabble #tw yandere #sub!yandere #sub yandere #yandere ceo #gn reader #x gn reader #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #My oc-Esteban

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dark-konohagakure2 · 10 months ago

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Tobirama caught the Uchiha spy and abused her with his squad

tw: noncon, threesome, mild discrimination, age difference, size difference, spitroasting, face fucking, abuse, slapping, cum marking, degradation

(I only included Kagami because he's the only one in the squad that I write besides Tobirama)

All characters depicted are 18+

After Tobirama senses a spy following him and his team during a mission, he and Kagami split off from the rest of the squad to find the spy and apprehended them. Much to Kagami's surprise and Tobirama's lack thereof, the spy turns out to be from the Uchiha clan, a clan that Tobirama has a very strong opinion on.

Tobirama isn't going to be as verbal about his dislike for the Uchiha when Kagami is around, since he's the only Uchiha that Tobirama actually likes, instead Tobirama will act like his anger at her is only because she's an enemy spy, and both shinobi agree that spies need to be punished.

Tobirama will take her mouth (he doesn't want to risk having a half Uchiha child), and Kagami will take her pussy. Tobirama is particularly brutal with the girl, both of his big hands on the sides of her head as he practically fucks her skull, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her mouth at an almost literally breakneck pace.

Kagami is a good-natured man, but he can be very ruthless with the enemy when he wants to be, so he'll be rather rough with her, but will simultaneously talk down to her in an almost paternal manner, since it pains him to see his fellow Uchiha go down such a treacherous path.

"Stop your struggling, little Uchiha, it won't work on me. Maybe next time you should be a good girl and mind your own business, unless this is actually what you wanted from the start..."

Tobirama is much bigger than the spy, so he can easily manhandle her however he wants, his cock sliding up and down her throat at a very rough pace, even smacking her in the face if she does something as awful as gagging on his cock or looking up at him with her Sharingan activated.

Kagami is a few years younger than Tobirama and much more sensitive, and as such he has to try and hold himself back from cumming prematurely, especially in front of someone like Tobirama, who he respects and admires very much.

The Uchiha man is rough as well, but not as outright brutal as his superior. His hips will slap against her ass as he moans and groans quietly, even occasionally praising her by calling her a good girl if she isn't fighting back against the two of them as much as she was before.

Tobirama will order Kagami not to cum inside of her under the guise of not wanting to leave behind too much evidence, when in reality he just doesn't want another pureblooded Uchiha running around the village. Kagami, oblivious to his captains actual reasonings, will comply, instead pulling out just in time and shooting his thick load all over the girl's quivering backside.

"I hope this taught you a valuable lesson, traitor, never underestimate the Hokage or his colleagues. Now let's go, Kagami, we don't need to bother with this trash anymore."

Tobirama let's her off with a warning and a tummy full of cum before letting her go on her not so merry way, but not before telling her that if she even thinks of spying on any of his comrades again, they won't be so lenient next time.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #boruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto headcanons #headcanon #tobirama #tobirama x reader #tobirama smut #kagami uchiha #kagami x reader #kagami smut #uchiha #uchiha smut #uchiha x reader #hokage #hokage x reader

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sarafangirlart · 1 year ago

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Debunking some misinformation about Hephaestus and Aphrodite’s Marriage

I’m so sick and tired so I’m making a thread, enjoy. I’ll break it down into several points.

1. Hephaestus demanded Aphrodite’s hand in marriage in exchange for Hera’s freedom and Aphrodite was forced into the marriage

You’d be surprised by how this isn’t even attested in ancient sources, rather it’s just a theory made by modern scholars bc of how spotty and limited our knowledge about this marriage is, let’s look at the actual sources:

Notice how Aphrodite isn’t even mentioned mentioned as the “prize”? Hephaestus does ask for a goddess in exchange for freeing Hera, but it’s not Aphrodite, it’s Athena. The usual course of events is this:

Hephaestus is angry at Hera for her mistreatment and sends a golden throne that traps her

The other gods try to persuade him to free her but he refuses

Dionysus convinces him by getting him drunk

Again the theory that Aphrodite was the prize for whoever gets Hephaestus to Olympus is just that, a theory. Not a really good one either bc wouldn’t Aphrodite be married to Dionysus instead? It’s a really shallow portrayal of all figures involved tbh, why would Ares only be interested in freeing his mother if it meant he gets to marry Aphrodite? Why would anyone on Olympus not be worried about their queen being chained up? Believe it or not but Hera isn’t as disliked as one would think lol

Now even if Aphrodite wasn’t a prize how did she end up marrying Hephaestus? And was she forced into doing it? No actually (Lucian’s Dialogue of the gods):

That’s not to say this wasn’t an arranged marriage (it most likely was) but arranged marriage and forced marriage are not the same thing. If you think this is a forced marriage then what about Cadmus and Harmonia? Heracles and Hebe? Both these marriages were arranged by Zeus but no one would claim they’re forced marriages.

2. Aphrodite hated Hephaestus

Now this is more open to interpretation, after all love is subjective, but to say they outright hated each other would be incorrect, there is this myth that Aphrodite cursed Lemnos to have the men abandon their wives and female family members, usually bc they neglected on worshipping her (tho a late Latin source says it’s revenge for exposing her affair).

Apollonius of Rhodes' Argonautica:

However this bit seems to be rather… genuine? Almost as if she might have truly felt bad for what she did and wanted to reconcile, sounds like someone with a deeply messy and complicated relationship with their partner, but not outright hate.

Also there is this moment in Lucian’s Dialogue of the Gods which is pretty funny:

3. Hephaestus only saw Aphrodite as property

Ok I don’t like using the “it was a different time” card but like… it really does apply here lol

Now we’ve already established that Aphrodite was never a prize for Hephaestus to begin with so what about the betrothal gifts he gave to Zeus? Obviously that means he was buying Aphrodite right?

Well, no actually this is a normal part of Ancient Greek marriage (obviously it varied between cities and time periods but it usually goes something like this), the father of the bride and the groom exchange gifts with each other to establish a bond between the two, the bride herself wasn’t the “gift” Zeus’s gift to Hephaestus was most likely his place on Olympus.

To say that Hephaestus bought Aphrodite would mean that Odysseus bought Penelope, or Hector bought Andromache, both are ludicrous claims.

4. Hephaestus is an incel and Ares is this big feminist icon

No, just… no.

Ares was never considered “the protector of women” in Ancient Greece that’s tumblr fanfiction and plenty of other ppl have made posts debunking this (including me) so I won’t repeat that here. Now about Hephaestus being an “incel” all the male Olympians have at least one story where they harm an innocent/defenseless woman, all of them, yes including Ares who persecuted Leto while she was heavily pregnant by Hera’s orders.

5. Aphrodite cheated to “regain her sexuality”

No Patrick, cheating on your disabled spouse with his brother in the bed and palace he made for you is not a girlboss move it’s being an asshole (all the gods are flawed, how thought provoking). Hell, even Zeus wouldn’t pull shit like this with Hera.

Aphrodite and Ares most likely did this hoping it would be the last place anyone would suspect an affair, since Aphrodite could’ve had sex with Ares in his own place or some meadow somewhere but that might cause ppl to be too suspicious.

6. Ares is a big dumb brute who can’t take a hint and only saw Aphrodite for her beauty

Believe it or not, just bc I criticize Aphrodite and Ares doesn’t mean I hate them lol. Now look, all the gods care deeply about looks but that’s not the only thing that Ares and Aphrodite love about each other. Here is Ares being a total simp and actually listening to her:

Iliad book 5

Thebaid book 3

7. Aphrodite felt neglected by Hephaestus bc he’s too busy at the forge

No lol, she straight up works with him at the forge, why wouldn’t she? If anything this claim makes Aphrodite even more shallow than she actually is.

8. Aphrodite and Ares didn’t care about being humiliated in the golden net and Ares straight up brags about cucking his brother

Yes I’ve heard such claims and no Ares and Aphrodite are actually capable of feeling shame lol, almost as if they were in the wrong. Also why would Ares actively antagonize the guy who makes all his stuff? Maybe that’s why Athena keeps beating his ass, bc Hephaestus purposely gives Ares shitty weapons and armor lol

Anyways umm… I think that’s it? Maybe I missed a few things bc I’m frustrated af rn

Just so y’all know, I’m not a scholar I’m just autistic and read a lot lol. I hope I didn’t miss something or get anything wrong.

Have a good day (or night).

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bonesandthebees · 4 months ago

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Help I'm so out of the loop, what did Dream do this time? Who was the Mangoball person? How is Connor related to any of this??

ok. ok. there is so much to explain so I'll start with the easy stuff.

after so many years, mangoball revealed themself on a post by icarus aka apollos-boyfriend. they are now a beatles fan.

god bless

okay now. sigh. dream.

you're not going to believe me but this is a condensed version.

but recently a clip surfaced from the shut up I'm talking podcast of tommy talking about how much he disliked meeting mizkif. mizkif wasn't thrilled about this. xqc called tommy cringe for it, tommy made a post making fun of xqc calling him cringe for wearing a trump shirt during the stream he did where he met trump, xqc shot back by tweeting one of tommy's standup clips and making fun of him for having an audience of mostly teenage girls. then, despite not being mentioned or involved in the conversation in any way, dream qrted xqc's tweet making fun of tommy with a meme outright calling all tommyinnit fans the r slur.

dream ended up deleting the tweet but only after a few hours or something so everyone had already seen it. he tried to defend himself on twitter, claiming that because he's autistic he's allowed to use it. this all happened very late at night in the US so the british streamers were asleep. dream also made a reddit post trying to defend himself, insulting tommy and co. and saying tommy had no backbone. next day, tubbo had a stream outright talking about how much he dislikes dream and defending tommy, while also acknowledging his own bias towards his friends.

that night, once again when the rest of the british ccs had gone to sleep, dream did a very late night stream that was basically him crashing out for 3 straight hours. he went over very cherry-picked parts of tubbo's VOD, 'explaining' himself and talking about how tommy was always such a terrible cruel friend to him (when tommy was, like, 17 mind you. he covered so many things I literally cannot remember them all but he shared private dms he's had with multiple ccs and also outright said someone shared skephalo porn art in the dsmp discord when tommy and tubbo were 16 but it was fine because the teens 'asked to be treated like adults' (??????????)

today tubbo streamed again, watching dream's stream and responding and acknowledging his own slip ups/mistakes he made while also calling dream out for a lot of the bs he said. he was also supposed to have a call on stream with dream to talk it out, but then during tubbo's stream tommy uploaded an absolutely scathing 5 minute video talking about how terrible dream has been over the years, and dream cancelled the scheduled call he had with tubbo. like if you want to watch anything from this entire mess, watch tommy's video. if you want a more full view of things, watch tubbo's VOD from today.

then quackity streamed today and everyone expected him to say something because dream also brought him up for some reason?? during his stream??? and shared private dms they had?????? but quackity is still winning the idgaf war. he just promoed some new stuff he's doing and then went "there was something else I was going to talk about but I forgot what it was. oh well, later guys!"

look this is. again. kind of condensed. the last two days have felt like ten years.

meanwhile connor has been having gold tier commentary on the whole mess on twitter, unsurprisingly.

#ask #anon #dream situation

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thewulf · 1 year ago

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Unseen Scars || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - hiyaa, i was hoping you were willing to write another Hotch x bau!reader. Maybe one where reader is in an unhappy/ toxic relationship, maybe abvsive even. And Hotch helps reader learn that what her significant other is doing is wrong, and he even helps reader get out of the absive relationship. And somewhere along the way he says something along the lines of “i can love you so much better than them”.

A/N: Not sure if I love this one. Kinda tough to write. Let me know your thoughts below.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader,

Word Count: 4.2k

TW: Abuse (physical and mental), bruises, scars, talks of hitting, general CM triggers

You've been working alongside Aaron Hotchner for nearly a decade. Each year adding layers to a complex yet unspoken bond. As senior agents in the BAU you've shared long nights on cases. Him as your superior but respecting you as his equal. Both supported each other through victories and losses. You had the kind of mutual respect that's created from high-stress environments. Through it all there's always been an underlying current of attraction between you two. Subtle yet undeniable no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

When Hotch was married to Haley he was completely off-limits. It was a boundary you’d never dram of crossing. One you respected without question even as your friendship deepened. Then tragedy struck with Haley's death and while you were there to support him your own life was tangled in a serious relationship. By the time your relationship crumbled Hotch had started seeing Beth. And like the cruel joke life was, timing kept you apart once again.

Eventually, that relationship too ended for Hotch. But by then you had drifted into the arms of someone new. Someone the whole team disliked from the start. You brought him to a team dinner once and it was enough to know that no one approved even though they wouldn’t outright say it. He was arrogant, dismissive, and rubbed everyone the wrong way. But you were in a vulnerable place feeling lonely and somewhat unlovable after your string of failed relationships. He was there though. He was persistent and in a weak moment that felt like enough.

Despite the obvious red flags, you clung to the relationship out of a misplaced sense of necessity. You’d convinced yourself that any attention was better than the loneliness that echoed too loudly in the corners of your life. Yet, as the months wore on the relationship took a darker turn. It left you isolated not just from your friends and colleagues but from your own sense of self. You were slowly losing yourself to a man who hardly meant a thing to you.

You texted Hotch early in the morning. Your fingers hesitating over the keyboard before you sent a simple message: Running late today, see you by midday. The message feels sterile, too impersonal for the turmoil churning inside you. But you can't afford to say more. Not when every moment feels like a step through a minefield.

It's nearly noon when you finally push through the front doors of the BAU office with your mind rehearsing the excuses you might need. The bruise hidden beneath your scarf isn't just a reminder of last night's horror. It's a stark, physical manifestation of a boundary cruelly crossed. It wasn’t the first time he’d laid hands on you, but it was the first time it left a mark visible enough to demand a story. A story you hadn't yet managed to straighten out in your head. And if anybody was going to catch you in a lie it was Aaron Hotchner.

As you enter the building the buzz of the office feels both alien and overly familiar, a stark contrast to the silence you’d left behind at your apartment. You try to blend into the activity, nodding along to conversations you barely hear, laughing at jokes that don’t reach your eyes. You keep your posture deliberately casual, avoiding any movement that might shift your scarf and expose the truth lying so treacherously close to the surface.

From his office Hotch had been subtly watching your delayed arrival and your interactions with the team. His concern deepens with each forced smile and carefully measured laugh you muster. He's always respected your privacy. But today the instincts honed by years of profiling scream that something is terribly wrong with you. When the office finally starts to empty for the day, leaving behind the quiet hum of machines and the soft rustling of papers, he sees his chance to talk to you.

"Could I speak with you for a moment before you head home?" Hotch’s invitation comes just as you’re preparing to escape into the welcome anonymity of the evening. His voice is gentle. But there’s an undercurrent of urgency that stops you in your tracks. Reluctantly, you nod you head and followed him into the sanctuary of his office. The door closed softly behind you leaving you trapped with the one person who could unravel you with a simple look.

Inside his office the usual barriers of rank and protocol seem to fall away as he leans against his desk. His eyes were not just those of a supervisor, but of a friend—a protector. "I’ve noticed you’ve been different lately," he begins. His tone soft but firm. "You said you were running late today… but I can't help feeling there’s something more to it." His eyes briefly scan the edge of your scarf before meeting yours with a piercing intensity. "If there's anything you need to talk about, I'm here."

In that moment with the weight of his gaze and the sincerity in his voice the carefully constructed excuses crumble. The reality of your situation, so starkly isolated by his understanding, begins to seep through the cracks of your facade and you feel the first real breath of relief mixed with fear as you consider confiding the truth.

Hotch's eyes were filled with a deep, unmistakable concern. They stay locked on yours as he waits for your response. You feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with unspoken questions and worry. For a brief moment you consider continuing the charade. Brush off his concerns with a practiced smile and a reassurance that you're just tired, overstressed from the workload.

"Really, Hotch, I’m fine," you say. Your voice was steady at first but even as the words leave your lips they sound hollow. Unconvincing even to your own ears. His expression doesn’t waver. Those knowing eyes don’t buy the half-hearted lie.

"Are you sure?" he presses. His tone soft yet insistent. "Because if something—or someone—is hurting you, I want to help." He gave you that look. The one that he knew would break you down. The one that he used only when necessary.

You shake your head though. A simple reflex to protect your precarious world. But your facade is cracking, fissures widening under his gentle scrutiny. "It’s nothing, really. Just been a bit clumsy lately," you attempt to deflect again. But your voice wavers, betraying the turmoil inside.

Hotch's brow furrows slightly. His concern only deepening as he notices the strain behind your words. When you turn away, unable to meet his probing gaze any longer, a tear escapes trailing down your cheek. Your shoulders tremble with barely suppressed sobs. It was that damn look that had you falling apart. Who knew he could do that to you?

He doesn’t say anything for a heartbeat, allowing the silence to settle around you, heavy and expectant. With careful, measured steps, he closes the distance between you. You sense him nearby. His presence a comforting shadow in your moment of vulnerability.

“Hey,” Hotch’s voice is a soft whisper now. When he gently places a hand on your shoulder, it’s an offer, not a demand. You don't pull away and that’s all the confirmation he needs. With tender caution he pulls you into a hug. His arms offering safety, a haven from the storm you’ve been weathering alone. The warmth and solidity of him is grounding and as you lean into his embrace, the dam breaks. Tears were streaming freely now.

He doesn’t rush you nor does he bombard you with questions. He simply holds you, steady and strong, as you let the first wave of relief and acknowledged pain wash over you.

As Hotch's arms encircle you in a gentle embrace a rush of emotions overwhelms you each one more turbulent than the last. Instead of relief a sharp panic claws its way up your chest. The intimacy of the moment, the closeness, it all becomes too much. Your breathing becomes shallow, rapid, as if you can't get enough ai. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, threatening to burst.

"Hotch, I—I can't," you stammer. Your voice choked with rising fear. The room feels as if it's closing in. Each wall inching closer, trapping you in this raw, exposed moment.

He senses the shift immediately with his hold loosening just enough to let you breathe, but he doesn’t let go knowing you need a tether to the present. "Hey, look at me," Hotch says, his voice a calm, steady anchor in the storm of your panic. You barely manage to lift your eyes to his as you were caught in the whirlwind of your emotions.

"Take a deep breath with me, okay?" he guides gently. "In... and out," he continues, his own breaths exaggerated to model a slow, calming rhythm. His eyes are soft, patient, holding yours with a steadiness that feels both terrifying and comforting.

You try to follow as your first attempt is shaky and uneven. But Hotch is there. His presence a constant reassurance. "That’s it, just breathe. In... and out," he repeats with his voice grounding you in the moment. Slowly, the frantic pace of your heart begins to slow. The crushing weight in your chest easing as you synchronize your breathing with his.

"You're safe here with me," Hotch whispers to you. Each word carefully chosen to fortify the fragile peace you're beginning to feel. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I’ve got you. I promise." And you knew that it was indeed a promise. He’d never let anything happen to you if he could stop it.

His reassurances wash over you. His voice was a soothing balm to the raw edges of your panic. Gradually your fear subsides and is replaced by a weary relief. As your breathing evens out Hotch’s arms remain a gentle, unyielding presence around you. In this quiet space with the security of his embrace shielding you from the world outside you finally allow yourself to feel the full weight of your vulnerability—and the strength of the trust you have in him.

The panic attack recedes like a tide going out. It left you drained but inexplicably more grounded than before. Hotch holds you a little while longer making sure you're completely calm before he speaks again. "You’re not alone in this," he assures you as his tone is imbued with an earnestness that makes you believe him. That there might be a way out of the darkness.

As the last of your tears dry Hotch steps back slightly giving you space but keeping his presence comforting and solid. He ushers you to sit without words before pulling up a chair close to yours. His demeanor still radiating calm and concern. You notice his jaw tighten for a moment, a silent tell to his anger at seeing you hurting so openly.

As you finally voice the painful truth, "He's been hurting me, Hotch," the words echo starkly in the quiet office. Saying it aloud makes it all too real. A wave of embarrassment washes over you. Your gaze drops to your hands, fidgeting with the ends of the scarf. You can't bear to meet his eyes as you were afraid of what you might see there—pity, shock, or worse, disbelief.

Your fingers tremble as you slowly unwrap the scarf from around your neck, exposing the harsh evidence of your partner's violence. The bruises are stark against your skin. A palette of black and blue that makes your stomach churn. When Hotch sucks in a breath, a sound of sharp distress, you flinch, the sound bringing home the reality of your exposure.

"I'm so sorry," Hotch breathes out. His voice thick with emotion. You still can't look at him being too overwhelmed by a mix of shame and the relief of finally sharing your burden. The room suddenly feels too small. The air too thick with the weight of your confessed reality.

"You don’t have to go through this alone anymore," Hotch continues. His voice a steady, grounding force in the chaos of your emotions. Despite his words a knot of anxiety tightens in your chest. The vulnerability of the moment making you acutely uncomfortable.

Hotch's chair scrapes softly against the floor as he moves slightly closer. "I'm here, and we'll do whatever it takes to ensure he can't hurt you again," he says with a resolve that is both reassuring and overwhelming. You finally risk a glance up at him, meeting his gaze. Instead of the judgment you feared, you find only deep concern and a protective firmness. You shouldn’t have expected any less than that from him.

Seeing your hesitation and discomfort, Hotch reaches out slowly, giving you time to withdraw if you choose. When his hand gently takes yours, it's a lifeline, solid and warm. "We'll figure this out together," he assures you. His voice low and calm. "Let’s focus on what you need right now."

Tears well up in your eyes as you meet his steady gaze. Your fear of your partner bubbling to the surface. "I'm scared, Hotch," you whisper, your voice breaking with the weight of your admission. "I'm afraid of what he might do if I leave. He could do something drastic..." The possibility hangs heavily between you. A dark cloud of fear.

Hotch squeezes your hand gently. His touch reassuring as it always is. "We'll take every precaution," he promises with his tone imbued with determination. "You're not alone in this. We have resources and procedures to protect you. Trust me Y/N. You're safe."

His words were spoken with such a conviction that slowly penetrate the fog of your fear. The immediate comfort of knowing you're not alone, bolstered by Hotch's unwavering support, helps to steady the tumult inside you. The future may remain uncertain but with Hotch by your side you feel a spark of hope. A hope that perhaps you can break free from the shadows and rebuild your life once again.

The conversation with Hotch stretches late into the evening as a mix of detailed planning and moments of quiet support. Once the office empties and the building quiets Hotch makes a decision. "Why don't you stay with me tonight?" he suggests gently. "It's late and I'd feel better knowing you're safe." You agree, feeling a mix of gratitude and anxiety about the imposition. Hotch reassures you it's no trouble. Together you leave the dimly lit office, stepping into the cool night air that seems to offer a breath of tentative freedom.

The drive to his home is quiet, filled with the soft hum of the car and the distant glow of streetlights. Upon arriving, Hotch introduces you to his home with a warmth that's both inviting and respectful of your space. He shows you to the guest room making sure you have everything you need before he leaves. "Make yourself at home," he says. "We'll figure out the next steps in the morning." You give a grateful nod before heading to bed yourself. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep after your head hit the pillow. You’d truly never felt safer than you had right then.

The next morning as you make your way to the kitchen, Jack spots you and his face instantly lights up. "You're here!" he exclaims before running towards you with arms wide open. You kneel down just in time to catch him as he launches into a big hug. His enthusiasm bringing a genuine smile to your face. "I missed you!" he chirps, and you can't help but laugh, the sound mingling with his giggles.

Hotch watched the interaction from the doorway and smiles warmly but also feels a pang of concern given your recent ordeal. As Jack wraps his arms around you, Hotch steps forward and gently places a hand on his son's shoulder. "Be careful, buddy," he says softly, his voice tinged with protective caution. "She's a little hurt."

Jack’s expression immediately shifts to one of concern as he pulls back slightly. His bright eyes scanning your face with a mix of confusion and worry. "Did I hurt you more?" he asks, his voice small, his usual cheer replaced by a serious, almost adult-like concern.

You shake your head quickly making sure to offer him a reassuring smile. "No, Jack, you didn’t hurt me at all," you explain while ruffling his hair gently. "I'm just a little sore, that’s all. Your hug is actually just what I needed."

Relieved but still slightly cautious, Jack nods and gives you a gentler, more measured hug this time. Hotch watches this exchange. His own heart swelling with mixed emotions—gratitude for the innocent care Jack shows and a renewed resolve to ensure that both you and his son are kept safe from any harm.

Later as Jack plays outside, Hotch joins you on the porch with a thoughtful expression on his face. He watches his son for a moment before turning to you. His gaze serious yet open. "This morning, seeing you with Jack… the way he lights up around you. It reminded me of something important I've been meaning to share," he chooses his words carefully as he speaks to you.

Your gaze lets him know he can continue. "I ended things with Beth a few months ago," he reveals letting the statement hang in the air for a moment to gauge your reaction. "It was the right decision. My heart wasn't fully in it, and I realized I needed to be honest with myself about my feelings."

You're taken aback. Your surprise evident. "Oh, I... I had no idea. She seemed so lovely," you reply trying to mask your confusion. Beth had always appeared perfect for him. She seemed kind, attentive, and good with Jack.

Hotch nods, acknowledging your point. "She was lovely," he admits, "but she wasn't what I was looking for. Not what Jack needed either." His gaze drifts towards his son, watching him play with a gentle smile.

He then turns back to you with a thoughtful expression. "We needed someone who could really be a part of our lives, understand us. Someone who already fits so seamlessly into our little world," he adds. His eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary, hinting at deeper layers to his words.

The implication of his statement hangs between you, stirring a mix of emotions between the both of you. His revelation not only adds a new dimension to your understanding of his current situation but also subtly places you at the center of his thoughts. The gentle hint that you might be the answer they needed feels both overwhelming and heartening.

"I just want you to know that I'm here for you, especially now," Hotch continues. His tone sincere. "It's been a tough time and you shouldn't have to go through it alone. Whatever support you need. I'm here."

As you absorb his words, a sense of safety envelops you coupled with a budding realization of the importance of your presence in his life. Not just as a colleague but potentially something more. The careful balance he maintains in offering support while subtly revealing his personal reflections provides a comforting stability as you navigate the complex emotions of your current situation.

Several days had passed since you sought refuge at Hotch's home after breaking things off with your ex. Each day Hotch gently suggests reasons for you to extend your stay. His concern palpable. "Just until we’re sure you’re safe," he reassures you, but his eyes betray a deeper plea for you to remain longer.

One evening after Jack is safely tucked into bed Hotch opens a bottle of wine and pours two glasses. He hands you one with a soft smile that doesn't quite mask his underlying nervousness. "Thought we could use this," he says as he joins you on the couch. The house is quiet, the subtle buzz of the evening creating a cocoon of calm around you.

As you sip the rich wine, the warmth it brings is matched only by the comfort of the familiar space. Hotch breaks the silence first, his voice low and laden with unspoken thoughts. "I’ve been doing a lot of thinking," he starts. Hesitating as he chooses his words carefully. "About what’s important... about what I want for the people I care about."

He pauses before taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "I want you to stay here a little longer. Not just for safety but because it feels right having you here. These days with you and Jack... they’ve felt more like home than anything I've known in a long time."

The atmosphere shifts charged with an emotion that’s both tender and terrifying. Hotch continues with his voice softening, "I think we could be good for each other… if you're willing to see where this might go."

Moved by his candidness and the earnestness in his eyes you find yourself nodding slightly. Your own emotions mirrored in his expression. "I've felt it too," you whisper. "It’s easy with you. With Jack.."

Hotch reaches out, his hand covering yours. His touch warm and sure. "I can love you so much better than he ever did," he says with a confidence you hadn’t heard from him. His voice deep and resolute. Then, taking another deep breath, he adds, "I love you. I love you with everything in me. More than I ever thought possible."

His confession, raw and powerful, cuts through the last of your reservations. Tears well up in your eyes as you take in the depth of his feelings laid bare in the quiet of the night. This isn't just a moment of comfort. It's a turning point, a beginning of something profound and life-altering.

As you sit there, the night deepening around you, you lean into him with your head resting against his shoulder. "I love you too, Aaron," you admit to him. Your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. In the soft glow of the living room, you start to imagine a future that holds not just safety, but a shared life filled with love and understanding.

Two years have woven themselves seamlessly into the fabric of your life with Hotch and Jack. What began as a sanctuary in times of turmoil has blossomed into a full, shared existence, each day deepening the bond between you all. The BAU team, integral to your journey, has watched this transformation and played a part in nurturing your collective happiness.

On a sun-drenched Saturday, Hotch has orchestrated a gathering under the guise of a simple spring barbecue at a picturesque local park. The team is there, along with Jack, who’s energetically darting around with Rossi and Prentiss in a spirited game of soccer. Garcia is setting the mood with a carefully curated playlist while you and JJ are laughing over a shared joke by the picnic tables.

As the afternoon wanes with everyone sated by laughter and good food, Hotch taps his glass gently with a fork drawing eyes with the subtle, familiar command of his presence. The conversations taper off, leaving a blanket of anticipatory silence.

“I’ve spent much of my life dedicated to understanding moments—capturing them before they slip away,” Hotch begins, his voice resonating with a rare tremor of vulnerability. He looks over at you, his eyes shimmering with unspoken words. “But the moments I’ve cherished the most have been with all of you—my team, my family. And especially with you,” he turns fully towards you, taking your hand in his.

Jack, picking up on the significance of the moment, quiets down and moves closer. His young face alight with curiosity and excitement. Hotch’s gaze softens as he kneels in front of you. A gesture that pulls at the heartstrings of everyone present.

“Since you entered our lives, you’ve brought light into shadows I didn’t even know existed. You’ve made a house feel like a home again, and you’ve taught me that love isn’t just a remnant of the past but a promise for the future,” he continues. His voice thick with emotion. From his pocket, he produces a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring that captures the late afternoon sunlight.

“Will you marry me?” His words, simple yet profound, hang in the air.

Tears stream down your cheeks, joyous and unrestrained, as you nod emphatically. Words were lost in the swell of emotions. “Yes, Aaron, yes!”

Jack jumps up, cheering, "She said yes!" His delight infectious bringing the team to erupt into their own cheers. Garcia captures every second, her lens fogging slightly with her own tears.

Spencer, who has been quietly observant, steps forward with a bottle of champagne. “To new beginnings,” he says. His voice steady but emotional, reflecting his deep affection for both of you. He pops the cork, and as the champagne flows, so do the congratulations.

Morgan playfully nudges Hotch, while JJ, ever the emotional heart of the team, hugs you tightly, whispering, “He’s never looked happier.”

You grin to one of your very own best friends. “I’ve never been happier.”

As the evening unfolds with laughter and shared stories, the sense of family deepens. The park was bathed in the glow of sunset, feels like a snapshot of a new chapter. One filled with love and the quiet promise of forever. Your heart, full and overflowing, knows this is just the beginning.

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caramelarrowswife · 2 months ago

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THAT BOY NEEDS THERAPY

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After.. recent events, everyone is fairly certain Dark Cacao Cookie needs some form of therapy. That is to say, everyone but Dark Cacao himself. According to the king, he’s completely fine and the nightmares aren’t that bad for his sleep schedule.

Pure Vanilla Cookie is their best shot at getting through to him.

(PRACTICING FIRST PERSON/PRESENT TENSE)

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I was sitting in my office when my husband, Pure Vanilla Cookie, had interrupted my work. The moment I saw the smile he wore, I knew he was going to make me do something I did not enjoy in the slightest. My mind raced with all the possibilities when he cut me off to tell me outright.

“I would like to have a little talk with you,” Pure Vanilla said.

For those of you who are unaware, ‘a little talk’ means ‘therapy’. I greatly dislike therapy. Pure Vanilla is fully aware of this.

I now realise he is still waiting for an answer.

“No,” I tell him. He frowns at me.

“Cacao, you can’t say that,” Pure Vanilla says. His voice takes a more disappointed tone, one I really dislike. I’m really good at disliking things.

“I can, actually,” I reply, frowning back at him. “I don’t want to ‘have a little talk with you’ when your voice is like that.”

Pure Vanilla’s frown deepens, as if asking me why. I don’t give his frown an answer. He can use his words if he wants an answer.

“You have to talk to someone, my dear,” Pure Vanilla murmurs. “It isn’t healthy to keep all your feelings locked up.”

“It seems there is a lot I can’t do,” I say sharply. I’m acting like a child.

“Quit acting like a child,” Pure Vanilla sighs. I give him a pointed look, to show him this doesn’t bother me because I thought of it first.

“I don’t want to talk,” I say again. “I don’t want anyone in my head.”

“Cacao. I won’t get in your head, I promise. I just.. want you to talk about how you’re feeling,” Pure Vanilla replies softly.

Sometimes, I wonder if he knows me at all.

He seems to pick up on my swiftly impairing mood and detracks, cupping my face in his palms. The only reason I lean into it is because my office is awfully cold. I let open a window because of that damned incense Affogato Cookie keeps leaving around.

“The loss of your son has been hard on you,” Pure Vanilla continues, “And the loss of your warriors, although a hallucination, had an impact on your mental health as well. Please, talk to me.”

“I am fine,” I grumble.

I start tapping my fingers in impatience to let Pure Vanilla know he needs to wrap it up, but he seems to take it as stress. I know this because he lets out a noise that he also makes when he notices a wounded sheep. I hate pity and I am not a wounded sheep. I wonder if Pure Vanilla knows this.

“I am not a sheep,” I say. He looks at me funny.

“Cacao, promise me you’re telling the throat. Promise me you’re doing okay.”

“I promise I’m telling the truth,” I lie.

“You don’t look like it. You look like you’re moping because I won’t let you continue working,” Pure Vanilla points out.

I let him know I do not mope.

“Brooding, then,” Pure Vanilla sighs. “My point still stands. I either drag you to therapy or you talk to me about what happened in Beast Yeast.”

“I’m talking to you now, does that count?” Dark Cacao asked.

“No.”

I frown at him.

He ignores me completely – how discourteous – and continues talking about the dangers of isolating one’s mind and soul and all that useless stuff. I ignore him back and start focusing on my paperwork again. He swats me on the back of my head and I send him a betrayed look. He isn’t swayed by it in the slightest.

“Very well, then..”

I look up just in time to be grabbed by the back of my cloak and dragged off my chair.

“Put me down!” I shout, but it’s of no use. I am harshly removed from my office by a healer who should not be this strong. “Fine, I’ll talk!”

He abruptly drops me, causing me to land on the hard floor unceremoniously. I glower at nearby Watchers and they scurry away.

Therapy it is, then.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months ago

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Do you think it's possible that Trey actually hate Riddle and baking?! I mean I never thought about that nor I thought about it until nowdays but I have read Trey's labwear vignette and some spoilers from the current chapters of book seven and I'm confused (I play through the English account only but I don't mind spoilers)

To recap for those who haven't read Trey's Labwear vignettes, it's a story that centers around him growing strawberries which he will use in a strawberry tart for Heartlabyul's next tea party. I will only be discussing these vignettes in this post, as the book 7 Heartslabyul update that's out so far currently does not cover Trey's dream and I believe what's already present in the vignettes is sufficient to answer Anon's question.

So firstly, here is how Rook responds when Trey tells him about his plans for the strawberries: "Heh, and here I thought you were just a strawberry enthusiast. But the real reason was Riddle—the Roi des Roses. [...] Such profound loyalty! That's what makes you the Chevalier!" Trey replies with, "Profound? That's laying it on a little thick. Riddle and I go way back, so I happen to know what he likes. That's all there is to it."

The vignettes continue and lead into Trey giving his strawberries away to Jade, who needs them to replace the fruit meant for an important customer's birthday cake. (Floyd ate the fruit, lol) In exchange for doing Jade this favor, Trey asks that he acquire a strawberry tart from a very fancy and exclusive bakery so he can present said tart at the Heartslabyul tea party. This surprises Rook, who says, "I was wondering if a strawberry tart made with your love might make Riddle happier, that's all." Trey just replies with, "Ha ha. As if."

Both Rook and Jade express that they believed Trey was "the type who'd rather feed Riddle homemade treats baked with love", only for Trey to shatter their expectations of him. "Just what kind of guy do you think I am, anyway?" Trey asks. "I mean [...] I can see how others would get that impression of me... But honestly, love has nothing to do with it. My main priority is keeping my housewarden/dorm leader from going berserk with his tyrant mode. That way, all's right with the world, as they say." Rook then states that though he thought of Trey as Riddle's loyal knight, perhaps his perception of him was off--because, in reality, Trey is very cunning. Trey just laughs it off and claims to be "normal".

Now, based on just that summary alone, it's easy for someone to judge Trey's comments as uncaring towards Riddle. He doesn't claim to have a profound loyalty to Riddle, dismisses his knowledge of Riddle's tastes, is willing to take shortcuts to obtain something for him instead of handmaking it, and then outright admits he doesn't bake with love in mind. However, this does not mean Trey hates or even dislikes Riddle or the act of baking itself.

Trey states "I DO enjoy cooking [...]" (which also includes baking) in these same vignettes, so the latter claim that he hates baking is already debunked. If you want to believe he’s lying, that’s up to your discretion. However, I believe he does have a real interest in it, as he bakes even in situations where he is not expected to serve others, like in Science Club. Furthermore, Trey considers an internship in the food industry and potentially getting a patisserie license. He also consistently asks for cooking-related items as gifts for his birthday (aprons, flour sifters, cookbooks, etc.) and wishes for a food processor in Wish Upon a Star. If he despised cooking or baking, why would this be a consistent part of his career plans and free time?

To debunk the idea that Trey actually "hates" Riddle, we need to read between the lines and seek out supporting evidence.

You also need to keep in mind that Rook and Trey are the two main conversationalists in these vignettes, and these two have VERY different perspectives and ways of communicating. Rook is over-the-top and emotional, whereas Trey is grounded and realistic. If Rook is going to claim Trey is a total Riddle loyalist, it's quite an extreme comment and of course it's gotta be Trey to remind him to tamp down his expectations. Their personalities will inform how they act and interact with one another.

We should also remember that Trey—yes, Mr. “I am Normal” Clover—is a student selected by the Mirror of Darkness. That means that he, like everyone else at this NRC, has problems with being honest about his emotions and being open “friends” with others. However, it’s also true that Trey is often mistaken for a nice guy and a caring older brother figure because of how often he plays mediator or helps others out. Trey is aware of this perception that others have of him as well (“[…] I can see how others would get that impression of me…”).

In any case, the focus here isn't Trey rejecting a love for Riddle, he is rejecting the notion that he bakes "with love". As in, he doesn't subscribe to being all sentimental about his cooking. He just... makes food, and is honestly probably sick of it given how often he has to take charge of the baking for the tea parties they have (see: his own Dorm Uniform vignettes). Trey has to cook for his younger siblings when he's at home too, maybe even help his parents with the bakery. On top of that, he has to frequently manage other people and make sure they don't cause a mess (and if they do, he has to help clean it up). It's so routine yet also so demanding to him, so the guy probably wants a break. And honestly? Is there genuinely something wrong with wanting to take a shortcut once in a while (especially when you already work your ass off) and buy a nice high-quality snack instead of making it yourself? It was the easier way for Trey to save himself the hassle (not to mention the time, effort, and ingredients) by buying a cake. It's not even like he's cheaping out or providing an inferior product in the place of the strawberry tart Trey would have baked. In the end, he would still achieve the same result with a lot less pain on his part. Riddle would still be given a tasty treat, he would still be satisfied. Trey says as much himself: ""[Riddle]'ll be delighted when he finds out this's from a famous patisserie. I don't have to make a whole tart from scratch for him to be happy."

As vice dorm leader, Trey has to deal with a lot of things. Chief among these things and exclusive to him is managing Riddle's temper, which Trey clearly states ("My main priority is keeping my housewarden/dorm leader from going berserk with his tyrant mode."); this conflict is also present several times across the rest of the main story, events, and other vignettes, like Trey's Ceremonial Robes ("Well, we managed to avoid having Riddle explode in a blaze of anger, so I'd call today a success."). Can it be stressful to deal with someone who's very anger-prone? Yes. Does it wear on Trey to always have this job fall to him? Also yes. But does he despise Riddle for this? No. If anything, Trey is INCREDIBLEY patient with him, and he grants him this grace because they are friends and he understands Riddle's background, where that rage and the need for control is learned from. (You may also want to consider that Trey himself may harbor guilt about the role he played in Riddle's trauma; that's a topic I have written about at length in this analysis.) Rook remarks on this too: "From where I'm standing, your bond appears to go far deeper than that."

I think it's made pretty clear in book 1 that Trey cares a lot about Riddle, even if he may also get worn out with him at times or not always want to put 100% of his efforts in. Recall that it was Trey that intervened when Riddle summoned rose bushes to attack Ace--because he didn't want to see his friend turn into a murderer. Recall that it was Trey who called out to Riddle after his OB--because he doesn't want to lose him. This might be hard to visualize from the in-game assets alone, so I implore you to read the official manga adaptation. Trey's raw emotions really come through in his expressions. The concern, the sorrow, the fear he feels witnessing one of his childhood friends spiral into his worst tendencies, reliving his trauma... and then there’s Trey’s stone-cold determination to pull Riddle out of the dark… It's all there:

***Lots of images from the manga below the cut!!***

And then???? The relief and joy Trey wears when he realizes Riddle is okay… that he can finally apologize for not being there for him… that Riddle is improving as a person… that he can still laugh with him, advise him… This is a genuine friendship here.

Look at this splash page as well! Trey is glancing in an almost forlorn way at Riddle. The text, as well as the framing, implies a longing to be closer—to reconnect after so long apart and emotionally distant.

The had so much fun together as children too!! And look at how heartbroken Trey looks after having lost the ability to hang out with Riddle 😭

BUT THIS PART REALLY GETS ME THE MOST…

In Twisted Wonderland, hands are a very important symbol. It's what links--what connects--two people. The hand beckoning you in the mirror begins our journey, NRC's prideful students refuse to hold hands or to band together, etc. And what do we see recurring in Trey and Riddle's friendship? That's right, it's hands.

Trey offers his hand to Riddle when they first meet as children. You can tell from the panels just how hesitant Riddle is to accept him. Then, in modern day, when OB Riddle has been defeated, he reaches out toward a keyhole which is shining with a light. As the blot drips away from his flesh, Riddle finally comes back to reality... and whose hand is he holding? Whose hand is he squeezing so tightly? Yeah, it's Trey's--and I think that this, in of itself, speaks to the strength of their bond.

The light novel makes Trey’s care for Riddle even more obvious. There is an entire chapter dedicated to Riddle’s post-OB flashback, and towards the end of it, Riddle remarks that he hears a voice calling out to him gently. He wonders if it is his mother, but the next chapter then opens and it’s made clear that it was Trey all along.

I genuinely don't think that Trey, would go to so many of the lengths that he does if he secretly hated Riddle. He supports him, advises him, and eventually stands up to him (when he was so hesitant to do so before).

I definitely don't think we're supposed to interpret Trey's Labwear vignettes as "oh, he hates Riddle". It's meant to be more of a piece on Trey's cunning and how he's not as 'nice" as many other characters see him as. He's willing to take conveniences that are offered to him, and he'll make deals with others to get those conveniences--but at the end of the day, it's all for a good cause: maintaining the peace.

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