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awrkive · 2 years

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[TEASER] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK

jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it's casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can't help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+

WORD COUNT 1.6k for this teaser but the word count is currently at ~15k i still have to write 3 more scenes and i also haven't edited the whole thing yet so let's see

WARNINGS/MISC fwb!au, college!au, basketball player!jk, kinda secret relationship?!au, kinda nerdy!oc but not really she's just very school-oriented, jk is tatted up here and is very yummy sighs, school journalist!reader, multiple sex scenes (ill specify when it comes out) honestly idek where all of those came from but auuuurrrxxx. warnings specifically for this teaser: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is a fanfiction everything tends to be crazy around these areas don't do it irl pls omg lol)

NOTES uhm u guys so i never knew i had the ability to write long and big fics lmao but i apparently do yay (bless ME for making outlines they make writing soooo much easier)

‼️FULL FIC IS HERE

The late March weather has been cold these days, so when Jungkook – in his real fuckboy fashion – texted you that his nose could use a heater and he could offer to warm you up in return, you agreed for him to come over even though you pretended to be disgusted by his offer. Just for the theatrics.

"Hurry," you whimper as he manhandles you in getting you off his lap, making you bounce on the mattress.

Just like that, the warmth from being pressed against his body is gone, exchanged by the cold immediately spreading goosebumps through your skin as Jungkook makes quick work of spreading your legs, eliciting a bit of an uncomfortable feeling from you as you feel your cum leaking out.

Jungkook swipes a hand through his sweaty hairline as he kneels inside your spread legs, and you have to fight a moan at the sight. You still feel a little delirious from when he made you cum the second time just a minute ago, still lightheaded from the high of it. But you can't deny that he always looks so good in all his natural, naked form; chest heaving, toned stomach coated in sheer sweat, his biceps – especially the tatted one – bulging as he reaches for your hips to pull you down so he could enter you once again.

It tears a cry from your vocal chords, him thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, his pace frantic and inconsistent, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. His grunts, together with your pathetic little moans at the feel of his cock touching every part of your pussy filled the room.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groans, leaning down, and as a result, reaching deeper into you, mouth reaching for your breast to your mouth. The kiss is a sloppy act of both of you just breathing in each other's mouths, as Jungkook drills your pussy faster, his fingers tightening around your waist. A particular hard thrust got you drawing out a loud mewl and that's what tips Jungkook over the edge. "F-fuck – shit, where do I cum baby? Tell me, tell me."

"Inside, Kook. Please cum inside me,"

He lets out a sharp breath and after a few more erratic strokes, you feel his hot release painting your inner walls.

"Shit," Jungkook hisses as he falls on top of you. You can feel the way he's heaving as his skin touches yours, but you let yourself relax on the mattress, letting out shallow breaths.

Since he's way more athletic than you, he got over it soon and you feel him picking himself up to hover over you, beginning to plant kisses all over your chest, your nipples, your shoulders, your collarbones.

"Kook," you call softly, your limp hand patting his ass to get his attention. He always gets so preoccupied with kissing your body after sex.

Jungkook hums, but he looks at you. "Yeah?"

You grunt. "I just washed my sheets two days ago and I don't want cum stains on them."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he leans down, and even though you were complaining just now, you let out quite a joyful hum when he kisses you. "Let me see first."

You don't need to ask what he's referring to.

Pushing your body back up, Jungkook takes it upon himself to get his body off of you to watch as you slide two fingers over your pussy, spreading the lips so he can see the combination of your and his cum all over it.

"You need to hurry, Nayeon is coming home in a few minutes."

He doesn't even try to look like he's concerned about the urgency of that matter, just hums absentmindedly and gets his own finger to run over your exposed heat. You shiver at the contrast of the hot feeling of your pussy and the cold feeling of his finger, but it soon turns into pleasure when he gathers your cum and pushes it back into you.

"Are you going to keep it in for me?" He whispers, a thumb now caressing your hip.

"Depends."

Jungkook looks back up at you, a sly grin spreading on his lips. "On what?"

"If you're going to be good and say please when you want something." You grin at him, feeling pretty proud of yourself for catching him off guard. It doesn't last long very much though as he smirks, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you hear a series of knocks and your eyes widen at that.

You hissed. "Shit, that's Nayeon."

You sit up from the bed. Jungkook mirrors your haste, scrambling to find his clothes on the floor and putting them on quickly. You have your robe just nearby so you put just that on, ignoring the tingling sensation of cum trickling down your legs.

"I have to go," Jungkook whispers, and you nod, walking towards the window on the far end of the room and opening it up widely.

Like usual, Jungkook steps on the frame and easily hauls himself outside. It's the backside of the building of your complex, and it's mostly and usually quiet, so it's pretty safe for him to just go out of there without anyone noticing, and most especially at times like this. Because Nayeon can't know. No one can.

"I'll see you later, pretty."

Jungkook winks at you and you playfully roll your eyes, waving him off which earns a laugh from him. He easily saunters through the area, though, and you find it quite unfair how he still carries a certain graceful energy to him even though he literally just did a cardio exercise with you for about 20 minutes. Ugh, him and his athletic body.

Nayeon's voice can be heard across the flat, but before you let her in, you spray an unhealthy amount of air freshener on your body and around the room (just in case she enters) and shove your discarded clothes from earlier in the laundry basket. After that, you finally run towards the door, welcoming Nayeon with a smile as you open it.

"Hi!" You greet. She immediately hugs you briefly, groaning as she steps back and suanters towards the room.

"Class sucked today," she immediately throws herself on the couch and you give her a sympathetic smile, walking towards the fridge to get water.

"Well, wish me luck. I'm just heading out for one."

"God, I can't wait 'til we graduate, I'm tired of this bullshit." She says, but she's opening up her laptop for what you could guess as for finishing up an assigned work. "I wish I was having bomb sex like you. Hey, do you want to go to this party on Friday?"

"I – what?"

"Party on Friday? Finals season for basketball starts on Friday and they're planning a party. We could use free booze and stress-free night." Nayeon repeats, but you weren't asking for the party.

"I'm not having bomb sex." You say, and that makes her look at you. You stare at each other for a solid few seconds until she rolls her eyes.

"Girl, your hair is looking like a bird's nest and your lips are swollen as hell. I might not be having bomb sex in the current moment but I know what I look like after I do the deed," She wears her eyeglasses and perched it on her nose. "And you kinda smelled like sex when you opened the door."

"Gah!" You feel heat coming and spreading through your cheeks. You thought the damn Febreeze would hold up!

Nayeon waves you off. "It's fine, it's not like you haven't caught me before like that."

"It's embarrassing!" You insist, stuffing your face with a loaf of bread and purposely not meeting Nayeon's gaze so you don't see the teasing smiles you're sure she's sending your way.

"That you're having sex in college?!" Her playful scandalous tone makes you laugh though and that's when you look at her.

"No, ugh. Just. Sorry. If I smelled like sex. I tried spraying a lot of air freshener earlier."

She wiggles her brows. "Oh, is that why you took a long time opening the door? Was your sneaky link here just now?"

"Sneaky what?" You say, laughing.

"Sneaky link. You know, a hook up. Wait, is it a boyfriend? Please say no, because I would be extremely offended if you haven't introduced your boyfriend to me all this time."

You could swear you felt goosebumps on your nape when you heard the word boyfriend and saw images of Jungkook in your head immediately. "It's definitely not a boyfriend. Just… someone I hook up with sometimes."

"Interesting. Do I know him?"

The question makes you nervous. She definitely knows. No one not knows who Jungkook is at your campus.

With a shake of your head, you tell her, "Nope."

"Okay, which department? Does he go to our Uni?" She asks, now seemingly fully invested in this conversation rather than the assignment before her. You're happy to be a bit of a help to lessen her sour mood from earlier but you shake your head and let out playful tsk-ing sounds,

"Too many questions, babe. My class is starting in twenty minutes."

You hear her laughing as you carry your clothes to the bathroom to change and to clean up the mess in your nether region. Damn. Jungkook cums a lot these days… he needs to masturbate or something.

"Fine, fine! You don't want me to know but I'm gonna find out about the mystery guy one way or another!"

Shutting the door to the bathroom, your face contorts at Nayeon's words.

Yeah, absolutely not. Jungkook and you made an agreement in the first place that everyone should be oblivious of your situationship, and it's worked for almost four months now.

You can't fuck it up now.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook ff #bts fic #bts smut

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niceboyeds · 1 year

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won't let you go (e.m.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: spending time with Eddie: talking about your days, futures, and enjoying each others company <3

contains: fluff, comfort, brief and non-descriptive mention of childhood trauma, clingy!eddie if you squint lol, please let me know if i missed something!

word count: 942

a/n: im just trying to fill the Eddie-shaped hole in my chest, i miss him a lot. not edited sorryyyy. 3rd time trying to post this because its not showing in the tags and i hate this site.

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“hey sweetness.” Eddie’s familiar lips press against the top of your head, giving you a quick kiss.

you’re sitting in your room, on a bench that allows you to look outside. it’s a rainy day and you love watching the weather from your window, but you seem to have lost track of time when you get startled by your boyfriend’s presence.

“hi there, pretty boy.” you smile, scooting away from the wall so he can sit with your body between his legs and your head on his chest.

his arms wrap you into a hug and it makes you giggle, still after over a year of dating you haven’t gotten used to how much he loves to show you affection.

“how was your day?” you ask him with a yawn, settling into his hold.

“long, but better now that I’m with you.” his face presses into the back of your head and you know he's smiling. “what about you? what did you do today?”

“I finished my book this morning, but I couldn’t go get a new one because I didn't really want to drive in the storm.”

“you should've called me. I would've stopped and gotten it for you, silly.”

“but then I’d have to wait even longer to see you.” you tilt your head up to face him and pucker your lips, signifying you want a kiss and he naturally grants your wish.

“god you’re so cute.” he smiles against your lips, pecking them one more time before you lean forward slightly.

“where are you going?” he whines, gripping you a little tighter to keep you close to him.

“I just have to pee, I’ll be right back!” you laugh, squirming out of his arms.

“how long?”

“like 3 minutes! promise.” he releases you and you scurry off to the bathroom.

“see, told ya I’d be fast.” you tell him, walking back into your room.

“3 minutes and 36 seconds.” he teases, trying his best to hold his frown but it’s no use and a smile peaks through his lips.

you sit back with him, laying on his chest once again and looking out the window. it’s days like this when you really take the time to appreciate how much you care for him. how much you love him. something so simple like watching the rain together brings you so much joy your heart could burst.

“what do you want to do after graduation?”

“I think I want to travel, not go back to school right away.” you answer honestly, seeing as you’re young and there’s no reason to rush into settling down.

“oh there’s no way I’m going back to school.”

“of course not, you’re gonna go on tour and become famous. gonna leave me in the dust.”

“nah, you’ll be my little roadie.” it’s quiet for minute as you picture the two of you traveling the world together. “do you want kids?”

that’s unexpected.

“um… I don't know yet.”

“what do you mean?”

“I don’t want to screw them up.” you pause for a beat, “I don't want them to go through what I had to.”

“you’re nothing like your parents.” he reassures you, “you are so caring and considerate. so loving. and their trauma… baby, their trauma wasn’t an excuse to hurt you.”

you know he’s right. you didn’t deserve anything you went through. even though they’ve tried to make amends with you, it’s still deeply engraved in your memories. you fought your whole life to become the complete opposite of your family. you’re still fighting.

“do you want kids?” you ask him, still not sure on your own answer.

“I want whatever you want.”

“I meant like… like if we didn’t end up together.”

“oh, no! you’re not allowed to leave me.” he squeezes you tighter, rocking you back and forth gently.

“you can’t predict the future though.”

“didn’t I tell you? I’m actually a psychic and know that you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

you giggle at his words. that’s the thing about Eddie. even when the conversation takes an emotional turn, he’s always there to ground you and let you know he’s there for you before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. it’s just one of the many reasons you love him.

you continue to lay into him, craving the closeness. you turn to look out the window again, the rain picking up which gives you an idea.

“can… can we do something crazy?”

“I love crazy.”

you grab his hand, dragging him out of your bedroom and through the house. you head right out the front door. you look back to see his face, hoping he wouldn’t look like it was a bad idea. the ear-to-ear cheesy grin he has is all it takes for you to let his hand go and start spinning in the rain.

you laugh as you jump in puddles, playing in the rain, and just feeling free. feeling young again. like this is what your childhood should’ve been filled with.

Eddie runs up behind you, capturing you into his arms as he picks you up and the two of you spin together in the rain. both of you completely soaked but neither of you caring that you could get sick from the wetness and cold wind.

a sudden crack of thunder startles the two of you, and you wrap your arms around him tightly so you don’t fall.

“not to worry, sweetheart. I gotcha. I won’t let you go.” he leans in to kiss you, a moment that made the world stop spinning. one that reminded you that he is your safe place.

he is your family.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff

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be-co-me · 5 months

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Levi Ackerman

6.8k words

Summary: The day before Christmas Eve, you happen upon your new roommate's living room calendar and discover that his birthday also happens to fall on Christmas and after a drunken night of meeting his friends and getting to know each other better, also discover he doesn't have a family to spend Christmas with, so you offer him your own.

A/N: The more I wrote this, the more I hated it lol, but please listen to my favorite Christmas song before or while you read as it gives me the floaty happy feeling I desire this fic to have. It's Cold December Night by Michael Buble. Levi may be a bit OOC, but I wanted this ready for Christmas, so I didn't have much time to skim it over and fix things. Thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts! This isn't yet edited so please don't mind any mistakes! The AO3 curse got me the past couple of days, so this is much more delayed than I would have liked it to be.

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You pulled the last of your packed moving boxes through the front door of your new residence, nudging the door closed with your foot as to not let anymore of the heat inside escape. You had been moving things in slowly the past week, the first few days unpacking consisted of larger and more important items and as the days passed, the less important items made their way into your new home. You let the heavy box cradled in your arms plop to the floor with a thud and sighed heavily, folding over to catch your breath. You quite literally felt a huge weight drop from your shoulders as you realized you were done moving. And not only was it the last box, but the last of your Christmas shopping.

Speaking of Christmas, you noticed the lack of Christmas decor adorning your new apartment. While the shared quarters still held a sense of home and comfort, the decor, you felt, was not up to par for the season near enough for your liking. You would have to ask your new roommate about it and see if you could put more up. You shrugged your winter attire off and made your way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It would be a long night of wrapping presents and you could use all of the fuel your peppermint mocha had to offer.

As your Keurig sputtered your drink of choice out, you opted to change into comfortable clothes for the evening. When you reentered the kitchen, you grabbed the steaming mug off the machine and blew on the top of the drink, taking a small sip to test the temperature on your tongue.

As you did so, your eyes wandered the walls and found a relatively large calendar hung perfectly straight. You eyed the current date, December 23rd, and the following days, your eyes widening as you abandoned your warm mug on the countertop and made your way closer to the calendar.

Your fingers touched along the block that held 'Christmas Day' and your eyes roamed the calendar adorned in neat script and back to the unfamiliar scrawl that sat atop the block labeled 25.

'LEVI'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!' It read, in messy capital letters with an astronomical amount of exclamation points following the words. A quite ugly and cartoonish drawing of glasses sat underneath the script, the manufactured 'Christmas Day' scribbled out, and you assumed one of his friends had written everything inside the box. A feeling of panic set in. You had to get him something. It was his birthday. Did that explain the lack of Christmas decor? Does he despise Christmas?

At that moment, you heard a set of keys jingle outside and the click of the door unlocking. You quickly stepped away from the calendar and your hands encased your mug once again. You took another sip of the drink as Levi walked in, brushing snow off of his shoulders. You looked away, scrunching your face at the still boiling hot temperature of the mocha, cursing your awkwardness around the new man. His face adorned the same look, but only because of the cold.

His eyes met yours with a curt nod in greeting as he removed his shoes and he began walking towards the counter. He set his keys across the countertop and hung his backpack across the back of one of the high top stools lining the island countertop you currently leaned on.

"Sorry it's so late. I'm glad I didn't wake you up." he said, unzipping the bag and pulling his laptop out. You shook your head.

"I just got back as well! I finally have all of my stuff here now, so no more ruckus!" you responded hastily, opting to sip your drink once more. You hadn't yet engaged in many conversations with the man, only those around your mutual friend who shared your own college major, Isabel, who had suggested you as Levi's new roommate. But she wasn't here anymore to guide your conversation and it felt quite awkward.

"That's good to hear." he responded, fingers working to plug in the laptop's charger into the countertop. Something you hadn't yet noticed about the home, but you were glad it existed and were sure it would prove handy for late nights studying. You wondered if he had also felt awkward around you. That would have to end quickly if so.

You continued sipping at the drink in silence and watched as he worked, typing into the laptop. Maybe it would be a good time to retreat to your bedroom and give him his space to mitigate from work. Or make him a warm drink as well? Maybe try to strike up a conversation and get to know more about him? Or-

"Got any plans for the evening?" he asked, cutting your internal rapid firing line of questioning off. Your eyes met his own when he stopped typing. Your cheeks warmed at the steely grey's examining your expression. You quickly looked into the swirl of your drink.

"You're looking at them. Why? Got something in mind?" you asked, jumping at the opportunity to know more about him, or more specifically, what would be his fancy in terms of a gift or two.

"Hmm. I'm surprised Isabel didn't mention it. We're all going out in town tonight for a few hours." he responded, fingers reaching for his phone, also plugged in, and swiping it open. You were also surprised she hadn't mentioned so, but forgetful was one of her more endearing qualities so you were quite sure it wasn't on purpose.

"She's forgetful. I'm sure she meant to ask you about it though." he responded to himself. "So? Would you like to come?" he asked. His voice monotonous. He continued his work as you pondered the question and the task you would be abandoning for the evening.

You nodded, agreeing to go along, but now you would have to get ready. You'd have to give Isabel a call and see what the unspoken dress code of the evening was. You imagined if it went her way, you'd be quite dressed up for the night, which also meant freezing your ass off.

"I'll go get ready!" you responded. He nodded and turned his full attention back to his computer, finishing what you could assume was work for his graduate program he'd be starting the preceding semester at the university you would now also be a part of. You had met Isabel at a club meeting in your old college. An event all the universities had gone to. You had struck up a conversation with her, and were pleased to find she went to the same school you would soon be transferring to and it was history from there.

You pulled your phone from under your waistband, finding Isabel's contact as you closed the door to your bedroom. You set a coaster out onto your desk and set your drink down. You'd definitely need the fuel now. Or maybe the better idea would be to abandon it for water.

"Heeellllloooo?" a perky voice drew out the greeting. You smiled, shaking your head.

"Did you forget to tell me something?" you asked. A loud gasp rang over the other line and you took the phone off your ear in preparation for the yelling that was about to ensue across the other line.

"I'm so so sorry! I totally meant to tell you when Hange planned it! Shit! Did Levi tell you?" she asked. You nodded, laughing.

"Yes he did. Now onto more important details. What are you wearing? Is this more of a dressy going out or just comfy?" you asked, fingers sliding hangers over as you mulled over what you could wear for the evening in either option. You hated to not fit in with the theme.

"Hange wants us to dress up because it's Levi's birthday on the 25th! SHIT! That's another thing I forgot to mention!" she responded. This was a celebration. You felt guilty at not knowing the new man's birthday sooner. You chuckled despite the nervous thoughts that began to rapid fire your brain again.

"It's alright! FaceTime me so you can help me pick an outfit out!" you told her. You removed the phone from your ear, awaiting the video call and answering as soon as she called.

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Your outfit of choice ended up being much more short and showy than usual; an extremely short velvet cocktail dress and heels that matched the color, much to Isabel's pleasure. You wore your trusty black 'going out' trench coat as it went with everything and kept you as warm as you could be in a short dress.

You finished the minute details of your outfit, leaving your bedroom. You walked into the living room, eyes in search of your new roommate to see if he was ready to go.

He had also changed into something a bit more dressed up; a pair of slacks, dress shoes, a button up shirt, and a blazer. His steely grey's met your own, looking down and up before meeting your own again. You swore your caught the faintest tint of blushing to his cheeks.

"Won't you be cold?" he asked, turning towards the counter, taking ahold of his keys. You shook your head.

"This is my trusty trench coat, either it's never let me down or alcohol warms me up enough." you responded.

"Want me to drive? Or we could walk if you won't be too cold or uncomfortable." he responded. You could only nod before realizing you were given two options in the question.

"Walking is fine." you answered curtly. You made your way to the front door, opening it and stepping into the cold. He followed behind you, his hand meeting your own as he propped the door open. You quickly retracted your hand. Now it was your turn to blush, but at least you could blame it on the cold weather.

You heard the telltale click of the lock on the door and he stepped down the stairs in front of you, turning and offering a hand. You stood still, putting your hand up to take his own in hesitation.

"It would really suck if you fell down the stairs before we got there." he said. You laughed loudly, slapping your hand down into his own and beginning your descent down the stairs. You small talked about your days, his at work and university, despite the off season from the semester, and you about your moving and Christmas plans.

You made it to the first place of the evening, a fine dining restaurant. If this friend group was anything like the one in your hometown, then you'd get dinner first and then get wild at bars and hangout spots the rest of the evening and into early morning.

You weren't quite sure of what anyone looked like outside of Isabel, your eyes scanning the tables for a mop of pink hair, but you couldn't see above anyone even with your heels on, and the restaurant was what you would call 'packed', everyone eager to finish their drinking bouts with heir university friends before returning home to their families.

You looked to Levi, who also struggled to see over the top of patron's heads. His eyes widened lightly and then met your own. He nodded his head a certain direction and you began following him through the throng of people towards your destination, taking ahold of the sleeve of his jacket.

Once making it to the table, Isabel stood, beaming.

"This is the infamous new roommate I've been telling you guys about!" she shouted. You laughed, Levi taking a seat next to Isabel. You opted to take the empty spot next to him at the end of the table.

Isabel sputtered more facts about you to the group before someone cut her speech off, a lean blonde man with bright blue eyes.

"Please, introduce yourself. We at least need a name with the face." he said more politely so than Isabel, who now pouted. You laughed too, proffering your name and a few small details about yourself. Where you came from, what your college major was, although you were sure Isabel had already shared those facts for you in her eagerness to adopt you into the friend group, and more typical introductory details.

The server came around and asked drink orders. You went with your regular drink of choice, something that wouldn't get you drunk after one, but definitely not something to drink on all evening. Everyone else made their orders and you were surprised to find Levi had actually ordered something containing alcohol. Albeit, not much, but it was a start. Isabel had told you he wasn't much of the drinker with he exception of tea and the occasional coffee whilst studying together. Your elbow met his arm and his gaze quickly made its way over to you.

"I thought I heard you weren't much of a drinker?" you chided. He looked down to his hands, which sat clasped together atop the table, then leaned back in his chair, a hand brushing through his hair with a long sigh.

"Hange said if I didn't have some drinks tonight they would cancel the whole thing." he responded, irritation laced in his tone, a stone cold gaze now looking to the perpetrator. You laughed loudly.

"I'm sure that's not true." you responded as your drink was placed into your field of vision. You took a sip right away, savoring the way this restaurant made it. This may be the best variation of the drink you had drank before. You'd have to ask for the recipe they used if they'd give it to you.

As you sipped at your drink, you side eyed Levi, who hesitantly took a sip of his own. His nose scrunched and he stirred into the drink more with the cocktail straws, taking another sip, seemingly satisfied with how it tasted now. You engaged in idle chatter with the group, only ordering appetizers and splitting them all amongst yourselves evenly. You insisted you boot Levi's portion of the bill, but Erwin met that proposition with a strong and resounding 'No'.

After two drinks you began feeling warm for the evening, ready to shed your coat at the next location the night took you too. You only followed his friends, not sure what they had in mind. You were sure they had regular locations they frequented and such.

You walked behind the group next to Levi, noticing the silence between the two of you was much more comfortable than earlier in the evening at your shared home. You found yourself enjoying his company more and more so.

Isabel suddenly came up behind you, tossing an arm over your shoulders and the other over Levi's. You stumbled, laughing. As you regained your footing, you caught the heavy glare Levi pointed her direction.

"Can't yell at me tonight bro!" she shouted, laughing loudly. You laughed along, wondering how their dynamic would usually be in your absence. It seemed her lifelong dream may have been to get on every last nerve roaming through his body you thought, maybe even Hange too. You were almost certain they planned antics to annoy him together.

The group made their way inside the next location and the first thing you did was shed the stuffy coat, draping it across your arm. Christmas music boomed loudly across the speakers as it intertwined with the bar's usual playlist.

You followed the group as they made their way through groups of dancing people to a table tucked in the back corner of the bar. You sat your coat atop a chair, scheming how you would pay for all of Levi's drinks for the remainder of the evening.

"What would everyone like? I'll go grab it!" you asked the group as they attempted to make themselves comfortable atop the booth behind the table. You opened a note in your phone and began writing them down.

"I'll come with you. You can't carry it all." Levi announced, standing. You noticed his blazer now shed off as well, another button undone on his dress shirt. It was now your turn to eye him, down and up. When your eyes returned to his face, his eyes met your own with what you could swear was the faintest hint of a knowing smile.

You walked to the bar, grabbing ahold of his shirt sleeve once more as you followed. You squeezed between two people's shoulders and leaned against the bar to wait your turn for a server. You turned your head over both shoulders to find Levi, his hand perched to your left side on the bar and right on his hip. You felt safely encaged, like no one could hurt you. While he didn't stand much taller than yourself, he definitely held an intimidating aura, something you couldn't say was a quality of your own.

You quickly looked back to the bartender as they were ready for your order and leaned further, allowing them to see your phone's notepad as you explained your new friend's drink orders. She nodded, stalking off to quickly make the requested list and move to the next.

Once she returned, you began handing Levi drinks and carried four on your own, which you were quite impressed with. Maybe your old serving job was useful in some aspects. You carefully walked back to the table as to not cause a mess or drop anything.

"Alright. Here's Furlan's, Isabel's, Hange's, and Levi's." you recited, handing the drinks to each respective person and setting Levi's in front of the seat that held his jacket. You turned to grab the remaining drinks out of his hands, smiling as your eyes met his own. He wasn't one to smile nor show emotion much, always stoic, you noticed. You turned back and set your own drink next to the seat you had discarded your jacket in and also next to Levi's.

"And finally mine, Erwin's, Moblit's, and Miche's." you finished. You clapped your hands together and made your way to your seat after Levi made his way in.

After loud idle chatter about anything and everything, Isabel and Hange insisted that you come to the dance floor with them, and despite your considerable amount of protesting, you ended up in major defeat as both of them grabbed ahold of each of your arms, dragging you out of your chair.

You laughed as you danced with them in a circle, each of you holding one of the other two's hands, skipping around. Some of the classic club songs blared through the speakers and your last drink began creeping into your bloodstream. You laughed harder at the heinous dancing Hange managed to pull off, curled over with your eyes closed, laughing the hardest you think you ever had.

You felt a finger tap your shoulder and you straightened your posture, eyes meeting the perpetrator. Isabel leaned close to your ear, telling you the group wanted to take shots and you should head to the table. You nodded and followed behind her and Hange, all holding hands so you wouldn't lose each other in the now packed and large crowd.

You placed your hands atop the edge of the table as you reached it to steady your balance, laughing as you thought of a silly dance Hange had done on the dance floor, your gaze meeting Levi's. Despite his lack of emotion, he didn't seem to be having a bad time. He seemed the type to enjoy the company of his friends and be hellbent on not showing it.

Shot glasses full of bright red liquid were dispersed and you attempted to ask what it was. The overall consensus was that it was a Christmas themed drink. You shrugged and downed the shot after Hange's loud and enthusiastic countdown.

You returned to the dance floor, more of the group joining along, with the exception of Erwin and Levi, who remained chatting away at the table. You couldn't help it, but you found yourself gazing his way the entire evening. You wished he was the dancing type.

After another shot later in the evening, you all had decided to filter outside in search of your next location. You had also succeeded in paying for all of Levi's drinks, much to Erwin's dismay, who insisted paying the entire bill every place you went to.

You opted to not put your coat back on, allowing the cold weather to sober you. You couldn't help but smile as you watched the group. You hoped to become a permanent part of it.

You felt a nudge to your shoulder and looked towards Levi, his hands in his pockets as he walked. Your cheeks were warm and your smile grew wider as he encased his hands over your shoulders, rubbing lightly. You were a bit cold. Maybe he could tell? You had surrendered your coat to Isabel, who had forgotten her own at home.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked. You nodded eagerly.

"I should be asking you that question." you responded, nudging him back. He shook his head and you all opted for the last location of the evening to be a small coffee shop cafe, something they apparently did routinely after going out for the night. You never did get to finish your peppermint mocha earlier in the evening.

You walked up to the shop, ordering another of the aforementioned drink. Levi had opted for tea, and everyone else some variation of a hot chocolate or coffee. You filtered out of the door, allowing more patrons to filter in before hearing a screech and howling laughter that could only belong to one person behind you.

Your eyes turned to Hange, who pointed a finger curtly above your head, still laughing. Your eyes widened as they met the bundle of leaves and small white fruit hanging above you. Your eyes met the pair of also widened steely greys in front of you.

"You have to! It's bad luck if you don't!" Isabel shouted. Erwin and Moblit could only shake their heads at the antics of the two troublemakers, who doubled over howling with laughter.

What do you do? You don't want to reject Levi. Nor do you want bad luck during the incoming year. If anything, you currently wanted him to kiss you. You shrugged your shoulders and his eyes scanned your features, down to your lips and back to your own gaze. You wet your lips with your tongue unconsciously, stepping closer to your roommate.

And as if by chance, the cheesy Christmas music playing the entire evening filtered through the cafe doors as they opened. The line in the music gave you a sense of (false?) confidence, a sense of this being fated to happen in your tipsy state.

'So kiss me on this cold December night.'

You lightly placed your hands over his arms and his own met your shoulders hesitantly, circling his thumbs over them once more. His eyes scanned over your face once again, as if asking permission. You nodded, closing your eyes, and soon after felt a pair of warm plush lips capture your own. And like a ghost, they were there one second and gone the next.

You forgot about the group behind you, your eyes opening and meeting the pair in front of you. Your smile beamed once more, the group behind you hooping and hollering at the two of you. He really smiled for the first time that evening.

As you made your way home, the hands that were once shoved into his pockets now held a warm drink and your own warm hand in comfortable silence.

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You awoke to the smell of coffee wafting through the apartment. Christmas Eve, the day to wrap all of the presents you had meant to wrap the evening prior, a task that needed to be done before you left for your family's home.

You stretched yourself awake, abandoning your bed to make yourself not look such a mess before making your way into your shared living quarters. You eyed your phone, the time still quite early.

"Good morning Levi." you said, pouring yourself a cup of the still hot coffee. He muttered a good morning back to you, typing across the keyboard on his laptop once more.

"Got any plans for the day?" you asked him, elbows leaning atop the counter he currently sat on the other side of. His eyes met yours as he shook his head.

"You're looking at them." he responded, and you remembered your similar conversation the evening prior. Did he have no family to go home to? On his birthday? Maybe they lived close and he'd go the next day.

"How about you?" he asked, eyes still scanning the laptop screen. You shrugged.

"Wrapping presents and driving to my family's house. I haven't seen them in a while. I'm pretty excited." you spouted, rambling on about your family to him. You noticed halfway through he had stopped typing and removed his glasses, fully intent to listen to your words.

"What's your family like Levi?" you asked. Any more hints to get an idea as to what you could get him for his birthday tomorrow may come from information on his family.

"I don't have one." he responded. Your eyes widened, taken aback.

"What do you mean?" you asked in thought. Before he could respond you realized the insensitivity of the question. "Never mind you don't have to answer. I'm prying." you answered yourself.

"It's alright. I don't mind telling you. My mom died when I was young and I don't really know my dad." he said quietly with a small shrug of his shoulders. You nodded, your eyes widening as an idea sprung to mind. His face contorted to one of confusion at your sudden beaming smile.

"Come with me to my family's! We'll be back the day after Christmas!" you shouted, your hands slapping over the top of his across the countertop after abandoning your coffee for the second time in as many days.

"It'll be so much fun I promise. they're a little crazy at times, but I don't think it's fair to spend your birthday alone Levi." you continued, almost pleading. His gaze looked to the ceiling in thought before meeting your own once more.

"Okay. Yeah. I'll do it." he responded. You squealed in happiness, quickly sputtering that you had to call your mom before grabbing your coffee and prancing off to your room, closing the door shut.

You found your mom's contact, calling her to let her know the situation. You knew how your parents were, there with open arms to anyone who needed it. And they'd be damned if they also didn't have something there for Levi as well. You had a small pull out couch in your childhood room you could sleep on, opting to let him take the bed as it was larger.

You eagerly spouted a plan to your mother, different gifts for him you thought he would like so she could purchase them. She was just as excited as you it seemed. She always loved when you brought friends home. She loved your big heart even more, which was the main reason she indulged in the company of your friends.

You wrapped your family's presents quickly afterwards, eager to drive to your parent's house in Levi's company. Once you finished wrapping everything or stuffing it into respective gift bags, you stuffed changes of clothes into your suitcase along with your laptop and other items you may need during your visit.

You re-entered the living room at eleven, Levi also packing up his needed items, a suitcase sat next to the door and you set your own next to his. You filtered in and out of your room, stacking the presents next to your cargo. Once you were certain you had everything, you quickly made a to go coffee in a thermos before grabbing your keys, warming your car up as you packed everything into it.

You talked back and forth on the way about school and the friend group you had been assured you were now a part of. You had received more than enough details about Levi to get him gifts of your own after the drive, allowing your mother to steal the ideas you had learned of him the night prior.

You and your mother decided together she could buy the Christmas gifts, and you the birthday gifts.

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You made a quick pitstop at the strip mall down the street from your parents that you frequented as a teen. Levi walked into the store behind you, and you made the excuse that you needed to pick up one more present for your mother, Levi didn't fail to mention the large load of presents you had already packed into your car.

He scanned over a rack of clothing and you used that as your chance to hastily escape, picking up a few gifts your mother had told you she hadn't gotten yet over text.

When you were satisfied with your selection, you made your way to the front to pay and found Levi quite easily in the shop, letting him know you were finished.

You ran back to the heat of your car, the remaining five minutes of your drive felt so long.

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As you pulled into the driveway, you beeped the horn of your car lightly to let your family know you had arrived. You parked and exited the car as your parents and four year old younger brother stepped onto your porch. You little brother beelined it for you and you laughed, kneeling down to his level. He jumped into your arms and shouted your name. You spun him around and hugged him tightly, balancing him atop your hip bone with one arm, leaning in to hug your father.

Your mother made her way to Levi, letting him know how happy she was he could join you to see your family and that he was always welcome. Typical motherly things you always appreciated about her. You watch as she gave him a hug and smiled, a soft smile making it's way across his lips as he conversed with her.

Your father helped you unpack your car, grabbing your suitcases and setting them down. He handed a present to your brother, ensuring him the sole responsibility to make sure it got under the tree safely, allowing him to help in bringing yours and Levi's belongings inside. Your brother nodded eagerly, excited to help. Your mother and father grabbed the rest of what you had in the car and you wheeled your suitcase inside.

It smelled of cookies and coffee inside. Your eyes met the Christmas decor littered across the house. A kids Christmas movie played at low volume on the TV for your younger brother and you grabbed Levi's arm, who had also been admiring the decor, and dragged him to the room you'd both be staying in, your childhood room.

Your mother had already prepared your room to accommodate the both of you and you emptied a few of the drawers in your dresser for Levi. You both unpacked your things and you abandoned the suitcases in your closet.

He sat atop the bed once he was finished and eyed the boyband and more embarrassing aspects of decor littered across your room. You plopped down next to him.

"Seems you were quite the fangirl." he observed. Your cheeks heated and you nudged his arm, muttering something about all kids having a fixation when they were young.

Once done in your room, he followed you to your living room down the stairs and you made your way to the tree, helping your mother sort the rest of the gifts. She went all out every year without fail, and your eyes scanned the group of gifts that listed Levi's name.

You turned to your mother and threw your arms over her shoulders, whispering a thank you to her. She nodded, spouting he was happy to do it all.

Levi made himself comfortable on the couch next to your father, who asked if he would like a beer, the TV channel changed to some sports game that was happening. He nodded, not wanting to turn your father down. You made your way to your younger brother, who busied himself with a halfway built puzzle.

You sat next to him, pulling a cushion off the lounge chair behind you to sit on. Levi eyed you as he sipped his beer, your mother bringing you a drink as well. Homemade spiked cider had become your favorite to drink on when you came home and she made it perfectly every year without fail.

You had talked to your mother about hiding a couple of your share of Levi's gifts for the next day, opting to actually open gifts for Christmas that evening so you could celebrate Levi's birthday to the fullest the next day.

After helping with the puzzle, you stood, plopping onto the couch next to Levi, watching the game with him. His knee shook up and down as he sipped the beer idly, and you set a hand atop his own, wrapping your fingers over it. His knee stopped bouncing and his gaze met yours.

"Don't be nervous. Trust me. There's nothing you could do wrong around my family. They already love you." you assured him in a whisper. He nodded, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry. Fathers make me nervous." he said. You shook his knee side to side, and his hand wrapped tighter around your own, both of your gazes turning back to the game on the TV.

After dinner that evening, gift opening commenced. You found your seat next to Levi once more, your cup of cider hot and full once more, Levi now drinking on the same thing, and watched your brother carefully open his gifts. He was calm for a four year old, not too energetic, something you appreciated about him. Your parents instilled his manners at an early age as they had done with you.

Then it was your turn. You set your cup down, carefully opening the assortment of gifts your family had gotten for you. Some new jewelry you had eyes for right after Christmas the prior year, some little plushes you adored that your brother insisted you had to have when he saw them in the store, nice stationary for school, some in trend clothing, and a skincare brand you always used.

Your mother and father opened their gifts from you, your father's a nice watch, and your mother's a necklace that had your brother's and your birthstone's embedded into it. She instantly had your father put it around her neck and she insisted she would wear the necklace to her grave.

Then it came to Levi's, whose eyes widened at the fact you had gotten him anything at all. You leaned your shoulder to his own and his gaze met yours, hands hesitantly reaching for the wrapped boxes your father handed to him.

He opened them with surprise. You had dug through the kitchen cabinets in his absence to find his favorite teas and maybe those that were of a higher price point to get him more, a nice watch as well, and nice stationary for him too as you mentioned to your parents he attended the same university.

His eyes met your own, still wide, then your parents, smiles across their faces.

"You didn't have to do all this for me." was all he could mutter out. You shook your head.

"Of course we did! Quit being humble honey! Besides, there's more where that came from for tomorrow." your mom said, walking over to embrace him once more, then your father, and finally you. Your little brother wanted in on the action, jumping over the two of you, wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around Levi's, a group hug commencing. He had already become part of the family, much like he had adopted you into his friend group.

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The next morning, Levi's birthday, you awoke especially early, trying not to stir him from sleep as you exited your room to help your mother decorate the house for Levi's birthday. Before exiting the door, with a soft smile, you whispered a quiet happy birthday, leaving and closing the door quietly.

You had a lot of work to do, your mother already started a pot of coffee, a cup sitting on the counter for you already. You worked quietly to adorn the house in birthday decor, your mother had made a cake already and it cooled outside so you could decorate it.

You blew up balloons, careful to not let them pop. Your brother eventually awoke, helping you blow up the balloons as your mother taped the tops to the ceiling and you worked to wrap and curl ribbon around the bottoms.

Your father then awoke, grabbing the hidden gifts and placing them on your living room table. You made a cup of the tea you had gotten Levi as you were sure he would wake up soon. You changed into your chosen outfit of the day and got ready in your mother and father's room.

Levi appeared five minutes after, and you handed him the tea you had made.

"Surprise!" you shouted. He was taken aback once more, eyeing the littering of birthday decor that now sat covering the Christmas decor.

"You're insane. You really didn't have to do all of this." he said, eyes following along the decor you meticulously placed around for the better part of the morning. You received a side hug from him and something about the whole situation just felt homey and domestic. You wanted to lock it up and keep it forever.

You all worked together to prepare breakfast, your father playing a Christmas parade on the TV that your brother watched intently, already slowly eating on the first pancake that left the pan, his eyes glued to the television.

You all sat around the living room as you ate breakfast, your mother and father drilling Levi with questions about university and his graduate program. Oh no. It sounded like the boyfriend talk was upon you.

You eyed your mother mouthing a heavy 'NO' to her, smiling as your father continued rambling on. She nodded, nudging your father, who seemed to understand. You smiled, shaking your head, as they changed the subject from the impending talk.

You comfortably leaned against Levi, your father bringing the last gift to Levi out. You were most excited for this one. You had drilled Erwin fro information the night you went out together when Levi was away from your table. You sent quite a nice amount of money to your mother to have the jewelry shop expedite your order the previous morning, the main reason you had stopped by the strip mall.

"I hadn't planned on giving this to you till after Christmas, because I didn't know your plans, but here it is." you said, watching as he opened it. It was a ring, gold to match the watch your father had gotten him, with his birthstone set in the center, a script across the band you had gotten out of Erwin, a quote Levi had found in a book that he very much so enjoyed.

'Dedicate your heart." it read across the band

"How do you know about this?" Levi asked, sliding the ring onto his finger.

"Let's just say that I'm pretty amazing at grilling your friends for all of your information without you hearing about it." you responded. His eyes met yours and you smiled, your cheeks warming. You could blame it on the cider your mother made again, but you didn't think you would this time.

The look in his eyes matched that of the evening before Christmas Eve when you had gone out together, and you readied yourself to kiss him. You pulled him by the front of his sweater and captured his lips with your own.

Maybe the boyfriend talk wouldn’t be so bad if it was Levi you were with.

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A/N: I definitely had a different vision for how this would go but I wrote it in two days in my free time and kind of hate it lol. Just straight cute fluff!! Please let me know what you think!

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turtlesocksv2 · 4 months

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Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever Ep 6

we return to your regularly scheduled "what the fuck is wrong with these people"

You know I don't think i've mentioned it but the opening credits are so good. such vibes.

lol pyramid crime scheme. If you recruit more people, you'll get a cut from their profits! just go sell fucking sweatpants or essential oils.

oh LMAO is Por a fucking nepobaby Influencer. and his audience is NOT here for it i am dying. "can we pirate it?" "looks like a waste of time" "what the fuck is this plot?" i love it. Top trying to ride Por's coattails and is obnoxious as usual. no one wants you to talk more, dude.

I mean, Por's dad is wrong for trying to hit him but he spoke no lies. Be better, Por! You can't live your Paris Hilton nepobaby dreams without actually hustling.

Tee is absolutely skimming money from Non's cut.

lol i see you, Jin, watching Kinnporsche at school.

Calling ❤️ who once again does not answer the phone. I wonder if they're in a different timezone (like New studying abroad maybe) because they never answer when Non calls and it's always at night. Hmmm. But Oof, that transition from calling ❤️ to the poster for Hot Teacher's tutoring does make me Suspicious.

I do not trust Hot Teacher's intentions!

Oh Non, no. please don't steal money from the mafia. Jin's the only one who's actually suspicious of Non having that money, once again proving that Jin is Too Good for this friend group. why the fuck are you friends with these assholes, Jin?

These fucking idiots never thought about actually editing the movie. oh my god. poor Non doesn't know how to edit! good on Jin for helping. Anyway, Jin is very much into Non. sir what is with that soft look over the editing laptop!

Uh Oh the walls are closing in and the pyramid scheme is gonna fall apart. Oops. Top and Tee are the worst, though. lol "I didn't get there in time so i didn't open the account" with that stupid look on his stupid face. fucking Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here.

lol this intimidation beatdown. Tee, you wish you had the style and flair of a Theerapanyakul.

Oh Non. Please throw Tee under the bus. He deserves it. ACAB but at least these cops aren't stupid enough to buy the "It's just me". what kind of high schooler can set up that kind of scheme? Nahhhh.

LMAO Por's Mom is ready to fucking Fight Non's Mom and Non's Mom trying to go for the slap surrounded by cops....I respect both of these ladies for it.

dude, i get that you're not thinking clearly and all by why would you try to kill yourself by dry swallowing pills. of course you're just going to choke if you try to dry swallow a handful of pills all at once.

PHI!!!!

wow ok the preview for next week is wild. PHI!!!!! 😍Hot Teacher! 😡

#dead friend forever #dff the series #dff episode 6

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bastardtrait · 7 months

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great big get 2 know me post

i promise everyone that has tagged me in things that i did not ignore them! thanks for tagging me friends <3 love u all and if anyone sees this and wants to do it, please, use this post an excuse

5 songs i actually listen to - tagged by @airbussy-a330!

when you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool people

アイド/ルIdol - YOASOBI

Do not touch - MISAMO

小幸运/A little happiness - Hebe Tien

死ぬのがいいわ/Alright with dying - Fujii Kaze

Replay - Iyaz (I know it's a meme but it's also a banger ok)

people you'd like to get to know better - tagged bt @thegloomiestwhim and @beebeesiims!

last song: Do not touch - MISAMO

favourite colour: yellow, as it's been for the last couple years!

currently watching: Demon Slayer but idk if I'll keep going lol...

last movie: Scooby Doo on Zombie Island LOL

currently reading: The Colour Purple by Alice Walker

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury

last thing I googled: the business hours of a restaurant nearby

current obsession: nothing, I think

currently working on: editing Nova gen 6 and playing gen 7

feelings tag, sims edition - I am borrowing this from @akitasimblr bc it was just so interesting to think about.

"The boss of EA is in front of you asking for one statement about The Sims before he goes away and makes TS5. What do you say to him?"

was Journey to Batuu worth it you motherfucker?

"Do your Sims know you as their Sim God or are you the invisible deity to them?"

I mean I occasionally break the 4th wall and sometimes my sims seem to be aware that they are sims. but if I'm being serious about it then I'm really just an impartial camera in their lives. a detached third party. like even what I write for the Lucky stories are determined by dice rolls and not me lol so. I don't think of myself as a deity.

"How do you see yourself connected to your Sims? Do those of you who say you love them, really mean this? How deep is your game?"

well, seeing as I'm still playing these games and I'm still largely enjoying them, yeah I'm pretty connected to them. although if TS5 really is live service or whatever then I'm really not going to play it lol.

I think of some sims I've had, some of their stories and their lives, and yeah I get a lil bit emo. the same goes for my friends' sims! I miss them too. as for depth...I mean I dunno it's probably not all that deep for me. I think the sims is just a toy. I don't necessarily want too much of real life to seep into it bc real life sucks ass.

"What’s your Sims Secret? Is there something going on in your game that none of your screenshots will ever tell us? WHO IS LOCKED IN YOUR BASEMENT? What are those secret Sims doing behind closed doors?"

girl I post my sims fucking, there is nothing secret going on there lmfao. sometimes I revert to my TS1 days and pick sims that piss me off and put them in Hazardous Situations. I'm looking at you knox greenburg.

"Can we learn anything from our Sims to take away for our real lives? And/or can you give us an example of how The Sims has influenced you outside of gaming?"

this is MILDLY ironic but also kinda not: you know how in TS4 sims' moods change on the flip of a dime and they go through it multiple times a day? even bad moodlets have an end to them, and at the end of it your sim is just ... Fine. it'll be alright.

#naldo.txt

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thelaundrybitch · 11 months

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🍆🌽 and 🍟 for Mr. Jehannet and Basillo who have plagued my bed mind for WEEKS

Love you and your ocs babes <3

-your tagging buddy

OMG this is hella long, I'm so sorry 😅

💛Jehannet💛

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

This boy LOVES affection. All kinds. He's been 'missing' for almost 20 years and was living a life of solitude since he was 17. So he's a bit touch-starved.

But now? He craves physical touch. Sit in his lap, let him nuzzle your hair. He likes to get his nose real close to your neck and just breathe you in.

His hands will always remain respectful since you're his bff (for now, wink wink) but boyfriend needs his cuddles.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

He craves it. He needs it. And he needs the emotional connection in order to give and receive physical affection. For him it goes hand in hand.

His favorite act of affection is actually laughter - so I guess that would fall under emotional. If he can make you laugh, he's on top of the world. If you can make him laugh? Oh honey, you'll have his heart forever.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

J has absolutely no shame. There's no such thing as guilty for him. He'll readily admit to all of his interesting likes.

But if you're really looking for one, he'll tell you that he had Leo replicate your lotion, so he could use it after his showers because you smell so pretty. He's sick of smelling dudes all day.

What he won't tell you is that he uses you as his love interest when writing his stories. He likes to romance the shit out of you in his stories. And first kiss scenarios with you are his kryptonite.

Basilio

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Listen. This man is a bit of a hard ass. It's gonna take a small miracle to get him to be affectionate. But once you do, he's going to treat you like royalty, and protect you at all costs. Safety is his love language.

But man does enjoy some physical affection. He just won't initiate it.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

He secretly loves affection. It's a bit weird for him at first though because he's gone so long without affection with a connection... If you know what I mean.

His favorite form of affection is actually quality time, so again emotional. He enjoys engaging in activities you both enjoy. He's a ceramist and has a shop out in the back of his cottage. He loves to bring you out there and help you build figurines and pottery, sit and paint them with you, and then fire the items up in the kiln.

Also, please know that Basilio is a trained assassin. He was built to be an absolute weapon. You need to have a really strong bond and deep connection in order to receive true affection from him.

But he's not above one night stands or acquaintances with benefits.

And while he may appear like a stone cold killer 24/7, the man actually has a heart of gold and is dying for someone to break down that wall. He's a romantic at heart.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

"Assassins don't have guilty pleasures."

But also, he's a fucking liar.

He secretly reads and edits all of J's stories and fanfics.

And loves every second of it.

That means he also knows about J's secret little crush on you thanks to J always having the same love interest in his stories LOL

Thanks for the ask!!! That was a lot of fun!

Feel free to ask more 😘💖

#thelaundrybitch #oc ask game #oc Jehannet #oc Basilio #tmnt oc j #tmnt oc jehannet #tmnt oc basilio #tmnt oc bayz #tmnt aged up #scholastic dragon #my tag pal <3

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misoshio · 1 year

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Skip to Loafer Anime Episode 1, Part 1 - Thoughts and more thoughts? (Part 2/3)

Here is Part 1 of my Part 1 LOL

NOTE: these posts do contain manga spoilers/ spoilers to episode 1 of the anime

6. Nao's Introduction

When I was looking at my side by side comparison with the anime to the manga, I was REALLY surprised to see that THIS was a difference. Where in the anime, Mitsumi says something along the lines of “Nao is my dad’s sibling”, I was really surprised that the manga translation introduces Nao as Mistumi’s dad’s younger “brother.” I’m really glad for this change, because character-wise it just makes SOOOOO much more sense that Mitsumi would use a gender-neutral term in her perspective that introduces Nao to all of us.

When I was looking at two translations that are up on mangadex, I noticed that one had brother italicized, while the other doesn’t HM. Not too sure which one is the official one, but the italicized brother does give a different meaning than the one that isn't!

I’m really curious as to what the original Japanese translates to in the intro of Nao, and would love a confirmation as to what the official english release translation of it was if anyone can send me any info in regards to that!

Edit as of: Fri, April 7, 2023~

The lovely Millie on discord has let me know that the official english release translation is true to Nao's identity! Millie has also provided me with a photo - thank you Millie :))) So that's awesome for me to see that Nao's intro really isn't a change from the manga to the anime.

I'm still curious as to what the Japanese official manga translation is/ what the dialogue actually translate to in the anime, cause I think that'd give me far more context as to how the intro of Nao is adapted in the anime being introduced as "Nao is my dad's sibling", so if anyone has any info on that, I'm all ears and would love to know :)

Edit as of Friday, May 12th, 2023

The wonderful @li-changge has kindly explained the original Japanese translation. Please refer to the replies in this post :)))

7. Cute and cuter! Animals are the best.

I just thought it was so cute how we can see more of Mistumi’s lock screen in the anime! Honestly, I completely missed this when reading the manga

8. More Cherry Blossoms - they're falling for me, and I'm falling for them even more than I already am!

More cherry blossom action, but what’s cool is in the anime, we actually see it in action - LOL I love seeing anime doing its anime thing, but that's too bad in my screenshot.. you don't see any of the anime thing, so this is your sign to watch the episode again

9. Huh? She's stuck to it.

I love how we get to hear the little “huh?” that Shima does! In the manga, it seems more so that Shima notices Mitsumi, with no spoken reaction!

Also, in this sequence of “girl stuck on the wall” we literally see a crowd part before we see MItsumi which i think only adds to the humour of this moment. Also, hearing the characters say these lines and how the voice actors have delivered them so freakin' well only makes the dialogue of Shima and Mukai even funnier HAHA

10. Sound Rolling, Camera Speeding, Me Laughing

These moments were SO great to me on all senses - sound, visuals, my stomach muscles moving so I could ha ha ha

First of all, whatever gurgling sound mitsumi is doing in this moment made me topple over LOL

and then the moment of reveal when mitsumi looks at shima for the first time with the sound effects? Also, the anime throughout has SUCH a great use of realism and when to really exaggerate the dramatics which only makes things all the more funnier - and this moment before mitsumi turns, then having that bg music hit and the visual background turn dark, and then close up of that eye is one example of this anime’s great use of realism vs. heightened realism for effect

11. This Mitsumi Face

We get to see more of droopy mitsumi face in the anime and i’m here for it! This chibi-guilty face rocks my world and i’m very happy we get to see it, as it’s not really clear in the manga

12. A little mix and match

This next moment, the anime and manga actually swapped/combined together some visuals from different moments and put them in one and the way they used it imo is really cool!

In the manga, mitsumi has this post-train ride reflection moment. For the first time, it happens right before she meets shima

and the anime plays each sequence out in its own scene.

Then later, after they got off the train and shima asks mitsumi if she wants to run to school, mitsumi’s has her post-train ride reflection a second time. In the manga, it looks like this:

but in the anime, we just stay on her face

i think what’s cool with this choice of using the different vignette scenes only during the very first post-train ride relfection - the being lost, being in the wave of people, etc. is that with the funny bg music, the added visuals only make it more funny.

Then by having her second reflection only focused on her face with no background music at all, really makes us feel like she’s reflecting on what happened in a different way, with more seriousness, and more gravity, and we can feel that through the simplicity of just looking at her, no sounds aside for her inner thoughts

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I posted 6,125 times in 2022

That's 662 more posts than 2021!

1,173 posts created (19%)

4,952 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@agentrouka-blog

@esther-dot

@aegor-bamfsteel

@catelynhightower

@ladyqueenofwinter

I tagged 1,977 of my posts in 2022

#stumpy ask - 890 posts

#anon - 711 posts

#operation stumpy re-read - 248 posts

#asos - 82 posts

#affc - 46 posts

#adwd - 40 posts

#jonsa - 34 posts

#please-dot - 31 posts

#lol - 29 posts

#sansa stark - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#i was wondering if the whole uncle killing a nephew thing might also be pointing to daenerys and her nephews

My Top Posts in 2022:

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Daenerys IV (Chapter 48)

First and foremost, let me credit @shieldofrohan and @agentrouka-blog for helping guiding me through this. A lot of what you'll read are their ideas, and I would have been hopelessly lost without them.

@shieldofrohan is planning her own chapter analysis, and I'll be sure to include it here when it's finished, because I guarantee it will far exceed my own effort. Edit: It's here, and it's fabulous. Bravo!

Second, let me point you all towards @ladyqueenofwinter's two brilliants posts on the chapter transition preceding this one: here & here. Looking forward to her thoughts on the actual chapter, which I'll include when it's finished. Edit: Delivered! And worth the wait. :)

Alright, here we go.

ACOK: Daenerys IV (Chapter 48)

Long and low, without towers or windows, it coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees whose inky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening.

Hey look! Black bark, blue leaves -> the inverse of a weirwood tree. Not to mention that shade of the evening sounds a lot like weirwood paste to me.

What does it mean? Shit, I don't know, but I definitely wouldn't want to be Bran Stark's foil.

+.+.+

"When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your right. Each time, the door to your right. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your right."

(...)

Dany raised the glass to her lips. The first sip tasted like ink and spoiled meat, foul, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother's milk and Drogo's seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold.

(...)

When they reached the door—a tall oval mouth, set in a wall fashioned in the likeness of a human face—the smallest dwarf Dany had ever seen was waiting on the threshold.

(...)

She found herself in a stone anteroom with four doors, one on each wall. With never a hesitation, she went to the door on her right and stepped through. The second room was a twin to the first. Again she turned to the right-hand door. When she pushed it open she faced yet another small antechamber with four doors.

(...)

The fourth room was oval rather than square and walled in worm-eaten wood in place of stone. Six passages led out from it in place of four. Dany chose the rightmost, and entered a long, dim, high-ceilinged hall.

(...)

The mold-eaten carpet under her feet had once been gorgeously colored, and whorls of gold could still be seen in the fabric, glinting broken amidst the faded grey and mottled green. What remained served to muffle her footfalls, but that was not all to the good. Dany could hear sounds within the walls, a faint scurrying and scrabbling that made her think of rats.

(...)

The long hall went on and on and on, with endless doors to her left and only torches to her right. She ran past more doors than she could count, closed doors and open ones, doors of wood and doors of iron, carved doors and plain ones, doors with pulls and doors with locks and doors with knockers.

(...)

Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look. Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen.

(...)

Could there be a secret door, a door I cannot see? Another torch went out. Another. The first door on the right, he said, always the first door on the right. The first door on the right . . .

It came to her suddenly. . . . is the last door on the left!

She flung herself through. Beyond was another small room with four doors. To the right she went, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, until she was dizzy and out of breath once more.

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Ned, the man Who can't play the game, didn't trust LF at all. It took his beloved wife vouching for him to make Ned trust him.

Tyrion knows that LF framed him for Bran's attempted murder. He knows he is bankrupting the crown. Yet he sends him as an envoy to the Tyrells.

And they call him a smart man and good player of the game.

Sorry but no. Ned is better than Tyrion at the game.

Nothing you read below is exaggerated.

Ned doesn't trust Varys. Keeps his distance.

Tyrion doesn't trust Varys. Ignores that instinct, and puts entirely too much faith in him anyway.

Varys implicates Littlefinger in the murder of Jon Arryn. Ned's too slow to connect the dots.

Varys implicates Littlefinger in the murder of Ned Stark. Tyrion's too slow to connect the dots. Believes he's being complimented.

Ned believes Cersei and/or Jaime killed Jon Arryn. Wrong, but reasonable conclusion.

Tyrion believes Pycelle killed Jon Arryn. Wrong, dumbass.

At first, Ned can't see Cersei and Jaime are screwing. Manages to figure it out on his own.

At first, Tyrion can't see Cersei and Lancel are screwing. Needs to be told.

Ned sends away the Stark household guard at a time when he's extremely vulnerable.

Tyrion sends away the Lannister household guard in the middle of a war.

n/a

Must be included, because funny: Tyrion pays a sex worker to be his girlfriend. Despite ample evidence, he can't see he's nothing more than a client to her.

Ned sends Littlefinger to negotiate with the City Watch. Yikes.

Tyrion send Littlefinger to negotiate with the Tyrells. How stupid are you?

Varys warns Ned there’s a plot to kill Robert. He takes no action. Robert is murdered.

On several occasions Varys warns Tyrion that Joffrey could be killed. He takes no action. Joffrey is murdered. Tyrion will be the accused.

Ned doesn't like Littlefinger, begrudgingly accepts his help, because he doesn't know any better.

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This is so funny.

She could feel her heart pounding. There was snow in her hair and her right shoe was missing. It must have fallen. She shuddered, and hugged the pillar tighter. - Sansa VII, ASOS

Irri slid the slippers onto Dany's feet. They were gilded leather, decorated with green freshwater pearls. Does the butcher king believe a pair of pretty slippers will win my hand? "King Cleon is most generous. You may thank him for his lovely gift." Lovely, but made for a child. Dany had small feet, yet the pointed slippers mashed her toes together. - Daenerys I, ADWD

👏 @agentrouka-blog

142 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

Public Service Announcement

We have arrived at Daenerys IV, ACOK (Chapter 48), otherwise known as the House of the Undying chapter.

I regret to inform you, the likelihood of me posting the chapter summary on time is low. This might take several days.

I’ll do my best fam, but please, let’s keep expectations low. Lol

154 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything.

- Sansa Antis

Haha.

Meanwhile, she's barely a warg, is the least connected to magic, has zero ability to fight or physically defend herself, has no survival skills in a natural environment, and she won't play the central role in stopping Daenerys or the Others (she gets the political Big Boss instead).

And you know what? Nobody cares. Nobody is trying to make Sansa Stark into something she's not.

170 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

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#not the undying dominating my 2022 😭#cursed chapter #let me live

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Duality of Light // Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two (teaser? ish?)

I'd been so bogged down with work, research, and presentations this summer, and the semester is starting up again in the next few weeks? And two days ago a huge project was dumped on me for my research? After trying so hard to get this next chapter done? Aggghhh. I love what I'm doing, but I have no time for writing fanfic 😞

Because I feel bad that I haven't been able to put out a chapter for this fic on Ao3 for so long, I'm gonna share another snippet at least for those here on tumblr. Not yet edited (the chapter is looking to be 15k-16k before editing. RIP.) but I feel that these sections are closer to what I want to be in the Ao3-ready version that I intend to publish once I find time again to work on it.

FYI, even though this isn't the whole chapter, it's still a bit of a read (about 4000 words). So please don't freak out if you see the huge wall of text when clicking that "read more." Also, this obviously makes no sense if you haven't read the fic on Ao3, so here's the parts that come before it here lol (please heed the warnings and tags at the top of the fic): https://archiveofourown.org/works/37467820/chapters/93505051

Warnings, tags, and fic spoilers under the cut:

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships: Connor & Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson & Connor | Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) | Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson | Elijah Kamski

Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two

Irrelevant.

Possible lead?

Irrelevant.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant…

Another lead to follow, higher in priority. Connor made a side note to reference it later.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant.

Indeterminate, no leads.

He paused in his interface with his terminal, going over all the case files that the DPD had and seeing if there was a possible connection with them and their current case that involved the recent murders.

>> CR# 11762

>>> STATUS - CLOSED

Closed case. It might've not been related, however, there were several redacted notes that made it nearly incomprehensible and possibly even unimportant because it was considered a resolved report under normal police procedure. There was enough information in it that, knowing what he knew now, Connor had reason to believe that the people involved in this report was Reed and Stevens. Eyewitness report, but who was this eyewitness? Who were these people involved in their extraction?

And then there was a similar copy that was with the data that was seized from Kamski's property for their investigation. It was related to their case, beyond all reasonable doubt, but how can a report that detailed the events that started it all have so little to go on? He was so quick to label it as "indeterminate," too, because it didn't register as something important with a cursory parsing through the database.

He withdrew his hand from the interface. He should bring this up to Hank. Maybe this needed organic eyes to make sense of all of this.

However, when he turned to ask him something, he saw Hank fully engrossed in his own terminal and stacks and stacks of case files near to toppling off his desk, an intensity in his expression that he hadn't seen before. Lieutenant Anderson had a focus or… feeling around him that said to anyone watching that he was a man on a mission and nothing would stop him to accomplish it.

That was a feeling that Connor knew, and maybe even he missed, that feeling where he had no doubts to distract him, no layers and layers of emotions that he had to parse through first before redirecting his path towards accomplishing his mission.

No, he should stop thinking like that. This was better than being a machine. This, and all its troubles was better than going back to what he was before.

He dug into his pocket, taking care to avoid brushing his fingers against the storage drive and brought out his coin. There was a strange feeling—another glitch, maybe—when Connor held his quarter in his hand again. There were so many things that he didn't know about life, about humanity, about Hank, about Reed.

About himself.

Given that he was a prototype, other people didn't know much about him, either. Except Reed had a possible answer as to why he did a few things the way he did, like his quarter. He liked dogs, but why? He had his Zen garden in his mind palace, empty and fractured it may be right now, but why? Could they all be related? Could understanding the different choices behind the design of his basic programming help him fix all the errors he was experiencing in his software?

He wondered maybe it was mutual. Maybe he knew more about Reed than what Reed knew about himself. At the very least, he had the rest of Reed's fragmented programming sitting at the bottom of his pocket.

Referring to his directories holding all his references and cross-references with his experiences with emotions, he dredged aup a word for the strange feeling.

Dread.

He stood from his seat as he pulled up the building's map and navigated himself to the rooftop. Reed wasn't the only one who needed a change in scenery today.

[scene break]

Connor was wrong. He had to be.

"I think many people care about you, Detective Reed."

Gavin tapped impatiently at the side of his terminal input, waiting for the database to load all the information they had on their case. Damn, did they end up with a big one. His eyes glossed over the titles of some files, recognizing the naming system Elijah used. The information on the victims in the case updated with Chloe's information. Deactivated.

Dead.

He turned off the screen, keeping the process running, but not wanting to really see more of it yet.

Or ever.

Tina passed by his desk, pulling out a memorandum from Fowler and putting it on a stack of papers next to him. And he noticed a small scribble of her handwriting on one corner: "You're the baddest bitch in town."

A stupid motivational message as condescending as always.

Gavin felt a firm thud at the back of his chair as Chris went to get up, accidentally knocking his desk chair against Gavin's for the thousandth time and immediately trying to apologize and offering to get him a coffee from the break room to make up for the slight. For all he knew, with how much Chris had done it, he did it on purpose.

It was all routine. Even when Gavin had a literal life change and had to have a whole reclassification of his employment files, Chen and Miller still kept to routine. He should be mad at them. He should be angry that they weren't angry at the whole injustice that this all was. They worked alongside this lie for years. Shouldn't they also feel betrayed?

Shouldn't they all see what a fucked up mess this was?

Chris brought him his coffee, as promised, smiling at him before placing it Tina's handwriting on the memo and returning to his own desk.

Gavin took a peeved sip of the coffee.

People cared about him?

He skimmed the memo from Fowler, a notice that he was going to have to do a press meeting about how fucking slowly Anderson, Connor, and Gavin were making any kind of headway into their case because media finally noticed that Elijah was in the police station a bit too long. Almost as if he was being held for a crime.

The thought of having to somehow get him to answer to the fucked-up shit he did made him grip the page a lot tighter, nearly damaging a few pixels on the digital paper.

But then he saw Tina's words in looped cursive, a skill that was utterly useless, but she insisted on practicing her handwriting whenever she could because she felt she could at least leave a human touch on things in her own way.

"You're the baddest bitch in town," Gavin whispered, reading the words with a half-chuckle.

He sighed and turned the memo over. Scrubbed his eyes. He blindly reached for his coffee and took another sip. It was steaming hot but the pain didn't register, and damn, now that he thought about it, he wondered how we went on for so long never noticing that detail. He wondered if anyone had noticed his lack of reaction towards a burning hot liquid.

Someone must have.

Anyone.

Gavin stared down into the dark liquid of his cup, its surface catching the lights in the ceiling.

There was a mole in the DPD. They must've known.

Gavin turned his head slightly, watching Chris as he typed out a report. Could he have been the mole?

What about Tina? Could she have known? Were these condescending messages a hint toward something else? Or were they actually people that cared? Were they people without ulterior motives? Chris had a family to take care of. Tina had her sister and her mom to look out for. Both of them would have too much at stake to be playing at two sides. Were they people willing to sacrifice what they had for the sake of greed?

"How's Damian doing?" Gavin asked, spinning his chair around to face Chris.

"What—?" Chris stopped his typing and turned his own chair around. "Oh! Uh… He's doing good. Why'd you ask?"

"Just wondering."

"Are you… okay?"

"Fuckin' peachy."

"Are you sure? Honest answer, please."

Gavin let out a short laugh. "Of fucking course not, but I'm managing."

"I'm… sorry to hear that." Chris scratched the back of his neck. "If… you wanna talk about it—"

"Why do you do it?" Gavin asked. "You and Tina. The notes. The coffee. Why?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do? Learning about what you're going through right now… We can't even imagine. We thought with how much is changing for you, you might appreciate if we kept a few things like they were before. At the end of the day, you're still our coworker, and we watch each other's backs."

"Right." Gavin sighed and shook his head. "Right. Of course."

"Is there a problem? That you're… okay with sharing, obviously."

"Nah, I'm good. That's a good answer."

"…okay?" Chris returned to working on his report. Gavin could see that Chris wasn't "okay" with the probing, but at least he seemed cool with leaving it at that for now. He mulled over Chris' answer.

They only did it to be nice.

Damn it. This case was getting into his head.

Okay, so maybe Connor had a point? People cared about him, or at least maybe Miller and Chen did. Maybe not in the way he'd want them to, but they did in their own way. Maybe in the way he needed them to.

Gavin snuck a quick glance over to where Connor sat at his desk from across the bullpen, his coworker in the middle of an interface with the terminal, LED still having one spot perpetually stuck on yellow.

And Connor said he cared.

After a few moments, Connor turned to Anderson and opened his mouth to say something, but his LED quickly flashed to red with that one dot of not-red. Connor really should get that light of his checked. Weren't those supposed to be indicators for what kind of processes were running in their heads?

Gavin couldn't imagine anyone having a glimpse of what was really going on in his head, how exposing it would be to not have that amount of privacy in the least.

Maybe that's why some androids chose to remove theirs.

But that posed the question of why Connor still had his.

Connor frowned, withdrawing his hand and stuffing it into his pocket, bringing out that coin he always had on him. He must've noticed that Gavin was watching him, since he inclined his head a bit in his direction before standing and leaving his desk.

Must've given up on telling Anderson what he wanted to say. The lieutenant was engrossed in the stacks of case files on his desk and was wholly unaware of Connor's leave.

Fucking Anderson. Even if he supposedly got his act together, he was still dropping the ball like he always did.

Gavin shook his head disapprovingly.

So maybe people cared about Gavin.

But how many cared about Connor? In the way they needed to?

Gavin pressed his hands against the top of his knees as he watched Connor take the door to the rooftop access stairs. Gavin debated whether he should follow him, pressing his hands firmer against the grain of his jeans enough to leave indents when he removed his palms to look at them. He caught a glimpse of his split knuckle as he did so.

…fuck it.

[scene break]

Going up here was a mistake.

Connor gripped the chainlink fence surrounding the half-walls of the rooftop as another…

…preconstruction?

…memory?

Whatever it was, it assaulted his sensors, making it nearly impossible to focus on any other inputs he was trying to override it with. He was fine when he made his way up here. The malfunction triggered by seeing how high up he was.

Fighting. Blood spattering in crimson and sapphire. The mission to kill Markus. To kill these DPD officers. To kill Hank. All these people getting in the way of his main objective. This wasn't what he wanted to remember of what he used to be the days before the revolution.

What could've been.

But maybe he needed to. Maybe this was how he could keep from ever wanting to be a machine again.

If only Hank weren't so prominent in these malfunctions.

"Hey!" Reed called from suddenly too close behind him. How had he not noticed that he followed him up here? "What the fuck are you doing?"

Connor tried to speak, to exit the processes that were currently running this preconstruction, but he found that he couldn't. His grip on the fence tightened, rattling the metal as he trembled.

He couldn't let go.

He couldn't exit the nightmare program still running.

He was stuck.

And someone, worst of all Detective Reed, was watching him as he tried to pull his programming together and failing. No one was supposed to know. They didn't need to.

He felt his breaths quickening, too hot, his stress rising, stress-sensor still broken.

"Connor?" Reed asked him.

Connor tried to loosen his fingers, to at least hide how much he was shaking. Tried again to turn off the bombardment of fists and gunshots and dropping Hank from the building—no, Hank charging at him and falling—no, Hank shoving?—dropping?—him from the building.

Then it stopped.

He found that Reed had brought him away from the fence and closer to the rooftop access door.

"Shit, why the hell are you burning up?" Reed said under his breath.

Connor brushed off Reed's hands on him and he took off his jacket to try to cool down, his armband dropping onto the thin layer of snow on the roof. Reed stooped to pick it up, hesitated, then handed it to him.

"My stress was too high," Connor said. "Androids tend to overheat once stress reaches a certain point."

"Right. Right. The orientation. That uh… is a thing that happens. Right."

Connor could tell that Reed wanted to say something else, but instead looked away.

"You good now?" Reed said after a few moments.

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"Wanted to check on you. Y'know… 'cuz uh… you checked on me earlier. When I…" He rolled his wrist, circling his hands ambiguously in the air. Both of their gazes went to Reed's split knuckle on one of his fingers. He cleared this throat. "What was that?"

Connor draped his jacket in the crook of his elbow after replacing his band where it belonged around his arm. "It was nothing."

"Nah, not this again. You need to get this checked, whatever the fuck this is."

"I will," Connor said.

"You better," Reed said. "Because that was…" He exhaled, chewed a little bit on the inside of his lip. "That shit didn't look fun to experience."

"And how would you know?"

"I… get like that, kinda. Sometimes. Maybe it's different, being uh… different… android models but… Maybe not all that different, considering…" Another wrist roll. "All our shit."

He could see how carefully Reed tried to pick his words, as if he didn't know how to talk about whatever it was he was trying to get at. Both unable to bring themselves to talk about something so… unpleasant. There was a small rumble from deep in Connor's chest, and he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth upward.

Connor laughed.

"How the fuck could you be laughing right now?" Reed asked, half in his usual irritation, other half something… concerned?

"I don't know," Connor said in between fits. He started up again, this time with even more force. It wasn't until he realized that there was moisture running down his face. He brushed it away with his sleeve, and felt even more running down his chin, and he realized that he was crying.

Laughter morphed into sobbing.

"I don't know," Connor said, his vocal modulator stuttering. "I don't know, Detective Reed."

"Shit," Reed said. "Shit. Uh…" Running his hands through his hair, Reed shuffled his feet, and then: "I should get Anderson."

"No," Connor said, grabbing Reed by the elbow as he was about to leave. Why couldn't he stop crying? "He can't know."

He expected Reed to just ignore him and go on with getting Hank. Instead, Reed nodded. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Forget you saw anything."

Reed huffed out a breath and nodded. "Alright."

Reed wasn't putting up a fight about this?

"What?" Connor said.

"I'll forget this happened," Reed said. "Or pretend at least. As long as you tell me what the fuck is going on."

Connor looked down at his jacket and his shirt sleeves. The saline had frozen into small beads of frost, with more continuing to be added to it. And these were his new clothes, too.

He started sobbing again, not because of his clothes, but because of all the things he could be thinking of, he was concerned about something so trivial. Maybe his software was getting dangerously unstable.

"I'm scared," Connor said softly. "I don't know what's wrong with me, and… I don't like where it's going." He swiped at his eyes, catching more of his tears with the cuff of his sleeve. "I don't think anyone can fix it."

"What is 'it', Connor?"

"I had an AI handler," Connor said. "I destroyed her after she took over my functions to try to assassinate Markus, and I damaged several parts of my software in the process."

Reed brushed the scar on his nose, not saying anything as he looked off into the distance. "Her…?"

There it was, that look again. Right before he gave Connor information about his fixation about his quarter.

"Can you describe this handler?" Reed asked.

"Her name was Amanda," Connor said. "I believe she was modeled after Kamski's former mentor, Amanda Stern."

Reed's hand dropped and formed into a fist. "Fuck. He did not. He did not fucking do that." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry. Continue. Why are you afraid of getting rid of her? Sounds like she was a real bitch if she tried to take control of you."

"She was… amicable at first." Connor said. "I thought I could've trusted her. She was a part of my programming, acting as a liaison between me and CyberLife but for her to take complete control was…"

Cold. Bracing against a harsh blast of chill, Amanda making him take aim at Markus, as he stumbled and crawled his way to the emergency exit. A gunshot rang in Amanda's triumph—

Reed shook his shoulder. "Hey, you're doing that thing again."

"Sorry." Connor moved his jacket to his other arm to use another sleeve to wipe the moisture from his eyes. "I'm not too pleased with the possibility that she's not completely gone. I don't want Hank to know, because he's aware of what she was capable of and what she tried to make me do, but I don't want him to worry about it."

"And what would 'it' be?"

"I don't want him to worry about—" Connor closed his eyes the moment he caught what his next words would be.

"About what? Her coming back? You losing control?"

Connor shook his head. Those were concerns of his, yes, but… it was more than that when it came to Hank. That wasn't what he was about to say.

Again, that unnamed emotion rose up to the top of his processes, error codes and all. That feeling—he hated it. But he could feel it start to corrupt the controls in his speech synthesizers, as if that feeling wanted a way to escape…

…and he didn't want to keep fighting it.

"I don't want him to worry about losing me. I don't want him to worry about me… dying."

Reed's expression softened. A little sadder. A little… lost.

[scene break]

Gavin had to step away, hearing Connor admit that; had to resist cupping his hands over his ears and shoving the memory away. Connor no longer had to say anything else to explain his situation, because that was something Gavin knew intimately.

His feet had stilled near the entryway of a hospital room, hovering near enough to the opening to overhear the whirring and beeps of machines helping to stave off the inevitable as his mother talked to Chloe before she went off to surgery. A surgery that would help take her pain away, but with complications that would take her away years later.

"It's not that, Chloe," Mom had said as Gavin eavesdropped on their conversation. He hadn't trusted that machine to be alone in the same room as her, especially not after witnessing the destruction Chloe created of that ST200. "I worry him enough. I don't want him to worry about losing me, but… you know how Gav is. He's stubborn enough to act like it doesn't bother him, but he's already lost his brother to his inventions. I don't want him to feel like he'll lose his mother the same way. You'll keep an eye on both of them for me, will you? You'll keep them from doing anything they might regret later?"

"I'm afraid I can't make any promises for the latter," Chloe had said. "But I can assure you that I will watch over them for you the best way I can."

"Good. That's good, Chloe. You're doing really well, I hope you know that." A long sigh. "I wish that Eli were here."

"He wasn't able to attend due to several business meetings today, but I can at least tell him for you later."

"I would like that. Thank you. Oh, and Chloe, before you go get Gavin." A pause. "Keep this for me. It's a gift."

Gavin shook out his hands, giving them a break from how much he was clenching and unclenching them. It was hard to believe those memories were not real.

And damn if he was going to just stand by seeing someone else feeling like his mom did that day and not do or say anything about it.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," Gavin said, shoving the memory back and trying to keep to the present with Connor. "I won't tell Anderson, like I promised, got it? I'll even pretend I didn't see anything up here, but there's a huge… something about this that you're not confronting. And believe me when I say I get it."

Connor's processing LED spun yellow—for good reason this time and not looking like a glitch. "Why are you doing this, Detective Reed? I find your change in demeanor surprising, if I'm honest."

Damn Connor for being so perceptive, even after experiencing a full-blown panic attack in the middle of a flashback—or whatever it was that Connor was experiencing. It was fucking disturbing to have to witness someone like Connor in the throes of what looked like a trauma response.

There was no fucking way Anderson of all people didn't notice something was up.

But he promised Connor he'd keep quiet just to get him to talk through it because, goddamn, was that not fun to watch.

So why was he doing this for him? Why was he willing to stick his neck out again for someone? Connor could end up being another Ray, or another Eli, or another Leah, or Mom, or Dad, or…

Or maybe he really wanted to believe that Connor was different. Maybe he was the exception to the rule.

Maybe Gavin was open to hoping again.

"Alright, I'll add another condition to forgetting this happened," Gavin said, holding up his index finger to emphasize. "You don't fucking say what I'm gonna say to anyone, got it?"

A small smile stretched across Connor's lips, and he nodded. "Of course, Detective."

"You weren't that bad of company for lunch, and I thought about what you said, earlier. About people caring, about you being one of them and maybe I wanted to return the favor. At least a little."

Connor's smile widened, same crooked way he did earlier. "I see. Thank you, Detective Reed."

"Remember what I said, Connor," Gavin said. "Tell anyone I said this, and I'll tell Anderson."

Connor laughed. It was a good laugh, not as strangled as it was before, which meant that Gavin was at least not completely fucking this up. A blue LED was also a good sign, too, but with Connor, that could be a false positive.

Gavin still couldn't quite shake the feeling that Connor was still hiding something. He wanted to ask, but… after what happened earlier?

Maybe it was nothing.

#dbh fanfic #detroit become human fanfiction #fanfic writing #dbh connor #dbh gavin #long post #please accept this humble offering #i've been so busy so i hope this bit is enough #tp's fanfic updates

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supernatural s10e7 girls, girls, girls (w. robert berens)

no please not more embarrassing stuff 😭 dean on a dating site? (with his real name??)

re privacy i'm always gonna kneejerk be very defensive of everyone's privacy. i have a bad history with that in regards to electronic stuff. so i still think that's a super dick move by sam, even if they don't really generally have boundaries with each other 🤪 applying real world rules and concerns to a dumb joke setup :p

pretty sure i talked about this before when one of them saw an email intended for the other on the laptop that was private/about something they didn't know about. i think it was dean seeing an email for sam (can't find the post ofc) EDIT: found it s8e3 - (few days later when looking for something else)

i know the title is for girls girls girls but i keep thinking it's girls like girls (i'd never seen the video for this song it's sweet)

oh no. the embarrassment increases. getting catfished? :\ (or not but i'm sure it's something because dean can't get laid without it being plot relevant, right)

laughing that castiel uses websummon but dean and sam use search the web with the goofy logo

hannah, girl. didn't he already use his ~distracting emotions~ excuse to turn you down, what are you doing? more like, writer, what are you doing 😒

damnit the second time this episode something startled the shit out of me. warn a person before you sex-slam dean into a wall

not-fake looking fake birds and laughing about being another motel with such a scenic backdrop!

okay so not the catfish but the didn't realize she was a sex worker, sigh. she keeps reminding me of nina dobrev. brown hair/eyes and smaller top lip i guess

elysia rotaru / nina dobrev

what i said about eyelines so close to the camera i'm not sure? the eye on the left looks like it's at camera, but the reflection in the right indicates it isn't actually. very disconcerting.

ALSO rescue the sex worker trope and dean's acting kinda creepy. should you maybe tell sam you're starting to feel something funny in your tummy that tells you to kill kill kill

so it was rowena in that little bit at the end of the episode whenever

hannah's vessel's husband tracking her down, all right. gonna have a jimmy novak reminder the vessels had families and lives. which leads to a brief flash of fake dating, of course

HANNAH What? Yes. [Hannah takes Castiel’s hand in hers] I left you. For him. He's the reason. JOE No. No, I don't believe it. This guy?

the snort i snorted. with the Emotions music but it's like. funny? but pretending to be serious? oh, show.

haha and we're still supposed to (according to the music) sympathize with (UNDERSTANDABLY) sad husband after that weird kiss situation

i knew cole came back but i'm tired already

are we on a set? lol

HANNAH Being on earth, working with you, I've felt things. Human things -- passions, hungers.

snort x2

and she keeps clutching her stomach dramatically due to Feelings like bella in new moon because she said it in the books so we gotta do it on screen but it looks weird and awkward

this is so strange and abrupt. went on her whole character emotional arc in about 5 minutes. and castiel doesn't reply? were they actually filming in the same place? LOL what is going on

why does this look so fake haha and bonus vessel back in her body stomach clutching

oooh we're solving a problem by having a conversation, how mature and not moc stabby. does the mark do anything? i'm always asking and assuming but we just won't talk about it and who knows!!

reminding me of this (and the leviathan sam and dean already cosplayed the beginning of that story) when jules tells yolanda to keep the gun on him "it's cool, we still just talkin"

DEAN Put it down! [Sam lowers his gun and Cole turns his gun back towards Dean] DEAN Cole, hey, right here. We're talking, okay?

(every time cole reminds me of taylor kitsch, little bit the hair and voice)

DEAN I get it. That was your story. Look, man, I got one of those, too. Okay, but those stories that we tell to keep us going? Man, sometimes they blind us. They take us to dark places --the kind of place where I might beat the crap out of a good man just for the fun of it. The people who love me, they pulled me back from that edge.

s/people/person/

this is a good scene with cole. his actor travis aaron wade is doing a great job

Now, the truth is… I'm past saving. I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun.

sam and i ready to throw hands/have a heart attack but also BLADE, BARREL, REBAR. WHATEVER

giggled

listen.

SAM You've got a family, Cole. I heard you on the phone that night. I'm guessing they need you to come back, and they need you to come back whole.

i mean. not to say having trauma makes you not-whole, and we're talking basically a revenge killing i guess. but this dude already apparently had a very violent period in the miltary

from s10e2

COLE I did two tours in Iraq. Special ops. Darfur. The Congo. I've seen suicide bombers and child soldiers so hopped up on speed that they could barely talk, but they could sure as hell shoot an AK… Don’t tell me about monsters, cause I've met my share.

just doesn't seem like it's automatically the worst thing he's done/experienced

all right. i did not like what they did with hannah in general so i'm not sad to see her go but it does suck they took cas's pal away

so do we learn that jimmy novak is in heaven now or is that later? i don't quite understand what was supposed to happen to his soul anyway all the times castiel has been splatted

wrapping up characters/plotlines left and right.

SAM What you said earlier, back there, about being past saving -- were you really -- DEAN I was just telling the guy what he needed to hear.

yeah, sure! sounds reasonable. not like you ever feel massively guilty for things. picture of unbothered

if i knew rowena was crowley's mom i had forgotten

(another pronunciation surprise but just because i'm not familiar with the name, realized i assumed ro-when-uh instead of ro-ween-uh)

they're stringing me along with crumbs of brother feelings through mediocre episodes

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x07 #robert berens #spn and no privacy

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The Dark Within Part 20

*Edited

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This is it! The END!!!! Well, the end of Harbor City from Maven and Deimos’s story points of view lol I will be writing a lot more of Harbor City and everyone in it sooooo....no worries teehee.

It’s also really, really long too so heads up there as everything is wrapped up ^.^’

CW: Deimos is villain caretaker only to Maven, whumper to everyone else, Maven is Sidekick/former hero, some fluff/slight suggestive themes at the end with Maven & Deimos (don’t worry they’re not graphic but they do finally have their first kiss :D), tw smoking moment,

Deimos blinked awake slowly as light and sound came back. The soft plush of the couch from the cushioned his body...his body.

It no longer burned. The jackhammer had turned off, the smell was gone for the most part and as he bolted upright into the sitting position with a hand to his head he felt the locks of his hair.

Confusion instantly swept over him when another hand joined his and carded through his hair, a soft shushing noise sounded though it was muffled and ringing in his ear.

The bleary shape was that of a small woman and he instantly grabbed the hand she was carding through his hair and pushed it away. There were more shapes in the background, moving back and forth that she would occasionally turn too or wave an arm at.

Her arms came back to him as his vision became more focused and he was able to make out more of her features.

"Maven."

He pulled her face closed to his to make sure he was seeing correctly, not caring that his voice broke on her name or that the moving blobs in the background were people who were seeing a potential weakness of his.

A problem for another day.

"How?"

Maven rested a hand on his cheek, knowing all that he was asking in that one word. How did they make it out? How was he alive? How is he not scarred? How is she alive? The usual. She tried not to chuckle as she layed him back down on the couch and continued to heal him.

"You're not out of the woods yet boss, I'm still healing you." She grew concerned when he simply layed there and watched her as she snapped her fingers in front of his face to test his senses.

"Boss? Can you hear me, Boss?"

"Barely...But it's getting better." He reached up to play with her long hair as he reassured her. Breathing a sigh of relief, Maven continued working on healing him.

"How?" Deimos reiterated when she didn't elaborate from earlier. He watched her bite her lip nervously and knew instantly there were others in the room with them. "I see..."

His vision snapped back into focus and the others in the room came into clear view in the dim light. It was the other villains of the group and they were waiting for further instruction it would seem.

Oh what a time...

Deimos sat up, raising a hand and giving a 'forgive me smirk' to Maven when she protested, as he addressed the the group.

"Several of you are missing...please tell me it is because they are guarding the restrained heroes and watching over the children." He hated how tired and worn out his voice sounded, it wasn't the strong voice of a leader he was hoping to be, but he did just nearly burn to a crispy critter. Again. Something that seems to happen quite often around his little hero.

"You're correct boss, we only lost 5 Heroes, 3 Villains and 1 Civilian today. The rest are restrained with the rest of the group downstairs, we just don't know where to put them."

Deimos almost chuckled when they took after calling him boss just like Maven but was saddened to hear that they did lose people today. "The civilian?"

"A doorman. Got in the way." Another villain piped up, leaning against the wall. "It couldn't be avoided, they escaped they're restraints and fought like hell when we blocked the kids in the room. Wouldn't listen to reason." They added when Deimos had pierced them with a look.

"Then it could have been avoided." Deimos stood on legs that were steady and strong now thanks to Maven's healing abilities. He couldn't kill the villain over a doorman though, that was bad politics. He had no choice but to move on to the next task. Though he did make note of the Villain for some future shit detail.

"The warehouse we gathered at before the fight is where I want you all to bring everyone. That is my base and is now everyone's new home for the time being."

He held up a hand to halt the protests. "Until we clear this building of all it traps, from top to bottom, and can officially take it over."

"So I take it joining your group is a forever thing now?" Villain piped up from his hidden corner. Always chafing against Deimos's direction and leadership.

He was the second villain from that night when Deimos had went around the city putting on a show, the one that had questioned him rather than be terrified of him. This villain was the type to still question while somehow keep his head attached.

Maven had pointed him out as a recommendation for right hand along with two others when things with Maelstrom didn't pan out.

She also warned him that he could be problem and potential threat if the two didn't get on the same page and find common ground soon enough. That the others listened to him as well.

It reminded Deimos of his villainy days from back home that he grew up with raised under Supervillains tutelage. Only this villain was far more serious and focused than the one Deimos grew up with in Supervillain's penthouse.

"It always was." Deimos responded with a grim smile. "I called it a takeover for a reason."

Deimos strode around the room which was still nice and dimly lit the way he liked and knew Maven was looking out for him as the shadows grew in strength. Prepared at the ready to protect him if needed, as always.

"So...boss, or shall we call you City Councilman?" Villain continued, venom lacing their tone as he stepped forward with their lip curled.

"Boss will do just fine but it's still early." Deimos flicked his wrist as the shadows coiled around Villain's body and restrained him against the wall while simultaneously gagging him from further while he turned to address the rest of the villains and sidekicks.

"The Academy has power dampener cuffs and bracelets. I want every Hero, Sidekick and Civilian restrained down there wearing one before we move them. Team A is in charge of getting the vans from the garage packed and ready with supplies, we're going to go through them with the amount of people we will be having." Deimos waved off Team A as they went to pack the vans with enough food and medicine for almost 100 people.

Which was only enough to last them all 2 days. Rationed. If the calculations in his head were correct based off of memory from previous intel and that’s providing nothing had changed or was destroyed in the attack to change those numbers.

"Team B you're in charge of supply. Naturally, we're not on anyone's nice list but we need those supplies. No killing anyone who doesn't deserve it. I don't want a repeat of the doorman. Is that understood?" The shadows wrapped around the throats of each individual member of Team B as he spoke and squeezed tighter while he continued speaking to emphasize his point as he pierced daggers into the eyes of the careless villain from earlier.

When their eyes about bugged out of their skulls he let them go as they gasped for air and choked on their hands and knees while he heard Maven quietly giggle behind him.

"I don't condone wasteful killing. There is no gain in it. Now, Team B, we need food and medical supplies pronto so you will 'liberate' a food delivery trailer and take one of the vans and raid one of the medical warehouse for some basic first aid and trauma kits." Deimos stepped forward in front of them as they got to their shakily and looked about themselves while nodding at him.

"I'll also need you to pick up insulin, needles, and all the goodies that go with checking your blood sugar. We have 14 children who are diabetic and will need it tomorrow so do not waste time, this is important and time sensitive. Understood?"

"Those kids will get their insulin boss." The villain in charge of the team said, still a bit sheepish and too nervous to make eye contact yet.

"Just see that you mind my rules while you do so. I know having a crash course isn't fair but once we get settled I'll be sure to go over them so there is no confusion in the future." Deimos promised with a wide grin to them as reassurance as he sent Team B off to their mission.

Team C was all that was left, aside from D and E being downstairs with the kids and the restrained Heroes.

"I want you in charge of putting power dampeners on all the children and prisoners. The children get bracelets, they don't come off either and are functionally the same but I don't want them to feel like our prisoners."

"Even though they are?" One of them asked hesitantly as uncomfortable as everyone else about the matter.

"I can't have them homeless and running around on the street at the mercy of who knows what. We know what's out there, that it isn't just the Academy, but the kids don't know that. I want to preserve what little childhood they have left. Care to indulge a soft-hearted villain that much?" He asked them.

"Of course boss." Team C responded before they took turns adding.

"Yeah, we were just curious."

"And glad to know you're not...you know...bad bad...you know..."

Deimos laughed aloud at them and sent them on their way, telling them to inform that Teams D and E were to coordinate with A on transporting everyone to the warehouse and once done with that then their team was in charge of dismantling the booby-traps floor by floor once everyone was wearing their bracelets/dampeners and being transported by the remaining teams.

Once everyone had gone that left Deimos, Maven and Villain still strapped and gagged to the wall by his shadows in the room alone.

Now that everyone had their marching orders and Deimos had a second to breathe while he figured out how to reach and talk to Villain to get on the same page with when an acrid smell permeated the room and wafted through his nostrils.

How had he not noticed the smell of nicotine sooner?

He spun around looking wildly to find it's source only to find it sitting on the couch in the form of Maven who was currently zoned out and puffing away on a menthol cigarette as if she smoked them everyday.

Deimos stood stone still as he watched her.

She sat hunched over, one leg over the other with the foot bouncing. A faraway look in her eyes as she took long drags before reaching out to the ashtray and flicking the ash off into the dish when she caught his gaze.

A slow, predatory smile spread on her face as she held his eyes and trapped them in her own. At least he felt trapped there. Her behavior wasn't her own and he knew it. Never once had she smoked before, first and foremost, and second she would never behave in a way such a this. It was too much like...

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Deimos blood turned to ice when Maven spoke those all to familiar words and he felt his concentration falter, releasing his grip on Villain as his shadows let go.

Villain who was watching the whole thing quietly, with no clue as to the context as to what was going on. Only that it involved the past of a dangerous man and that the small woman on the couch had changed in the span of a moment.

Villain knew her from the rooftop, that she was both bubbly and shy, if that combo could ever be a thing. Maven is what he seemed to call her on several occasions today, though Villain was knew her as Shadow from that rooftop. That was further confirmed when Deimos called her that name, Maven, again as he stepped forward with an arm outstretched towards her.

And just like that, she blinked and made a face at the cigarette she was smoking and fanned the smoke away from her face in disgust. Jumping to her feet and eyes widening at the number of butts already in the ashtray without her knowing only heightened her fear. She wasn’t sure which villain she got them off of either.

"Deimos...I-I'm so sorry. I don't know what's h-happening..."

Villain took a tentative step forward towards her which earned the immediate attention of Deimos who put himself between them.

"I want to help." Villain raised his hands in surrender as he glanced between them. Wondering why he should want to. He should really just get the heck out while Deimos was distracted with her.

"We still have issues to work out. To get on the same page."

Villain laughed and raised a brow at that. "You mean you weren't just going to kill me outright? " Guess Deimos was still adamant about working together...

"I'm trying something new today. Maybe."

"I'm usually-usually trying to dis-dissuade him from killing without r-reasons..." Her voice was still stuttering and panicky.

Deimos was still watching Maven like a hawk as she nervously paced about the dim room. Effective at dodging furniture in the low lighting now thanks to her time with him.

In a way he was relieved that her stuttering was back. That meant it was her and not...him...his own Superhero nightmare. The one that had tortured and ran the rehabilitation program Deimos was in when he was first arrested as a boy.

Villain glanced between the two, briefly wondering if they were ‘official’ or not before deciding not to bring it up and instead move on to the matter at hand so as to get business out of the way and head out.

"Right, you said you wanted to get on the same page? So let's talk then and fast because I want to help her and I think I might be able to. I don't think you'll give me the information I need to, to determine if I can until we are on the same page so let's get it over with then." Deimos turned back to him with a dark smile that no doubt promised pain if Villain wasn't careful and minded his place.

"Alright. Talk." Deimos simply demanded as he guided Maven back to the couch as he sat them both down. He began to rub calming circles on her arm as she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as if her head hurt.

Villain was growing in concern that with her healing abilities...no. Villain needed to focus and not worry.

"What are you're plans for the city... exactly. In terms of running it, I mean. Will it be like Supervillain from Florens City? Or is it going to be Old Town all over again?"

Deimos took his time to take in Villains body language before answering him. Most Villains around here had no idea that the Supervillain from Florens was the same Supervillain who raised him and popped in to visit him from time to time.

Of course being the telepath that Supervillain is helps in concealing her identity and keeping their connection a secret so that Deimos could forge a name for himself like he always wanted.

Old Town, however, was a genuine concern a lot of villains had whenever they plotted whole town or city wide takeovers of any degree.

If they couldn't broker a peace treaty with the government in some way, through any kind of means, that usually meant said government sent a nuclear missile to wipe everyone out. That not only left everyone dead but an inhabitable wasteland for hundreds of years that also had repercussions on the surroundings cities and environment no one wanted and were understandably afraid of.

"I have yet to work things out with the government." He answered finally in truth.

Villain groaned and dragged a hand down his face in worry. The events of the day couldn't be undone and the government would send their agents to figure out what was going on here to to speak with them, or rather Deimos. The fate of Harbor City was in the hands of the city's youngest and most feared villain?

The newly minted Supervillain?

The shadow tendril from earlier had wrapped it's way around his throat once again as Villain caught sight of Electron through the door. He was cuffed and still unconscious, the two villains...were they all sidekicks now? Anyway, the two had Electron by his shoulders and under his arm as they dragged him to the elevator as the doors dinged open.

The knot in his gut twisting further as he wondered why Electron was the only board council member spared and what was to be done with him. The air in his throat closed off as the tendril tightened it's hold when it didn't get the desired reaction from Villain and he choked, reaching up to try and wrench it away as he turned back to Deimos who was watching him with unblinking eyes as he released him.

"Good to finally have your undivided attention." He murmured dangerously low, brushing back Maven's long hair as he gently layed her off to the side. She had fallen asleep on him.

"I saved Electron for you. Thought you might want to work some final words out with your brother before I kill him." Villain blinked in surprise at the blunt delivery but was otherwise unfazed that Deimos knew his secret.

"You had her gather intel on everyone up on the rooftop the other night." Villain stated it so it wasn't really a question Deimos bothered with an answer as Villain continued. "We have the same powers too, Electron and I, only mine are different. More passive. Growing up I could only affect electronics, turning them off and on and the like, or reading electric currents. My brother was the true gift. He could do so much more...always could..."

Deimos was silently listening as he leaned forward on his knees, his eyes tracking Villain's pacing as he told his story, now that Maven was stable and resting he surmised he had the time to hear Villain’s story.

Deimos was already aware of his powers and the fact that they were brothers but he had no idea of the beef that was between the two and he was listening intently.

"That why they call me Glitch. Because my electric powers are weak compared to my brother and I always failed all my tests. Electronics go haywire around me. Everyone says I shouldn't have been born." Villain/Glitch cried out in pain and threw his up as he spun to meet Deimos's unflinching gaze.

"I really am a Glitch!"

Slowly rising from the couch so as not to disturb Maven and wake her as she restlessly slept and walked over to him and stood in front him. Villain/Glitch was shaking with fear, having shared his story and waiting for Deimos's judgement, when Deimos pulled him into a hug that had Villain/Glitch's eyes practically bugging out of his skull but not from lack of air.

Villain/Glitch had not expected it, had not expected himself to share such a vulnerable part of his history either but felt the need to after having seen his older brother being dragged away as a prisoner and feeling like he could be next at the rate Deimos was taking over things in Harbor City.

But he did not expect the boogeyman to hug.

Pulling away and giving him a reassuring pat, Deimos looked him dead in the eye while the back of his hand held Villain/Glitch's head in place so the man couldn't look away.

"You are not a Glitch. And you are not weak. You were just raised to think you were, understand? You have powers I don't think even you know you have...powers that make you useful, that make you matter...Kye."

He flinched hard when Deimos said his name, his real name, proving that Maven was just that good at intel and that he had everyone's real name. Yet he couldn't look away from the unblinking eyes that stared into him and promised him... home.

A place within this city.

"Kye, do you know about your energy manipulation powers?" Deimos abruptly let him go and stepped back as he allowed Kye his space back to breathe again.

Kye blinked back hot tears and ran a shaky hand down his pant leg as he nodded. The stress of the day and the current topic was certainly getting to him. Not to mention the uncertainty of tomorrow didn't help...

"Good. You're going to save Maven." Deimos knew he was rushing it a bit but he had too. Her sleep became fitful and didn't sit well with him especially after her behavior earlier. She had perfectly mimicked him, his own Superhero torturer who was in charge of his rehabilitation program when he was first arrested as a juvenile.

"I don't understand...and you're not going to call me by my civilian name in front of the others are you? You're still going to call me Glitch?" Kye asked him apprehensively as he stepped forward to the couch and crouched, leaning back out of the way when Maven rolled over as her arm flopped in the direction of his head.

"You don't want a different villain name? I can gift you one as the new boss. You've earned it today. Everyone has."

"Well...I'll think about it. But for now just Glitch."

"As you wish." Deimos folded his arms nervously and sat on the arm of the couch on the other end by Maven's feet as Kye placed a tentative hand on her sweaty forehead as he closed his eyes.

"So what's with all these different colors? What did she all absorb?" He turned to Deimos, eyes still closed and scrunched in confusion. Deimos could see them move back in forth beneath the lids as if he was trying to keep up with something or see, he wasn't sure which.

"What are you talking about? What colors? What are you seeing?" Deimos's world revolved around what he could see and touch. It had nothing to do with energy or whatever 'colors' Kye was talking about.

"Tch. Okay, forget the color thing then. That's an energy/electric power person thing to understand I guess. What did she absorb?" Kye tone was back to his usual gruff and chaffing self, which was nice and all, except for the matter at hand.

"Not what, who...and three of them."

Kye broke contact then and turned to look at him with his mouth hung open in shock and fear.

"You look like villains don't normally kill people." Deimos chuckled.

"People like us...we shouldn't kill people like this. It's dangerous and that’s what's hurting her." Kye leaned back when Maven grumbled and turned over in her sleep. "She's lucky though, she’s already gotten through the worst of it on her own without dying. Now it’s just processing the memories which is normally done during sleep like this, so she is out of the woods you could say. But you have to understand... absorbing the energy core of one person is enough to potentially kill oneself with the overload of information-"

"She killed three in that way." Deimos interrupted as he got to his feet as upset and worry set in his body. She killed three that way and enjoyed it. Which scared him.

"And she's only restless and disgruntled. Like I said, she's lucky." Kye sat back on his heels and studied Maven's back of the head in thought.

"What's the overload of information you were talking about?" Deimos asked him, pressing for as much information as he could get since he knew Maven didn’t know and was learning much of her powers by the seat of her pants.

He should have stopped her sooner, power dampeners be damned.

"Some people can flow the life energy of another into their own. Like Maven can. Life energy consists of health energy, memories, thoughts and abilities." Kye explained as he got up from his crouched position.

"Wait. I knew about the first three, but abilities?" The puzzle pieces were slowly clicking back into place and he wondered how much Maven even knew about herself or if she was only just finding this out along the way. And if she did just find it out then why didn't she share it with him?

"Got chairs around here?" Kye asked instead of answering as he looked around the dim room.

Deimos scoffed before suddenly remembering that unlike him, he couldn’t see so well in the dim light and flicked his hand at the shadows as they did his bidding. The large room was in fact one of the many meeting rooms on this floor and the wall was lined with chairs.

The wooden table standing tall and leaning against it out of the way which opened the whole area while Deimos was giving commands earlier so he had the shadows move the conference table and chairs back in place. Gently setting it in place as Maven whimpered softly in her sleep on the couch behind him.

With another flick he sent a shadow to get a blanket from down below and lift from the linen closets from the lower sub floors of the Academy and drape it over her, effectively tucking her in while Kye took a seat in one of the chairs that the shadows had finished setting up now that the conference room looked like it had originally before the group moved everything off to the side to make room when he was passed out.

He was still unsure all that transpired in that time and needed Maven to recover to fill in the blanks for him. More than that though he needed her to be well.

"So, every living thing has an energy core right? It's what houses the life energy of that being. And life energy is what stores all the things that make up a person." Kye explained as he leaned an arm on the table. He tried not to appear bored, truth was he was tired as hell, he just didn't want it to come across that that way as he tried to explain what was inherently understood on a fundamental level to all people who’s abilities connected with it.

"Including their habits? Like smoking for example?" Kye nodded as Deimos sucked in a breath and took one of the seats himself as he, too, leaned an arm heavily on the table.

"And it will be like that for all three of them. " Kye continued as dread filled Deimos's gut. "Their habits, manner's of speech, their powers...I mean, they're all hers now. She absorbed them. That's why it's so dangerous.”

Kye pressed hoping that his new Supervillain boss understood and wouldn’t push Maven. That the two Superheroes and one Hero, that three people, were dangerous enough. That he had enough power now through her and to not push her further than she could handle and ultimately kill her.

"What happens when an overload is too much?" Deimos asked, almost unsure he wanted the answer. Deimos was unaware of Kye’s misgivings with him, fearful that he will view them as the Academy did, as Maven was the one who would always be the one to tell him such things when the Villains around him got to good with their poker faces.

On that note...

Under the table and without the knowledge of Kye, Deimos waved his hand and made a tiny shadow that gently made it's way to her and settled on the back of her shoulder like a tiny black dot. That way he could watch her, not be surprised like this ever again in the future and it would look like a mole on her skin while not even scratching the surface of his own energy to draw from to monitor her.

"The body burns up and has a meltdown." Kye was blunt when he finally answered but his tone was somber which led Deimos to think that he either knew someone who went through such a thing or seen it happen in one of those energy memory things Deimos had trouble wrapping his head around. Maven tried countless times already to explain to him before ending it with a ‘just trust me then’.

"I won't let that happen."

Kye was going to be sarcastic like he usually was to try and lighten the mood but the look on Deimos's face shut him right up and the fierceness in which he spoke so protectively while looking at her made Kye decide against it.

He instantly remembered the night on the rooftop when he fought Superhero, toyed with him really, just so Maven could get the intel on all the city Villain's before he instantly and simultaneously dispatched the present heroes while incapacitating the present villains.

He was a scary guy, a boogeyman, for a reason.

Without another word Deimos stood up and walked back over to the couch before pausing and turning back to him. Kye couldn't help but squirm a little under the intensity of the gaze but otherwise remained composed.

"Maven did a rather... in depth intel report with you...Electron was spared per her request because she wanted to offer you a chance for closure. To decide your own fate for a change, if you so choose it, and the fate of your brother."

"I thought you were going to kill him."

"Oh, I am. But how and when is up to you thanks to Maven's request. That's a story for another day though, you're own story. But know that you're brother's fate is yours to decide when you’re ready. He will be my prisoner until then."

"Thank you..." Kye stood from the table as Deimos bent down and picked Maven up. "You didn't have to do that, request or not."

"I'd also like you to be my right hand."

"You heard me. "

"W-What?!"

Deimos chuckled as Maven stirred a bit at the noise of Kye's outburst as she curled tighter in his arms and grumbled some nonsense words.

"Why?"

"Well, for one, that right there. Despite being scared of me, you still have the balls to question me. To put the welfare of the city first. I know we all wear the title of villain but that wasn't by choice for most of us. It wasn't for me."

Kye blinked in confusion as he digested this. The boogeyman didn’t choose villainy? Deimos turned to face him then, holding sleeping Maven still against him but he needed to make eye contact with him to drive the point home.

"Can you pick any of the other villains that fought with us today that would have questioned me about whether or not I was going to make Harbor City the new Old Town? I don't want that for our future. I want Florens city as our future and our city has the infrastructure in place, the trade resources and tourism...let's just say I've looked into it and I have all the paperwork we need to convince the government just waiting to be filled out."

"And if we can't? Convince the government that is..." Kye asked him quietly after a silent pause while Deimos waited, shifting Maven in his arms knowing this conversation with Kye was important and not wanting to just teleport through shadow out of there.

"Oh, I'll convince them. I'm the boogeyman after all."

"Boss, that's the kind of response that's gonna get us nuked." Kye groaned with his hand on his head while he shook his head back and forth.

Deimos just chuckled as he ported out of there and to the warehouse base with Maven. He had the shadows drop off the papers he mentioned that Kye would need to convince the government not to nuke the city for his newly minted right hand to fill out.

As he tucked Maven in to her new, though still temporary bed, he could practically see Kye throw his hands up in the air as he paced around the table as the shadows deposited file after file onto the table for him to do, giving him tonight's job.

Hoping to smooth things over with his new right hand, Deimos sent over toiletries, a pillow and blanket for the couch to make it a little nicer to sleep in later, and an extra large meal from what he was told from his intel report was his favorite drive thru. Which in hindsight probably served to unsettle the Villain further with how well Deimos really researched them all.

Zeroing his focus back in on his little hero, Deimos couldn't resist petting her hair as she slept. She was sleeping a little more peaceful now and that provided him some modicum of relief as he went about the small bedroom, lighting the candles.

He had the room specially prepared at the warehouse base in case Maven turned full hero and betrayed him, back in the beginning. Granted he was using it for other purposes now, having refurbished it and adding the plush bed with the candles for her to see by when she woke up later.

The pit in his stomach still continued to sink however. She had crossed the line. She didn't betray him, no he trusted her implicitly now, but she still had crossed the line with her powers.

It scared him.

"Deimos?"

"I'm here, little Maven." He sat down on the bed next her, relieved he didn't have to wait any long for her to wake. Usually when she power drained someone, she was giddy, hyper and super giggly. Seeing her like this, however, set his teeth on edge.

"Where are we?" Though she spoke more clearly and with less takeover of someone else, Maven’s voice was still tired and slow to him. He took that to mean that she was back in control of her own mind again as Kye had explained.

"At the Warehouse Base." He played with her hair some more as she groggily blinked up at him.

"So we won?" He smiled and nodded down at her. "Cool beans boss."

"Maven?" He leaned over her as made sure she was tucked securely in and comfortable. Deimos made sure to make all the arrangements beforehand, back in Supervillains Penthouse but with all the chaos of returning to the city he wasn't sure if everything had finished in time.

He was glad to find it was and that the Teams were still following orders and putting the kids in their new rooms. That the heroes and villains from the city programs were led to their cells for the night.

"Mmm?" Her eyes were closed tiredly but she turned over and grabbed his hand that was petting her hair as he stilled, wondering if she didn't like it. If he was out of bounds. He had made it a point to stay professional until now.

But just as his brain was short circuiting she began to pet his hand with her fingers and hold it close to her chest so he could feel her heart beating.

"I...I think I love you." He whispered in candlelit room as she opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him in response. She reached up and circled her arms around his neck pulling him close.

She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and hugged him close to her. "I love you to boss. So don't die on me okay?"

Leaning back to look at her fully he took her face in his hand while holding his weight on his other arm so as not smoosh her.

"Same goes for you. You don't get to die on me either. No more absorbing people like you did... because it did hurt you."

"I promise Deimos." Maven murmured as she gave him little pecks along his jaw. "You have your city like you always wanted..." another kiss on the cheek. "...the Teams are basically all henchpeople now really...all at your command." The last of the her sentence was a trail of kisses down his throat.

He pressed his forehead against hers as his eyes pleaded with hers.

“When you hurt, I hurt. Promise me."

"Are you trying to turn me on now that we're official?" He practically purred.

"Maybe..." She smiled at him. "Or maybe I'm waiting for the boogeyman to strike."

Deimos didn't need any further encouragement as he took her lips with his own in their very own first kiss.

Meanwhile, Kye was handling the paperwork in preparation for the incoming government agents. The Teams were handling the supplies and prisoner transfer as well as getting the kids settled into their rooms on the upper warehouse floors.

There was still much to do but they had tonight.

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Eat The Rich | FKBU Drabble

Daisuke × fem!stripper!reader

♡ Read the sequel: VIP Treatment ♡

Warnings: 18+, spicy smuttt 🥵, get the holy water mah gals, blowjob, strip club, sex for money, implied raw sex, maybe some dub-con if you're really squinting but not really, dark themes, swearing, Daisuke being one cocky son of a biatch lol, drabble

Song: Such A Whore (instru.) – JVLA/Stellular Remix

A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the darker side of Daisuke. Yet another idea that has been living rent-free in the dark back-alleys of my brain. Song is optional, I just vibe with it. Again, my drabbles aren't as edited as my regs. So soz. Anywayyys, enjoy 🤑

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand to Miss Y/L/N's account," says Daisuke, leaning back against the red, velvet cushions of the private room, your lips currently wrapped around the veiny shaft of his cock.

The deep thuds of the music outside sound faint and muffled through the walls, filling the silence alongside the lewd slurps and panting breaths coming from your mouth.

It wasn't supposed to happen. You're a stripper. The club has rules, and 'No touching' – well, that's the simplest fucking rule there is. And yet, here you are.

And why?

Well, sure, he was cute. That, and he had a lot of money to throw at you. More than you'd ever seen in your life, and that was saying something.

After about twenty minutes of shaking your ass and tits for him, going through the motions with yet another corporate daddy with an obscene amount of money to throw away and zero fucks to give, he'd spoken for the first time all night.

"How about we make it a little hotter in here?"

He'd gestured with a thick roll hundred dollar bills between his first and second fingers, an unbelievably cocky glint behind his eyes that you read like a picture book.

You'd stared at the money before snapping your eyes back to his and giving the cocky son of a bitch the dirtiest stink eye you could muster.

"That's not how this works," you'd sassed.

He'd almost laughed, meeting your gaze head on and refusing to back down.

"Of course it is."

The money kept rising, one thing lead to another, and now here you are, disappointing your parents even further than you thought possible, and breaking every rule in the book, by getting down on your knees and sucking his throbbing cock like it's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

And it is – well, as far as cocks go, anyway. I mean, dont think he hasn't noticed how wet you're getting just sucking him off.

He looks down at you, self-satisfied, enjoying the show as you hollow out your cheeks and take his whole length down your throat, running your tongue along the underside as you bob your head back and forth, trying not to gag.

His dark, lusting eyes burn a hole in the top of your head. Hardly a stifled moan or pleasured breath escapes his mouth, and yet you can tell he's enjoying it. You know from the way his cock reacts, flinching and pulsing to the sensation and pressure of your tongue.

He's experienced. You can feel he's not even close to cumming yet, when he motions for you to stop.

You let the dark, swollen tip slip out of your mouth with a pop, and lick your lips, your hands slowly rubbing circles around his inner thighs.

"Get up here," he orders flatly.

You don't move, coyly fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Fine," he grins, realising just how well he's managed to train you. "HEUSC – transfer another ten thousand."

You bite your lip as the transaction goes through, rising slowly up onto his thighs, one leg hugging either side of his hips. You gently cradle his cock with your fingers in the gap between your unequally clothed bodies.

It's hot. Pulsing. Still wet and sticky from your mouth.

You shift slightly, and a strand of slavia or precum strings out from the tip after your bare abdomen accidentally connects with it.

Pressed up against him like that, your pussy drips and pools in his lap, staining the expensive fabric. But he doesn't seem to mind.

In fact, he seems to like it. Relish it, even.

His arms stretch out along the curved back of the seating, that same, smug grin twisting the corners his lips. It makes you want to kiss him messily, shove your tongue down his throat and bite down on his lip, just for the hell of it.

"Good. Now," he says calmly, not making a move. "You're going to take me inside that eager, little pussy of yours. Raw, and I'll throw in an extra fifty thousand."

You mull it over for a second, but barely even that.

You rise up on your knees, nibbling the grin on your lips as you attempt to tease him by allowing the head of his cock to dip shallowly into the slick of your entrance.

"Mmm," he hums, the vibrations ricocheting up your spine. "It's time for you really start earning my money."

Hey– in for a penny, in for a pound. Right?

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fade-and-loathing-in-thedas · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday

Okay so I've been sick as all hell (fuck this flu) so to be honest some of this has been written in a little bit of a delirium and will need more edits but I think it's okay to share. Thank you to @oxygenforthewicked and @merrybandofmurderers for the tag! Here's a little snippet from the Wallflower and the Wild Child. We're getting close to the finish lol recruitment is coming next :)

The First Enchanter, seeing the situation was getting out of control, quickly stepped forward. "That is quite enough, Eden." Turning a stern look on the Knight Commander, he said, "I will handle the mages Gregoire, they are after all under my charge."

Adelene exhaled in relief. Now was her moment to explain. She could tell Irving everything, well almost everything, come clean and explain Jowan's situation. Their situation. They had to help Jowan, not because they didn't respect the rules of the Circle—well, truthfully only she respected the rules—but because they all knew Tranquility to be a fate worse than death. Irving was a mage. He would understand. He must. Yet, the words remained stuck in her throat. Fear constricted them. It felt like a chain around her neck, tightening the more she tried to speak.

The First Enchanter looked from Eden to Adelene and sighed. "I'm so disappointed in you girls. You could have told me what you knew of this plan, and you didn't.”

“You wouldn't have cared," Jowan accused. "You just bow to the Chantry's every whim."

"Jowan's right," Eden agreed. "You don't care about any of us." She looked so furious as to be hot to the touch. Adelene frowned. Why was she so angry? It didn't make sense. Adelene understood Jowan's anger, he never understood that Irving worked with templars to protect them. But Eden… Eden had always respected Irving. However, right now, her eyes were filled with such hatred and with her hands clenched so very tightly at her side, she looked ready to explode. Adelene couldn't understand what had changed.

"If you had only trusted me, I could have protected you," Irving tried to explain.

"Why would we ever trust you?" Eden sneered. "You're the one who signed off on the order."

"What?" Shock staggered Adelene. The things Eden said... they weren’t true. They couldn't possibly be true. "Irving would never do that. Why are you lying?"

Irving looked at Adelene, his gaze heavy with guilt. Which was absurd; he wouldn't sign off such an order. Would he?

"It's true, my dear."

Adelene couldn’t unhear the words. They lashed like a whip across her thoughts, again and again, tearing her apart. The worst of it was her mentor's pathetic attempts to justify his decision.

"I could not allow a blood mage to undergo the Harrowing. It would have endangered all under my care."

Her shock suddenly flipped to blinding rage. "There is no excuse for your actions," Adelene cried. "You are our advocate, our protector, and you sold us out. You're just as bad as the templars."

"Enough," the Knight Commander roared. His thunderous voice reverberated off the walls and brought about an abrupt silence. But what purpose did words serve them now? It had all been a trap they had no hope of escaping. "As Knight Commander of the Templars I sentence this blood mage to death. And this initiate has scorned the Chantry and her vows. Take her to Aeonar.”

"The... the mages’ prison." Lily stammered and tried to back away from the approaching templars. "No... please, no," she pleaded. "Not there!”

"No! I won't let you touch her," Jowan cried, the desperation and fear in his voice clear to all in the room. Adelene's face drained of colour when she realised what he was about to do.

"Don't," she cried out. The word was ragged and raw, tearing out of her chest with more emotion than she’d ever felt in her life. But it was too late. Blood already poured from his palm.

Adelene was the first to wake. The rest of them were scattered around the ground, dead or unconscious. She suppressed a shudder as the memory of the nightmarish sights of blood and gore, the smell of scorched flesh, the cries of men reared to the forefront of her mind. Jowan, how could you…

“Wh– what happened?” Eden mumbled.

Relief washed through Adelene—Eden was alive. Hopefully her confusion over what just happened will keep her as such. Adelane doubted the same could be said for her.

“Is everyone all right?" Irving asked. "Where is Gregoir?”

“I knew it… blood magic," the Knight Commander growled, as he climbed up from the floor. "But to overcome so many… I never thought him capable of such power…”

”But… Jowan said he wasn’t a blood mage,” Eden whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. She looked so lost and confused. Guilt twisted in Adelene's stomach. Jowan was a blood mage, and Adelene had taken great strides to help him hide it from others. Even Eden.

"None of us expected this," Irving said gently, then turned to face the Knight Commander. "Are you all right, Gregoir?

“As good as can be expected given the circumstances!" The Knight Commander snapped. "If you had let me act sooner, this would not have happened! Now we have a blood mage on the loose and no way to track him down!” He thrust his hands into his hair and began to pace. "Where is the girl?"

Lily stepped forward. "Here."

The Knight Commander signalled the only remaining templar. "Get her out of my sight!" Then he turned his ire on Adelene and Eden. "And you two," he snarled. "You helped a blood mage escape!" Disgust laced his every word. "Look at all he's harmed!"

Adelene's face crumpled for a single second, just long enough for her to indulge the feelings of fear. Her lips twisted, her eyes squeezed shut, and her heart skipped a beat. But then she pulled herself together. She would go to her death with bravery and nothing else. Stepping forward she said, "you forced Jowan's hand. What choice did you give him?"

*edit* removed tags cos brain finally clicked on and I realised that y'all either tagged me or already shared lol

#adelene surana #eden amell #my writing #wip wednesday #merry band of wardens #jowan #amell #warden amell #surana #warden surana #warden au

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igotyouniverse · 3 years

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Higher

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

Request: henlo I know I already requested something, but can I please get drabble prompt no 7 with hyunjin from stray kids, either like rivals to lovers or maybe secret crush. And make it SOFT please. fast forward 15 minutes` → make it ;) now.

Prompt: “That's the eggnog speaking.”

Genre: rivals to lovers, non idol au, fluff ending, suggestive.

/Lots of bickering and oppressed feelings and ;) tension, friends trying to hook you up with Hyunjin, who you’re totally not interested in.

Warnings: light swearing, alcohol, suggestive(!!), make-out

words: 2.7k

Part of my Seasonal Requests Special - Winter Edition.

a/n: This was so much fun to write. Oh and it's a full-blown scenario. Whoops. This was requested by my best friend: @ithilinne Honestly I hope you find it as funny as I do, lol. ❄️❤️❄️❤️I enjoy writing bickering so much, it's fun! Plus, dude. Hyunjin. Do I need to say more? I hope you like it !❤️

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“I'm totally getting drunk tonight.” you exclaimed in annoyance, helping Felix to put some snacks on the table. “Mind telling me why?”, your friend asked grabbing some of the alcohol bottles he had in his cupboards, to place them near the snacks. “Dude, I'm studying like crazy. My life's basically books.”, you groaned, while placing down cups, “but apparently I'm not good enough to get in the top rankings. But guess who is? Hyunjin. Again!”, frustration swang in your voice, as you spoke about your long-time rival.

“He's not even studying!”, you added, throwing your arms in the air. Felix chuckled next to you, a grin gracing his face. “You really need to let off some steam.”, he said, making you roll your eyes at him. “I don't have time for such distraction.”, you hissed and looked at the clock, pretty sure that your friends will arrive soon to your small gathering.

“I don't even get why you're so annoyed by Hyunjin. We're in the same group of friends after all. And I honestly think you two would hit it off-”, you stopped Felix in his sentence, putting a hand on his mouth to keep it silent for a second.

“He annoys me because he doesn't study and is still beating me in every single seminar. That's fucking unfair. Plus, he is arrogant and annoying.”, you muttered, a sigh leaving your lips as you waited for the doorbell to finally ring. If you were being totally honest, you weren't even sure why exactly Hyunjin was taking your last nerve. Maybe it was the way he always grinned at you in that stupid cheeky way whenever you had to take an exam. Or maybe how he always asked about the rankings in the group chat – even though he were perfectly aware of the fact that he was better than you. Every. Single. Time. But maybe it was how he always tried to tease you every chance he got. And maybe – just maybe, because he was ridiculously good-looking for being such a pain in the ass.

When the doorbell finally rang you rushed out of the kitchen, hearing Felix laugh behind you. The first person who greeted you was your best friend, two bottles of eggnog in her arms. “Damn, you do know what I need.”, you chuckled as you hugged her. “I always do, love.”, she winked and pecked your cheek before disappearing in the kitchen, greeting Felix. The rest of the group just walked in after her, greeting you with hugs and even more booze. Last but not least, Hyunjin entered the door and grinned at you. “Just saw the new rankings.”, he clicked his tongue, sighing at you while walking past you, “I'm still at number one.”, he whispered into your ear, before entering the kitchen as well, leaving you behind. Ass.

You felt Felix's eyes on you as soon as you entered the kitchen as he handed you a glass of eggnog. “Exactly what I need.”, you mumbled and took the cup, taking big sips, enjoying the sweet flavour on your tongue.

“I honestly thought I might fail that one sociology exam. I swear, I didn't study a bit.”, you heard Hyunjin brag to Minho but you clearly saw how he looked at you with that stupid grin on his stupidly beautiful lips. “Yeah, right.”, you snorted before rolling your eyes at him, taking another sip from your drink, trying to keep you sane. “I'm sure you'll be better than me the next time.”, he said, shrugging his shoulders before chuckling.

“You know what's better than sex?”, your best friend whispered in your ear, making you jump slightly as you didn't even hear her appearing next to you. “Angry sex. Letting off some steam, you know.”, she added, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes as hard as humanly possible and grabbed a second cup full of eggnog after already finishing the first one.

Your eyes wandered over to Hyunjin, who casually leaned against the wall, talking to Minho and Felix. He wore his longer blonde hair in a loose ponytail, messy strands of hair falling down on his shoulders in soft waves. You let your gaze continue to wander over his figure, how his black leather pants hugged his figure and how his fitted shirt showed off his upper body. “I'm telling you.”, your friend whispered still right by your side, obviously following your gaze, “If I were single, you know.”, you freed your gaze from Hyunjin's figure and looked at her brown eyes, which winked at you. “God, stop it. He's arrogant and annoying.”, you sighed, before biting your tongue. You looked up for a second, just to meet Hyunjin's gaze, which nonchalantly eyed you just the way you did with him, before a mild grin appeared on his face and he looked back to his friends. Damn it.

An hour later you were peacefully munching on some crackers your friend handed you between your cups of eggnog. “Oh wow, I see an empty cup and that's a crime!”, you heard Felix say, dramatically putting his hand on his heart to show his shock. “I already had-”, you started your sentence, but Felix interrupted you, “Nonsense! You need more!”, and before you could protest he filled your cup and chuckled as soon as you took your first sip.

You started to feel the warmth inside of you, leaving you all fuzzy. For a moment you felt like your mind wasn't about studying and grades, which you enjoyed to the fullest. You let your eyes wander through the room, watching how your friend was nuzzled against Chan's arm, while talking to him and how Minho tried to play Jenga against Changbin but lost for the third time in a row, which let the boys around them laugh out loudly. You chuckled, watching how he pouted and said that Changbin was probably cheating or else he wouldn't be able to win. Your eyes searched for Felix and maybe even for Hyunjin - which you would obviously never admit in a sober state of mind, but you couldn't see either of them.

As your bladder was filled with alcohol you naturally needed to go to the bathroom for a moment. Staying in front of the sink you checked your Make-Up you put on fro the night, after washing your hands. You slowly turned your face from side to side, checking if everything was still set and looking okay-ish. You left the bathroom with a small smile on your lips, heading through the floor until you suddenly had to stop in your tracks as Hyunjin nearly ran into you.

“Oh sorry, didn't see you there.”, he said with a small chuckle. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You look really pretty tonight.”, you heard him say and for a second you thought you lost your ability to breath. ´”What?”, you asked furrowing your brows. “I said, that you look really pretty tonight.”, he repeated calmly.

“So I'm usually ugly?”, you snorted back at him.

“No. You actually look pretty every day but especially tonight.”, he answered, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, stop making fun of me, idiot.”, you rolled your eyes, wanting to go back to the others but your legs just didn't want to move.

“I'm not making fun of you-”, he started.

“Seriously, shut up, Hyunjin.”, you interrupted his sentence, “Honestly, you're an arrogant and annoying ass.”, you snorted, feeling how the booze in your system made you feel way more confident than you used to be.

“What annoys you about me?”, he asked you while moving a step closer to you.

“Everything. Your teasing and always being better than me, without actually studying.”, you started but you felt how your voice got just a tad shakier when you felt him shifting in front of you.

“Honestly, it's unfair. Would be easier you if you weren't that hot.”, you said before even realizing what words left your mouth. The alcohol in your system not even letting you feel ashamed over what you said.

Hyunjin chuckled in front of you. “Did you just call me hot?”, he asked but you shook your head.

“Nope. That's the eggnog speaking. Not me.”, you laughed and tried to focus your eyes on anything else beside his body who was moving dangerously close to yours.

“Ah, bummer.”, he sighed in front of you, “would be great if it were you speaking.”, he added and a small smile graced his lips.

“Why?”, you asked, your eyes finally able to actually look at his.

“Well, because I wouldn't feel stupid for saying that I actually think you're attractive, too.”, he chuckled once more.

“What?” you asked, completely dumbfounded, not quite sure if you're brain was even able to process this conversation.

“Jeez, I'm kinda confessing here. Would you mind meeting me halfway here?”, he sighed. At first you were annoyed but as soon as you saw his lips turn into a small smile you just blinked at him, realizing that he maybe wasn't even making fun of you at all.

“Hyunjin.”, you said slowly, “You're annoying. And arrogant.”, you said, replying what just came out of your mouth minutes ago.

“Yeah, you already said that. Thank you, by the way. It's not like I was complimenting you or anything.”, he responded.

“Annoying. Arrogant. Stupid.”, you whispered, while staring at Hyunjins face, your eyes wandering over every of his features. His deep brown eyes, with that small mole under his left one.

His small nose and those perfectly shaped, stupid lips on which your gaze rested for a couple seconds. You secretly wondered how they would actually feel on yours. You wanted to know how the fabric of his shirt felt under your hands and his bare skin under your fingertips. You needed to know how it felt like, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you and how it would feel to have his slender hands on your body.

“I'm curious.”, you whispered as you moved closer to him until you could feel his breath on you cheek. Your eyes wandered back to his, which were locked on you. You felt how one of his hands cupped your cheek, his thumb softly running over your bottom lip, leaving you with goosebumps. Your breath quickened, when you let your hand rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest. You let your hand wander up over his shoulder to let it rest on his neck, until you slowly pulled him closer to you until your lips finally connected with his.

They were soft and tasted sweet like eggnog, gently moving against yours in perfect sync. Your other hand joined the one already resting on his neck, pressing him even closer to you, which made him smile softly into the kiss. Hyunjin's hands wandered down your back, until they rested on your hips. Chills went down your spine, warmth slowly spreading through your body which wasn't coming from the alcohol. It felt like you were finally doing that one thing your body and heart told you to do so many times but you never gave in - until now.

Just when you thought about how good it actually felt to kiss him, he moved his lips away from yours, his eyes looking at yours.

“Curiosity satisfied?”, he whispered. You looked at him for a moment, letting your hands wander over the fabric of his shirt until you let them rest on his chest. Your hands shortly continued their way over his arms, until your hands were over his, which were still resting on your hips. He let you intertwine your fingers with his, leaving you in complete control over the situation. You looked over his face again, feeling an urge to just place a kiss on his skin, so you placed them on his neck for a quick second, leaving soft, quick kisses on his jawline and his cheek. “Not quite.”, you whispered back at him, before pressing your lips on his again but this time you wanted more, you needed more, completely unbothered by the fact that you were still standing in the floor of your apartment at a party.

His lips were just as soft as before, slowly moving against yours, making you hum. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, his arms now gently around your waist, pressing you closer to his body to eliminate the air between them. You had to admit, kissing Hyunjin felt amazing. Like something you've wanted and waited for. You enjoyed how gentle he was, even when he smoothly let his tongue slip into your mouth for a moment, deepening the kiss, leaving your body with goosebumps all over again. Even now, he let you take control, kissing in your own tempo and exactly how you wanted and needed it.

He let you wander your hands over his upper body, exploring the softness of his skin. You wanted to touch every inch of his body, the urge to feel him nearly overwhelming you. Between all the teasing and glancing, all the cheeky grins and smirks you were curious. Curious how it would feel to feel that pretty mouth of his on yours.

You enjoyed the physical sensation, how his hands gently stroke your back, until they reached for your head, holding you tightly. You were surprised about the gentleness of his hands, about the way he touched you.

“More.”, you whispered between kisses, feeling how Hyunjin smiled against your lips. You lightly dug your fingers in his neck, connecting your lips again, feeling how his tongue entered your mouth once more. This time, you felt more pressure behind his kiss, as if he waited for you to allow him to do so. His hands slid down the sides of your torso, sending chills over yogr body, before resting on your hips. You felt how his grip tightened a little bit more and you smirked before grinding your body against his. A small gasp escaped his mouth and you wondered what other sounds you could possible coax out of it. You could feel how his kisses increased in intensity, his lips always connecting with yours, his tongue gently playing with yours. You needed to know what sinful things those lips were able to do.

“Oh my God. Finally!”, you jumped away from Hyunjin, heart beating rapidly in your chest, as soon as you heard Felix yelling from the other side of the floor. “Jeez, this took way too long.”, he added and sighed in relief. Another head popped up next to him, belonging to your best friend, which raised a fist and smiled.

“Dude, I said eggnogg is the solution!” you stared at the two of them while listening to some excited screams from the kitchen as soon as the others saw you, too.

“You owe me a 20, Minho!”, your best friend screamed back at the kitchen and started to laugh. “I swear, I made like a hundred bucks tonight.”. She looked at you and Hyunjin, giving you a cheeky smile. “Anyway, we don't want to disturb you two any longer so we will be hanging out in the kitchen.”, she wiggled her brows, “with the doors closed and music playing so please, continue.”

Felix laugh halls through the floor before he turned around and closed the door to the kitchen behind the group, leaving you alone with Hyunjin again.

“Not awkward at all.”, you whispered to Hyunjin, whose arm was around your waist. You looked at each other and immediately started laughing together at the absurdness of the whole situation.

“I can't believe they actually made bets with money,”, he responded, placing a soft kiss on your temple. You smiled, closing your eyes for a moment.

“So, what do you wanna do now?”, you asked him, looking at his twinkling eyes.

“Continue?”, he answered with a grin before wrapping both of his arms around you again, and placing his lips on yours once more.

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