#I don’t dislike these people as much as the ones who refuse to leash their dogs but it’s a near fuckin thing
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Politely: if you see me in my yard, struggling to wrangle my very reactive dog (who is going BALLISTIC because of YOUR dog across the street) and you just. Stop to stare at the spectacle
What the fuck is wrong with you??
#these people are BAFFLING#grog is extremely twitchy about other dogs and surprises#he’s in deep need of better socialization after being a covid puppy#and every time a neighbor just. stops moving to watch me forcibly hauling him away from the fence#i just want to scream#how do you think that’s helping??? ooh funny to watch the lesbian huffing and puffing ooooh so fun#keep going on your walk lady! I am not here for your entertainment!#I don’t dislike these people as much as the ones who refuse to leash their dogs but it’s a near fuckin thing
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SOMETHING DESIRED !!! TOTO W. X FEM!READER (18+)
summary: "don't mix business with pleasure" they said, but who were they to stop her and toto from wanting each other?
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), based on a request from my ask, use of explicit language, rbr test driver!horner!reader (christian's sister), forbidden love trope-ish, porn with plot, unprotected sex (plz don't do that), office sex, lowk filthy, size kink (heavy on this), choking, dacryphilia
song rec: now by trouble maker
note: this is the closest thing you'll ever have to a fic where a horner and a wolff banged. enjoy xx
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she wanted him. and he wanted her too. he just refused to let his desires give in to save face.
and she hated it so much. she hated that she saw him as someone else’s younger sister and nothing else.
she hated that she was even related to christian horner of all people. she usually didn’t care about christian— she had no reason to dislike him as he’d been nothing but a caring brother. she just hated that toto wolff saw her as nothing but an extension to christian’s surname.
she supposed that’s what would happen as she entered the motorsports industry later than he did. it wasn’t her fault that christian was twenty years older than her.
it wasn’t his fault either. but to be told that you were off limits to every single man in the grid and every team? she loathed her brother so much.
because amongst those men that christian horner had warned, the mercedes amg team principal became the subject of her interest— and her desire for him grew as her brother and toto wolff became friends outside of their teams.
“you don’t have to mix business with pleasure,” she almost scoffed when christian told her about his friendship with toto.
how hypocritical, she thought, because even i’m not allowed to see drivers or staff outside of business hours for ‘pleasurable’ reasons.
at the age of 30, many would’ve expected her to be shackled to some man outside of the industry— probably married to him with a child.
yet here she was, a single woman whose title as a test driver for red bull racing expired a few weeks ago. she appreciated the opportunity given by her brother— the team principal, really. but the longer she worked for his team the longer his big brother act would prevent her from wanting anyone.
and if christian told her that she couldn’t have anyone, then he too couldn’t have her intelligence that helped bring his team to success.
and when the rumours of her contract’s expiration went around the pit lane— every team scouted her. after all, this horner was an important asset to red bull’s success for this season and the season ahead of them.
she could’ve accepted scuderia ferrari’s offer. amongst the desperate teams that rolled the red carpet for her, the scarlet team offered her a large sum of money. they wanted her knowledge in car development as much as they wanted her expertise in driving.
yet she didn’t choose the money. instead, she found herself sitting across from the mercedes team principal. why?
“you’ve been looking well,” toto started, his eyes trained on her as he spoke, “did your brother’s team stress you out that much?”
“being in that team is stressful, alright,” she scoffed, earning a deep chuckle from toto as she continued, “30 years old and i’m still being treated like i’m sixteen. all they wanted was my brain— yet my brother kept me on a tight leash as if i didn’t know any better outside this industry.”
“so now you’ve decided to let your contract expire,” toto said with a nod of understanding. “he can’t do so much about it. you’re a free woman.”
“i’ve always been,” she gave him a grim smile and quipped, “all the men in our business just refused to believe that because of who my brother was.”
“you were a younger woman,” toto said with a gulp, “it was only right of christian to protect you like he did.”
“and five years later, i’ve grown,” she bit back.
“you are still his younger sister,” toto reasoned. he knew where the younger horner was getting at here.
there was an unspoken agreement between the two that they wanted each other. they’ve agreed on it during dinners, during their family vacations and during those days when toto wolff was invited into christian’s home and she was there too.
they’ve always agreed on it. yet toto was letting her down like this— like the agreement should remain unspoken and unheard of.
“are you seriously going to let his stupid mouth and his whole big brother act dictate what you want, toto?” she asked with a hint of irritation in her tone. “i’m not christian— and he’s not me because he doesn’t know how much you fucking want me. and i do. i do understand.”
“i allowed myself a couple of months— months to decide on whether or not i was going to stay in his team,” she continued. “i could’ve signed before the season was over but i didn’t. because this gives me the chance to work with your team— to work with you.”
“this,” she pointed at the contract in front of her. “gives me the chance to make you realize that i’m not just an extension to your friend’s name. that your feelings for me shouldn’t be deterred by your friendship with my brother— who i want nothing to do with because it’s not his life that’s being put on hold. it’s mine.”
she let out a heavy sigh and chuckled humourlessly. “but i suppose we shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.”
he merely stared at her as she stood up. she flashed him a smile as if she hadn’t just gone off and berated him for listening too much to christian.
then she said, “i’ll come back next week. i’m expecting the contract agreement to be modified by then so we can finalize the deal.”
yeah, who the fuck was christian for him to dictate who she wanted and who toto wanted?
the door slammed shut as she turned around, the gap between her and toto was little to nothing as his breath fanned across her face. he dipped his head and captured her lips in a lustful kiss.
she almost moaned at the feeling of his tongue tangling with hers. her body burned in desire as she craved for more.
toto wanted more too, and she could tell that by the way he ravaged her without hesitation.
his office at the factory was filled with nothing but silent screams and sounds of low growl and skin slapping. everybody had left hours before she arrived at the factory.
thankfully the mercedes staff wouldn’t have to hear their employer fucking the most scouted talent at the pit lane right now— and even if they did, it was in their best interest to keep their mouth shut about it.
but toto and the woman couldn’t find themselves to care at the moment, both were too drawn to each other as toto’s cock thrusted into her deeply.
she held into the leather couch and cried quietly, tears threatening to fall from the pleasure that she felt when his cock continued to rub against the sensitive spot that nestled inside her cunt.
“fuck, schatz,” toto hissed from behind her, pulling her back against his chest as he wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed it lightly. she gasped, catching the last of her breath before he let go and kept his hand around her.
then his other hand took hers and placed her palm flat against her stomach, making her squirm and moan. “do you feel that, liebling? that’s my cock. such a filthy girl- wanting a big cock inside this little pussy of hers,” he chuckled darkly as he continued to fuck her.
she loved the feeling of it— his cock buried in her cunt while he manhandled her body. the constant protrusion in her stomach drove her wild. she had always known that toto was taller and bigger than most— she just hadn’t expected to crave for more when she felt her lower stomach bulging as he fucked her.
“so desperate f’me,” he muttered, bottoming out inside of her as she whined. her whining subsided when he squeezed her throat again.
“ah shit~” she gasped breathlessly, feeling the pressure around her neck increasing as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“so fucking tight,” toto grunted in her ear, nipping on it as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. “is this what i’ve been missing out on, then? your desperation for me and for my cock, hm?”
and when his grip loosened, she let out a sigh and quietly whimpered, “yes— wanted your cock so bad, toto.”
“you’ve got it now, schatz,” he muttered, moaning at her walls throbbing around him as he continued, “i fucked my cock at the thought of you, you know? wanted to fuck you so bad as much as you wanted me.”
“stroked my cock when you wore those short dresses,” he taunted, earning a whimper from her as she continued to listen to his filthy words, “wishing it’s your hands. i could just hear your voice telling me how your hands couldn’t even wrap themselves around my cock- you are so small in comparison to me— i can’t believe this cunt of yours could even fit all of me.”
“toto, i- i,” she whined, “‘m- ah, hah~ ‘m gonna cum.”
“i know, liebling,” his thrusting became frantic as he chased his high and hers. “i can feel your cunt around me— you’re about to cum aren’t you?”
“mhm— toto pleaseee~” she cried out, “please cum inside me.”
“yeah? you want me to cum inside you?” he hummed in pleasure, “do you want me to fuck this pussy of yours ‘til you’re full of my cum?”
“ye- yes, yes!” she exclaimed, mewling as she continued to plead, “‘s so- so good. so fucking good— please fill me up!”
“how bad do you want it?” he could feel himself nearing his orgasm as well, but he couldn’t help himself. “tell me. how bad do you want it, liebling?”
“soooo bad~ god! toto,” she sobbed.
“it’s just me, liebling, there’s no need to call me god,” he chuckled one last time as he groaned loudly, feeling her spongy walls clenching around him as she let out a loud whine. “fuuuuck~ schatz, i’m gonna— oh fuck!”
his cock twitched against her walls and painted them white, his thrusting slowing down as he let out a long sigh.
pulling out of her, toto sat on the couch and observed her tear stained face with a smile. his large hand pulled her body on his lap, hearing her breath quiver as she gathered her composure.
“this better not be the last time, toto,” she whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft sigh.
he chuckled quietly, “you’re working alongside me now, schatz. and you’re stuck with me outside of work. i know this isn’t the last time.”
don’t mix business with pleasure? sure.
after all, business brought stress. pleasure took the stress away.
toto knew that she’d be able to handle both. he was nothing but proud of her. he couldn’t believe that this resilient woman finally became his.
he wouldn’t let go of her that easily. not when he finally had her.
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🗝️ favorite antagonist?
🐻❄️(if in multiple) your favorite fandom and why?
🌸 a ship others dislike but you don’t?
Avast! Engagement upon ye and questions for the author among us!
🗝️: I said my favorite AA antagonist, so let's answer for my favorite fandoms :P
Sonic: well, our good man Eggman himself! Can't get better than the greatest scientific genius in the world :P my man has survived Sonic more times than gods have. He's a jolly old fellow with a passion for amusement parks who will casually turn nature into a pollutted wasteland, deface ancient ruins to put his face on them, destroy the moon, chain planets, enslave alien races, and all sorts of funny war crimes! And sure, he went through a phase where he relied on gods for help, but unlike many villains of his era, he's admirably hands-on in his questo to squash Sonic.
Aside from him, I think I made clear that I find Infinite endearing in his odd way. He feels like a parody of "cool" villains like Mephiles, so over the top and such a braggart but at the end of the day he's a bully on a leash... a leash Eggman is happy to yank once Infinite makes one too many mistakes in his arrogance. I like that Infinite is the hothead while Eggman is the more careful guy with experience. But I don't know, maybe it's because of his design (unironically really good) or his voice, he's fun to have on screen. I wish they kept his backstory of being an artificial creature, though.
Castlevania: the other guy voiced by Liam O'Brien :P
Isaac is a delight and people who don't like him are just mean. I could go on and on about him, his hypocrisy, how he's genuinely clever but he wastes it because he sees himself as a weapon, his tragic backstory and fate and how I understand why he'd want Hector dead, how he refuses to hurt Julia despite his insanity, how you can infer so many things from his design, especially how he got tattooed from head to toe (in particular the Devil Forgemaster crest) and the fact that he went through the trouble of making himself a collar... but you know what? He's just fun. My man struts in the first cutscene and mocks Hector for not being able to save Rosaly while wiggling his hips at him. He plays him like a fiddle, not because Hector is a dumbass manchild, but because Isaac just knows him and his emotions so well. He's so cruel and petty and bitter and very horny for both Hector and Trevor which understandable, a joy to punch to death in his boss fights but also pitiable by the end, as he was after all just as much of a pawn as Hector was. I wanted more of him. I wanted an Isaac mode :(
Eggman 🤝 Isaac: they don't need to be "humanized" by shitty stories by being made artificially softer, because they are grand ol' bastards and sometimes being grand ol' bastards is enough - plus they are already fleshed out enough in their own bastard way lol
🐻❄️: I'm chilling in the game CV fandom because it's the perfect size :) there are enough people that still engage and make fanart (haven't checked for fanfiction in a while lol) but not enough to become intolerable.
🌸: Knuxamy doesn't seem to be very liked. When #62 came out, the only time I felt joy reading IDW lol, I saw a lot of comments like "THEY ARE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR!". And ah. Usually people who pull this card will accuse you of being "gross" if you see a romantic angle instead :\
And I still remember the frustration when Great Ace Attorney Chronicles came out, and people were just so mean to Baroryuu, mostly because everyone hated Barok :\ thankfully that seems to have died out, and Baroryuu is now in the top 3 ships for GAA.
Can't think of anything for CV. I'm not sure which ships are actively disliked. Most are ignored lol.
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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au xiaojun
kind of getting into the groove of writing so, happy late birthday xj!
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"his birthday is literally a month away."
kun says and you shrug your shoulders, bringing the straw of your milkshake to your lips
"you're the one who taught me it's always good to plan in advance."
"you don't need a month to plan a birthday party, plus its xiaojun - not ten - who would probably insist on a whole gala."
ten throws a look across the table but doesn't dispute this fact
you tap your fingers on your drink and set it down to mumble something about how fine, you'll do it yourself if they don't want to help
it takes two seconds for kun to give an exasperated sigh after that and agree to help you after all
you smile and tell him you knew he would, he's too much of a micromanager to refuse
ten laughs and sicheng smirks as he doesn't look up from his phone
kun gives you the same look ten gave him a minute ago
you've been friends with xiaojun for a good year now
ever since he nearly lost bella when she got off her leash at the local park and you bolted after her like any good citizen would before she could wander off into the street
xiaojun and you have gotten closer
you kind of get him in a way that not a lot of people do
his humor can be kind of dry, and he tends to be picky about certain things
you're exactly the same way so you never really get mad about it - you both have come to learn the things you dislike and like about literally everything
being friends with someone who is as particular about movie popcorn and indoor room temperatures is a blessing more than people might think
the other members see the similarities between you two and more often than not they're happy that xiaojun, who can also be kind of reserved around strangers, has found someone that makes him so comfortable
everyone in their apartment is a character from hendery to yangyang but xiaojun meshes best with you
so it's kind of no surprise that even after a short time of being friends, and most of that time spent around the others
you two start getting the off-handed "you're so alike, why don't you just date?" comments
hendery is the first person to say it after you guys spend hours playing video games together
you and xiaojun are so in sync about everything that the rest of the team feels like you guys have to be playing together when in reality you're not even in the same room
the immediate response is for you to cackle into your headset microphone and for xiaojun to let out a high-pitched, almost theatrical 'never!'
it passes over your heads and nothing changes
but then everyone seems to be saying it
"only you two can put up with each other."
"have you ever considered being more than friends?"
"oh you're 'hanging out' again or are you just actually going on a 'date'?"
the words are supposed to carry absolutely no weight
but at some point when someone says something you end up looking at xiaojun out of the corner of your eye for some kind of response that isn't just a staunch and straightforward
"never!"
it somehow also manages to get worse the month you're planning for his party in secret, both the teasing questions and your weird hope that xiaojun will one day say something different
nearly everyone knows you're trying to put this thing together but him and maybe that's why they tease
or maybe it's because xiaojun only ever seems fully himself when you're beside him
the way the tension in his shoulders falls completely to pieces when you topple over to spread out like a starfish on his sheets
the way the look of complete boerdom on his features shift around and up into a smile when you open the door holding your favorite cold drinks from the bubble tea place next door
the way xiaojun has never let someone close to him like this before - the way he lets you get cloes.
doesn't flinch when you lean over to brush an eyelash from his cheek, seems totally content with having you put a hand on his knee when you're all seated around the table and arguing over who goes next in this game of monopoly
it's a couple of days till the party and you are standing in the parking lot of the apartment building xiaojun lives in, you both have run away from the noise of his roommates
"hey, what do you want for your birthday?"
you feel hot when you ask - and it's not just because of the summer weather
xiaojun's head tilts as he says he hasn't thought about it
"actually, i'd love it if everyone got off our backs with his 'dating' crap."
dating crap
"do you hate it that much?"
"it just feels like they're taking it too seriously."
you run your tongue over your teeth and the unusual pause makes xiaojun narrow his eyes, in the evening darkness you think maybe he won't notice the confusing expression on your face but he does
"did i say something wrong?"
it's almost like he's poking at the sleeping giant question that you both are too nervous to actually ask - do we like each other in a way that's more than just friends? is everyone just pointing out the obvious?
"no, i just got lost in my thoughts for a second."
your mouth feels dry when xiaojun looks like he's going to step closer to you but doesn't
your saving grace is hendery's head popping out over the balcony and yelling for you two to get back inside before the mosquitos eat you alive
xiaojun holds the door open, but you tell him you need to go home early
that night you look at your checklist of things to do for his birthday
you've already sent out invites, you put in the order for the cake, and you got all the decorations
two things are left, pick up cake and snacks and get present
"dating crap"
you say out loud to yourself and for some reason, it hurts in your chest. you decide you'll just get xiaojun some kind of giftcard, maybe so he can buy more games.
"dude, xiaojun is like a cat."
kun says and you try to balance the cake in your hands as you two make your way to his car
it's the day of the party, kun is lugging bags of snacks and you're thankful that the cake has xiaojun's name on it spelled correctly, but something doesn't feel celebratory about all this
the excitement of making xiaojun happy has turned to anxiety ever since your talk in the parking lot
dating crap, dating crap, dating crap - did i say something wrong?
you squeeze the thought from your mind and look at kun with your brows furrowed
"what?"
"he's like a cat ok, he'll never show how much he wants something until he gets it."
it's cryptic and you tell kun you don't know what he's talking about, the cake is cold even through the bag it's in as you place it on your lap in the passenger seat
kun sighs as if he knows you're just being difficult
"sure, anyway xiaojun will be back to the apartment at seven so we should have enough time to set everything up."
at a red light, just as you're deep in mixing thoughts about xiaojun and your feelings and his feelings and how you sometimes get embarrassed seeing him walk around shirtless or eating from the same plate as him
kun goes, "by the way what did you get him as a present?
"oh a giftcard for games."
kun taps his finger against the wheel
xiaojun is actually surprised when he walks through the door and you all jump up with balloons and cheers and brightly colored party hats
he immediately looks at you in the crowd and asks
"you did this all for me?"
your heart threatens to jump up and out of your chest because he should look normal like he always does
but he's standing there with his grey t-shirt and silver chain looking like a sculpted masterpiece bestowed on you from heaven itself
god, i have it bad.
"we did it together!"
"nah it was like all them!"
hendery counters your modesty before throwing his arms around xiaojun into a half tackle hug
the party is like ... any other party
kun was kind of write, you didn't need to take a whole month to plan, but you're glad it is all going smoothly
people are enjoying the food, people are playing the usual games and chitchatting and summer is wafting in from the open balcony door
the pets are scampering around from lap to lap and someone has put on music that's upbeat but not ear piercing or distracting
xiaojun is being passed around for presidents and hugs and congratulations for another year of his life
and you are in the kitchen constantly putting new bowls of chips out, busying yourself with your hands to fight this weird churn of your stomach
xiaojun looks so handsome i could be sick. i want all of his attention but that's such a horrible thing to think - this is his party, this is literally. his. party.
someone taps your shoulder and you half expect it to be another person asking where the dip is when you turn to see xiaojun
"thank you so much"
his voice is softer than usual
"oh don't thank me, it's your birthday, it's the least i could do."
"i guess when i said i don't want a present you went with a party which is so sweet and unexpected."
the compliment goes over your head because the mention of that conversation has you thinking about it again.
dating crap. did i say something wrong - you feel cold in an apartment of packed bodies - it's like he was saying i don't like you like that. i don't love you.
"a-ah, yeah. i did also get you a present."
you fish the gift card that was put in a pretty envelope by the employee out of your pocket and hand it to him shyly
"i know it's not much-"
"no, you know me so well. you know i wanted to get all those new skins and stuff."
he's gripping the cup of soda in his hand unusually tight, you try not to notice the way it makes the veins that run up his forearm stand out
"xiaojun!"
someone's attention is needed and he disappears with a little smile. the conversation feels so stoic. it doesn't feel the way you and him talk.
and then somehow you end up in a circle on the floor with bella in your lap playing truth or dare
it's a birthday party in a huge apartment, so it's bound to reflect some of the traditions of high school
also hendery got too excited about playing it and no one wanted to say no
everyone starts off the way these things always go, embarrassing borderline comedic dares. stupid truth questions so that roommates can out other roommates for their mistakes.
you laugh a lot, you notice xiaojun keeps looking at you
then it gets to the birthday boy himself and hendery's big white grin kind of scares you
"so xiaojun, truth or dare?"
"truth"
a loud ringing of 'oooh's' plays through the walls and you swallow
"is it true..........you aren't romantically interested in your best friend?"
all eyes turn to you and then xiaojun
bella whimpers in your lap like she's sentenced the shift, she hops out and stretches before finding a corner somewhere else - you wish you could find a corner somewhere too.
xiaojun's face is unreadable, you haven't touched any alcohol all night but your vision feels fuzzy
"no. we're just super close friends."
the smile on hendery's face falls and the crescendo of your heartbreaking thumps through your ears so much that it physically hurts
someone coughs and clears their throat
you don't even register what you're doing as you're doing it, don't hear xiaojun say your name or the hard thwack of kun's hand on the back of xiaojun's shoulder
"are you insane, why would you say that when you don't mean it?"
the question floats from someone's mouth and it's not yours and you don't stick around to hear xiaojun's answer
you only navigate yourself up to your feet and out of that apartment because your body puts autopilot into flight mode
you're maybe two blocks down the street when something warm wraps its arms around you
you don't move - your eyes are fixated on the asphalt
"im so stupid, im sorry."
xiaojun's voice breaks in a way you've never heard before
"you're not stupid for not liking me back."
your voice sounds flat in a way you've never heard before too
the arms around you drop and you start to move forward again, still wanting to get away from him and everyone else
"no. i mean im stupid for lying."
you stop
"i thought you didn't want me to be interested in you like that and then kun said that's the dumbest thing he's ever heard because you obviously-"
xiaojun can't say the rest of the sentence because he's waiting for you to confirm
kun is always right about so many things, when he'd said xiaojun is like a cat, you get this is what he meant
"that i obviously am in love with you?"
you hear the sigh escape from xiaojun before you turn full around
when you do xiaojun nods, opens his arms again and you have never felt more fit for a place than when you tuck yourself into his chest and he buries his nose into your hair
"you're so bad at truth or dare"
you muffle into his shirt and he laughs, squeezing you closer
you don't mind the way you stick to each other under the glaring heat of the last summer month's hold
of course you come back to the apartment and everyone looks like they've just been saved from drowning in the titanic
the birthday party goes to a congrats-on-finally-confessing-your-feelings-you-two-idiots party
and for all the time you two spent apart that evening, you're now glued to xiaojun's side and it finally is in a way that lets your fingers brush and hold onto each other
in a way that lets him turn his head to kiss your temple when he's had enough of the conversation or argument his other roommates are in
you refuse to let him clean when the party is over - he is the birthday boy - but he does it anyway
you get some alone time on the balcony again and you kiss some more, all shy and new and tender
but xiaojun's hand finds your hip and you stammer against his mouth
you want to stay over but literally everyone is home so you peck xiaojun on the lips and he mutters we could just cuddle instead when you say goodbye at the door
the rest of august is sweeter than summer ice cream
you and xiaojun go on dates, which xiaojun is actually good at planning because he just knows you so well and he knows you are not the type of person who wants to go to fancy, uptight restaurant or even entertains the idea of seeing sappy romance movies in theaters
he knows what to order for you two before you even come over
you know what he needs when he just offhandedly mentions that he needs to get some stuff from the store
and it's like you two are connected by something more than just a physical need for the other, it's like your souls have been intertwined and your minds too
you do finally get to come over when the rest of the members are out practicing or hanging out with other people
and you check the door to the room is locked about six times before xiaojun has to rope you into his arms with his pretty lips
before scuttling out from under the covers to check the lock himself too
it makes you laugh, he laughs too, you two kiss and you think you can only remember xiaojun's taste for hours after
no one, not even strangers, seem surprised by you being together as they learn it
an older woman at the beach says you and him just look like puzzle pieces that have found each other, she says she sees happiness in your futures
and it is all happiness - from that birthday to this one - almost ten years later
xiaojun knows you're planning a party, you always do like it's a tradition, so you can't call it a surprise anymore
but he promises to act shocked when he comes through the door anyway
"is this shocked face good enough?"
he asks, putting his hands on his cheeks and opening his mouth
age has treated him so well, he's still got the absolute best cheekbones you've ever seen in your life
you giggle and clamber over onto the sofa where he is
"no, no - more oomf!"
he tries again and then reaches out to pull you into him, you kiss his nose and he scrunches it up
"how about i just jump up and go 'no way!' or something?"
"xiaojun you're not twenty anymore."
he pouts, "fine. ill think of something."
"by the way what do you want as a present?"
you look into his eyes and the browns soften as they reflect the image of you, the person he's sworn to love for the rest of his life
he shrugs - says he got the best present of all time already
"you said that last ye-"
"and it's true, you're the only thing ive ever wanted so badly i was just too dumb of a guy to ask for it."
your hands are warm on his chest
"that's ok, you still got it in the end."
#ok......ok. so now i actually only have three neos left#*strikes a pose* i love this concept i could write 54387928 of these#wayv scenarios#wayv imagines#wayv au#xiaojun scenarios#xiaojun au#xiaojun#xiaojun x reader#nostolgic!au#nct imagines#nct au#nct scenarios
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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part One: Brothers)
Hey guys, thank you sooo much for getting me to 2,000 followers!! I honestly don’t know what to say... I never dreamed that this little hobby of mine would reach so many eyes, and I can’t be more grateful. At a time in my life where things feel so chaotic and uncertain, being a part of this community and sharing my weird ideas has been what’s kept me going. It’s been such a rewarding experience all around, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 😊
I pulled out all the stops for this post. I even brought out one of my favorite songs of all time: Ao to Natsu by Mrs. GREEN APPLE to get the feel juuust right. I hope you all enjoy it!
This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again...) For the Undateables, please click HERE!
Intro:
Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…
Wonder how that turned out?
Lucifer
Really, really, really tried to push Diavolo to just rent out cabins in but noooo, he wasn’t having it... So he ended up driving a van crammed with his brothers, the MC, and a butt-ton of camping equipment into the Alaskan wilderness…
The car ride itself was insufferable… We’re talking, “I SWEAR I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND!!” level of antics every 10 miles or so (mostly from Mammon)…
Setting up camp was even more of a nightmare because about half of his brothers were utterly useless. The other half (save Satan) were completely clueless… Had it not been for Barbatos and Satan he probably would have just resigned himself to the mercy of the river’s currents and let it take him away…
He couldn’t even wear his usual clothes because of the situation… For the first time in who knows how many centuries, he was stuck wearing jeans… Diavolo even bought him several plaid shirts... (which he was not happy with btw because his brother wouldn’t stop making fun of the “new” him)
He had his own tent of decent-size, enough to move around in but nothing to write home about. The very fact he didn’t have to share was a luxury in itself, so he took it for what it was worth...
He spent a good portion of the trip focused on two things: keeping Diavolo happy and everybody else alive. He rarely left camp unless forced to; he just wanted to get it all over with as soon as possible…
If he did leave, it was because Diavolo would drag him along to fish or hike. He was... less than pleased to be called out of his tent at the crack of dawn or well past dusk to sit on a little rented fishing boat with Diavolo… but he didn’t exactly pick his friends so...
He rates the trip Too Much Trouble/10. Let’s never do it again.
Mammon
Wasn’t a massive fan of being stuck out in the wild, but Satan told him some made-up bullshit about buried treasure out in the forest and got him HOOKED. He even borrowed stole a whole bunch of mining/digging equipment just for the occasion!
He spent most of the car ride asking, “Are we there yet??” like a child. The MC had to step in to keep Lucifer from leaving him on the side of the road at multiple points during the journey...
He was one of the utterly useless ones when it came to setting up camp. Someone charged him with putting up the twin’s tent, and he spent thirty minutes reading (then re-reading) the instructions while shouting expletives. Poor Simeon had to shield Luke from the vulgarity…
He has to share a tent with Levi, which neither of them liked. Mammon mainly because of Levi’s “old fish stink” and Levi because he feared catching “Mammon’s stupid.”
He was all jazzed up to go digging from Day One, though. He’d have breakfast, grab his shovel, then wander out into the middle of nowhere to go dig holes in the ground…
He also got completely lost on Day One, and it took the MC summoning him with their pact to return him to the group... By that time, he was filthy and somehow looked like he had been castaway for days (even though he was gone for like, three hours?)
When he stubbornly refused to stop digging, Lucifer resorted to just tying a rope around his ankle and letting him loose. It was up to Mammon to get back to camp before dinner, or else Lucifer would yank him back like he was on a leash.
Satan waited until the last day to finally tell Mammon the treasure was bullshit, and he was PISSED. He even threw Satan into the river, which resulted in the rest of the brothers joining in for a swim while the two tried to “playfully” drown each other.
He’d rate this trip 0/10 because he didn’t get any buried treasure. What a ripoff…
Leviathan
Hated the idea with a burning, seething passion. There’s no internet, cable, electricity, or phone signal out in the middle of nowhere! How the heck is an otaku supposed to survive?!
He clung to his electronics during the car ride until either they ran out of signal or their battery died, then he didn’t know what to do with himself… He resorted to reading several volumes of the manga he stuffed into his bag and clung to the MC for emotional support…
Yet another useless soul trying to put the camp together. He was in charge of his and Mammon’s tent but ended up almost crying in frustration… How the hell do humans do this all on their own?? Wasn’t he supposed to be the third strongest?! Why is he so pathetic?!? 😫
Hates sharing a tent with Mammon because he always wakes up to the second born encroaching on his space somehow… Poor baby is pretty much directly against the tent wall and STILL has to deal with legs and elbows in his side... 😰
Spends the majority of the trip moping in the tent... If he goes out there, he has to deal with the sun, bugs, and people… No thanks. He only leaves for meals and occasionally to go swimming.
When he found out part of the way through that Barbs brought portable solar panels and a battery pack for Diavolo and Lucifer’s phones, he was livid. He demanded access to the power source, which Lucifer refused because “It would defeat the purpose of this trip.”
He’d have summoned Lotan right then and there, deadass in the middle of the forest, if the MC hadn’t intervened. He then went back to moping, but now at the bottom of the lake and it took a lot of coaxing to get him back out…
On the final day, he was packing up the camp before anyone else even woke up. He wanted OUT and back to civilization ASAP. Bedroom here he comes!
Satan
You wouldn’t think of Satan as an outdoorsy guy. Still, he has shades of a survivalist in him (mostly because he’s read a lot of guides and was looking for an excuse to use them for a loooong time).
He read for the majority of the ride. He was squished between Asmo and Levi, which was reasonably peaceful. But he did end up shouting at Mammon quite a bit towards the end because “NO, we’re not there yet, peabrain!!”
He actually wasn’t a waste of space when setting up the camp, and between him, Barbs, and Lucifer, they were able to get a lot of stuff set up before sundown. He did have to bark a few orders to the others here and there, but overall competency won out in the end.
He shared a tent with Asmo, and the two made it work well enough… Except when Asmo did things like spraying his perfumes and dry shampoos, making it practically impossible to breathe in for a few minutes…
Spent a lot of the first few days reinforcing the camp to a ridiculous degree.
Did he have to collect large branches to build an exterior fence around the campsite? No. But he did.
Did he have to set up a water distillation system using some of the materials Barbs had lying around the “kitchen?” No. But he did.
Did he have to weave a series of fishing nets to catch them lunch from the lake and river? I think you get the point by now.
Only once he built pretty much every contraption or improvement he could think of, did he go back to just reading and relaxing by the fire.
By the time the group was ready to leave, Satan had somehow managed to craft them a veritable, self-sustaining fortress in the middle of the Alaskan wilds…
Overall he would rate the trip as… meh. Next time give him a challenge like a deserted island or an actual desert, and then he’ll really see what he can do.
Asmodeus
Was about as unhappy with the idea as Levi was… It wasn’t that he disliked the outdoors per se, it was just that no one, NO ONE, pulls off looking flawless after several days stuck in a tent!
He chatted the entire car ride from start to finish. He never stopped talking. It made for decent background noise at least…
Was one of the more clueless ones when trying to set up camp and pretty just did what he was ordered. The second he was left to try and figure something out on his own, he went to Lucifer or Satan for help because NOPE. Human equipment is needlessly complicated sometimes…
He had to share a tent with Satan, which in theory shouldn’t have been that bad, but Satan was out basically all day in the sun doing who knows what and would always come back sweaty and gross! At some points, he had to chase his brother out of the tent until he dunked himself in the river or something. No way was Asmo sleeping next to that. 😤
Asmo took the second-longest to get up and get ready in the morning. Sometimes he wouldn’t even leave the tent until well past breakfast just in an attempt to salvage his hair and skin… He only got grouchier about it as the trip went on… 😥
A more… earthy looking Asmo is kind of a bizarre sight. He’s still attractive, no doubt, but it’s less like polished glamour and more like Hollywood humble. He spent the majority of the trip looking like a somewhat dirtied movie-star (which he still insisted was the worst he’s ever looked in ages).
Aside from salvaging his looks, he actually enjoyed taking pictures of their surroundings or of the group (but not himself). He sometimes forgot how genuinely breathtaking the human world could be…
….but his patience for the place wore out quickly once he started noticing his hair getting greasy. He was right next to Levi, packing up the site once it was finally time to leave. At least those two finally found something they could agree on, let’s get the fuck out already!
Beelzebub
He was really curious about trying camping food and pretty excited that Barbatos was coming, too (because that meant great food in general).
Unfortunately, Lucifer had to stop the van at basically every gas station they passed for Beel could refill on snacks… Belphie ended up getting buried in wrappers pretty often, but he was asleep, so it didn’t matter much.
Beel did a lot of the heavy lifting when setting the camp up, but the finer details were left up to everybody else. He had his hands full getting stuff off the cars as is…
Of course, he shared a tent with Belphie, and there wasn’t much complaint between them. Honestly, there would have been more drama if they were split, so this was the better option.
After the MC told Beel about fishing and how it could net him more food, if he did it right, he knew exactly what he wanted to do during the trip.
… But no one told him how long and slow the process would be. There were points he’d get so hungry he’d consider eating the bait himself…
That was until about Day Three of the trip when they passed by a river full of grizzly bears… He was about to ask the MC why the bears were all standing in the water, but then he saw a fish practically leap directly into one’s mouth…
Beel had discovered his true calling.
Of course, the grizzlies didn’t take too kindly to a demon suddenly sprinting into the water with them. They tried to fight him off, but Beel just tossed most of them downstream without any issue until they realized who the apex predator really was…
After forming a shaky truce with the bears, Beel would stand in the water for hours then come back with whole baskets full of salmon… There were far more fish than Barbatos knew what to do with, so he’d just confiscate a few then let Beel eat the rest...
The MC shuddered to think about what Beel had done to the local salmon population… But he was full and happy for most of the trip, so he had a great time!
Belphegor
Sleep for him isn’t too contingent on location, so the idea of camping wasn’t terrible. It did sound like a lot of hassle for no good reason, though…
He spent the entire car ride asleep, head and cow pillow pressed up against the window and everything. It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but he’d dealt with worse.
He was utterly useless when putting up the camp by choice, thank you. He had more than enough sense to get things put together; he just didn’t want to. If he wasn’t asked to do something by Beel or the MC, he’d just lay back in the grass and smugly watch everybody else struggle…
Again, he and Beel are in the same tent, and you wouldn’t hear any complaints out of him. He did start to have some second thoughts when Beel began getting a fishy smell, though, so he tried to bunk with the MC in their tent for a while.
Like Levi, Belphie didn’t leave the tent much during the daylight hours, but that was because he was still asleep… There was no good way to wake him with no alarms available, so he’d sleep in past lunch easily.
When he was awake, he didn’t leave camp very much except to walk with the MC or watch Beel fishing grizzly-style.
Eventually, Asmo and Diavolo got sick of him dodging their photos, so they’d started posing him Weekend at Bernie’s style around the camp (always conveniently propped up by something and with sunglasses on)
Something Belphie did like, however, was the nighttime. Since there were no lights around, he could practically see everything the sky had to offer. He could spend hours laying on his back long after everyone else had gone to bed just admiring the stars.
All in all, not a terrible trip. Anything that could give him that view like that was well worth it. 6/10, would sleep again.
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not a request, but a concept- i love a sadistic, dom lucifer just as much as the next person, but consider; emotionally unstable, sad lucifer who literally just needs a hug. on the outside he seems to be cool and asshole, but then he goes to his darling and just... falls apart
It’s a request now, anon. I’ve been dying to write for any kind of emotionally vulnerable, soft Lucifer, especially if he can only bring himself to stop being, y’know, *like that* when he’s alone with his Darling. It’s a lifestyle.
TW: Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation and Unhealthy Mindsets.
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Lucifer was not a man of great emotion.
That’s not to say he couldn’t be passionate, you’d be the first to attest to his intensity. He felt, but he did so privately, behind closed doors and rarely then, at that. You could count the number of times you’d seen him laugh on one hand, and over your time with him, the closest he’d ever gotten to crying was a half-choked word and a scowl slightly less engrained than the one that usually graced his lips. You didn’t have a problem with it. If anything, his composure was a little boring, even his most out-of-character actions coming off as planned, predictable. You didn’t like predictable. You didn’t dislike it, but you couldn’t say it provoked much fondness for the man who carried such a sterile air of responsibility.
You didn’t feel too bad about it. The feeling was mutual, as far as you could guess.
Even now, lying next to him, the intimacy was manufactured, made of some mechanical obligation you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of. His bed was big enough for two people to sleep at arm's length, and yet, his chest was pressed against your beck, hot breath fanning across the nape of your neck whenever he exhaled. Labored breaths, louder than they had to be. You wondered if he was just doing it to break the silence, but you didn’t see the point in making an effort. Silence wasn’t awkward until someone felt the need to fill it, a concept you’d thought Lucifer understood. Regardless of how tightly he had pressed himself against you.
You yawned, stretching as you sat up, leaving velvet sheets and down-stuffed pillows behind in favor of the cold chill his room always maintained. Your clothes were somewhere, but you couldn’t see them from where you were sitting. By the door, maybe, or the skeleton he’d strung up in the corner, the one you had yet to decide the source of. You swung your legs off the side of the mattress, intending to begin the search that would single the end of the night, but a strong arm wrapped around your midriff, pulling you back into place before you could take a full step. Lucifer was just barely holding himself up, but his weight was soon settled onto you, his abandoned territory quickly reclaimed.
His voice was tired, deep and rough. Not exhausted, but ready to be. “Stay,” He mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin. “You don’t have to leave, yet.”
You laughed, the soft sound turning into a sigh as you leaned against the headboard. You squirmed, slightly, testing Lucifer’s grip, but finding it loose was a bittersweet discovery. He wanted to hold something. You were replaceable, and both of you knew it. As soon as you were properly settled, his head was pressed into your chest, resting just below your shoulder as you tried to find something to do with your hands. Eventually, you settled on raking your fingers through his hair, attempting to find his usual neat part in the disheveled mess. “If you want to sleep with someone, I’ll let Asmo in on my way out,” You replied, only half-joking. “You know I prefer my own bed, Luci.”
“Mine’s bigger, more comfortable. Way better than your’s.” A weaker, throaty noise found its way past his pursed lips as you ran your nails over his scalp, and you smiled, drinking in the way he leaned into your palm. It was a new reaction, albeit a minor one. You let him continue without interruption. “Better than Mammon’s, too.”
You grit your teeth, hoping your tension wasn’t visible. “I thought you said you wouldn’t--”
“I wouldn’t talk about it? I have a right to know what my brothers get up to, (Y/n).” His voice was firmer than it had been, but if there was any force behind his resolution, you couldn’t tell. Resigned wasn’t the right word for it. Accepting, maybe, but that seemed just as wrong. Still, his touch was soft as his fingertips brushed over your hip, drawing seamless, shapeless patterns in your side. “I don’t care, if it helps. I’ve seen how you treat them, and I know you’re…” He trailed off, pausing for a brief moment. Something had seeped its way into his tone, something venomous, the inflection only becoming more apparent as he went on. “I know they’re special to you. There’s no reason to hide it.”
You clicked your tongue, kissing the top of his head. “There’s no reason to be jealous, either. You’re just as special to me as they are.”
“Am I?” He pushed himself up, making a point of meeting your eyes, despite how adamantly you refused to return the effort. “You say that, love, and you’ll say it again a thousand times, but it’s hard to believe you. I see how you avoid me, how you keep yourself at a distance. If I was special to you, earning your attention wouldn’t feel like a chore. I shouldn’t have to see you try to split yourself seven ways.” There was a slight pause and another sigh, this one more agitated than the last. “If I was special to you, I wouldn’t have to share at all.”
“I can’t have a favorite,” You countered, fighting back the frown pulling at the corners of your lips. “It wouldn’t be fair to the others, or me, or anyone. They won’t be happy if--”
“They’ll learn to live with it.” He over you, now, one hand on your waist and the other kneading at the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. He melted against you, making no attempt to hold himself back from the gentle affection. You were too caught off-guard to resist. “I give up so much, I tolerate so much. I deserve this, don’t I? Right now, I feel like I have to put you on a leash just to get you away from those parasites--”
You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you tightened your hold on hair, dragging him up to his height and pressing your lips against his, stunning Lucifer into silence. The kiss wasn’t assertive, nor was it aggressive, but he let out a low, elongated whine, biting at your lips and attempting to further the gesture, although his efforts were in vain. You pulled away without warning, leaving him to pout and nip at your jaw as he tried to regain your attention. But, you were lost in thought, a wide, delirious grin spread across your lips. You couldn’t help it, you were too excited to suppress it.
He hadn’t done this before. He’d never been so desperate.
It was unexpected.
It was new.
And you had a feeling it’d be a long, long time before you got bored of this side of Lucifer, too.
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“Pick your poison. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
Working at the Monstro Lounge as a bartender, Sea Devil is a hard working and earnest member of the dorm. However, that does not mean he isn’t tricky. He has a job to do, after all. When he’s not working, you can find him playing a plethora of pub games such as darts or billiards. Join him if you wish, he would love the company.
Name: Sea Devil.
Twisted from: Angler fish (Finding Nemo)
Year: 3rd.
Dorm: Octavinelle.
Birthday: 17th June.
Age: 18.
Height: 196cm.
Dominant hand: Right.
Origin: The Dark Depths.
Club: Basketball.
Best subject: Defensive magic.
Hobby: Billiards.
Bad with: Mirrors.
Favourite food: Unagi.
Disliked food: Raw meat. Still breathing.
Special skill: Stalking.
Unique magic: Guiding light: Sea Devil is able to place people into a trance when they stare into one of his lights. It only works in dark places where there are no other sources of light. When they are entrances, he has full control over them.
Backstory:
Sea Devil wasn’t originally a merman, he was human, but not for long. He was a very ugly child, his own mother considering him hideous and a curse amongst her family. He was disfigured at birth. She did not know who the father was, so she felt no guilt disposing of him. Tying weights to her new-born babe, she threw him into the ocean deep.
A witch riding in a carriage heard the baby cry and quickly cast a spell on him, transforming him into a merman. That’s all the help she could provide. He sank to the bottom of the ocean, eventually landing where the sunlight refuses to reach. Surrounded in darkness, the child waited to be rescued. But as the months turned into years, he realised that no one was coming.
He was certain he wasn’t human anymore. His body was a deep black, coated with luminous blue spots. Even as a merman he was ridiculed for his terrifying appearance. His jaw was much too big, and the ferocious row of teeth made others steer clear.
He had a fascination wit the surface, but a decade past before he had the courage to swim up to it. He would observe the behaviour of humans, constantly wanting to join in. But whenever he surfaced, screams would cry out, objects were thrown, and threatening magic shot.
Azul found him later on, washed up on shore, only being able to speak the bare minimum of language. He persuaded him with the sweet promise of friendship. He would teach him, he told him, manners, social etiquette, and speech. Even going as far as to fix his form to suit a more ‘respectable’ character. “What is your name?” Azul asked him, holding out a gloved hand to greet creature. His mother never bothered to name him, so there was only one answer he could reply with. The only name that has ever been associated with him.
“Sea Devil.”
Extra:
Doesn’t talk much. Students may get uneasy if he opens his mouth too wide. His overabundance of sharp teeth can be off-putting. Azul threatened to put a muzzle on him after an incident involving him smiling caused a student to go into hysteria and every glass mirror in the dorm to break.
He has a sort of light about him that lures students in. It causes them to lower their guard and enter some sort of trance (Depending on how dark it is). Perhaps that’s why Azul wanted him to work at the bar. Having students stay within his relaxing presence is ample opportunity for them to slip into his constrictive grasp.
He works in the Monstro Lounge as a bartender. He is very good at what he does, creating magnificent drinks that are both tasty and aesthetic to the eye. If he knows you well enough, he might even make you a custom drink.
Has conflicting feelings on Azul. Sea Devil owes him his life for not only bringing him to Night Raven, but also teaching him manners, speech, and how to behave. But he also knows Azul keeps him on a tight leash that he desperately wants to escape from.
The markings on his body light up. He can unhinge his jaw. He ties his hair up when working. And he really is a sweetheart but he’s afraid that people are too scared of him to make friends.
Sometimes he cries while eating.
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The Witcher’s Mate Chapter 21
It had taken a little over ten days to reach the Witcher stronghold. At day five, Geralt had felt ready to crawl out of his skin and demanded that one of the mages conjure up a portal to take them to Kaer Morhen. The itch under his skin had grown into a raw pain gnawing at him, his dislikes for portal didn’t matter he would just cover his eyes and plunge deep into the gateway. Triss with a piteous frown as she refused to state that ‘both of you need space’ and Yennefer simply smirked and turned away. It meant Geralt spent the next five days barely sleeping or eating; he had gone through a gallon of the smelly gloop to keep the fever at bay. As soon as silver tower peaked over tops of the trees, Geralt charged Roach off in a mad dash to the castle. Bracken and brambles tugged at his leathers, but he barely noticed them in his focus of her scent. It was everywhere, that blend of apples and the ocean, soothing and heady. But there was something different, something else mixed in with it, tangy and fresh. Zesty and fury like ginger and lime. It has a seductive edge to her usually nubile smell.
His heavy footfalls echoed through the valley as he stomped up the stone staircase and threw open the heavy oak doors as it, they were weightless. The scent of her was enough to send him into a frenzy; it was everywhere. Beads of sweat began to slide down the side of his neck; he had been able to smell her for the last two day, the slight scent on the wind. He had smelt the slight change in her scent, but he couldn’t imagine it would affect him in this way. In his half-fried brain, he half expected her to throw herself into his arms; if she had suffered the way he had, she would be a mess of need. But there was no one to welcome him, just stretch after stretch of empty halls. No Jaskier or Ciri or Vesemir. No Adva. He had caught a glimpse of his old master’s mare wandering around the field, grazing on the wild grass and weeds. Tearing from room to room he searched in vain, ever room he dismissed the scent grew stronger till, at last, he found them on what had once been loosely called a veranda, that had been repurposed into some sort of outdoors study. Books stacked chest high. Piles of manuscript tucked neatly at the side and stacks of paper protectively held down from the wind by a furious wolves head paperweight roaring at him.
‘Where is she?’ A gruff voice barked out, breaking the three from their study.
Ciri and Jaskier eyes immediately snapped up to the tired-looking Witcher before sharing a dark look. His mentor, on the other hand, didn’t show much as look in his direction, merely turned the page and continued reading. Vesemir didn’t need to see his student to know what sort of state he was in. His voice was like gravel, and there was no energy behind it. Jaskier frowned at his friend and a twinge of guilt; he had been somewhat hard on the Witcher last time he saw him. Geralt looked exhausted, dirty and dusty, hair an unkept mess and harrowed eyes lost their glow but still held that ferrous intensity.
Ciri also saw it, but Witcher eyes also gave her the keen sight to see past beyond the surface, he was barely clinging on to his sanity, his eyes were mad and crazy. It scared her; his eyes had always been impassive seeing them so full with emotion was disturbing.
‘Cooking dinner. Apparently, they don’t like my cooking.’ Vesemir growled out at the young bard; his narrow eyes swept over them before resting on the younger Witcher. The harsh eyes soften slightly as he took in Geralt frame before hardening again, letting them full down on the page with a scowl.
‘Well someone had to tell you at some point, it pretty diabolical. Hello, sweetie, I see you have done lots of research already’ Triss smiled as she slides into the room silently trailed by the violet-eyed mage.
Triss lent in and peaked the younger girl on the cheek before dropping down exhausted into one of the seats.
‘Good. Adva and I were pressed ganged into slating the roof yesterday, I have tar in places I didn’t know it could be stuck, and Jaskier has actually been helpful for once getting all texts from the archive.’ Ciri playful smiled across at Jaskier who sat ideally tunning his lute having given up research several hours ago
‘You let her up on that death trap.’ Geralt growled inching toward the older man.
‘She is a good worker, and the roof needed doing. And don’t give me lip boy you aren’t too big to get a hiding.’ Vesemire stood, chair strapping dangerously on the stone floor as both men took the measure of the other.
It broke him to see his young ward to look so…so broken. His hair was wild and covered in blue smears. His eyes were glowing a dangerous orange and always moving, body twitching with excess energy, but he looked tired, exhausted even, deep bruises had formed underneath his eyes, making them appear sallow and hollow.
‘She could have fallen and broken her neck. She is not a servant for you to order around.’ Geralt snapped edging himself closer to his former tutor
‘Adva wanted to help out, and frankly, if you hadn’t let that mage of yours off her leash, that mate of yours wouldn’t be mopping around the castle looking for a distraction from the shit show that usually comes with your romantic relationships.’ Vesemir spat out.
‘This is not going to end well…but it will make an exciting Ballard.’ Jaskier half-whisper is stunned awe as both Witchers sized up to each other.
Geralt gazed down at the older man, their size had never really come up, there wasn’t much difference in it, but Geralt was just slightly taller, but that bit of height gave him the ability to look down at the older man. Never in his entire life had he wanted to strike him, they had always had a solid bond, a close a Witcher could get to a father and son relationship. With a silent snarl, Geralt gave him one last look before storming off toward the kitchens.
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Once upon a time when Kaer Morhen had been a flourishing Witcher stronghold, the kitchens feed hundreds of people. The hearth was large and spacious with room to roast several roasting pigs. There were three large stoves, and an open smoking pit and oven, along with a prepping bench that stretched across the large kitchen and large open window shone light from across the valley where the sun rose, and the sunset providing the kitchen with light every possible moment of the day. Back in Brightwater, this would have been her dream kitchen; it was light and airy with every possible thing she wanted or needed. The one in the brothel was windowless and had what you would barely call a roasting pit which billowed out smothering smoke that blinded and choked her. It made her sad inside to know that the kitchen would only service a handful of people anymore; it seemed such as waste.
Despite her heavy heart, she felt okay, just incredibly numb. Food had no taste; fire had no warmth; the wind could barely be felt against her skin. Even Jaskier’s silliness did not affect her. She knew he was funny, playing the jester to make her happy, it was hilarious, but she had to force herself to laugh, to smile and join in, but she felt cold inside. She was content to hide away in the kitchen pandering to Jaskier need for edible food or help repair the dilapidated castle anything that made her forgot for a brief moment. Forget that she might be a mermaid, forget about Geralt and Yennefer.
‘Adva’
She tensed as she felt Geralt’s gruff tones echo across the pantry. As soon as she turned around, she regretted it, he looked so adoring, so in sorry and it broke her heart. Quickly turning, she forced herself to focus on the meal she was preparing in front of her—a simple meal of leavened bread cakes, eggs, and spiced vegetables. The dried meal had been soaked in oils and herb and roasted in the pit with garlic and sliced figs. The Witchers had been self-sufficient here with various trees and vegetable patches planted which meant her meals could be that much more flavourful and at least better than whatever that dish Vesemire had prepared on their arrival.
‘Look I really don’t want to talk about it.’ She sighed as she placed the bread cakes in a serving bowl and slicing the meat into mouthful chunks if she turned around now she would be a goner, she knew that and kept her gaze trained on the chopping board in front of her.
‘Avda…’ Geralt croaked.
Throwing her knife down, she half screamed in frustration ‘Geralt! It's fine; I get it. You prefer Yennefer to me, it's fine. I understand I am not upset. We will find the book you can break the bond, and you can go off with her. Can we just not talk about it please I just want to forget about it.’ Tears were now welling up in her eyes and threaten to spill onto her cheeks.
‘Adva, please.’ Geralt pleaded. ‘You need to listen to me. We need to talk, please….. I know I messed up by not telling you….but I have been so confused. I have been attached to Yennefer for so long… But all I can think of is you, every fibre of me needs you. You are my soul mate….Please Adva.’
Geralt reached out his bronzed hand and grasped her forearm gently turned her to face him. Blue eyes met gold orbs, and she felt herself melt. The warmth of his hand felt good against her skin; she could help but sigh as the feeling it was the first time she had felt anything in so long, it gave her more pleasure than anything before ever had, well almost. The hungry look in his eyes took her back to that night. She wanted nothing more than to push him down on the table behind him and…. The though were more explicit than she ever thought herself capable of.
It would be so easy to full into his arms and forget the events of the last ten days, but then that violent eyed mage face entered her mind.
‘No…just no. I can’t; I just can’t be near you right now. Please leave me alone.’
‘Adva…How can I prove to you that I don’t want her, just you, only you.’
‘You didn’t tell me. You go from Yennefer to me because of your ‘bond’, and I won't be there when you change you mind.’ Adva’s voice was barely a whisper.
‘You know that not what this is….I could never do that. Let me worship you my little flower.’
Pulling herself out from his grasp, she could look at him; she couldn’t trust herself to look at him not now. ‘Just…just stay away from me. I can’t; I just can't right now. Stay away from me.’ She whimpered out before escaping out the room into dark ache way to collect herself away from the sounds of crashing furnisher.
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‘Dinner’ Adva called, swiftly made her way to the library and pulled open the dumb waiter and immediately began to offload the food onto the table. It was not a very fancy meal but it smelt good, but she couldn’t force herself to feel hungry. A sickness bubbled in her stomach, and she carried the food to the table, bowl by bowl. She agonised over her discussion with Geralt. Part of her believed him, but the other part felt relieved; she knew this story all too well. It had happened to too many of the girls on the brothel, promises of love destroyed them, made them totally dependent and vulnerable to the men that promised them everything, only for them to be cast them off and move onto a new woman leaving behind a wreak. It happened to one girl, in particular, Soffie, a pretty young thing, 18 and bright-eyed whisked off to some exotic land but an elegant merchant. The blonde woman child followed after him and returned 18 months later looking ten years older having whore her way across the country to get home. Soffie was never the same as that her eyes lost that spark in her eyes, flirted with died eyes as she took man after man to her room. She refused to be like that, but every part of her schemed she was doing the wrong thing.
The food smelt wonderful, full of fresh herbs and toasted spiced, the buttery bread gave an oddly comforting aroma, but she felt no hunger or want to eat in fact she felt sick thinking about have to force it down her throat. Jaskier slid in next to her and Ciri wedged herself next to her, sandwiching themselves either side of her. Geralt stalker over and slide himself opposite her, staring darkly across at her.
‘Have you cleaned?’ Yennefer asked in the manner only suited to a queen, arrogant and dismissive. ‘I am glad to see you putting the creature to work.’ She sneered at the group huddled around the table.
Five pairs of eyes glared up at Yennefer as she sneered down at Adva, her eyes slide over to the prepared food, and her lips curled back over pearly white teeth. Adva was torn between wanting to shrink back in her seat and wanting to throw the plate of glazed vegetables into her perfect face or pour the bitter ale over her head and ruin the stunning dress that clung to her body. If you could call it a dress, it was a thin strip of silk that wrapped around her shoulders and dipped down to her naval where it was tied in an attractive knot and bellowed down into a floaty skirt. Truly, Adva had never wanted to harm someone as severely as she did now.
Instead, Adva lifted her shoulder and pulled on a piece of bread, nibbling on a corner. It was soft and chewy, but it turned to ash in her mouth. ‘Have you found anything?’
‘Not really, just a lot of lore and eyewitness story.’ Ciri breezed as she poured himself a long drink. ‘
‘Did you find anything more in the archives’ Adva smiled sweetly as Jaskier who was devouring a bread cake laden with the roasted vegetables and meat.
‘Just this…It an accord from the last war with the Merfold and the Humans. It nothing interesting but look at the signature.’ The bard pushed the scroll into the centre of the tabled.
It was an elegant piece of material. It was not the usual discoloured yellow but a pale green. It shimmered in the sunlight, and the smell of seawater still lingered in the air. Reaching out a pale hand Adva brushed the paper with her middle finger, the silky parchment slide across her flesh as she traced the signature on the paper. The curl of the letters spelt across the bottom of the page next to a scruffy scrawl.
‘Cersi…’
‘It appears Cersi and Mousesack acted as arbitrator between the two parties. The Empress Azalea, First of Her Name, The Protector of the Deep and Waves, Queen of Navacis, Sovereign of Sirei, Mother of all and ruler of the Great Sea met with Leopold the Ready to discuss the peace treaty between the two kingdoms.’ Ciri explained pushing the document toward the Mage and the Witcher.
Geralt skimmed the document, narrowing his eyes at the lengthy text—a mix of sonic script and Novigradian. How a text like this got into the archives was strange, it should have been locked in some vault or the archives at Oxenfurt. Underneath it was the incomplete family tree of Empress Azalea, deep crinkles wove their way onto his brow as he gazed down at the small pile of papers. A page about the full history of the high court and the great families of the Great Sea. Mermaid were notoriously private, which meant little was known about them and that their research would uncover nothing that would illuminate the situation. Something caught the corner of his eyes, something that felt important but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it.
‘So you think that Cersi became friendly with some Mermaid who gave her a child to look after who she abandoned to a torturous mage and then brothel.’ Vesemir scoffed, scooping up another palate full of meat and vegetables.
‘Cersi put her in the brothel to protect Adva. The mermaid physic emits pheromones which could have put her in danger from others…it’s the only thing that would make sense.’ Triss smiled across at her young pupil.
The caramel eyed mage took the hand of the young mermaid. The poor girl's hand was icy cold and sweaty. For her sake, Triss hoped that Cersi had placed her in that brothel for that reason, it was the only thing that made sense, a less Cersi had a darker motive which she prayed to god she didn’t, she didn’t know how much more Adva could take.
Ciri glanced around the table, all, ever Yennefer seemed to be in deep thought, somberly munching on their food. Pondering on the fact, Ciri spoke ‘Have ever you thought that maybe Cersi is her mother? And she had an affair with a male mermaid.’
‘Titian. No, I would have smelt it’ Geralt muttered pushing the document away from him. ‘Besides being a Mage it's unlikely, most are infertile having gone through their…. Transformation.’ Geralt muttered, glancing behind him to the stoic raven-haired Mage.
Adva knew what that entailed, Cersi had spoken a little about her regret about seeking out her transformation and losing her womb. Part of her often wondered if Lord Brightwater and Cersi kept her for the temple of mages to keep her from that vicious alteration to her body. Part of her wanted to say that if she had been training in the Magely arts that she would have refused the procedure, but there was a lot, she would have changed. She would like to be taller and slimmer; she was all curves and thick body parts. She would keep her eyes and lips, and her noise though slightly too big gave her character. Her breasts were too small and hips too big. Maybe she would have changed them; her womb didn’t seem that big a sacrifice to her, hers didn’t even work anymore that’s to Tradi’s nightly beating.
Vesemir bleached loudly ‘It not impossible. Merfolk is the oldest document race. Many scholars believed they were the first race before some cast themselves out of the water and crawled onto the land. It would not be surprising if they had access to some sort of fertility magic or something. I once met a sailor who claimed that a Mermaid cast as a spell on his seed and he went on to have 13 children.’ The older man shrugged dipping his break in the mean juices.
Yennefer look down at the girl who was looking gloomily poked at her food, casting a curious eye over her figure. If that was true, the girl might be a useful tool in her pursuits of a family. A smirk stretched across her lips as the girl glanced up. The smiled faltered as Adva blue eyes met her violet orbs. A swirl of angry and hatred burnt brightly. The little fish was starting to turn into a shark.
‘Cersi smell is wholly different from Adva; it improbably they are related. Mothers and daughter usually have the same base smell.’ Geralt gruffly added.
Vesemire nodded, started to know one another piece of meat
‘What about I ask Crispin? He might have something in his book collection that could share some province.’ Adva piped up. ‘The Earl, he did say that he had a large collection of books on creatures and plants, he hinted about some rare pieces in his collection.’
‘Oh, it Crispin now?’ Geralt snapped. Jealous surged within him, she could barely speak his name, but she freely spoke about a man she barely knew.
Triss rolled her eye at the stropping Witcher, ignore the sound of several doors the slammed behind him ‘I will send a message to him, he should be back at his manor by now. He might be able to help…I hope.’
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Adva paced. Might be a word she had come to hate. Might be able to help. At this point, hope wasn’t enough. Everything that she found raised more question then answers. If she really was a Mermaid, had her parents given her to Cersi? Or was she stolen? Was Cersi her mother? The question was enough to bring her to tears. Up until now, her life had been uneventful; in the past four months, there was enough to last her a lifetime. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the heady scent of oak and spice. Geralt. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, shining in the moonlight. Gods! Her body was burning with a need for Geralt while her mind was screaming at her to run away from Geralt and Yennefer as fast as she could. She hadn’t seen Geralt since he stormed off during dinner. Yennefer, on the other hand, had stayed in the library till they all retired for the night. Yennefer had been very quiet, but the glares she sent across the table where vicious and menacing. Part of her wanted to run a hide somewhere, but a bigger part of her wanted to rip her apart. It scared her. Never had she ever wanted to hurt anyone with such a ferocity of feeling, she could feel the energy simmer under skin throbbing away violently.
Throwing open the window, the cool breeze caressed her skin. In the darkness of the surrounding wood, a figure stood vigilant beneath a mighty oak. Even in the darkness, she could see the outline of a man bundled up in a fine black cloak his face hidden in the shadows. She didn’t know why, but it gave her an overwhelming sensation a dread. The man had no right being up here, it was the hidden sanctuary of the school of Wolf and the long-kept secret to the world, how a man had wandered up here and found it scared her. Even at this distance, she could sense the man's face twist into a scowl as he tenses himself.
She watched the shadow hesitate against underneath the door—the wind dying in the air.
Creak! The floorboard screamed under the immense weight of a heavy boot as they moved through the corridor.
Whirling around, wide eyes fell on the door. The thick line of light shone out across the darkens floor shifted as a figure passed over it. She knew, she just knew who it was. The figure shifted outside the door wavering on the threshold. Geralt was looming in front of the door. Her breath caught in her chest as she watches the shadow shift from side to side. A soft groan vibrated through the wood as a weight lent against it. They both knew they could sense the other separated by a thick strip of wood. All he had to do was to turn the handle. All she has to do was to turn the handle. But they didn’t. A low growl grew from behind the door, shaking as it built in intensity, making the air thick with electricity.
Adva gulped as she watched the shadow retreat from the door before the warm orange glow disappeared descending her into darkness, only the pale light of the new moon illuminating her room. Turning back, the figure was gone leaving the lonely oak tree surrounded by a deep dark shadow. Blinking several times, she refocused on the patch of dirt where the man stood to find nothing but a lonely branch waving in the wind.
She was losing her mind, squeezing her eyes shut, she slipped under the quilted blanket, snuggled down into the bed and flung the cotton over blanket on top of her shivering body as anxiety twisted and knotted in her stomach.
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I am so sorry I have taken so long to update. I finally got my qualification, and I am now a teacher! This has meant I have been trying to set up my classroom and set out a lesson for next year and as a lot of them are practical and need equipment, it meant I had to try and sources all the stuff. So much fun! --__-- After about Jully 22nd I should be able to relax and get back into a solid update a week.
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survey by pandaphant
What was your first kiss like, and who was it with?
It was with my ex-girlfriend; she was spending the night and the time just came for us to kiss. It was scary, but they were very encouraging so I felt a whole lot comfortable in the end.
Do you have to be in love with someone to sleep with them?
In my case, yes. I know this isn’t a prerequisite for a lot of people though, and that’s okay too.
What's your favorite kind of bear?
Not too obsessed with bears but I like polar bears and pandas, heehee.
Would you rather see a movie at a theater or at home on DVD?
At this point? A theater. Pre-pandemic me would’ve preferred to watch movies at home because I find the cinemas too loud and too dark – and movie tickets cost like a bitch – but now I just want that life back.
Have you ever sent a FWD because you were afraid?
I have no idea what this is. I’m reading this as ‘forward,’ as in sending forwarded messages; but I’m not sure if I’m accurate.
Are you still madly in love with that *someone*?
No. There’s still love in there, but it’s no longer the in-love kind of love; and the love I do have is also considerably tinged with resentment.
Have you ever waited for someone?
Like...in relationships? I’ve never been in that kind of situation before.
You've been given access to a time machine. Where and when do you go?
I’d love to go back to an early point in my last relationship and end it off as soon as I saw the first red flag, instead of ignoring and tolerating the next 487897839473 that followed.
Would you ever date more than one person at a time?
I would never be in an open relationship. I’m cool with it and I have friends who are in one, but it’s not my preference.
Would you rather have pancakes or waffles?
Waffles. We have pancakes pretty often at home already; I also find waffles a lot more versatile as well.
Do you hate any of your friend's S.O.s?
No. Hans is a delight; I’m friends with both Andi and Leigh so that works out well for me; and I’ve never met Jo’s girlfriend but I bet I’ll like her anyway.
What do you eat on your waffles?
Either with bacon or fried chicken. Then with maple syrup and whipped cream on top of the waffles too, yum.
Have you ever had a major crush on someone that never found out?
I had a happy crush on JM that never went out within Kate, Jo, and myself. He was objectively physically attractive and it was just nice to look at him sometimes, but it never developed into anything emotional and I definitely did not have any intention to flirt or cheat, because bleck.
What is one thing that has changed your life, either good or bad?
I think this pandemic has brought about a lot of changes.
What is a juggalo?
A juggalo is someone who is a fan of Insane Clown Posse. I only know this because I’ve confused it for gigolo a billion times.
Do you like to cuddle?
Only with the right person.
Have you ever drank alcohol?
Yes.
Which is your favorite punctation mark?
Semicolon and em dash. So basically I like hacks to make my sentences longer.
What is one trait you could not put up with in another person?
Refusing to acknowledge their toxic habits or actions and staying the way they are because “this is who I am.” That shit makes me absolutely nauseous.
If you could have any super power, what would it be and why?
I’d love to time travel just to satisfy the budding historian in me.
Have you ever worn leg warmers?
No. I’m not sure what those are, either.
What's your favorite way to wear your hair?
These days I style it in either a very high ponytail, almost like Ariana Grande-esque; on more relaxed days it’s in a low side ponytail.
If someone made a movie about your life, what would you want it to be named?
Y’all know how much I dislike questions like this that force me to get creative, so I’m moving on.
What makes you really mad?
All shapes and forms of injustice.
What do you like to do for fun?
Trying out new things – I’m always down to try hiking, attending a cooking class, rock climbing, archery, etc, as long as I’m with at least one person.
What eye color do you prefer in a significant other?
No preference but seeing as how most Asians have dark brown eyes anyway, I’d go with that because I doubt I’d end up with someone from a different race.
American Eagle, Hollister, or Abercrombie?
Eugh, none of these.
What's your favorite ice cream topping?
Hot fudge and/or chocolate chips.
Have you ever rebounded...or been someone's rebound?
No.
Why is your best friend your best friend?
They both understand me and my needs, and we simply click insanely well in our respective relationships.
If there was one thing you could do differently, what would it be?
If the pandemic never happened, I could be driving to the office everyday, experiencing nightlife, meeting new people and expanding my circles, and overall making the most out of my 20s. That kind of life would have been nice.
Do you have commitment issues?
Commitment was never an issue to me. It’s trust that’s been ruined for me.
What do you do when the lights go out in a thunderstorm?
Groan out in frustration and gather with my siblings in the living room.
If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today?
Just buy a crap ton of food and share it with loved ones. Then spend most of the time with my dogs.
Where do you live?
Philippines.
Are you scared of spiders?
Not as much as most people are.
What's your favorite band?
Paramore.
If you had to do one which would it be, skydiving or bungee jumping?
Skydiving. I’ve already done bungee jumping so it would be cool to try something completely new.
Do you answer your phone when it's your mother?
I’d say it’s 50/50. If I have nothing much going on I’ll pick it up; but if I’m busy at work I’d have to reject it.
Do you own anything with peace signs on it?
I don’t think so, but maybe. Idk it’s always possible.
Do you every buy anything at Bath & Body Works?
I don’t, but this question is very timely since I had just watched Safiya Nygaard’s vlog about buying every single Bath & Body Works scented candle in existence and combining them into one candle. I had no idea they had SO many candles??? And all of them have pretty names and notes??? Thanks to her I literally placed a couple of their candles in my shopping cart at like 2 AM last night hahaha.
Do you like candles?
I do now. I definitely see the hype haha.
What'd all you wear this week?
House/loungewear.
Do you know any hippies?
No.
Do you refuse to use public bathrooms?
Yeah, even before the pandemic I refused to use them unless I absolutely had to go. The idea of sharing a toilet with hundreds of other people is just so icky, even though I don’t let my butt touch the toilet seat.
Do you know anyone that had Swine Flu?
I don’t think so. I now know people who’ve gotten Covid, though – both from family and my circle of friends.
How'd you get your last booboo?
Cooper’s leash, when he was tugging on it.
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What does Connor *not* like his friends to do? Is there anything they could do by mistake that would upset him?
Mostly not, really! If it’s by mistake Connor might say out loud that it’s something he doesn’t like, but it won’t upset him, because there was no... malicious intent behind it, I guess? He doesn’t mind people finding things that he doesn’t like, it’s not like they’re magically psychic and should know in advance. Many Androids Connor knows have once made a request to interface and had that half-beat of hesitation, a rejection, and then Connor making his own request (because he’ll go into other people’s heads, but he’d rather they not come into his). One or two people have spilt something on his jacket and caught the flash of his LED because he needs to wash it, now. Most people in New Jericho are good about adapting to this quickly, and either don’t ask why or accept “I’m more comfortable making the request” as an answer. One lady forced her way into his head to make him ‘prove’ he was deviant, using his mind-probing protocols against him, and he broke her wrist :)
He doesn’t like the phrase “not good enough”, and he will knee-jerk respond to ‘fix’ whatever it is that drew the comment, which will mildly upset him. After the fact, he’ll likely flag out loud that that phrase is a problem though - especially if he anticipates it might come up again. He also deeply dislikes being coddled & reduced - this is one of the few hard lines Connor has, if you know information that pertains to him and you don’t tell him it to ‘spare him’? That’s his information and nobody who knows him or respects him would hide it from him. He might be mildly annoyed if they tiptoe around it, but so long as their response contains an answer to his question about himself if they know that information, he’s okay.
Human muses who make deeply insensitive decisions about Androids and how to treat Androids are ........... also going to upset him. Not so much if they’re ignorant, or if they are trying. But there is a very hard line that he draws there, what he will tolerate versus what he will not. I didn’t realise this was such a strong one for him, but one of his friends recently had a Very Bad idea and hoo boy: no. Oh, he was also upset that Hank still had the RK800 operation manual they gave him on Connor’s arrival to the DPD, but that wasn’t upset with Hank (he would have gotten rid of it, Connor is sure) so much as upset that it exists. Connor will soon burn it.
Oh! One of his friends taking an interest in the origins of AI and watching old interviews with a now-late professor who was Kamski’s mentor, on the subject. That will upset him because he will hear her voice from another room and come in, weapon-drawn. There is a very deeply engraved, tug-on-leash reaction that is carved into him. He can feel the way her voice claws at his program, literally digs its claws in and tears where he refuses to budge. If she says his name, or asks for his attention, he will almost invariably turn in the direction of that voice. Man I want a thread where this happens, cry.
Also, Connor doesn’t like his friends pretending they lack all agency whatsoever over their situation. He can be snappish about it, but that entire headcanon (linked above) is about what makes Connor angry - and he will usually choose a hot anger, instead of a cold one. Cold anger you will... you will not come back from, or you will have a very hard time.
Aside from that, though ... it’s pretty tough to upset Connor in the first place (he’s very Steady), and he will usually just politely say No Thank You if they strike on something by mistake. Assuming his friends are able to listen and learn, and don’t just... flatly continue on doing things that upset him... or argue with him about whether it’s ‘okay’ for him to be upset by xyz... it will be fine. And his friends don’t do that sort of thing anyway, that’s why they’re his friends.
#thank you for asking!#ingrid talks#about connor#PS he will do what he wants to do in replies but I promise he's... it's not like... a 'failure' if your muse trods on a toe#he has plenty and also he doesn't believe in relationships without growing pains(?)#he expects he'll trod on some of his own
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Banner by @thebannershop
Summary: In a futuristic age where a person can be coded and inserted into a new body, the rich can live forever. Born to a wealthy family, Jin expects to live life at a lofty and uncaring height. His expectations go awry when his body is murdered and a small gang steals his ‘stack’ and resleeves him in a criminal. Thrust into a gritty, neon world far below his life as an immortal, where death can be Real, Jin will discover truths that challenge his perceptions and make him wonder what - if anything - immortality is worth.
Chapters: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7 -> read on Ao3
Genre: Altered Carbon Fusion, Science Fiction/Futuristic, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Murder Mystery
Warnings: Shifting PoVs (primarily Jin), minor character death, abuse, torture, gangs, drug addiction, drug use, references to depression, body dysphoria, animal death, swearing, smut in future chapters
Length: 2k
A/N: I want to emphasize that the beautiful banner is done by Rose at thebannershop, please head her way and give her some love! Just as a heads up, this is going to be a real long haul project - we’re talking 20+ chapters. Hope you all enjoy. :)
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The person sitting across the table is nothing more than grease on a squeaky wheel, yet Hoseok finds himself personally disliking the man. For one, he keeps making small, covert gestures, leaning over the desk with watery blue eyes, pitching his voice low as though he were sharing a secret Hoseok should be honoured to receive. There’s nothing honest about his too-pale face, his flickering gaze, his eager attempts to be ingratiating even as he lowkey insults the precinct and everyone in it.
It also doesn’t help that he’s being a pain in the ass. Hoseok’s smile doesn’t falter, though, even as he shifts, bouncing his feet under the desk.
“The Kim family,” he repeats for what feels like the fiftieth time and is probably closer to the fifth, “has no legal claim over Seokjin’s body or stack. He was found outside of their home. Further, there is simply no reason for them to be in control of him at this time. I understand how distressing this –”
“Very distressing!” the man interjects, as though that were the point Hoseok had been making. “Very distressing, captain!” Each syllable is punctuated by a nervous, one-fingered tap on the desk, and Hoseok needs to supress his neurochems from flaring up with every tap. “Mr. and Mrs. Kim are absolutely distraught. To have their child back, to know that he is in safe keeping, that would do wonders for their emotional states.”
Idly imagining foisting this man off on one of his lieutenants – not that he ever would – Hoseok brushes back his black bangs, keeps his voice pleasant. “He’s being kept in our most secure storage area, Mr. McCall. We have very rigorous security measures.”
The lawyer’s eyes dart around the small, tidy office, his lips pursed. Hoseok knows it doesn’t look like much. Truth be told, it’s not. But the skeptical implication of that gaze – that Hoseok’s people aren’t good enough – has his own mouth tightening, aching to pull into a frown. He indulges himself for a moment and lets his neurochems activate, pulsing with lightning reassurance through his nervous system and bringing everything into bright focus. It’s a heady sensation, the flood of a potent cocktail of chemicals, difficult to let go, and he could just keep them going, just keep riding that rush…
But he won’t. Not at work. That’s the promise. Hoseok shuts the drugs down, and doesn’t let the resulting plummet show on his face.
Mr. McCall clears his throat, unaware. “Well… yes. But the Kim family have the means to set up an invested, careful and personal watch over Seokjin. They would spare no expense, whereas your department…” Another quick look at the room, hands brushing over the faded wood of Hoseok’s desk. “Your department surely does its best with what it has,” the lawyer finishes.
Fucking Meths, Hoseok thinks, and now his grin is really being threatened – maybe using his chems hadn’t been a great idea. He’s always been a strong believer in smiles being better than whips to get people to do things, but in this case… damn, theories are being tested. He’d rather be laughing any day, and his officers respond to it better than marine-sergeant shit, yet Hoseok can’t help but wonder if slapping on a glare wouldn’t get rid of this man more quickly.
Mr. McCall notices the change, either from simple perception or, much less likely, some kind of basic empathy implant, and a good deal of his fawning disappears. “Captain,” he says, again leaning forward, “truth be told, this is a mere formality. Between you and I, the Kims will have their son back. Either they will get him from you, and be in your debt…” He trails off meaningfully, and Hoseok, jiggling one leg to try to get rid of his irritated energy and the remains of his chem dose, doesn’t reply. Better to make the lawyer say it out loud, get it all out in the open. He’s recording this conversation, anyways.
“Or, they’ll go over your head to someone better suited to deal with a situation of this nature.”
Hoseok can’t help it. He stands up and straightens his black uniform, all in one easy, graceful movement that doesn’t quite mask how angry he is. Yeah. Neurochems were the best invention since God in terms of combat, but they sure as hell don’t help his temper much. “I hope your clients will be able to find someone better suited, Mr. McCall. I don’t think they will, but we can always hope. In the meantime, though, I have a precinct to run.”
“So you won’t take this murder seriously? You have better things to do?”
“I take all murders very seriously. Particularly when the victim’s parents won’t allow us to spin them up to testify. That’s pretty serious, the way I see it.”
McCall bristles. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but Mr. and Mrs. Kim are very devout persons. While they have no compunctions about switching sleeves to maintain their longevity, they view uncontrollable events – such as the very unfortunate case with Mr. Seokjin – as an act of the Almighty. They can in no way jeopardize his soul by –”
“I’ve got the pamphlets; the Neo-Cs show up at the precinct often enough. You don’t need to quote their beliefs at me.”
The lawyer gets to his feet with forced calm, and that’s enough to get a sincere smile back on Hoseok’s face. Bluster and threaten all he wanted, McCall’s family wasn’t one of the big three Meth families, long established and running everything in Triptych on a leash. They were going to have to call in more than a favour, or two, if they wanted Seokjin’s body back, and in the meantime…
Well, in the meantime, Hoseok would be very interested to know just who had killed Seokjin. He would also be very interested in finding out why his family, who refused to give him a new life in a shiny new body, still wanted him back so badly.
Yeah. And in the meantime, until Hoseok got an official letter signed by the higher-ups, or God Himself, Kim Seokjin was staying right where he was, stack, sleeve, and maybe even soul, too.
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About six hours later, long after the Meth dog had slunk out of his office and long after his shift was officially over, Hoseok was in the breakroom, joking with one of the newest squad members. “What, you thought the captain was allowed to leave the station? These bars,” he plucks at one of the rank insignia pinned neatly to his jacket, “will electrocute me if I try.”
Jaemin’s eyebrows furrow briefly, and Hoseok knows why he’s hesitating. You don’t get to be captain without getting a reputation, and his reputation isn’t exactly soft. The recruit is wondering if it’s safe to joke, safe to loosen up. Hell, of course it is. They’re in the damn breakroom.
“Yeah,” Hoseok continues offhand. “There’s a reason I made captain at my age. Last captain wanted to leave the station and, well, he tried and he fried. Insta-promotion, y’know?” He laughs at his own joke, loud and sudden. That scares the hell out of Jaemin, the black-haired man rocking back in his chair, but it gets him to offer an only-slightly shaky smile, too – better than nothing.
Tanesha shuffles into the room, looking half-dead, her curly black hair a frizzy halo around her drawn face. He can’t really blame her; not everyone’s a night person, himself included, and The Curve isn’t exactly the quietest precinct in Triptych. He slips out of her way as she stumbles to the coffeepot – she sniffs at it, grimaces, shrugs, and then pours herself a cup. The best tech minder in the business is not exactly picky when it comes to her caffeine high.
Not that he can judge when it comes to being picky about highs. His skin prickles at the thought.
Leaning against the table, nose almost buried in the mug – like she’s hoping the scent alone will give her a jolt – Tanesha asks, “What’re you still doing here, captain Jung? Thought you had afternoon shift.”
“Afternoon, night, morning, I got ‘em all.”
“Please,” she snorts at his grand announcement. “Even you don’t have that much energy.” Suddenly glancing at Jaemin, the tall woman raises an eyebrow. “He been feeding you that bullshit story about being trapped here?”
“Uhh… no?” the new recruit answers, cautiously side-eyeing Hoseok. Hoseok flashes him a thumbs up.
“Please.” Tanesha snorts again, leaving off her coffee long enough to gesture with the mug at the captain. “Don’t let him impress you too much. Just remember, only reason he can do fifteen-hour days is ‘cause he’s outfitted with enough hardware to run a small planet into the ground. Neurochem, internal board, ONI, amplifiers, you name it and he’s got it. Almost a robot, that one.”
With a sharp bark of laughter, Hoseok doesn’t let the sting of that comment enter his voice. “Aish, you won’t let me brag, huh?” It’s not like I asked for all of these.
“You only get to brag when you deserve it,” his lieutenant replies. Somewhat unexpectedly – maybe for Jaemin’s benefit – she adds, “Besides, you deserve it so often, I have to work to cut you down when I get the chance.”
“Your hard work is appreciated,” he says solemnly, managing to remain deadpan for about four seconds. Then her round face scrunches, unimpressed, and façade cracking apart into another chuckle, Hoseok continues more seriously. “But Lieutenant Adebayo is right. I don’t expect any of you to pull long shifts like this. I get away with it because –”
The lights die, plunging them into dark and cutting off his words like a curtain dropped too soon. Suddenly an alarm is blaring from his ONI device, so loud that it completely drowns out Jaemin’s startled cry and Tanesha’s swearing. He claps his hands over his ears in pained reflex even as his eyes adjust, forcing back the dark, but it obviously does nothing to block out the noise.
“Attention,” a cool, genderless voice announces directly in his ear. It alternates with the alarm. “Attention. Cortical shelf thirteen-forty-three-forty has been illegally accessed. Attention. Immediate action required. Attention. Permission to shutdown system?”
He’s already got his watch up, the display light shining brightly in the dark, and the second the on-screen permission request appears Hoseok jabs a confirmation to block all access to the shelves. “Adebayo, get the lights back on. Preferably ten seconds ago,” he snaps at their tech, and then he’s out of the room. Even as he moves, flinging himself around desks and moving easily by the officers stumbling around in the blackness – not everyone has an upgraded sleeve and upgraded vision like he does – Hoseok is cursing. Himself, the computer system, whoever the hell is hacking them –
And McCall. He’s definitely cursing McCall. Given the cortical shelf number, he has a feeling he’s going to be seeing the lawyer sooner rather than later.
Within about two minutes, he’s barrelled down the stairs into the basement, where the stacks are stored. Here, he doesn’t need his enhanced eyesight; the wall of small compartments glows a soft red, each occupied shelf accompanied by a light blinking just above it. The stack storage is run off a separate power source, the better to stop – well, to stop exactly this from happening. Hoseok stares for a long moment at the distinctly dead light over the shelf that his ONI is helpfully informing him is empty, before pulling up his watch. A few quick taps, and he doesn’t know whether he should be relieved, confused or just plain pissed off.
He definitely wants to take another hit of neurochems. Could anyone blame him for it?
After all, Seokjin’s ruined body is still in storage, but his cortical stack is gone.
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Once in a Lifetime Ch.5
I can’t find enough RK900 gifs... -_-
"I'm going to go look for them, " Connor looked irritated.
"Has it been five minutes, already?" You regarded him, brow raised. Connor crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against a desk. You both know it hasn't, he probably even set an alarm for five minutes, but every second that went by made him more and more anxious.
"You don't really think Gavin would do anything to hurt Nines, do you?" You finally asked.
"Why not? All detective Reed has ever done is express his dislike for androids, especially Nines and I, " the real question is how you could think otherwise, scoffing at his answer. Were you trying to set him off?
"I don't think you understand Gavin's motives as well as you think you do." Your laugh died in your throat when you met his eyes.
"And you do? Please, tell me what I'm missing." His words had a bite to them that even surprised him, not that he let it show.
"Clearly not your attitude, " you snapped. He should have known aggressive interrogation tactics were the quickest way to shut you down and sour your mood. He knew better than to add fuel to your fire, but he wanted to know why you would trust Gavin, of all people, with Nines and what secrets you were keeping between the two of you. The irritation was likely a result of the terrible news he had gotten from Fowler, mixing with his dislike of the reckless detective that risked his brother's life. You were just trying to help and he was being, as Hank would call it, an "ass". If he wants to get any information out of you, he will have to switch tactics immediately, and possibly back down for now.
"Sorry. I'm just worried."
"I know, just... We all gotta work together on this. You might not believe it, but Gavin does regret how yesterday went down." Connor only huffed out a breath, skeptical of your statement. If so, he has a funny way of showing it.
Gavin and Nines walked back over. Seeing Nines in a different set of clothes was surprising enough, but what really caught you off guard was the juice box he was sipping at. Where did he even get a juice box? How does Gavin know he can have a juice box?
"You two would make shitty parents, " Gavin tossed a small duffle bag, which Connor caught effortlessly. "Those clothes were causing a rash. He also started coughing on the way back. Lucky for you assholes, I know how to care for a kid."
"Shame you don't care for your partners as well." The words were out of Connor's mouth before he even registered they were there. You elbowed him in the side.
"Fuck you, plastic prick!" Gavin looked like he was about to pop off, but decided to storm off in the direction of the break room.
You sighed, "Come on, Nines, we're gonna wait for Connor by the car." You gave him a pointed look before taking the small android's hand and leading him out.
Connor knew what you wanted him to do, as much as he disliked it. He followed after Gavin, finding him leaning against a counter, waiting for the coffee to fill up. The hot headed detective refused to look at him.
"Gavin, I-"
"I don't wanna hear anything from a piece If shit like you, so why don't you just get the fuck out of here, " the man growled, still refusing to look Connor's way. Was that... Were his eyes wet? The android regarded him for a moment, realizing that he didn't know how to handle this. Gavin had never done this before.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" The man pushed off the counter, seething. A single tear escaped from his eye, and the realization only seemed to anger Detective Reed further.
"Sorry." Connor murmured, leaving as quickly as possible. Maybe he didn't understand Gavin as well as he thought.
..............
"What about this one?" You held up the shirt for Nines to inspect.
"No." He answered curtly, not even really looking at the shirt. You sighed. Surely shopping for a kid isn't really this difficult. How do regular parents do this?
"You're going to have to choose something, " Connor tried to reason.
"They are too childish." You wanted to bang your head against a wall. It's been almost an hour and they haven't so much as found socks for him.
"You know what, why don't you have a look. We'll be over at the car seats."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Connor's brow was scrunched up in concern. He didn't like Nines being unsupervised when he is defenseless.
"It's fine, this store is specifically for children. They even have security guards at the doors."
"I'm not a child!" Nines exclaimed. He was growing tired of being compared to one.
"We know, but that doesn't change the fact that you are for the time being, so just go find some clothes you can tolerate for a couple weeks and you'll be back to your turtlenecks and trousers in no time." You pinched the bridge of your nose. It wasn't even noon yet and you were already done with this day. "-and Nines, if you don't find something, I will choose for you, and I guarantee you will regret it. If you thought Hank's clothes we're atrocious..." You walked off, not even seeing what the other two were doing. Connor looked to Nines, shrugged, and followed after you.
Nines could do this, he wasn't some helpless kid. Surely he could find something that was at least halfway decent. Looking up, he couldn't help but think that people are stupid. Why would they make the clothes racks so high? Spying a blue sweater, he wanted to see if it was in his size, but he couldn't reach the hanger. After trying to shake it off, he stopped and took a moment, thinking his way around the problem. He tugged down on the sweater a bit before releasing it. It bounced up and off the rack.
Relishing his victory, he was happy to find the sweater was just his size and was soft to the touch. He found some button-up shirts and another sweater, this one in forest green, and even found a black turtleneck. It wasn't much, but his bundle was getting a little heavy. Looking around for the car seat department, he practically jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke from behind him.
"Hi," The little boy shouted from behind him, "my name's Jordan, what's yours?"
"N-Nines, " he shuddered, feeling uncomfortable, holding his bundle a little closer to himself. Conversation was never his strongpoint. Unlike Connor, he only had a basic social interaction program, as they had been working on fine tuning one for him when the revolution peaked. As he was a functional android, he was released without it. He would be lying if he wasn't envious of how easy his brother could make friends.
"That's a funny name. Is it 'cuz you're an android?" The boy blatantly stared at the LED on Nines head. His hands itched to shield the flashing light from the boy's gaze. Are kids usually this... rude? Technically, yes, Gavin had given him his nickname because it was easier than saying RK900, before he had registered a name different from Connor. It was the first sign that their relationship had shifted from animosity to partners. He liked his nickname.
"Jordan?" A woman's voice rang out, prompting both boys to look over to its origin, "Jordan? Jor- oh! There you are! I told you not to run off!" A plump, gaudy looking woman plodded over, spying Nines cowering slightly in his clothes.
"Why, hello there! Jordan, who's your little friend?"
"His name's Nines!"
"I-I see, " she clearly thought his name was weird too. Is this what everyone thought about his nickname? Was Gavin actually being insulting when he started calling him that? No, that didn't make sense. "Are you lost?"
"No, my-"
"Hey Nines! I found something I think you might like!" You came up, Connor right behind you, pushing a cart with several items in it, including the accursed car seat. You spotted Jordan and his mother. "You making friends or causing trouble?" You asked with a smirk.
"Wow, you look just like your fath-..." Jordan's mother's voice trailed down, eyes making contact with Connor's LED. As you took Nine's bundle of clothes and put them in the basket, she could see his LED too.
"Ma'am? Are you alright?" Connor looked to the mother. Her face hardened.
"You should keep your robot on a leash and away from human children! He could have hurt my little boy!" She snarled, grabbing her son and yanking him against herself. You instinctively took Nines and pulled him behind you, squaring your shoulders.
"Only thing hurting your child is your bigotry. Nines' is free to go wherever he wants, and I'm not gonna let some ignorant bitch tell him otherwise! You don't want your son talking to androids, maybe you should keep him on a leash. Already raising him to be close-minded, might as well confine the rest of his world. Now, if you excuse us, I need to go wash the taste out of my eyes." You kept Nines close to you as you walked past, arm across his shoulder, as if you expected the woman to lash out, and from the look on her face, it wasn't exactly unjustified.
"Least I didn't havta buy my man, " the woman mumbled when she thought she was out of earshot.
"Could have fooled me from all that make-up you're wearing. Old hag." You'll be damned before you let that bitch have the last word. The woman took her son's hand, dragging him away.
"Bye, Nines!" Jordan shouted, immediately being reprimanded by his mother.
When she was gone, you dropped down, looking Nines over.
"She didn't hurt you, did she?" Nines shook his head. Not many people harassed him for being an android in his old body. His stony face and piercing gaze kept most away. Even criminals cowered from him. Matter of fact, only Gavin had taunted him, but he saw it more like a small dog trying to act tough, more adorable than annoying. It was... Upsetting to experience this first hand. He also felt bad for Jordan, to be raised in such an oppressive environment.
"No, she didn't do anything. Can we go home?" you checked him once more before you conceded.
"Alright, " you guided him to the cash register, Connor following with the cart behind. Nines was trying so valiantly not to cry, biting his lips as he quietly sobbed. Unable to stop yourself, you hoisted him into your arms, balancing him on your hip while pressing his head into the crook of your neck.
"Shh, shh, shh, shh... You're alright... It's okay..." You spoke gently, rubbing his back soothingly. Nines hid his face against you and weeped.
Connor unloaded the cart, watching the interaction. He was mesmerized. It seemed so natural and if he didn't know better, he would have thought he was watching a nurturing mother comforting a troubled child. He didn't even hear when the teller told him the total.
"Sir?"
"Right." He snapped out of his thoughts, placing his hand on the palm reader and confirming the transaction. He couldn't believe how much everything totaled to. Kamski will be reimbursing him.
You continued to console Nines as Connor set up the car seat.
"I want my old body back, " he whimpered against you, so softly it broke your heart.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. We'll get it back for you, I promise, " Connor nodded to you, informing you that he was finished, "come on, let's go home." Gently, you placed him in the car seat, fastening him in. Nines wiped at his face, trying to calm himself. Before you backed out, you reached for the center console, pulling out a small packet of wet wipes.
"Look here, " his eyes met yours, watching as you smiled at him, softly wiping his cheeks, the coolness of it felt good to his flushed cheeks, "you know, he must like you, the little boy you were with. Why else would he blatantly disobey his mother?" He nodded. That is true, Jordan did say goodbye to him. Surely, he had to know that would upset his mother.
"Why does she hate us?" He asked.
"People always have their own reasons, some self-justification why they are the way they are. We will probably never know why, " his head fell forward, disheartened, but you took his chin in your hand and made him look back at you, "but don't believe that everyone is like that, and people change. You should understand that better than anyone, " you grinned knowingly. Nines cheeks heated when he realized what you were insinuating, cracking a small smile. You ruffled his hair, watching him fight to fix it before climbing out and shutting the door. Connor was standing next to you.
"You're really getting the hang of this, " he smiled, leaning down and kissing your cheek.
"Thanks, " you blushed, "we still need to get to the grocery store. We better move quickly, his model requires an afternoon nap or he'll get cranky."
#rk800 connor reader#Connor fanfiction#connor x reader#rk900 nines#reed900#DBH#Detroit Become Human#Gaming
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Second Chances-Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Bright Days Ahead
Wiping furiously at the tears streaming down her face, Willa was so tired of crying. She knew it was part of the grieving process and it was a good thing to cry. It showed she still had the ability to feel something. Even if it was only pain at the moment. Standing up she headed for the bathroom to wash her face and try to fix her make-up to look a little less Courtney Love after an all night bender. Taking a long look in the mirror Willa swore she wouldn’t cry over either man again. She wasn’t about to get involved with Sebastian Stan again after the hell he put her through 10 years ago. She still had to deal with a cheating soon-to-be-ex fiance to break-up with officially and a house to sell. That was next on her mental to-do list.
Straightening her shoulders she left the trailer and headed towards Scarlett’s trailer. She needed some girl talk and baby girl cuddles. Knocking on Scarlett’s door Willa stepped back to wait for someone to answer. While she was waiting a beautiful blue Staffordshire bull terrier wandered over to her and sniffed her legs. Looking down Willa smiled and once the dog sat down Willa knelt next to her. “Oh look at you. What a pretty girl you are. Where’s your owner huh?” she said as she ran her hands over the dog’s head and back.
Willa looked around and noticed a young man walking quickly towards her holding a leash. “Oh my god. I am so sorry. Did she bother you?” He asked with a crisp British accent as he snapped the leash onto the dog’s collar. Willa stood up and smiled after giving the dog one last pat on the head. “Not at all. She was a perfect lady. Came up and sniffed my legs and then sat like a good girl. What’s her name? She is beautiful.”
“Tessa and thank you. She seems to like you. I’m Tom by the way. Tom Holland.” Tom said as he held out his hand. Willa shook it with a smile, “Willa. I’m Robert’s niece for all intents and purposes. It was nice to meet you Tom and you as well Tessa. Have a good day.” She said as Scarlett finally opened her trailer door and ushered Willa in with a smile and a hug.
“Hey girl. RDJ said you were in town. What’s going on? You look tired.” Scarlett stated as she handed off her little girl to Willa, who immediately cuddled her to her chest. “Hey there Buttercup.” Willa said as she softly kissed the baby fine hair on her head. “Tony cheated on me. I caught him. It’s over. I just have to tell him that.”
“I am so sorry. I know you loved him deeply.” Scar said as she took in her friends appearance. Dark circles under her eyes. Mascara smudged and faint tear tracks running down her face made Scar’s heart hurt for her friend. Honestly Scar never liked Willa’s former fiance. He had always seemed just a bit off. He put out a very off-putting vibe that made her skin crawl. She never could put her finger on why she felt that way. Now it made sense. He was a very good liar and manipulator. He had probably been cheating since the start of the relationship, but Willa was blind to anything, but his charm.
Everyone had said they were perfect for each other. Tony had acted like Willa hung the moon, but to Scarlett, whenever he’d smile at Willa when she wasn’t looking it seemed predatory or something. Scarlett had shared her feelings on Tony with Robert, but he said she was just imagining things. So Scarlett let it drop, but still didn’t like, nor trust the man. She hated to see her friend hurting, but was so glad Tony was going to be gone. Willa deserved better.
“I should get going. I wanna make some calls to my realtor to try and get the house listed again. Also need to start looking for a new place to live. We can catch up again soon.” Willa said as she handed off the sleeping baby to Scarlett’s nanny as Scarlett had to head to set to film. Scarlett helped Willa stand as they quickly left her trailer and started to walk back towards the set. Passing by Robert’s trailers, Willa veered off after hugging Scarlett and promising a girls night soon.
Going into a trailer Willa pulled out her phone and called her realtor to set up and appointment to see about selling the house and maybe finding a new place. She also called her best friend Becca to tell her everything.
“Hey Becca.”
“Hey. What is going on? Tony called her frantic last night saying he couldn’t get ahold of you.” Becca asked as soon as she heard Willa’s voice.
“I walked in on him fucking some blonde slut in our bed! To hell with him. I texted him this morning and told him I caught him and we needed to talk, but face to face. I refuse to stoop to the level of breaking up with him over text.” Willa said as her voice broke. Becca cursed a blue streak and broke it off with, “I’ll fucking rip his dick off and shove it up his ass.” Willa laughed at the last in spite of herself.
“Don’t do that. Then he would sue and then I’d have to get a hitman and it would be messy.”
“Fine I won’t rip his dick off, but David reserves the right to punch him when we go get your stuff IF he mouths off. You know David never did like him much.” Becca replied as she looked towards her husband, who nodded his head in agreement. Willa sighed knowing she’d not win this argument, so she didn’t even bother trying. They spoke for a few more minutes and Willa hung up after promising to be home in a couple days. She did have to go back to work in a few days anyway.
The rest of the day was spent on set watching everyone work, avoiding Sebastian as much as humanly possible and catching up with everyone. Those damned blue eyes of his were on her more than she wanted them to be. She could feel him staring whenever her back was turned or she wasn’t paying attention. Finally the day was over and Willa was headed back with Uncle Bob to the house. She was tired and she just wanted a long soak in the tub and to head for bed early. She had alot of things on her mind and just wanted to sort through them in peace.
“Feeling ok there Willabee?” asked Robert as he glanced over at her. He took in her far off expression.
“Yeah I am ok. Just got alot on my mind. Probably going to go to bed early.” Willa said. Robert nodded and the rest of the short drive was silent. Pulling up to the house Robert parked and turned off the car. Both got out and walked into house. Willa hugged Little Man and gave Princess kisses as she walked by and headed upstairs. She headed for her bathroom and turned on the taps for the tub. She headed back into her room and pulled off her clothes and grabbed a night gown. She headed back into the bathroom and turned off the taps. She threw her hair up in a messy bun and slipped into the water.
The water was the perfect temperature and it was helping to relax her from head to toe. Closing her eyes Willa’s thoughts turned from Tony to Sebastian. Back to the first day they’d met in 2005.
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September 2005
Willa walked onto set and sighed. She wasn’t exactly sure where she needed to go, but knew she needed to head towards the main set. Being a runner on a movie set wasn’t ideal, but she was interested in how sets worked and what went on behind the scenes. When she’d found a job as a runner on a movie set to film in Canada, she’d jumped at the chance and sent in her resume. It had been a very long two weeks waiting for a call back, but finally the call came and she’d nailed the interview. Now two months later she was actually on set.
Wandering around the set had Willa catching sight of a group of guys sitting around the craft area drinking coffee. Knowing she was a bit lost and needed to get to her boss so she could start work. Sighing and pushing back her social anxiety of having to talk to strangers Willa walked over to the group of guys. “Excuse me. I am so sorry to interrupt, but do any of you know where I can find Kathy Wilson? I am supposed to be meeting her in about 5 minutes and I am lost.”
“Yeah. I’ll walk you over to the main trailer area. She should be there somewhere.” a guy with steel blue eyes said as he stood up. Willa swallowed hard. His eyes were beautiful. He was good looking, in a boyish kinda way. He smiled this little half smile making Willa smile back as well. “Thanks.”
They took off walking and chatting about nothing really. Soon they reached the trailers and had to part ways. “Thank you again for your help.” Willa said as she looked up into those blue eyes.
“No problem. I never did your name.” he said. Willa laughed.
“Wilamina, but most people call me Willa. How about you? I didn’t get your name either.”
“Sebastian, but my friends call me Seb.”
“Well it was nice meeting you Sebastian. Thanks once again for walking me over here. I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Yeah definitely.” he said with a smile and wave as they went their separate ways.
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Willa jolted awake as her head slipped off the back of the tub. The water was freezing and she was shriveled up like a prune. Getting out of the tub she dried off and pulled on her nightgown. She brushed her hair and threw it back into a braid for the night. Crawling into bed, Willa sighed and snuggled down into the soft blankets. Her heart was still hurting, but she felt slightly better than before.
She hadn’t realized how much seeing Sebastian again would hurt. She’d thought she had gotten over him before she’d met Tony, but damn his voice and eyes took her right back to that girl, who was head over heels in love with him. She can still remember him stopping her as they wrapped filming for the day and offering to “buy” her a cup of coffee from craft services. She had accepted and they had ended up talking for hours about their likes, dislikes, hobbies, and families. She’d fallen hard for him. He had such a boyish charm to him. He was a little shy, but once he warmed up he was wickedly sarcastic and funny.
She’d been drawn to him like a moth to a flame. None of the guys she’d dated in high school could compare to him. He’d called her Mina on accident and when she hadn’t corrected him, he continued to call her that. It was his own private nickname for her. She’d never allowed anyone else to call her that. Tony tried once, but she’d shut that down hard. One of a few times she’d denied Tony what he wanted.
Falling asleep that night Willa thought maybe there were brighter days ahead. She just had to take it one day at a time.
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Author’s Note: Hello everyone. Just wanted to apologize for this chapter taking so long. It was difficult to write and it is a little shorter than I’d like, but next chapter will hopefully be better. Next chapter Willa goes home and confronts Tony. I can’t wait to write it.
Constructive criticism is encouraged. Feedback makes me happy. Flames will be used to keep plot bunnies warm this winter.
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freefall
✗ Wong Yukhei x (F) Reader
summary→ You thought you told Yukhei you didn’t trust Rohei, especially when she was high. Why he even bothers to hang out with her despite her obvious crush is beyond you.
wc→ 6.6k
tags→ angst, homewrecking attempts, drug use, couple fights :/, makeup vanilla sex, bulging mention, breath play but not rlly lol
fly→ soar→ freefall
this has been in my drafts for 7 MONTHS!! I'm sorry also not proofread lol
A lot of the things you knew about your boyfriend where things he told you himself, like his favorite color or his grandma’s name. He loved to tell you every little detail of his day, from the fact his socks were inside out to the weird LARPer group he’d seen on the way to class. He’d told you about his love for soccer and his first crush and the last movie he saw and how he liked his phone beneath his pillow. Yukhei literally told you absolutely everything about himself.
There’s two things Yukhei’s never directly told you.
The first was something you’re sure Yukhei isn’t exactly aware of himself, and that was the ridiculously Casanova persona he took on when he was high. Of course, you knew firsthand about this Yukhei. His playful expression would fade away, until he was all molten gazes and wandering hands, sneaking beneath your skirt after he’d cornered you against some frat house’s kitchen. Breathy laughs, plush lips pressed against your jaw in some sort of twisted game to see if he could make you come in front of all those people, pressing his wonderfully hidden cock against your hip until you begged him to go home.
With a little bit of weed, Yukhei became an absolutely delectable man, and you’re not the only one who’s noticed.
Which leads you to the second piece of information Yukhei’s never told you, and that was the existence of one very clingy girl. Her name was Rohei, an accounting major in the same year as Yukhei. She was pretty and nice, and everyone seemed to like her, which somehow made her entitled to your boyfriend. How ridiculous.
You’re not sure when exactly she’d become such a blip in your radar, or when she even started hanging around him. Yukhei never mentioned her, so for a while, you ignored her.
That is until she started showing up to your sessions, all giggly and annoying as she tried to squish herself beside Yukhei. Even then you’d given her the benefit of the doubt, knowing you were also, quite frankly, an annoying person when you were high. The smoke made a lot of things foggy, but her hand resting on his thigh was as clear as day.
After that, you’d warned Yukhei against seeing the home wrecker, citing your own personal girl instincts as the only solid reason you had against disliking her, not that Yukhei particularly cared. The first time you mentioned her had confused the fuck out of him, and it only took about five minutes of physical descriptions for him to realize exactly who you were talking about.
“Oh,” he sighed, pausing his game of Zelda to glance over at you. “The girl with the Windex bottle laugh?”
You snorted, giving his side a gentle shove with your foot. “Yeah, that girl,” you said. You abandoned your phone in favor of meeting his gaze. He’d invited you over fresh out of his shower, his hair wonderfully fluffed up and soft. God, was he attractive. As if sensing your sudden shift, he wrapped one huge hand around your ankle, tugging you down the bed and towards him.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he crooned, ducking down to brush his lips over yours. You let an airy moan escape you, sliding a hand around his neck to pull him closer. He grinned something wicked against your lips, game abandoned as he slotted himself against you. “You’re my girl.”
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Yukhei—no, if anything, you trusted him too much. The real issue was that you didn’t trust these other bitches. Yukhei could flaunt your relationship as much as he wanted, could walk around with your name across his chest, but that wouldn’t stop mean and desperate girls from throwing themselves at him. They’d use any chance they’d get to entice him, which is exactly why you’d begged him not to go smoke with his friends one night.
“Are you serious?” He asked, halfway through tugging his hoodie over his head. After an enjoyable evening tangled in the sheets with you, his best friend in the entire world, Mark Lee, had invited him out to smoke. ‘With the usual gang,’ had been his words, and Yukhei being the pothead that he was, instantly agreed.
You sighed, tugging the sheets to your chest as you sat up. “Well, is she gonna be there?” You grumbled, not trying to hide your annoyance that well. Yukhei blinked.
“Are you talking about that girl again?” You pursed your lips, avoiding his gaze. Yukhei snorted, and you yelped as he flopped back down on the bed to envelope you in his arms. “Baby, I’m crazy about you, you know that?”
You rolled your eyes, covering your face with your hands, as if he hadn’t seen you completely naked fifteen minutes before. “I know,” you sighed, though it came out more like a whine. “But she wants to fuck you! I know she does.”
Yukhei ignores you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Begrudgingly, you wrap your arms around his soft form, the pout on your face slowly fading. It’s the sweet and romantic side of him, the one he usually hides from his friends, that melts your resolve. A sudden nip at your collarbone brings you out of your rosy vision.
“Babe, stooop,” you whine, your inner Sammi from Jersey Shore jumping out. “My calves still hurt.”
“Chiiiill,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, plush lips caressing the skin. With each soft kitten lick he gives, you feel yourself slowly melt into the mattress below you. “Lemme take care of you,” he proposes, and as much as you want to protest, the hand that snakes its way between the two of you sucks the words from your mouth.
“S-Sensitive,” you say instead, head lolling onto the pillows as Yukhei’s deft fingers rub small circles against your clit. He hums against your skin, carefully taking note of each tremble your thighs give, and the gasps that catch in your throat.
After he’s done ravishing your throat and your orgasm is creeping up on you for the second time that night, he juts his chin up to meet your gaze. “You did so well tonight, baby,” he praises right before he slots his mouth against yours. “Rode me so good, fuck, you looked so pretty for me.” You reminisce on the grueling work out riding your boyfriend had been, the guiding hands on your waist the only help he’d provided.
Another whimper escapes you, right before Yukhei does his signature move (the one he’d claimed about a week ago), which was slowing down all movements, letting your orgasm build, before giving your clit one final flick that sent you crashing through your own bliss.
After you’ve received your second orgasm of the night, and you’re feeling especially pampered, Yukhei kisses you on the lips sweetly and scampers off to meet his friends.
Afterwards, you’re feeling a little bad about trying to limit his outings because of your own raging jealousy. Yukhei was your boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you had to keep an iron grip on him. He was his own free person; a goofy soul who needed social interaction more than others. For you to keep him on a leash because of some unproven theory was wrong.
You’re still feeling pretty sour, but that all changes when you do your usual nightly Snapchat sweep. Your swiping through snaps of your classmates and friends, crying over projects or complaining about jobs, when the one and only Mark Lee’s story pops up next. Nothing unusual, just him blowing smoke into the camera while some cheesy RnB music plays on the radio of someone’s car. In fact, everything’s fine until you click right, and are met with a three second snap of a particular group shot, the entire right side of the camera frame taken up by Yukhei’s lean figure and one scheming Rohei wrapped around him.
You click your phone off, calmly set it to the side, and fall asleep.
You don’t mention it to Yukhei. For some reason, there’s this annoying voice in the back of your head telling you Yukhei should tell you on his own. After all, you had been having an internal battle on whether you were too protective or not, and going off on him for something that could just be a minor instance would only prove that.
There’s another big frat party this weekend, and though you usually go with your friends, Yukhei invites you to come with him this time. You can’t say no, especially with the way half of his smile gets hidden by the pillow he’s pressed into. He looks so soft and sweet, you find yourself peppering him in kisses as you agree.
You don a pretty dress you’d bought that week, a tight little number that accentuates your figure. Right as you bend over to strap your heels into place, you hear a low whistle from the bathroom door.
“Baby,” Yukhei whines, hands slowly gliding around your waist from behind. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he huffs, nose pressed against the side of your head. You giggle, leaning back to meet his dark gaze. As if the wolf whistle wasn’t enough, he adds, “I’m gonna bend you over and fuck that pretty little pussy.”
Your jaw drops open, and you playfully slap his hands away. “Yukhei!” You scold, strutting across the room to grab your cell phone and his keys. You ignore his gaze as you go about collecting yourself, and when you’re waiting for him at the door, you say, “who says I’m gonna let you?”
The night goes similarly to that encounter, Yukhei’s eyes trailing you wherever you go. It’s like he refuses to look away from you, from the way your hips sway to the music and the way your collarbones glisten with the thinnest sheen of sweat. Even when he’s settled down in the den for a quick session with his boys, his eyes find their way back to where you’re chattering with your friends right outside the door.
With each hit, his dark eyes become hazier and hazier. But he also becomes bolder and bolder, sinful pink tongue swiping across his lips as he eye fucks you for the entire world to see. Your friends giggle at your boyfriend’s behavior, and then scramble away when they see his tall figure come swaggering towards the doorway. You presume they’re done with their session for now, everyone parting ways.
“You come here often?” He croons, and your lips press together in an effort to hold back the ridiculously dopey smile threatening to take over your features.
“Every now and then,” you respond, easily falling into his little game. It ends up consisting of him babbling out every pick-up line he knows until you’re giggling and falling into him. He’s not exempt from the goofy smile you wear, staring down at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the night sky.
After a particularly corny comment, he leans down and accidentally knocks your foreheads together. “Come back to my place, baby. I promise I can treat you better than anyone ever has.” Cherry ready lips ghost over your own.
You hum in response, dizzy from your boyfriend’s flirty behavior. “I don’t know,” you joke, tilting your head up slightly, enough so that you upper lip brushes against his. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”
“Smart guy,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Seriously, though,” he says, suddenly more sober than he’s been in the past few hours. “I told you I was gonna fuck your pretty little brains out tonight, remember?”
His vulgarity strikes a chord within you, and you find yourself pressing your legs together. But Yukhei is nothing if not observant, his hands tracing down your side until it’s snaked its way around to rest upon the swell of your ass. He knows he’s already won you over for the night, so he presses a quick kiss to you lips before scampering off to tell his friends he’s off. Nows as good a time as ever for you to do the same.
You nonchalantly stride back over towards where all your friends have congregated this time, telling them you’ve decided to turn in for the night. Them being your friends obviously know that you’re not heading home to sleep, but rather to get fucked into another dimension. You don’t deny nor confirm their claims, instead leaving them with a coy smile that has them up in hoots as you walk away.
Normally, Yukhei is able to find you in a crowed party easily enough—being tall has its undeniable perks—so you’ve never really been the one searching around for him. But you remember his current state, how he’d stumbled over his words and how his long legs seemed to be working of their own accord tonight. You decide the safest option is to find him yourself, because a high Yukhei tends to have the attention span of a child.
It doesn’t take long to find the group of guys he’s usually around, Mark Lee’s newly dyed blonde hair particularly standing out to you. They all greet you in the polite way that is customary for a fellow bro’s girlfriend, and you do the same. You turn towards Mark, “where’s Yukhei?”
Mark’s brows furrow together in confusion. “He said he was gonna look for you, actually,” he answers, and you find yourself as confused as him.
“When was this exactly?” You press, a weird feeling settling in your gut.
Mark’s lips quirk to the side, eyes drifting around the kitchen as he seems to try to recall when he’d last seen your boyfriend. In the end, he can only offer you a half-assed shrug and an unsure, “ten minutes ago?”
You end up thanking Mark, as well as bidding him adieu, before continuing your search for Yukhei. As you’d mentioned before, he rarely had trouble finding you in crowded areas, always gravitating towards you like a magnet. It was weird that it’d taken him this long, even weirder if he’d actually been stoned enough to have forgotten or strayed away.
You pass by the beautiful oak study built into this frat house, and almost completely dismiss it had you not caught sight of sudden movement inside. Gently, you push open the glass paneled doors, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark room.
“Baby,” you hear your boyfriend say. You sigh in relief, thanking god that Yukhei wasn’t lost, just dumb. You glance around for a light switch, only for your eyes to stumble upon the frame of one very out of place figure. Your brow twitches, and had you not been sheathed in darkness, you’re sure she would have seen the way your entire expression changed.
A movement to her left finally alerts you of where Yukhei is in this dark room, and you don’t hesitate to make your way towards him. Suddenly, you have the vision of the stealthiest nightcrawler as you absorb every detail of this situation.
The first one is Rohei’s frame, curled up beside Yukhei far enough that she isn’t touching him but close enough she can probably see the swell of his plush upper lip. The second is the vulnerable state of Yukhei’s body, a dab pen clutched between his fingers that definitely isn't his. The third and most telling factor has to be the annoyed expression on her face, similar to your own.
Oh this bitch was definitely up to something.
“Babe,” you say, calmer than a retail employee dealing with a stuck-up customer,��“we’re supposed to be leaving.”
Yukhei nods, fast and cute like a puppy, but these circumstances make you want to strangle him. “Of course of course, baby, Rohei was just telling me about this new pen flavor!” As if on cue, Rohei smiles sweetly at you, curling just the slightest bit closer to your boyfriend. “I know you really like the watermelon one, so I was wondering if she knew any other good fruity ones.”
You flash her the fakest smile you can muster, and in his state, Yukhei doesn’t seem to notice. “That’s nice,” you play along, eyes burning into her like laser beams. “But I’d really like to get going before it gets darker out.” You tug Yukhei’s arm, his body following you to rise off the couch.
Right before his ass can leave the cushion, there’s a sudden force being exerted on his other side that has him falling backwards. Your eyes widen, but then narrow into slits when you finally see what had stopped him from leaving with you. Your met with two perfectly manicured hands wrapped around his forearm, attached to the same girl you told Yukhei you didn’t trust.
“But we were just beginning to talk!” she whines, flashing you an innocent pout that lets you know she knows exactly what she’s doing. You feel your insides boil. “We were having a good little chat, weren’t we, Lu?”
“Lu?” You humph, eyes flickering between her face and Yukhei’s.
He shrugs, too dazed by the lights sweeping through the open door to really focus on the situation at hand. “She calls me by my American name, baby, remember it?” He beams, not at either of you, but at some invisible object in the air only he seems to be aware of.
“Yes,” you seethe, “That’s nice and all, but wouldn’t your talk be better when you can actually remember it?” You try, hand gliding from his wrist to his palm to tangle your fingers together. “Let’s get you home now.”
She scoffs, not releasing her grip on his forearm even the slightest bit. “Don’t be a prude, ___,” she spits, “he’s having a good time with me right now, can’t you see.”
Your eyebrows raise at her sudden and rude comment, and you find yourself providing a quick rebuttal. “He’s having a good time because he’s high right now, you’re not that special.”
“Really now,” she laughs, every bit of malicious intent in her tone. “I’m sure that’s why he always goes out of his way to sit next to me during rotations, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Probably because you take weak, short ass hits, and he knows that.”
"Not because he knows my mouth was there already?” She fights back. “You know my lip gloss looks real cute on him when he goes after me.”
The fact irks you, and you add it to the list of questioning you need to do later. For now, you’re not about to lose to this girl. “I don’t really care if he sits by you, honey,” you reply, finally gathering enough strength to pull Yukhei off and away from her. “Just know that those same lips that hit the blunt right before you are the same ones that ate my pussy twenty minutes earlier,” you smirk, watching as first the shock and then the humiliation washes over her face.
You throw Yukhei’s arm over you shoulder, staggering towards the doorway as you leave a stunned Rohei behind. “And another thing,” you call out, not even bothering to look at her. “Stop going after my fucking boyfriend.”
As you and Yukhei stumble out of the house, leaving the loud music, alcohol, and weed behind, you realize how warm your face had become during the verbal altercation, turning the air on full blast once you get inside Yukhei’s car. He says nothing as he settles in the passenger seat, letting you drive the short distance to the student apartment he’d been assigned at the beginning of his junior year.
You’re pulling up on the club when he finally regains power over his tongue.
“Mean,” he mumbles as you guide him up the stairs until you reach the third floor.
“Huh?” You say, unlocking his door and ushering him inside. You abandon your shoes by the door, keeping note of his whereabouts as he stumbles around his home. He ultimately crashes on the couch, staring at you with glazed over, red eyes.
“That was mean,” he repeats, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He elaborates. “You didn’t have to be so mean towards Rohei,” he yawns, tugging a throw pillow onto his chest to hug. “She was just being nice, s’all.”
You blink.
The anger you’d felt towards Rohei seemed overwhelming to you when you encountered her, but it was nothing but a candle flame to the sheer amount of fury that enveloped you now. “Being nice?” You calmly repeat, and Yukhei nods. “Oh, so taking your high as fuck ass to an empty room during a party is being nice now? Flirting with you and touching you in front of my face—that’s being nice?” You splutter.
“Chill out,” Yukhei huffs, sitting up in the slowest manner possible. “We were just smoking,” he mumbles, flashing you an unimpressed glare.
You snort, tossing his keys on the coffee table to cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I know. She loved telling me how her lip gloss looks on you, Yukhei.”
If he wasn’t upset before, he definitely was now as he sits up on the sofa. “Come on now,” he snaps, “you know better than anyone how your little lip gloss sticks to the paper, don’t act stupid now, ____.”
Something snaps inside you, and you whirl directly to face him in anger. “Don’t fucking call me stupid when I’m rightfully mad at you for flirting with other girls.”
“Rightfully, my ass,” he retorts, tugging his jacket off to throw it over the couch. “She was right, you’re a fuckin’ prude.”
It’s as if every single alarm goes off in your head, eyes narrowed in absolute fury (though it doesn’t stop the water from collecting on your waterline). “If you agree with her so much, then why don’t you invite her over and fuck her brains out tonight, Yukhei,” you spit.
He rolls his eyes, “maybe I fucking should. Probably fucks better than you anyway.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you rasp out, hands balling into fists beside you.
Yukhei simply flops back onto the sofa, ignoring you even as you stomp back to the entryway with tears in your eyes to put your shoes on. If he says anything else, you don’t hear it past the thudding of your heart in your throat or the slam of the door behind you.
There’s not much for you to do then other than stomp your way home in the dark and cold of night, tears blurring your vision on the entire trek back. It’s only as your swiping your ID to unlock the building that you realize you’d left your phone at Yukhei’s, but you’re feeling too humiliated to go back. You settle on washing your makeup off, and tugging your favorite loungewear on (of course, it’s just a pair of shorts and Yukhei’s t-shirt) before moping all night.
There’s a knock on your door early the next morning that rouses you from what was probably the deepest slumber you’d had in months. It has you shaking the drowsiness away as you try to remember what awoke you in the first place. The knocking continues and you lazily slump off the bed and stumble towards the door.
There’s a devastatingly handsome man at the door, nothing like his high counterpart that had left you a sobbing mess last night, presenting you with your forgotten phone and an apologetic frown.
“Hey,” Yukhei murmurs, and you sniff in response, too tired and sleepy to greet him back. “I brought you your phone,” he says, as if you hadn’t already noticed. You snatch it out of his hand. “And I just wanted to—”
You let the door shut in his face, and for a moment all is silent. A second later, and your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest again, the same overwhelming sense of heartbreak you’d dealt with all last night taking a hold of you again. At the same time, the knob begins rattling like crazy, your boyfriend’s desperate voice breaching through the door.
“Baby, please, I didn’t mean anything last night,” he pleads, the raw emotion noticeable even through the wooden door. “I was high and so fucking stupid, and I know that’s not an excuse but I-I didn’t mean any of it, please,” he begs, and a soft thud against the door leaves you wondering if he’s leaning on it.
You can feel your heart thundering in your chest, every shaky inhale leaving your throat feeling more and more constricted. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to well up with yesterday’s leftover tears, but you’ll be damned if this dumb ass makes you cry two days in a row.
Another soft knock pulls you out of the deep hole you’ve dug within yourself. “Please,” Yukhei rasps out, voice oh so vulnerable, “just open the door, baby.”
You tug the door open, narrowing him with the most furious glare you can muster through your watery gaze. “Don’t call me that,” you spit, and you hope he can see how hurt he’s left you.
“___...” he says, slowly reaching a hand out towards you, one you brush away before turning to head further into your dorm. You plop down on the edge of your bed, turning your phone on to see it’s down to the last quarter of its battery. Yukhei shuffles in, shutting the door behind him before awkwardly hovering over you.
He doesn’t say much, just plops down on the perfectly made bunk across from you (your roommate has been gone abroad all semester). You start toying around on your phone, watching from the corner of your eye as he plays with the ruby red comforter beneath him, all the while sneakily glancing your way, almost as if he’s unsure if he can even do as much.
After a couple minutes of awkward silence, you decide to face your fears head on. “So how was Rohei last night?” You murmur, eyes zeroing in on your fuzzy sock-clad toes. Yukhei lets out a harsh exhale, and when you glance up at him, he meets your glare head on.
“Baby,” he says, soft and slow, in that same tone he uses when he thinks he’s right and he won’t leave until you say otherwise. “I didn’t mean what I said last night, and you know it. I was way out of it and—”
“Shut up,” you spit, unable to contain the annoyance from curling around your voice. “Just say you’re fucking sorry instead of trying to blame this on everything else, Yukhei.”
He blinks, doe eyes comically wide as he takes in your sudden outburst. You take his silence as a sign to continue. “Stop trying to say it was because you were high or drunk or whatever the fuck you were and just say it like it is.” Your chest heaves as a huff escapes you.
“Calm down,” he says when he regains his wits, “you know better than anyone that I would never say that to you normally, I was just really faded and shocked from all the yelling you were doing.”
“That doesn’t matter, Yukhei!” You burst, hands flailing as the frustration builds inside of you. “You said it, which means you obviously thought it before—”
“I didn’t!” He counters, voice as loud as yours. “It slipped out in the heat of the moment, it was an accid—”
“Oh, everything you said was by accident then? Calling me stupid and a prude? That was all just an accident?”
“It fucking was! Don’t act like you’re not the same way when you’re high. You let any and every guy hang off of you, but suddenly the one time I do it it’s a problem?” He snorts, brows furrowed dangerously close.
You scoff, your chest feeling tighter and tighter with each passing second. “Don’t you dare turn this on me, Yukhei, because I’ve never said I’d rather be with someone else,” you spit, your words seemingly slowing his defensive attacks. Your traitorous eyes flood with tears. “High or no—,” you mean to end with, but your voice cracks as a sob escapes through your throat.
You look away in shame, covering your face with your hand. It takes everything in you to stop your frame from shaking because you know he’s watching you with those big sad eyes of his.
You’ve always been unnecessarily weak when it came to Yukhei, his smile just too bright for your heart and the way he’d softly call out baby making every bone in your body weak. You were too much of a pushover, always won over by his charming words and his talented fingers. Even now, as you feel the bed dip beside you, you don’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms and let your sobs overtake you.
His hand rubs against your back as he softly shushes you, murmuring, “I’m sorry,” over and over into your hair. You cry out all the tears from last night and then some. Faintly, from your spot pressed against his chest, you can hear the thundering of his heartbeat and know it matches your own. His fingers continue their dance over your skin, gently massaging your scalp before tracing along your spine, ever so softly and gently.
“I’m sorry,” he says when your sobs have been reduced to sniffles. “I was stupid, and should have thought about what I said before I said it.” He pauses, and you pull away from your safe spot nestled in his arms to meet his forlorn gaze. “Honestly, I think I was just trying to say whatever I could to hurt you,” he admits, his glazed eyes looking down. The tip of his nose is red and you know it’s taking everything in him to not cry with you.
Your soft spot for Yukhei is nothing compared to the weakness he has for you.
He repeats his apology a third time, ducking his head to bump your foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut as he takes in your presence. You sniffle once more before tilting closer to brush your mouth against his. The shaky exhale he releases against you has you melting into his embrace, the fingers that had been clutching to his biceps for dear life, slowly relaxing.
He gently eases you onto your bed, lips departing from yours to trail down your neck, pressing his knee between your spread thighs. One of his hands glides from its position on your shoulder to cradle the underside of your thigh, tugging it upwards until you’ve thrown it around his waist. The gesture has your bodies pressing closer, cores aligned.
“You don’t have to,” you murmur when you feel his cold fingers creep beneath your top, dancing along your skin.
He presses a peck to your collarbone. “I do,” he responds, and you jump when his fingers brush against the underside of your breast. “Have to show you how much I love you.”
Your heart swells, and you find your hands reaching up to tangle in his dark brown locks, the pretty blonde color he’d had when you first met now completely gone. The memory has you thinking back even further in time, to your lazy days spent working the movie theater over the summer, when he’d been just a silly work crush, to the first time you’d hung out and he taught you how to smoke. The rose-tinted glasses in which you view all these memories with him has you murmuring out the words back to him.
He wastes no time tugging your little shorts off, leaving you clad in just heart-patterned undies that have Yukhei muffling a snort into your shoulder. “You’re so fucking cute, baby,” he croons, letting one lone finger trace along your slit.
You whimper, thighs quivering as you watch him tease and toy with you until you’re begging him to fuck you already. “But you’re not stretche-”
“Please,” you whine, cupping his cheeks in your palms, “I need you so bad.”
He caves without much of a fight, leaning back onto his haunches to tug himself out of his grey sweatpants. The sight of his slowly plumping cock has you salivating like a dog, and before he leans over you again, you press a palm to his chest.
He blinks, big brown eyes staring at you in confusion. “What?” You pinch the fabric of his shirt between two fingers, pulling it back, before letting it fall into place again. Yukhei snorts, “oh,” and with one hand, tugs his shirt over his head. The movement gives you a delicious view of his muscles in action, and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter.
With the material finally out of the way, he reaches down to tug your panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of your throbbing center. He doesn’t bother to line himself up, just grabs his cock in his hand before plunging it where he knows it should go. He doesn’t waste any time, bottoming out in the first go.
Your toes curl, hands wildly gripping onto whatever they can—the pillow, the comforter, his hair—until they settle on digging into his shoulders. He grinds his hips, leaning down to place his palms on the bed on either side of your head. You proximity allows you to wrap your arms around his neck, but you also use it to press a soft kiss to his jaw.
“Fuck,” he grunts, finally pulling his hips back until only the head of his dick is sheathed inside you. He stays like that for a second, before thrusting back in full force. “You’re so perfect, baby,” he tells you, repeating the action over and over again. “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ever lost you.”
You moan, nails digging into the flexing muscles of his shoulders. You choke out another moan, his speed picking up and rendering you speechless afterwards. A particular hard thrust has you groaning in pleasure, a hoarse shout of “fuck!” leaving your lips.
Yukhei huffs, hot breath fanning across your face. “You like that?” He taunts, snapping his hips forward, clapping his skin against yours. You nod, hands falling limp as they slide off his shoulders. “Tell me how much you like it, baby.”
Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth as you struggle to find the words. The drag of his cock against your pussy walls making you draw a blank. “I-I-I love it,” you gasp, the hands that slid off his form a moment ago limply wrapping around his waist. Your head rolls to the left, and you press a chaste kiss to his wrist. “Fuuuck,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure enveloping you. “Yu-Yukhei,” you cry, though he doesn’t slow down to hear you. “I love you,” you babble, and then say it another two times for good measure.
He huffs out a chuckle at your mindless state, finally slowing his hips. He begins gently rocking against you, one hand snaking down to toy with your clit. You cry out again, every part of your being feeling so sensitive. “I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, the tip of his pointer finger tracing circles around your clit. Right as you’re about to climax, he pulls that goofy signature move of his and halts everything, letting you hang of the precipice before giving your clit one final caress.
Your orgasm has you babbling even more nonsense, from how much you love him to how good he fucks, to a randomly thrown in “and fuck you, rohei” that has him smiling against your jawline where he’s been pressing kisses.
Your body feels featherlight afterwards, and you almost fall asleep had Yukhei not begin shallowly thrusting in you again. You’re reminded of his pleasure, and you reach a hand up to cradle his face as he continues rutting against you. “So good, baby,” you purr, eyes hazy with love and euphoria as you watch him. He smirks at the usage of your pet name against him, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm.
“You’re usually not a—a dirty talker,” he mumbles, looking away from you for a second to watch how his length plunges into your dripping hole.
“I can be,” you murmur, you thighs twitching as a result of your oversensitivity. “For you.”
Yukhei snorts. “Yeah?” You nod. “Talk me through it then, baby,” he teases.
You bite your lip in an attempt to contain a smile, but it still shines through. “Anything for you, baby,” you play along, finally letting go of his face to trace your hand down his abdomen, until it’s rested right above his pelvis. “You really outdid yourself this time,” you murmur, watching how his dick disappears inside of you. “You love fucking me when I cry, don’t you?”
“You know it, baby,” he responds, flashing you that wicked smirk of his.
Your laugh trails off into a light moan, and you can’t tell if the wetness you feel is from your own come or a new wave of arousal. “Ugh, I can’t,” you whine, your resolve weakening as you watch him shallowly thrust into you. Your boyfriend laughs, tightens his grip on your waist, and then pushes further in. Your eyes roll back, but you snap them open when you catch sight of your stomach.
Something pokes up through your skin, and aside from the initial fear and confusion that’d caused your eyes to fly wide open, your entire body tingles anew when you realize it’s Yukhei’s huge cock bulging through your skin.
“Fuck, baby,” your traitorous tongue starts, eyes hazy as you watch him move beneath your skin. “You’re so fucking big you can see it.”
If you were surprised, Yukhei is completely awestruck at the sight, his body moving as if under a trance as he watches the way his cock makes your skin bulge. Right before you can start babbling like a dumb ass, Yukhei reaches his hand down to cup over your mouth. “Just shut up for a second,” he warns, and suddenly, begins picking up his pace at the same angle.
Each thrust has his cock pushing up into your tummy, and you moan and whine under his hand as your second orgasm builds inside of you. “Jesus, fuck,” Yukhei spits, eyes wild as he fucks for himself, completely disregarding you. “Look at my fucking cock inside of you.”
His hand stays firmly clamped over your mouth, your only airway available being your nose, so you find yourself huffing and gasping for breath. Yukhei doesn’t notice, his movements growing sloppier and more out of rhythm the closer he gets to his own orgasm, until finally he lets you go. He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath though, as he shoves his tongue down your throat.
Suddenly, he freezes, and you can feel his hot seed coating your walls as he groans into your mouth. The sensation of your pussy being so deliciously full of both your pleasures has something inside you snapping, and a second wave of euphoria crashes over you. Your toes curl, and his name falls from your mouth like a mantra, before eventually the both of you fall numb and silent.
You regain your wits first, reaching a hand up to gently card at his hair, humming a tune as he catches his breath. You think he’s fallen asleep, when suddenly he leans back to look at your worn out features, and says, “did you see my cock, baby?”
You snort, and push his face away from you, much to his amusement. “Yeah, I felt it,” you murmur, and hiss when he pulls out of you, momentarily staring at your overflowing and abused hole.
He groans at the sight. “God, I can't wait to get you pregnant.”
“What?!”
#smtownnetwork#kpopwonderlandtag#thekpopnetwork#nct lucas#lucas smut#yukhei smut#wong yukhei#wong xuxi#wayv lucas#wayv yukhei#wong yukhei smut#nct smut#mine#nct fic
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DESPERADO - AGAPE
SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].
WARNING/S: cursing [if i forget to put warnings, pls be reminded this fic has mature themes!]
two - three
"what the hell are you doing here again you bastard? still trying to get into [name]'s pants?" chuuya greeted dazai and oda rather bitterly, directed at dazai mostly.
"he's still hung over [name] and i'm here for ango." oda pushed dazai slightly as the brunette only stuck out his tongue at chuuya.
"odasaku, you very well know that-"
"well damn. you don't even know how much [name] hates your guts, shitty dazai." chuuya crossed his arms, staring dazai down with disapproval. "i just don't get why you still force yourself on her."
dismissing chuuya's last comment, dazai frowned. "why would she hate me?"
"i can give her whatever she wants. she gives me what i want and i give her what she wants."
"it doesn't work that way, dazai. [name] doesn't think that way."
"i can give her more money if she wants. anything her heart desires." dazai pouted.
chuuya exhaled through his nose sharply, shaking his head. "she ain't a gold digger. do you really think that low of her?"
dazai shrugged nonchalantly, irritating chuuya even more.
"sure, she works for the money but she isn't going to throw away her body just for more cash. especially to a bastard like you."
oda sighed heavily from dazai's left, placing a hand on dazai's shoulder and shaking him. "that's what i keep trying to say, but he won't listen."
dazai's frowned deepened. "it's not just money i'll give her, you know. she can get whatever she wants just as she repays me equally as well. preferred for something more..intimate."
"she's not a fucktoy, dazai."
"i didn't even imply that-"
"sounds like you did."
the brunette and ginger glared at each other, seemingly a telepathic disagreement between the two men. oda only shaked his head at this.
he placed his hands on both male's shoulder's and broke them up as he could tell one of them may really kill the other.
"you two are grown men, so act like one and stop your childish antics. chuuya, just give dazai what he wants, otherwise he really won't leave."
chuuya thought over it for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "..fine. it's not like i can do anything about it, he's just too persistent," he grumbled.
"alright, now that it's settled, let's get a move on!" dazai returned to normal and pushed oda up front eagerly.
oda only sighed once again.
--
"why the fuck are you here again?" [name] hissed as dazai merely smirked at her before placing his hand on the arm chair, raising another brown envelope with wads of cash.
"i want another show, dear. i can pay you double," dazai waved the brown envelope with a significantly larger amount of money in which where [name] eyed it eagerly, biting her lip.
"what makes you think you can buy me with money?"
"i see the way you look at it. i can tell you're desperate for money."
"you don't know that!" she snapped at the bandaged male.
"i know you do. you need the money."
"what makes you think that, huh? is it because i work here?! is it because i-"
"you need it for yourself and a family member whom you live with in a shabby apartment. i'm not sure if my hunch is correct, but the landlord demands you a larger amount of money to pay for rent. am i wrong?" dazai cuts her off, looking at how she faltered.
"i don't like you," [name] spat. "i hate your stupid tricks. will you just fuck off and stop stalking me?"
"but i'm right, are i not?"
"it doesn't matter whether you're right or wrong," she squinted at the male. "you're an asshole for taking advantage of me and i hate that. i'm not gonna blow you for a few thousand yen."
dazai seemed to have not been paying attention or just completely dismissed it changed the subject. "i wonder why a lot of people have been calling me an asshole lately."
"oh really? i wonder why." was [name]'s snarky reply.
"well, you don't have to blow me. you can just do what you did yesterday."
"what i did yesterday?"
dazai nodded, humming as he waited for her response.
the woman stayed silent, debating whether or not to agree to fulfill his request. she heaved a sigh, (something oda has been doing lately since he and dazai went there the other night) running a hand through her [h.c] locks.
"how much do you have then?"
"five hundred sixty-five thousand."
her eyes widened a fraction. "you're willing to pay me that much money for a measely lap dance?"
"i can miss the money, you need it for yourself."
"stop treating me like i'm pathetic and in need of help from a higher-up like you. i can work for my own money! and we especially don't need your sympathy!"
"i'm not pitying you. it's called kindness," dazai raised a brow. "what's wrong with it?"
"everything." she growled.
dazai stared at her for the longest time, never breaking their eye contact.
[name], who grew tired of their stare off, rolled her eyes and snatched the brown envelope aggressively. "listen, i'm not taking this because i need it or because i'm a whore who just throws herself at men," she narrowed her eyes. "i'm taking it because i want to, got it?"
dazai only hummed before he was dragged back to the place he and [name] were the night before.
"let's just get this fucking over with."
--
it became a regular thing.
dazai would double up the amount of money he'd pay [name] with each time he'd drop by. the money kept the female on a leash, confirming his suspicions of her desperate need for cash.
he'd try to convince her to go home with him every time, and every time she'd refuse. dazai doesn't understand. he had a nice place and he was filthy rich, though he knows she isn't a gold digger, but why?
he wanted to know why she refuses to go home with him and his question was answered when he had ran into her in the mall.
he was hurrying to buy a suit for an upcoming celebration for his company's twenty-forth year anniversary. he was just walking around calmly around the mall before a child with black and white hair ran into him, making him stumble back.
"omph--!" the child let out a small disgruntled noise before looking up at dazai with..the most strangest eyes he has seen. a shrill of a female broke the child's trance before hiding behind dazai, gripping on his black trench coat tightly.
"yumeno! where are you little brat- oh you have to be fucking with me right now." [name] came into an abrupt stop as she had been running to look for yumeno. her neutral expression turned into one of annoyance as she had spotted black and white hair from behind dazai.
she snapped her fingers. "yumeno, come here right now."
the child immediately let go of dazai and ran to [name], giggling quietly to himself. "you found me, onee-chan! haha!"
"are you hungry? here," she handed the multicolor haired child twenty five yen. "you can go buy any sweets you like for now."
"mhm!" yumeno happily walked away to a nearby candy shop. once he was out of sight, [name] turned to dazai, furious.
"do you follow me every where??!"
"no. we only met by coincedence. who was that kid by the way?"
"he is none of your business. now, if you'll excuse me-"
"i'm afraid you're not going any where, love." dazai took a hold of her arm before she could walk away. she whipped her head back, her brows furrowed in annoyance.
"what do you want now?"
"i won't tell anyone here that you're a stripper and work in an exoti-" a hand clamped his mouth shut before he could finish his sentence.
"will you shut the fuck up? people can hear you, you know," [name] hissed at dazai. "look, i'm a dancer, alright? a dancer, not a stripper. i pole dance, lap dance. i just dance okay?" dazai nods his head as he is unable to speak for it will come out muffled by her hand.
"also, do you know when to ever keep your mouth shut? people here still respect me, so don't go fucking that up for me." she removed her hand from his mouth, looking at it with disgust before wiping it on his expensive coat.
dazai turned to look at the multicolor haired kid that hid behind him earlier who was now talking to a worker on an ice cream parlor.
"is he your son?"
"what he is to me doesn't matter, just stay away from him."
"he's a cute kid."
"pervert."
"what?" dazai turned to her with a questioning look.
"i don't want you to be anywhere near him," heaving a sigh, she continued. "just leave him alone at least. you already torment me enough by working for you."
"is he the reason you keep coming back?"
"me? coming back? please," she scoffed. "you're the one who keeps coming back to me and ask for more with enough money as it is."
"then why don't you send me away?"
"i'm pretty sure you're smart enough to figure that out," she huffed. "now fuck off."
"onee-chan, onee-chan!! help me with this!" yumeno ran back to her holding two pieces of candy- er, shall say a pack of lollipops and a pack of gummy bears.
"can i buy both?"
[name] softened her expression and kneeled down to yumeno's height, smiling at him gently. "i'm sorry, yumeno. we can't buy both. you can only pick one."
"i know that, but i don't know which one to pick.." yumeno stared at the two packs of sweets on his hands, silently playing 'eeny, meeny, miny mo' between the two.
"hey mister," yumeno looked up to dazai with a small impish grin. "which one do you think i should buy?"
dazai placed a hand on his chin as he thought about it over. "well, i bet you can save a bit less of money if you buy the pack of lollipops."
"what are you doing?" [name] said through gritted teeth, disliking the fact that dazai interacted with yumeno.
"it has more pieces than the pack of gummy bears, plus it only costs two quarters if bought single," dazai made small calculations on his fingers. "it can cost you half a bill if you buy the lollipops instead since you could buy a small pack of gummy bears instead."
"oh wow," yumeno's eyes glistened with amusement. "onee-chan, he's smart!"
"i thought i told you not to go near him or talk to him?"
"i didn't. he asked me first and i have to be polite and answer."
[name] only growled at pulled yumeno closer. "let's go yumeno. i'll pay for your lollipops instead."
"no, no let me pay for him," dazai stopped the two before going to their side.
"i'm already paying with the money you gave me." [name] deadpanned.
"no, you won't use that. it's for you. i insist i'll pay." dazai repeated. "i won't take 'no' for an answer." he continued, crossing his arms childlishly.
the female crossed her arms and huffed. "fine, whatever."
yumeno walked silently with the two adults who bickered back and forth (though it was one-sided), his eyes lit up and he tugged on the hem of his caretaker's shirt.
"onee-chan! how about we invite mister.." he paused. "hey mister? what's your name?"
"his name is dazai," [name] answered for him. "call him osa, he loves that." dazai scoffed at the nickname and rolled his eyes. he'd have to live with it for now.
"osa-chan, how about you join onee-chan and i for dinner?"
"yumeno i believe osa-chan is busy with his own-"
"i'd be glad to join you for dinner." dazai cuts her off, smiling at the child who returned the same expression. though his smile curled up way too much in dazai's opinion.
"dazai, no--"
"onee-chan! please let him come to dinner with us! please?" yumeno pouted at his caretaker who was hesitant to let the brunette join them for dinner. it seems yumeno really liked him for some reason and who was she to deny the child's request.
she could only sigh and nod. "well," she faced dazai, a tick mark showing on her forehead. "it looks like you'll be joining us for dinner tonight."
dazai grinned and gave her a thumbs up. "can't wait!"
"i really, really don't like you."
"aw, i like you too, [name]-chan~"
a yelp that came out of dazai's lips signified him that he should definitely learn when to shut his mouth.
#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#dazai fic#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#desperado#reader insert
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gimme ur underswap headcanons hhhhhhh
Fyuuck yeah fudgie bless u grekgkekge UwU ❤ here there be some headcanons then ye because I got way too many to list them all pft
Ok first headcanon on my take on Underswap, if it was an actual game so would Berry’s battle in Snowdin be overly hard, as this boy will go full out instantly not holding back one bit in his fight against the human, and he won’t stop even if your HP reaches 1 like Papyrus do in UT, no he will literally end up killing you until you beat him by tiring him out and get him down to 1 HP, where he then will consider himself beaten and give you mercy. As this boy got a hard time when it comes holding back and will end up killing you.
Dogamy and Dogaressa, Snowdrakes father and mother and the Bunny boy and Girl are all swapped with one another in like a circle, Bunny boy the one thinking it’s weird how Bunny girl got a bun on a leash in Snowdin takes Dogamy and Dogaressa’s roles as guards as I do the whole Bunny guard thing in my swap, not sure how they would act like just yet tho, while Dogamy and Dogaressa takes the roles of Snowdrake’s father and mother, which means Dogamy would be the depressed comedian at the hotel while Dogaressa would be down in the labs as a amalagemente, while the snowdrake parents take the role of the two bunnies in Snowdin. With Snowdrake as the bun on the leash, but that leaves out whose Snowdrake’s role would be, and I have solved it by using a unused dog character by the name of Doge that is found in the art book.
Underswap Napstablook is named Dapperbot instead of Napstaton, as I never really like the whole skater version original Underswap have so went and made my own take, where they are more like their original self and when they get their more human looking robot body they got a suit and a top hat.
Neither of the skeleton brothers wants up or wants to be an ambassador in a true pacifist, neither do Stabby aka Chara, instead the role ends up on Floppy aka Asriel, since he is the prince of the underground and wants the responsibility, though Stretch do help him out allot with advice etc so he kinda becomes Floppy’s advisor.
In the underground, most monsters fears Braid aka Toriel allot, they find her very cold and she have a habit of isolating herself, which is a swap on how UT Asgore have it where people really adore him and don’t find him scary at all. While in the ruins Toriel is pretty feared by the other monsters, which I have made carry over to the swap, which makes it so that Fluffy, swap Asgore, is very loved by the monsters in the ruins.
Instead of starting up a school up on the surface Fluffy starts a flower shop.
Stabby do not get adopted by Fluffy or Braid, instead they end up getting adopted by Stretch, as he has promised to help them out with their issues etc.
Instead of a plushie so is swap temmie, aka Bob, an actual dead cat because the whole plushie brought to life neve made any frikking sense to me. Heavily inspired by Grinningkitten I think their name is.
Bob got a serious grudge against Floppy, as they feel Floppy replaced them as Braid’s child and in turn torments him allot, like they have made him believe that his dad, who is unaware he even exist, would hate and despise him etc. Floppy is pretty much the only person Bob is actually mean and cruel towards, still working on Bob actually so some things with them might change.
The dog guards are all swapped with various bunnies in Snowdin, one of them is Doggo been swapped with the bunny shopkeeper, and he is nicknamed Smokie and he would be selling dry meat, dog treats, bones and cigarettes.
Stretch hoard gloves instead of socks.
Berry and Marks, aka Alphys, used to be fuck buddies before she grew a crush on Frecks, aka Undyne.
In the so called judgement battle against Stretch in the Judgement hall, he will do a UT Papyrus and instantly show the human mercy. But unlike Papyrus he will avoid any attacks thrown his way but still refusing to attack while he keeps trying to persuade the human to stop, he will eventually after a very, very long time get tired and end up getting killed. The only time he actually hurts and kills Stabby is on their final genocide run, where Stabby decides to accept his mercy to see what will happen, and ends up in a hug with him where he then ends up piercing them both with a bone attack, while begging them to stop once more and other stuff which finally gets through to them and they reset one final time. Which is based on a pic and headcanon by proshpriggs.
Fluffy unlike UT Toriel, is willing to forgive Braid for her actions, or well not really forgive but more like accept and move on dunno how to explain, which Braid refuse as she will never forgive herself for the things she done and she do not need his pity.
Frecks instead of liking anime/manga is obsessed with more American like cartoons and comics, superheroes etc, and her fave and ultimate fictional crush is DogWoman. As American comics etc is kinda the swap of anime/manga like their opposite.
Marks still likes anime/manga but is afraid Frecks don’t as she has mentioned disliking it, so she instead hides it in hope’s Frecks won’t find out.
Stretch and Berry have tried to play matchmaker for Frecks and Marks but it always fails as both of them are disaster gays, Frecks once shoved a bunch of rocks into her mouth in a gay panic.
Marks got a serious stutter caused by an old injury, which also made her lose her right eye, which she hates so much she just wants to be able to talk normally.
In battle with her on a pacifist runetc instead of not feeling up to it/forgetting the whole story about thesuffering and so on of the monsters etc like UT Undyne she instead getsfrustrated with herself as she keeps on stuttering allot trying to tell it soshe says fuck it instead and attacks
Fluffy actually steps outside the ruins doors to hang out with Stretch, as unlike UT Toriel he don’t have the whole insisting on staying behind the door thing going.
Fluffy have no idea he got a son as Floppy was born after he went to live in the ruins.
And that’s all ya get enjoy yo :D
#undertale#underswap#underswap sans#underswap papyrus#MessedUpEssy#Essy Answers#Essy's Undertale Headcanons#underswap asgore#underswap undyne#underswap toriel#underswap temmie#underswap monster kid#underswap asriel#underswap alphys#too many to tag#gods this turned out long af#but hey i got allot of headcanons ye#and im still open to share even more of them#bc gods do i have a bunch ye#feels very fun and noice af to share some like srsly#yes
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