#also I can’t believe im getting my own money!
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Peter is brand Taylor talking to real Taylor, I Look in People’s Windows is real Taylor talking to brand Taylor (the two were supposed to become one, but the more famous she gets the harder it is)😭😭
The whole theme of the album is Taylor herself and her career and how the industry has affected her, joe/matty/travis/kim are just red herrings bye im gonna go cry listening to Peter
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I’m not saying that some songs aren’t about those specific people, I’m just saying they’re only PART OF the theme, I believe her father (and other big heads in the industry) had a big influence on her career and forced her to stay in the closet from the very beginning, that messed her up, she had to hide her true self and keep bearding, and in 2019 she planned to come out but didn’t because of the masters heist, now it’s because she’s gotten more famous than ever that she has too much to lose. So maybe these men he dated, she did like them and she had multiple feelings when these relationships ended, but it’s all part of who the industry had made her into; she had one true love (maybe Karlie) but she couldn’t be with that person that’s why some songs are about a true deep love lost, but that’s still part of the “her career” theme, because of her career, she can’t be with that person. (more details⬇️)
What’s really interesting in this theme is that she’s calling out her father in multiple songs because he really made her life harder…
In Cassandra, (the obvious theory is that Cassandra representing gaylors bc we’ve been saying the truth but never believed. And the first verse is about her getting the news of her masters heist just before her coming out plan, and then “stone’s thrown” is referencing Stonewall.) And in the bridge “They knew the whole time that I was onto something. The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line. They all said nothing. Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul” she’s saying her family knew something but said nothing because greed and money, we saw the leaked emails of her father and how he cares more about making money out of Taylor’s career than caring about her as his daughter, so I think this bridge is about her father, also about religious trauma may or may not due to him.
In The Bolter, “A curious child, ever reviled by everyone except her own father. With a quite bewitching face, splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, excellent fun 'til you get to know her, then she runs like it's a race” she’s talking about herself being a precocious uniquely intelligent ambitious child, which everyone reviled except her father. why? because he wanted to invest money on her, he controlled how she conducted her career from the beginning.
What’s crazier is that Robin may be about her father too. That song sounds like a sweet song but she’s faking it like “all this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness”. If she’s referring to her father (only wanting to make money out of her career) in this song then “you’re an animal, you are bloodthirsty” makes so much more sense. And the “buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep it from you in sweetness” her father probably knows about her queerness but wants her and everyone to keep it quiet.
In But Daddy I Love Him, “people only raise you to cage you” is pretty obvious about her father forcing her to stay in the closet, and “people try and save you cause they hate you” is literally about homophobes. “Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid” is about her father laying all the plans for her, which isn’t always what she wants. “I'd rather burn my whole life down, than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace” reminds me of that scene in Miss Americana where her father was lecturing why she couldn’t public her opinions. “Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me. And counteract the chemistry, and undo the destiny” is so queer coded. “Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see / You ain't gotta pray for me” another reference to religious trauma.
So all of this, about her father, about her lover and other men, it’s all connected to her career and she’s looking back at it, thinking and reflecting on it, that’s it that’s the blog
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Soooo first post ever and it is because i have gone down the #humansarespaceorcs rabbit hole, and my train of thought was:
Yes humans are weird and do strange things to survive. But more specifically we do weird things to our surroundings to survive, many different things.
What if, it has been a decade or two since the humans joined what ever coalition or council of aliens that work together and as a species they are mostly well known for their ability to grow crops under the worst circumstances (soil, climate anything) ofcourse the other deathworld apex predator human traits make the rounds but over time they seem to assume we cannot surprise them anymore.
Everyone knows that if a planet is ‘owned’ by a certain species they have to pay tax to the coalition, so planets that aren’t particularly useful are undesirable.
This particular planet p-jx-5£2 has been moved around endlessly, given with trade deals to get rid of it. P-jx-5£2 is 97% water, with a very high salt level so inhabitable for all developed aliens. Even though the atmosphere is a nice oxygen base and the gravitational pull allright most for the coalition members the fast spinning moon and the planets quick pace around its sun make the water move and tides switch every 2.5 hours keeping no land dry outside of low tide.
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The tall Avian alian il’trexz was elated this day was going to be great, a trade deal with the hardy humans and getting rid of a useless money drain, they didn’t have a clue what they were signing up for!
Turning towards the much smaller bipedal species standing in front of the window looking down on the blue planet that just came into their possession the strange creature mumbled something to them selves, frowning Il’trezx asks ‘im sorry what did you say, you spoke but the translator didn’t pick it up?’ The human (Steve) turned to him away from the window ‘my apologies, i was talking to myself, i said that we had to send the dutch.’ Il’trezx looked befuddled ‘the dutch? Is that some kind of animal?’
Steve threw his head back and made a series of sounds that ruffled the Avians feathers and had he not known it was a laugh it would have made him run for the hills ‘HA I’m going to tell Andreas you said that, no the Dutch is what call people from a country on earth that specialise in these kinds of climates, they’ve been begging for a challenge since they stopped the flooding on the umavi home world.’ With feathers puffed up Il’trezx wonders ‘and they are going to do what? This is an impossible planet’ immediately clasping his beak he looks a the human to see if he seemed angry at being swindled, but to his surprise Steve just looks at him ‘hm so you believe we can’t use this planet. Allright let’s make a bet.’ Interested Il’trezx leans in closer ‘what kind of bet?’ A predatory grin spreads on the bipedal aliens face ‘if we make less of this planet than the amount of tax we have to pay over it we will cover all trade costs for this quarter, insurance, travel all of it.’ Eagerly Il’trezx starts nodding ‘but’ Steve keeps going ‘if we do make more of this planet you will do the same.’
The bet is put onto paper and the higher ups of both parties also agree. In 5 years the Avians would be back and they would balance the costs to the benefits. When they departed Il’trezx says too Steve ‘you must have a lot of faith in these “dutch” ‘ the man grins teeth bared ‘ofcourse, after all they conquered water before’
The five years pass and stories have been going around of a new energy supplier from the humans, producing enough energy to run 78% of their ships and several facilities. Nobody seems to know where it is coming from but no new pollution is measured in any of these facilities. None of this bothers the Avians, after all humans come up with new things all the time.
The five years are up and Il’trezx is invited to the planet with a group of advisors and other officials, the planet which apparently they have renamed to ‘posy’ which is supposed to be short for some kind of sea god from their olden days.
On arrival the amount of coming and going baffles them massive groups of ships docking or docked and all somehow attached to wires that run into machines.
The planets change alone was awe inspiring, two cities on opposite sides of the planet and what seems like millions of weird blades attached to high poles every where. Strange wheels and long walls between towers rising from the rapidly moving waters.
This… this was their new energy source. They somehow made a battery of this uninhabitable planet and then built a home.
On the meeting place Steve is waiting with a man slightly taller than him. Spreading his arms the smaller human says ‘welcome to Poseidon, this is Andreas our main mechanic here. He has been here with planning since orbit 1.’
After the introductions were done Andreas led the group through what they called the Northern city and showed on his device the steps it took to get a foothold and how they proceeded from there, mentioning that many of these steps his home country had used thousands of year ago to gain land from sea, and energy from the movement of water and air. They specialised in this form of terra forming and it showed.
The Avians were astounded, not having realised that there was more than one kind of way the Humans had battled their environment even beating back the waters of their world.
Without a doubt the humans had won the bet and had another legend added to their name. More and more humans showed that with the right motivation they could settle right about anywhere.
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So yea… my stupid little idea. Hopefully someone will enjoy it. I just liked the idea of specific cultures and stuff. specialising in certain things.
Edit: im amazed people seem to like it! If people have ideas or other cultures they think would baffle aliens, im certainly willing to try and write something
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just please teach me
michael gavey x bimbo!reader
authors note - i can’t resist this man…..he’s so nerdy and hot. also meant for female!reader
warnings - dumbification, kinda mean michael, a little praise, degradation, perv!michael, the word slut, breeding kink, accidental breeding?
god michael couldn’t wait for this.
it was your first tutoring session with him. after your failed your first math test of the semester, you decided to get some help from the smartest man you knew, who also happened to sit next to you.
“hey, you’re like super smart right?”
you asked him, peeking over at the 100% on his test. he turned his head, internally surprised you were even talking to him.
“uh, yeah. yeah i am. do you need help?”
you nodded, pouting and practically shoving your test in his face.
“i can’t even believe it! i got a 53% on this test, it was like, super hard!”
you complained, crossing your arms; which just so happened to push up your breasts. they looked so good in that tight tank top you were wearing.
“you’re asking me to tutor you?”
you scoffed out of frustration.
“duh! i don’t wanna fail!”
he was going to be your tutor. it sounded like music to his ears. michael gavey was going to be personally teaching the cutest girl he knew.
and annoying.
you yourself weren’t annoying, but the fact that someone like you, who probably didn’t even know which direction an x axis pointed, could get into oxford university. probably on a huge helping of daddy’s money is what he thought. unlike him, who actually earned his place. nonetheless, he would tutor you.
he could have some fun with that.
he saw this situation in porn all the time. dumb schoolgirl goes to someone like himself to get help, and they end up fucking like rabbits. he didn’t have any experience with women in person, but he figured porn was close enough to the real thing, right?
he wondered how sweet your voice would sound begging for him.
“sooooo, does my place sound good? i have such a cute setup it’s like, unbelievable! and im free around 6 tonight.”
“yeah, of course. i guess ill be over then..!”
he knocked on your door, trying to stop his hands from shaking. he adjusted his glasses, waiting for you to open the door.
“mikey! you’re here!”
you opened the door and hugged him. he tried not to audibly moan from the sensation of your boobs pushing against him.
“just michael is fine!”
he blurted out, nervous that you were this close to him. would he even be able to survive this night?
“i dont have any extra chairs, so we can just study on my bed! how’s that?”
you asked, walking in your dorm and sitting on your bed.
he wouldn’t be able to survive. you said that so innocently, as if you didn’t understand what two people could do on a bed. as he walked over to your bed, he didn’t expect anything different. it was adorned with pink pillows and a huge fuzzy pink blanket. it was so you.
“the thing I wasn’t really understanding was number seven. i don’t even know where to start!”
he nodded, grabbing his supplies out of his bag. how could she not understand this one? it was the easiest by far. nonetheless, he explained it in the most basic way he could. you nodded, pretending to understand.
“okay, now you try.”
you smiled dumbly, attempting to try it on your own. you stopped shortly thereafter, flipping the pencil in your hand.
“i just don’t get it michael! maybe math just isn’t for me..”
you leaned in closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. you felt defeated. defeated by some numbers on a page. he sighed in annoyance. he did like this feeling, but he didn’t like your dumb little brain. maybe he could take advantage of that. he only dreamed of that, though. tricking you into pleasing him. giving you a ‘reward’ for finally get 100% on your tests. you’d probably love that too.
“ill probably drop math. its too hard! i dont know how you do it. you’re so smart michael.”
“well you’re not even trying are you? you just have to think, y/n!”
“i am so trying!”
you loosely hugged michael. he could feel himself starting to get hard. why’d you have to be so handsy with him?
“thanks for helping me though! you’re so smart michael.”
he felt himself twitch in his pants. he couldn’t take it anymore. he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.
you felt his lips press against your own soft, glossed lips. he pulled away quickly, already preparing for the worst. you would push him off your bed, throw his bag at him and yell at him to leave. instead, you grabbed his sleeve.
“please don’t leave mikey.”
how could he refuse you?
he moved closer to you, going in for another kiss. you were an aphrodisiac. so irresistible. made for him to fuck.
you shook your head, kissing all over his face.
“it’s totally fine, please just stay here.”
he gently pushed you down onto the bed, kissing and sucking on your neck. fuck, you were so nice. your skin was so soft and plush, and your voice sent him into a spiral.
“is this your first time mikey?”
“y-yeah. i know you probably think that’s pathetic or weird or-“
“mikey. please just fuck me. i don’t care.”
those were the sweetest words he ever heard. he could cum right then and there.
“god, fuck, can i ask you something?”
he asked.
“are you on birth control?”
you shook your head. fuck, for some reason that was even hotter.
“ill pull out, don’t worry.”
you nodded, noticeably absentminded. you were so dumb, and it was so cute to him. he was known around campus for his smarts and talent in math. and now he had, which was quite possibly, the dumbest girl at his university under his thumb. it felt so good.
“i trust you mikey.”
he smirked as he pressed continuous kisses into your neck and chest, experimentally pushing his hands underneath your cute tank top and groping your breasts. you whined underneath him, taking your top and yanking it over your head to expose your chest.
“you’re so cute. just let me take care of you, okay?”
he licked and sucked on your chest, trailing his way down your body until he got to your little cute shorts. god this boy was a freak. you helped him get your shorts off of you, exposing your bare cunt to him. you squeezed your legs together, a feeble attempt in covering yourself.
“why be shy now? you already teased me for half the semester.”
you nodded at his remark, leaning your head back. he teased, kissing up your thighs. michael’s smirk was criminal as he placed a gentle kiss on your pussy. you bucked your hips and moaned on him. he gently prodded your entrance with his long fingers, slowly inserting two of them inside you. he chuckled as he moved his fingers in and out.
“mikey i-“
“you’re what? wet as a bloody fountain? because you are.”
you let out a pornstar-esque moan and feebly grabbed in his direction. you needed him inside you.
“mikey please just fuck me! please!”
you shouted out, rocking your hips into his fingers gently. he grinned and stood up to take off his pants, as well as unzipping his coat.
“i don’t get it.”
you said bluntly, looking up at him.
“what?”
“your shirt. I don’t get it.”
you pointed to his shirt.
‘not all math puns are awful. just sum.’
you shared a moment of brief awkwardness.
“it’s like how the result of an addition-“
“i didn’t ask for more math! just come over here michael!”
he quickly nodded and took off his stupid shirt, leaving it on the floor next to the bed. he climbed over you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“are you sure?”
“please just do it already mikey!”
you whined. he always knew you were bratty. he would love to put you in your place though. he slid himself into you, gasping at the warmth and tightness of your pussy. he slowly slid all the way in, swearing under his breath as he did. you were definitely made for him. so warm, so soft, so perfect. he placed a hand on your lower stomach, feeling himself inside you.
“you’re so warm holy fuck, I can’t believe im inside you right now.”
he blurted out, slowly starting to move. michael was definitely a little above average. so goes the trope of nerdy white guys. the largeness of him made you feel so full, so stuffed. you couldn’t handle it already. tears pricked at your eyes as you slung your legs onto his shoulders. michael wasted no time fucking himself into you, letting out all sorts of lewd noises.
“can’t believe im the one doing this. always thought you’d be with someone like felix, fuck.”
he grabbed at your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock. another loud, indecent moan was let out of you.
“im the one fucking you, no one else gets to have this dumb little cunt.”
he tilted his head up, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“im all yours mikey, please just keep fucking me!”
you cried, grabbing onto his hands on your hips. he grabbed your right hand with his left, pressing it right next to your head. his face was right next to yours as well now.
“nothing in that stupid head, huh? nothin’ but me fucking you right now. i always knew you were so simple.”
you clenched around him, leaving him to chuckle under his breath.
“you like that? me calling you dumb? knew you were a slut.”
michael’s smartass attitude definitely never left him. you shook your head unconvincingly. you did like it, but being a brat was so fun.
“i know you like it. you already feel like you’re gonna cum on me. poor little thing. probably forget everything you learned this semester just from this.”
he said with fake sympathy. it was true, you were close. you could feel his thrusts getting more erratic and needy, so you knew he was too. you just remembered you were supposed to have a math lesson today. oh well. you could always just google the answers.
“I don’t think im gonna be able to pull out, you’re so fucking warm and tight I can’t-“
you immediately came to your senses. you were admittedly dumb, but not dumb enough to let michael cum in you.
“michael please pull out-“
“i- fuck!”
he abruptly came inside you, his jaw slack as he aggressively rammed his hips into yours a few more times. the sensation of his filling you up was too much, and your orgasm shortly followed. he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.
“im so sorry y/n, you just-“
“ill figure it out mikey, just hold me.”
and he did. he laid on his side as he traced his thumb on your belly. you fell asleep soon thereafter, together.
#fanfic#fanfiction#saltburn#saltburn x reader#michael gavey#michael gavey x reader#saltburn smut#michael gavey smut#ewan mitchell
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Pretty on Purpose
HOW TO MAINTAIN A PRETTY AURA ON A BUDGET
beauty maintenance tips:
at home mani-pedi: having your nails done at a salon constantly can sometimes be hard to keep up with when you don’t have the budget for a 70-150$ set every 2 weeks, so pick up a at home acrylic set to do for yourself along with some cute nail polish for your toes💅🏽 I usually stick to a super cute but classic french manicure. KISS Salon Acrylic Nude set is so pretty + fits every skin tone! It retails for about 7 dollars + lasts for over a week! with great care they can stretched for two weeks.
kitchen face masks: im not crazy about DIY skincare because i do believe proper skin care products are specifically made to absorb into the skin, not just sit on top BUT i do understand running out of my favorite LUSH mask of magnaminty while i’m trying to save a coin or two can cause more stress pimples than my pretty face can afford. SO, a simple yet effective mask (+ only kitchen masks i’ll ever whip up) is my go-to. Try a mix of manuka honey (or any unfiltered RAW honey) and turmeric. That’s all, mix a small amount + apply to your skin for even tone and glowy skin. Also you can’t go wrong with a Aztec Healing Clay Mask, that’ll run you about 12 bucks.
style your natural hair: hair tends to be my BIGGEST beauty bill, so during times when i need save + my hair isn’t already in a style, i focus on styling my curls. Slick back buns + ponytails are my go-to. It’s simple, sleek, + super cute! If managing your natural hair is too much, braiding hair is about 5-8 $ per pack, this’ll be a great time to sit in front a mirror, prop up that laptop + find a good tutorial on easy braid styles. Learn how to do knotless braids on yourself or those super adorable North West chunky braids, building skill during this time could not only save you money but with practice, save you the hassle we all experience dealing with hairstylist.
body mist + perfume minis: idk about y’all but when i look + SMELL good, i feel good. Running out your favorite fragrances during a time when you don’t have the extra cash to re-up can be like losing an old and familiar friend, look up the notes in that fragrance + make your way to a department store like Marshall’s, Ross, TJ Maxx, Burlington, Walmart or Target + get a body mist or perfume dupe! Marshall’s + TJ Maxx usually carry a travel size of many lux perfumes. If you’re obsessed with Juicy Couture fragrances like me, they’re always at these places for super low prices too. Body mists with similar notes can give you a more affordable fragrance option too. To keep body mists scent lingering a little longer try to pick up a similar scented body oil. These options shouldn’t cost you more than 20$, unless your aiming for the perfume dupes or smaller sizes of your favorites, most of them are going for 20-40$ which is a lot more affordable than the 120+ dollars we spend on full size perfumes.
shop your own closet + make a wishlist: shopping sprees are my favorite past time, but saving money can put a quick halt to that hobby. So instead I tend to focus on what i already have, pick out my favorites + literally style them in as many ways as i can- this is also a great time to develop your styling skill, experiment with different pairings + what not. If you just enjoy being out shopping like myself, there is nothing wrong with window shopping for yourself, i call it ‘wishlist hunting’. Go out, get yourself a nice lil lunch, grab ice coffee or chai latte and hit up your favorite stores. There is no law against browsing! (lol but avoid luxury stores or boutique due to them most times having a policy against browsing) Anyways, browse your favorite stores + make note of your next pick ups once you’re able to. It’s like manifesting lol. It also gives you something to look forward to once you’re able to splurge so you won’t be frivolously spending once you get extra coin.
mental health maintenance:
to be transparent, being in tight spot financially can sometimes cause me to worry + feel stressed, even if i’m able to manage all my bills + food. Not having extra money to do the things i want, the way i want can be depressing. My mental + emotional well-being is more important to me than just looking pretty, i want to feel that way too. Being pretty also means my thoughts aren’t against me, especially about things out of my control. Being pretty means that i’m in high energy, not only to be kind to others but kind to myself. Ive been dealing with chronic depression + anxiety since i was 14, so maintaining the things that bring me joy + comfort me is prioritized during times of worry or stress. Being pretty isn’t just about my nails + hair staying done, being pretty is knowing i’m in a safe space with myself so i wont act out in ugly ways. A lot of people don’t acknowledge how managing finances can add to stress + sadness, why should i allow myself to be angry and anxious? that’s ugly to me. Therapy isn’t always accessible or affordable, so journaling is my go-to until i’m able to access professional mental health services. A super cute girls and thems night in is great for the heart, vent it out with your closest friends. Volunteering is free! it’s a great way to give back during a time when you may not have the funds to and gets you out of your mind about things out of your control. Donate or sell some old clothes to help other itgrls on a budget be pretty on purpose. Something about seeing other people appreciate things you don’t show enough love to anymore is good for the conscious.
remember, there is no one in this universe who can be you better than yourself and who you are should not depend on how much or how little you have at any given moment.
xoxo, itgrl Pier
#black women#pink tumblr#pretty on purpose#itgrl#girly tips#soft life#black girl luxury#black women luxury#video vixen
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that night- j. yunho : pt. 3
a/n: heyyyy girl did you miss me 😋 i know i know. after i reread the first 2 parts of this fic, im starting to feel like its already going NOWHERE. but!! i hope this part makes up for all the weirdness in the first couple of parts.
this chapter is a little short
warnings: mentions of self harm, mentions of sex (if you squint), drug use, swearing, use of the word ‘pookie’ only once, reader starts to second guess if she’s at fault
enjoy!
🤍🪩☁️
you watch your phone ding twice after you wipe your tears, processing the fact that yunho just walked into your apartment for the first time ever. you felt like none of it was real, that it was simply a blur that he came to your home, cried to you, kissed your forehead and promised he’d change.
yunho often kept his promise, thus leaving a feeling of confusion on your heart. you decide to ignore what your heart is telling you to do, and instead, listening to your brain:
you trusted him once before, and he fucked it up. don’t do that to yourself again, y/n
no matter how hard you try to ignore the messages on your phone from yunho’s support buddy, you can’t. what could mingi want at this hour?
y/n: hi, whats up?
*seen just now*
mingi.?: can i call you? i wanna talk to u ab smth rq
mingi.?: i stole ur number from yun
y/n: sure.?
as you respond to mingi, you wait a few seconds before mingi’s called ID pops up on your phone. the last thing you need right now is to talk about yunho— and if he calls for just that, you’d rather hang up and sit in silence as you literally haven’t even recovered from that entire show that just took place not even an hour ago.
“hello?” he speaks.
“hey, m-ming…mingi?” you try to pronounce his name, thinking you forgot his name, but he’s quick to confirm that you’d pronounced it right.
“yeah you said it right. how are you, y/n? how’s everything going?” you think he’s only starting small talk just to get to the topic of yunho.
“i could be better but for now i’m okay. how are you, mingi? what makes you call me at this hour?”
“if i’m being honest, i was going to ask you how you and yunho were putting up since i know he just got home from your place. he looked pretty fucked up, y/n.” you feel like he’s guilt tripping you, but you also feel like he’s part of the reason you got to see yunho tonight.
“we didn’t really talk much, he explained what happened that night and i know he regrets it— well, i like to believe he regrets it. plus, i really don’t know why it took him so long to reach out to me through san. because if he really wanted to reach out to me, he wouldn’t just send me pathetic ass texts and not have san call me.”
you and mingi both know that yunho’s texts were not pathetic. they— in fact— made your heart sink, and got you to seeing yunho, even though you didn’t want to be reminded of him, those texts are the reason you still saw him.
“i talked to him a couple years ago and we found each other at our lowest. we met at rehab— he was very much into popping pills and inflicting pain onto himself so i decided to help him out since we were going through the same thing. he had no place to stay, he sold his apartment because he owed that fucker san drug money. i took him into my apartment and i helped him build his credit score and save up to get his own place. he ended up buying a house bigger than mine. no matter what he does, he’s never really happy. i’ve known yunho long enough to know that he is not himself. listen, y/n. i’m not trying guilt trip you, but yunho really did love you. a lot of us do things we shouldn’t but that’s not an excuse. people fuck up, and you don’t have to forgive him, but give him the room to change in a way that shows how much he regrets doing that to you. i’m not saying you need to forgive him now or anything, but let your logic do it’s thing. goodnight, y/n. call me if anything changes.”
mingi hangs up the phone, leaving your head empty and full at the same time. so much happened today, and the last thing you needed was mingi unpacking everything to you.
yunho never mentioned that in his texts. since the both of you were together, yunho was too scared to touch a drug— that being part of the reason he never got along with san.
your pink nail polish is laid out on the floor in crumbles as you’ve picked it all off your nails. you think twice or three times over about how yunho was so broken over what he did to you. he’s the victim in his own story.
you are broken, but you didn’t feel like you were allowed to be hurt— though you have every right to be.
while you and yunho were together, you often refused sex when you got back from work, claiming that you were ‘too tired’ or ‘too busy’ to pay yunho any attention. you can’t remember the last date you had with yunho.
your thoughts cloud your brain as you slowly start to feel like you’re part of the reason he’d cheated on you.
“we hadn’t had sex in like 4 months so i started to believe it.”
“they said you don’t deserve someone like me.”
“they said you can’t handle me”
you walk over to your kitchen, grabbing your lighter and heading back to your balcony. as the night sky hugs your home, you start to mentally prepare yourself for the next few months. you’ve cancelled every lash booking you had for the next week and a half, not being in the right headspace for anything.
you pick up your phone, calling wooyoung.
“it’s 3 in the morning go back to sleep.” he groans. you caught him at the wrong time, hearing a female voice in the back moaning and breathing heavy.
“can you come over? i need you here.” you light your cigarette, the smoke clouding the air in front of you.
“i’m on my way.”
in almost 7 minutes, your best friend is sitting right by you, throwing the cigarette off the balcony. he notices how your nose and eyes are puffy from crying, how your gaze is absent. he puts his lazy hand around your shoulders, pulling you to lean on his own.
“i’m guessing it didn’t go well?” he asks, his baggy flannel smells like comfort, making your eyes well up in tears, in appreciation for your best friend.
“i’m sorry, wooyoung. i keep crying to you. i’m just so overwhelmed and so much shit is unfolding tonight, i just wanna run away from everything bro.” you sniffle into his chest, his hand rubbing on the small of your back.
“hey, it’s okay. it’s okay to cry. talk to me when you’re ready. i’m here to listen, babes.” he rubs and shushes you, as you relax against his hands.
“we talked about what happened that night and how it happened. he said he just didn’t feel like i wanted him anymore and because we didn’t have sex in like 4 months he started to believe what sara and maya were saying.”
“what were they saying?”
“they were saying shit like i didn’t deserve someone like him and that i was stupid to believe i could have someone like him. then when he left he kissed my forehead and walked out and that just was the cherry on top.”
“shit, y/n. i’m sorry.” he stops rubbing your back as you sit up facing him. he brings his hand up to wipe your tears and fix your hair.
“what else, babe?”
“then like an hour after he left, mingi texted me and when i saw it he asked to call. then i said yeah and called me and he told me how yunho was coping when we split. he said he got into drugs and started doing self harm and shit, he sold his apartment cus he owed san money for drugs and he had to get into rehab for it all. he told me how yunho regrets everything but i don’t know, woo. what do i do?” you breathe. you don’t wanna keep crying, but it’s all you can do.
“how’d you feel after the talk with yunho?” he questions.
“i don’t know. i just feel like i wanna give him room to change cus i feel like he would. but then again, he cheated once and he literally said he wanted to leave but i was holding him back from doing what he wanted. i feel like a burden on him even when we’re not together anymore. and i don’t wanna have to go through that again.”
“first of all, you’re the victim. i don’t know why mingi is making it seem like you’re to blame. second of all, i’m not gonna tell you what you should do. all i will say, is that you need hella time to figure it out. listen to your brain, y/n. not your heart. your heart will tell you to do things impulsively, it’s why your brain is up here, and your heart is right under it. your brain will lead you to do the most logical thing and what’s best for you. ’ll support you, no matter what choice you make. but please make the right one.” he kisses your temple, bringing you back to lean on him again.
“woo,”
“yes, y/n.”
“i don’t know what the fuck i’d do if i lost you.”
“you interrupted the best fuck of my life, but i forgive you. don’t let it happen again.”
you laugh, following wooyoung’s giggle.
“i love you pookie”
“i love you, y/n. do you want me to stay the night?” he watches the stars twinkle and dance, taking in the feeling of his best friend in need, and him being the only person who could make you feel at ease— something he would never take for granted.
“please.”
wooyoung giggles lightly as the both of you stand up to head to bed, falling asleep much easier than the night before.
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hi its me, the one who asked u for the exam prep fic w jay.
i want some angst. Its because im going through that rn. HE FELL FIRST BUT SHE FELL HARDER, where jay gives up on their "friendship" because the reader was too busy denying her feelings for him. (u can end it w some fluff if u want heh) Doesnt necessarily havw to be with jay btw any member from enhypen u think fits best for this works.
its alright if u dont want to!!
a/n: oh hi anon☺️ oh my god but this request phew😮💨 prepare the tissues bc I feel like i’m gonna make this too angsty. of course, i’m gonna end it off on a good note. my heart can’t handle not getting a happy ending.
pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader
genre: angst but fluff towards the end
warning: talks about cutting/self-harm and depression (do proceed with caution). mentions of dead parents. I believe I made this too angsty so i am sorry. you do end up with jay though so that’s the good part. i did also change up a bit bc i believe that i have triggered someone with jake like ‘slut-shaming’ you. i am so sorry for that part.
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our friendship
10 years of friendship.
down the drain just like that. all because of your selfishness. you couldn’t forget the way jay’s hands trembled as he voices out his feelings.
you felt like the villain for not believing him. denying your own feelings for him. you couldn’t love him. it was impossible, not when jay was for someone else. you couldn’t provide him with the affection he deserves. you were a broken record.
“why did you hurt him?” sunghoon asks.
— placing this in case the read more messes up —
“i didn’t mean to.” you nonchalantly say. the boy sighs.
“i know you didn’t mean to but I know you’re just hurting yourself too.”
“i’m not hurting myself.”
“when was the last time you ate properly?”
you kept quiet. jay usually made sure you ate on time, even if you didn’t have enough money, he made sure to buy you a meal. your life wasn’t the best. your dad did drugs and was absent most of your life. your mom ran off with a foreigner. you were left alone to fend for yourself. no family member to care for you. you matured quicker than most kids because of that.
sunghoon places a carton of milk. your favourite. one that jay usually buys for you.
“take this. you haven’t had lunch.”
“it’s alright. I don’t like this flavour.” you lied.
“that’s a lie. both jake and I have seen you happily drinking it after jay places it on your desk.”
“well, i stopped liking it.”
“after jay left.”
“well, he left for a reason.”
“because he was heartbroken.”
“his mom wanted him to study in america. that’s his real reason.”
“he would’ve stayed for you, (name).”
“i don’t want to hold him back, sunghoon.” you glared at the boy. sunghoon sighs.
“you aren’t holding him back, he just loves you.”
“well, i don’t love him!”
“stop being in denial. you love him just much as he loves you. actually no, you love him way more than he could love you.”
“you’re bullshitting, sunghoon.”
“you’re going to regret saying this (name).”
you left sunghoon. you didn’t want to hear what he was saying because if you stopped denying, you’d hurt yourself. falling in love with your best friend was something scary. falling hard for your best friend was the worst.
it had been years since you graduated from high school. you haven’t heard much from sunghoon, jake or even jay. you had fell out of that friendship ever since the talk. for some odd reason, your old classmates had organised this get together since it had been a while. you were not preparing yourself to meet your friends from high school.
“(name).” heeseung yells out. you gave him a little smile.
“class president.” you say. he chuckles.
“it was for 1 term, (name).”
“you were still our class president.”
“the best one.” jake slings his arm around heeseung. heeseung groans as he attempts to push jake’s arms off.
“it’s been a while, (name).” jake says. his voice laces with venom which wasn’t how he was normally and how he was back then. you nearly wince at how his tone sounded.
you could feel a shiver creep up and you were actually scared of jake.
“uh, yes. i-it’s been a while.” you say. afraid of saying something wrong to get jake angry. honestly, he had a very good reason to get mad at you. you hurt jay. one of the first few people jake cared about.
after you hurt jay, jake had followed jay to America. where they both continued their studies to together. sunghoon visited them and eventually moved there a little to spend time and possibly study there too. eventually, all of them moved back here to continue college since they missed Seoul.
seeing jake in a long while, you realised you missed him and the friendship the both of you had. jake was sort of like a brother to you. he was the closest to you but of course he clearly chose jay. you wanted to walk away but jake grabs on your wrist. heeseung leaves, he could feel the heavy tension.
“I see you’re happy with how your life turned out.”
“what?”
“cut that bullshit. iseul told us. you go to parties and have fun as if you didn’t do anything wrong! it’s disgusting, after you hurt your own best friend’s feelings?”
“jaeyun-”
“don’t call me that. we aren’t friends anymore.”
it fell silent between the both of you, the sound of EDM playing in the background. tears prickling at your eyes. someone comes to pull jake off you. you knew that familiar cologne.
“jake, you shouldn’t fight here. just leave her alone.” jay says.
“she hurt you, jay. how could you just ignore that? she’s been living her life happily while you cried everyday back in America.”
“don’t.” jake shoves jay’s arm and walks away. jay turns to you. he attempts to touch your wrist but you moved back.
“(name).” the way he says your name was perfect. it felt right but you shouldn’t.
you shook your head. tears falling down.
“jay, please.”
his eyes caught sight of slashing marks. they seem pretty recent. he knows you were never one to harm yourself but what exactly happened?
you left the place that day. it was when you started to really close off. you see, after jay left. a whole series of bad luck just dumped onto you. your dad got into car accident and died on impact. your mom was diagnosed with cancer and she died months later. you were left alone having to work hard to earn your own money.
you could feel the burden of living alone just pile over you and you couldn’t take it anymore. everything was overwhelming. too overwhelming. even the feeling of pain wasn’t as immense as the burden you felt. which was why you started self-harming yourself. you loved the feeling of the blade cutting your skin, it was numbing.
“(name), could you please tell me the answer?” the lecturer asks as you were daydreaming. you easily answered and the lecturer hums.
the bell rings soon after and students start pouring out of the class. you tugged onto your hoodie arms, hoping the hide the latest cut. it was itchy and it started bleeding again when you went to pick on it. you simply placed a bandaid over it.
you were packing your things when you felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up.
“hi.” sunghoon says. you looked away, you couldn’t let him see you like this. you shouldn’t associate yourself with your old friend group. you walked away quick but sunghoon was fast. curse his long legs.
“(name).” he stops you and pulls back your hood. that’s when he realises the bloodshot look you had. he gasps a little.
“what happened to you?”
“didn’t sleep.”
“you look like you got hit by a truck.” he winced.
“maybe I did. what’s your problem?”
“look about what happened that day with jake at the reunion…”
“I forgive him. I deserve it after all.” you walked away but sunghoon tries to catch up to you.
“yeah but that doesn’t account for what he did to you.”
“he didn’t punch me. he just talked to me.”
“(name).”
“please, sunghoon. i don’t want to live in a world with guilt. I’ve already hurt jay enough and I don’t want to hurt jake too.”
“yeah but like I’ve said a long time ago. you’re hurting yourself too. I heard that you rarely ever go out besides actually spending time in school. you’ve gone from a social butterfly to an introvert.”
“what’s wrong with being an introvert.”
“it’s just not who you are (name).”
“so what if I am not who I was. people change sunghoon. i think it’s best if I stayed away from jay. we should have never cross paths.”
“but you like him.”
“yeah, I do. what will happen? hmm? jay doesn’t like me anymore, I know it. he’s probably already dating someone hot. someone that suits him. someone who isn’t me.”
“you are someone that suits me, (name).” jay voices out. you shook your head and turned around to jay.
“I am not right for you. you wouldn’t want an emotionally and mentally broken girl. I already lost my parents, I don’t want to lose anything anymore.”
“your parents are gone?”
“they’re dead. it’s been a year or two. after i graduated from high school…”
“(name).”
“jay, i’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my feelings but it’s too late. i am too broken.”
“you know I wouldn’t care if you’re too broken. I would’ve held you tight and cared for you.”
“jay, I just think we were on different levels. you were someone popular, smart and good looking. i’m just whatever this is.”
“I never cared about the stereotype. I loved you for who you were.”
“love is a strong word to describe how you’re feel about me.” you say. jay holds you close.
“but I do love you.”
“you wouldn’t understand, how much I feel for you.”
“then show me.”
“I can’t. not in public, where sunghoon and jake are staring at us.”
jake rolls his eyes, “go ahead and kiss. this idiot has been rooting for the both of you since high school.” he smacks sunghoon.
“what’s so wrong for hoping they’d get together. I thought they fit each other.” sunghoon glares at jake.
jay pecks your forehead, “we’ll take this slow until you feel better, hmm?”
and he did make you feel better.
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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 1)
Following is part 1 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-38 to 7-43.
Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!
Episode 7-38
(Beeeep, beeeep)
Idia: ….ZZzz…Z…
(Beeep beeep)
Idia: …..Ugh, would ya shuddup… Who is it?
(Idia answers the phone)
???: Ah, you finally picked up. It’s morning already, come on.
Idia: …Who are you?
Ortho: Who am I…? What, did you forget your own little brother? It’s me, Ortho.
Idia: Ortho? No, Ortho’s in my room…. Huh? Wait a sec…
Ortho: Big bro, we haven’t shared a room together since we were little kids. You sound like you’re still half-asleep.
Idia: But you and me are attending Night Raven College together… Huh. Huh? Ortho, where are you right now?
Ortho: What? I’m…. At Royal Sword Academy. Today’s the entrance ceremony, and I’m a freshman! Isn’t Night Raven College having their entrance ceremony today, too? You were saying before that you absolutely couldn’t oversleep, since this is the first time you’ll be performing your duties as a housewarden and all, and you asked me to give you a call in the morning.
Idia: Is… That right? I guess so.
Ortho: I know we’re going to different schools and all, but I’m still really happy I get to go to a school on Sage’s Island since you’re here.
Idia: Gotcha, so you’re in high school now, huh….
Ortho: Ah ha haha! Why are you talking like mom and dad? Alright, I’ll be going now… You better not go back to sleep after I hang up! Bye!
(The call ends)
Idia: Ahh, my head feels all fuzzy. Maybe I got a little too into my gaming last night. Wait, why did I even ask Ortho to give me a wake-up call? The entrance ceremony here doesn’t start till tonight. …Meh, whatever. Today’s a happy day 'cause Ortho’s finally starting high school. Let’s see if I can’t kill some time until the ceremony. …Guess I’ll just start on my dailies for now. I’ll take a look-see at the items I got from that quest yesterday and clean up my inventory a bit… I can just sell whatever I don’t need.
[Muscle Crimson has logged in]
Idia: Huh? It’s Muscle Crimson-Shi. He usually doesn’t log on this early.
Gloomurai: Muscle Crimson-Shi, thx for going on that farming spree w me last night! The drop rate was ass tho
Muscle Crimson: Ah, if it isn’t Gloomurai. Thank you for your assistance last night, too. Thanks to you, I believe I’ll be able to craft that new weapon I’ve been eyeing.
Gloomurai: Oooh u mean that long sword? u gotta bust it out on our next quest!
Muscle Crimson: Yes, of course. I owe everything to you, after all. Ah, and I ended up picking up the materials for that helmet you’ve been wanting in a drop. Would you please accept them from me?
Gloomurai: WHAT!! fr!? but those items are super rare u could get so much money if u sold them…
Muscle Crimson: How about the two of us take on our next quest together decked out in our new equipment?
Gloomurai: siiiick. man im so happy rn…. ty ty ty～
Muscle Crimson: By the way, it’s quite unusual for you to be logged in at this hour. Do you have the day off today?
Gloomurai: i got plans tonight so i figured id wrap up my dailies now. wby
Muscle Crimson: I am also free until tonight.
Gloomurai: u wanna crush some daily quests w me?
Muscle Crimson: That would be much appreciated. Then please allow me to accompany you.
Gloomurai: k im gonna hop off now. gg!
Muscle Crimson: Of course, today was a lot of fun. Until we meet again.
[Muscle Crimson has logged out]
Idia: Phew. I only meant to do my dailies, but we ended up going kinda overboard and doing a buncha side quests. And thanks to all those super rare materials he gave me, I was able to make some new equipment…. Today’s been totally awesome so far. …Oof, I gotta start getting ready. Got that big entrance ceremony coming up and the whole student body has to be there. What a pain in the ass. I got a bad feeling today’s about to take a 180 nosedive… This sucks. If Ortho wasn’t looking forward to this so much, who…..Huh? Wait, Ortho doesn’t have anything to do with it. ‘Cause he’s enrolled at Royal Sword Academy, not NRC. The heck am I saying. ..Aah, whatever. I’ll just go change into my ceremony outfit… Yikes, it’s still got a cleaning service tag on it and the date’s from last year. And I thought I was the shut-in, this thing only thing leaves the room, like, once a year. LOL.
Episode 7-39
Idia: Ngh… The entrance ceremony’s about to start… I’m feeling weirdly nervous. I got a feeling something bad’s gonna happen, and I don’t like it. Anyways, why do the housewardens even have to go around and greet everybody in the first place? We’re just a bunch of randos to the freshies. We’re gonna go up and be like, “congrats on being admitted” and they’ll be like, “uhh who tf are you?”…
???: Is that you, Shroud?
Idia: Eep!?
Malleus: So, it is you. How unusual.
Idia: M-Malleus-shi… Why’re you here?
Malleus: How long has it been? Ha ha, I haven't seen you much since you became housewarden.
Idia (thinking to himself): (Malleus Draconia….. The crown prince of Briar Valley and Diasomnia's housewarden! He's totally an ultra SSR character who should be headlining the orientation! So what's he doing here?!)
Malleus: And I never thought to run into you outside, of all places. What are you up to?
Idia: Y'know. I decided I'd just, uh...go... You know. Same as you.
Malleus: I see. Same as me.
(beep beep beep)
Idia: Huh? Something’s beeping.
Malleus: Yes… That was this fellow here. It appears it’s hungry. Now then, what kind of food shall I give you today….
Idia: Hold up!!!! That’s a “Gao Gao Drakon-kun!” And it’s a first gen!!!
Malleus: Oh, my. Are you familiar with it?
Idia: Yeah, but I’ve only played with the kind that has color LCD screens. This is insane, I can’t believe you have a first gen unit! I had no idea people even still played with them.
Malleus: …Indeed. It’s broken down more times than I can count, but I’ve always had it repaired. From now on, I intend to take care of it the best that I can, and treasure it… For a long, long time.
Idia: Woooah. I bet your Drakon-kun’s gotta be super happy since you care about it so much.
Malleus: ….Heh heh heh. I do hope everyone else feels the same.
Idia: Huh? What you mean “everyone”…..?
Lilia: Oooi, Malleus! Where are you?
Malleus: Lilia, I’m over here.
Lilia: Goodness grief, I was looking everywhere for you…. Hm? Ah, if it isn’t Ignihyde’s new housewarden, Idia Shroud.
Idia: Ack..! … H-Hello….
Lilia: I see, so you two must’ve been deepening your friendship as fellow wardens. Well, isn’t that lovely.
Idia: N-No, that’s… Not what we were…
Lilia: Nevertheless, the entrance ceremony is about to begin. We can’t have two housewardens - and two seniors, at that - show up late, can we? You’ll set a bad example for everyone.
Malleus: Indeed. Let’s set off for the mirror chamber, then.
Idia: ……….. Huh? It feels like…. I’m having déjà vu.
Malleus: Shroud? What’s the matter?
Idia: Ah- No it’s…. It’s nothing.
Malleus: Heh heh… What a strange one you are.
(Mirror Chamber)
Riddle: Alright, that wraps up the entrance ceremony and dormitory sorting, yes? Listen to me well, freshmen. At Heartslabyul, I am the rule. And I shall have the heads of any who dare disobey me.
Leona: *yaaaawn* Finally, that boring ass ceremony’s over. Let’s hurry up and head back to the dorm already. Savannaclaw students, follow me.
Azul: My dear freshman, let me offer you my sincerest congratulations on your admission to our humble school! As the warden of Octavinelle, I’ll be working hard to support you in your endeavors, so that you may make the most out of your time here.
Idia: (Huh… I was bracing myself for the worst... That was honestly kind of a letdown. I mean, no news is better than good news.)
Ignihyde Student: Warden Shroud, let’s start heading back to the dorm now.
Idia: Ah… Sure. Kay, freshies come with me.
Malleus: I am Malleus Draconia, the warden of Diasomnia. I give you my warmest welcome to our dorm. Come, follow me.
Ignihyde Freshman A: Look over there, It’s Malleus Draconia… In the flesh.
Ignihyde Freshman B: I wonder if it’s true that he’s descended from dragons…. Even from this far away the guy’s intimidating as hell…
Ignihyde Student: Eyes over here, freshman. You’ll get lost if you don’t pay attention.
Idia: ………?
Ignihyde Student: What’re you looking around for, Warden Shroud? Did you forget something?
Idia: No, it’s not that. I just… Forget it. It’s fine.
Ortho: Sweet. Sounds like everything went great, big bro.
Idia: I wouldn’t say it went great… But it did go off without a hitch, so. What about you, Ortho?
Ortho: I remember you really freaked me out when you said you got stuck rooming with four people and had no privacy at all during your freshman year. So you can imagine how worried I got when I found out this school has dorms, too… But I think things are gonna go really well with my roommates. We were having a lot of fun earlier talking about sports and gaming.
Idia: Yeah, ‘cause you’re not all doom and gloom like me. When you got your acceptance letter to Royal Sword Academy, it made total sense to me. Since they’re famous for taking in those sparkly extrovert type of guys, ya know. ….I’m really glad that you got to make new friends.
Ortho: Yeah…. Aww, crap! The warden’s making his rounds. It’s time for lights out. I’ll call you again, big bro. Good night!
Idia: Good night, Ortho.
(The phone call ends)
Idia: *sigh* …..And so starts another year, I guess… …….What the heck… Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something really important…. ……Whatever.
(TL Note: Some of the dialogue from when Mal is talking to Idia is the exact same lines from Idia’s Ceremonial Robes vignette, and I’ve copied the official EN lines from the places that are duplicated because I am lazy).
Episode 7-40
[It’s thundering….]
Maleficent: It’s incredible! Sixteen years and not a trace of her. Are you sure you searched everywhere?
Goon: Y-Yeah, everywhere. We searched mountains, uhhh… forests and houses, and, uh, lemme see… Aaalll the cradles.
Maleficent: Fools!
Maleficent: Search for a maid of sixteen. Go, and do not fail me.
Fauna: You’re already betrothed to Prince Philip, dear.
Aurora: But that’s impossible. How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be…
Merryweather: A princess.
Fauna: And you are, dear.
Maleficent: Touch the spindle. Touch it, I say!
Maleficent: You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me. Me! The Mistress of all Evil!
Yuu: She’s so obsessed…
Yuu: This is…?
Yuu: That’s right, Tsunotarou used his magic and…
Yuu: I wonder where everybody is?
Grim: Zzzzz….. *mumbles*
Yuu: Grim!
Grim: Waah, it’s rainin’ tuna cans～ I’m a tuna can millionaire…. *mumbles* …Man, I can’t eat all these…
(Yuu shakes Grim)
Grim: This is awesome… I hope things stay like this forever…
Yuu: Grim, wake up already!
Grim: Wha-!? What the heck are you doin’, henchman!? …Huh? …Where’d my mountain of tuna cans go? Wait… Wait! Don’t tell me… I was just dreaming? Aww, maaaan. This sucks…. Actually, when did we get back to Ramshackle? Weren’t we just at Diasomnia for Lilia’s going away party like a second ago? And then… And then Tsunotarou showed up all of a sudden…. Ah! And then he knocked us flat on our butts! And after that… I don’t remember.
Yuu: I don’t see any of the other partygoers around.
Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.
Episode 7-41
Grim: Let’s go take a look outside.
(They try to open the door, but it’s locked)
Grim: Huh!? The door won’t open! Maybe it got busted again? Kay, then let’s just go out the window… AAAH!? T-There’s s-something outside the window!! It’s a huge monster…! Wait, what? There’s a weird drawing on the window! Who the heck did this!? Somebody’s been drawin’ graffiti on our dorm! …Hm? It felt like I stepped on something just now…
Ottoman Dog: Bark bark bark!!
Grim: Uwaah! A dog!?
Ottoman Dog: Grr! Bark bark!
Yuu: The ottoman’s acting like a dog!?
Grim: I’ve never seen any animal like that before! Weird…. How come it’s in Ramshackle!?
Yuu: Wait a second… This room isn’t…
Grim: Huh? Wait, this… This isn’t our room. The vibes are kinda simliar, but it’s not Ramshackle. Where the heck are we!?
Yuu: Let’s look around.
Grim: Ah! Henchman, look at that desk over there! That nut cracker’s havin’ a field day popping open all those walnuts. And it’s eating the hull. I guess it thinks that part is the tasty part? I’m still stuffed from the party, but… It sure would be rude not to eat the nuts he’s working so hard to open. Let’s dig in! *Crunch crunch* …Mmm, it smells so good.
(Grim eats the nuts and grows several times larger)
Grim: Waaaah!? The heck just happened!? I got huge!!!
(Grim shrinks back to normal size)
Grim: T-That scared the crap outta me! What happened? I mean, I always wished I could be a big guy, but if I got that big I’d get totally stuck in this room. Oh, yeah. I remember in our magical pharmacology class… We learned there’s these magic mushrooms in the Queendom of Roses that can make you grow bigger or shrink really little. But I don’t remember anything about magic walnuts! When I see Crewel next week I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind!
Grim: There’s a pair of gloves dancing with a hat! This magic is so cool～ Other than the gloves, there’s also some playing cards covered in ink and …. this. Is this a magical pen?
Yuu: It doesn’t have a magical stone in it. It’s just a normal fountain pen.
Grim: Huh. But it looks like it’s outta ink. …And over there’s a dancing music box, and over there’s a jumpin’ umbrella… This place is filled with all sorts of weird stuff! The heck is this room?
Mickey: There’s a moving sofa and an ottoman that acts like a dog… And a table with a nutcracker on it. Can you see them?
Yuu: Maybe this is the room that Mickey’s always in?
(the room starts warping)
Grim: Aah! What the!? T-The room’s getting all wonky! What’s goin’ ooon!! Waaaaah!!
(the room goes back to normal)
Grim: W-What was that?
???: …Is someone there?
Grim: !! Somebody’s coming!
???: ….Ah, you’re-!!
Episode 7-42
???: ….Ah, you’re-!!
Yuu: Mickey!
Mickey: Waaah! Is it true? Is it really you? This is amazing! We finally get to meet face-to-face, instead of having to talk through the mirror. Here, give me a high five!
(Yuu gives Mickey a high five)
Mickey: Yay! Haha!
Grim: Ah! He’s from that picture you took with the ghost camera! That Mickey guy!
Mickey: Eep! You scared me! I hadn’t noticed I had another visitor besides Yuu. You’re…
Grim: Name’s Grim! I run things over at Ramshackle dorm.
Mickey: Grim? Ah, that’s right. You’re the roommate Yuu mentioned before. I’m so happy I’ve got even more friends I can meet inside my dreams now. My name is Mickey. Mickey Mouse. Nice to meet you, Grim!
Grim: All right! …Nya ha ha! Looks like our “Contact Mickey” investigation was a success, all thanks to me! I betcha Ace and the others are gonna be peeved, heh.
Mickey: “Contact Mickey” investigation? What’s that?
Yuu: It’s a long story, but….
Mickey: So you guys were thinking that since I can talk with Yuu through the mirror and across different worlds, then maybe I could give you some clues on how to get Yuu back to his own world. Makes sense to me.
Grim: Yup. And there’s a whole bunch of stuff we wanna ask ya about!
Mickey: That’s no problem at all. I’ll be happy to help Yuu. Ask away!
Grim: First off, the heck is this freaky room?
Mickey: All the furniture and utensils in here move on their own. Some of them are congenial, others not so much. Recently, I got into a bit of a spat with the card soldiers.
Grim: You mean those cards that are all covered in ink? The ones on that shelf over there?
Mickey: That’s right. They were flinging their heart and spade markings at me left and right! So I took up that ballpoint pen over there and used it like a water gun, and I went on the defense.
Grim: Nyahaha! The cards are made outta paper so I bet they’re weak to water.
Mickey: Exactly. And that’s why they’re all wet and droopy now.
Yuu: How come the playing card soldiers attacked you?
Mickey: The King got jealous because I went dancing with the Queen… But I wasn’t trying to interrupt their little picnic date, you know? And then he went and ordered all the card soldiers to chase after me. We cleared up the misunderstanding afterwards, but still. I did something just awful to those little cards.
Grim: I was thinking you used magic and made all the stuff in the room move around. But since you got in a fight with the card soldiers, I’m guessing it wasn’t your magic?
Mickey: Magic? Oh, that’d be just wonderful if I could use magic! Haha! But I’m no wizard.
Grim: Huh….. Then who enchanted this room?
Mickey: Hmm, I’m not sure either. At first, I thought I’d just imagined up both this room, and you too, Yuu. But that’s not right. Neither you nor this room came from my imagination…. Right?
Yuu: *nods*
Mickey: Ah, it's just one mystery after another.
Episode 7-43
Grim: Oh, yeah. Before I forget, how’d ya even get into this room, Mickey? The door won’t open, and the windows are closed shut, and neither me or Yuu can remember how we ended up here.
Mickey: Whenever I’ll be coming to this room, another version of me will slip out of my body while I’m asleep in bed.
Yuu: Is it like, your consciousness breaks free from your body?
Mickey: Yeah, just like that! And then I just have to pass through the mirror that hangs over the fireplace in my bedroom. And that’s how I get into this room here.
Grim: So you come and go through the mirror, huh. That’s just like how it works with the dorms at school.
Mickey: But when I tried while I was awake, I couldn’t get through the mirror. It seems to only work when I’m asleep.
Grim: Huh? Hey, wait a sec. ….So that means you’re asleep right now, right?
Mickey: Yup. The “me” here is bright-eyed and bushy tailed, but my body is snoozing away in bed right now.
Yuu: Then me and Grim are basically walking consciousnesses right now?
Grim: Whaaat!?? Then where’d my body go!? Don’t tell me I left it behind at Diasomnia!?
Yuu: I don’t think you could even call this an out-of-body experience anymore. This is awful….
Grim: *sigh* …..It doesn’t look like Ace and the others came along with us…. The heck are we supposed to do?
Mickey: What? You can’t find your friends?
(Yuu nods)
Mickey: That’s certainly worrisome…. Well, they might be around here somewhere. Let’s go outside and search for them.
Grim: But the door won’t open.
Mickey: You can’t just give up when you don’t succeed the first time! There’s challenges you can’t handle on your own, but if you work together with your friends, you’ll be able to get through.
(Riiing! Riiiing!)
Mickey: Ah! That sound is….
Grim: Oi, Mickey! Your body’s gettin’ all see-through like a ghost!
Mickey: Oh no, it must be morning already! My body is… waking… up…
(Riiiiing! Riiing! Riing!)
Mickey: I wish I could’ve….helped…. you… more…
Yuu: Mickey!
Grim: Aaaand he’s gone…. Dang it, and we’d finally just succeeded with our investigation!
(The room starts shaking)
Grim: W-What’s going on!? The room’s shakin’ all over!
(The room fills with a black substance)
Grim: Uwaaa! The room’s fillin’ up with a bunch of black wriggly things! They’re comin’ from outside!
Yuu: Is this… ink!?
Grim: H-Henchman! Y-You better stay close to me! I’ll burn up this black stuff with my flames!
Grim: Haaaa, haaaa…. I beat ‘em and I beat ‘em but they just keep coming back! At this rate we’re gonna….
???: *gurgles*
Grim: Take this-! ….Ugh *cough cough* I don’t have any fire left in me!
???: *gurgling*
Grim: What the!? The floor gave way behind us! T-There’s nowhere else we can run to….! S-Somebooodyyyyy!!!!
???: Prefect! Grim!
Grim: Eep! You’re that guy from Diasomnia….
Silver: We’ll talk later! Both of you, grab onto me. Hurry! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. *Come, and let us dream the same dream.
*This is what he says in the text. Out loud he says “Meet in a dream”
Part 2
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10 just playing the part — monopoly ruins friendships !
a/n: more filler 🫡 also typo in xiaos text,, supposed to be *going to i need to stop doin these when im sleep deprived
last day before audition announcements
“I can’t believe Venti fell asleep already,” Aether chuckles, nudging at Venti’s limp body laying on the floor.
“I’m on my own now,” you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment at your fallen teammate.
“Not for long,” Kazuha speaks up, “Childe and Scara are coming over.”
“This will be entertaining,” Hu tao snickers, looking at you.
“Kazuha, I’ll make you pay for that,” you huff, rolling the dice as he laughs.
The dorm to Heizou’s dorm opens and in walks the very person you’ve grown to strongly dislike. Though, much less now.
“Stop glaring at me,” Scara remarks, gracing you with an eye roll as he joins you on the floor beside you, the only other empty spot.
“Venti fell asleep so you guys can be a team or join Y/n,” Lumine says, holding up a player piece, “Who wants to be the race car?”
Childe snatches it and sends Scara an apologetic look, “Sorry, this is my moment.”
Scara gives you a side-eye as you both realize you’re both forced to team up. If only Venti hadn’t dozed off earlier…
Oddly, the game goes smoothly. An hour or two goes by with you two bickering over your next move but also using your desire to always be number one to demolish your friends. Despite being a theatre major Scara is surprisingly strategic with how he takes over more than half the board, much to Heizou’s dismay.
“Maybe your true calling is business,” you joke as you take over yet another property with him. You look over to see Scara not react to your comment, not noticing how Childe sends Scaramouche a knowing look.
“Ha, anyway it’s my turn—,” Childe starts, but is interrupted with Scara abruptly standing up.
“I’m gonna go,” he announces, placing his stack of money hastily in your palms before making his way to the door.
“I should go as well, I forgot the key to our dorm,” Childe chuckles, standing up, “Good game guys! We should do this again,” he smiles before quickly following behind Scara.
“Wonder what’s up with them,” you mumble, staring at the stack of bills in your hand. Was it something you said?
“Guess that means we have to start over!” Heizou excitedly cheers while everyone else groans simultaneously.
just playing the part !
masterlist — prev | next
the link y/n posted was just their spotify account </3
scara and y/n aren’t mutuals on any social media (yet)
scara and childe are dorm roommates, childe can afford a single dorm but he wanted to be able to annoy scara whenever he desired ^-^
scara gets sensitive over any mention of being a business major since his mother won’t speak to him after he announced he wasn’t going to take over her company and instead pursue acting
synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?
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author’s note: end of act one!
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MESSAGES I CAN’T SEND
꩜ tags black!reader, therapist!eren, college setting, age gap (reader in 20s, eren in 30s), power dynamic, not so protective sex? mentions of death [not proofread]
꩜ synopsis isn’t it obvious to hide your private life better? or was it not obvious when a video of you dry-humping a pillow was sent to your therapist.
@ word count 3.6k
story below the cut !!
ever since you’ve lost your mother to old age, your mental health has spiraled downwards a little bit. you’ve had the privilege of knowing when she WOULD die and at-least died in a proper place rather than somewhere shitty, so that’s cheered your spirits up a little bit. she was your best friend though, and losing your best friend is painful. you went to her whenever you could, talked on the phone for hours, and slept in her bed every night as if you were still five years old.
you weren’t the only one suffering though, your childhood friend sasha couldn’t stand watching you wither away. even though she did everything she could, she knew she was capable of oh so much.
you weren’t the only one suffering though, your childhood friend sasha couldn’t stand watching you wither away. even though she did everything she could, she knew she was capable of oh so much.
“do you want me to hook you up with my therapist? he’ll seriously help you clear all cloudy thoughts away y/n,” sasha says caressing your cheeks
you move your face away from her hand, “they aren’t cloudy thoughts sas, im just grieving my mother..”
“i know baby, i know.. but i don’t want to grieve YOU if you die of a heartbreak. i want you to get better, physically and mentally.” sasha looks at me emphatically.
she pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts until stopping at a card called “dr.jaeger”. “listen, give him a call please. his prices are cheap and his place is nice. it’s not like those dull white offices with an ugly long chair and a monotone person.”
you sighed, reluctantly agreeing to her copying and pasting the number to your phone. “okey, i gotta go now babe, but PROMISE me you’ll give him a call, he’ll help you, and if he doesn’t i’ll play for any of your bills ok?” sasha says packing up her stuff. she kisses your cheek before leaving the quiet study area, leaving you alone to your own thoughts.
you stare at the contact card, pulling dr. jaeger’s name up on your laptop and scrolling through his website. sasha was right about one thing, his prices WERE cheap. about $65 an hour and he also had packages where two weeks of therapy would be about $350 in total.
the prices however, weren’t enough to convince you fully, as your scroll down to see the reviews.
“dr. jaeger saved me. after the loss of my wife, i never felt like so lonely, but my daughter told me about him and he’s helped me heal properly and not turn to anything crazy. he’s an amazing person with amazing talents as such a young age. 5 stars”
ok.. that was something. not that you were going to invalidate them, but that seemed just.. fake. you decided to read another one.
“oh my gosh. no one would believe how amazing someone is at listening and understanding a person’s thoughts. dr. jaeger was nothing like those terrible therapists who make you pay $100 for an shitty hour call. oh how i wished i can say more, but the character limit is fu”
you giggled at that one. maybe i should give him a call. with a deep breath, you called the number.
“hello? my name is y/n, i’d like to speak to dr. jaeger please.”
—
it’s been about a month since you’ve scheduled a session with dr. jaeger, only having to wait that long due to “heavy traffic”. sasha is currently driving you to the building.
“you know, i’m really proud of you for calling. i was scared you were going to stay depressed forever.” sasha says over her 80s radio playing.
“let’s not get too happy yet, he could still be shit at his job..” you say cutting down any happy thoughts.
“you’re STILL doubting him y/n? i get that some people are money hungry, but i promise you he’s not. if he was, do you think ME of all people would be recommending you to him? i mean c’mon, have some faith please.”
“i’m sorry, i just nervous ok. my stomach is doing backflips at the moment.”
“hey man, if you feel like farting, ill park somewhere and you can walk the rest of the way.”
you two pull up to the parking lot, fancy with a modern style front. the office itself if very modern and 2 floored.
“k, i’m gonna drop you off here, call me when you’re done ok?”
you walk out of sasha’s car, waving her goodbye while she drives away. you walk into the sleek office, with painting from what you the assume were from the last two centuries.
the receptionist greets you with a nice smile “welcome, how may i help you today?” you give her your name. “ah i see, you right on time then, ill have this guard guide you to dr. jaeger’s office.” just then, a semi tall man with a black uniform from comes in-front of me. “right this way.”
he leads me into the elevator, where he then leads me into a hallway with lots of rooms. there’s multiple therapists in this building, all with different ways. as i look through the glass windows, i see pet therapy, group therapy and even massage therapy. the guard finally stops at a door, with a name tag having “DR. JAEGER” on it. “here’s your room, have a nice day.” he says as he’s walking away. you give him a quick thank you and knock on the door.
a deep “come in.” follows shortly after, and you enter the room. first impression of when you enter the room was that sasha was right. the room was anything from boring, and didn’t have white walls but instead had a mix of brown and auburn. there was lots of old-style decor too. a record player, cd’s and even the tv was kinda old.
however you were greeted with the most shocking thing of all, dr. jaeger himself. he looked away from his papers, to look at you and gave you a warm smile. his visuals was… something you didn’t expect. most therapist are middle-aged men and women, that are sort-of not the most attractive. but that was ok, because they wanted to help you, not seduce you. dr. jaeger on the other hand was extremely beautiful. he has dark brown hair, put up in a semi-messy bun, the most luscious green eyes, and very kissable pink lips.
i guess you were admiring his facial features for too long to notice dr. jaeger looking at you weirdly. “maybe un-responsive.” he mutters to himself, typing down on his laptop. upon hearing his words, you apologize and scurried to the seat in-front of him.
“or not. . . my name is dr. jaeger, if you’ve haven’t gotten a chance to see on the door.”
“i did, sorry for not responding earlier.”
“it’s ok, its common for most genders to be shocked at how i look.” dr. jaeger said in a non-concerned voice. you were took aback a little by his comment, most genders to be shocked at how he looked? you were wondering if he was just annoyed at the common occurrence or just knew that he was an attractive man. “pushing that aside,” he sighed “sasha has told me a lot about you.” he says looking up at you.
“she did?” you question.
“mhm, she cares for you ms….” he looks at the paper look for your last name.
“y/l/n.”
“ah, thank you. sasha cares for you ms. y/l/n. she talks about your recovery, and wants you to best happy for her.” he says maintaining eye contact. you can’t respond to such kindness. all you can do is nod your head and smile.
“but as a therapist view-point, the death of a loved one is one of the hardest battle we have to overcome as a human being. no matter how emotionless a person may be, the death of anything else to them will always cause someone to break. that’s just how we are, we humans . . . after all.” he says empathically.
“my job isn’t to make you forget your mother, or forget the pain you feel about her. you always feel pain lingering about her, and that’s ok. i’m just here to help you reduce that pain.”
you were shocked. cheap prices, handsome therapist AND a good one at that? maybe it’s good to stay faithful after all.
—
it’s been about 3 weeks since you’ve had daily therapy sessions with mr. jaeger and he’s honestly been helping you a lot. you had different kinds of sessions, like walking around and even some pet therapy. today was for a usual one-on-one walk around the building beautiful outside landscape.
as you and dr. jaeger walk around, you wave to the other clients with their own therapists. “see how social you’ve gotten? when we first came here, you were begging to stay back inside due to all the people,” he jokes around. “now, you’re friendly with them. it’s good progress.” he smiles to himself.
“it was only because of you, dr. jaeger. i don’t think i’d be the way i am without your help.”
“ah. . . don’t flatter me too much. let’s sit right here yea?” he says pointing towards the swinging wood benches. “it’s beautiful outside, isn’t it ms. y/l/n?” he turns to look at you.
“yea, it really is.” you turn back to stare at him. god, you can stare into his eyes for hours. it’s something that about that were so addicting, that you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. to break the silence, you decided to follow up with a cheeky comment. “say dr. jaeger, you really know how to keep a client.” he moves his head to the side, confused. “i like to believe that my clients stay with my due to how i help them and not my looks.” ah fuck. it was not received well at all, and you just profusely apologized to him.
“but, if my looks did make people stay, that wouldn’t be all too bad huh,” he says giving a hearty laugh. “but tell me now, ms y/l/n. does my looks make you stay?” you were at a loss for words. one part of you wanted to say “fuck yes” while another part of you wanted to say “absolutely not”. and you of course went with the latter.
“whatever your answer is, it doesn’t bother me either way. . . but it looks like our time is up ms. y/l/n.” you look down at your phone for the time. it was up after he exclaimed. the two of you head back to his office to pick you up your stuff.
that night later, you were chilling in your bed, getting ready to dose off. you however, couldn’t sleep without thinking about a fantasy. it didn’t matter what type, other than it having to be something interesting. you close your eyes, your mind shifting to dr. jaeger, and the moments between you two that drove you insane. like that one time he wore a turtle neck, showing off his clothed six-pack abs. you imagined yourself touching them, feeling the rock-hardness of them. you open your eyes again, looking around the room. to be honest, you haven’t.. you know what, in a while and you thought it might be time to do it again.
you move your bedsheets closer to the edge to give you more space. and moved all your pillows away except for one. you pulled your phone out and started to record. it might seem weird to other people, but you like to record yourself, in the time that you couldn’t find anything good on twitter or reddit.
you start to rock your hips back n forth on the pillow, assuming it the body of a male. maybe it was dr. jaeger body you could’ve been assuming it off. either way, it turned you on, seeing how you started to move faster on your pillow. one of your hands grip the pillow, as the other hand massages your boob. you move faster, enjoying the friction your clit is getting between the pillow and your soaked panties. you close your eyes, imagining dr. jaeger guiding your body with his big, veiny hands. as you’re about to climax, you can’t help but subtly whimper his name.
once you’ve finished, you end the video. while you’re cleaning up, sasha enters the room. “hey girlie, i was thinking of getting some drinks tomorrow night? wanna come?” she says exciting. “i would but i have a session with dr. jaeger tomorrow.”
“boo, you’re boring.”
“whatever, i’m going to the shower, so let me know if anything happens ok?”
“yea yea boring y/n.”
you go to the bathroom and take off your clothes, hopping inside the shower. you turn on the water, letting the lukewarm water hit your skin. you are alone with your thoughts until sasha comes inside the bathroom.
“not to be nosey, but dr. jaeger texted you.” she says.
“mhm really? what did he say?”
“i didn’t look at it properly, but something about a daily wellness video?” you knew right away. dr. jaeger usual makes his clients make videos of themselves with positive affirmations, then with their consent, he’ll use it on his website for future clientele.
“ahh ok! just send him the most recent video.” you photo gallery takes forever to update, so there’s a chance it’ll take forever to show the video of your “naughty time”.
“ok, sending right now… and it’s sent. if he wants a further conversation, i’ll let you know.”
“thanks sash.”
as you walk out the steamy bathroom, and get ready for bed, you check your notifications for any new ones. you go into the chat between you and dr. jaeger, seeing if theres anything new. you took a look at the video of your affirmation, seeing the shirt you wore today as the thumbnail. you clicked on it, expecting your face to zoom out, as you were testing the camera quality always. to your shock, you camera didn’t zoom out. but instead was your body moving back and forth on something. your heart dropped. it couldn’t be. you’re praying it wasn’t. you skip some of the video to see if it was truly what you think it was, but the video suddenly changed to a more in-depth shot of you humping the pillow with your panties being in view.
your heart start to beat faster than usual. you click off the video to delete it right away. dr. jaeger didn’t respond to it, and it said it was ‘delivered.’ you wanted to tell yourself that he hasn’t seen it, and probably watches those videos early in the morning. you weren’t going to stress yourself out though, you were just gonna go to his office per usual, and get counseling per usual.
—
you take a deep breath and knock at his door, hoping it all ends well. you hear his “come in” but it sounds different from before. his voice went an octave lower. you walk into the room, seeing a more “messy” side of dr. jaeger. at-least he didn’t look at cleaned up as he usually does. his bun was a lot more frizzy from before and he had two buttons undone on his button up shirt.
maybe he had a rough morning. you think to yourself. “good morning ms. y/l/n. how was your night?” you stopped for a second. such a simple question was something so dangerous to you. “it was fine, dr. jaeger. how about yours?”
“oh. one of the best i’ve had in a while.”
“ah. mine was the worst i’ve had in a while.” you mumbled.
“really? i would’ve assumed you’ve had a very nice night ms. y/l/n.”
you stare at him confused. what could he mean by that? yea, you fixed your hair a little better than usual, and your eye bags have gone away overtime, but you truly did have a sleepless night yesterday. dr. jaeger gets up from his chair, to lean on his desk, standing in-front of you. he stared down at you with his usually lighter colored eyes now displayed a dark-green. and his pupils were more extended.
“i don’t know what gives you the impression that i’ve had a nice night dr. jaeger.”
he bends to to match the height of the chair, and put both of his hands on the rest, restricting me from mounting off of it easily. “let’s cut the crap, y/n. i saw what you sent me.” at this moment, it felt like 100 daggers were suddenly lodged into your chest.
“i wondered why you asked what you did yesterday. i thought to myself ‘maybe she thought i was attractive’, but i see it was more than that i see,” he says not breaking eye contact. “you see, as a human, we see something we like, and have many kinds of thoughts about it. and i see the thoughts you have towards me are stronger than what i expected.”
“i’m truly sorry dr. jaeg-“
“call me eren, seeing as that is what you called me in the video.”
“i’m sorry eren, truly. i don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable or hurt this relationship between us.” i say holding back my tears.
“hurt? uncomfortable? those words are out of the park right now,” he says standing up. “to be honest, tell me why you came today y/n.”
“to have a therapy session with you.” you meekly say.
“is my looks standing in the way of you healing with the death of your mother?” he says standing behind me.
“not at all, dr. jae- eren.”
“so then what provoked you to send me a five minute long video of you fucking yourself to a pillow in the imagination that it’s me?” you were at a loss for words. he was right. your heart sank as his word dug deeper into you. and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. you started to quietly sob, feeling large hands down your shoulders. you feel a hot breath near your eyes chill down your spine. “don’t cry, not in this manner at least,” he says in your ear.
“cry because you can’t handle it, y/n.”
you stopped and turned to look at him. he had a devilish grin on his face. “handle what?” you say, not catching his gist.
“you’ll find out soon enough.”
eren lifts you up by the arm and spins you around to face him completely. you didn’t know what was going on, but you didn’t want to push away. your faces was a mere 4 inches away from each other. “can i? y/n. . . can i give you what you want?”
you look at his eyes then his lips then his eyes again. fuck it, you nod your head and eren kisses you passionately. he stops kissing you for a moment to push the chairs aside. you look at his desk to see his usually messy papers cleaned up to the side. he planned this probably . . . eren picks you up and places you on his desk.
he places a hand on your chin, rubbing it gently. “open it baby,” he says as his kisses you again, but placing his tongue all over the inside of your mouth. his hands tug on the bottom of your shirt, signaling for it to be removed. in between each kiss, you both take off a piece of clothing until you up to your undergarments. eren slips his large hand under your breast, fondling with it while he leaves wet hickeys on your neck. with the other hand he unclasps the bra, throwing it the ground. he kisses you again, muttering “nice tits”.
you pull at the band of his underwear, “want you in me ren’.” you whine. “patience baby.” eren says sliding your panties off to the floor.
“are you on any pills by any chance?”, he says rubbing ur slick all over your cunt. “m-mhm ren.’”
“good. so i don’t have to hold back.”
eren slips his underwear off, revealing his long, veiny and girthy dick. you want to guess it’s around 6-7 inches, but it was gonna tear you up regardless. he strokes his dick, ‘lubing’ it up with his pre-cum. he inches closer to you, having his dick and your hole just one insert away from each other. you open your legs wider and lay down on his desk, giving him more access to yourself. “didn’t even have to ask.” eren said.
he teases the tip of his dick on your clit. your whole body tingles in response, arching your back off the cold desk. “please ren’…” you beg, desperately wanting his dick buried into you. “please fuck me eren.”
“as you wish.” with that, eren aligns himself with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. the both of you moan simultaneously from the pleasure you both felt. eren starts to push his hips back and forth into you, keeping a firm grip on your waist. eren keeps a nice pace, making sure to satisfy both sides. suddenly, eren lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist. you jolted from the tingle he gave you. you were trying to conceal your moans, but every time it was getting louder than usual, eren made sure put his hand over your mouth.
eren’s pace starts to unstable, moving fast at times and then slowing down to grind himself on you. you can tell he was close to his climax, seeing how desperate and shaky thrusts were.
“‘m so close baby. . .” he grunts.
“‘ren please! mhm.” you whine, begging him to release.
“at the same time? what a good girl..” he barely breathes out.
eren picks you up by the waist to pull you closer to him. there wasn’t enough space between you too, but he didn’t care. eren grinds his dick into you, feeling his dick throb in your walls. then, you feel a warm liquid pour inside of you, while at the same time cry out from your orgasm.
#anime smut#aot smut#eren smut#aot x poc!reader#aot x reader#aot x black reader#eren x black fem!reader
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hunter x reader imagines (enemies to lovers)
i am literally in love with hunter from the owl house, so in honour of ep1 s3 here are some imagines!!! this is like the story of the reader and hunter from season 2+ sooo yeah xx slay
warning: swearing, female pronouns, straight people, major sexual innuendoes, hints towards intimacy but nothing graphic
season 2
you are a healer that the emperor has requested to accompany hunter on the weekends when he goes out for missions
you accept because it’s good money, but you quickly find out that hunter does NOT want you there at all because he believes he can handle himself
during missions he walks off and leaves you behind, to which you go in your own pay and complete missions for him to get back
he realises you could be an asset and angrily decides to be less of an arse to you
one day he gets pretty injured and instead of telling you, he ignores it until it gets infected and it’s super visible
you scold him and order him to tell you if anything’s wrong, or there use you’d have to spend a shit ton of time nursing him back to health with you would ‘rather die than do’
you visit him frequently and tease him for a few days as he gets better, which he secretly really appreciates as he gets rather lonely
he also gets really flustered whenever you touch him or get closer than anyone normally would, which you tease him about even more
he laughs it off and pretends to be all nonchalant, but he’s super embarrassed that you noticed how flustered he got
after he gets better, you’re able to go on mission with him again.
you often squabble and argue with him, but on one particular mission he says something that keeps you completely silent
“maybe i wouldn’t get so easily flustered if you didn’t so easily flirt”
‘easily flirt’?! since when did you ever flirt with him?!
he didn’t think much of it, he was truthfully joking about you flirting with him- but your reaction made him think more about your relationship with him.
it wasn’t flirtatious… was it???
a few weeks pass, and the comment manifests into a joke between you two where you flirt all throughout your missions
not because you like each other!!??! so gross!!!!!??!?
just casual stuff like:
“jeez, take me out to dinner first”
“that’s what she said”
“well, if you insist!”
and then out of nowhere, it became a competition to see who could get the other more flustered and uncomfortable.
one day in a mission, you tripped over a tree root that had grown over the ground and face planted on the dirt.
he laughed, and said “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be getting all messy. next time just fall on me”
you went red from that ‘pretty girl’ comment, stuttering and stumbling over your words for the next few minutes
on the next mission, you decided to get him back.
you had to go into a bar to ask questions about a vigilante on the loose, in doing so you garnered the attention of a few boys and girls around your age.
hunter saw this and felt a twinge of jealously. no, what?? jealousy?! since when was he ever jealous?!!
he walked over to the table of teens fawning over you, “y/n, we’ve gotta go.”
“ugh, sorry guys! my boyfriends being sooo naggy today”
BOYFRIEND?!,!,$/!:
he literally froze
wtf
once he snapped out of it, he took you by the arm and stormed out of there, flustered as hell
“don’t tell me you’re jealous or something?”
“i’m not jealous, i’m just…”
“just what?”
“you can’t just go around saying im your boyfriend! especially without warning and in front of the guy you’re calling your boyfriend”
you smirked, “why?”
he went silent. “we’ve gotta catch up with this lead”
you didn’t question it anymore after that
until the next night
you were looking over some paper work and wanted to ask hunter if he knew if he had any potions so you could write it down for the stock collection
you knocked on his door, earning a “who’s there?” from the other side.
“y/n?”
the door opened cautiously, greeting you with a mask less hunter.
you had only seen his face a few times, but he looked especially… not handsome at all… that night
“oh, hey!! um… do you have the… bruises potion i made…?” you asked, trying to avoid his eyes.
he smirked, catching on to what was happening.
“yeah”
you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and then held your hands behind your back.
“um… can i have it back?” you asked, still avoiding his eyes
you could feel him looking you up and down, his gaze burnt your skin.
“maybe,” he stepped forward. “what’s in it for me?” he continued.
“um…” you finally met his eyes- they were stunning. certain imperfections in his face just seemed so natural. his eye bags were weirdly super attractive, he had no baby fat his gap tooth was just absolutely adorable.
a few seconds pass, until you realise your staring.
he doesn’t say anything as he steps closer.
he’s barley a few steps away from you now, and the distance is painful
he moves in closer and reaches his arm behind you
you can feel his breath in your neck as his chest sits slightly on your shoulder
why was he so tall?!!!!!! and attractive?!!!! this wasn’t fair. at all. what the fuck!!?!?!!!
he suddenly bounces back with the potion in his hand. “there you go” he says in a monotone voice, passing it to you
“um, yeah… thanks!!” you take the potion and walk over the the door, tugging at the handle
it wasn’t locked or anything, it just wasnt budging, so you were struggling with the handle as hunter held back laughter
“oh my god please do not do this to me” you muttered
“here, i’ll get it” he said, trying to not make his mischievous smile come through with his tone
he leans behind you, one again too close for comfort
he stuggles with the door handle for a few seconds before getting it open
you rush out the door, flushed and tripping over every second step
“uh! bye! see you tomorrow!” you call out, shakily
“see you later, y/n”
in his mind, that was payback for yesterday when you called him your ‘boyfriend’
in your mind, you had become extremely attracted to hunter and couldn’t get that moment out of your brain.
to be fair, he couldn’t stop thinking about it either.
after that, you two stopped flirting with each other. mostly because you went very quiet during missions and he could tell he did something wrong
‘i think i made her uncomfortable lol‘
‘holy fucking shit how can he act so natural after cornering me twice and flirting with me last night???!!!! what an arsehole!!!! please kiss me’
as unity day got closer, the two of you bonded a little bit more and when he didn’t return to the castle one day, you decided to leave as well.
you jumped from house to house, usually hiding in emira’s closet
you finally reunite at the blights house in the hot air balloon, where you still couldn’t get that image of hunter out of you mind.
“hi, hunter” you said, stiffly
“long time no see, y/n” he replied
the way he said your name send shivers down you spine
‘WHAT THE FUCK 😭 WHY IS HE SO HOT’ you thought
‘WHAT THE FUCK 😭 WHY IS SHE SO HOT’ he thought
everyone could see how attracted to each other you were EXCEPT for you and hunter
season 3
time flies and you’re in the human realm
you didn’t have much waiting for you back in the boiling isles, and neither did hunter
everyone was still pretty on edge, so a week in you all decided to have a sleepover.
“let’s play truth or dare!” liz suggests, confusing everyone
“what the fuck is truth or dare??!” willow asks
luz explains truth or dare, and the questions are pretty standard
“luz, truth or dare?!” asks amity
“truth” she replies
“who’s your crush?!”
“bffr”
soon enough, you’re asked truth or dare by gus
“truth”
“do you like anyone?” he asks, smiling
you freeze and avoid eye contact with everyone, especially hunter
“i mean dare” you laugh
“i dare you to tell us who you like” says gus
“i don’t like this game”
“are you chicken?” hunter smirks, catching your eye
‘oh my god kill me now THAT FUCKINF BRAT’ you think, staring down hunter
“im gonna go brush my teeth” you laugh
“awwwww chicken!!! everyone boos dramatically
you head to the bathroom where you brush your teeth and are washing your face, until you spot a wild hunter leaning against the door frame in the corner of your eye
“HOLY SHIT!” you yell out, only for hunter to cover your mouth and hold a finger to his lips as he made a ‘ahh’ sound
“luz’s mum is sleeping, idiot” he whispered
you ripped his hand if your mouth, already red from the sudden contact
“ you’re the one that scared me”
“i didn’t mean to scare you, sorry”
you lean back against the wall, keeping a sensible distance between you two
“why were you avoiding the question from before?” he asked, genuinely curious
“because!” you folded your arms.
he smiled moving forward a little. “you like someone in the group!” he smirked
you didn’t say a word.
“i bet you like amity or something”
“no way! i don’t like her, she’s in a relationship!”
hunter tapped his chin, moving forward a little more. “that means you don’t like luz either- or gus, because he’s like 12…”
you gulped.
“you like willow!” he whispered, earning an arched brow from you.
you shook your head
hunter looked confused. “what? there’s nobody else?!” he said, completely puzzled.
“you’re fucking stupid” you laughed, walking back to the room where everyone else was.
hunter took a moment.
“y/n likes luz’s mum?!!!”
he walked back out the bathroom and stopped you in the hallway before you enter the room where eveone else was.
“since when do you have a thing for mums?!!!” he whispered in your ear, making you gasp and turn to hunter
flustered from when he whispered in your ear, you move away a bit. “i don’t like luz’s mum” you said plainly, rolling your eyes.
“who do you like then?!! we’ve know. each other for months, you can tell me” he assured you, looking down into your eyes.
‘this height difference is definitely not making this harder than it has to be.’ you thought.
you sighed, standing on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck before planting a small kiss in his lips.
he completely froze, turning red. “oh! okay!” he said, nodding his head slightly.
you anxiously stared into his eyes, averting your attention to the floor every few seconds.
“since when?!!?!” he asked
you pursed your lips. “since the night i took back the bruise potion from your room- actually, probably before that to be honest” you admitted.
hunter, broke into laugher, holding on to your shoulder. “i can’t believe i seduced you!” he gasped for air between words.
you punch his arm playfully. “shut the fuck up!!” you smiled, leaning against the wall. “can we just forget i said anything?”
“no” he said as he walked towards you again.
“can you stop cornering me!” you demanded, as he back you into the wall again.
“no”
“okay, this is just unfair!” you shook your head, trying to walk away but being cut off by hunter pushing his hand up against the space you were planning on leaving through.
he leaned in, centimetres a way from your face.
“you’re an arsehole! fuck off!” you whispered, getting interrupted by hunter’s lips netting your own.
this kiss was leagues more passionate that the peck you gave him earlier
you both wished it would never be end
he slowly pulled away, turning red and covering his face after realising what just happened
“omg i did not just do that wtf 😭 why does the hottest girl on the boiling isles like me that’s so gross” he muttered, making your face burn up again.
“the hottest girl on the boiling isles?!” you say, smirking.
hunter broke out of his bubble, “ummmmmmm yeah 🫣”
“that’s sweet” you smiled, placing another kiss on his cheek.
“do just wanna like… date or whatever…?” you asked. hunter nodded. “it’s be an honour dating the hottest girl on the boiling isles”
you both walked back into the room where everyone else was, as they were sat talking in a circle.
“there you two are! we thought you died” willow laughed
“you better not have been making out, otherwise you’ll get cooties” gus said, leaning back into his sleeping bag.
you two instantly looked at each other and turned red. your eyes quickly averted and you shuffled away suspiciously.
amity looked you two down, widening her mouth slightly. “they were making out!!” she whisper-shouted, instinctively hitting luz’s shoulder lightly.
“holy shit!!” luz said
“wait please i can explain-“ hunter said as he tries speaking, but everyone else was already freaking out
luz put your sleeping bags at opposite end of the room just in case
that never stopped anyone 😋
good thing the age of consent is 16!!! (i am sixteen, they are sixteen, the age of consent is sixteen!! i am not writing smut because that’s fucking gross!!! and also this boy is a nerd they would NOT fuck)
ok i wanted to write a few headcanons for your dynamic in and outside of your relationship so that’s here lol 😍 this is basically what you like about each other, how he started liking you, what gets each other flustered, etc…
pre-relationship
you always admired how fucking awkward and oblivious he was
but don’t let that fool you, that man is a massive flirt and can get so cocky (in the hottest way possible)
he knows that he can get you flustered, but he doesn’t think you like him?!!!! he’s so dumb
he is very touch starved so he uses cornering you and getting close as an excuse to feel another person for like 2 seconds
he also secretly really loves when he gets injured because then a pretty girl will bandage him up and tease him which is his ideal situation (mostly cause you’re in it)
he would never say anything about it though
he started liking you when he first got super injured and still was trying to hate you
he appreciated how desperate your mutual disliking for each other, you still provided the best care possible.
you really like how he tried to protect you on missions
if there was ever a threat he’d make sure you stayed behind- not because he didn’t think you were capable but because he didn’t want to see you hurt because of him
you didn’t care and you fought the enemy as well lol
before he stopped wearing the mask as much, he would just stare at you for hours on end because nobody could see where he was looking
you never caught on
during your relationship
he is still SSOSOSO touch starved
touches you every chance he gets
hand holding, touching your hair, hugs, forehead kisses, etc…
he gets close with you every chance he gets, but you both still get flustered anytime you touch
it’s actually so cute
he’s very very gentle with you whenever you’re hugging but you’re very strong and use a lot of force 😭😭 he’s always super shocked like “are you trying to kill me?????”
he’s still a giant flirt
you’re still a giant flirt
very competitive
you both have big spoon energy, but you usually end up being the little spoon because it’s just more comfortable
it’s hard for you to sleep when you’re close because you both just gets soso flustered
your make out sessions are… interesting, considering how easy is is to get you both super flustered and embarrassed
and in a house of 7 people, every time it gets a little more heated than usual, someone just has to walk in
gross
the furthest you could get for a long time was literally just giving each other hickies
so fun to explain to the rest of the group how you both got burnt by a straightener even though the nocedas don’t own a straightener
make out sessions in the forest :)
he’s still so awkward
i love them:(
i love him i love the owl house im gonna cry
#the owl house#hunter x reader#hunter x y/n#hunter x reader toh#toh hunter x reader#hunter x y/n toh#toh hunter x y/n#golden gaurd x reader#golden gaurd#hunter#hunter the owl house#hunter toh
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i wonder how public change when yanqing was first brought to the xainzhou to now when hes 14 and started training as a cloud knight. do you have headcanons about it im really curious! (also keep doing what youre doing!! this au is amazing 💕💕!!!)
Hello!!! Apologies for getting to this ask so late, I finally figured out how to answers asks on Tumblr via mobile. During the week, my desk is occupied by work so I can’t really answer anything.
Thank you! I’m so glad you like the AU!❤️
This is actually a super interesting question and I am really glad you asked it.
When Yanqing was first brought to the Luofu, the response was split between the general public (regular people, business owners, new money), the nobility and Vidyadhara preceptors (high-ranking families of old and those who are very steeped in tradition). This distinction is important because depending on who they were, also affected how they viewed Jing Yuan’s, Dan Feng’s and Yingxing’s marriage in the first place. The general public viewed the marriage favorably, there’s a lot of admiration for the HCQ and Jing Yuan in particular. The nobility and Vidyadhara’s did not view the marriage favorably. The nobility did not favor Jing Yuan because despite his background being nobility he did not prioritize their interests, always preferring the peach and prosperity of everyone over the wealthy. Many Vidyadhara preceptors believed in their own superiority and highly disliked Dan Feng’s independence from them and his willingness to be with a Xianzhou Native and a mortal cursed by the Abundance.
In Family Dinner, it’s really obvious that the nobility did not like Yanqing when he first came to the Luofu. In a lot of cultures, noble families who don’t have heirs will adopt the son-in-law or the younger sons of another family so their family line can continue. That was what they had hoped would happened since it would allow their families to gain a lot of wealth and status. That obviously did not happen so there was some discontent there. A lot of families quickly bounced back, seeing an opportunity to instead set up an arranged marriage for Yanqing and their children. That also quickly got squashed. By the time Yanqing is 14, having already proven himself on the battlefield, the discontent has mellowed out to either respect or apathy. There is still a faction that still hates him since they see him as an extension of his parent’s.
The preceptors are just haters. I firmly believe that. A lot of their discontent and anger comes from their inability to control Dan Feng and just how powerful he is compared to his previous reincarnations and their sense of superiority over the Xianzhou Natives and Foxians. In the beginning, they saw Yanqing as less of a cherished child and more of a pet that caught Dan Feng’s eye and were expecting him to get tired of it in a couple years. That did not happen and as he got older, they saw the kid as an annoying reminder that Dan Feng’s loyalty is not to the Vidyadhara’s alone.
For the general public, Yanqing is very popular. When he was brought in, the media had a field day saying that Jing Yuan had a bastard child during his time away from home. After rumors were dealt with, the public saw him sort of as a little prince. He’s a cute, polite little kid and he charmed the public spectacularly. The fact that he was willing to join the Cloud Knights and his talent on the battlefield made him very popular on the Luofu, but there was talk of how his fathers could stand to send their young son onto the battlefield.
These are all the head canons I have at the moment for this. If you want more, please feel free to ask. I really enjoyed working this out!😄
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reintroducing myself
Hey, it’s been 3 months since i’ve started tumblr, and i’ve remained pretty consistent if i do say so myself, i have a lot of new faces on this blog and i was just wanting to reintroduce myself to everyone so you guys have a bit of a better understanding of where im coming from
My names Liv, obviously haha. i’m 20 years old and i am neurodivergent, specifically, while not officially diagnosed, i’m very very likely to be audhd, getting a diagnosis in the UK has been proven to be a little inaccessible. not that it’s impossible but it’s long through the NHS and expensive to do privately. i hope that once i have enough money to cover my diagnosis i will.
i made this blog because i for the longest time have felt alone in the ways that ive been experiencing this life, nothing ever made sense and the idea of being called sensitive pains me more than anything, its all i’ve ever known. i’ve spent a lot of my life gaslighting myself into believing im functioning like everyone else is. But in the end i know im not, because if i was then i wouldn’t feel such shame and guilt for being who i am, of course they’re not my thoughts and im not my thoughts but navigating the thoughts can be so exhausting.
im currently studying forensic psychology through an online university that makes it easier for me to manage my time, even though that’s a tiny bit of a lie because i also work 40 hours a week, as well as live on my own in a shared accommodation with people i can’t really talk to (language barrier + age differences) so time management is something i really struggle with and it makes me feel a little overwhelmed but im just taking every day as it comes. i have a lot of anxiety about the future only because ive got such big goals for myself and for the career i want.
i never really had anyone to guide me through the big feelings i’ve felt, over the years. but i felt as though making a blog to share how i try to navigate through the struggles i have, i could maybe inspire others maybe idk haha. i’m a high functioning audhder who is unmedicated and not even diagnosed so if there’s anyone else like me out there feel free to reach out to me, we’re trying and that’s all that matters, we have time and we are strong enough to face anything x
#becoming that girl#self care#self love#self development#that girl#clean girl#it girl#pink pilates princess#self improvement#girl blogger#adhd#audhd#autism
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General!Ticci Toby HCs. . .
This took longer than expected . . Read till the end for a lil blurb <3 reminder ! English isn’t my first language.
—Clothing;
It depends on how old Toby is.. at first he only wore the clothes Slenderman “found” him in and whatever other articles of clothing he was able to scavenge up. It wasn’t until a few years later he felt safe enough to venture out and buy some clothes from the thrift. (with stolen money cuz bitch don’t get paid to be a lumberjack,,, a human lumberjack that is.)
I’m so bad at describing; just think of Will Graham's season 1 outfit n shit. 😭 I feel like he’d probably dress like a grandpa. Oversized Grandpa sweaters, those button-ups/dress shirts under w collars that peep out, any baggy pants in general. Work/toe steel boots >> .
He just doesn’t bother much w dressing up! It’s also so he doesn’t stand out much whenever trying to go somewhere in public — sometimes he’d get lucky and find band tees of bands he likes or Jeff lets him borrow some of his own.
—music;
A firm believer that he loves metal. Something about the chaotic-icy helps him “soothe the voices.” his favorite bands would be Sevendust, Rammstein, and Lamb of god!
Once when he was on a mission he accidentally broke into the wrong house and lucky him it was a middle-aged white dad who had a thing for 2000s rock and metal. Killed that fucker and stole as many albums and CDs as he possibly could :p.
He’d DIY a bunch of studded leather bracelets and give a few away to Natalie and Jeffery. Gifting is his love language tbh
—interests;
Most residents of the manor (when he ‘lived’ there) don’t/didn’t know much about Toby since he doesn’t bother socializing much. He seems pretty disinterested to the rest but the dude really has some great hobbies and things he enjoys. For one he loves crafting, especially wood carving! He also has a habit of collecting animal bones/remains to clean and use them as decor. His favorites prob have to be fox skulls :). Very much a trinket collector as well. Just a odd man :3
Besides hobbies, oddly enough he enjoys Sanrio-related things—specifically cinnamon roll. (Since it’s the only character he knows,) he will convince you that the cinnamoroll is a bunny, not a dog. He refuses to accept that the little cartoon character is not a bunny as he first assumed. Of course he likes music music,, he’s given poetry a chance, isn’t the great at it but really enjoys it!
—Biography;
Toby is Dominican-German. His mom was Dominican while his dad was German! He’s fluent in Spanish and somewhat broken German. Around 5’9 to 6’0 foot tall. Late teens and early twenties he was more scrawny than anything but after 13 years of labor and trying to survive he obv grew some muscle mass and like… isn’t built like a 17-year-old boy idfk. Ofc, he was born on April 28th 1994. Toby grew up in more southern states (specifically Alabama) and has a slighht southern accent.
—Proxy experiences;
Toby is a runaway proxy; one of the very few that managed to escape Slendermans (or the operators, depending on which) grasp. Though he isn’t exactly safe cuz of this, If he gets too close to the terrority of Slenderman or the operator he starts developing symptoms and illness. Course the main being static n amnesia, waking up in random places covered in blood, etc. Toby can’t feel pain so the static doesn’t cause immense headaches but it’s dangerous for that exact reason; he can never tell when his nose starts to bleed or his ears rupture.
Toby only got involved with the operator in his later years (maybe around midish late 20’s) when he was in the minced of escaping Slenderman, and just so happened to meet Tim Wight. He spiraled into a REDACTED hell hole from there.
—Love interest(s) ?;
Oh boy, , it really depends on how quirky im feeling. Ticciwork and TicciJeff tbh. He loves ppl with no sanity 🫶🫶 Thankfully Jeff isn’t involved with Slender because he’s too much of a loose cannon to be controlled, much like EJ, the rake, seed, smile, grinny, etc. and Slenderman doesn’t take interest in Clockwork but since she has connections with some of slendermans valuable tyrants and or proxies, the entity leaves her be.
Jeff was the one to help Toby escape slenderman, and snapped him out of his “devotion” era. Clock is just amazing girlfriend and always there for him :p.
extra . . . .
[ REDACTED ! ! ]
This Deja vu feeling haunts him. He doesn’t understand why he’s being searched for. Why do the cops know who he is? Why is he? Who was he?
Childhood didn’t exist. Was he always grown ?
Why is it when he passes down that neighborhood, it feels so nostalgic . Nothing left but ashes and decaying foundations of homes, homes that were once were preoccupied by happy families. He call still smell the remains of the burnt buildings. Strange. It’s like he could never forget.
Jeff always went quiet whenever they were talking and the topic of this neighborhood was brought up, does he know something the EX proxy doesn’t?
What’s more confusing is that fateful night with Natalie, he found himself driving down a dark road that one night. It shared similar sentiment much like the abandoned neighborhood, only much more sinister. He was with Clocky, Pretty brunette with a clock for one eye,, the other an odd emerald green. Over time, the twitchy man taught himself to read clocks just so he wouldn’t have to check his phone for the time. Natalie’s eye always went tick tock, tick tock.
It was only him and Nat against the world at that moment,, so who was the mauled looking blonde in his rear view window? Sitting in the back of his car as well, it was strange. Jeff usually hoarded up the back seats. . He wouldn’t share it with a victim.
But it isn’t just a victim. Toby found himself struggling to catch his breath, who is she? Nat. It’s not Nat. It’s not Jeff. It’s just some blonde girl. A young adult that resembles someone he doesn’t know. Does he know ? ? ?
Who is she?
What was once a soft and familiar safe touch was now ghostly and evocative ? ?
Everything is blurry around him. He doesn’t hear her asking if he’s okay.
He doesn’t feel her cold touch, her hand covering his on the steering wheel.
One moment he’s on the road
The next he’s out cold
.
What caused him to swerve into that tree ?
Why did he put their lives at risk ?
.
Panting. He heard harsh panting. Was that him? Was that her? His hands were completely thrown off the steering wheel and replaced with paler, somewhat smaller ones. Not so gentle though. Something warm was dripping down from his nose. Metallic scent wafted and clogged his nostrils. He licked his lips and wasn’t surprised to be met with blood - he looked in the rear view mirror - NO BLONDIE IN SIGHT
He looked out the window. Did he just barely manage to swerve away from that tree? No. He didn’t save their lives. He looked to his right. A singular green eye met his. She’s unharmed, unlike REDACTED but shooken up. What brought him back to his senses was that familiar disoriented voice.
“Toby, what the fuck ??”
#creepypasta#slenderverse#marble hornets mention#the operator#Tim wright mention#Ticci Toby#Tobias Rodger’s#Ticciwork#Toby x clockwork#ticcijeff#Toby x Jeff the killer#headcannons#sourcemates#Sanrio#cinnamoroll#the slenderman
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Doing this completely anon cause I'm genuinely scared of the backlash that may occur - This is controversial and also contradictory so im willing to be shat on for this hot take.
Charles cannot seriously be hoping to win races and be a world champion. I've got no proof just my own absurd theories but I seriously cannot see him becoming a wc. Lando is the same. They both are so alike. One bad race or bad moment and they shit on themselves and lose control and take a week to bounce back from it. I as much as I have love for them and am starting to think they genuinely believe they will win a dc. Oscar and Carlos are the only ones who could on either team as it currently stands. Unlike merc where George could in the team even tho he is lewis' teamate he actually could. But Charles and lando can't unless they change their mindset and team. And tbh to some extent I see both Charles and lando not nearly serious enough about f1 at the moment. And I know 'social media is fake and only shows so much blah blah blah we dont know them personally' but if they gave a fuck they'd risk the money and try and get into redbull. They'd risk thier paychecks and get the money invested into the team. And again I know I don't know what is happening behind the scenes and I'm whatever for saying this but Charles won't win a dc and neither will lando. Max is by far the most authentic, marketable, talented and most relatable driver and I'm a lewis girl (well more lance than lewis but just showing my bias that typically happens with lewis fans).
- Charles isn't dedicated (I believe)
- lando isn't either
- neither will win a wdc
- this celebrity branding thats going on is fucking ridiculous, lewis and max (although he's not nearly as willing to want the title) are the only ones who truly deserve it
- Daniel while yes is charismatic isn't all that talented anymore and would do better in another series. (I included Daniel cause I thought of the celeb status and him)
- and also drivers can only be so relatable and likeable as long as they stay grounded and don't seem so big for their boots and tbh again as a lewis fan (initally) I'm just not really caring for him and the va va voom of him anymore (that was wierd admitting) and when Charles is getting more 'celeb-like' he becomes more unlikable same with lando...
This was long and I apologise 😭🫶🏻
WOAH. Okay we about to get trashed for this but ya know what, idc, I partially agree with you.
I don’t think Charles, or Lando, will ever win a WDC. I think of the two of them Charles is the one with the real shot, because I think he has a much stronger mentality than Lando. I don’t think the pressure gets to him for pressure’s sake the way it does with Lando. I think where Charles knows he doesn’t have the equipment he gets desperate, and mistakes happen. Whereas Lando just can’t seem to hold it together over a weekend, and I think a lot of what affects Lando happens outside the car, which is why he would crumble in a title fight. That said, I think time will run out for Charles, George, Carlos, Lando, etc. Those teams won’t catch up to Red Bull before ‘26 and by then Oscar, and whoever else has come in from the next generation will be younger and hungrier, and the next cycle will start. For me, they will miss their window. I won’t say for sure but that’s my feeling, and if by the end of next season the Ferrari team is not operating like Red Bull (meaning they have a clear #1 driver, and their strategy and pit stops are where they need to be) it will be clear that not even Fred can change the tide and they are an unserious team where Charles will waste his talent.
I disagree that it would be a smart idea to get into Red Bull. Tbh I don’t think Red Bull would want Charles, but that’s another issue. That team is Max’s and it will be until he leaves (or suddenly can’t drive a car anymore but that won’t happen). As a driver, you have to think you’re the best driver, but I don’t think either Charles or Lando is delulu enough to think that they could beat Max in Max’s Red Bull (and this is not me saying they build the car for Max, I’m saying that when Newey hands you a car and Max is saying “make it faster” and everything you do to the car to make it driveable only makes it slower…you are fighting a losing battle). Red Bull would not only be a waste of time for them, but yes, probably a big financial loss, because they both benefit from marketing themselves as #1 drivers at the moment.
I have to say, I agree that it doesn’t seem to me that Charles is as committed to being WDC as he could be. Disclaimer - this is purely based off vibes, I don’t know the guy. I’m not saying he’s not doing his job, he absolutely is, but the self promotion levels, at a time when the results are not resulting…signals to me he’s branching out. I talked a lot last season about how I think he’s transitioning out of the “Il Predestinato” image, and how I felt part of that is because it is becoming less likely that he will win a WDC. I think it’s clever of him to think about doing other things though, because so much of what it takes to get a dc is out of his control, and he doesn’t even have the bare bones of a team or a car that will let him challenge for a title. There is no point in him waiting around for Ferrari to get it together, if they get it together he can revisit but right now…I think it’s in his best interest to get his bag.
I don’t think there’s many similarities between Charles and Lando’s path here, Lando is a wholeeee other essay 😂
But I disagree that the branding is ridiculous, I think it’s a logical thing to do. Yes these guys make good money from their teams but that won’t last forever, they have pretty short careers. It’s good for them to use their platform to build income streams for themselves that will go beyond their F1 career. Charles previously hadn’t been able to do that and now he is, which is definitely a positive. I will give Max and his team props here because I think he’s sneakily got the best alternative income streams of anyone. Verstappen.com must absolutely be raking it in with those grandstand deals, the merch is consistent, his brand deals are minimal but they’re big and they stick with him. My point is, drivers do need alternative income streams, especially when their brand can’t just be “I win”.
Lewis a master at this, I will admit, I just don’t like his brand. But it is consistent and he has managed to transcend F1 as his own brand which will keep him comfortable for the rest of his life, so good for him. I don’t buy into the brand but the brand is branding, I have to recognise.
I don’t really get Charles’s brand identity yet lol so I can’t tell if how likeable it will be. I mean, currently he is very liked, it’s possible it will stay that way. I really couldn’t say. I think Lando is about to have an unlikeable season but I also think his “babygirl brat” thing is pretty amusing and won’t ultimately alienate his fan base.
It was long but it was fun. The villagers will come for us with pitchforks for this opinion though.
#it’s a piping hot take#i said what I said#it’s not that deep don’t come in here with a 95 thesis of bitter complaints#we love a chat but keep it chill#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#lando norris
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Day 4 of getting banned from every dorm.
So I’ve tackled heartslabyul and pomefiore, which I assumed would be the easiest. And also Ignihyde of course, then again I was never officially banned but I have been staying at a friends dorm and no one from Ignihyde has welcomed me back so. Yeah
I wasn’t sure where to head to next, so I decided, yeah Octavinelle should be pretty easy.
So I’d say im fairly close friends with Floyd, I’d consider him one of my best friends at the school. So I decided to text him about my endeavors and see if he’d be willing to help me get banned from Octa, and I knew it’d completely depend on his mood. I was either gonna get ratted out to Azul, ignored, or he was gonna comply. And perfectly enough, I received back just what I wanted. After some conspiring we came up with a plan. Well, two plans.
Plan A was to play the long game and get a job at mostro to try and get banned that way, buuut I’m impatient and that has a low success rate. Plan B however was more my style
So I rolled over to mostro this morning and I was sure that Floyd was waiting and Azul was present, and I was correct. I was met with Floyd begrudgingly waiting tables and Azul conversing with some juniors near the bar.
I slid into a table and Floyd immediately beelined to me, and we went over our plan once more. My plan was to guilt trip Azul into giving me free stuff throughout the day, then pull off some crazy stunt to make him regret it.
The guilt tripping is the hard part. I’m not a theatre kid, I’m in basketball, so I can’t take cry or come up w some dramatic sob story. But I am friends with Jamil so, I do have some skill of manipulation from observing him, however Azul is also a master manipulator so he’d see right through me. Thus, why I have a Floyd
We sort out a story and Floyd calls Azul over, and after a minute he comes over with his octo-swagger
So I start my story, TL;DR is that I made up a lie that Ignihyde was short on food becuase Idia was refusing to take responsibility for his own dorm, so I wanted to get a day or so’s worth of food for my friends to help in this trying time, but I was low on cash. Azul was skeptical and kept egging me on for more details, eg. “cook it yourself,” “have ortho get some food,” etc, all of which I had an argument locked and loaded.
Azul still wasn’t believing me, so Floyd pulled out the Floyd puppy eyes.
“Awwww, Azuu!! Orca-chans just trying to help her dorm outtt 🥺🥺 can’t you spare him a couple things???? 🥺🥺”
Then Azul decided he was feeling charitable, and he’d give me discounted things. I was gonna accept this but then Floyd jumped in again, he’s more dedicated to this than I am-
“Didn’t you hear them???? He doesn’t have any money!!!! We have enough food for some freebies, his dorm is starving!!!”
Azul then let out the longest and loudest sigh I have ever heard, I think everyone in the restaurant turned around, before he said smth to affect of “I suppose I’ll find it in me to be charitable” and agreed to give me two free meals so long as Floyd cooked them, and that I eventually pay him back in some way, be it throufh money or labor.
I accepted the food and offered to pay for a coffee cuz I’m a nice bitch but Floyd payed for the coffee for me, so now I owe Floyd money too cuz i wanted some fuckin mud water
Anyway obviously Ignihyde isn’t starving so me and my friend just shared the free meals over lunch.
This isn’t where this ends tho. I came back to mostro for dinner, and this time I’d gotten Jade into it as well.
I didn’t intend to involve Jade, but it so happened to turn out that way cuz Floyd had informed Jade what was happening and he decided he was in on it
I managed to flag down Azul and speak to him for a bit, eventually going back into my story after thanking him an unnecessary amount of times to butter him up for a higher chance of free shit
Then out of nowhere liek some gods descending from heaven the leech twins materialized behind me in a flash of light and started joining me in my manipulating but they’re wayyy better than me so it was more convincing
Azul put his foot down tho, and said he wasn’t allowing me any more free stuff, especially not before I’d payed off the other ones. I pointed out that if I’m in debt now then the meals weren’t free, to which Azul got all offended, then Floyd got offended on my behalf, “Really, how could you do that to her????”
Azul started sputtering and not being able to form words, so I decided I’d “let it go.” Then goes into phase two of me and Floyd’s original plan
I slid into the bar and ordered a mocktail, which Floyd made perfectly, as per the norm. Hwoever, as he was bringint it to me, he ‘tripped’, spilling juice all over Azul’s nice leather barstools and wood countertops.
Azul looked pissed, and was very sternly scolding Floyd, to which he whines, very convincingly, “ORCA TRIPPED ME UP!” And points accusingly at me
Jade catches on and plays along, “my my, it seems Floyd is correct. I do recall seeing (my name) try to catch Floyd off balance, I do wonder why they’d do such a thing…” to which Azul tells me to get out.
That was a couple hours ago, I walked by mostro just a few minutes ago and I am on the banned list posted on the door! Why they have a banned list, I don’t know, but Rook is also on it!
Four down, three to go. Where next?
-🐾
this feels like reading a fan fiction from the early internet, but, like, in a good way.
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Jealous Dandy Mott Headcanons
Warnings: Blood, Murder Mention, quite literal objectification of reader
• HA
• Your a fool if you think this plays out well for any of you😭
• dandy, the guy flirting with you, or you
• Probably ends with dandy bathing in the guys blood
• It all first starts with Dandy and you walking hand in hand to every little corner shop
• Dandy wants to spoil you!
• Thats when you turn into a particularly cute shop with nice decorations and a beautiful window front, which showed such a lovley dress!
• Instantly, Dandy is dragging you over into the store, BEAMING with pride and saying “I cant believe I found this amazing dress! It would look beautiful on you!”
• Pulls out his money, and is about to make his way over to the counter, untillllll
• “Hes right, It would look beautiful on you, sweetheart.”
• There a man stands, taller then Dandy, but not as muscular. Hes quite skinny, with blonde hair and a flirtatious smirk that gives you chills. He reeks of alcohol.
• Dandy isnt amused
• Dandy whips his head around, smile instantly dropping as he pushes you behind him.
• “What did you say?”
• I think its pretty well known that dandy is quite childish and spoiled, And I think that spoiled brats are the last kind of people you want to make jealous.
• It’s not that Dandy veiws you as an object per se, he just gets the exact same feeling of possessiveness that he wouldve gotten as a kid when Regina would take his toys.
• And he didnt like it. Not one bit.
• Without giving the guy a chance to answer, hed push past him.
• “Get out of my way, beanpole.” Dandy would insult, grabbing your hand as he shoved the tall man before you.
• Thats when, suddenly the man grabbed your other hand, landing you in an odd position as both men held onto your hands, pulling.
• They both seemed to tug at once, jerking your body over to each side. You could see there expressions when you turned your head. Dandy looked absolutely infuriated, eyes brimming with rage and hatred as he threw a tantrum and jerked your body back to his. The other guy looked smug, a smirk falling on his face as he tugged your body closer to his own.
• It was like they were playing tug of war, except you were the rope.
• If you listened closely, you could probably hear Dandy’s murmurs of; “i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you!”
• But you were WAYYY to busy being jerked around by the two men in a public store front to notice.
• Eventually, either you have to yell at them to stop or the storekeeper has to call the police.
• Either way ends up with Dandy sulking as you walk home, still in a jealous rage.
• “Im going to kill him! Im going to stab him a million, trillion times!!”
• Dandy, no-
• Poor baby is honestly just ranting the whole way home
• In the end, Dandy can’t push past his grudge, so once the two of you get home hes already filing for a personal investigator to find the “poor ruffian of the lower class” who tried to “steal you”, in the words of Dandy.
• You try to convince Dandy that the guy was probably just a pompous drunk dick, but Dandy’s stopping at nothing to find out who this man is.
• After a few days or so of searching, eventually Dandy has the mans address.
• Im pretty sure we all know what happens, but lets just say he makes good on his threat to stab him a million trillion times.
• Probably comes home covered in blood, wearing a clown mask-
• Oh and would you look at that
• He also bought you the dress he liked at the storefront!
• His mood completely changes, hes back to his giddy and childlike self again.
• Probably does something weird with the mans teeth, like make it into a necklace or something for you.
• “Dandy…what is this?” you ask, holding up the necklace.
• “Oh! Its a symbol of our love! To show no one and nothing can ever come between us! Not even that wretched cretin!” He says it with a slightly creepy smile.
• Hes a lil weird but hes so proud of the necklace
• Pls just kiss this poor man
#american horror story#ahs#dandy mott x reader#x reader#yandere dandy mott#dandy mott#ahs x reader#ahs freakshow#jealous dandy mott
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